chriiiiistopher:

Humming softly, Chris gave up on the back-cracking game and bounced along beside Darren. He let out a yelp and dissolved into giggles when Darren tickled his side, swatting his hand away before he reached out and slid his hand into Darren’s. He walked closely to his friend, his motor skills a little off. It caused him to keep walking into Darren, their bodies bumping every few moments even though neither of them seemed to mind. “Wow,” Chris breathed, looking a his friend. “That’s the best ever. You’re the best king of anything ever.” He nodded and gave Darren’s hand a squeeze as they crossed the street and headed down the block to the subway entrance. “If I could be a king of something, I think I’d be a dictator. But like, a cool dictator, with a llama army. And I wouldn’t kill anyone.”

He swung their arms and reached out to grasp the railing of the stairs that would lead them down. He began his descent carefully, walking beside Darren. When they reached the bottom, he could see the card machine, and he let out a little moan. “I don’t know where my metro card is,” he announced, patting himself down. His hands landed on his ass, where he was able to fish out his wallet. He opened it and squinted at the cards inside. “…Is it this one?” He pulled out a card at random. Student ID. “Nope.” He threw the student ID on the ground - he didn’t need it, anyway.

As freaked out as Darren had been a few minutes ago, he was now thoroughly enjoying extremely high Chris Colfer.  He actually seemed his age when he was high- not some wise beyond his years weary kind of sage.  Just a kid who was having fun and not worrying about anything else.  ”You say that like you’re not planning on becoming a dictator someday,” he said, bumping Chris’s shoulder and laughing.  ”I know for a fact you have world domination plans.  I know it. Though I really hope you still plan on having me as a sidekick.  Or minion.  Whatever language you insist on using.”

He was slightly worried about how Chris was going to make it down the stairs, but he kept a firm grip on him and they seemed to make it down okay.  ”Don’t worry, dude I can cover your fare,” Darren started when Chris talked about not being able to find his card, not wanting Chris to spiral back into bad feelings.  Darren barked out a soft laugh when Chris threw away his student ID.  He picked it up and shook his head.  ”You’re picture here is adorable.  I’m so keeping this.”  Darren slid it into his pocket and gently took Chris’s wallet from him and rooted around in it until he found the metro pass and handed it back.  ”I have solved your problem.  I win.”  He grinned and slid his own card, waiting for Chris to handle his own before making his way to the platform. 

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chriiiiistopher:

Listening to Darren choke out words and sounds was fairly cathartic to Chris, in a way. It was amazing to know that he was the sole cause for this. He was the root of Darren’s undoing, and Chris couldn’t be more proud of himself for it. And Darren looked fucking perfect as he unraveled, his hair plastered to his forehead because of how fucking hot it was in the tent. Honestly, Chris believed that part of the reason it was so stifling was because of what they were currently doing, and for some reason, that just made everything feel that much hotter, that much more electrified. And then Darren was yelling, and Chris let out a helpless kind of sound, never once taking his eyes off of Darren’s as he moved.

He kept his rhythm the same as it had been just a moment ago. Even when Darren’s leg tightened around him and he jerked against him, Chris kept it steady, the dragging of their cocks an agonizingly slow motion. He kept his hand braced against Darren’s chest, his thumb swiping over the sensitive nub of his nipple. All the while, he stared down at his friend - okay, fuck that, they were so much more than friends - and just watched because honestly? The way Darren was behaving was doing so much for him. It was getting him off just as much as the rolling of their hips was, and that was saying something because that felt pretty spectacular.

Truthfully, he didn’t know why Darren. Chris had never seen himself as the kind of guy to just have casual sex with someone he wasn’t in a relationship with or in love with, but there was something about Darren and the way in which their relationship operated that made things just a little different. It really helped that he trusted Darren implicitly, one hundred precent, which wasn’t very easy for Chris to do, ever. Not considering his history. Darren didn’t even know about that history, but even that didn’t matter. None of it did. Because when he was with Darren, it wasn’t about poor, abused Chris Colfer from Clovis, California, starving artist living in New York and Darren Criss, born-and-bred artist from SanFran with a successful college career, also a starving artist. It was just about Chris and Darren, or rather, ChrisandDarren, and holy fuck that actually sounded a lot better than Chris had expected it to.

