Take You There
Summary: Darren is a little nervous before going on stage, but he knows exactly who he can call to fix that: his dom. Pairings: Chris/Darren Words: 1694 Warnings: Dom/sub, masturbation, dirty talk, phone sex Notes:Â Based on this video because it gave me sub!Darren feelings and I'm trying to overlook the bullshit of that night. But mostly because my best friend Sarah @lovetheblazerâ had surgery and I'm really hoping this will make her feel even just the slightest bit better <3 Read on AO3
If thereâs one thing Darren knows about himself for sure, itâs that he does not get nervous.
At least he rarely does, and especially not before a performance. Okay, so there was that one time he sang in front of Obama, but who could blame him for that? Otherwise, performing is in his blood; heâs been doing it practically since the day he left the womb, and very rarely does he ever feel any kind of trepidation at all before stepping out on stage.
Tonight however, is an exception to that rule.
He hasnât looked at the official setlist before now and heâs trying to memorize lyrics from certain songs he only half-knows. He feels like his stomach is full of lead and canât stop shaking, his nerves overwhelming any ability to concentrate. He isnât sure whatâs wrong with him because this routine is typical. Heâs always at his best when he flies by the seat of his pants and doesnât overthink things, but tonight? His self-esteem is floundering and heâs in danger of drowning if he doesnât do something soon.
Darren knows what he needs. He needs Chris.
He can pretend that he doesnât understand whatâs happening to him, but in his heart he knows whatâs wrong. He and Chris havenât spoken in several days aside from a few clipped texts due to traveling and time constraints and Darren is suffering because of it. Not because heâs an overly needy boyfriend that needs to have extensive phone conversations every night to keep his relationship going, no. Because Darren needs his dom.
Up until about a year ago, Chris and Darren unofficially lived together. Most of Darrenâs things had found their way to Chrisâs spacious home and he rarely if ever went back to his own apartment. This made their relationship easy, especially one very important aspect of it - they were able to maintain a 24/7 dom and sub relationship.
Almost every move Darren made had been controlled by Chris. He dictated what Darren would wear and eat. When he would exercise and when he would sleep. He would allow Darren to leave the house on his terms and ensured that he came back on those terms as well. Additionally, Darren was praised when he did something right, and punished when he did something wrong.
It was the kind of structure he had no idea how desperately heâd needed, and the constant validation was one of his most treasured aspects. Chris constantly telling him he was how âgoodâ he was made him actually start to believe it. He never had to worry about whether he was succeeding or failing, because Chris was always there to tell him.
Although itâs taxing at times, theyâre still able to make their long-distance relationship work. They talk, skype, and visit each other often. The two of them are busy and distracted enough to not have to worry about constant communication, and they manage.
But Darren is a sub, with or without Chris. He has his moments, and right now is one of them.
With trembling fingers, he gets out his iPhone and composes a message to Chris. âI need you, Sir,â knowing it will relay his intentions perfectly.
Sure enough, a call comes in on his phone a few minutes later. âHello, pet.â
The sound of his domâs voice sends shivers up Darrenâs spine; simultaneous shivers of relief and anticipation. âSir,â he puffs out. âI need you, please.â
Thereâs a pause. âOkay, sweetheart. What do you need from me?â
Chrisâs tone has taken on that quality he only ever uses when he and Darren are in a scene. Darrenâs blood rushes south at the thought and he feels himself twitch suddenly in his pants. âNeed you, Sir. Iâm nervous. Iâm not prepared for this show and I need to calm down but I canât, not without you.â
Chris hums. âI see. Will you be a good boy and do everything I ask?â
âYes,â Darren agrees desperately. âAnything, anything please.â
âWhere are you?â
âThe green room.â
âGo make sure the door is locked and then find a chair to sit in.â
Darren does as instructed. By the time he sits back down, heâs already tenting his dress slacks, body desperate and eager. It hits him then that he hasnât orgasmed in almost a week.
