20 assorted RPF ficlets
So, being the huge procrastinators that we are, we have indeed done an RPF round of 20 more 300-word ficlets! We're forcing ourselves to finish an actual fic before doing more of these (even though Darren Criss running around Coachella looking like the bastard child of a unicorn and Rainbow Brite is not making that an easy decision. Yes, we know there are already three Coachella ficlets in this round. That doesn't mean we don't want to write more, okay. We have a problem.), but we've set up a post asking for prompts from anyone who would like to see something written for when we do another ficlet post like this again! So feel free to check that out.
Anyway, getting to the point, just like last time each fic is exactly 300 words and they're organized into categories. Pairings, kink/prompt, and rating are all in the lj cut and beneath it, and any additional warnings are noted as well.
Slash
Chris/Darren, bondage, R"Okay," Darren says, finally finishing the knot around Chris's wrists. "Is this good?"
"You can go tighter," Chris says in a low voice, wiggling his fingers experimentally. The material from the tie is smooth against his skin, but he doesn't feel like his hands are about to slip out. It's almost worth the unforgettable hilarity of Darren bashfully bringing up a youtube video of knot-tying on his phone with Chris underneath him on the bed. It's sweet, the way Darren is so anxious about this, but Chris isn't asking for anything he knows Darren can't give him. Darren just has to stop over-thinking.
"Yeah, no, I don't trust myself not to cut off your circulation, man." Darren laughs nervously, sitting back, and Chris licks his lips slowly, suppressing a grin when Darren's eyes follow the movement.
"C'mere," Chris says softly, and Darren leans down automatically, close enough that his lips brush over Chris's before he pulls back a few inches. "Darren, I want you," Chris says before he can convince himself this is a bad idea, "to hold my wrists above my head and fuck me."
"Oh fuck," Darren breathes, his breath warm across Chris's face. "You-- yeah?"
Chris nods, feeling a weird giddiness as he goes on. "I want it hard, wanna be able to see the marks from your hands later. I love when you grab too tight, Darren, when there's bruises on my thighs or hips. Please, I want you to--"
Darren presses Chris's wrists where they're tied together down against the mattress, hard, and Chris's breath hitches. "Shit, yeah, I want to do that. Fuck, Chris." Darren finally leans down and kisses Chris, hard and open-mouthed, and Chris moans when Darren's teeth catch at his lip. He likes Darren a lot better when he's not over-thinking.
Chris/Darren, fingering, NC-17"Deeper," Darren whines, working his hips back against Chris's fingers.
"Can I just say," Chris says lazily, stretching his fingers wide inside of Darren, "that I love how much of a slut you are for this?"
"If you think that's going to discourage me," Darren gasps, rolling his hips, "think again."
"I know it's not," Chris says, grinning. "That's why I like you."
"That the only reason?" Darren asks around a moan as Chris crooks his fingers just right and rubs hard over Darren's prostate.
"I could probably think of a few more," Chris says, adding a third finger and twisting them up roughly. "But I'm kind of busy."
"You are so busy," Darren says breathlessly.
"You're ridiculous," Chris says, pressing up just right and guiding Darren's hips with his free hand until Darren's rocking back and forth, riding Chris's fingers.
"You're amazing," Darren tells him, even though it comes out sounding more like a whine. Chris's fingers are rubbing over his prostate again and again, his hand big and warm on Darren's hip, and the plan had been for Chris to fuck him, but he's so close, just from this, and he doesn't realize he's begging until Chris is telling him to "shh" and taking his hand off of Darren's hip, wrapping it around his cock instead.
"Yes," Darren gasps. "Yes, please, fuck."
"You get so desperate," Chris says, his voice low as he jerks Darren off roughly. "Love when you get like this."
"Love when you make me like this, fuck," Darren says, his thighs starting to shake as Chris squeezes, hard, right under the head of his cock.
"Come on," Chris says, twisting his fingers, and Darren does, comes hard and wet and all over Chris's chest. Chris is right. He is a total slut for this.
Chris/Cory, massage, PG-13"I will never get tired of this," Chris moans happily as Cory rubs at his back.
"You sure I'm not crushing you?" Cory mutters, digging his thumb into the knot that always settles between Chris's shoulders. He still worries, sometimes, even though Chris is bigger now, much bigger than when they started this.
"Only in a good way," Chris says sleepily, arching up under Cory and rolling his hips a little.
"Thought you were too tired tonight," Cory says, grinning and leaning down to kiss the side of Chris's neck.
"I am tired," Chris says, tilting his head to the side in an obvious invitation. "But you know what back rubs do to me."
"I do know," Cory says, kissing down Chris's neck and across his shoulders. "That's why I always volunteer."
"Oh, I see," Chris says, turning over on his side until Cory has to move off of him and settle in beside him on the bed. "Ulterior motives." He's smiling, though, and he cuddles close happily when Cory holds his arms out.
"And also I love you?" Cory tries, giving Chris his most charming smile and petting at Chris's hair. Chris is also remarkably easy for people playing with his hair. It comes in handy.
"Don't think I don't know what you're doing," Chris says, his voice still sleepy as he presses up into the touch.
"But is it working?" Cory asks, leaning in and nosing at Chris's jaw. He's just stubbly enough that Cory can feel it, scratching against his skin, and he pulls Chris a little closer. "That is the question."
"Maybe," Chris says, stretching out on the bed and making a sleepy noise that turns into a moan as Cory sucks at his collarbone. Cory grins happily against Chris's skin. He can work with maybe.
Cory/Chris, public sex, NC-17It's not really something Cory would ask for himself, but the way Chris gets off on it is just... Chris is kind of a thrill-seeker - like all the dangerous stunts and gymnastics he pulls on set and ends up paying for with sprained wrists, or that time with the handjob on the Ferris Wheel that they don't talk about.
But this - this is more desperation than thrill-seeking. Chris has his legs wrapped around Cory's waist and Cory has him pressed against the wall, fucking him hard while Chris clings. They're in a deserted hallway backstage so the chances of getting caught are relatively low, but Cory still plays into the fantasy, pressing his hand over Chris's mouth when Chris's gasps get too loud, his breathy unh's hot against Cory's neck.
"You want someone to hear you? Want someone to come back and see you like this, getting fucked against a wall because you couldn't wait?" Cory snaps his hips up and Chris's head drops back as he groans, his fingers digging tightly into Cory's shoulders as he tries to fuck himself back on Cory's cock.
Cory moves his hands down to Chris's hips, holding tight and thrusting up hard. He can feel the strain in his arms - he's big but Chris isn't exactly little - and he's panting when he shoves Chris into the wall, reaching between them to wrap his hand around Chris's cock and squeeze.
Chris chokes out a gasp and then he's coming, shuddering and slumping forward to bury his face in Cory's neck while Cory fucks him through it. His breath is hot in Cory's ear and then Cory's coming too, finally letting Chris slide down the wall when his arms can't hold him up anymore.
"Fuck, Cory."
Cory kisses Chris, because seriously. Fuck.
Chris/Mike, crush, PGMike is a surprisingly huggy guy. He'd walked up to Chris before their very first scene, said, "Let's get this out of the way, huh?" and scooped him up into a hug. He hasn't really stopped, ever since.
It's nice, for the most part, but it's also kind of... confusing. Chris just isn't used to getting so much physical affection from any guy, much less a much older one who smells really good and is playing his TV dad.
"You're so precious," Amber says, patting his cheek. They're filming a scene in Kurt's room where Burt comes in to talk to them, and the first thing Mike had done when he got on set was hug Chris and make fun of the outfit they've got him in today.
"What are you even talking about?" He asks. He knows what she's talking about.
"Boy, you know what I'm talking about," Amber says, shoving his shoulder. "Your crush. It's adorable."
"You're insane," Chris says, gritting his teeth and glancing around to make sure Mike isn't anywhere in earshot.
"I mean, I wouldn't have figured you for a daddy-fetish type, no matter what Lea says, but--"
"Do me a favor," Chris says, cutting her off. "Stop listening to Lea. It's good life advice in general."
