Chris/Darren: You're a Dick, Darren (NC-17)
Title: You're a Dick, Darren
Pairings/Characters: CrissColfer
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,077
Spoilers: Oh god no. No no no. This is just for fun. ;)
Warnings: RPF. Frotting. Blowjobs.
Summary: Chris hadn't expected anything from Darren. Well, he'd expected one thing and hadn't gotten it. And now he kind of hates Darren's freaking guts.
A/N: This is a follow-up to Want, but I don’t think it’s expressly necessary to have read it first.
After that night when Darren had sucked Chris' dick like it was the best thing he'd tasted in his entire life, Chris hadn't expected a repeat occurrence. They were drunk. It was a one-time thing. That was it, and Chris was fine with that. Honestly, he was.
When they'd finished, he hadn't expected Darren to spend the night. And he hadn't. It would've prompted too many questions in the morning from their castmates and friends, and it really was better that way. It was probably for the best that Darren hadn't been there to watch Chris dopily stare up at the ceiling in his post-multiple-orgasm haze. That would have been really embarrassing.
The next day, he hadn't expected the two of them to talk about it, and they hadn't. Everything surprisingly went back to normal. Well, as normal as it can be for two people to be around each other when one knows how the other's come tastes and one knows just how much the other gets off on sucking cock.
Chris hadn't expected anything from Darren, so he wasn't disappointed. Well, except about that one thing. That he was disappointed about. Except, disappointed wasn't really the right word. Irritated was closer. Fucking pissed off was even better.
The one thing he'd wanted? To return the favor.
To wrap his fingers around Darren's thick, heavily veined cock. To slide his tongue over the silky-looking tip. To make Darren feel as good as he'd made Chris feel.
But no.
That hadn't happened. Darren had come in his pants and had eventually jerked himself off while deep-throating Chris' cock, but he hadn't let Chris touch him. Not once.
What in the fuck was that all about?
Chris had mulled it over at length. He'd had an entire plane ride across the ocean to think about nothing else. At first, he'd decided that it was just because Darren liked giving head but couldn't bring himself to actually be touched by another guy. It had a been a lovely and calm hour of the flight when he allowed himself to believe this, because then he could just sit there hating Darren for using him like that. But then he'd realized that it made absolutely no sense. If Chris had been the one doing the sucking, he could've accused Darren of using Chris' homosexuality to his advantage while not really wanting to commit to any guy-on-guy action because he wasn't doing the giving. It had been the exact opposite, though.
It wasn't that Darren hadn't been turned on. Obviously he had been since he, too, had come more than once just from doing the giving. And clearly Chris didn't repulse him or something, because he'd wanted to suck Chris' cock. He'd pretty much begged to, actually. And had said that Chris had a pretty cock.
That wasn't the sort of compliment a guy just forgot. Chris kind of wanted to print it out and frame it to keep on his bedside table. But, that would be weird, so he didn't.
So what was it?
When his plane had touched down in LA, Chris was left with a conclusion, one he had deemed the most likely cause. Darren hated Chris. He hated him and wanted to torture him. That was why he'd gone and given Chris the most intense orgasms he'd ever had with his own thick and gorgeous cock just hanging out all hard and waiting to be touched and not letting Chris touch because he hated Chris. It was the only logical explanation.
If Darren wanted to hate Chris, fine. Chris could hate him right back.
They didn't see each other for over a month. Darren had texted Chris a couple of times. Mostly random things like "I just saw a monkey at the zoo and I'm pretty sure it was judging me" or "If you didn't cry at the HP movie, I'm never speaking to you again." But then one day, a week before the start of filming for season three, Chris got a rather different kind of text: "Just got some lemon gelato. It's awesome. I'd go so far as to say it's the second most delicious thing I've ever tasted. ;)"
What an asshole.
Chris didn't text back. He couldn't think of a single response that didn't involve the use of the words dickface, fuckhead, or biggest douche on the planet. So, he'd just left it and Darren hadn't sent another one. They didn't communicate at all until they saw each other on set.
They hugged and read through their new script, laughing at some of the sillier moments that were slated to take place between Blaine and Kurt. As they slipped easily back into their comfortable old routine, Chris started to doubt himself. Maybe Darren didn't hate him. Maybe there was another reason why he hadn't wanted Chris to reciprocate.
