8 assorted prompt ficlets
Here are the rest of the prompted ficlets we've written over the past several weeks. This group of ficlets were written for fun or for various specific prompts instead of one general theme (like the ficlets in our last post).
Kurt/Blaine, library make outs, PG-13, 590+ words"I can't believe this place is mostly deserted," Kurt hisses as Blaine pulls him into the library. "I mean, it's something you could easily guess from the collective IQ of this school, but there are usually people in here anyway--"
"Shh, the librarian is staring at you," Blaine says, but Kurt just waves his hand as they continue for the back of the library.
"Oh, she's just still wary because of our impromptu Can't Touch This performance two years ago. She needs to get over that."
"I--" Blaine stops, staring at Kurt. "You know what? I'm not even going to ask. Come on, right over here."
"The reference section?" Kurt asks, looking around and quirking an eyebrow. "You do know they have that information on computers now, right, Blaine?"
"I know," Blaine says, tugging Kurt into the little nook, far out of sight from anyone else in the library, and settling his hands low on Kurt's waist so he can press him back against the bookshelves. "Which is why I figured it would be deserted, and since the janitor's closet is off limits--"
"Do you even know how disgusting that would be? I don't think you do."
"--I'll settle for kissing you against some big dusty books."
"Mmm, the very idea of romance," Kurt says, but he's grinning when Blaine leans in, his lips just brushing over Kurt's and his hands firm where they're gripping Kurt's hips.
"Tell me you'd rather be back in glee club listening to Rachel and Finn sing I Got You Babe."
"Okay, okay, point taken," Kurt says with a short laugh. His tongue darts out to lick his lips quickly and Blaine closes his eyes, tilting his head and pressing his mouth to Kurt's. Kurt's hands move up to rest on Blaine's shoulders, fingers bunching up in the material of his sweater and trying to tug him even closer. Blaine makes a soft noise against Kurt's mouth, moving his lips a little harder, opening his mouth when Kurt goes to suck at Blaine's bottom lip.
"Shh," Kurt says, letting go of Blaine's lip and then trailing kisses down to his jaw, sucking hard at the skin there. Blaine feels a rush of heat and his hips jerk forward, his teeth digging into his lip to stay quiet. "You don't want anyone to hear, do you?"
"Kurt," Blaine groans, turning his head so he can press his lips back to Kurt's. He squeezes harder at Kurt's hips, kissing him rough and breathing hard enough that they're not even trying to be quiet anymore, fuck, but it doesn't even matter, and--
"Oh god," Kurt says, straightening up and pushing Blaine away when a book in the shelf behind him falls to the floor with a loud thump. "What are we doing?" Kurt asks breathlessly, and Blaine laughs, loud enough to earn them both a hissed, "Be quiet!" from the librarian up front.
"I think," Blaine whispers slowly, forcing himself to stop staring at how red Kurt's lips look right now, "that Mr. Schuester is going to suspect we're not just getting snacks from the vending machine."
"I think the entire Glee Club suspected that the moment we got up to leave," Kurt says, rolling his eyes and reaching up to straighten out Blaine's sweater.
"Okay, fair point." Blaine darts in to kiss Kurt quickly, one more time, and it's unbelievably hot the way Kurt licks his lips again when Blaine pulls away. "It was worth it, though, right?"
"Hmmm, I'll let you know when you meet me at my car after school."
Kurt/Blaine, sleepover, PG-13, 850+ words"I'm not afraid of your dad," Blaine tells the ceiling, and Kurt glances over to where Blaine is lying on his bed. They're both already in their pajamas and Kurt is giving some serious thought to skipping his nighttime skin care regime to make more time for kissing.
"What?"
"Oh, nothing," Blaine says, waving his hand. "I just figure if I say it out loud it will make it more true."
Kurt snorts. "Blaine, he gave us permission. He's fine with it, trust me. And even if he does get mad, he'll get mad at me, because quite frankly, Blaine, he kind of adores you. In his own special way," Kurt adds after a second.
"Wait, really?" Blaine asks, lifting his head up, and Kurt bites back a smile when he sees Blaine's cheeks slowly turn pink.
"Of course, why do you think he always invites you over for dinner? With all your football talks and you helping out in the garage and that time you brought over soup when I was sick and that time you brought over soup when he was sick--" Kurt does let himself smile then, his chest feeling warm all over again at the memory. He moves from his vanity to crawl onto the bed next to Blaine, settling down in next to him and grabbing for Blaine's hand, fingers tangling up together over Blaine's stomach. "Stop worrying."
"Kiss me," Blaine says softly, staring at Kurt with that look that makes Kurt's stomach flip in the best way.
"If you insist," Kurt says, leaning up on his elbow so he can tilt his head and press his lips down against Blaine's. It starts out sweet enough, both of them smiling when they go in to kiss again, but then Blaine's hand finds its way to cup Kurt's waist and Kurt leans in heavier next to Blaine, putting more pressure into the kisses, sucking at Blaine's bottom lip the way he likes and rolling his hips a little against Blaine's hip for the friction.
"We should--" Blaine tries to say between kisses, but his hand is still wide and warm over Kurt's waist, sneaking up underneath his pajama top, making Kurt shiver. "Your dad, Kurt, I--"
"Shh, stop thinking about my dad," Kurt says breathlessly. "Let's just--"
"Footsteps!" Blaine hisses suddenly, pulling away from Kurt like he's been burnt, and Kurt collapses back on the bed next to Blaine, straightening his pajama top and shooting Blaine a How did you hear that? look just as Burt pokes his head into the room.
"You two ready for bed, then?" Burt asks, and Kurt says, "Almost, dad," while Blaine nods vigorously.
"Okay then. You remember the rules?"
Kurt sighs, crossing his arms over his chest and bringing his legs up, mostly to hide the fact that he's still half-hard. "Yes, dad. Door stays open, clothes stay on, and--"
"And no doing anything you wouldn't want grandma to see," Burt finishes. Kurt sneaks a glance over at Blaine and feels a little guilty for how red Blaine is. Ever since they started having sex, Blaine's been terrible at keeping his cool around Burt. Considering Blaine's track record with talking openly to Burt, Kurt's terrified that he's just going to crumble under pressure and blurt it out one day.
"I have ears like a hawk, you know," Burt adds after a minute of staring them down.
Kurt groans. "Dad."
"And Finn's right next door, and these walls are thin enough that if you two start--"
"Are you done embarrassing them now?" Carole interrupts with a laugh, stepping up behind Burt and putting her hand on his shoulder. "Come on, let's let them sleep. They'll be fine, won't they?" The look Carole gives them isn't accusing or judging but there's something still overwhelmingly motherly underneath her smile and it makes Kurt freeze up, makes his chest ache the way it sometimes does when something reminds him of his mom.
"We will not let you down, Mr. and Mrs. Hummel," Blaine says, voice only shaking a little, and Carole hides her smile in the back of Burt's shoulder.
"Goodnight, boys," Carole says, pulling at Burt's arm where he's still hovering in the doorway, until finally he says, "Yeah, goodnight. We'll be right down the hall if you need anything."
"We know," Kurt says, just barely suppressing the urge to roll his eyes. "Trust me, we know."
"Well good," Burt says, and he finally lets Carole drag him away.
"Kurt," Blaine whispers as soon as Carole and Burt are down the hall and have shut the door to their room. Kurt turns over on the bed and blinks at Blaine, smiling softly to himself at the way Kurt's old t-shirt looks stretched across Blaine's broad shoulders.