"What's good life advice?" Mike asks, walking over and resting his hand on Chris's shoulder.
"Chris was just telling me that you shouldn't mix business with pleasure," Amber says, smiling brightly.
"Oh yeah, horrible idea, especially for actors. Listen to this one, he's wiser than his years," Mike agrees, patting Chris on the back before wandering back over to talk with the director.
"I hate you," Chris says. "So much."
"Yeah, but you totally blushed when he touched your shoulder," Amber says with a self-satisfied grin. "I win."
Chris/Mike, intoxication, PG"Are you tipsy?" Mike asks when they get backstage and Joel breaks away from them with one more "Congrats!" Mike still has his arm around Chris, a little afraid of letting him wander off on his own at this point. He's used to Chris calm and quiet and professional, more mature than most kids Mike's worked with, so seeing Chris let loose is something Mike's not sure how to handle.
"Probably a little bit," Chris says honestly, licking his lips and leaning in closer to Mike. "I had lunch with Allison Janney, she's so wonderful, and we shared some wine. Um, a lot of wine."
Mike laughs loudly, steering Chris over to a greenroom and away from the crowd. They sit down on a couch in a room with a TV showing the award show, and even though it's a big couch, Chris sits close to Mike, lying the award across his lap and fiddling with his vest.
"That was-- I shouldn't have made that joke, I should've let you talk first, probably," Chris says, and he's looking down so Mike can't read whatever expression is on his face.
"You were fine, Chris." Chris looks up and Mike slides his arm back around Chris's shoulders.
"Mike," Chris says slowly, staring at him with bright eyes, and Mike senses what Chris is about to do a second before he does it. Mike doesn't stop him, though, as Chris leans up and presses his lips to Mike's, kissing him softly, hesitantly. Mike's hand slides down to rub at Chris's back, and he keeps rubbing when Chris pulls back, waiting a second before his eyes flutter open.
"I- I just wanted to do that. Sorry." Chris's cheeks are pink.
"That's okay," Mike says, voice rough, only feeling a little guilty for meaning it.
Darren/Jonathan, guitar, PG"We suspect he's surgically attached to it," Lea says, following Jonathan's gaze over to where Darren's playing guitar in the corner of Chris's trailer. "Though he does play a mean 'Breakfast At Tiffany's.'"
"He's good," Jonathan says, stealing Lea's drink, taking a sip, and then coughing. She might actually be drinking straight-up vodka.
"Then go tell him that, Jon, it'll make his day," Lea says with a smile, nudging Jonathan and stealing her drink back. "And text me if you two start making out, he's an excellent kisser."
Jonathan laughs and kisses her forehead. "Go sit down somewhere, Lea." He pushes her in the general direction of Dianna's lap and heads over to Darren. Darren's playing something fun and poppy and vaguely Disney, and it takes him a second to figure out what Darren's humming.
"Bonjour," Jonathan says, grinning when Darren looks up at him, startled.
"Oh wow, Jon, hey," Darren says, automatically reaching out his hand. Jonathan laughs a little and shakes Darren's hand, sitting on the couch across from him. "Sorry about my ditties, I was just messing around."
"I thought you sounded great. I'd take ditties over more Ke$ha any day, actually," Jonathan says with a wince when Chris's iPod shuffles to 'Take It Off.'
Darren laughs nervously, rubbing his hands over his jeans. "Yeah, well, I can't really compete with Ke$ha, man, she's--"
"Darren," Jonathan says, putting his hands on top of Darren's and stilling them. "C'mon. I had a good accent going, let's finish the song."
"You want-- yeah, okay. Cool, you know the words?" Darren settles his guitar back in his lap, and Jonathan gets up to sit next to Darren instead, their legs touching. Darren doesn't seem to mind.
"You first."
Darren ducks his head down. "There must be more than this provincial life..."
Harry/Darren, hickeys, PG (set at Coachella)"You were so smart to bring a hat, man. Why didn't I think of a hat?" Darren opens the car door and grabs his Freelance Whales tote bag, digging through it for some sunscreen.
"You were too busy worrying about what color of neon sunglasses to wear?"
"You mock, my friend, but I love these things," Darren says, taking his glasses off, and Harry leans over, grabbing the bottle of sunscreen from Darren.
"I know you do," Harry says, not unkindly. "Shirt off."
Darren turns around, squinting against the bright sun. "Shirt what?"
Harry smiles, reaching for the hem of Darren's tight t-shirt and pulling it up. Darren's arms go up automatically, letting Harry take the shirt off him without protest. "Not bad," Harry says as he tosses the shirt onto the car.
"You're so talking about my abs, aren't you?"
"Maybe," is all Harry says, squirting sunscreen into his hands and starting with Darren's shoulders. He makes sure to rub it in well, trying not to pay too much attention to the way Darren has his eyes closed, the way his head falls forward easily when Harry rubs it in at the back of his neck, the way his eyelashes catch the sun.
"Are you gonna rub me down with aloe when this isn't strong enough and I burn anyway?" Darren asks, his voice lazy and low.
"C'mon, you're not that pale." Harry drops his hands, staring at Darren's neck and then bringing his thumb back up to brush at the mark on it. "Although I didn't think I. Uh." Harry starts to blush.
"What? Is it-- oh," Darren says, tilting his head and looking straight at Harry's face, at his reflection in Harry's sunglasses. "Wow, that's a hickey."
"Oops," Harry says. Darren drops his head back and laughs.
Harry/Darren, aphrodisiac, PG-13 (set at Coachella)"Hi," Darren says, falling down next to Harry and resting his head in Harry's lap, wrapping his arms around Harry's leg. "I'm just gonna stay here, for a second. You smell really good and I want to cuddle."
"You didn't actually drink any of that punch that weird guy was trying to give you, did you?" Harry asks, his hand dropping down to the top of Darren's head and rubbing idly at Darren's hair.
"Chord?" Darren asks. Harry's fingers are cool on his scalp. Who knew the desert was so hot, anyway?
"No, that guy Chord met up with, the weird one who can't pronounce cactus."
"Oh, Caketoos Steve. Yeah. I totally drank that punch. Keep petting my hair."
"Wonderful," Harry sighs from above him, but he keeps petting, his fingers dragging through Darren's short curls and rubbing lightly at his scalp. It feels so good that Darren turns over in Harry's lap, wrapping his arms around Harry's waist.
"Now you can get the back," Darren mumbles against Harry's pants.
"Um," Harry says, and Darren's confused, for a second, before he realizes that his mouth is pretty much right over Harry's dick through his jeans.
"That's your dick," Darren says, laughing because it seems really funny all of a sudden, that his mouth is on Harry's dick, and then it stops being funny and starts sounding like kind of a good idea. Darren nuzzles forward, opening his mouth over the denim, but then Harry's hands tighten in his hair, dragging him back.
"You are so high right now," Harry says, pushing at Darren's shoulder until his head is back in Harry's lap, facing outward this time. "Just listen to the music, okay?" Harry says, and Darren shrugs. The music will stop eventually, he figures, and Harry's dick isn't going anywhere.
Cory/Darren, music, PG (set at Coachella)"There's, uh-- you have something on your face," Cory says, bemused but smiling, and Darren lifts his sunglasses up to reveal even more face paint around his eyes.
"It's festive!" Darren shouts, even though it's not that loud where they're standing. He's shirtless, and probably has been for a while, and Cory's always a little taken aback by how muscular Darren is for a smaller guy. A few days ago, when Darren had lifted up his t-shirt to wipe off his face on a particularly hot day on the lot, Cory had actually stopped and stared a little before catching himself. And shit, he's staring again, isn't he?
"Yeah, it got hot," Darren says, shrugging, when he catches Cory's stare. "I'd give you a hug right now but I'm all sweaty. But hey, hey, free love, man." Darren leans up on his toes and cups Cory's face between his hands, kissing Cory at the corner of his mouth. Cory's too surprised to even consider kissing back.