But when they were perusing the lunch table and Darren snagged a banana, Chris just narrowed his eyes. Darren peeled it and ate the damned thing in the most insanely erotic way Chris had ever seen. No, the most erotic way he could possibly imagine. Darren's lips wrapped unnecessarily around the fruit with each bite he took, his eyes falling shut, and occasionally, a little happy moan rumbled through his chest as he swallowed.
"Bananas are the fucking best," Darren said as he tossed the peel in the garbage. Chris just stood there, continuing to stare dumbfoundedly at him while Darren remained completely oblivious. Without thinking, Chris reached forward and flicked Darren hard on the ear. "Ow! What was that for?"
The only response he'd been able to muster was a piercing glare, one that he usually only used on set when Kurt was in full-on bitch mode. After Darren had shrunken back appropriately, Chris turned on the heel of Kurt's trademark white Doc Martens and stomped back to his trailer.
The next thing Darren did that further cemented Chris' theory happened when he walked onto the set the next morning wearing a pair of gray sweatpants. Those gray sweatpants. And just as he had been in the picture that had pretty much gone viral, he appeared to be going commando again. Chris narrowed his eyes, approached Darren, and punched him as hard as he could in the arm.
"What the hell?" Darren demanded, immediately rubbing the spot where Chris' fist had made contact.
"You're a dick, Darren."
"What did I do?" Chris stormed back to his trailer where he may or may not have quickly jerked off before his first scene of the day.
What happened that evening was the last straw. Chris was in the middle of working on a new script when a knock sounded on the door. He found Darren in the hallway holding a pizza box and making sad puppy eyes at him.
"Forgive me for whatever I did?" he asked, looking up at Chris through those beautifully thick eyelashes. Just like he had when he'd been on his knees with a mouthful of Chris' cock. What a dick.
"No," Chris glared.
"Will you at least tell me what I did?" Chris rolled his eyes and finally stepped aside. This really wasn't a conversation that he wanted to have out in the hallway.
"What did you do? Hm... more what didn't you do," Chris said, forcefully grabbing the pizza box from Darren's hands and tossing it unceremoniously onto the kitchen counter.
"Is this about what happened in Dublin? Because I thought we were okay..." Darren trailed off.
"Oh, I don't care that about what you did, Darren. I'm fine there. I expected nothing more from you than what you did. My problem is with what you didn't let me do."
"I'm not following," Darren said, leaning against the counter and furrowing his eyebrows.
"That entire night, you never once let me touch you. I tried. You just kept shoving my hands away and saying no. So would you please just tell me what in the hell that was about? Because I can't think of a single reason why you wouldn't have wanted me to get you off except for that you must hate me and wanted to torture me. I think I'm right because since we've been back on set you've-" Chris started to count off the infractions on his fingers. "Fellated a banana in front of me, wore those fucking sweatpants without underwear again so I could see your dick clearly through the fabric, and then you show up here tonight looking up at me with those big stupid eyes of yours just like you did the entire time you were giving me head. Honestly, Darren. If you hate me so much, why are you even here?"
Darren stood there and looked at Chris for a long time. Too long. Chris wanted to squirm under the gaze but he refused to back down. He wasn't the one in the wrong here.
And then, Darren started laughing. Not just a light chuckle, but raucous belly-shaking laughter. After close to a minute, Chris stepped forward and again gave Darren's ear a flick.
"You are so ridiculous, Chris," Darren said, rubbing his ear and trying to get his laughter under control.
"And you're still a dick."
"You think I spent a good three hours with my mouth on your dick because I hate you? Really? That was the best reason you could come up with?"
"Until you provide me with a better one, yes." Chris crossed his arms over his chest.
"Fine," Darren said, clearing his throat and blushing a little, "This is kind of embarrassing... I didn't let you return the favor, because I knew that it was going to be a one-time thing and I didn't want to lose a single second that I could spend pleasing you. If I'd let you jerk me off or give me a blowjob, it would've been time lost on my part. So that's why I didn't let you reciprocate."
Chris blinked.
"So... you didn't let me touch you because it would've taken away from time when you could have been touching me. You do realize how ridiculous that is, right?"
"It might be ridiculous, but it's true," Darren shrugged. "Your cock is just that pretty, Chris."
"So you said," Chris blushed, breaking their eye contact and turning his attention over to the tile floor, "Yours isn't so bad either. It's why I've been so mad at you. It's like you were just flaunting it there and I never got the chance to touch it. Because like you said, it was just a one-time thing."
