In the Windy City
just a little Criss/Colfer moment with some Darren/Joey
no worse than pg13
Darren doesn't know what to do about Chris. He knows how the younger boy thinks of him and their feelings just don't match.
For Chris, their relationship is the equivalent of Darren's relationship with the Lang brothers. They work wonderfully together, feeding off one another's creative energy and they have a hell of a lot of fun. But for Darren it is more, more like his relationship with Joey. They fit together seamlessly, better than Harry and Ron and with an underlying current of tension that they can write off most days as the pleasure of doing what they love. But more.
More moments where he can't tear his eyes away. More moments where he thinks what if. More moments were he can't write off the feelings. Moments when he catches himself daydreaming. More moments that take his breath away. More moments that inspire songs. And the first moment he thinks it could be love.
With Joey it was mutual. They could joke about the tension. Sing each other love songs and fall down laughing by the end. Hugs could linger a little long, because they both needed it. In the worst moments, they could escape to a prop closet or one of their rooms. Ten fully clothed minutes were always enough.
With Chris it's unrequited and so much stronger.
Darren's 18 hours in Chicago to see Starship are brutal. He takes it out on Joey. He snaps at him for smiling during a practice run of a serious scene. Joey says he can't help but smile with Darren there. They end up in a closet twice, never sure who dragged who.
Darren runs out to buy some red vines before Joey meets him at his hotel. A small apology that doesn't need to be verbalized.
He tells Joey about Chris. How he thinks he loves him.
Joey asks the one question Darren doesn't quite know how to answer. The gay question.
Darren just isn't interested in dick. He's interested in Chris.
He's interested in his wit. In his sidelong glances. He's interested in Chris' geeky tendencies. In his horrible cooking. His mismatched sock. The weight of his head when it's pillowed on Darren's stomach. He's interested in the low register of his voice when he calls at 4 in the morning because he had a nightmare and can't get back to sleep. He's interested in Chris' collar bones and the curves of his ankles. In his mouth and that lovely voice.
Two thousand miles away from the boy that could be his soulmate, Darren curls up with Joey and drifts off to sleep. The red vines, half eaten, in the bed next to them.
sequel: In Sin City
no worse than pg13
Darren doesn't know what to do about Chris. He knows how the younger boy thinks of him and their feelings just don't match.
For Chris, their relationship is the equivalent of Darren's relationship with the Lang brothers. They work wonderfully together, feeding off one another's creative energy and they have a hell of a lot of fun. But for Darren it is more, more like his relationship with Joey. They fit together seamlessly, better than Harry and Ron and with an underlying current of tension that they can write off most days as the pleasure of doing what they love. But more.
More moments where he can't tear his eyes away. More moments where he thinks what if. More moments were he can't write off the feelings. Moments when he catches himself daydreaming. More moments that take his breath away. More moments that inspire songs. And the first moment he thinks it could be love.
With Joey it was mutual. They could joke about the tension. Sing each other love songs and fall down laughing by the end. Hugs could linger a little long, because they both needed it. In the worst moments, they could escape to a prop closet or one of their rooms. Ten fully clothed minutes were always enough.
With Chris it's unrequited and so much stronger.
Darren's 18 hours in Chicago to see Starship are brutal. He takes it out on Joey. He snaps at him for smiling during a practice run of a serious scene. Joey says he can't help but smile with Darren there. They end up in a closet twice, never sure who dragged who.
Darren runs out to buy some red vines before Joey meets him at his hotel. A small apology that doesn't need to be verbalized.
He tells Joey about Chris. How he thinks he loves him.
Joey asks the one question Darren doesn't quite know how to answer. The gay question.
Darren just isn't interested in dick. He's interested in Chris.
He's interested in his wit. In his sidelong glances. He's interested in Chris' geeky tendencies. In his horrible cooking. His mismatched sock. The weight of his head when it's pillowed on Darren's stomach. He's interested in the low register of his voice when he calls at 4 in the morning because he had a nightmare and can't get back to sleep. He's interested in Chris' collar bones and the curves of his ankles. In his mouth and that lovely voice.
Two thousand miles away from the boy that could be his soulmate, Darren curls up with Joey and drifts off to sleep. The red vines, half eaten, in the bed next to them.
sequel: In Sin City