"That was-- okay. This isn't Woodstock?" Cory tries, but Darren doesn't seem to be bothered at all by the fact he just kissed Cory. Cory wonders if this is just, like, a Darren-thing. "Wait, are you high?"
"Nope, he's just that excited, man," Chord says, walking past them and patting Cory's shoulder. "I'm gonna go find Harry, Lea told me to tell you to text her."
"Right," Cory says, looking back to where Darren is digging through his pockets for his phone.
"Do you mind if I take a picture with you? I just love music, man, I love all you guys." And Cory actually gets that, that natural high music brings you.
"Okay," Cory says, smiling when Darren tugs him down and kisses his cheek, taking the picture.
"Awesome," Darren says, smiling brightly.
Chris/Jonathan, rimming, NC-17"Fuck," Chris whines, pushing back against Jonathan's mouth. "Fuck."
Jonathan pulls back, grinning when Chris's hips keep rocking back. "I love it when you get all potty-mouthed," Jonathan says, grinning.
"Don't say potty-mouthed when your mouth is on my ass," Chris groans breathlessly.
"It wasn't," Jonathan reminds him, blowing softly over Chris where he's still shining wetly from Jonathan's tongue.
"Well put it back there," Chris says, impatiently, glaring over his shoulder.
Jonathan grins at him, ignoring Chris's eyeroll, and leans back down to lick over Chris's hole. Chris groans again, this little, breathy sound that almost sounds like a sigh, and Jonathan loves that noise. He loves how he can get Chris boneless and desperate in no time at all.
"Jon, c'mon," Chris whines as Jonathan traces him with his finger, just barely pressing in where Chris is all slick with spit. "Stop teasing."
"I'm not teasing, I'm just taking my time," Jonathan says.
"Yes you are," Chris groans, pressing back against the pressure of Jonathan's finger. "I don't why you think I don't know that you get off on it, because I really do. I am well aware of all your perversions, in fact."
"Not all of them," Jonathan says, grinning at the way whatever Chris was about to respond with turns into a garbled moan as he leans down to lick around his finger and presses it in all at once. Chris arches his back and lets out a breathy gasp, pushing back impatiently, and fuck, Jonathan loves this. He's tempted to keep pushing, to see how far Chris will actually let him tease, but Chris is rocking back against his finger and his tongue, and Jonathan's so hard he's not entirely sure he'll be able to make it if they don't get a move on.
Femslash
Lea/Dianna, pampering, PG"Are you trying to win a competition with Chris or something?" Lea says, only half-joking as she puts a pillow under Dianna's foot and rests the icepack over her swollen ankle.
"Oh no, he already has me beat by about four broken bones. It's just getting up on stage in those damn shoes." Dianna sinks back into the couch, sulking now. Lea can't even count the number of times Dianna has complained about dancing in heels, or just walking around on set all day in heels. Lea thinks she's going through a phase where she'd rather be barefoot all the time, which is strangely endearing.
"At least you waited until after the dance numbers," Lea says, curling up on the couch next to Dianna and resting her head on her shoulder.
"Yes, excellent timing, twisted ankle," Dianna says wryly.
"Hey." Lea leans in to press a kiss to Dianna's cheek. "Want me to get you anything? I can do root beer floats."
"That and some painkillers would be lovely," Dianna says, turning her head to kiss Lea's cheek before Lea gets up. She gets out the vegan vanilla ice cream from the freezer, digging around in the fridge until she finds two cans of root beer. They usually do root beer floats on late nights when they don't get back from set until 2 or 3 a.m. and take turns in the shower before collapsing, sometimes on the same bed. Lea tries not to think about it too much, how she and Dianna are closer than they probably should be. Well, not until she's in the shower, anyway, and shower thoughts definitely don't count.
"You put extra ice cream in mine," Dianna says happily, smiling warmly at Lea. "Thank you, sweetie."
"Anytime." Lea tilts her head back onto Dianna's shoulder.
Lea/Dianna, food, R"You're trying to make me fat," Dianna says as she digs into her third piece of chocolate cake. "You want to make me fat so that no one will want me anymore and I'll be all yours."
"That was absolutely my plan, by making this cake and then forcing you, at gunpoint, to eat three pieces," Lea agrees.
"I know," Dianna says sadly, pouting at Lea and putting her plate on the coffee table before crawling into Lea's lap. "It was all part of your evil plan."
"My evil plan to keep you right here?" Lea asks, settling her hands on Dianna's hips. "Because from where I stand, I'm not having much trouble with that."
"Don't brag," Dianna says, leaning down until she's close enough that Lea can smell the chocolate on her breath. She always does this, always instigates things and then comes just close enough before she stops, so Lea has to finish it.
She doesn't mind, though, because Dianna tastes like cake, and she sighs against Lea's mouth and wiggles closer, sliding her hands up the back up Lea's shirt and stripping it over her head.
"Am I only getting lucky because I made you cake?" Lea asks as Dianna kisses over her collarbone.
"Not only," Dianna says, sliding her lips lower to kiss between Lea's breasts. "The cake helped, though," she says against Lea's skin before sucking over her nipple. Lea gasps, grabbing at Dianna's shoulder, and she whines when Dianna pulls back.
"Hey, wait," she says, as Dianna leans backward.
"Just a second," Dianna says. "I have a plan. A brilliant plan."
"Oh yeah?" Lea asks. "What's that?"
"I," Dianna says proudly as she sits back up and swirls her frosting covered finger over Lea's nipple, "am going to have my cake, and eat it too."
Het
Lea/Jonathan, intoxication, PG-13"I want to know," Lea says, giggling into Jonathan's arm as he steers her through the door of her bedroom, "why we haven't fucked yet."
"Because I'm gay and you're crazy," Jonathan tells her, and Lea laughs, plopping down onto the bed and wiggling her feet in the air until Jonathan unzips her boots and takes them off.
"No, but see, none of that matters, because by this point we really should have gotten drunk and had sex, it just makes sense." It does. Lea's got to make him see that it does, and then Jon will have sex with her, like he should have done forever ago.
"How does that make sense?" Jonathan asks her, smiling as she presses her bare feet against his chest and wiggles her toes against his shoulder.
"Because it does," Lea says. "You should just get drunk, then you'd see things my way."
"The way of the alcoholic?" Jonathan asks, turning his head and biting at her big toe.
"If you're into my feet, I'm totally okay with that," Lea says, reaching up to grab the front of Jonathan's shirt and pull him down.
"We are not having sex, Lea," Jonathan says, laughing against her hair when he falls on top of her.
"Can't we just fool around a little?" Lea pouts, wrapping a leg around Jonathan's waist.
"You are so crazy," Jonathan says, nosing at her neck. "Besides, if it was gonna happen, it would have happened that time in Paris."
"I was so close," Lea sighs sadly, running her fingers through his hair.
"You really were," Jon whispers in her ear, his breath hot in a way that makes Lea shiver and curl her toes into the fabric of his jeans.
"Wait," Lea says, suddenly. "You didn't answer me about the feet."
Heather/Darren, riding, NC-17"Is this good?" Heather asks, rocking her hips down so Darren's cock sinks deeper inside, and Darren just makes a pathetic whimpering noise that's a lot hotter than it should be.
"This is the best," Darren breathes out, his hands sliding from her hips to her thighs, stroking at her skin in a way that gives her goosebumps. Heather leans forward until she's bent over him, laughing when he arches up so he can get his mouth on her nipple.
"Hey, can I pull your hair?" Heather asks suddenly, her hands braced on the mattress to hold herself up. She doesn't have to - Darren's shorter than her but he's strong and he can handle her weight - but she likes it like this, likes how much control she has right now. Darren's kind of submissive for her, anyway. Which Heather would not have thought she'd be into until now.
"You can pull whatever you want," Darren says in awe, tilting his head back and groaning when Heather grips a handful of curls and tugs experimentally. She leans down to kiss his throat, his jaw, enjoying the way he's started to rock his hips up to meet hers.
