100 things: 3. phonography by britney spears
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 2,269
Pairing: Darren Criss/Chris Colfer
Notes: Last night, appleautumn texted me and said, "But! You must think about this: What do you think Darren texted to Chris on that cell phone to make him react in such a perfect way? THINK ABOUT IT." And of course, then there went my brain. This is the first smut that I've posted in public since... either 2004 or 2007. YEAH. IT'S BEEN AWHILE. So don't be too hard on me. ALSO, SPOILERS FOR 3x17 SO IF YOU HAVEN'T WATCHED IT YET, SKIP THIS UNTIL YOU HAVE.
"It's not Chandler, I swear," Chris says, reciting the lines he's memorized as he pulls Kurt's phone out of his pocket. "I told him not to text me anymore."
"I know," Darren says with a smile. "It's from me." The next instruction is simple. Open the text and pretend like it says something vaguely naughty, something implying that they're going to go have sex. It's easy to do, Chris has received his fair share of sexts, and as he opens the text, he smiles and then laughs.
This is something naughty! Pretend like it's even naughtier! You're good at this, Chris!
"Cut!" he hears the director yell, and Chris gives Darren's arm a light smack. Darren, the asshole that he is, is bouncing up and down with a grin on his face.
"Did you like my sext, Chris? Did you? Did you?" He makes a face, complete with wide eyes and a wide smile, and Chris shakes his head, laughing. They're never going to get through the day if it's just starting out like this. He's glad he can joke around with Darren though, the feelings in the episode so heavy that it's literally making his heart ache, because he can imagine how awful it would feel to be in Blaine's shoes. Cheating is so far out of Chris's comfort zone that it's almost hard to act like he's done nothing wrong, but it's a challenge and he likes it, glad that they're finally getting a little conflict, no matter what it is.
"Yes, it was very sexy, Darren," he says with a roll of his eyes, slipping the phone back in his pocket. "I don't know how I composed myself without ripping your clothes off. I mean, that was like the pinnacle of sex." Darren wiggles his eyebrows and Chris laughs, leaning up against the locker as the scene gets set up again.
He doesn't expect the next text to be something along the same lines, but of course, it is.
DON'T BURST OUT LAUGHING! YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THAT WOULD FUCKING SUCK!
Of course, it does make him laugh, and he feels frustrated with himself for giving in so easily, giving Darren a glare while he feels those puppy dog eyes on him, and he busies himself with looking through the other texts on the phone while the scene gets set up yet again. The next few takes are more of the same.
Are serious texts better? I can do serious. Seriously, don't fuck this up.
MAN I AM SO HUNGRY, CAN WE JUST WRAP THIS FUCKING SCENE UP SO I CAN EAT SOME PIZZA?
Jesus, Chris. I thought you were a serious actor. Keep your shit together.
They take a five minute break and Chris rounds on Darren, folding his arms across his chest while Darren smirks around the bottle of water that he's currently chugging water from.
"You are such a little shit," Chris says, shaking his head. "Why do you like to do these things to me?" Darren shrugs a little bit, finishing off the water before wiping the back of his mouth with his hand.
"Because I can?" he says with a smug grin and it takes all the willpower Chris has not to smack him across his smug face. A few minutes later and they're back in front of the lockers, causing Chris to give him a warning look, which Darren immediately responds to by zipping his lips and throwing away an imaginary key. Okay, it makes no sense in the context, but Chris is assuming it means he's going to be good, and so when they start the scene, he's able to keep his cool, knowing that he can do it this take.
"I know," he hears Darren say, and he draws in a slow breath, readying himself. "It's from me."
I want to suck your dick so badly, Chris. Will you let me? After filming? Keep going in the scene and I'll know it's a yes.
Chris so badly wants to choke, wants to let his eyes widen and his jaw drop, but he doesn't want to give the wrong idea. He doesn't know exactly what's going on here. Darren is straight, as far as he knows, and he figures it's just a ploy to keep him going without having to start the scene over, something that Darren will tease him about later. He can just hear his voice in his head, laughing while saying, 'I knew you had it bad for me, I knew you wanted me to suck you off', and he feels almost embarrassed, but he lets his face curve into the smirk that's wanted of Kurt. After all, the text is supposed to say something similar to what Chris just read anyhow.
"How unscheduled of you," he practically purrs, and Darren gives him the coy look that he's perfected, pretending like his text was innocent. They get through the entire scene without any mistakes and then the director is yelling cut and Chris can't bring himself to look Darren in the eye. They want to film it one more time, just in case something wasn't right, and he feels grateful because it could have been so many more times than this.
"It's from me," is his cue again, of course, and he finds himself nearly desperate to read the text this time, wondering what on earth Darren can say to top his last text.
God, can't wait to feel that cock between my lips. I'm great at giving head, you know. ;)
His smirk is even wider this time, and he knows it's the take they'll use. He feels his entire body warming up at the idea of what Darren has outlined for him, and he's still confused as to what's real and what's not and why Darren would possibly text him these things when he's straight. If he's stringing Chris along then he is going to be pissed. But if he's not stringing him along, then what exactly does it all mean?
"Come on, let's blow it off," Darren says, and Chris nearly ruins the whole scene by reacting to the text before he realizes it's the line Blaine is supposed to say and he neatly saves himself, finishing out the scene until he hears cut, and he immediately leans against the locker, finally allowing himself to look at Darren. His eyes are wide, his pupils blown, and it takes Chris by surprise. They're told that they can get ready to go for the day and Darren thanks everyone with his gorgeous smile before he's dragging Chris off.
