You Want it Bad, I Can Tell [Darren/Max]
Title: You Want it Bad, I Can Tell
Author:preferthemoss
Pairing: Pre Max Adler/Darren Criss
Rating: PG
Warnings: Abuse of ice cream
Spoilers: Pertaining to Max and Darren's totally canon love.
Words: 1000
Summary: Darren likes his ice cream. He likes it a lot.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue. (Read full disclaimer here.)
Notes: So, basically, the texts this morning went as follows; preferthemoss: "I'd like to watch Darren Criss eat an ice cream cone." // snarkgasm: "Hmmm, that sounds nice...I want him to eat an ice cream cone in front of Max." ... And then fic happened. Also, there may or may not have been some objectification over this gif last night. So... here's this. :P Title by The Pussycat Dolls, and what of it, okay? ♥
Max focused on his script as Darren shifted in the seat across from him, glasses glued to his face against the glare of the early summer sun.
They hadn't planned to be here together, really. Here being the small cafe a few blocks from set, with it's polished glass tables lining the cobblestone pathways that wound around the outside of the building. But, it wasn't really an uncommon occurrence for a few of the cast members to meet unexpectedly; it was the first cafe with ten blocks of McKinley, and they served the best Gelato in the state.
Darren Criss, however, was a man of simple tastes, it seemed, as Max tried excruciatingly hard not to pay attention to the way he was licking his way around a vanilla ice cream cone.
"Dude," he chastised teasingly, tossing a napkin across the small table as the melting cream dripped over Darren's lips.
"Mmm, what?" Darren cried out with enthusiasm, and Max shook his head fondly at his co-star's unbelievably childish innocence. Except for, you know... the part where nothing about this was innocent.
Max Adler was fairly certain he'd never noticed Darren's eyelashes until now, all long and dark behind the tinted lenses, soft against his cheekbones as he let his eyes fall shut, enraptured by his ice cream in a way that would have been funny if it wasn't so goddamn hot.
Max straightened in his seat, pulling his focus down to the dialogue that was about to run off between Karofsky and Kurt. Because, really... that was all that even mattered. Work. Acting. Speaking. Ice Cream.
"You okay?" Darren asked with a grin, pushing his ridiculous pink glasses up further on his face, licking his lips slowly in a way that Max was sure would have Darren damned to hell if the saints ever saw it.
"Mmm, what?" Max startled slightly as his eyes darted back and forth between those lips and those glasses, both sinfully pink and intoxicating. "Yeah!" He shot out finally, slumping down in his seat as he moved his elbows to rest on the table, holding his script up over his face, blocking himself from Darren's shaded eyes.
"You seem jumpy," Darren mused slowly, and Max dropped his arms flat onto the table, breaking the barrier between them.
"No, no," Max denied, taking a deep and shaky breath as he watched Darren's tongue lick around the rim of the cone, smoothing the ice cream into a perfectly rounded shape. "It's just too hot," he started distractedly, eyes going wide as he fumbled to cover his words. "Out here, I mean, I mean the sun, it's... the... the weather..." he trailed off awkwardly, shutting his eyes tightly as he made a silent promise to slam his own head in a locker when they got back to set.
"You shoulda got some ice cream, then," Darren mused in a tone that was completely calm and collected, mouth returning to the peak of the cream as if directed there by magnets.
Max swallowed hard as he struggled not to watch Darren's tongue run along his lower lip, cleaning away cold, melted cream with a series of licks that had Max crossing his legs under the table."We should g-go back to set," he suggested quickly, physically wincing at his goddamn stutter.
"Mmm, not yet," Darren insisted, and Max's brain may have melted a little at the way he was sucking around the edge of the cone, softening the wafer and okay, seriously?
"Well, I'm gonna go," Max decided, not moving from his seat as he realized that standing up in public may not be his best choice at the moment.
"Oh yeah?" Darren asked almost smugly, eyebrows arching high over the thick rims of his glasses. "But it's a nice day," he lilted almost dreamily. "We should take a picture," he suggested, smirking crookedly before bringing the cone back to his mouth.
Max tensed as he shook his head in confusion, sighing incredulously as he pulled out his phone. "You can be in this picture," he started, pulling up the right settings, "I look like shit," he insisted, knowing that he was sweating under the sun.
"Like hell you do," Darren countered with smug grin, voice low and rough as Max snapped a picture, catching Darren with his tongue licking along his bottom lip, in a way that could have been the world's most obscene softcore porn.
"Now can we go?" Max asked almost snarkily, taking a deep breath as he tensed himself to stand, finding himself lost in shadow as Darren was suddenly standing over him, one hand on the table, the other resting along the back of Max's chair.
"Hey, uh... don't put that on Twitter," Darren warned on a whisper, voice low and close to Max's ear.
Max rose an eyebrow while swallowing deeply, pushing his chair away from table before bringing himself to stand, looking down at Darren's mischievous face. "Why not?" He asked without any real desire to know, because, come on... like he'd really be sharing that picture.
Darren just laughed low in his throat, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked around the streets, taking an impossibly long time to give Max and answer. "Because that one was just for you," he lilted finally, leaning into Max's space before shaking his head fondly. "Man, you are just too easy," he teased, turning to begin the trek back to set, walking casually, with one hand in his pocket, as he freed the other by tossing the rest of the cone in the trash on his way by.
"What?" Max cried out in embarrassment, glued to the spot for a moment, before launching himself forward to catch up to Darren. "You know you're gonna pay for that, right?"
