|You're Just A Body, I Can Smell Your Skin
Author: captainjackshardness PM
Chris wakes up to quite a wonderful thing. Crisscolfer RPF. Shortest thing I have ever written seriously. It's kind of crappy but I hope you like it! : Reviews would be lovely! Title taken from "The Writer" by Ellie Goulding.Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Humor - Words: 3,488 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 10 - Published: 04-03-12 - id: 7986968
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AN: Hello Lovelies! This is a quick little thing. Not that great but I'm leaving for New York and I didn't want to go without publishing something so here's a little wake up fic to maybe suit your fancy. As always, I don't own glee, Darren, or Chris la la la. I have a serious rimming kink so… yes. Rimming. If that gets you a little uncomfortable in the bad way, I would advise you not read. I didn't even edit so, I apologize.
Light flashed in front of closed lids, the soft chirping of birds in the distance. Darren's eyes opened slowly, and then all at once. Sunlight had poured through the window, drenching the room in brightness, making him squint uncomfortably. He felt warm and pleasantly drowsy. The morning infiltrated his thoughts, filling his brain with light.
Darren stretched slightly, elongating his body. His skin rubbed against the sheets in a lovely way and... oh. He was naked. Darren's warm skin was resting within a tangle of sheets. Which were not the navy ones he had at home. They were soft, white, and smelled amazing, like coming home. He pushed himself up, feeling the wonderful sensation of his spine curving. Darren brought a hand up to scratch at scalp, sighing. His hair was crazy. He could feel it, standing on end. It was almost painful how his hair was pushing up from his scalp. He couldn't pull anything out of his memory.
He turned his head, hoping to get a pleasurable pull of muscles in his neck, when his eyes caught something pale and smooth. Darren stopped his wondering gaze and just tried to focus. He was looking at smooth skin. Familiar smooth skin. It was Chris. Darren felt his eyes widen. He was laying nude in Chris's bed with an equally nude Chris. He felt a warm fluttering feeling in his chest.
Chris was wrapped in the sheets almost artfully. Covering him, yet leaving him so exposed. Enough to see the mouthwatering line of a long leg. His eyes traveled up, taking him in. Chris looked almost angelic in the spring sunlight. The fair skin was somehow glowing in the sunlight seeping through the windows. It was practically begging for him. Begging for Darren to touch, kiss, suck, bite. But as Darren gazed at the exposed skin, he realized it was already marked.
Red and purple bruises covered Chris's smooth hips, sporadically placed on the long neck and elegant collarbone. Darren pressed his fingers to his own lips as if somehow he would be able to know if those bites were his, even though he knew they were. The thought made his heart flutter again. Chris shifted slightly, sheets sliding off a little, and suddenly more delicious skin was showing, the mouth watering curve of Chris's ass making Darren's heartbeat quicken.
Darren's eyes were lost in the planes of Chris's body. All he wanted to do is touch, feel the immaculate skin under his fingertips. He wanted to know the smooth, powerful muscle, the elegantly carved vertebrae of Chris's spine. He wanted to bite him, taste him. Wanted to feel Chris's hammering heartbeat against him. Chris laid there, his face relaxed and beautiful, oblivious to his admirer, lost in a sightless, soundless world in his mind. Darren felt longing awaken in him, somehow pulling him closer.
He hadn't realized how hard Chris was making him until he felt the wonderful friction of his cock rubbing against the sheets, tenting the fabric. He gulped as he watched the steady rise of Chris's back as he breathed in and out, the freckles on his back more prominent in the bright morning. The air felt so incredibly warm to Darren. Chris was so devastatingly stunning, beautiful, untouched.
Darren had no idea what possessed him to ruin this beauteous picture, but suddenly he was reaching a shaking hand out to touch, desperate for the feeling of Chris. He bit his lip as his fingers gently braced over Chris's thigh, feeling the soft, dark hairs tickle his fingertips. Chris's steady, rhythmic breathing never once faltered. Darren shifted ever closer to Chris, letting his rough fingers slide up to Chris's upper thigh. He let his fingers dance over the skin, never-ending in their quest to just feel, to learn, to know every part of this man lying before Darren.
Chris sighed, startling Darren out of his trance. Darren's adam's apple bobbed under the skin of his neck, and he loosened his already weak grip. Chris made no movement to indicate his awakeness, and Darren finally continued to gaze, a look of sheer awe gracing his face as he watched his fingers glide around Chris's skin. He felt his cock pulsing, too much blood rushing to the spot, jumping and twitching under the sheet. Darren paid no attention. He was too focused on how much he loved Chris like this. Peaceful, unashamed, showing him everything.