The dragging rhythm picked up, and Chris knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. He dug his fingers into Darren’s chest and moved faster, hips slotting together as sweat dripped down his forehead and neck. “‘m close,” he muttered, breath leaving him in wild gasps.

Since this…whatever it was had started with Chris, Darren had put aside a lot of his spare time trying to figure out what exactly it was. He wasn’t exactly a fan of labels or anything, but he did like to put things into some kind of order in his mind.  And as much as he was generally unconcerned about those things, it was kind of a lot to deal with the fact that he wasn’t as straight as he thought he was when he’d started seriously thinking about Chris’s cock and was more turned on by it than anything else.  But it was more than just that.  Their entire relationship defied any kind of logical explanation or definition.  For all that Darren asserted that Chris was his best friend, that didn’t seem to do enough.  Friends with benefits and fuck buddies didn’t do enough either.  Because those terms seemed to callous and unfeeling for this.  So Darren felt constantly cast in this grey area.

Not that he was capable of complaining about it.  Not when he was having what felt like a profound sexual experience.  The air in the tent was hot and thick, that tinge of salt sea air completely blocked out by the heady smells of sex and sweat.  All that stuff that shouldn’t have been arousing but was.  And that wasn’t even considering how it felt.  The delicious slow slide of Chris’s cock against his own and how the rest of them seemed to fit just so.  As much as Darren was attracted to the softness of the female form, there was something almost dangerously sexy about the sharp planes of Chris’s body- the lean muscles of his chest and stomach, the sharp jut of his hips, the deceptively broad expanse of his shoulders.  Male and solid and his in this moment.

Darren felt a little like he was on an entirely different planet, a different plane of existence.  Because whatever they were doing seemed bigger than what the earth could contain, like their hot little tent was floating away from the ground.  He was so far gone at the moment that he felt a little like he was floating.  As if the ground had become negligible and gravity had taken a bit of a vacation.  And all that was in the world was Chris with sweat rolling down his neck and that intense look in his eyes, the hard line of his body right there against his.   Darren knew he had to look like a bibbling idiot at the moment, moaning and sighing and writhing around, always looking up at Chris with that almost wondering expression on his face. 

He hadn’t even realized how close he was until Chris said something, and Darren nodded emphatically, crying out as Chris’s nails dug into his chest, arching into the touch.  Darren licked at a line of sweat on Chris’s neck, sucking briefly at the underside of Chris’s jaw before falling back to the ground.  Then Chris was speeding up, and Darren thrust as best he could up against him, feeling more than a little wild.  Darren’s orgasm hit him seemingly out of nowhere, like being run over by a freight train.  With a cry of Chris’s name he came long and hard, feeling the warm slickness of his release further lubricating the slide of their bodies together, his cock twitching desperately between them. He could feel his fingers digging into Chris’s hips, probably hard enough to bruise, but he couldn’t stop, his eyes rolling back in his head as he fought for air, completely and utterly blissed out. 

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chriiiiistopher:

Chris’s mind was still hazy, but he was mostly coherent and knew pretty much everything that was happening to him, apart from the random bits of paranoia. He knew exactly what he was saying to Darren, and while he may have stopped to ask himself whether or not he really should have been saying those three words if he had been sober, at the moment, he wasn’t, and his filter was completely turned off. But he didn’t care. He knew the second the words left his mouth that they were completely and utterly true. Darren was his best friend, his confidant, and maybe something a little more, and Chris loved him. He loved him in the simplest way one person can love another. Though, when Darren looked shocked and took his time saying something, Chris began to shiver a little and almost started to backtrack and apologize. Then, Darren said it, too.

