Behind the Spotlight (1/1)
Title: Behind the Spotlight
Author: mayislytherin
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Darren/Chris
Word count: 1,528
Summary: Established relationship and future-fic. Darren comes to see Chris’ show on Broadway and helps Chris unwind afterword… (can be read as a partner fic to "The Lights Never Lie" but doesn't have to be)
Warnings/Spoilers: None.Author's Notes: I edit my stories myself so I'm sorry for any spelling mistakes. I tried not to make this only smut, though it kind of took on a life of its own. I hope you enjoy (:
He’s drenched in the spotlight. It covers him completely and when he opens his eyes they are blinded in a way that doesn’t bother him like it should. Chris wonders if it’s because he can see Darren’s eyes hovering in the audience, bug like and filled with excitement.
Then he sings.
The song is slow and it’s heartbreaking. Its strange being on stage like this, vulnerable infront of people and not cameras, seeing stars and looking people dead in the eye as you split open your soul and sing with everything you possibly can. Chris finishes the song and his hands shake, the crowd stands up and applauds. It reminds him of the thunder that would cause him to sleep in his parent’s bed at a young age, the sound terrifying but still wondrous. He would find himself carefully peering out curtains, watching the lightning and waiting for the sound, that clap that would explode in the sky, always causing the hairs on his arms to rise. So it’s like that. Standing there he just wants to crawl in someone else’s bed, be held, because it’s scary. But it’s beautiful.
Later, Chris sits in his dressing room, flowers surrounding him, as he wipes away the remains of the night. He watches himself in the mirror, watching his body move but feeling somewhat disconnected from the movements he sees. Because right now he isn’t Chris, he’s the character that should have been left on stage yet somehow figured out how to bury itself inside the skin of another.
The door he could have sworn was locked opens and there’s a faint jingle of keys and the sound of sniffling. Darren stands before him, his face wet and his eyes tear filled. Chris watches as Darren lets the keys rest on the vanity, wiping at his face and trying hard to smile.
“Good job, baby.” He whispers, kissing Chris’ hair. There’s some kind of ache that is hovering in the air around them, it’s not very hard to sense that something has hurt Darren. “You were so fantastic.” Darren then sighs, “I don’t know how you do that.” He reaches out to kiss Chris on the lips, but is denied. Chris drops his head into his hands, sound muffled but Darren can still hear him talking.
“I feel like I’m someone else.” Chris says, small and afraid, “I lose myself out there and sometimes I don’t know how to go back to normal.” He looks up at Darren, obviously scared, his eyes heavy with worry.
“I have an idea.” Darren mumbles, facing Chris in the chair, lowering his head and kissing him the way they would in the darkness of a bedroom. There’s so much heat that Chris almost feels like he can’t breathe, like he needs a tall glass of water, or maybe to dance in the pouring rain. They don’t stop because they don’t know how. Darren soon is panting as his body starts falling into Chris’ lap limply, hands wandering on the costume that Chris couldn’t take off himself.
“Darren-“Chris lets his eyes flutter open, his hand reaching out and cupping Darren’s face, brushing over his stubble.
“Shh…” Soon lips are grazing Chris’ neck, Darren’s hands unbuttoning the buttons on his shirt as his mouth follows, the light of the vanity in front of them causing the powder covering Chris’ skin to almost sparkle. The idea makes Darren chuckle.
“We can’t do this here.” Chris says, looking around, “It’s unprofessional.” It’s hard for him to speak while every part of his body is on edge, waiting for Darren’s next move. Except his mind is screaming, waving red flags because anyone could just…walk in.
“You’re starting to sound a lot like yourself.” He pauses, “Besides, I’m just helping you out of your costume.”Darren looks up from where he is now sitting on the floor in front of the chair, his head lays on Chris’ knee, his eyes are darker than they should be.
“Fuck.” There’s something about how Darren is so comfortable with all of this that makes Chris even more excited. He watches as Darren rubs his face along the inseam of his pants, only stopping when he gets a bit closer to the one area that is clearly begging to be touched. Chris watches as Darren reaches for the button on Chris’ pants, hands clearly shaking, making it somewhat impossible to get any further.