"God," Heather says with another laugh, ducking down and pressing her face to his neck. "You're so small, Darren." She normally wouldn't say it, but Darren's kind of given her the impression he gets off on being shorter.
"Please don't be talking about my dick," Darren says, his mouth dropping open around a whine when Heather drags her teeth over his ear.
"Nah, your dick is being very good to me right now." Heather squeezes around him to prove a point and Darren's fingers scramble at her hips, his body straining up underneath hers.
Yeah, she was definitely going to do this again.
Threesomes
Cory/Darren/Chris, size difference, PG"Is this, like, some gay courting ritual I don't know about?" Lea asks, poking at Chris's shoulder.
"You know more about gay sex than most gay guys I know, myself included," Chris says, not looking up from his magazine.
"I know, that's why I'm so befuddled," Lea says, still poking. Chris sighs, giving in because he knows how insistent Lea gets and he doesn't want bruises.
"What?" he asks, and then almost chokes on a laugh when he looks across the room. Darren is perched on Cory's back, grinning widely as Cory runs around the room, tilting and swerving as Darren laughs and yelps when Cory dips them too close to the ground.
"Remember?" Lea asks, slapping at his leg now. "You did the same thing when--"
"Shut up, he offered to do it." Chris says, because he did. "Maybe it's some kind of weird bisexual Canadian courting ritual," Chris says. "Don't taint the gays, Lea, or you'll never become their new queen."
"It's kind of adorable," Lea says happily, sighing and resting her head on Chris's shoulder. "Look at them! Darren's so tiny!"
Chris is glad Lea can't see his blush, because he has to admit, it's not exactly an unappealing mental image, the two of them together. Cory is a very big guy, and Darren is a very small guy, and whatever. Chris has eyes. Besides, he remembers when he was smaller than Darren even, and how hot it had been when Cory just lifted him up like he was nothing and carted him around for ages without breaking a sweat. Chris wonders idly if Cory could hold them both, before he realizes where that train of thought is headed and glares down at the top of Lea's head.
She's like a homoerotic bloodhound sometimes, Chris swears.
Chris/Jonathan/Lea, pornography, PG-13 (links to NSFW image at the end)"Oh, that reminds me. I found something I wanted to show you two. I figured you'd appreciate it more than Dianna did." Lea waggles her eyebrows a little, her eyes all bright like they get when she's excited and/or plotting something.
"We don't want to see your gay porn," Chris jokes, and it's mostly true. He has no idea what kind of porn Lea would be into, but he'd bet anything that she has at least one video of a tiny brunette having sex with a curly-haired guy.
"Please tell me you are not showing him a video from the cast party," Jonathan says.
"Which cast party?" Lea asks without looking up.
"You know, the cast party. The one where..." Jonathan trails off, and Lea and Chris both look up in time to see him make these weird hand motions that could either represent crazy sex acts or someone being on fire. Lea gasps and starts to turn pink.
"No one had a camera at that party! Did they? Oh no, did they?"
"I really don't want to know, huh?" Chris says, trying to elbow Lea out of the way so he can look at her laptop. Her files aren't organized by any system of organization he recognizes, but there is a folder on her desktop labeled ";)".
"Oh, hey, you found it!" Lea says, nudging Chris over so she can open the folder, and Chris takes one look at all the thumbnails of naked people and then crawls over by Jonathan on the bed, away from her.
"Oh my gosh, Lea. You can't just--"
"She can. And she does," Jonathan says, giving Chris a sympathetic look. "So what exactly are you--"
"Okay," she says, turning her laptop around to show them. "Doesn't he look like Cory?"
"Lea!"
Heather/Harry/Darren, dancing, PG-13"Wait," Harry gasps in horror as Darren lets Heather spin him around and then starts dancing with her. "Wait, what is happening in front of me?"
"Leave him alone," Heather giggles, grabbing Darren again and dipping him this time. "It's cute."
"It's horrifying," Harry says, jumping out of his seat and grabbing Darren from Heather, dropping his hands heavily onto Darren's shoulders. "What are you doing?" he asks.
"I'm dancing!" Darren says happily.
"That's not dancing. That's a seizure."
"Hey," Darren says, pouting a little before he catches himself. "I was just, you know... feeling the music."
"And the music feels like an electric shock?" Harry says.
"Heather," Darren says, ducking out from under Harry's arms and turning back around to let Heather clutch him close. "Save me."
"You could at least be constructive," Heather says, hugging him close. Darren kind of loves Heather. He also loves that Heather's just the right amount of taller than him that his face pretty much rests on her chest when she's in heels. But he tries not to feel too good about that.
"Fine," Harry says, and then he's pressed all along Darren's back, pushing him even closer to Heather until they both have their hands on his hips, slowing him down and guiding him into a slow - and frankly, kind of filthy - roll.
"See?" Harry says, bending down to whisper into Darren's ear. "This is how you dance."
"This is also how you do other things," Darren says, laughing a little nervously.
"Yes," Heather says, sliding her hand under Darren's shirt to stroke at the small of his back. "But we haven't seen you do that yet."
"Feel free to give us a demonstration, though," Harry says into his ear, voice low and amused. "Then we can offer our critiques."
Heather/Naya/Chris, foreplay, R"Chris, we're borrowing your bed," Heather says sweetly, and Chris is nodding, kneeling on the floor to dig through his bag, before he processes her words.
"Wait, who's 'we'?"
"Everyone's being noisy in our room so we're having a sleepover. That's cool, right? We'll keep it down," Naya says, crawling onto the bed and sliding her hand into Heather's shorts.
"Oh my gosh, wow, there's nowhere else you two could do this?" Chris says. He's not new to them fooling around, and he's even been a participant once or twice, but that's his bed. Was his bed. And now Heather is arching up with Naya's hand and Naya is kissing at Heather's neck while she laughs breathlessly, and it's kind of hot in a way that just makes Chris feel warm and voyeuristic.
"Chris, get over here," Naya says, her voice all rough like it gets when she's been singing a lot, and Chris raises his eyebrows, but he starts walking over to the bed anyway.
"Is there anything I can say to get you guys to move to the shower or the floor? Bribes you'd be willing to take? If you move the lesbian sex to the floor I'll give you my pillows."
"C'mere," Heather says, holding out her hand, and Chris knew this was coming, knew he'd give in. Naya and Heather are sweet and kiss well, and they don't seem to mind Chris joining them.
"Permission to touch your dick, honey?" Heather asks, and Chris chokes out a laugh, his hips twitching up as Heather starts to unbutton his jeans.
"Yeah, granted," Chris breathes out. Heather's hand is tight and she's making soft noises while Naya fingers her and leans over to kiss Chris, wet and deep. As far as sleepovers go, it could be worse.
Heather/Naya/Darren, double penetration, R"Um. What?" Darren asks, his mouth hanging open.
"I asked if you wanted to fuck Heather with me, Darren, get with the program," Naya says. She's still very much in her underwear and a strap-on. Which is how she'd answered the door. Heather is naked on the bed. When Naya had called and asked for his help with something he figured she meant, like, moving furniture. Maybe putting something together.
"Are you still here?" Naya asks, snapping in his face.
"Yeah. Yes. I am here. Here I am," Darren says. He's trying very hard not to stare at Heather's boobs.
"So do you want to fuck or not?" Naya asks, poking idly at the dildo.
"Say yes," Heather says, her hands resting just low enough on her stomach to make Darren wish they were a little lower.
"I... yes," Darren says, because that is obviously the only correct answer. "Just give me a second, to. Like. Remember how breathing works."
"Good answer," Heather says, grinning at him from her place against the pillows. "You're adorable. This is gonna be a good time."
"Totally," Darren says, giving in and letting himself stare at Heather's boobs. "Totally a good time."
"Oh honey," Naya says, smacking him on the ass as she crawls onto the bed between Heather's legs. "You have no idea." Darren wants to agree, because he's pretty sure he doesn't have any idea, but then Naya's dropping her head between Heather's legs and Heather's gasping and arching up and grabbing onto Naya's hair, and holy shit. When Darren woke up this morning, he was not expecting a threeway with two of the hottest girls he's ever seen in real life. Not that he's complaining.