Smiling widely, Chris pressed a kiss to the corner of Darren’s mouth and hugged him tight before letting their hands slide together. He clung tightly to Darren’s hand and followed him out of the building, taking a deep breath of air once he was outside. Everything smelled… more. Just, more. He could smell the wetness of the city, the exhaustion from the passing cabs and cars… But it was cool and moist and felt good against the sandpaper insides of his lungs. “You’ll cuddle me when we’re there, right?” he asked suddenly, like the thought had just popped into his head. He walked carefully beside Darren, glancing occasionally at the sidewalk so that he didn’t stop on any cracks; the thought of breaking his mother’s back made him a little sick. 

There was something completely and utterly disarming about Chris when he allowed himself to really smile.  It made Darren want to jump for joy - even more so when he was the one that could but it there.  Chris should always look happy.  Darren was more than a little sure it could change the whole world.  Of course he really only saw Chris smile that big when they were alone together and Darren wondered if the rest of the world was missing out.  If they were, that was really a shame.  Darren didn’t know everything, but he was pretty sure that the world hadn’t yet been too kind to Christopher Colfer. And that was one thing he was determined to see change.  Even if he had to beat the rest of the world into submission to do it.

Darren chuckled lightly when Chris kissed the corner of his mouth and squeezed Chris’s shoulder gently.  Even though he hadn’t been in the party long, Darren was still glad to get out into the cool open air of the city at night.  The subway station seemed farther away than he remembered, but Darren really didn’t mind.  Walking out at night was one of the most relaxing things to do in the city- at least if you were in a neighborhood that wasn’t rife with crime. “Duh,” Darren replied when Chris asked him if there would be cuddling, tickling up Chris’s side lightly.  ”There will be tons of cuddling.  I am the king of cuddles and its totally the price of admission into my apartment.”  

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chriiiiistopher:

Darren was, quite possibly, one of the hottest things Chris had ever seen in his life. …Okay, okay. He was the hottest thing. The way he moaned and swore and practically begged under Chris’s mouth made Chris’s skin crawl delightfully, and he didn’t know this kind of power existed until he had it, and now that he didn, he never wanted to let it go. He dug his finger nails into Darren’s chest and drug them down slowly, thumbs flicking over nipples as they kissed and rocked together. The friction was so perfect and delicious that he couldn’t help but moan wantonly into Darren’s mouth, one hand lifting to cup the underside of Darren’s knee to help him hook it over his up. His own legs came to straddle Darren’s other one, practically laying down on top of him, giving him the perfect angle to just rock forward and back, their cocks sliding against one another every single time.

The kiss set his entire body, a warmth beginning to spread over him from head to toe. The hair on his scalp prickled and he let out a little gasp as Darren started sucking on his tongue. Chris rocked into him harder. One hand gripped onto his thigh tighter, pressing their bodies as close as he could, while the other tangled into Darren’s curls and held on tightly as they kissed. At long last, Chris parted their lips with a sloppy, wet sound, his eyes opening to stare down at Darren. “I want to l-look at you,” he stammered, his entire body beginning to move and glide in time with his thrusts. When he moved his hips, it wasn’t just his hips; his entire spine seemed to twisted in a subtle S shape against Darren’s body, his toes dragging along Darren’s leg as he pressed close.

Their cocks were hard and heavy between their bodies, hot and pressed tight against their stomaches. He pressed his hips tight to Darren’s and dragged his along slowly, letting out a low moan and allowing him just a moment to shut his eyes. They were open again within a few moments, their eyes locking in the darkness. Chris sat up a little and braced his legs on the ground, one hand coming to rest against Darren’s chest as he slotted his hips back  and forth. Not once did he look away, his tongue sliding against his lip as he focused on the sensation, that dragging feeling of skin on skin that was making the smallest, nuanced sounds pour out of his mouth.

Darren wasn’t used to feeling this out of control.  He’d had plenty of sex before of course- had got started with that in high school and had continued his merry way all through college.  Because sex was awesome and should happen as often as possible.  But being with Chris was so different.  It felt good in the same kinds of ways, but it felt like…more.  Maybe that was just the length of time that had elapsed since his last girlfriend had left him, but a part of him wasn’t so sure.  Because Chris did something to his brain that made all of those little things he tried to keep under control fly wildly off course.  With Chris over him, Darren felt like every control his brain had over any part of himself had been severed and his whole body was acting independently of everything else.