“I feel like a teenager when I’m with you.” He licks his lips, “I really try to keep myself together. But just looking up at you for a second makes all the walls I’ve ever put up crash down and I-“ He sighs, smiling, “I find myself doing just this.. shaking and making a fool out of myself.”
“I like you like this.” Chris says breathlessly, “Vulnerable is a good look on you.”
“Oh?” Darren seems to take this as some kind of push, because there are his hands, now carefully opening the button that he couldn’t only a moment before.
“I really want to tell you to stop but I think that would be incredibly stupid of me.”
Darren smirks and lets his lips rub across Chris’ skin, exposed over the line of his briefs. He places a soft kiss there and continues removing the pants he was fumbling with, letting them slip onto the floor. Chris’ body tenses almost immediately, knowing that something will happen next, and the idea of not knowing what is sending him into a fit of sharp breaths , his heart racing along with each intake of air.
It’s as if each part of him is more sensitive than ever. Every inch that Darren explores seems to instantly heat up as if he is a match creating a fire. Yet, Chris finds himself hoping it won’t stop.
Then his briefs are being removed and cold is hitting him like stepping out into the winter air after being in a hot tub. It shouldn’t feel good but it does. He feels himself getting harder and he sees the look Darren makes when he notices that its happening, looking so fucking satisfied with himself, because he knows that he’s doing that to Chris. It almost makes Darren wish people knew he could do this to him, just so they could see the man who on stage seems so unobtainable and tough to break down crumble beneath him.
“What are you-“ Chris gets cut off by Darren’s lips finding their way along his cock, his tongue slipping out and running along the tip. His hips almost immediately raise, Darren’s hands pushing them back down as he gradually takes him in his mouth. It’s not the first time they’ve done this, but somehow it feels like it… and that is what is killing Chris. Darren seems so innocent, so lost, like he’s never done this before. He flutters his eyelashes when he catches the taste of pre cum on his tongue, causing him only to suck more, which causes an instant whine from Chris’ mouth. He pushes his hips up despite the hold Darren has on them, begging for a release, his eyes squeezed shut.
“It’s okay…” Darren pulls away to say, stroking Chris’ thigh before running his tongue along the length of him, murming ‘mmm’ under his breath.
“You can’t just do that and expect me to…” Chris chokes out the words between his heavy breaths, stopping as Darren looks up and takes him in his mouth once again, this time deeper - this time less careful and more rushed. It’s like he is begging for Chris’ release more than Chris himself.
And that’s what gets him even closer. His body tenses, hips lock, his knees shake.
His hands reach to pull Darren away but he’s not paying attention.
Then it happens.
It’s like everything he was holding back is released. His head falls back into the chair as he breaths so heavily that someone in the hallway is bound to hear him. His hips currently have a mind of their own and Darren doesn’t seem to mind. When Chris finally looks down at him he’s just then pulling away, cum in the corner of his lips, he smiles.
Chris has to look away, but he hears Darren walking around in search for clothes, placing new pants and a shirt onto Chris’ limp body. He finishes and stands up, helping Chris out of the chair.
“Do you feel like yourself yet?” Darren questions, as they look at themselves in the mirror together.
“Yes.” Chris turns to him, “Thank you.”
And they kiss, it’s simple and short, but Chris can’t help but smile in to it.
“I love you.” Darren says, his hand smoothing Chris’ sweat drenched hair, “You were so amazing tonight.”
“I love you too.” Chris puts on his jacket and unlocks the door, “But, which part are you talking about exactly? The show or the show?”
“I think that’s for me to know.” Darren follows him out, arm draped around his back, “Home?”
“Of course.” Chris nuzzles into Darren’s side, “We have some unfinished business to attend to.” He pokes at Darren’s side, hand casually brushing over the front of him, a laugh escaping him.
Darren shakes his head, opening his car door for Chris, “You’re terrible.”
“I know.” Chris says, winking, “But I think you like it.”