• WHO → Chris Colfer, Darren Criss.
• WHERE → Casa de RiCriss.
• WHEN → The evening of Sunday, July 1st, 2012.
• NOTES → praise lord jesus in heaven above

CHRIS COLFER:

He wasn’t sure what he was doing, honestly. Well, making out with Darren was familiar, but the whole idea of sex. Chris was technically a virgin (meaning, no penetration), but he’d fooled around with a lot of guys and felt himself to be at least a little experienced. The only thing about this, though, was that this was Darren, and though Darren was his best friend, he was a wildcard. Completely uncharted territory, and Chris was nervous about being exposed to utterly and completely. But he wanted this. He could feel it deep in his gut, heart clenching when Darren brushed their noses together. That felt like an intimate kind of thing, and Chris thought that would be something to potentially give him feelings. They’d have to discuss that. But later. Always later.

Chris let Darren lead him into another kiss, one hand still tangled in Darren’s curls. He groaned softly at the intrusion of Darren’s tongue, fingers curling into Darren’s shirt as their lips slipped together in a messy kiss. This felt kind of desperate, like they were both seeking some kind of release, and Chris kind of appreciated how hot it made everything. He was undeniably horny, and not like jerk-it-out-in-the-shower kind of horny; this was something else, like an itch under his skin, something he couldn’t just scratch and forget. He had to remove it, forcibly remove it, but he couldn’t do it it alone. He needed this, whatever this was. He needed Darren. Again, he groaned softly and peeled away from the kiss, but only so he could let go of Darren’s hair and push Darren’s shirt up.

Sure enough, the fabled tummy was there, and Chris chuckled softly, running his hands over the skin of Darren’s abdomen. “You’re really hot,” he said plainly, tilting his head and meeting Darren’s eyes for a moment. “Did you know that? And I like this.” He tickled his fingers against Darren’s stomach for a moment before sliding his hands back up, pushing the shirt up and over Darren’s head. He ducked down and laid a few soft, open-mouthed kisses on Darren’s neck, kissing a path down to his exposed collarbones. Chris’s hands cupped Darren’s ribs, fingers tracing along the ridges before he bit down, sucking a mark into the skin.

DARREN CRISS:

Darren so made the right choice by doing this. He still wasn’t sure where this put him - though technically he didn’t see the need to label himself when he was referring to this as ‘experimenting’. Though honestly, Darren could say he’d never felt like this before. He was usually so in control - he had the power, and he liked it that way. But there was something about Chris that made him fall apart. The way his tongue moved against his skin, the way his fingers gently teased at his hair - it was all so much, and Darren had to resist the urge to just be done with it and beg Chris for everything. It was scary. But it was so good.

Whining when Chris pulled away, Darren’s hands grabbed at the air, trying to bring him back. But then, Chris was pulling his shirt up. And oh. Oh. They were gonna do that. Okay. Darren sat up eagerly and let Chris pull the fabric off, his body squirming slightly as he tickled his stomach. “Stop that. It’s sensitive,” he teased, swatting at Chris’s hands. His complaining didn’t last long, though, because soon Chris was sucking a mark into his chest, and Jesus Christ did it feel good. “Shit,” he cursed, his hands automatically moving to thread through Chris’s hair, his back arching up into his mouth as a sign for more, more, more.

“You — you’re really good at that,” he mumbled around a laugh, though his words died out and turned into a soft groan, his legs moving to wrap around Chris’s thighs as he kept him in place. “You can. Um. Harder. If you want. That would be. Cool,” he added quietly, his fingers stroking through Chris’s hair lightly as he bit back another embarrassing noise.

(via sassmastercolfer)