Chris/Darren: Want (NC-17)
Pairings/Characters: CrissColfer
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,327
Spoilers: Oh god no. No no no. This is just for fun. ;)
Warnings: RPF. Blowjobs.
Original Prompt: Cockslut!Darren by the amazing Kate :D
A/N: Originally posted to my Tumblr. I never thought that I would write CrissColfer smut, but here it is! XD
“Darren,” Chris moaned, hating how much the word came out as a whine. In his defense, though, Darren was busy sucking on the most sensitive place on Chris’ neck. How he’d managed to find that spot so quickly, Chris had absolutely no idea.
It didn’t matter how amazing it felt, though, or how fucking hard Chris was already, because it had to stop. That utterance of Darren’s name that had come out as a needy whine was supposed to be an order to stop. There was supposed to be a commanding sternness behind that word, but instead, Chris had sounded like he was begging Darren. In a way, he supposed he was.
He was begging Darren. Begging him to stop this insanity. Begging him to leave. Begging him to walk out of Chris’ hotel room and return to his own where he could sleep off the drunk that was making him do this in the first place.
Begging him to never stop, because it felt so good and Chris was so drunk.
But that was the crux of the problem right there. Chris was drunk. Darren was drunk. They were coworkers. They were friends. They were certainly not suited for drunken hookups.
“Darren, stop,” Chris managed to get out just as Darren pressed the hard length of his cock against Chris’ thigh, “Jesus.”
“I don’t want to stop,” Darren said, his voice lower than Chris had ever heard it before. His cock twitched within the confines of his tight jeans, rubbing against the zipper and making him wince. Why had he decided to go commando to the club?
Oh, right. Because he’d been hoping to get laid.
“We… we have to,” Chris breathed, the words sucked into Darren’s mouth along with Chris’ tongue the second they were out.
“Why?” Darren asked against Chris’ lips before diving back in. God, why was he so good at, well, everything? Was there anything Darren Criss wasn’t good at? Because this, all of the grinding and kissing was amazing. So amazing that Chris almost forgot he was supposed to be answering Darren’s question.
“Because we’re both really drunk and this can’t happen,” Chris said. Darren whined, his own effort at such blowing Chris’ earlier attempt out of the water, and took a step back.
“If you want to stop, I’ll stop. But I was really hoping to suck your dick tonight,” he said, placing his hands on Chris’ hips and leaning in until their foreheads were pressed together.
Well then.
“But you’re-” Chris started.
“If you say ‘straight,’ I’m going to accuse you of reading all of that freaky fanfiction Ashley keeps sending you. We both know that I don’t give two shits about putting a label on myself, and in case you haven’t noticed, you’re so hot that you kind of tend to make people’s sexual orientations completely irrelevant. I want to suck your cock, Chris, if you’ll let me.”
“Uh…” Chris choked out.
“That’s not a yes. I need a yes or I’m going to leave and jerk off over and over until my dick’s raw thinking of the way you taste and wondering how fucking gorgeous your cock is,” Darren said in his usual impassioned Darren way before sobering, “But seriously, if you’re uncomfortable, I’ll go.”
Chris swallowed hard and looked at Darren. Really looked at him.
Darren’s pupils were blown wide, the beautiful hazel he was used to seeing practically evaporated from view. Those luscious, full lips that had pressed into Chris’ take after take and then again by surprise on stage earlier that very night were pink and swollen. And then there was Darren’s cock. It was so hard against Chris’ leg that he couldn’t help but press in just a little, watching on in awe as Darren’s eyelids fluttered shut.
“I want you to, I just…” Chris said, “I need to know what the hell we’re doing here.”
“Something we should have done a long time ago,” Darren told him, leaning in to kiss him softly, “You think I kissed you on stage tonight because I wanted to make you crack? I kissed you because it’s all I’ve been able to think about since we started this tour. It was my last chance, so I just went for it.”