"Hmm?"
"I don't think I can actually fall asleep right now," Blaine confesses, smiling sheepishly at Kurt, and Kurt smiles widely back, stomach flipping.
"Oh Blaine," Kurt says, pulling the covers up around them and then throwing one of his legs over Blaine's, snuggling in close enough to drop a kiss to the side of Blaine's neck. "I really wasn't planning on sleeping anytime soon."
Kurt/Blaine, fingering, NC-17, 980+ words"Three," Kurt breathes out, meeting Blaine's eyes when Blaine's head jerks up from between Kurt's legs, where he's working one finger slowly into Kurt.
"Are you sure?" Blaine asks, voice gone all rough like it gets when they've been fooling around, raspy and low in a way Kurt loves too much. "We've only done two before, I don't want--"
"I assure you I will be fine," Kurt interrupts, grinning when Blaine gives him a dubious look that Kurt knows well.
"You know I would never rush you."
"I know," Kurt says, cupping Blaine's cheek. "You've been very good to me, Blaine. But I can't stop thinking about how good your fingers feel inside, and-- and I trust you to do this for me," Kurt finishes, feeling a little silly for laying it out like that, but Blaine just surges up to press his lips hard against Kurt's, muffling the startled noise Kurt makes when Blaine's finger pushes in to the knuckle. Blaine's panting when he pulls back and settles back down between Kurt's legs.
"And if you want me to stop at any time, just--"
"Hit you, I know," Kurt says cheerfully.
Blaine's eyebrows furrow. "I was going to say to just tell me to stop."
"Oh, well, I'll do that too," Kurt says, leaning back into the pillows and spreading his legs wider when Blaine grabs the lube to add more on his fingers. He's always too generous with it and Kurt grimaces when he feels it run down his ass and onto the bed, but Kurt would rather have that than the alternative of not enough.
Blaine presses two in this time and after the initial hot push, Kurt's muscles give and Blaine's fingers are sinking slowly in, twisting and rubbing to massage Kurt from the inside. Kurt isn't quite at the point where he wants to grab Blaine's hand and hold it in place when Blaine's middle finger rubs over his prostate, dragging in a way that feels so good on top of the pressure of Blaine's fingers inside, but he does start to whine, tilting his head back until Blaine grabs his knee and says, "Look at me, Kurt."
"Sorry," Kurt says automatically, tilting his head back up to look at Blaine, but there's nothing but heat and awe in the way Blaine's staring at him, his fingers working in deeper now. Kurt starts to twist his hips with the movement of Blaine's fingers, as much as he can with Blaine still holding his knee, and when heat starts to unfurl at the base of Kurt's spine, he rasps out, "Another, Blaine. Please."
"Fuck," Blaine growls, and he rarely ever swears so the word just makes Kurt's stomach twist up tighter, hotter. He takes a deep breath and tries not to tense up when Blaine slides his fingers out and then slowly presses three back in, tucked together and sliding in easier than Kurt would've expected. Once they're in halfway, though, is when Kurt can really feel the stretch, and he reaches down to grab at Blaine's hand over his knee, breath coming out heavy and shaky.
"Stop?" Blaine asks immediately, voice still so rough, and Kurt shakes his head.
"No, no, keep going. Just-- wow." It's so much fuller than Kurt's gotten used to, even if it's just one more finger, but the stretch feels even better than Kurt imagined.
"But wow in a good way, right?" Blaine asks, but the hint of a smug grin on his face tells Kurt that he already knows the answer to that.
"Of course in a good way," Kurt replies. "Now please fuck me with them."
"Jesus," Blaine mutters before working his fingers in the rest of the way, almost all the way up to his knuckles, before dragging them slowly back out and starting a steady rhythm like that. He wiggles his fingers a little, helping Kurt get used to the stretch, and it's not long until Kurt is saying, "Wait, there, right there," and Blaine is crooking his fingers up making sure they drag over Kurt's prostate as they work in and out.
Kurt hasn't even thought about touching himself even though he's achingly hard, but Blaine lets go of his knee and reaches for Kurt's cock, circling his fingers around it and stroking slowly in time with the fingers that are still working in and out of Kurt's ass.
"God, Kurt, you don't know how amazing you look," Blaine says quietly, staring up at Kurt in an intense way that makes Kurt shudder, makes him bear down harder on Blaine's fingers. "So hot, and taking so much for me."
Kurt groans, feeling overwhelmed everywhere Blaine is touching him, feeling the way he's flushed all the way down his chest. "Blaine," Kurt whines, hips jerking forward, and Blaine squeezes hard around Kurt's cock and fucks Kurt faster with his fingers as Kurt starts to come, body tensing up and then shuddering as Kurt's orgasm washes over him, a hot throb that spreads out from where he's squeezing down tightly around Blaine's fingers.
Blaine slides his fingers out while Kurt's still coming down and Kurt slumps back into the bed, grateful for Blaine wiping his hand off on a tissue so Kurt doesn't have to yell at him for wiping it on the sheets.
"You okay?" Blaine asks a few seconds later, smiling and crawling up the bed to cup Kurt's face and lean down to kiss him. Kurt kisses back lazily, feeling boneless and happy and still a little throbby between his legs.
"I'm awesome," Kurt says, and Blaine laughs and pets down Kurt's chest, down to his stomach. His hands are warm and leave Kurt's skin feeling pleasantly tingly. "Mmm, thanks."
"Believe me," Blaine says, dropping a kiss to Kurt's collarbone, "the pleasure was all mine."
Kurt smacks Blaine for that, but he rolls them over so he can jerk Blaine off and return the favor anyway.
Puck/Kurt, collaring, R, 390+ words"Nice look," Puck says, running his fingers over the smooth black collar around Kurt's neck, and Kurt's expression goes tight.
"If you're just going to make fun of me, Puckerman, I swear--"
"Not making fun, Kurt, shit," Puck says, dropping his voice lower, and Kurt swallows when Puck's fingers slide underneath the collar to brush over Kurt's neck. It's not on too tight to be really uncomfortable, but it's tight enough that Kurt can feel it when he breathes out, unable to stop thinking about where the leather is pressing into his skin, unable to stop thinking about what it means.
"I meant it. This is a good look for you."
"What, dog?" Kurt asks wryly, and Puck slides his hand down to the small of Kurt's back, leaning down and letting his lips brush over Kurt's ear when he whispers, "No. Mine."
The word shouldn't still make Kurt shiver, face heating up so fast it's a wonder he's still hard, but it does. "Puck," Kurt says, turning around and watching the way Puck's eyes flick down to the collar before they meet Kurt's. "How do you want to-- do this?" Kurt finishes awkwardly.
"Dunno, I didn't think that far ahead," Puck mumbles, shrugging. "I didn't think you'd say yes to this."
Kurt smiles, biting at his lip when Puck smiles back at him. "I already had this in my wardrobe. But I could never find something to wear it with, and then--"
"It's a good thing you're naked right now, then, isn't it?"
"Shut up," Kurt groans, shoving at Puck's chest without any real force behind it, but Puck just grabs Kurt's arms and spins him around, pushing at his back until Kurt's bent over the desk in his room. He can feel heat flood his face again, his skin hypersensitive when Puck leans down over his back, hand sliding up Kurt's side to hook a finger in his collar.
"Mine," Puck says again, his other hand trailing down to Kurt's ass, and Kurt presses back into the touch automatically, feeling equally exposed and shameless in his new position, feeling like his body isn't entirely his own right now, feeling like Puck's.
