literally a writer

They’re used to this sort of routine by now, just them getting off together with no strings attached. Sort of a friends with benefits kind of thing that allows them both to take whatever they please and simply enjoy it as long as it lasts. Nobody knows what they’re up to and they’d be screwed, in a not so pleasant way, if somebody ever found out. They’re both trying to uphold their careers and reputation, which isn’t always as easy as they thought it would be. But they agreed on this, one Saturday evening a couple of months ago. Casual hookups, no strings, no further questions asked, just them. Chris still tries to believe that he’s just doing this to sustain his freedom in some sort of fucked up way, which is downright ridiculous and a big fat lie.

“Hey,” Darren breathes softly and that’s when Chris realizes that he’s been entirely zoned out, with Darren fumbling beneath him seeing as their position is slightly awkward. His gaze shifts between their bodies for a moment before he snaps out of his thoughts.

“Shit, sorry,” Chris replies, quickly hoisting himself off of Darren, averting his gaze as he turns his back towards the elder male, fiddling with the nightstand next to him to get some tissues for post-sex clean up -- only for the time being, of course.

“Must’ve been some crazy orgasm to get you to space out like that, Colfer.” Darren’s breath ghosts over his shoulder as he snatches the tissues from him, pressing a peck to the side of his neck that sends chills through Chris’s body. 

“Yeah, crazy,” Chris says, still not exactly focussing on the topic at hand. He’s too busy trying to remember what it was exactly that made him take a forty-five minute drive over to Darren’s house in the first place. Usually he calls him up when he’s stressed out, when his writer's block is killing him, but what exactly is it today?

“Are you… are you alright?” 

Chris realizes he’s been wiping at his chest for the last couple of minutes now, as if he’s desperately trying to brush off something invisible and he quickly spins around to face Darren, who’s gotten so close to him by now that it scares him for a moment and has him jump in his spot. 

“You’re acting weird,” Darren states, shifting in his position on his knees behind him. “Did I actually fuck your brains out, or what’s going on?” 

Chris forces a smile and shrugs his shoulders while he stands up, collecting his clothes before he starts to get dressed again. “Fuck you, I’m acting just fine. My brain is alright,” Chris snaps, struggling to get his pants on which ends in a tirade, and he has to sit back down on the edge of the bed to work on getting his clothes back on properly. 

“Okay, okay. Don’t tell me then,” Darren makes a quick work of picking up the clothes that went flying earlier, tossing the bundle into the hamper in the bathroom. He tugs on a new pair of briefs, snatching the empty condom package off of his nightstand to throw it away and leans against the doorframe of his bedroom, watching Chris. 

“Where’s my phone?” Chris spins around, scanning the bed and the nightstand, turning towards Darren when he doesn’t see it anywhere. 

“Still in the car maybe? Man, I don’t know. Don’t look at me like that, I have honestly no fucking clue.” Darren runs a hand through his curls and Chris wishes it wouldn’t make his knees as weak as it does, to see him standing there in his briefs, chest glistening with sweat, his cheeks rosy and his eyes still as dark as they were when he first arrived and he rushed off to the bedroom to push the elder male down onto the mattress, palming his dick through his pants as he--

“Earth to Chris, someone there?” Darren snaps his fingers in front of his face and Chris jumps back into reality, a blush settling high on his cheeks. 

“I should get going,” Chris gets out in a rush, pushes past Darren to get downstairs in a hurry in hopes to get out of his house as soon as possible. But he’s made the deal without Darren.

Chris is almost at the door when Darren catches his wrist, spinning him around. “What’s gotten into you, Chris?” Oh boy, his eyes are even bigger as he steps closer and Chris knows he’s going to lose this battle as quickly as it started. Darren’s hot breath is ghosting over his face, his eyes practically boring right through his to catch a glimpse of the inside of his brain.

“You, but I think that’s not what you wanted to hear, is it?” They share a laugh and Darren pulls Chris impossibly closer by hooking a finger into his belt loop, staring right into his eyes, hazel crashing into blue. 

“Are you sure you want to leave just yet?” Darren asks seductively, both of his hands placed on Chris’s hips and Chris tries convince himself that yes, he wants to leave, he should leave… but he can’t force himself to say it. “I mean, you could go… but we could easily just get back upstairs and, y’know. Make it a two-time-thing for today.”

“Dare…” Chris tries, collecting all his will power in order to tell him no, ready to come up with some witty reply that has Darren laughing so he can sneak out of the door, but he’s in a disagreement with his body as he finds himself leaning in to press their lips together, despite his head screaming at him to grab his keys and get going and leave.

Darren doesn’t hesitate as he backs Chris up against the front door, keeping their lips sealed together while his hand travels down to where Chris is already semi hard again, cupping him through his pants. It’s deliciously hot even though it’s mostly tongue and teeth, the slick slide of their lips against one another.

“I have meetings, early in the morning, I--” 

“Shush, C. None of that.” Darren kisses along the side of Chris’s neck, nibbling on the spot just below his ear and that’s when Chris knows he’s lost, his body is beyond betraying him already. He’s lost the control he used to have over his own body and he doesn’t even try to argue further as Darren starts to unbutton his pants and sinks down to his knees. 

His mind goes completely blank the second Darren’s warm mouth is on him in such a familiar kind of way, his head thumping back into the door as he groans. Chris is crazy about him, he hates and loves the way Darren has this effect on him that makes him forget about anything. He loses the ability to speak right then and there and focuses on how smoothly Darren’s mouth works over him, engulfing him completely. It’s definitely a sight worth doing this for, with the elder male down on his knees, bobbing his head and looking up through his long lashes to catch Chris staring at him in return.

“Fuck,” Chris moans, carding his fingers through Darren’s curls and tugging on it when he feels his orgasm approaching way too quickly for his own liking. It doesn’t take more than a couple of minutes until he’s a complete mess, spilling down Darren’s throat while breathily moaning out his name. He should be embarrassed about how little it took for him to come again, but his mind isn’t back to functioning properly, instead he pulls on Darren’s curls harshly to get him back onto his feet, only to spin them around, eager to want to return the favor.

Darren catches his wrist again, just as Chris wants to fall onto his knees and get down and dirty, but instead he’s being pulled in for another searing kiss, their lips meeting softer this time, and Chris can taste himself on the others tongue which drives him insane and he still wants more, despite the fact that he’s come for the second time that night already.

“You could… stay the night, if you wanted,” Darren offers, brushing a stray of hair out of Chris’s face while Chris tucks himself back into his pants and zips them back up. 

“Isn’t that the opposite of no strings attached?” Chris asks breathlessly, his chest heaving with every breath he takes. 

Darren shrugs his shoulder, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth and Chris swears he’s just a hopeless addict when it comes to Darren. 

“So?” 

“I can’t, Dare. I really-- I wish I could, but I can’t. No offense.” Chris doesn’t miss the slight hint of disappointment Darren’s eyes give off, but it’s quickly dismissed and he wonders why he suddenly feels guilty, as if he’s leaving him hanging, which he is not. 

They have sex, they get dressed, they leave. That’s what the whole thing is about when it comes to no strings being attached to anything, right? So why is there this knot in his stomach, making him want to apologize?

“That’s alright. None taken. I guess I’ll see you around, just shut the door on your way out, will ya?” Darren spins around in his spot and walks off down the hall, waving him off as if nothing ever happened.  

Chris stays back for a couple of seconds before he reminds himself that he’s about to leave, so he grabs his keys from the counter and picks up his phone he remembers having left down here, seeing as they didn’t want to be disturbed earlier.