Darren's hand skipped over the tempting mounds of Chris's ass, resting instead upon the love bitten hip. He couldn't repress a shudder as he touched the marks he left, the primal claim he put on Chris's body. His breath hitched as he continued to run his hand along Chris's back, feeling the delicate curve of Chris's spine. It was as if Darren was teasing himself. It was game. And he played by himself.
Darren started to get more bold, sliding the backs of his fingernails against Chris's back, sliding down his hip, over to touch his thigh again. Darren felt himself aching, going so long aroused without sweet relief. He felt the hard muscle of Chris's alluring legs, long and furred and gorgeous. His toes were pointed in a graceful laxness and Darren couldn't find anything wrong, not a hamartia in sight. He braced his hands up, touching the dip between Chris's thigh and his ass, biting his lip. Darren's skin felt tight, sweaty and his heart was pumping like he had just run a mile.
Suddenly, he heard a small groan. He watched Chris's head turn to the side as his otherworldly eyes fluttered open.
Darren's heart was beating a tattoo on his chest, pounding in his eardrums. In a sudden move of brashness, he pushed his hands higher, nearly groaning as he felt the soft skin of Chris's ass for what seemed like the first time. He automatically kneaded the cheeks, feeling the muscle, reveling in the shudder that echoed silently though out Chris's body. Darren wanted more. God did he want more. He needed more. His heart was beating so quicklyDarren thought it was vaguely unhealthy.
Chris was stunned and suddenly so hard, leaking against the sheets. Never had he gotten aroused faster in his life. Because Darren was touching him and intimacy was scorching hot. He felt it rising in his chest, a sort of welling. He didn't know what it was, but Chris thought he liked it.
Darren's rough fingers pressed harder into Chris's cheeks, and this time Darren couldn't suppress a quiet moan of desperation. He leaned over, feeling his back crack slightly. His face was now hovering over Chris's ass and his mouth was watering as he gazed, his sight now closer. He saw every part of this secret place. Every piece of skin, every muscle. Darren had never seen such a wondrous sight, Chris squirming under him, his eyes shut again, but this time shut tight, his body tense.
"Shh…" Darren whispered, pressing his cheek to Chris's ass, delighting in the shudder as Chris felt Darren's stubble graze him.
Chris felt Darren looming over him, straddling the back of his legs. He was so swollen now, and he bit his lips to muffle the whimper desperate to get out of his throat. Darren's lips were slightly chapped, yet so soft, so real, so hot as Darren's mouth grazed his ass, making his cock pulse. Chris curled his fingers into the sheets, as though physically trying to hold onto this world as Darren nuzzled the skin on his ass, loving and teasing him.
Darren couldn't stop himself from rubbing his thumb along the smooth crack of Chris's ass, kissing the cheek slowly, hot and open mouthed, hoping to make Chris's muscles surrender and move with him. Everything was warm and sweat was beading in Darren's hair.
Chris couldn't hold his whines any longer, making small noises of approval as Darren kissed his body, teasing him, killing him with every bit of movement. He needed something. Anything. Darren squeezed his ass, feeling the flesh in his hands and he groaned. The vibrations ebbed and flowed under Chris's skin. Darren was perfect and everything was blistering, anticipation burning in his stomach and filling him up like wildfire. He couldn't stop rubbing against the bed sheet, the friction too blissful and addicting to stop. Yet somehow Darren was frustratingly tender, worshipping him in places never seen by anyone. Not in the way Darren would see it.
Darren couldn't stop himself now. He slid his hands closer to the dip between Chris's cheeks, so longing to pull them apart, to see all of Chris, pure and absolute. A distant little whimper pulled Darren back to the ground, whereas previously, he'd been floating. Chris was now peering at him, blue eyes so dark, contrasting beautifully with the bright sun that filled the room through the window. They were heavy lidded, but somehow so wide, even expectant. Chris didn't need to speak. Darren could see everything, every plead for more, every please, every gorgeously broken moan. Darren could hear those moans echoing in his ears from the memories of last night, a whole blur. It seemed a lifetime away.