"Yes," Kurt breathes out, and Puck drops a kiss to the back of Kurt's neck, right underneath the collar, lips warm and wet over Kurt's hot skin. Kurt swallows again. "Yours."
Santana/Tina, strap-on sucking, R, 360+ words"That's really not necessary--" Tina starts to say when Santana crawls down the bed after Tina's got the strap-on in place. She knows Santana's wet because she could feel her through her underwear while they were making out, and Santana knows where the lube is if they need it. So why Santana grabs the dildo and swirls her tongue around the head of it is beyond Tina, even if the visual is making Tina's stomach flip pleasantly.
"Relax, babe, I'm an expert at this," Santana jokes before she starts to sink her mouth down over the toy, fingers reaching up for Tina's hips. She loves grabbing at Tina's hips or her ass when they're fucking, and Tina can't ever bring herself to be angry about the pretty finger-shaped bruises that show up on her skin the next day. Tina likes that about Santana, that she's a little on the rough and wild side in a way none of Tina's boyfriends had ever been with her.
"I feel ridiculous," Tina says with a sigh after a few seconds, threading her fingers into Santana's hair because she feels weird just lying there. Fuck, what she wouldn't give to be able to feel the things Santana's doing with her mouth right now.
"Well don't, you look hot," Santana says simply, grinning up at Tina before running her tongue slowly down the side of the dildo. Tina bites her lip, feeling something like a phantom throb between her legs.
"I'm really not the hot one here," Tina mumbles, watching the way Santana's full lips move over the purple silicone, the shine of spit over the toy from where Santana's been licking it.
"Believe me, sweetie, I wouldn't lie to you about something so important." Santana smiles again and then sinks her mouth back down over the toy, going at it hard enough that Tina can feel a faint pressure where the base of the dildo is pressing against her, and she lets out a shaky breath, tugging at Santana's hair.
"I guess I'll just take your word for it, Santana," Tina says, thinking Finally when Santana pulls off the dildo with a wet noise and crawls back up the bed to Tina.
Chris/Mike O'Malley (RPF), blowjobs, R, 490+ words"Okay, but you really don't have to--"
"Chris," Mike says with a laugh, rubbing slowly at Chris's knee. "You need to relax and let me do this, okay?"
"No, right, I can totally relax," Chris says quickly, tensing up even further. "Just. Give me a minute." He's usually a lot better about sneaking off in between filming to fool around with Mike in his trailer, but Chris has had a long couple of weeks (Months, his mind supplies) and not nearly enough sleep to match the long days he's been working.
"You're probably the most overworked kid I know," Mike mumbles. "Relax. I've got you."
It's a pretty fatherly thing to say - and oh, if Chris doesn't want to smack himself right after he thinks that - but it works regardless, and Chris closes his eyes and takes a few deep breaths, only opening them when he hears a zipper being tugged down.
"Oh," Chris says, blinking. "That's mine."
Mike raises his eyebrows. "Were you expecting something else?"
"I thought I was going down on you," Chris says sheepishly, licking his lips as Mike tugs his jeans down to mid-thigh, hands big and warm on Chris's bare skin.
"Maybe next time, after you've actually gotten some sleep," Mike says, patting Chris's hip and then tugging Chris's underwear down. This isn't the first time they've done this, but Chris still gets that giddy, surreal feeling where he has to take a moment to remember they're not in character, and that it's okay to put his hand on Mike's shoulder and say, "Fuck, just-- thanks, Mike."
"Hey, watch your mouth," Mike jokes, and Chris would probably do something horrifically embarrassing like giggle if Mike didn't follow it up by squeezing at the base of Chris's cock right before ducking his head down.
It's not the first blowjob Chris has ever had, but it's something Mike hasn't done for him before and it's been a while since Chris has had this anyway. He feels that shivery thrill he gets sometimes during sex, where it's overwhelming but Chris can't get enough, and Mike strokes over his hip soothingly, pulling off Chris's cock to lick at the side of it. Chris flushes just watching Mike, and his fingers tighten over Mike's shoulder.
Mike lifts his head up, licking his lips. "Please don't tell me you're already close. Way to make me feel even older than I already do, Chris," Mike says wryly.
"No, no," Chris says with a laugh, rubbing his hand over Mike's shoulder because he knows how much Mike loves his shoulders rubbed. "No, I'm just enjoying this. It's been a while. I forgot-- it's really good."
"I'm glad you're enjoying this," Mike says with a smile, hand working slowly over Chris's cock before he leans back down.
"I'm glad you're glad," Chris says immediately, and Mike laughs, reaching up to pat at Chris's hip. Chris really does need more sleep. But he can worry about that later.
Chris/Darren (RPF), pre-Emmy's, PG-13, 760+ words"You nervous?" Darren asks, tossing his phone up in the air over and over again in a way that makes Chris wish it would fall to the ground, just once, just to see Darren scramble for it. Chris isn't a malicious person or anything - he just really wants to see that phone fall.
"Wait, what? Nervous?" Chris's eyebrows furrow. "Are we making out or something in this scene? I thought we were just--"
Darren laughs, loud and clear, catching his phone when it goes a little too far to the left and oohh, so close to dropping it, Chris thinks sadly. "Not for filming, for the Emmy's. Are you nervous? Do you already have a speech prepared and everything?"
Chris feels that sudden jolt in his stomach, the vaguely sickening one that informs him that yes, of course he's nervous, and he had been doing a pretty good job of ignoring the nerves until Darren opened his big fat mouth, damn him. "That's ridiculous. You're ridiculous. I'll be fine. Stop looking at me," Chris mumbles out quickly, because Darren won't, but Darren just makes a stupid sort of cooing noise and holds his arms out, leaning in slowly.
"Awww, Chris, hey. It's gonna be fine. C'mere."
"No, no, no hug therapy. I hate hug therapy, Darren, don't--" But it's useless, Darren already has his arms wrapped tightly around Chris, squeezing him and resting his head heavily on Chris's shoulder. He smells like coffee and hair product and Chris tries to squirm away.
"Shh, it's okay. I know you secretly love hug therapy."
"I hate it," Chris says firmly, but he's smiling now and he can't quite keep the smile out of his voice. "I hate it so much, Darren."
"Shhhh, there there," Darren says until he finally lets go of Chris, pulling back and grinning like he's especially funny or clever. "Sorry to make you all anxious. You should've seen your face, it was just like-- whoa, pale and sick."
"Thanks. Thanks so much," Chris says dryly, checking the time on his phone.
"Do you have enough time to go wash my germs off?" Darren asks sweetly.
"Nope. I'm just going to have to film like this. I feel sorry for Lea, I think we link arms in this scene."
Darren scoffs. "Lea loves my germs."
"More like you've infected her and she no longer knows any better," Chris shoots back, reaching down for his water bottle. "Ugh, the speech isn't the part I'm worried about. I can handle that if I have to, if-- I mean, I won't, it won't be me, but if I do, I can handle it. But it's just the--" Chris waves his arm, and Darren nods. "You know."
"The nerves."
"Exactly." He's glad Darren gets it. Darren is good for some things.
"You should get really drunk. That's my advice to you. Don't actually take that advice, I was kidding," Darren says quickly, and Chris rolls his eyes. "You could get laid, like, right before. Maybe that would make you all, you know, distracted and all loose and happy so you're not--"
To Chris's horror, he feels himself start to blush. "Wow, shut up," Chris snaps, and Darren's eyes go wide, his phone slipping off his lap and onto the ground. It's not as satisfying as Chris was hoping it would be.