"It's how it should be."
"We don't want things to get weird."
"Definitely not."
"Even though you think I have a pretty cock."
"And you don't think mine is so bad either."
"I wasn't being entirely honest there. It's the sexiest dick I've ever seen."
"Is that so?"
"It's so." They stood there and just stared at each other for a moment.
"One-time thing," Darren repeated.
"Yep. One-time," Chris said.
"Or, maybe it was just a one-time thing in... Ireland," Darren suggested.
"So you're saying we could be due another here in the States."
"Don't you agree?" Darren asked.
Chris didn't answer. He just stepped forward and yanked Darren's zipper down with one hand while popping open the button with the other. Before Darren could say a word, Chris dropped to his knees, pushing Darren's boxers and jeans down until he could finally get his hand on that beautiful cock. It was already half-hard and Chris licked his lips at the sight. Heat spread through his stomach when his fingers curled around it. His lips immediately wrapped around the head, then sliding down and sucking lightly as Darren stiffened in his mouth. Within seconds, Darren's dick was completely hard. That was when Chris really started to have fun.
He pulled back, sitting on his heels and looking at Darren's cock. That night, he'd only really seen fleeting glimpses when Darren had shifted positions. He hadn't gotten a chance to fully appreciate it then, but now, he definitely was getting the chance.
"Such a pretty cock," he grinned, directly quoting Darren and prompting him to moan and grip onto the countertop's edge. "I'm serious. I love these." He rubbed a fingertip over one of the more prominent veins on Darren's cock, eventually replacing the digit with his tongue, tracing hard before again sliding as much of it into his mouth as he could.
Darren tangled his fingers in Chris' hair, urging him on, but Chris held tight onto the base of Darren's cock with one hand while taking care of the rest of it with his mouth. His own dick was fully hard in his pajama pants and without even expressly meaning to, he started to rub it with his free hand in long, rough strokes. It was clear that Darren wanted to fuck Chris' mouth, but he wasn't going to give in that easily. Not after the month of torture Darren had just put Chris through.
"Get up here," Darren said as Chris was terribly busy sucking on one of Darren's balls while using the ample amounts of precome Darren was producing to slowly jerk him off.
"I'm busy," Chris said before moving his attention back to laving the underside of Darren's cock with intentionally slow and teasing licks. Darren moaned, allowing himself to slide his fingers over the top of Chris' head before reaching down to haul him up by the elbows. "I said I was busy."
"And I said to get up here."
Darren grabbed the front of Chris' shirt and pulled him in for a kiss, his tongue immediately sliding hot against Chris'. Chris was so lost in the frantic movement of their mouths that he completely missed Darren pushing down his pajama pants. It wasn't until Darren shifted his hips and their cocks pressed together that he noticed. And oh did he notice.
"Jesus Christ," Chris choked out, gripping onto Darren's shoulders for support as his hips started involuntarily rocking forward.
"Darren will do just fine," he teased breathlessly.
"Oh my god, shut up," Chris moaned as Darren wrapped a hand around his cock and slid it up to the tip, gliding his thumb around the head before slowly dragging back down.
"Help me out here," Darren said, doing his best to wrap a hand around their cocks, holding them tightly together.
Chris let out a shuddering breath, unable to take his eyes off of the sight of his dick pressed against Darren's, and used one of his own hands to complete the circle. Together, they moved, their foreheads pressed together, each of them staring down. It felt amazing, but the sight alone would have been enough to bring Chris to the brink. Heat swirled in his stomach, building pressure throughout his body until he was positively aching to come.
"Darren," Chris moaned, and Darren's hand was gone in an instant. He dropped to his knees, immediately wrapping his lips around Chris' cock and barely having time to move before Chris was coming hard into his mouth. Darren grabbed onto Chris' bare ass and pulled in him deeper, sucking and moaning while Chris just tried not to fall over when he felt the muscles in his legs finally go slack.
"Fuck, you taste amazing. Seriously better than that gelato," Darren grinned, placing a kiss to Chris' left hipbone before standing.
"I couldn't believe it when you texted me that. I didn't respond because it was just further proof to support my theory that you hated me," Chris said as he wrapped a hand around Darren's still hard cock, pumping him slowly and finishing off each upward stroke by swirling his thumb around the head. Darren hissed through his teeth and grabbed Chris by the back of the neck, kissing him fiercely. Finally, Chris found the willpower to pull back, and he immediately dropped to his knees, replacing his hand with his mouth.