A whispered "please, Dare" finally got him. He needed Chris now. Needed to please him. Pleasure the most beautiful creature he had ever seen, lying there sensually, waiting for him. He smoothed his thumbs over the skin, kissing lightly, barely there on Chris's crack. He heard the familiar whine exiting Chris's throat, causing him to shiver as he moved his mouth down, nose now pressing slightly into the flesh. He breathed in Chris and felt him shudder, the cool air rushing against Chris's skin as Darren inhaled through his nose. Hot kissed were being placed teasingly, never near where Chris needed them to be.
Chris tried to get himself to relax and he couldn't. Everything was too much and they'd only just begun. Darren's hot mouth was so tantalizing. He couldn't think. He could only feel. The heat of Darren's lips seemed to push throughout his body, making Chris's whole body incredibly warm. Darren slowly kissed down his crack, finally reaching the tops of Chris's thighs. Darren had no restraint, licking along Chris's thigh, tasting all the sweet skin. The smooth texture felt good under Darren's tongue. He felt his whole mouth begin to water as he watch Chris's reactions. His shudder, his whimper. Chris's rutted against the sheets and Darren illicit a growl that made Chris's heart stop.
A smooth lick from the bottom to the top of his crack left Chris gasping, his breath stuttering as his eyes fluttered shut, letting his mouth hang open in a lazy expression of bliss. Darren nipped at the sensitive skin and all Chris could do was just take it, take everything Darren had to give. He heard his nails scratch against the seams of the sheets and felt blood rushing to the surface of his skin. Blissful agony ripped through his body as Darren pulled him slightly apart.
Darren couldn't help but stare. This part, this most secretive part of Chris was bared to him. His hole was quivering, twitching, a clenching hot muscle. He pressed a light kiss down there, getting his first real taste of Chris, no matter how small it was. Chris's sexy little whimpers were filling his head, ringing in his ears. Darren was so hard and all that was in his mind was ChrisChrisChrisChris. He darted his tongue out, circling around Chris's entrance.
Chris pressed back, trying to get more of the agonizing pleasure caused by Darren's searing, skillful tongue. He bit his lip, harsh, feeling the tiny vessels in his bottom lip under his teeth. Chris turned around to watch and he almost blew it right then. Darren's shining eyes, a dark, smooth honey, pupils so wide it was almost scary. Darren was staring back at him, no shame, lust burning in his eyes. Chris couldn't take it, the primal way Darren was staring at him. Couldn't take the intensity, the heat in his gaze, let alone his hot, wet muscle currently probing at Chris's entrance. Chris mewled, unembarrassed, recked and hot under Darren's concentrated gaze.
Darren licked slowly at Chris, relishing in the true taste of him. Darren moaned deep in his throat, making his chest vibrate as he stared into Chris's eyes. Chris made a gorgeous whine of appreciation, head tipping forward as his lower back curved beautifully, trying to get closer to Darren, cock harder than steel. Darren couldn't lift his gaze from Chris's face. Each touch, each lick was only intensified by the feeling expressed in Chris's eyes. He looked on the brink of pain, biting his lips, eyes looking watery and wide. His body looked so soft, clean, somehow innocent. His brows were scrunched together in pleasure, forehead creasing.
His mouth was open, lips pink and inviting, wide in an everlasting moan as he breathed out his pleasure in high little whimpers that made goosebumps rise on Darren's skin. Darren lovingly rubbed and caressed Chris's cheeks, the unbelievably soft skin so warm to his touch.
Sensation pumped through Chris's body. He was gone but so present, broken but together. The electricity running through his body was enough to make Chris's entire being shake.
"More," Chris begged, "Please, oh god, please"
Darren growled, bringing a thumb to Chris's hole and pressing in, spreading him wide, thrusting his tongue deeper, harder. He sucked at Chris's entrance. Chris was writhing, trying desperately to get away from, yet move towards the sensory overload. Darren was aching, so hard it hurt. He couldn't stop himself from bringing his free hand down to tug at his cock, biceps bulging with effort, as his eyes rolled. He moaned into Chris, running vibrations up and down the younger's spine.
Darren pressed his face closer, greedily, hungrily. He didn't want this to end. Didn't want to stop tasting Chris like this. Didn't want to stop hearing those noises, each one sending a new pulse of heat through his body.
Chris was in heaven, biting his pillow, muscles tensing, stomach burning. Darren was torturing him. Ending him slowly, sweetly with each new flick of the tongue. Chris was hypnotized by Darren's mouth is Darren nipped hotly at the rim, shockwaves rushing through him. He was soaking the sheet under him with precome, sweating and groaning, begging for release. He rubbed against the fabric wildly, every feeling blazing agony. He was so wound up, he thought he could burst. Chris pressed his face further into the pillow and suddenly he shrieked. Darren's tongue was in him, licking and lapping.