"That wasn't-- I wasn't hitting on you, shit, sorry. You know that, right? I was just--"
"Seriously, shut up," Chris says, ducking his head and pretending to get something out of his bag.
"No, man, listen, I don't want--"
"You were making a joke, Darren, it's cool," Chris says brusquely, sitting up and deciding to just pretend his face isn't bright red. "Ha ha."
"It wasn't a joke," Darren says earnestly, and oh god, now he's all earnest and Chris is never going to be able to get out of this one. "I don't think you having sex is a joke at all, I just meant--"
Chris reaches over and stops Darren by putting his hand over Darren's mouth. Darren's eyebrows furrow.
"Stop apologizing, dumbass," Chris says gently, taking his hand away before Darren decides to lick him. Then Chris really would have to wash the Darren germs off. "I just-- I don't want to discuss my sex life with you. Thanks."
"No, that's totally fair," Darren agrees automatically, nodding. "How much ass you're getting in your free time is none of my business."
"Wow," Chris says. "Wow."
"Or dick. How much dick you're getting, that's also not my business--"
Chris laughs, kicking out at Darren's shin until he shuts up again.
Chris/Darren (RPF), kissing, PG-13, 1,300 words"Hey you," Darren says with a smile, stepping aside so Chris can step up into his trailer. It's always bright because Darren never closes his blinds and it smells a little like Darren's cologne and the hair product they use to give him Blaine's hair helmet. The smell is familiar to Chris now, almost comforting, and Chris doesn't hesitate before walking over to Darren's couch and plopping down on it.
"Look, Darren, we need to talk," Chris says. There's no point beating around the bush or else Chris is just going to talk himself out of talking to Darren about this. And really, Chris has suffered enough.
"Oh god," Darren says, shoving at Chris' legs where he's sprawled out on the couch so he can sit down next to him. "Are you breaking up with me? Please don't break up with me."
Chris can feel his eyebrows go up. "What?"
"Chris," Darren says, grabbing Chris's hand, and Chris honestly can't tell if he's being made fun of or not. "Please don't break up with me."
"We're not dating," Chris says slowly.
"Please."
"Ooookay," Chris says with a short laugh, patting Darren's leg until Darren lets go of his hand. "I'm not going to break up with you. But we have to talk about your tongue, Darren." Well, that didn't come out quite the way Chris wanted it to.
"Oh, uh, okay. What did it do this time?" Darren asks, grinning a little like he's trying so hard to think of an innuendo right now.
"It's just-- you're a great kisser. You totally are. But you need to stop putting your tongue in my mouth when the scene doesn't call for it."
Darren's response is immediate. "But the scene always calls for it. That's just how Blaine kisses."
"Um."
"Blaine likes to use tongue," Darren continues, his expression completely serious and, if anything, a little earnest. Oh lord.
Chris opens his mouth and then closes it again before finally saying, "Well Kurt doesn't like it. So you should stop."
Darren snorts. "Like hell he doesn't."
"Oh, trust me," Chris says, grinning a little now because this isn't the first time they've gotten into an argument like this, speaking for their characters. Lea always coos at them when they do this. "Kurt doesn't want your stupid tongue anywhere near his mouth. You're like an overenthusiastic puppy. Blaine is, I mean," Chris adds quickly.
"Uh huh," Darren says, his smile a little too cocky. "And so I guess Kurt doesn't like it when Blaine puts his hands in Kurt's hair? Or when Blaine sucks at Kurt's bottom lip, just barely dragging it between his teeth until Kurt--"
"Okay, no, you need to stop," Chris interrupts, his face heating up embarrassingly fast, but he's happy to see Darren's cheeks are at least a little pink too. "Just-- trust me, the tongue is too much."
"I don't trust you," Darren says, eyes bright and warm and big and it takes Chris a second to stop staring and say, "Huh?"
"I think you should show me," Darren says slowly, sounding far too pleased with himself. "Show me what's so bad about having someone else's tongue in my mouth, because I just can't see where Kurt is coming from."
Chris bites his lip and then lets go of it when Darren's eyes flick down to his mouth. "That's stupid. You just want to make out."
"It's for science, Chris," Darren says, sitting up straight. "And a better understanding of our characters. And please, like you don't want to make out."
"Okay, shut up and get up here and we'll see how much you like it," Chris snaps, standing up, and Darren bounces up happily. Chris considers him for a second - barefoot in jeans and a v-neck shirt that's a little too tight, his hair already rebelling against the gel and curling up at his temples - and settles on hooking his fingers in the belt loops of Darren's pants, dragging him forward until Chris's back hits the wall opposite the couch. Okay, so maybe Darren isn't entirely wrong. Chris does want to make out. Just a little bit. And mostly to prove a point.
The blinds are still open across from them and Chris feels an inappropriately hot spark shoot up his spine at the thought of that, at someone seeing. He tries not to dwell on that and slides his fingers out of the belt loops to grab Darren's hips instead, turning them until Darren's back is pressed up against the wall and he's blinking slowly up at Chris, lips slightly parted. Chris has always loved having those extra couple of inches of height on Darren, to be honest - but especially now.
"Okay," Chris says, mostly to himself, and then he's leaning in and tilting his head, watching Darren's eyes flutter shut when their lips touch. Both of them keep their mouths closed at first, falling into the familiar pattern of kissing they're used to from set, but when Darren brings his hands up to settle at the small of Chris's back, holding him there, Chris thinks, Fuck it.
Chris opens his mouth to kiss deeper, waiting for Darren to follow, and as soon as Darren's trying to pull Chris closer, hands sliding up Chris's back, Chris goes for it. And Darren just lets him. Chris presses his tongue into Darren's mouth, just the tip of it, feeling a weird shiver run through him at the way Darren's tongue feels against his, slickhot and soft and-- oh holy fuck.
Chris makes a strangled, embarrassing breathy noise, heat shooting down into his stomach as Darren sucks at his tongue. Why the hell does that feel so good? Chris doesn't recall ever consciously doing this to Darren during filming but now Darren won't stop doing it to him and this is not how this was supposed to go.
Darren's smiling against Chris's mouth when they pull back for a second, but then he's bringing a hand up to bury his fingers into the hair at the back of Chris's head and tugging hard, guiding Chris's face back down to kiss again. This time Chris doesn't hesitate in sliding his tongue back into Darren's mouth, squeezing at Darren's hips when he sucks hard at Chris's tongue each time. He's playing dirty and it's not fair at all, but when Darren uses his hand still on Chris's lower back to try and press their bodies closer together, Chris feels the unmistakable shape of Darren's dick straining in his jeans. Which means that this must be doing something for Darren as well, which. Huh.
"Okay, okay, wait," Chris says after he pulls away, panting and trying not to stare at Darren's tongue too intently when Darren licks his lips. "What is this-- what has even happened here? Wasn't I trying to--"
"I like your tongue," Darren says stupidly, his hand still warm and wide over Chris's back.
"Yes, I gathered that." Chris thinks his face might be heating up again. "But that still doesn't mean that--"
"Chris," Darren says, finally bringing his hand up to cup Chris's face, and Chris meets his eyes. "Shut up about the tongue already, okay? I really want to keep kissing you until I have to go get ready."
"You have at least 20 minutes," Chris points out.
"And I really like kissing you. I don't see what the problem is here."
"You're the problem here," Chris says without any heat, but Darren just beams, tugging Chris back in to kiss him. He uses tongue, which is completely unsurprising, but it's worth the way Darren groans into Chris's mouth when Chris sucks at his tongue.