Heather moans, her hips jerking up roughly against Naya's face. Yep. He is so not complaining.
Anyway, getting to the point, just like last time each fic is exactly 300 words and they're organized into categories. Pairings, kink/prompt, and rating are all in the lj cut and beneath it, and any additional warnings are noted as well.
Slash
Chris/Darren, bondage, R"Okay," Darren says, finally finishing the knot around Chris's wrists. "Is this good?"
"You can go tighter," Chris says in a low voice, wiggling his fingers experimentally. The material from the tie is smooth against his skin, but he doesn't feel like his hands are about to slip out. It's almost worth the unforgettable hilarity of Darren bashfully bringing up a youtube video of knot-tying on his phone with Chris underneath him on the bed. It's sweet, the way Darren is so anxious about this, but Chris isn't asking for anything he knows Darren can't give him. Darren just has to stop over-thinking.
"Yeah, no, I don't trust myself not to cut off your circulation, man." Darren laughs nervously, sitting back, and Chris licks his lips slowly, suppressing a grin when Darren's eyes follow the movement.
"C'mere," Chris says softly, and Darren leans down automatically, close enough that his lips brush over Chris's before he pulls back a few inches. "Darren, I want you," Chris says before he can convince himself this is a bad idea, "to hold my wrists above my head and fuck me."
"Oh fuck," Darren breathes, his breath warm across Chris's face. "You-- yeah?"
Chris nods, feeling a weird giddiness as he goes on. "I want it hard, wanna be able to see the marks from your hands later. I love when you grab too tight, Darren, when there's bruises on my thighs or hips. Please, I want you to--"
Darren presses Chris's wrists where they're tied together down against the mattress, hard, and Chris's breath hitches. "Shit, yeah, I want to do that. Fuck, Chris." Darren finally leans down and kisses Chris, hard and open-mouthed, and Chris moans when Darren's teeth catch at his lip. He likes Darren a lot better when he's not over-thinking.
Chris/Darren, fingering, NC-17"Deeper," Darren whines, working his hips back against Chris's fingers.
"Can I just say," Chris says lazily, stretching his fingers wide inside of Darren, "that I love how much of a slut you are for this?"
"If you think that's going to discourage me," Darren gasps, rolling his hips, "think again."
"I know it's not," Chris says, grinning. "That's why I like you."
"That the only reason?" Darren asks around a moan as Chris crooks his fingers just right and rubs hard over Darren's prostate.
"I could probably think of a few more," Chris says, adding a third finger and twisting them up roughly. "But I'm kind of busy."
"You are so busy," Darren says breathlessly.
"You're ridiculous," Chris says, pressing up just right and guiding Darren's hips with his free hand until Darren's rocking back and forth, riding Chris's fingers.
"You're amazing," Darren tells him, even though it comes out sounding more like a whine. Chris's fingers are rubbing over his prostate again and again, his hand big and warm on Darren's hip, and the plan had been for Chris to fuck him, but he's so close, just from this, and he doesn't realize he's begging until Chris is telling him to "shh" and taking his hand off of Darren's hip, wrapping it around his cock instead.
"Yes," Darren gasps. "Yes, please, fuck."
"You get so desperate," Chris says, his voice low as he jerks Darren off roughly. "Love when you get like this."
"Love when you make me like this, fuck," Darren says, his thighs starting to shake as Chris squeezes, hard, right under the head of his cock.
"Come on," Chris says, twisting his fingers, and Darren does, comes hard and wet and all over Chris's chest. Chris is right. He is a total slut for this.
Chris/Cory, massage, PG-13"I will never get tired of this," Chris moans happily as Cory rubs at his back.
"You sure I'm not crushing you?" Cory mutters, digging his thumb into the knot that always settles between Chris's shoulders. He still worries, sometimes, even though Chris is bigger now, much bigger than when they started this.
"Only in a good way," Chris says sleepily, arching up under Cory and rolling his hips a little.
"Thought you were too tired tonight," Cory says, grinning and leaning down to kiss the side of Chris's neck.
"I am tired," Chris says, tilting his head to the side in an obvious invitation. "But you know what back rubs do to me."
"I do know," Cory says, kissing down Chris's neck and across his shoulders. "That's why I always volunteer."
"Oh, I see," Chris says, turning over on his side until Cory has to move off of him and settle in beside him on the bed. "Ulterior motives." He's smiling, though, and he cuddles close happily when Cory holds his arms out.
"And also I love you?" Cory tries, giving Chris his most charming smile and petting at Chris's hair. Chris is also remarkably easy for people playing with his hair. It comes in handy.
"Don't think I don't know what you're doing," Chris says, his voice still sleepy as he presses up into the touch.
"But is it working?" Cory asks, leaning in and nosing at Chris's jaw. He's just stubbly enough that Cory can feel it, scratching against his skin, and he pulls Chris a little closer. "That is the question."
"Maybe," Chris says, stretching out on the bed and making a sleepy noise that turns into a moan as Cory sucks at his collarbone. Cory grins happily against Chris's skin. He can work with maybe.
Cory/Chris, public sex, NC-17It's not really something Cory would ask for himself, but the way Chris gets off on it is just... Chris is kind of a thrill-seeker - like all the dangerous stunts and gymnastics he pulls on set and ends up paying for with sprained wrists, or that time with the handjob on the Ferris Wheel that they don't talk about.
But this - this is more desperation than thrill-seeking. Chris has his legs wrapped around Cory's waist and Cory has him pressed against the wall, fucking him hard while Chris clings. They're in a deserted hallway backstage so the chances of getting caught are relatively low, but Cory still plays into the fantasy, pressing his hand over Chris's mouth when Chris's gasps get too loud, his breathy unh's hot against Cory's neck.
"You want someone to hear you? Want someone to come back and see you like this, getting fucked against a wall because you couldn't wait?" Cory snaps his hips up and Chris's head drops back as he groans, his fingers digging tightly into Cory's shoulders as he tries to fuck himself back on Cory's cock.
Cory moves his hands down to Chris's hips, holding tight and thrusting up hard. He can feel the strain in his arms - he's big but Chris isn't exactly little - and he's panting when he shoves Chris into the wall, reaching between them to wrap his hand around Chris's cock and squeeze.
Chris chokes out a gasp and then he's coming, shuddering and slumping forward to bury his face in Cory's neck while Cory fucks him through it. His breath is hot in Cory's ear and then Cory's coming too, finally letting Chris slide down the wall when his arms can't hold him up anymore.
"Fuck, Cory."
Cory kisses Chris, because seriously. Fuck.
Chris/Mike, crush, PGMike is a surprisingly huggy guy. He'd walked up to Chris before their very first scene, said, "Let's get this out of the way, huh?" and scooped him up into a hug. He hasn't really stopped, ever since.
It's nice, for the most part, but it's also kind of... confusing. Chris just isn't used to getting so much physical affection from any guy, much less a much older one who smells really good and is playing his TV dad.
"You're so precious," Amber says, patting his cheek. They're filming a scene in Kurt's room where Burt comes in to talk to them, and the first thing Mike had done when he got on set was hug Chris and make fun of the outfit they've got him in today.
"What are you even talking about?" He asks. He knows what she's talking about.
"Boy, you know what I'm talking about," Amber says, shoving his shoulder. "Your crush. It's adorable."
"You're insane," Chris says, gritting his teeth and glancing around to make sure Mike isn't anywhere in earshot.
"I mean, I wouldn't have figured you for a daddy-fetish type, no matter what Lea says, but--"
"Do me a favor," Chris says, cutting her off. "Stop listening to Lea. It's good life advice in general."
"What's good life advice?" Mike asks, walking over and resting his hand on Chris's shoulder.
"Chris was just telling me that you shouldn't mix business with pleasure," Amber says, smiling brightly.