“Oh god,” Chris moaned, bucking his hips forward and finding the movement immediately countered with an inward press from Darren’s.
“So are we stopping and talking about this tomorrow, or am I getting on my knees right now?” Darren asked.
“Kiss me first,” Chris breathed, his lips almost immediately covered by Darren’s. Chris’ head spun as Darren practically attacked his mouth, Darren’s tongue sliding repeatedly against his own, thrusting and learning and tasting. Finally, Chris turned his head to break the kiss and Darren’s lips kissed across his cheek, over his jaw, and back down to that magic place below his ear that was sure to have an epic bruise over it in the morning. “Do it.”
“Do what?” Darren asked, the smile evident in his voice.
“Just do it, Darren,” Chris said, close to begging as he pressed his achingly hard cock against Darren’s stomach again to further prove his point.
“Say it,” Darren whispered in Chris’ ear.
Chris closed his eyes and let his head thunk loudly back against the wall as they just rubbed together for a few moments. Was he really going to say it? Was he going to give in when he knew that it should really wait until the morning when they could have a conversation like the two relatively civilized adults they were and not just grinding together against a hotel room wall like drunken college students?
“Suck my dick,” Chris whispered back, a flush burning bright and hot across his cheeks and down his throat. Apparently, he was going to give in.
“Yes,” Darren moaned, immediately dropping to his knees. Chris braced himself against the wall and looked down to find Darren’s eyes staring back into his. “I’ve been thinking about this for so long, Chris. Watching you in that fucking leotard every show, wondering what it would be like to peel it off of you. Looking at you in those skintight jeans you wear, imagining how big your dick must be.”
“Why don’t you find out?” Chris asked, and honestly, where had that even come from?
Darren grinned and popped open the button of Chris’ jeans effortlessly. He pushed up the bottom hem of Chris’ simple t-shirt and pressed a kiss to the smooth, newly exposed skin. Only then did he start to lower the zipper, actually growling when he realized that Chris wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
Chris waited for him to make a comment, something ridiculously cheesy or full of hipster flare, but instead Darren just shoved Chris’ jeans down to his knees and licked a wide, wet stripe up the underside of Chris’ cock.
“Such a pretty cock,” Darren moaned, circling his tongue around the head before sinking his mouth down.
Chris squeaked. He honest to god squeaked, because Darren was taking every inch he could until the sensitive head of Chris’ cock was bumping into the back of his throat and Darren was humming around it like he was playing a damned kazoo.
“Done this before, have you?” Chris asked as he laced both hands in Darren’s hair, not to push or pull, just to feel. The beauty of Darren’s dark locks was something that Chris had tried very hard to ignore since the first time they’d officially met, but now he could touch all he wanted. Darren hadn’t told him that in so many words, but he had moaned and started sucking harder the second Chris’ fingertips ventured to dig lightly into Darren’s scalp. Honestly, what further encouragement did Chris need?
Just when Chris thought that he was going to come, Darren pulled off completely. He stared up at Chris and wrapped a firm hand around the now wet cock in front of him, pumping gently. They just stared at each other for what felt like an eternity as the cool air conditioning chilled Chris’ exposed cock. Then, just when Chris was about to either get embarrassed from the intense stare or start begging Darren to do something more so he could just get off already, Darren stuck out that perfect pink tongue of his and started tracing erratic patterns on the head of Chris’ cock, swiping off the precome and moaning as he swallowed it down.
“You taste amazing,” Darren said, his voice a little raspy from the time Chris’ dick had spent in his throat, and he nuzzled his nose into the neatly trimmed hair at the base before inhaling deeply. “Smell amazing.”
Part of Chris wanted to laugh, because if the situation had been even slightly different, such a comment would have sounded ridiculous. But as it was, it didn’t feel ridiculous at all. Watching Darren breathe him in down there where he was the most sensitive and vulnerable and, well, Chris was beyond arousing.
“More,” Chris moaned, bucking his hips forward into the tight circle of Darren’s fist while still not relinquishing his light grip in Darren’s hair.
