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Companion piece: Silver Lake Sort of Summer

Go. Go now. We're already halfway through the companion piece and HAD to rec this fic!

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It wasn’t the first time Darren woke up with a hangover, but it was the first time he’d woken up with a hangover and his pants around his knees and Chris Colfer drooling on his shoulder.

He stared at the unfamiliar ceiling through slitted eyes, clicking his tongue dryly against the roof of his mouth. He was naked from the knees up, he was pretty sure, judging by all the different bits of him that shivered when the breeze hit. Breeze. Looking over at where he thought the source of it was, Darren ignored the pounding in his head and observed the open sliding-glass door, watching dully as the long red curtains flapped, half in and half out of the room.

Hotel, he thought, probably. Hopefully, actually, once he saw the hideously mundane mass-produced painting over the headboard. They were sprawled out with their heads at the foot of the bed.

So. On to the next mystery.

“Chris,” he murmured, the name cracked and broken out of his wrecked throat.

“Mmmffgrfgl,” Chris replied, smacking his lips and nuzzling further into Darren’s shoulder. He appeared to be naked as well, almost completely, except for his socks. He rolled over and kneed Darren in the thigh.

“’Ake up,” Darren groaned, shoving at Chris’s chest.

“Ten more minutes,” Chris mumbled, fisting a hand in the blankets on the other side of Darren, trapping him against the mattress.

“I think we had sex.” Darren tried again.

Chris snuffled, legs twitching a little. “’Kay.”

“Chris.” Darren slapped at Chris’s naked back. “I said I think we had sex.”                                       

“Ten minutes,” Chris sighed. “Then we can do it again.”

It took Darren a moment to process that suggestion. He glanced at the digital clock on the generic bedside table. Ten minutes.