Kurt/Blaine, library make outs, PG-13, 590+ words"I can't believe this place is mostly deserted," Kurt hisses as Blaine pulls him into the library. "I mean, it's something you could easily guess from the collective IQ of this school, but there are usually people in here anyway--"
"Shh, the librarian is staring at you," Blaine says, but Kurt just waves his hand as they continue for the back of the library.
"Oh, she's just still wary because of our impromptu Can't Touch This performance two years ago. She needs to get over that."
"I--" Blaine stops, staring at Kurt. "You know what? I'm not even going to ask. Come on, right over here."
"The reference section?" Kurt asks, looking around and quirking an eyebrow. "You do know they have that information on computers now, right, Blaine?"
"I know," Blaine says, tugging Kurt into the little nook, far out of sight from anyone else in the library, and settling his hands low on Kurt's waist so he can press him back against the bookshelves. "Which is why I figured it would be deserted, and since the janitor's closet is off limits--"
"Do you even know how disgusting that would be? I don't think you do."
"--I'll settle for kissing you against some big dusty books."
"Mmm, the very idea of romance," Kurt says, but he's grinning when Blaine leans in, his lips just brushing over Kurt's and his hands firm where they're gripping Kurt's hips.
"Tell me you'd rather be back in glee club listening to Rachel and Finn sing I Got You Babe."
"Okay, okay, point taken," Kurt says with a short laugh. His tongue darts out to lick his lips quickly and Blaine closes his eyes, tilting his head and pressing his mouth to Kurt's. Kurt's hands move up to rest on Blaine's shoulders, fingers bunching up in the material of his sweater and trying to tug him even closer. Blaine makes a soft noise against Kurt's mouth, moving his lips a little harder, opening his mouth when Kurt goes to suck at Blaine's bottom lip.
"Shh," Kurt says, letting go of Blaine's lip and then trailing kisses down to his jaw, sucking hard at the skin there. Blaine feels a rush of heat and his hips jerk forward, his teeth digging into his lip to stay quiet. "You don't want anyone to hear, do you?"
"Kurt," Blaine groans, turning his head so he can press his lips back to Kurt's. He squeezes harder at Kurt's hips, kissing him rough and breathing hard enough that they're not even trying to be quiet anymore, fuck, but it doesn't even matter, and--
"Oh god," Kurt says, straightening up and pushing Blaine away when a book in the shelf behind him falls to the floor with a loud thump. "What are we doing?" Kurt asks breathlessly, and Blaine laughs, loud enough to earn them both a hissed, "Be quiet!" from the librarian up front.
"I think," Blaine whispers slowly, forcing himself to stop staring at how red Kurt's lips look right now, "that Mr. Schuester is going to suspect we're not just getting snacks from the vending machine."
"I think the entire Glee Club suspected that the moment we got up to leave," Kurt says, rolling his eyes and reaching up to straighten out Blaine's sweater.
"Okay, fair point." Blaine darts in to kiss Kurt quickly, one more time, and it's unbelievably hot the way Kurt licks his lips again when Blaine pulls away. "It was worth it, though, right?"
"Hmmm, I'll let you know when you meet me at my car after school."
Kurt/Blaine, sleepover, PG-13, 850+ words"I'm not afraid of your dad," Blaine tells the ceiling, and Kurt glances over to where Blaine is lying on his bed. They're both already in their pajamas and Kurt is giving some serious thought to skipping his nighttime skin care regime to make more time for kissing.
"What?"
"Oh, nothing," Blaine says, waving his hand. "I just figure if I say it out loud it will make it more true."
Kurt snorts. "Blaine, he gave us permission. He's fine with it, trust me. And even if he does get mad, he'll get mad at me, because quite frankly, Blaine, he kind of adores you. In his own special way," Kurt adds after a second.
"Wait, really?" Blaine asks, lifting his head up, and Kurt bites back a smile when he sees Blaine's cheeks slowly turn pink.
"Of course, why do you think he always invites you over for dinner? With all your football talks and you helping out in the garage and that time you brought over soup when I was sick and that time you brought over soup when he was sick--" Kurt does let himself smile then, his chest feeling warm all over again at the memory. He moves from his vanity to crawl onto the bed next to Blaine, settling down in next to him and grabbing for Blaine's hand, fingers tangling up together over Blaine's stomach. "Stop worrying."
"Kiss me," Blaine says softly, staring at Kurt with that look that makes Kurt's stomach flip in the best way.
"If you insist," Kurt says, leaning up on his elbow so he can tilt his head and press his lips down against Blaine's. It starts out sweet enough, both of them smiling when they go in to kiss again, but then Blaine's hand finds its way to cup Kurt's waist and Kurt leans in heavier next to Blaine, putting more pressure into the kisses, sucking at Blaine's bottom lip the way he likes and rolling his hips a little against Blaine's hip for the friction.
"We should--" Blaine tries to say between kisses, but his hand is still wide and warm over Kurt's waist, sneaking up underneath his pajama top, making Kurt shiver. "Your dad, Kurt, I--"
"Shh, stop thinking about my dad," Kurt says breathlessly. "Let's just--"
"Footsteps!" Blaine hisses suddenly, pulling away from Kurt like he's been burnt, and Kurt collapses back on the bed next to Blaine, straightening his pajama top and shooting Blaine a How did you hear that? look just as Burt pokes his head into the room.
"You two ready for bed, then?" Burt asks, and Kurt says, "Almost, dad," while Blaine nods vigorously.
"Okay then. You remember the rules?"
Kurt sighs, crossing his arms over his chest and bringing his legs up, mostly to hide the fact that he's still half-hard. "Yes, dad. Door stays open, clothes stay on, and--"
"And no doing anything you wouldn't want grandma to see," Burt finishes. Kurt sneaks a glance over at Blaine and feels a little guilty for how red Blaine is. Ever since they started having sex, Blaine's been terrible at keeping his cool around Burt. Considering Blaine's track record with talking openly to Burt, Kurt's terrified that he's just going to crumble under pressure and blurt it out one day.
"I have ears like a hawk, you know," Burt adds after a minute of staring them down.
Kurt groans. "Dad."
"And Finn's right next door, and these walls are thin enough that if you two start--"
"Are you done embarrassing them now?" Carole interrupts with a laugh, stepping up behind Burt and putting her hand on his shoulder. "Come on, let's let them sleep. They'll be fine, won't they?" The look Carole gives them isn't accusing or judging but there's something still overwhelmingly motherly underneath her smile and it makes Kurt freeze up, makes his chest ache the way it sometimes does when something reminds him of his mom.
"We will not let you down, Mr. and Mrs. Hummel," Blaine says, voice only shaking a little, and Carole hides her smile in the back of Burt's shoulder.
"Goodnight, boys," Carole says, pulling at Burt's arm where he's still hovering in the doorway, until finally he says, "Yeah, goodnight. We'll be right down the hall if you need anything."
"We know," Kurt says, just barely suppressing the urge to roll his eyes. "Trust me, we know."
"Well good," Burt says, and he finally lets Carole drag him away.
"Kurt," Blaine whispers as soon as Carole and Burt are down the hall and have shut the door to their room. Kurt turns over on the bed and blinks at Blaine, smiling softly to himself at the way Kurt's old t-shirt looks stretched across Blaine's broad shoulders.
"Hmm?"