He doesn't know what to think when Darren drags him to his trailer, fumbling with the door until he reaches around and opens it for him, raising an eyebrow. As soon as they get inside, however, Darren's hands are all over him and he's kissing him up against the wall desperately and as good as it feels because oh god, does it feel good, Chris has to stop him.
"Okay, wait, wait," he says, pulling away from Darren's mouth and holding up his hands as he stares at him. "What is going on here?"
"You told me I could suck your dick," Darren says, and his whole face falls. "You meant it that I could, right? Because I really am amazing, you don't have to..."
"No, no, stop," Chris says, his head spinning. "I... aren't you straight, Darren?"
"I... well, not completely," he says with a sheepish grin, licking his lips. "I meant it when I said love doesn't know gender, you know? I've been with my fair share of guys. Enough to know exactly what I'm doing. Enough to know when I want a guy and..." He shakes his head, looking at Chris in a way no one has ever looked at him before. "God, I've wanted you for forever, Chris."
"And you chose now to tell me?" he asks incredulously, which causes Darren to blush.
"I didn't want to ruin anything," he says simply, and he bites his lip. "I don't want to ruin anything. But I really like you. I'm surprised you didn't notice before. I kind of haven't been shy about it. Actually," he says, running a hand over his face. "I'm surprised someone didn't tell you. Naya and Harry have known for awhile now." Chris can feel his entire body starting to grow warm, and he swallows hard. A crush on Darren has been something he's tried to avoid, not wanting to cross that line, but now that he's allowed, it's as if all the feelings come out at once and he lunges for the other man, kissing him hungrily.
He can tell Darren is taken off guard as he stumbles back, but then he's got his arms wrapped around Chris's waist, grinding his hips forward against him, and Chris moans against his lips. He feels Darren grab at his ass and he whimpers lightly, grabbing Darren's as well, and they press together and he can feel him, feel the outline of his cock perfectly against his thigh. Before he's ready, Darren breaks the kiss, ghosting kisses down his neck and chest, kissing feather light over his stomach before he's on his knees. He kisses over the button of Chris's pants before he undoes it, pulling the zipper down slowly, and his hand slips down, rubbing against him.
Chris stares down unashamedly at Darren, his eyes wide, and he licks his lips to keep them from drying out. His heart feels as if it's going to beat out of his chest, and he can't stop looking as Darren pulls his pants and boxer briefs down, his eyes going wide.
"God, Chris," he breathes, his eyes even darker, and he leans forward to lick a long, wet stripe up the underside of Chris's cock, causing him to moan out. His hand wraps around his length while his tongue licks at the head, pressing into the slit and lapping up the moisture that's already leaking out. "Mmm, so I know the gel's kind of gross," Darren says, still flicking his tongue over Chris. "But I really like having my hair pulled, so if you can work that in, then that's fucking awesome."
That's the only warning Chris gets before Darren sinks his mouth over him, causing his hands to immediately fly to his hair, not even caring about the gel as he winds his fingers in and tugs. He hadn't been lying before, he is so, so, so ridiculously good at this, and it nearly causes Chris's eyes to roll back into his head.
"Darren," he breathes out, tugging harder. "Fuck, Darren, where did you learn how to be so good at this?" Darren shrugs, and in response, he moves his head down more, taking Chris deeper into his throat as he sucks hard. Chris can't help the way his hips buck forward slightly and he pets his hand over the other man's head in an apology, letting out a shaky sigh as he stares down into Darren's eyes.
There's a part of him that feels like this is a dream, a really good and vivid dream, but when Darren reaches around and smacks his ass, the sting is enough to let him know that no, this is very real, and it makes him groan loudly, not even bothering to keep quiet though they're still on set and can obviously get in trouble if they're caught. It is, hands down, the best blowjob he's ever received and he can't even feel embarrassed when he already feels himself close to the edge, because Darren is just that good.
"Darren," he warns, tugging at his hair urgently. "I'm... ohhh," he whimpers, biting his lip a little as Darren's tongue runs over a particularly sensitive spot. "I'm so close, oh my god." His heart is going crazy in his chest as he watches Darren double his efforts, his eyes wide, and before he knows it, his body is trembling and he's coming hard down Darren's throat, letting out a high pitched cry that he knows will alert anyone in the area of what's going on. "Oh my god, oh my god," he mumbles as his body shakes, and he feels his knees going weak, which is when Darren wraps an arm around his waist, leading him over to the couch.
Chris stares at the other man as he tries to catch his breath, and he takes in the way Darren's hair is an absolute mess, the way his eyes are filled with lust, and god, the way he's got a little come on his lip that he licks away as soon as he realizes Chris has noticed it.
"Holy shit," Darren rasps out, his voice thick with desire and from having Chris halfway down his throat, licking his lips again. "You kind of have an incredible cock."
"Are you kidding me?" Chris says with a short laugh, running a hand over his face. "You're the incredible one. I don't think I've ever known anyone who can do that with their mouth, god." He notices the way Darren's lips are swollen and wet, and he shudders, wanting more, more, more.
"Yeah, well I've been dreaming about what that would be like for over a year now," he says, smiling. "So I definitely think it was pretty amazing. God, why did we wait so long for that?"
"I don't know, Darren," Chris says, shaking his head as he rolls his eyes. "Why did I wait so long to ask my supposedly straight co-star to go down on me?"
"I don't know, man," Darren says earnestly, his eyes wide and sparkling, and oh god, Chris kind of hates him. "But I'm not going to be able to stop, I hope you know." Chris just laughs.
"Trust me, that is definitely not a problem."