Unbeautiful (8/?)
Chapter 8
Darren watched as Chris pushed back against his fingers. “Darren, please…I want-” Darren pulled away, his fingers slipping out of Chris, and he grabbed the bottle of lube. Slicking the lube over his cock, he rubbed the head over Chris’s hole, and pushed in slowly. He was trying to be as gentle as he possibly could, and that’s when it hit him. This was really happening.
Chris reached up, and Darren felt him cup the back of his neck, fingers playing gently with the short, barely curled hairs. “It’s okay,” Chris whispered, continuing to play with the short, soft hairs, and Darren pushed further in. It ended an embarrassingly short four minutes later, and Darren collapsed against Chris, face buried in Chris’s shoulder.
“Sorry I didn’t last long,” Darren managed, when his breathing had calmed down and his heart had stopped pounding against his ribs.
“You were fine.” Chris ran his fingers down Darren’s back, and Darren pulled out of Chris.
“You’re still-”
“I know.” Darren hesitated for just a second before wrapping a hand around Chris’s cock, stroking him through his orgasm.
Two hours later, Darren woke, groaning when he heard his phone going off in his jeans pocket, and he crawled across Chris, grabbing the phone to end the noise.
“Hello?”
“It’s Mark. Turn on the news.”
“Why? What’s on the news that’s so important?”
“It’s bad. Look, I gotta go.”
“Bye.” Darren hung up the phone, and grabbed his pants. Well, what he could assume was his pants. He pulled them on, and looked over at Chris, who was staring at him, bleary-eyed and tired. “Mark just called.” Darren walked out into the living, found the remote easily enough, and turned on the TV, flipping over to the local news. The remote hit the floor with a sharp ‘crack’, and Darren’s mouth dropped open.
“Oh my god, please tell me this isn’t happening.”
The reporter on screen, a blonde in her possibly early 40s, was talking away on the screen.
“The Los Angeles Police Department is investigating the alleged rape of an actor from FOX’s hit TV show, Glee. We’ll have more on the story coming up at 6.”
Darren swallowed, and looked over at the clock in the kitchen. 5:56 PM. Darren turned to Chris, and took him into his arms. “At least they don’t know who it was.”
“Everyone on the cast and crew will know. They’ll all be asking each other and they’ll figure it out.”
“It’ll be okay. It’ll be okay.” Darren could feel Chris shaking, and he guided him into the kitchen. “I’ll make us dinner. Or do you want to order in?”
“I have next to nothing in my fridge. Let’s order in.” Darren opened the fridge, and as he looked through the shelves, he nodded.
“Pizza sound good? We’ll get the extra large from Papa John’s.”
“Sounds delicious.” Chris’s eyes wandered over to the TV, and Darren looked over, letting himself listen to what the reporter was saying.
“Keep in mind that this is all speculation, but what we’ve been able to get from police, it appears right now that the individual in police custody, Bryan Matheson, has been charged with rape and domestic abuse. We don’t know the actor’s name at this point, and the police are being tight-lipped about the ongoing investigation.”
Darren went over to pick up the remote, the back to the remote, and the batteries that had flown out from it. Turning off the TV, he tossed the remote onto the couch, and went to make a call to order the pizza. He watched as Chris rested his head on the refrigerator door.
“Hey, not to be exceptionally cheesy or anything,” Chris smiled at Darren, and Darren continued, “But we got each other out of this.” Darren pulled Chris into a hug, and he could feel Chris’s body shake with an unheard sob. “It’ll be okay.”
(TBC)