Darren had gotten to do plenty of tasting. It was Chris' turn. He'd been waiting long enough.
While before he'd been exploring and, well, teasing, now he just wanted to make Darren come. Hard. After bobbing his head up and down a few times, his cheeks hallowing out from the suction, he pulled off with a lewd pop.
"Tell me what you want," he said, a little surprised at just how wrecked his voice sounded.
"Deep," was all Darren could manage, already fisting a hand in the hair at the back of Chris' head and pulling it toward his cock. Chris was happy to oblige.
It had been awhile, but he remembered the general basics: relax your throat, don't freak out, breathe through your nose. He gripped hard onto Darren's hips and slowly pulled him forward. Once he felt the tip of Darren's cock hit the back of his throat, he swallowed, preparing to take him in even deeper. That was all it took, though.
Darren came with a shout, his fingers gripping even harder into Chris' hair and holding him there as he swallowed until Darren stopped shallowly thrusting into his mouth as he rode out his orgasm. Darren pulled back and sank to his knees, kissing Chris hard on the mouth.
"You don't taste so bad yourself," Chris mumbled against Darren's lips, "I still think you're a dick, though, for making me wait so long to find out."
"I'm not going to apologize. I regret nothing about that night except that it eventually had to stop," Darren admitted with a little laugh. He laced his fingers behind Chris' neck and pulled him forward until their foreheads were touching.
"So, that was our one-time thing in the States," Chris said softly. Darren didn't say anything for a moment, just gently pressed his fingers into Chris' skin.
"Or, it was our one-time thing in your kitchen," Darren eventually replied. Chris laughed.
"I like the way you think. There are five more rooms in this place and we have all night."
"That's nice. I'm not moving from here, though. There's pizza and your floor is surprisingly comfortable," Darren said, shifting to sit beside Chris.
"We're staying in the kitchen?"
"There's no sense in wasting one of our other 'one-time thing' places tonight," Darren said, "Now finish taking off your clothes. I think there's some whipped cream in your fridge that has your name all over it."
Pairings/Characters: CrissColfer
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,077
Spoilers: Oh god no. No no no. This is just for fun. ;)
Warnings: RPF. Frotting. Blowjobs.
Summary: Chris hadn't expected anything from Darren. Well, he'd expected one thing and hadn't gotten it. And now he kind of hates Darren's freaking guts.
A/N: This is a follow-up to Want, but I don’t think it’s expressly necessary to have read it first.
After that night when Darren had sucked Chris' dick like it was the best thing he'd tasted in his entire life, Chris hadn't expected a repeat occurrence. They were drunk. It was a one-time thing. That was it, and Chris was fine with that. Honestly, he was.
When they'd finished, he hadn't expected Darren to spend the night. And he hadn't. It would've prompted too many questions in the morning from their castmates and friends, and it really was better that way. It was probably for the best that Darren hadn't been there to watch Chris dopily stare up at the ceiling in his post-multiple-orgasm haze. That would have been really embarrassing.
The next day, he hadn't expected the two of them to talk about it, and they hadn't. Everything surprisingly went back to normal. Well, as normal as it can be for two people to be around each other when one knows how the other's come tastes and one knows just how much the other gets off on sucking cock.
Chris hadn't expected anything from Darren, so he wasn't disappointed. Well, except about that one thing. That he was disappointed about. Except, disappointed wasn't really the right word. Irritated was closer. Fucking pissed off was even better.
The one thing he'd wanted? To return the favor.
To wrap his fingers around Darren's thick, heavily veined cock. To slide his tongue over the silky-looking tip. To make Darren feel as good as he'd made Chris feel.
But no.
That hadn't happened. Darren had come in his pants and had eventually jerked himself off while deep-throating Chris' cock, but he hadn't let Chris touch him. Not once.
What in the fuck was that all about?
Chris had mulled it over at length. He'd had an entire plane ride across the ocean to think about nothing else. At first, he'd decided that it was just because Darren liked giving head but couldn't bring himself to actually be touched by another guy. It had a been a lovely and calm hour of the flight when he allowed himself to believe this, because then he could just sit there hating Darren for using him like that. But then he'd realized that it made absolutely no sense. If Chris had been the one doing the sucking, he could've accused Darren of using Chris' homosexuality to his advantage while not really wanting to commit to any guy-on-guy action because he wasn't doing the giving. It had been the exact opposite, though.