Chris’s fingernails scraping down his chest felt like heaven and Darren made a sound between a whimper and a moan, dragging his nails over Chris’s back in return. He let out an almost sad kind of groan when Chris finally pulled his lips away, though Darren did take the moment to suck in some grateful breaths.  He was making sounds he didn’t know he could make and his limbs seemed to be moving of their own accord and Chris looked like some kind of sex god from some long forgotten mythos, pale skin just about glowing in the starlight filtering though the tent, every drop of sweat glistening like a diamond when it caught the light.  It made it hard for Darren to breath and a part of him was sure he was witnessing one of the most beautiful things he’d ever get a chance to in his whole life.  From a very aesthetic point of view he wanted to find a way to capture this moment forever, but a few more  rocking movements and Darren’s mind seemed to go too, lost in the overwhelmingly good friction of Chris’s cock against his as they rocked together.

“Yeah good,” he managed to breath back in response to Chris’s words.  He would have been put off by Chris staring so openly at him if he wasn’t doing the same thing back.  It would have been impossible to stop anyway with how perfect Chris looked, long and lean and fucking amazing.  ”I like looking at you too.  You…fuck.  Perfect,” he choked out, the flow of words stopped up by panting breaths and groans.  ”Fucking Christ,” he nearly shouted out a moment later when Chris changed up the rhythm and dragged slowly against him, He tightening his leg where it was hooked over Chris’s hip, fingernails digging a little harder than he intended them to into Chris’s hips.  Darren jerked up desperately against Chris, partially wanting to roll over and be the one guiding the motions but too entranced by how Chris’s spine seemed to bend to want to do anything to change that.  So he just thrust up wantonly, lifting his head to push his nose against Chris’s for an instant for no other reason than he wanted the closeness.  

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gustinupastorm:

I’ve been beaten down by homework and rehearsal. Someone give me mouth to mouth.

Dude, I like you, but not enough for CPR.  Sorry.  I will offer you some special brownies and liquor though.

chriiiiistopher:

He liked this. Whatever was happening between them… he really liked it. He liked Darren’s hand in his hair, pulling and tugging and controlling him the most subtle of ways. Chris liked the way Darren groaned and moaned and said his name like that, and he especially liked the way he begged. It was a different angle, a different viewpoint, and Chris found his lips curling a little bit as Darren clutched at his hair tighter. His finger kept up its path along the vein before it slid along the slit at the head of his cock, the sticky precome collecting on the digit. He pulled his hand away and dipped his finger into his mouth, licking off the precome he’d collected before leaning closer, hovering over Darren’s cock. Chris wasn’t necessarily unfamiliar with a penis, but he’d never given head before. But, just staring at Darren’s cock was giving him all sorts of ideas, and he felt his own member throb at the thought.

Carefully, Chris planted his hands on Darren’s hips and pressed him back into the slipper fabric of the sleeping bag, holding him down while he licked his lips. Then, he slid his tongue just under the head, tentatively tasting a little bit before he actually leaned over and sunk his mouth down over Darren’s cock. His eyes fluttered shut, lips stretching to accommodate the intrusion, while his tongue swirled lazily around the head. He ground his hips down against the ground, cock sliding easily against the sleeping bag while, and tightened his fingers against Darren’s hips before he began to bob his head. That cock was so heavy and hot in his mouth, filling him in a way he’d never expected to be before, and for a brief instant, he wondered what it might be like to have that heat inside him. The thought made him moan loudly, his entire body giving a shiver.