"Oh yeah, horrible idea, especially for actors. Listen to this one, he's wiser than his years," Mike agrees, patting Chris on the back before wandering back over to talk with the director.
"I hate you," Chris says. "So much."
"Yeah, but you totally blushed when he touched your shoulder," Amber says with a self-satisfied grin. "I win."
Chris/Mike, intoxication, PG"Are you tipsy?" Mike asks when they get backstage and Joel breaks away from them with one more "Congrats!" Mike still has his arm around Chris, a little afraid of letting him wander off on his own at this point. He's used to Chris calm and quiet and professional, more mature than most kids Mike's worked with, so seeing Chris let loose is something Mike's not sure how to handle.
"Probably a little bit," Chris says honestly, licking his lips and leaning in closer to Mike. "I had lunch with Allison Janney, she's so wonderful, and we shared some wine. Um, a lot of wine."
Mike laughs loudly, steering Chris over to a greenroom and away from the crowd. They sit down on a couch in a room with a TV showing the award show, and even though it's a big couch, Chris sits close to Mike, lying the award across his lap and fiddling with his vest.
"That was-- I shouldn't have made that joke, I should've let you talk first, probably," Chris says, and he's looking down so Mike can't read whatever expression is on his face.
"You were fine, Chris." Chris looks up and Mike slides his arm back around Chris's shoulders.
"Mike," Chris says slowly, staring at him with bright eyes, and Mike senses what Chris is about to do a second before he does it. Mike doesn't stop him, though, as Chris leans up and presses his lips to Mike's, kissing him softly, hesitantly. Mike's hand slides down to rub at Chris's back, and he keeps rubbing when Chris pulls back, waiting a second before his eyes flutter open.
"I- I just wanted to do that. Sorry." Chris's cheeks are pink.
"That's okay," Mike says, voice rough, only feeling a little guilty for meaning it.
Darren/Jonathan, guitar, PG"We suspect he's surgically attached to it," Lea says, following Jonathan's gaze over to where Darren's playing guitar in the corner of Chris's trailer. "Though he does play a mean 'Breakfast At Tiffany's.'"
"He's good," Jonathan says, stealing Lea's drink, taking a sip, and then coughing. She might actually be drinking straight-up vodka.
"Then go tell him that, Jon, it'll make his day," Lea says with a smile, nudging Jonathan and stealing her drink back. "And text me if you two start making out, he's an excellent kisser."
Jonathan laughs and kisses her forehead. "Go sit down somewhere, Lea." He pushes her in the general direction of Dianna's lap and heads over to Darren. Darren's playing something fun and poppy and vaguely Disney, and it takes him a second to figure out what Darren's humming.
"Bonjour," Jonathan says, grinning when Darren looks up at him, startled.
"Oh wow, Jon, hey," Darren says, automatically reaching out his hand. Jonathan laughs a little and shakes Darren's hand, sitting on the couch across from him. "Sorry about my ditties, I was just messing around."
"I thought you sounded great. I'd take ditties over more Ke$ha any day, actually," Jonathan says with a wince when Chris's iPod shuffles to 'Take It Off.'
Darren laughs nervously, rubbing his hands over his jeans. "Yeah, well, I can't really compete with Ke$ha, man, she's--"
"Darren," Jonathan says, putting his hands on top of Darren's and stilling them. "C'mon. I had a good accent going, let's finish the song."
"You want-- yeah, okay. Cool, you know the words?" Darren settles his guitar back in his lap, and Jonathan gets up to sit next to Darren instead, their legs touching. Darren doesn't seem to mind.
"You first."
Darren ducks his head down. "There must be more than this provincial life..."
Harry/Darren, hickeys, PG (set at Coachella)"You were so smart to bring a hat, man. Why didn't I think of a hat?" Darren opens the car door and grabs his Freelance Whales tote bag, digging through it for some sunscreen.
"You were too busy worrying about what color of neon sunglasses to wear?"
"You mock, my friend, but I love these things," Darren says, taking his glasses off, and Harry leans over, grabbing the bottle of sunscreen from Darren.
"I know you do," Harry says, not unkindly. "Shirt off."
Darren turns around, squinting against the bright sun. "Shirt what?"
Harry smiles, reaching for the hem of Darren's tight t-shirt and pulling it up. Darren's arms go up automatically, letting Harry take the shirt off him without protest. "Not bad," Harry says as he tosses the shirt onto the car.
"You're so talking about my abs, aren't you?"
"Maybe," is all Harry says, squirting sunscreen into his hands and starting with Darren's shoulders. He makes sure to rub it in well, trying not to pay too much attention to the way Darren has his eyes closed, the way his head falls forward easily when Harry rubs it in at the back of his neck, the way his eyelashes catch the sun.
"Are you gonna rub me down with aloe when this isn't strong enough and I burn anyway?" Darren asks, his voice lazy and low.
"C'mon, you're not that pale." Harry drops his hands, staring at Darren's neck and then bringing his thumb back up to brush at the mark on it. "Although I didn't think I. Uh." Harry starts to blush.
"What? Is it-- oh," Darren says, tilting his head and looking straight at Harry's face, at his reflection in Harry's sunglasses. "Wow, that's a hickey."
"Oops," Harry says. Darren drops his head back and laughs.
Harry/Darren, aphrodisiac, PG-13 (set at Coachella)"Hi," Darren says, falling down next to Harry and resting his head in Harry's lap, wrapping his arms around Harry's leg. "I'm just gonna stay here, for a second. You smell really good and I want to cuddle."
"You didn't actually drink any of that punch that weird guy was trying to give you, did you?" Harry asks, his hand dropping down to the top of Darren's head and rubbing idly at Darren's hair.
"Chord?" Darren asks. Harry's fingers are cool on his scalp. Who knew the desert was so hot, anyway?
"No, that guy Chord met up with, the weird one who can't pronounce cactus."
"Oh, Caketoos Steve. Yeah. I totally drank that punch. Keep petting my hair."
"Wonderful," Harry sighs from above him, but he keeps petting, his fingers dragging through Darren's short curls and rubbing lightly at his scalp. It feels so good that Darren turns over in Harry's lap, wrapping his arms around Harry's waist.
"Now you can get the back," Darren mumbles against Harry's pants.
"Um," Harry says, and Darren's confused, for a second, before he realizes that his mouth is pretty much right over Harry's dick through his jeans.
"That's your dick," Darren says, laughing because it seems really funny all of a sudden, that his mouth is on Harry's dick, and then it stops being funny and starts sounding like kind of a good idea. Darren nuzzles forward, opening his mouth over the denim, but then Harry's hands tighten in his hair, dragging him back.
"You are so high right now," Harry says, pushing at Darren's shoulder until his head is back in Harry's lap, facing outward this time. "Just listen to the music, okay?" Harry says, and Darren shrugs. The music will stop eventually, he figures, and Harry's dick isn't going anywhere.
Cory/Darren, music, PG (set at Coachella)"There's, uh-- you have something on your face," Cory says, bemused but smiling, and Darren lifts his sunglasses up to reveal even more face paint around his eyes.
"It's festive!" Darren shouts, even though it's not that loud where they're standing. He's shirtless, and probably has been for a while, and Cory's always a little taken aback by how muscular Darren is for a smaller guy. A few days ago, when Darren had lifted up his t-shirt to wipe off his face on a particularly hot day on the lot, Cory had actually stopped and stared a little before catching himself. And shit, he's staring again, isn't he?
"Yeah, it got hot," Darren says, shrugging, when he catches Cory's stare. "I'd give you a hug right now but I'm all sweaty. But hey, hey, free love, man." Darren leans up on his toes and cups Cory's face between his hands, kissing Cory at the corner of his mouth. Cory's too surprised to even consider kissing back.
"That was-- okay. This isn't Woodstock?" Cory tries, but Darren doesn't seem to be bothered at all by the fact he just kissed Cory. Cory wonders if this is just, like, a Darren-thing. "Wait, are you high?"