"I don't think I can actually fall asleep right now," Blaine confesses, smiling sheepishly at Kurt, and Kurt smiles widely back, stomach flipping.
"Oh Blaine," Kurt says, pulling the covers up around them and then throwing one of his legs over Blaine's, snuggling in close enough to drop a kiss to the side of Blaine's neck. "I really wasn't planning on sleeping anytime soon."
Kurt/Blaine, fingering, NC-17, 980+ words"Three," Kurt breathes out, meeting Blaine's eyes when Blaine's head jerks up from between Kurt's legs, where he's working one finger slowly into Kurt.
"Are you sure?" Blaine asks, voice gone all rough like it gets when they've been fooling around, raspy and low in a way Kurt loves too much. "We've only done two before, I don't want--"
"I assure you I will be fine," Kurt interrupts, grinning when Blaine gives him a dubious look that Kurt knows well.
"You know I would never rush you."
"I know," Kurt says, cupping Blaine's cheek. "You've been very good to me, Blaine. But I can't stop thinking about how good your fingers feel inside, and-- and I trust you to do this for me," Kurt finishes, feeling a little silly for laying it out like that, but Blaine just surges up to press his lips hard against Kurt's, muffling the startled noise Kurt makes when Blaine's finger pushes in to the knuckle. Blaine's panting when he pulls back and settles back down between Kurt's legs.
"And if you want me to stop at any time, just--"
"Hit you, I know," Kurt says cheerfully.
Blaine's eyebrows furrow. "I was going to say to just tell me to stop."
"Oh, well, I'll do that too," Kurt says, leaning back into the pillows and spreading his legs wider when Blaine grabs the lube to add more on his fingers. He's always too generous with it and Kurt grimaces when he feels it run down his ass and onto the bed, but Kurt would rather have that than the alternative of not enough.
Blaine presses two in this time and after the initial hot push, Kurt's muscles give and Blaine's fingers are sinking slowly in, twisting and rubbing to massage Kurt from the inside. Kurt isn't quite at the point where he wants to grab Blaine's hand and hold it in place when Blaine's middle finger rubs over his prostate, dragging in a way that feels so good on top of the pressure of Blaine's fingers inside, but he does start to whine, tilting his head back until Blaine grabs his knee and says, "Look at me, Kurt."
"Sorry," Kurt says automatically, tilting his head back up to look at Blaine, but there's nothing but heat and awe in the way Blaine's staring at him, his fingers working in deeper now. Kurt starts to twist his hips with the movement of Blaine's fingers, as much as he can with Blaine still holding his knee, and when heat starts to unfurl at the base of Kurt's spine, he rasps out, "Another, Blaine. Please."
"Fuck," Blaine growls, and he rarely ever swears so the word just makes Kurt's stomach twist up tighter, hotter. He takes a deep breath and tries not to tense up when Blaine slides his fingers out and then slowly presses three back in, tucked together and sliding in easier than Kurt would've expected. Once they're in halfway, though, is when Kurt can really feel the stretch, and he reaches down to grab at Blaine's hand over his knee, breath coming out heavy and shaky.
"Stop?" Blaine asks immediately, voice still so rough, and Kurt shakes his head.
"No, no, keep going. Just-- wow." It's so much fuller than Kurt's gotten used to, even if it's just one more finger, but the stretch feels even better than Kurt imagined.
"But wow in a good way, right?" Blaine asks, but the hint of a smug grin on his face tells Kurt that he already knows the answer to that.
"Of course in a good way," Kurt replies. "Now please fuck me with them."
"Jesus," Blaine mutters before working his fingers in the rest of the way, almost all the way up to his knuckles, before dragging them slowly back out and starting a steady rhythm like that. He wiggles his fingers a little, helping Kurt get used to the stretch, and it's not long until Kurt is saying, "Wait, there, right there," and Blaine is crooking his fingers up making sure they drag over Kurt's prostate as they work in and out.
Kurt hasn't even thought about touching himself even though he's achingly hard, but Blaine lets go of his knee and reaches for Kurt's cock, circling his fingers around it and stroking slowly in time with the fingers that are still working in and out of Kurt's ass.
"God, Kurt, you don't know how amazing you look," Blaine says quietly, staring up at Kurt in an intense way that makes Kurt shudder, makes him bear down harder on Blaine's fingers. "So hot, and taking so much for me."
Kurt groans, feeling overwhelmed everywhere Blaine is touching him, feeling the way he's flushed all the way down his chest. "Blaine," Kurt whines, hips jerking forward, and Blaine squeezes hard around Kurt's cock and fucks Kurt faster with his fingers as Kurt starts to come, body tensing up and then shuddering as Kurt's orgasm washes over him, a hot throb that spreads out from where he's squeezing down tightly around Blaine's fingers.
Blaine slides his fingers out while Kurt's still coming down and Kurt slumps back into the bed, grateful for Blaine wiping his hand off on a tissue so Kurt doesn't have to yell at him for wiping it on the sheets.
"You okay?" Blaine asks a few seconds later, smiling and crawling up the bed to cup Kurt's face and lean down to kiss him. Kurt kisses back lazily, feeling boneless and happy and still a little throbby between his legs.
"I'm awesome," Kurt says, and Blaine laughs and pets down Kurt's chest, down to his stomach. His hands are warm and leave Kurt's skin feeling pleasantly tingly. "Mmm, thanks."
"Believe me," Blaine says, dropping a kiss to Kurt's collarbone, "the pleasure was all mine."
Kurt smacks Blaine for that, but he rolls them over so he can jerk Blaine off and return the favor anyway.
Puck/Kurt, collaring, R, 390+ words"Nice look," Puck says, running his fingers over the smooth black collar around Kurt's neck, and Kurt's expression goes tight.
"If you're just going to make fun of me, Puckerman, I swear--"
"Not making fun, Kurt, shit," Puck says, dropping his voice lower, and Kurt swallows when Puck's fingers slide underneath the collar to brush over Kurt's neck. It's not on too tight to be really uncomfortable, but it's tight enough that Kurt can feel it when he breathes out, unable to stop thinking about where the leather is pressing into his skin, unable to stop thinking about what it means.
"I meant it. This is a good look for you."
"What, dog?" Kurt asks wryly, and Puck slides his hand down to the small of Kurt's back, leaning down and letting his lips brush over Kurt's ear when he whispers, "No. Mine."
The word shouldn't still make Kurt shiver, face heating up so fast it's a wonder he's still hard, but it does. "Puck," Kurt says, turning around and watching the way Puck's eyes flick down to the collar before they meet Kurt's. "How do you want to-- do this?" Kurt finishes awkwardly.
"Dunno, I didn't think that far ahead," Puck mumbles, shrugging. "I didn't think you'd say yes to this."
Kurt smiles, biting at his lip when Puck smiles back at him. "I already had this in my wardrobe. But I could never find something to wear it with, and then--"
"It's a good thing you're naked right now, then, isn't it?"
"Shut up," Kurt groans, shoving at Puck's chest without any real force behind it, but Puck just grabs Kurt's arms and spins him around, pushing at his back until Kurt's bent over the desk in his room. He can feel heat flood his face again, his skin hypersensitive when Puck leans down over his back, hand sliding up Kurt's side to hook a finger in his collar.
"Mine," Puck says again, his other hand trailing down to Kurt's ass, and Kurt presses back into the touch automatically, feeling equally exposed and shameless in his new position, feeling like his body isn't entirely his own right now, feeling like Puck's.