He didn’t want to stay on Darren like this for too long, because there were other things he wanted to do. Reluctantly, he let Darren’s cock slip from his mouth before he sat up, wiping his lips on the back of his hand. As he did, he slid back up the length of Darren’s body to straddle his hips, their cocks already sliding together perfect. He let his head tip back, pressing one hand to Darren’s navel to steady himself while he let out a breathless little whine. Their bodies fit so well together, and Chris couldn’t stop himself from letting his hand travel up Darren’s torso to brush over his nipples once more. “You’re gorgeous,” he breathed into the dark, the words leaving him before he could stop himself. He blinked and gave a tentative rock of his hips, sucking in a breath when it was better than he imagined it to be. 

This was all strangely intimate, but not in a bad way. Chris still felt comfortable; he didn’t even feel a little afraid. He should have been scared, should have wondered ‘what does all this really mean?’, but it didn’t. This was his best friend. His best friend who he loved very much and who he cared about and who he found really attractive and who he felt comfortable enough to do this with. That, alone, was enough of a reason for Chris to keep going. He leaned over again so his face was lined with Darren’s their noses brushing as Chris gave another thrust, practically riding Darren from the position he was in, and he fucking loved it. Without warning, he pressed his lips to Darren’s in a sloppy kiss, closing his eyes and just allowing himself to feel, his entire body feeling like it was catching fire.

This had really not been in his plans when he’d suggested this trip.  Darren had assumed there would be a good amount of cuddling and making out, but he hadn’t really expected.  Well.  He hadn’t really expected for Chris’s hand to be on his cock or to feel so desperate for it that he was falling apart.  ”Fuck,” Darren muttered harshly under his breath when he felt that finger slide across the head of his cock, his whole body jolting at the sensation.  He propped himself up on his elbows when that hand disappeared altogether, looking down just in time to watch Chris lick his finger which made him groan loudly and drop his head back. 

“Chris…” he breathed that desperate feeling growing again when it seemed like Chris wasn’t going to do anything, but the second the word left his mouth, he was being pressed back into the ground.  He kept his eyes on Chris’s face, searching for some kind of answer.  Darren knew what was going to happen a second before it happened.  But nothing could have really prepared him for that tongue on his cock.  It took every ounce of willpower he had not to thrust up into that soft wet tongue on him. He felt that litany of ‘fuck’ starting again when Chris’s mouth closed around the head of his cock, and Darren was glad for Chris’s fingers tight on his hips so he didn’t jerk wildly.  As it was, he could feel his toes curling and his fingers pulling desperately through Chris’s hair.  

Darren let out a soft, almost sad sound when Chris’s mouth was gone after only a short time, but it was hard to be disappointed for long because that meant Chris could be over him again.  And that first delicious slide of naked body against naked body made Darren shiver, his fingers finally untangling from Chris’s hair to slide down his back, and to his hips, pulling him mover firmly against him.  ”Not like you,” he replied, a little surprised at how sure and calm his voice sounded when in actuality he felt like he was slowly falling apart. But all calmness left him quickly after when Chris rocked against him.  

They’d done this before of course, back on his couch.  And even with clothes on, it had been quite the experience and something Darren still thought about all the time.  But this.  This was so much better.   It was closer and hotter and the slide of skin on skin was too amazing for words. His fingers tightened on Chris’s hips, doing his best to rock up into Chris’s thrusts, groaning and sigh every time their cocks slid together. And even now he and Chris seemed to be on the same wavelength, because just as he was thinking that he wanted to kiss him, Chris’s mouth was right there.  He let out a happy kind of moan and sucked Chris’s tongue into his mouth.  He could still taste a little hint of something that had to be himself there and it was more than a little intoxicating and Darren thrust up harder against Chris, throwing a leg over his hip in an attempt to drag him even closer. 

(Source: flyforapotterguy)

chriiiiistopher:

Cool. Okay. I’ll just be here, then.

Rock on.  See you soon. :)

chriiiiistopher:

When I told you that I loved you. You’re my best friend, too.

Oh that.  Good.  Because I totally meant that too.  You’re my best friend and I love you.  So. 

chriiiiistopher:

I guess I can take advantage of you, then, since you asked so nicely. I meant it when I said it, you know.

See?  All good.  And I think you’ve lost me.  What exactly are you talking about?