"Nope, he's just that excited, man," Chord says, walking past them and patting Cory's shoulder. "I'm gonna go find Harry, Lea told me to tell you to text her."
"Right," Cory says, looking back to where Darren is digging through his pockets for his phone.
"Do you mind if I take a picture with you? I just love music, man, I love all you guys." And Cory actually gets that, that natural high music brings you.
"Okay," Cory says, smiling when Darren tugs him down and kisses his cheek, taking the picture.
"Awesome," Darren says, smiling brightly.
Chris/Jonathan, rimming, NC-17"Fuck," Chris whines, pushing back against Jonathan's mouth. "Fuck."
Jonathan pulls back, grinning when Chris's hips keep rocking back. "I love it when you get all potty-mouthed," Jonathan says, grinning.
"Don't say potty-mouthed when your mouth is on my ass," Chris groans breathlessly.
"It wasn't," Jonathan reminds him, blowing softly over Chris where he's still shining wetly from Jonathan's tongue.
"Well put it back there," Chris says, impatiently, glaring over his shoulder.
Jonathan grins at him, ignoring Chris's eyeroll, and leans back down to lick over Chris's hole. Chris groans again, this little, breathy sound that almost sounds like a sigh, and Jonathan loves that noise. He loves how he can get Chris boneless and desperate in no time at all.
"Jon, c'mon," Chris whines as Jonathan traces him with his finger, just barely pressing in where Chris is all slick with spit. "Stop teasing."
"I'm not teasing, I'm just taking my time," Jonathan says.
"Yes you are," Chris groans, pressing back against the pressure of Jonathan's finger. "I don't why you think I don't know that you get off on it, because I really do. I am well aware of all your perversions, in fact."
"Not all of them," Jonathan says, grinning at the way whatever Chris was about to respond with turns into a garbled moan as he leans down to lick around his finger and presses it in all at once. Chris arches his back and lets out a breathy gasp, pushing back impatiently, and fuck, Jonathan loves this. He's tempted to keep pushing, to see how far Chris will actually let him tease, but Chris is rocking back against his finger and his tongue, and Jonathan's so hard he's not entirely sure he'll be able to make it if they don't get a move on.
Femslash
Lea/Dianna, pampering, PG"Are you trying to win a competition with Chris or something?" Lea says, only half-joking as she puts a pillow under Dianna's foot and rests the icepack over her swollen ankle.
"Oh no, he already has me beat by about four broken bones. It's just getting up on stage in those damn shoes." Dianna sinks back into the couch, sulking now. Lea can't even count the number of times Dianna has complained about dancing in heels, or just walking around on set all day in heels. Lea thinks she's going through a phase where she'd rather be barefoot all the time, which is strangely endearing.
"At least you waited until after the dance numbers," Lea says, curling up on the couch next to Dianna and resting her head on her shoulder.
"Yes, excellent timing, twisted ankle," Dianna says wryly.
"Hey." Lea leans in to press a kiss to Dianna's cheek. "Want me to get you anything? I can do root beer floats."
"That and some painkillers would be lovely," Dianna says, turning her head to kiss Lea's cheek before Lea gets up. She gets out the vegan vanilla ice cream from the freezer, digging around in the fridge until she finds two cans of root beer. They usually do root beer floats on late nights when they don't get back from set until 2 or 3 a.m. and take turns in the shower before collapsing, sometimes on the same bed. Lea tries not to think about it too much, how she and Dianna are closer than they probably should be. Well, not until she's in the shower, anyway, and shower thoughts definitely don't count.
"You put extra ice cream in mine," Dianna says happily, smiling warmly at Lea. "Thank you, sweetie."
"Anytime." Lea tilts her head back onto Dianna's shoulder.
Lea/Dianna, food, R"You're trying to make me fat," Dianna says as she digs into her third piece of chocolate cake. "You want to make me fat so that no one will want me anymore and I'll be all yours."
"That was absolutely my plan, by making this cake and then forcing you, at gunpoint, to eat three pieces," Lea agrees.
"I know," Dianna says sadly, pouting at Lea and putting her plate on the coffee table before crawling into Lea's lap. "It was all part of your evil plan."
"My evil plan to keep you right here?" Lea asks, settling her hands on Dianna's hips. "Because from where I stand, I'm not having much trouble with that."
"Don't brag," Dianna says, leaning down until she's close enough that Lea can smell the chocolate on her breath. She always does this, always instigates things and then comes just close enough before she stops, so Lea has to finish it.
She doesn't mind, though, because Dianna tastes like cake, and she sighs against Lea's mouth and wiggles closer, sliding her hands up the back up Lea's shirt and stripping it over her head.
"Am I only getting lucky because I made you cake?" Lea asks as Dianna kisses over her collarbone.
"Not only," Dianna says, sliding her lips lower to kiss between Lea's breasts. "The cake helped, though," she says against Lea's skin before sucking over her nipple. Lea gasps, grabbing at Dianna's shoulder, and she whines when Dianna pulls back.
"Hey, wait," she says, as Dianna leans backward.
"Just a second," Dianna says. "I have a plan. A brilliant plan."
"Oh yeah?" Lea asks. "What's that?"
"I," Dianna says proudly as she sits back up and swirls her frosting covered finger over Lea's nipple, "am going to have my cake, and eat it too."
Het
Lea/Jonathan, intoxication, PG-13"I want to know," Lea says, giggling into Jonathan's arm as he steers her through the door of her bedroom, "why we haven't fucked yet."
"Because I'm gay and you're crazy," Jonathan tells her, and Lea laughs, plopping down onto the bed and wiggling her feet in the air until Jonathan unzips her boots and takes them off.
"No, but see, none of that matters, because by this point we really should have gotten drunk and had sex, it just makes sense." It does. Lea's got to make him see that it does, and then Jon will have sex with her, like he should have done forever ago.
"How does that make sense?" Jonathan asks her, smiling as she presses her bare feet against his chest and wiggles her toes against his shoulder.
"Because it does," Lea says. "You should just get drunk, then you'd see things my way."
"The way of the alcoholic?" Jonathan asks, turning his head and biting at her big toe.
"If you're into my feet, I'm totally okay with that," Lea says, reaching up to grab the front of Jonathan's shirt and pull him down.
"We are not having sex, Lea," Jonathan says, laughing against her hair when he falls on top of her.
"Can't we just fool around a little?" Lea pouts, wrapping a leg around Jonathan's waist.
"You are so crazy," Jonathan says, nosing at her neck. "Besides, if it was gonna happen, it would have happened that time in Paris."
"I was so close," Lea sighs sadly, running her fingers through his hair.
"You really were," Jon whispers in her ear, his breath hot in a way that makes Lea shiver and curl her toes into the fabric of his jeans.
"Wait," Lea says, suddenly. "You didn't answer me about the feet."
Heather/Darren, riding, NC-17"Is this good?" Heather asks, rocking her hips down so Darren's cock sinks deeper inside, and Darren just makes a pathetic whimpering noise that's a lot hotter than it should be.
"This is the best," Darren breathes out, his hands sliding from her hips to her thighs, stroking at her skin in a way that gives her goosebumps. Heather leans forward until she's bent over him, laughing when he arches up so he can get his mouth on her nipple.
"Hey, can I pull your hair?" Heather asks suddenly, her hands braced on the mattress to hold herself up. She doesn't have to - Darren's shorter than her but he's strong and he can handle her weight - but she likes it like this, likes how much control she has right now. Darren's kind of submissive for her, anyway. Which Heather would not have thought she'd be into until now.
"You can pull whatever you want," Darren says in awe, tilting his head back and groaning when Heather grips a handful of curls and tugs experimentally. She leans down to kiss his throat, his jaw, enjoying the way he's started to rock his hips up to meet hers.
"God," Heather says with another laugh, ducking down and pressing her face to his neck. "You're so small, Darren." She normally wouldn't say it, but Darren's kind of given her the impression he gets off on being shorter.
"Please don't be talking about my dick," Darren says, his mouth dropping open around a whine when Heather drags her teeth over his ear.