-End-
Author:preferthemoss
Pairing: Pre Max Adler/Darren Criss
Rating: PG
Warnings: Abuse of ice cream
Spoilers: Pertaining to Max and Darren's totally canon love.
Words: 1000
Summary: Darren likes his ice cream. He likes it a lot.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue. (Read full disclaimer here.)
Notes: So, basically, the texts this morning went as follows; preferthemoss: "I'd like to watch Darren Criss eat an ice cream cone." // snarkgasm: "Hmmm, that sounds nice...I want him to eat an ice cream cone in front of Max." ... And then fic happened. Also, there may or may not have been some objectification over this gif last night. So... here's this. :P Title by The Pussycat Dolls, and what of it, okay? ♥
Max focused on his script as Darren shifted in the seat across from him, glasses glued to his face against the glare of the early summer sun.
They hadn't planned to be here together, really. Here being the small cafe a few blocks from set, with it's polished glass tables lining the cobblestone pathways that wound around the outside of the building. But, it wasn't really an uncommon occurrence for a few of the cast members to meet unexpectedly; it was the first cafe with ten blocks of McKinley, and they served the best Gelato in the state.
Darren Criss, however, was a man of simple tastes, it seemed, as Max tried excruciatingly hard not to pay attention to the way he was licking his way around a vanilla ice cream cone.
"Dude," he chastised teasingly, tossing a napkin across the small table as the melting cream dripped over Darren's lips.
"Mmm, what?" Darren cried out with enthusiasm, and Max shook his head fondly at his co-star's unbelievably childish innocence. Except for, you know... the part where nothing about this was innocent.
Max Adler was fairly certain he'd never noticed Darren's eyelashes until now, all long and dark behind the tinted lenses, soft against his cheekbones as he let his eyes fall shut, enraptured by his ice cream in a way that would have been funny if it wasn't so goddamn hot.
Max straightened in his seat, pulling his focus down to the dialogue that was about to run off between Karofsky and Kurt. Because, really... that was all that even mattered. Work. Acting. Speaking. Ice Cream.
"You okay?" Darren asked with a grin, pushing his ridiculous pink glasses up further on his face, licking his lips slowly in a way that Max was sure would have Darren damned to hell if the saints ever saw it.
"Mmm, what?" Max startled slightly as his eyes darted back and forth between those lips and those glasses, both sinfully pink and intoxicating. "Yeah!" He shot out finally, slumping down in his seat as he moved his elbows to rest on the table, holding his script up over his face, blocking himself from Darren's shaded eyes.
"You seem jumpy," Darren mused slowly, and Max dropped his arms flat onto the table, breaking the barrier between them.
"No, no," Max denied, taking a deep and shaky breath as he watched Darren's tongue lick around the rim of the cone, smoothing the ice cream into a perfectly rounded shape. "It's just too hot," he started distractedly, eyes going wide as he fumbled to cover his words. "Out here, I mean, I mean the sun, it's... the... the weather..." he trailed off awkwardly, shutting his eyes tightly as he made a silent promise to slam his own head in a locker when they got back to set.
"You shoulda got some ice cream, then," Darren mused in a tone that was completely calm and collected, mouth returning to the peak of the cream as if directed there by magnets.
Max swallowed hard as he struggled not to watch Darren's tongue run along his lower lip, cleaning away cold, melted cream with a series of licks that had Max crossing his legs under the table."We should g-go back to set," he suggested quickly, physically wincing at his goddamn stutter.
"Mmm, not yet," Darren insisted, and Max's brain may have melted a little at the way he was sucking around the edge of the cone, softening the wafer and okay, seriously?
"Well, I'm gonna go," Max decided, not moving from his seat as he realized that standing up in public may not be his best choice at the moment.
"Oh yeah?" Darren asked almost smugly, eyebrows arching high over the thick rims of his glasses. "But it's a nice day," he lilted almost dreamily. "We should take a picture," he suggested, smirking crookedly before bringing the cone back to his mouth.
Max tensed as he shook his head in confusion, sighing incredulously as he pulled out his phone. "You can be in this picture," he started, pulling up the right settings, "I look like shit," he insisted, knowing that he was sweating under the sun.
"Like hell you do," Darren countered with smug grin, voice low and rough as Max snapped a picture, catching Darren with his tongue licking along his bottom lip, in a way that could have been the world's most obscene softcore porn.
"Now can we go?" Max asked almost snarkily, taking a deep breath as he tensed himself to stand, finding himself lost in shadow as Darren was suddenly standing over him, one hand on the table, the other resting along the back of Max's chair.
"Hey, uh... don't put that on Twitter," Darren warned on a whisper, voice low and close to Max's ear.
Max rose an eyebrow while swallowing deeply, pushing his chair away from table before bringing himself to stand, looking down at Darren's mischievous face. "Why not?" He asked without any real desire to know, because, come on... like he'd really be sharing that picture.
Darren just laughed low in his throat, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked around the streets, taking an impossibly long time to give Max and answer. "Because that one was just for you," he lilted finally, leaning into Max's space before shaking his head fondly. "Man, you are just too easy," he teased, turning to begin the trek back to set, walking casually, with one hand in his pocket, as he freed the other by tossing the rest of the cone in the trash on his way by.
"What?" Max cried out in embarrassment, glued to the spot for a moment, before launching himself forward to catch up to Darren. "You know you're gonna pay for that, right?"
-End-