Darren nodded and pressed a kiss to Chris’ pubic hair before peppering the entirety of his cock with wet kisses. As he did this, he gently took Chris’ balls in one hand, stroking over them with a lightly calloused thumb. Chris hummed appreciatively and let his eyes clench shut, closing himself off to the sensation of sight so he could focus more on the feel of Darren and the sounds he was making.
After every inch had been kissed to Darren’s liking, he started in with his tongue, tracing every vein, every ridge, every curve that Chris’ cock had to offer until Chris was literally panting and sagging against the wall, held up only by the hand Darren had kindly started gripping Chris’ hip with.
“Please, Darren. Oh god,” Chris moaned, tightening his grip in Darren’s hair and trying to bring the hot wetness of Darren’s mouth back around him. The kisses and the licks were great and all, but he needed to come, and he wanted to do that in Darren’s mouth. Something told him Darren would prefer that as well.
Darren placed one final kiss right to the tip of Chris’ cock before sinking his mouth down as far as it would go, bringing his hand up from Chris’ balls to curl at the base and take care of what his mouth couldn’t reach. Bobbing his head up and down, sliding his tongue on the underside of Chris’ dick, Darren did everything in his power to make Chris come.
Thankfully, Chris was so drunk that the orgasm that would normally have reduced him to a puddle of swear words and shudders took far longer than normal to hit. It wasn’t that he was some terribly inexperienced teenager who had to think of crushing a mailman with a car in order to keep from coming, it was just that Darren was that good.
The head he was getting was amazing, there was no doubt about that, but the sheer enthusiasm Darren was displaying for an act that Chris never would’ve guessed that Darren had partaken in before was enough to make Chris want to come harder than he ever had in his life.
“I’m going to come,” Chris said, unable to help it as his hips started rocking forward. Darren increased the tightness of his hand, gripping firmly at the base of Chris’ cock as if to say ‘Not yet’ and Chris tried really hard to hold off. But then Darren was sucking hard on the head of Chris’ cock and tonguing fiercely at the spot where the head met the shaft and Chris couldn’t wait another second.
Chris came harder than he ever had before, his hands pulling Darren’s head down on his cock and Darren not seeming to mind one bit as he swallowed and moaned and took in every inch and drop of come that Chris had to offer. It wasn’t until Chris’ cock was so sensitive that he actually jerked away that Darren stopped his relentless pursuit.
“Holy shit,” Chris muttered, his legs giving out and causing him to sink to the floor.
He hadn’t even completely fallen to the ground yet and Darren’s lips were on his, that talented, beautiful tongue sliding against Chris’ and forcing him to taste his own come. Normally, that kind of irritated Chris, the presumption that he would even want to taste himself, but the way Darren did it sold him. It wasn’t some kind of weird claiming or proof that yes, he had in fact swallowed. It was more that Darren wanted to share.
“I was right, wasn’t I? You taste amazing,” Darren grinned against Chris’ mouth before kissing him again, this one significantly more chaste and consisting only of pulling lips and brushes of Darren’s fingertips against Chris’ forehead, pushing his hair back.
“You…” Chris started, words failing him when he looked down and realized that at some point in the encounter, Darren had managed to pull his own dick out. He was still hard and Chris had never wanted to put his mouth on something so badly in his entire life. “You’re really good at that.”
“I want to do it again. Please let me,” Darren begged, pressing a kiss to Chris’ cheek.
“I need a minute. And we need to take care of you first.”
“I already came once. In my pants. I haven’t done that since I was in junior high. That’s how hot and perfect your cock is,” Darren said, kissing Chris again and swallowing down the moan that slipped from Chris’ mouth.
“Well, okay then,” Chris said, “But take it easy.”
“Absolutely,” Darren grinned, lying down on the ground until his face was in Chris’ lap, his mouth already sucking one of Chris’ balls into his mouth.
Yeah, they could talk in the morning.