âI can think of an excellent way of calming you down. Youâre always so relaxed after you come, pet. Body loose and pliant. Youâll feel so much better after you come for me.â
Darren groans. âYes, Sir.â
âHowever, Darren. You are not allowed to touch yourself, do you understand? That cock is mine and mine alone.â
âYes sir anything, please anything.â His dick throbs, the head pressing at his zipper and just on the right side of painful. âI promise not to touch.â
âGood. Now I want your feet and thighs spread apart, sitting on your hands. Do this now.â
Darren nods, despite the fact that Chris canât see him. Assuming the position he was told to take, he cradles the phone between his shoulder and ear before asking, âNow what?â
Darren regrets the words at they leave his mouth. âAh, ah, ah!â Chris admonishes. âDonât you rush this, you desperate little brat. I tell you what to do on my own time, understand?â
Despite being scolded, the power that Chris is yielding wraps Darren up like a blanket; he feels safe, knowing that he no longer has to think or make any decisions at all. Heâs giving himself over to Chris completely and the lack of responsibility for anything, even his own body, has him feeling calmed already. âYes, master. Iâm sorry I was bad.â
âItâs okay pet, but you can do better. Now, I want you to get yourself off, okay? Iâm going to help you through it, but the number one rule is that you may not use your hands at any point.â
âOkay.â
âNow, what kind of clothes do you have on tonight?â
âSuit and tie.â
âAh, yes. You always look so handsome in those,â Chris muses. âMy handsome boy.â Darren blushes but doesnât respond, his breathing going shallow and brow starting to sweat.
âI bet your pants are so fucking tight, arenât they? You never pass up an opportunity to flaunt that tight little ass around, you filthy thing.â
The blood in Darrenâs cock surges and he has to wrap his ankles around the legs of the chair to refrain from pressing his thighs together. âY-yes.â
âThat cock of yours is probably pressed so stiff against them right now, hard and throbbing just from hearing my voice. Trapped in your boxers and desperate to be touched even though you know thatâs against my rules, right pet?â
âS-sirâŚâ Darrenâs trembling again, but for different reasons this time. Heâs wildly aroused and he needs to do something about it. Anything.
âI want you to rub against those pants and use the friction to make yourself come. Can you do that for me?â
If Darrenâs being honest with himself, heâs about to explode on spot at any moment so yes, he can definitely fucking do that. âI can, sir.â
âDo it now. Pretend itâs me, that itâs my hand that youâre rubbing yourself on. No, better yet... itâs my thigh and youâre sitting in my lap while I hold you tight, keeping you safe and close.â
Darren begins to thrust as soon as he gets permission. He takes his time though; slow and languid at first, making sure to savor every rough drag of his dick against the rough material of his boxers and slacks. He lets his eyes slide shut and imagines himself sitting on Chrisâs thigh, humping his leg. He groans, precome spilling out at the imagery.
âCome when youâre ready, sweetheart. You donât have to hold back, youâve been so good for me already and this is your reward.â
Darrenâs glad he wasnât ordered to wait because his orgasm sneaks up on him. He comes hard, body doubling over as the words âYouâve been so goodâ replay over and over again in his mind. He was good. He is good. He can do this.
When he comes back to his senses he feels like a puddle. He canât stop grinning and it's like he's a new person despite the fact that thereâs a wet, sticky mess in his underwear and he needs to be on stage in 10 minutes.
âHow do you feel, baby?â
âI feel wonderful, thank you sir thank you so much. ButâŚâ
âWhat is it?â
âI made a mess and I donât have any clean underwear to change into,â Darren whines, cheeks flushing as he shifts and feels the come drip down his thighs. âWhat should I do?â
Chris doesnât even pause. âYou will do the show without any underwear at all, and you and I are the only ones who will know about it. Our little secret.â
Darren moans at the thought and fuck, if he hadnât just come so hard heâd definitely be going stiff again already. âYes, yes thank you Sir, thank you.â
âAre you okay to do the show now? Still nervous?â
Darren considers, and happily finds that all traces of his earlier trepidation are gone. âNope. Iâm so much better now. Thanks to you.â
âGood. I love you very much, Darren. Youâll do great tonight. Break a leg.â
Darren thanks him again, and they say their goodbyes with promises to talk again later that night. After they hang up, Darren carefully slips out of his pants, peeling his sticky underwear off and throwing them in the trash, not really caring if anyone finds them.
He performs well that night, just as he knew he would. He feels safer and calmer than he has in months, and the memories of Chrisâs reassurance get him through the moments of panic when he thinks he might have skipped a word or two. Darren credits his serenity entirely to having come minutes before he walked on stage⌠but he has to admit. Doing a show without underwear is oddly freeing.
Heâll definitely have to try this more often.
The phone sex and the freeballing, that is.