"Yes," Kurt breathes out, and Puck drops a kiss to the back of Kurt's neck, right underneath the collar, lips warm and wet over Kurt's hot skin. Kurt swallows again. "Yours."
Santana/Tina, strap-on sucking, R, 360+ words"That's really not necessary--" Tina starts to say when Santana crawls down the bed after Tina's got the strap-on in place. She knows Santana's wet because she could feel her through her underwear while they were making out, and Santana knows where the lube is if they need it. So why Santana grabs the dildo and swirls her tongue around the head of it is beyond Tina, even if the visual is making Tina's stomach flip pleasantly.
"Relax, babe, I'm an expert at this," Santana jokes before she starts to sink her mouth down over the toy, fingers reaching up for Tina's hips. She loves grabbing at Tina's hips or her ass when they're fucking, and Tina can't ever bring herself to be angry about the pretty finger-shaped bruises that show up on her skin the next day. Tina likes that about Santana, that she's a little on the rough and wild side in a way none of Tina's boyfriends had ever been with her.
"I feel ridiculous," Tina says with a sigh after a few seconds, threading her fingers into Santana's hair because she feels weird just lying there. Fuck, what she wouldn't give to be able to feel the things Santana's doing with her mouth right now.
"Well don't, you look hot," Santana says simply, grinning up at Tina before running her tongue slowly down the side of the dildo. Tina bites her lip, feeling something like a phantom throb between her legs.
"I'm really not the hot one here," Tina mumbles, watching the way Santana's full lips move over the purple silicone, the shine of spit over the toy from where Santana's been licking it.
"Believe me, sweetie, I wouldn't lie to you about something so important." Santana smiles again and then sinks her mouth back down over the toy, going at it hard enough that Tina can feel a faint pressure where the base of the dildo is pressing against her, and she lets out a shaky breath, tugging at Santana's hair.
"I guess I'll just take your word for it, Santana," Tina says, thinking Finally when Santana pulls off the dildo with a wet noise and crawls back up the bed to Tina.
Chris/Mike O'Malley (RPF), blowjobs, R, 490+ words"Okay, but you really don't have to--"
"Chris," Mike says with a laugh, rubbing slowly at Chris's knee. "You need to relax and let me do this, okay?"
"No, right, I can totally relax," Chris says quickly, tensing up even further. "Just. Give me a minute." He's usually a lot better about sneaking off in between filming to fool around with Mike in his trailer, but Chris has had a long couple of weeks (Months, his mind supplies) and not nearly enough sleep to match the long days he's been working.
"You're probably the most overworked kid I know," Mike mumbles. "Relax. I've got you."
It's a pretty fatherly thing to say - and oh, if Chris doesn't want to smack himself right after he thinks that - but it works regardless, and Chris closes his eyes and takes a few deep breaths, only opening them when he hears a zipper being tugged down.
"Oh," Chris says, blinking. "That's mine."
Mike raises his eyebrows. "Were you expecting something else?"
"I thought I was going down on you," Chris says sheepishly, licking his lips as Mike tugs his jeans down to mid-thigh, hands big and warm on Chris's bare skin.
"Maybe next time, after you've actually gotten some sleep," Mike says, patting Chris's hip and then tugging Chris's underwear down. This isn't the first time they've done this, but Chris still gets that giddy, surreal feeling where he has to take a moment to remember they're not in character, and that it's okay to put his hand on Mike's shoulder and say, "Fuck, just-- thanks, Mike."
"Hey, watch your mouth," Mike jokes, and Chris would probably do something horrifically embarrassing like giggle if Mike didn't follow it up by squeezing at the base of Chris's cock right before ducking his head down.
It's not the first blowjob Chris has ever had, but it's something Mike hasn't done for him before and it's been a while since Chris has had this anyway. He feels that shivery thrill he gets sometimes during sex, where it's overwhelming but Chris can't get enough, and Mike strokes over his hip soothingly, pulling off Chris's cock to lick at the side of it. Chris flushes just watching Mike, and his fingers tighten over Mike's shoulder.
Mike lifts his head up, licking his lips. "Please don't tell me you're already close. Way to make me feel even older than I already do, Chris," Mike says wryly.
"No, no," Chris says with a laugh, rubbing his hand over Mike's shoulder because he knows how much Mike loves his shoulders rubbed. "No, I'm just enjoying this. It's been a while. I forgot-- it's really good."
"I'm glad you're enjoying this," Mike says with a smile, hand working slowly over Chris's cock before he leans back down.
"I'm glad you're glad," Chris says immediately, and Mike laughs, reaching up to pat at Chris's hip. Chris really does need more sleep. But he can worry about that later.
Chris/Darren (RPF), pre-Emmy's, PG-13, 760+ words"You nervous?" Darren asks, tossing his phone up in the air over and over again in a way that makes Chris wish it would fall to the ground, just once, just to see Darren scramble for it. Chris isn't a malicious person or anything - he just really wants to see that phone fall.
"Wait, what? Nervous?" Chris's eyebrows furrow. "Are we making out or something in this scene? I thought we were just--"
Darren laughs, loud and clear, catching his phone when it goes a little too far to the left and oohh, so close to dropping it, Chris thinks sadly. "Not for filming, for the Emmy's. Are you nervous? Do you already have a speech prepared and everything?"
Chris feels that sudden jolt in his stomach, the vaguely sickening one that informs him that yes, of course he's nervous, and he had been doing a pretty good job of ignoring the nerves until Darren opened his big fat mouth, damn him. "That's ridiculous. You're ridiculous. I'll be fine. Stop looking at me," Chris mumbles out quickly, because Darren won't, but Darren just makes a stupid sort of cooing noise and holds his arms out, leaning in slowly.
"Awww, Chris, hey. It's gonna be fine. C'mere."
"No, no, no hug therapy. I hate hug therapy, Darren, don't--" But it's useless, Darren already has his arms wrapped tightly around Chris, squeezing him and resting his head heavily on Chris's shoulder. He smells like coffee and hair product and Chris tries to squirm away.
"Shh, it's okay. I know you secretly love hug therapy."
"I hate it," Chris says firmly, but he's smiling now and he can't quite keep the smile out of his voice. "I hate it so much, Darren."
"Shhhh, there there," Darren says until he finally lets go of Chris, pulling back and grinning like he's especially funny or clever. "Sorry to make you all anxious. You should've seen your face, it was just like-- whoa, pale and sick."
"Thanks. Thanks so much," Chris says dryly, checking the time on his phone.
"Do you have enough time to go wash my germs off?" Darren asks sweetly.
"Nope. I'm just going to have to film like this. I feel sorry for Lea, I think we link arms in this scene."
Darren scoffs. "Lea loves my germs."
"More like you've infected her and she no longer knows any better," Chris shoots back, reaching down for his water bottle. "Ugh, the speech isn't the part I'm worried about. I can handle that if I have to, if-- I mean, I won't, it won't be me, but if I do, I can handle it. But it's just the--" Chris waves his arm, and Darren nods. "You know."
"The nerves."
"Exactly." He's glad Darren gets it. Darren is good for some things.
"You should get really drunk. That's my advice to you. Don't actually take that advice, I was kidding," Darren says quickly, and Chris rolls his eyes. "You could get laid, like, right before. Maybe that would make you all, you know, distracted and all loose and happy so you're not--"
To Chris's horror, he feels himself start to blush. "Wow, shut up," Chris snaps, and Darren's eyes go wide, his phone slipping off his lap and onto the ground. It's not as satisfying as Chris was hoping it would be.