It wasn't that Darren hadn't been turned on. Obviously he had been since he, too, had come more than once just from doing the giving. And clearly Chris didn't repulse him or something, because he'd wanted to suck Chris' cock. He'd pretty much begged to, actually. And had said that Chris had a pretty cock.
That wasn't the sort of compliment a guy just forgot. Chris kind of wanted to print it out and frame it to keep on his bedside table. But, that would be weird, so he didn't.
So what was it?
When his plane had touched down in LA, Chris was left with a conclusion, one he had deemed the most likely cause. Darren hated Chris. He hated him and wanted to torture him. That was why he'd gone and given Chris the most intense orgasms he'd ever had with his own thick and gorgeous cock just hanging out all hard and waiting to be touched and not letting Chris touch because he hated Chris. It was the only logical explanation.
If Darren wanted to hate Chris, fine. Chris could hate him right back.
They didn't see each other for over a month. Darren had texted Chris a couple of times. Mostly random things like "I just saw a monkey at the zoo and I'm pretty sure it was judging me" or "If you didn't cry at the HP movie, I'm never speaking to you again." But then one day, a week before the start of filming for season three, Chris got a rather different kind of text: "Just got some lemon gelato. It's awesome. I'd go so far as to say it's the second most delicious thing I've ever tasted. ;)"
What an asshole.
Chris didn't text back. He couldn't think of a single response that didn't involve the use of the words dickface, fuckhead, or biggest douche on the planet. So, he'd just left it and Darren hadn't sent another one. They didn't communicate at all until they saw each other on set.
They hugged and read through their new script, laughing at some of the sillier moments that were slated to take place between Blaine and Kurt. As they slipped easily back into their comfortable old routine, Chris started to doubt himself. Maybe Darren didn't hate him. Maybe there was another reason why he hadn't wanted Chris to reciprocate.
But when they were perusing the lunch table and Darren snagged a banana, Chris just narrowed his eyes. Darren peeled it and ate the damned thing in the most insanely erotic way Chris had ever seen. No, the most erotic way he could possibly imagine. Darren's lips wrapped unnecessarily around the fruit with each bite he took, his eyes falling shut, and occasionally, a little happy moan rumbled through his chest as he swallowed.
"Bananas are the fucking best," Darren said as he tossed the peel in the garbage. Chris just stood there, continuing to stare dumbfoundedly at him while Darren remained completely oblivious. Without thinking, Chris reached forward and flicked Darren hard on the ear. "Ow! What was that for?"
The only response he'd been able to muster was a piercing glare, one that he usually only used on set when Kurt was in full-on bitch mode. After Darren had shrunken back appropriately, Chris turned on the heel of Kurt's trademark white Doc Martens and stomped back to his trailer.
The next thing Darren did that further cemented Chris' theory happened when he walked onto the set the next morning wearing a pair of gray sweatpants. Those gray sweatpants. And just as he had been in the picture that had pretty much gone viral, he appeared to be going commando again. Chris narrowed his eyes, approached Darren, and punched him as hard as he could in the arm.
"What the hell?" Darren demanded, immediately rubbing the spot where Chris' fist had made contact.
"You're a dick, Darren."
"What did I do?" Chris stormed back to his trailer where he may or may not have quickly jerked off before his first scene of the day.
What happened that evening was the last straw. Chris was in the middle of working on a new script when a knock sounded on the door. He found Darren in the hallway holding a pizza box and making sad puppy eyes at him.
"Forgive me for whatever I did?" he asked, looking up at Chris through those beautifully thick eyelashes. Just like he had when he'd been on his knees with a mouthful of Chris' cock. What a dick.
"No," Chris glared.
"Will you at least tell me what I did?" Chris rolled his eyes and finally stepped aside. This really wasn't a conversation that he wanted to have out in the hallway.
"What did you do? Hm... more what didn't you do," Chris said, forcefully grabbing the pizza box from Darren's hands and tossing it unceremoniously onto the kitchen counter.
"Is this about what happened in Dublin? Because I thought we were okay..." Darren trailed off.