Darren was enveloped in Chris. All his senses reigned over rational thought. He felt everything with Chris. Could touch him. Taste him. Smell a mixture of their scents wafting through the air, blending in a blissful harmony. He could see Chris, wiggling and begging under him. He could hear Chris's magnificent groans, the wet slide of precome on Darren's cock as he thumbed the head, groaning against Chris. Darren thought he was becoming addicted. He'd never known so much as this in his life. Chris was gone as Darren teased him relentlessly with his fingers.
Darren pulls back to look at Chris's entrance, pink and spit shiny, clenching around nothing. It looks so pretty and Darren just wants to play with it. Toy with it. Tease hotly at Chris's entrance. Nipping lightly with his teeth. He breathed heavily, dragging his tongue, hearing a high whimper in return.
"Please-I'm gonna-please make me-god,"
Chris was sobbing now. He felt like he was burning, a fiery inferno building in his stomach. He was so hard. All he needed was Darren. All he wanted was Darren. He just couldn't do anything, now immobile with pleasure, ass in the air. He heard a smacking sound and knew Darren was touching himself. God, he couldn't take it any more. He felt like he was in a furnace, sweat dripping down his body.
Darren thought Chris looked so beautiful. He thrust into his hand, groaning as he did so.
Butterflies were fluttering wildly in Chris's stomach. He longed to reach back and tug on Darren's soft curls, to press Darren's tongue harder into him. He loved this. Loved being pleasured like this, taken and eaten out until he screams. Chris's chest was heaving, shudders wracking his body, draining everything from him as he babbled pleas and curse words and nonsense. Darren was pulling everything from his grasp, his mentality, his sanity. He couldn't get the painfully hot picture of Darren out of his head, eyes shining bright and wild, animalistic, hair standing and pink lips swollen from sucking and licking and kissing at Chris's smooth skin. No matter how tight Chris shut his eyes, the image was burned in and so incredibly vivid. But he wanted to witness it, feel it forever.
The heat in both their stomachs was unbearable now. Neither could bother to open their eyes, bliss tightening them, keeping them shut. Chris felt like he was falling, hurtling towards something he'd never known. Darren gripped his hips so tightly it hurt and he knew there would be more bruises. But Chris didn't care. Pain was only another amazing sensation in this haze of nothingness.
Darren probed hard at Chris's entrance, searching with his tongue, reveling in the taste. He was so hard, his erection slapped to his stomach with a resounding smack overtime he let go. Chris's hips were rocking into his face, the action making him so incredibly warm that more sweat trickled down his body. He felt Chris's asshole tighten around his tongue and he groaned into Chris again, hearing a high whimper.
Chris was so close, tears were in his eyes. He was nothing but need. The need to just come. The butterflies in is stomach were exploding, sizzling and popping, sparks running through his body as he heard Darren's deep groans, the vibrations hitting his skin. His fingernails scratched at the sheets, curling into the cloth and he couldn't help but tug as he rutted against the sheets. C'mon-C'mon-C-
Darren yelped into him and he swear he could hear the come hit Darren's skin. Chris's mind was whirling, Darren's tongue thrust in him sharply and he was done, coming with a scream, a rush of heat and ecstasy crashing over him, making him deaf and blind. He felt like he was in his own world, lost to anyone else. All that was there was Darren, loving him, making him come undone, the only one seeing Chris like this, vulnerable and hot broken moans falling from his lips as he rocked back desperately onto Darren's face. His skin was tingling and all Chris knew was feeling. He was howling, too far gone to even care. Even as his initial bliss ended, the aftershocks wracking through him were enough to make Chris black out.
When he came back, he felt Darren's hot, wet tongue giving one last lick. He whimpered, body so incredibly sensitive as he flinched away. He felt Darren's hands gliding up his body delicately and was aware the warm stickiness of come all over his stomach. He couldn't bring himself to move, his muscles shaking and weak. A smile formed
He opened his eyes, being met with gold. Darren's eyes were molten, warm, beautiful. They were full of so much emotion, Chris couldn't bare it, his heart swelling in his chest.
"Good Morning," Darren whispered with a smile, eyebrows raising. Chris giggled.
"Good Morning to you too."