"Nah, your dick is being very good to me right now." Heather squeezes around him to prove a point and Darren's fingers scramble at her hips, his body straining up underneath hers.
Yeah, she was definitely going to do this again.
Threesomes
Cory/Darren/Chris, size difference, PG"Is this, like, some gay courting ritual I don't know about?" Lea asks, poking at Chris's shoulder.
"You know more about gay sex than most gay guys I know, myself included," Chris says, not looking up from his magazine.
"I know, that's why I'm so befuddled," Lea says, still poking. Chris sighs, giving in because he knows how insistent Lea gets and he doesn't want bruises.
"What?" he asks, and then almost chokes on a laugh when he looks across the room. Darren is perched on Cory's back, grinning widely as Cory runs around the room, tilting and swerving as Darren laughs and yelps when Cory dips them too close to the ground.
"Remember?" Lea asks, slapping at his leg now. "You did the same thing when--"
"Shut up, he offered to do it." Chris says, because he did. "Maybe it's some kind of weird bisexual Canadian courting ritual," Chris says. "Don't taint the gays, Lea, or you'll never become their new queen."
"It's kind of adorable," Lea says happily, sighing and resting her head on Chris's shoulder. "Look at them! Darren's so tiny!"
Chris is glad Lea can't see his blush, because he has to admit, it's not exactly an unappealing mental image, the two of them together. Cory is a very big guy, and Darren is a very small guy, and whatever. Chris has eyes. Besides, he remembers when he was smaller than Darren even, and how hot it had been when Cory just lifted him up like he was nothing and carted him around for ages without breaking a sweat. Chris wonders idly if Cory could hold them both, before he realizes where that train of thought is headed and glares down at the top of Lea's head.
She's like a homoerotic bloodhound sometimes, Chris swears.
Chris/Jonathan/Lea, pornography, PG-13 (links to NSFW image at the end)"Oh, that reminds me. I found something I wanted to show you two. I figured you'd appreciate it more than Dianna did." Lea waggles her eyebrows a little, her eyes all bright like they get when she's excited and/or plotting something.
"We don't want to see your gay porn," Chris jokes, and it's mostly true. He has no idea what kind of porn Lea would be into, but he'd bet anything that she has at least one video of a tiny brunette having sex with a curly-haired guy.
"Please tell me you are not showing him a video from the cast party," Jonathan says.
"Which cast party?" Lea asks without looking up.
"You know, the cast party. The one where..." Jonathan trails off, and Lea and Chris both look up in time to see him make these weird hand motions that could either represent crazy sex acts or someone being on fire. Lea gasps and starts to turn pink.
"No one had a camera at that party! Did they? Oh no, did they?"
"I really don't want to know, huh?" Chris says, trying to elbow Lea out of the way so he can look at her laptop. Her files aren't organized by any system of organization he recognizes, but there is a folder on her desktop labeled ";)".
"Oh, hey, you found it!" Lea says, nudging Chris over so she can open the folder, and Chris takes one look at all the thumbnails of naked people and then crawls over by Jonathan on the bed, away from her.
"Oh my gosh, Lea. You can't just--"
"She can. And she does," Jonathan says, giving Chris a sympathetic look. "So what exactly are you--"
"Okay," she says, turning her laptop around to show them. "Doesn't he look like Cory?"
"Lea!"
Heather/Harry/Darren, dancing, PG-13"Wait," Harry gasps in horror as Darren lets Heather spin him around and then starts dancing with her. "Wait, what is happening in front of me?"
"Leave him alone," Heather giggles, grabbing Darren again and dipping him this time. "It's cute."
"It's horrifying," Harry says, jumping out of his seat and grabbing Darren from Heather, dropping his hands heavily onto Darren's shoulders. "What are you doing?" he asks.
"I'm dancing!" Darren says happily.
"That's not dancing. That's a seizure."
"Hey," Darren says, pouting a little before he catches himself. "I was just, you know... feeling the music."
"And the music feels like an electric shock?" Harry says.
"Heather," Darren says, ducking out from under Harry's arms and turning back around to let Heather clutch him close. "Save me."
"You could at least be constructive," Heather says, hugging him close. Darren kind of loves Heather. He also loves that Heather's just the right amount of taller than him that his face pretty much rests on her chest when she's in heels. But he tries not to feel too good about that.
"Fine," Harry says, and then he's pressed all along Darren's back, pushing him even closer to Heather until they both have their hands on his hips, slowing him down and guiding him into a slow - and frankly, kind of filthy - roll.
"See?" Harry says, bending down to whisper into Darren's ear. "This is how you dance."
"This is also how you do other things," Darren says, laughing a little nervously.
"Yes," Heather says, sliding her hand under Darren's shirt to stroke at the small of his back. "But we haven't seen you do that yet."
"Feel free to give us a demonstration, though," Harry says into his ear, voice low and amused. "Then we can offer our critiques."
Heather/Naya/Chris, foreplay, R"Chris, we're borrowing your bed," Heather says sweetly, and Chris is nodding, kneeling on the floor to dig through his bag, before he processes her words.
"Wait, who's 'we'?"
"Everyone's being noisy in our room so we're having a sleepover. That's cool, right? We'll keep it down," Naya says, crawling onto the bed and sliding her hand into Heather's shorts.
"Oh my gosh, wow, there's nowhere else you two could do this?" Chris says. He's not new to them fooling around, and he's even been a participant once or twice, but that's his bed. Was his bed. And now Heather is arching up with Naya's hand and Naya is kissing at Heather's neck while she laughs breathlessly, and it's kind of hot in a way that just makes Chris feel warm and voyeuristic.
"Chris, get over here," Naya says, her voice all rough like it gets when she's been singing a lot, and Chris raises his eyebrows, but he starts walking over to the bed anyway.
"Is there anything I can say to get you guys to move to the shower or the floor? Bribes you'd be willing to take? If you move the lesbian sex to the floor I'll give you my pillows."
"C'mere," Heather says, holding out her hand, and Chris knew this was coming, knew he'd give in. Naya and Heather are sweet and kiss well, and they don't seem to mind Chris joining them.
"Permission to touch your dick, honey?" Heather asks, and Chris chokes out a laugh, his hips twitching up as Heather starts to unbutton his jeans.
"Yeah, granted," Chris breathes out. Heather's hand is tight and she's making soft noises while Naya fingers her and leans over to kiss Chris, wet and deep. As far as sleepovers go, it could be worse.
Heather/Naya/Darren, double penetration, R"Um. What?" Darren asks, his mouth hanging open.
"I asked if you wanted to fuck Heather with me, Darren, get with the program," Naya says. She's still very much in her underwear and a strap-on. Which is how she'd answered the door. Heather is naked on the bed. When Naya had called and asked for his help with something he figured she meant, like, moving furniture. Maybe putting something together.
"Are you still here?" Naya asks, snapping in his face.
"Yeah. Yes. I am here. Here I am," Darren says. He's trying very hard not to stare at Heather's boobs.
"So do you want to fuck or not?" Naya asks, poking idly at the dildo.
"Say yes," Heather says, her hands resting just low enough on her stomach to make Darren wish they were a little lower.
"I... yes," Darren says, because that is obviously the only correct answer. "Just give me a second, to. Like. Remember how breathing works."
"Good answer," Heather says, grinning at him from her place against the pillows. "You're adorable. This is gonna be a good time."
"Totally," Darren says, giving in and letting himself stare at Heather's boobs. "Totally a good time."
"Oh honey," Naya says, smacking him on the ass as she crawls onto the bed between Heather's legs. "You have no idea." Darren wants to agree, because he's pretty sure he doesn't have any idea, but then Naya's dropping her head between Heather's legs and Heather's gasping and arching up and grabbing onto Naya's hair, and holy shit. When Darren woke up this morning, he was not expecting a threeway with two of the hottest girls he's ever seen in real life. Not that he's complaining.
Heather moans, her hips jerking up roughly against Naya's face. Yep. He is so not complaining.