"Oh, I don't care that about what you did, Darren. I'm fine there. I expected nothing more from you than what you did. My problem is with what you didn't let me do."
"I'm not following," Darren said, leaning against the counter and furrowing his eyebrows.
"That entire night, you never once let me touch you. I tried. You just kept shoving my hands away and saying no. So would you please just tell me what in the hell that was about? Because I can't think of a single reason why you wouldn't have wanted me to get you off except for that you must hate me and wanted to torture me. I think I'm right because since we've been back on set you've-" Chris started to count off the infractions on his fingers. "Fellated a banana in front of me, wore those fucking sweatpants without underwear again so I could see your dick clearly through the fabric, and then you show up here tonight looking up at me with those big stupid eyes of yours just like you did the entire time you were giving me head. Honestly, Darren. If you hate me so much, why are you even here?"
Darren stood there and looked at Chris for a long time. Too long. Chris wanted to squirm under the gaze but he refused to back down. He wasn't the one in the wrong here.
And then, Darren started laughing. Not just a light chuckle, but raucous belly-shaking laughter. After close to a minute, Chris stepped forward and again gave Darren's ear a flick.
"You are so ridiculous, Chris," Darren said, rubbing his ear and trying to get his laughter under control.
"And you're still a dick."
"You think I spent a good three hours with my mouth on your dick because I hate you? Really? That was the best reason you could come up with?"
"Until you provide me with a better one, yes." Chris crossed his arms over his chest.
"Fine," Darren said, clearing his throat and blushing a little, "This is kind of embarrassing... I didn't let you return the favor, because I knew that it was going to be a one-time thing and I didn't want to lose a single second that I could spend pleasing you. If I'd let you jerk me off or give me a blowjob, it would've been time lost on my part. So that's why I didn't let you reciprocate."
Chris blinked.
"So... you didn't let me touch you because it would've taken away from time when you could have been touching me. You do realize how ridiculous that is, right?"
"It might be ridiculous, but it's true," Darren shrugged. "Your cock is just that pretty, Chris."
"So you said," Chris blushed, breaking their eye contact and turning his attention over to the tile floor, "Yours isn't so bad either. It's why I've been so mad at you. It's like you were just flaunting it there and I never got the chance to touch it. Because like you said, it was just a one-time thing."
"It's how it should be."
"We don't want things to get weird."
"Definitely not."
"Even though you think I have a pretty cock."
"And you don't think mine is so bad either."
"I wasn't being entirely honest there. It's the sexiest dick I've ever seen."
"Is that so?"
"It's so." They stood there and just stared at each other for a moment.
"One-time thing," Darren repeated.
"Yep. One-time," Chris said.
"Or, maybe it was just a one-time thing in... Ireland," Darren suggested.
"So you're saying we could be due another here in the States."
"Don't you agree?" Darren asked.
Chris didn't answer. He just stepped forward and yanked Darren's zipper down with one hand while popping open the button with the other. Before Darren could say a word, Chris dropped to his knees, pushing Darren's boxers and jeans down until he could finally get his hand on that beautiful cock. It was already half-hard and Chris licked his lips at the sight. Heat spread through his stomach when his fingers curled around it. His lips immediately wrapped around the head, then sliding down and sucking lightly as Darren stiffened in his mouth. Within seconds, Darren's dick was completely hard. That was when Chris really started to have fun.
He pulled back, sitting on his heels and looking at Darren's cock. That night, he'd only really seen fleeting glimpses when Darren had shifted positions. He hadn't gotten a chance to fully appreciate it then, but now, he definitely was getting the chance.
"Such a pretty cock," he grinned, directly quoting Darren and prompting him to moan and grip onto the countertop's edge. "I'm serious. I love these." He rubbed a fingertip over one of the more prominent veins on Darren's cock, eventually replacing the digit with his tongue, tracing hard before again sliding as much of it into his mouth as he could.
Darren tangled his fingers in Chris' hair, urging him on, but Chris held tight onto the base of Darren's cock with one hand while taking care of the rest of it with his mouth. His own dick was fully hard in his pajama pants and without even expressly meaning to, he started to rub it with his free hand in long, rough strokes. It was clear that Darren wanted to fuck Chris' mouth, but he wasn't going to give in that easily. Not after the month of torture Darren had just put Chris through.
"Get up here," Darren said as Chris was terribly busy sucking on one of Darren's balls while using the ample amounts of precome Darren was producing to slowly jerk him off.
