Unbeautiful (7/?)
Chapter 7
Darren watched with a sense of sickening pleasure as the officers escorted Bryan to a squad car. Another officer was talking to Chris, and Darren waited for them to be finished. He’d given his statement, the charges against him had been dropped, and as he sat on the steps leading up to the front door, he watched the squad cars drive away. Finally, it was just him and Chris, and Chris went to sit down beside him. “Darren?” Darren looked over at Chris. “Thank you.”
“Hakuna matata.” Chris smiled.
“Only you, Darren.”
Darren let Chris rest his head on his shoulder, and Darren whispered,
“Chris?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m going to kiss you.” Chris sat up, and Darren stood, walking down the steps and kneeling on one of them. Chris stared at Darren, still trying to process what had just been said, and then, Darren’s lips were on his. Darren started to panic when Chris wasn’t kissing back, and then he felt the lightest pressure against his lips. Darren could feel Chris slip both hands around the back of his neck, and he pushed into the kiss.
When they finally pulled away from the kiss, Darren could feel his heart beating against his chest, and he watched as Chris stood. “Come with me.” Darren stood, and Chris wound their hands together. Going inside, Chris closed the door behind them, and he pulled Darren along to his bedroom. Darren noticed that the bed was neatly made, and he shuddered a little at the thought that Bryan hadn’t even had the decency to have sex with Chris in that bed. He was snapped out of his thoughts when he realized that Chris was pulling him towards the bed.
“Chris-” Chris shook his head, and Darren watched as he unbuttoned his shirt.
Chris dropped his shirt on the floor, his fingers going to the button and zipper on his jeans, and Darren bit his lip. Chris was standing with his fingers hooked on the top of his jeans, and, for a moment, Darren followed the lines of Chris’s body down. “I want this, Darren.”
“I’ll end up hurting you, Chr-”
“No, you won’t.” Chris kicked off his jeans and boxer-briefs, and took a step towards Darren, hands running up Darren’s sides, guiding his arms up. Darren let his eyes travel down, finally stopping when he saw Chris’s cock, a small drop of precome gathering at the tip. Chris pulled Darren’s shirt up and tossed it on the floor once it was off his arms. Chris backed away, towards the bed, and he lied down on the bed, watching Darren.
“I…what if I do hurt you?”
“I’ll tell you.” Darren climbed onto the bed, unbuttoning his jeans, pushing the jeans and his boxers off, watching as Chris’s eyes went immediately to his cock. Chris pushed himself up onto his elbows, whispering, “Can I?” Darren nodded, not trusting himself to speak, and he watched as Chris wrapped a hand around his cock. Darren inhaled sharply at the touch, different from his own hand, and he thrusted up into Chris’s hand.
“Chris-” Chris lied back on the bed, pulling Darren with him, and he took Darren’s right hand, guiding it gently to his hole. Darren went for the nightstand drawer, pulling a bottle of lube and a condom out, but Chris grabbed the condom and dropped it back into the drawer. Chris used his free hand to pull Darren in for a kiss, and Darren whispered, “Are you sure?” Chris nodded, knowing the hidden question. Are you clean?
“Bryan always used a condom.”
Chapter 8