"That wasn't-- I wasn't hitting on you, shit, sorry. You know that, right? I was just--"
"Seriously, shut up," Chris says, ducking his head and pretending to get something out of his bag.
"No, man, listen, I don't want--"
"You were making a joke, Darren, it's cool," Chris says brusquely, sitting up and deciding to just pretend his face isn't bright red. "Ha ha."
"It wasn't a joke," Darren says earnestly, and oh god, now he's all earnest and Chris is never going to be able to get out of this one. "I don't think you having sex is a joke at all, I just meant--"
Chris reaches over and stops Darren by putting his hand over Darren's mouth. Darren's eyebrows furrow.
"Stop apologizing, dumbass," Chris says gently, taking his hand away before Darren decides to lick him. Then Chris really would have to wash the Darren germs off. "I just-- I don't want to discuss my sex life with you. Thanks."
"No, that's totally fair," Darren agrees automatically, nodding. "How much ass you're getting in your free time is none of my business."
"Wow," Chris says. "Wow."
"Or dick. How much dick you're getting, that's also not my business--"
Chris laughs, kicking out at Darren's shin until he shuts up again.
Chris/Darren (RPF), kissing, PG-13, 1,300 words"Hey you," Darren says with a smile, stepping aside so Chris can step up into his trailer. It's always bright because Darren never closes his blinds and it smells a little like Darren's cologne and the hair product they use to give him Blaine's hair helmet. The smell is familiar to Chris now, almost comforting, and Chris doesn't hesitate before walking over to Darren's couch and plopping down on it.
"Look, Darren, we need to talk," Chris says. There's no point beating around the bush or else Chris is just going to talk himself out of talking to Darren about this. And really, Chris has suffered enough.
"Oh god," Darren says, shoving at Chris' legs where he's sprawled out on the couch so he can sit down next to him. "Are you breaking up with me? Please don't break up with me."
Chris can feel his eyebrows go up. "What?"
"Chris," Darren says, grabbing Chris's hand, and Chris honestly can't tell if he's being made fun of or not. "Please don't break up with me."
"We're not dating," Chris says slowly.
"Please."
"Ooookay," Chris says with a short laugh, patting Darren's leg until Darren lets go of his hand. "I'm not going to break up with you. But we have to talk about your tongue, Darren." Well, that didn't come out quite the way Chris wanted it to.
"Oh, uh, okay. What did it do this time?" Darren asks, grinning a little like he's trying so hard to think of an innuendo right now.
"It's just-- you're a great kisser. You totally are. But you need to stop putting your tongue in my mouth when the scene doesn't call for it."
Darren's response is immediate. "But the scene always calls for it. That's just how Blaine kisses."
"Um."
"Blaine likes to use tongue," Darren continues, his expression completely serious and, if anything, a little earnest. Oh lord.
Chris opens his mouth and then closes it again before finally saying, "Well Kurt doesn't like it. So you should stop."
Darren snorts. "Like hell he doesn't."
"Oh, trust me," Chris says, grinning a little now because this isn't the first time they've gotten into an argument like this, speaking for their characters. Lea always coos at them when they do this. "Kurt doesn't want your stupid tongue anywhere near his mouth. You're like an overenthusiastic puppy. Blaine is, I mean," Chris adds quickly.
"Uh huh," Darren says, his smile a little too cocky. "And so I guess Kurt doesn't like it when Blaine puts his hands in Kurt's hair? Or when Blaine sucks at Kurt's bottom lip, just barely dragging it between his teeth until Kurt--"
"Okay, no, you need to stop," Chris interrupts, his face heating up embarrassingly fast, but he's happy to see Darren's cheeks are at least a little pink too. "Just-- trust me, the tongue is too much."
"I don't trust you," Darren says, eyes bright and warm and big and it takes Chris a second to stop staring and say, "Huh?"
"I think you should show me," Darren says slowly, sounding far too pleased with himself. "Show me what's so bad about having someone else's tongue in my mouth, because I just can't see where Kurt is coming from."
Chris bites his lip and then lets go of it when Darren's eyes flick down to his mouth. "That's stupid. You just want to make out."
"It's for science, Chris," Darren says, sitting up straight. "And a better understanding of our characters. And please, like you don't want to make out."
"Okay, shut up and get up here and we'll see how much you like it," Chris snaps, standing up, and Darren bounces up happily. Chris considers him for a second - barefoot in jeans and a v-neck shirt that's a little too tight, his hair already rebelling against the gel and curling up at his temples - and settles on hooking his fingers in the belt loops of Darren's pants, dragging him forward until Chris's back hits the wall opposite the couch. Okay, so maybe Darren isn't entirely wrong. Chris does want to make out. Just a little bit. And mostly to prove a point.
The blinds are still open across from them and Chris feels an inappropriately hot spark shoot up his spine at the thought of that, at someone seeing. He tries not to dwell on that and slides his fingers out of the belt loops to grab Darren's hips instead, turning them until Darren's back is pressed up against the wall and he's blinking slowly up at Chris, lips slightly parted. Chris has always loved having those extra couple of inches of height on Darren, to be honest - but especially now.
"Okay," Chris says, mostly to himself, and then he's leaning in and tilting his head, watching Darren's eyes flutter shut when their lips touch. Both of them keep their mouths closed at first, falling into the familiar pattern of kissing they're used to from set, but when Darren brings his hands up to settle at the small of Chris's back, holding him there, Chris thinks, Fuck it.
Chris opens his mouth to kiss deeper, waiting for Darren to follow, and as soon as Darren's trying to pull Chris closer, hands sliding up Chris's back, Chris goes for it. And Darren just lets him. Chris presses his tongue into Darren's mouth, just the tip of it, feeling a weird shiver run through him at the way Darren's tongue feels against his, slickhot and soft and-- oh holy fuck.
Chris makes a strangled, embarrassing breathy noise, heat shooting down into his stomach as Darren sucks at his tongue. Why the hell does that feel so good? Chris doesn't recall ever consciously doing this to Darren during filming but now Darren won't stop doing it to him and this is not how this was supposed to go.
Darren's smiling against Chris's mouth when they pull back for a second, but then he's bringing a hand up to bury his fingers into the hair at the back of Chris's head and tugging hard, guiding Chris's face back down to kiss again. This time Chris doesn't hesitate in sliding his tongue back into Darren's mouth, squeezing at Darren's hips when he sucks hard at Chris's tongue each time. He's playing dirty and it's not fair at all, but when Darren uses his hand still on Chris's lower back to try and press their bodies closer together, Chris feels the unmistakable shape of Darren's dick straining in his jeans. Which means that this must be doing something for Darren as well, which. Huh.
"Okay, okay, wait," Chris says after he pulls away, panting and trying not to stare at Darren's tongue too intently when Darren licks his lips. "What is this-- what has even happened here? Wasn't I trying to--"
"I like your tongue," Darren says stupidly, his hand still warm and wide over Chris's back.
"Yes, I gathered that." Chris thinks his face might be heating up again. "But that still doesn't mean that--"
"Chris," Darren says, finally bringing his hand up to cup Chris's face, and Chris meets his eyes. "Shut up about the tongue already, okay? I really want to keep kissing you until I have to go get ready."
"You have at least 20 minutes," Chris points out.
"And I really like kissing you. I don't see what the problem is here."
"You're the problem here," Chris says without any heat, but Darren just beams, tugging Chris back in to kiss him. He uses tongue, which is completely unsurprising, but it's worth the way Darren groans into Chris's mouth when Chris sucks at his tongue.