"I'm busy," Chris said before moving his attention back to laving the underside of Darren's cock with intentionally slow and teasing licks. Darren moaned, allowing himself to slide his fingers over the top of Chris' head before reaching down to haul him up by the elbows. "I said I was busy."
"And I said to get up here."
Darren grabbed the front of Chris' shirt and pulled him in for a kiss, his tongue immediately sliding hot against Chris'. Chris was so lost in the frantic movement of their mouths that he completely missed Darren pushing down his pajama pants. It wasn't until Darren shifted his hips and their cocks pressed together that he noticed. And oh did he notice.
"Jesus Christ," Chris choked out, gripping onto Darren's shoulders for support as his hips started involuntarily rocking forward.
"Darren will do just fine," he teased breathlessly.
"Oh my god, shut up," Chris moaned as Darren wrapped a hand around his cock and slid it up to the tip, gliding his thumb around the head before slowly dragging back down.
"Help me out here," Darren said, doing his best to wrap a hand around their cocks, holding them tightly together.
Chris let out a shuddering breath, unable to take his eyes off of the sight of his dick pressed against Darren's, and used one of his own hands to complete the circle. Together, they moved, their foreheads pressed together, each of them staring down. It felt amazing, but the sight alone would have been enough to bring Chris to the brink. Heat swirled in his stomach, building pressure throughout his body until he was positively aching to come.
"Darren," Chris moaned, and Darren's hand was gone in an instant. He dropped to his knees, immediately wrapping his lips around Chris' cock and barely having time to move before Chris was coming hard into his mouth. Darren grabbed onto Chris' bare ass and pulled in him deeper, sucking and moaning while Chris just tried not to fall over when he felt the muscles in his legs finally go slack.
"Fuck, you taste amazing. Seriously better than that gelato," Darren grinned, placing a kiss to Chris' left hipbone before standing.
"I couldn't believe it when you texted me that. I didn't respond because it was just further proof to support my theory that you hated me," Chris said as he wrapped a hand around Darren's still hard cock, pumping him slowly and finishing off each upward stroke by swirling his thumb around the head. Darren hissed through his teeth and grabbed Chris by the back of the neck, kissing him fiercely. Finally, Chris found the willpower to pull back, and he immediately dropped to his knees, replacing his hand with his mouth.
Darren had gotten to do plenty of tasting. It was Chris' turn. He'd been waiting long enough.
While before he'd been exploring and, well, teasing, now he just wanted to make Darren come. Hard. After bobbing his head up and down a few times, his cheeks hallowing out from the suction, he pulled off with a lewd pop.
"Tell me what you want," he said, a little surprised at just how wrecked his voice sounded.
"Deep," was all Darren could manage, already fisting a hand in the hair at the back of Chris' head and pulling it toward his cock. Chris was happy to oblige.
It had been awhile, but he remembered the general basics: relax your throat, don't freak out, breathe through your nose. He gripped hard onto Darren's hips and slowly pulled him forward. Once he felt the tip of Darren's cock hit the back of his throat, he swallowed, preparing to take him in even deeper. That was all it took, though.
Darren came with a shout, his fingers gripping even harder into Chris' hair and holding him there as he swallowed until Darren stopped shallowly thrusting into his mouth as he rode out his orgasm. Darren pulled back and sank to his knees, kissing Chris hard on the mouth.
"You don't taste so bad yourself," Chris mumbled against Darren's lips, "I still think you're a dick, though, for making me wait so long to find out."
"I'm not going to apologize. I regret nothing about that night except that it eventually had to stop," Darren admitted with a little laugh. He laced his fingers behind Chris' neck and pulled him forward until their foreheads were touching.
"So, that was our one-time thing in the States," Chris said softly. Darren didn't say anything for a moment, just gently pressed his fingers into Chris' skin.
"Or, it was our one-time thing in your kitchen," Darren eventually replied. Chris laughed.
"I like the way you think. There are five more rooms in this place and we have all night."
"That's nice. I'm not moving from here, though. There's pizza and your floor is surprisingly comfortable," Darren said, shifting to sit beside Chris.
"We're staying in the kitchen?"
"There's no sense in wasting one of our other 'one-time thing' places tonight," Darren said, "Now finish taking off your clothes. I think there's some whipped cream in your fridge that has your name all over it."