Carry Me Home Tonight

pinkshadesandbrightsocks:

-something goes through him when the sound of chris’s moaning hits his eardurms. he can feel it in his blood, in his bones. his body shakes, hands grip chris’s hips tight as his kisses continue. the sheer reality of this situation just won’t stop hitting him in the face with a ton of bricks. his mind races. he can still make chris feel like this. after all this time, he can still entice those sounds from chris’s mouth, bring him over the edge to the greatest pleasure ever known. and darren’s sure he’s never felt more on top of the world-

-a small groan emits from darren’s own lips as chris presses their bodies together, the luscious skin on skin action stirring his insides even more. as much as he wants to keep his lips against chris’s skin, he gives in to the strong hand on his chin and looks up at chris. his eyes are blown and dark, and at his request, more like command to be kissed, darren can’t stop himself from instantly crawling up and crashing his lips to chris’s. a chain of soft moans escape his lips as chris fists his hands in his hair, and darren’s beginning to grow impatient, the desperate need for friction, for chris’s hands to be where only he can touch growing stronger than ever. he sucks in a sharp breath as chris fingers the waistband of his jeans and reaches back to snatch chris’s wrist in his hand-

-he feels bad for the action; it’s probably confused chris a million times over. but it’s too slow, too painfully slow. he needs more. and so darren pulls away from the kiss and locks his gaze on chris’s own eyes, simultaneously sliding chris’s hand lower and lower, deeper and deeper below his jeans until chris’s warm hand is surrounding one of the cheeks of his ass. it’s so wonderful and almost refreshing, he hasn’t had this in so long. his eyes fall closed and his head lolls back, growling low in his throat. and then he’s pressing up against chris again…-

Touch me.

-…and his lips return to chris’s once again-

-there is a perceptible shift in the mood, something strong, yet undeniably soft and subtle. chris can feel it enter his body, course through his veins, that spark, that conspicuous flash of want. he lets it control him, lets it break down any (few) put up defenses. he allows his body to feel, to please, to give pleasure; his hands move on their own accord, slipping over soft, smooth skin, gripping, squeezing, claiming what has, truthfully, always been rightfully theirs.-

-hes so overwhelmed by the kiss, by the sensation of darrens wet, luscious tongue in his mouth, that it takes the seemingly booming sound of lips smacking apart to shake him out of his trance. suddenly, the hand that was trailing down darrens body is snatched away, and a wave of rejection (mingled with confusion) rolls over him. did darren not want this? had he gone too far? was it too soon? he almost had enough time to register the hurt before darren was guiding his hand elsewhere, chris’ fingers brushing against the warm, supple curve of darrens ass. his breath hitched as realization hit him, licking his lips to retain some of the moisture that had disappeared with the fresh wave of arousal.-

Fuck, Darren…

-soon one hand is not enough, and as darren latches his lips onto his own once more, he brings his other hand down, dipping it into darrens boxers unceremoniously and cupping the other half of his toned ass roughly. he uses his grip to pull darren in closer, letting his hands knead the muscle, feel the beautifully sculpted planes of darrens body. he breathes heavily, panting wantonly into the kiss, the need for more, more heat, more feeling, suddenly to overwhelming to hold off. using his grip on darren as an anchor, he grinds him up and against him, moaning in ecstasy as their hard cocks rut against each other through the material of their pants.-

Shit, Darren. I—you’re so hard for me. Want to—to f-fuck you so bad.

-and in one, swift movement, he pushes darrens pants down and off, flinging them to some corner of the room before doing the same with his own, shimmying easily out of the sweatpants.-

-suddenly they are both naked and pressed against each other in a sinfully pleasurable way, and chris has to pull back from the kiss for a second to just take it all in.-

Is this okay?

Carry Me Home Tonight

pinkshadesandbrightsocks:

-he can feel himself melting even further into chris, his words and kisses seeping under his skin, into his bloodstream. how had he ever survived without this? his touch, his love, how had darren gone without it for so long? chris was his life, his oxygen. and his touch, his kiss, his love was that first breath of air. a soft, warm blanket. it was coming home-

-he’s writhing against chris now, thirsty for that delicious skin on skin contact. the gentle flicks of chris’s tongue against the roof of his mouth, his teeth, his own tongue set fire to every nerve ending in darren’s body. he clings on to chris, fisting his shirt in his hands, tugging it up slightly. his hands come up to tangle and pull at chris’s hair, a strained moan escaping against his will as chris latches onto his neck. he cradles the back of his head, holding him there until he pulls away-

-his speech causes darren’s heart to race, his dick to twitch, his mind to form a puddle and all he can do to form a response is nod his head. he sucks in a sharp breath, both from the liberating removal of his shirt and from chris biting his lip, which is still so fucking hot. the air on his bare skin is chilly, but chris’s strong hands against his chest warm him up quickly, and he presses closer to chris, pressing open mouthed kisses to his neck, sliding his shirt up and over his head, pulling back to stare for a few moments-

-chris is still beautiful, with his pale, soft skin and taut muscles. it’s all darren can do not to rip the rest of his clothes off and fuck him right there. but this is a reunion, touching and kissing and feeling out of pure love. so he restrains himself to an extent for now, moving his head down to pepper light kisses against chris’s collar bone and across his pecs-

-every touch is searing, a burn to his otherwise unscathed, untouched body. he can feel it in his very essence, in the very embers of his being. its as if his insides are alive, buzzing with energy, a spark ready to burst. he takes a deep breath, steadying himself, rooting himself to the moment, the atmosphere, the man before him.-

-with the removal of both their shirts, they are left pressed against each other, skin on skin, heat against heat, hearts beating maddeningly together, forming a passionate, chaotic melody in the midst of their panted, rugged breaths. he feels swept up by the moment, completely woven in the spark, the sweet, soft sensation of two yearning, desperate souls latching on to each other. he’s missed this feeling so much, pined after it for far too long, and so he doesnt hold back, lets his needs, his innermost instincts take over and guide his body to where it wants to go.-

-as darren plants kisses all over his upper body, he cant help but let out a satisfied moan, a relieved sound of ecstasy and pure, unabridged satisfaction. he circles his arms around darrens waist, squeezing, feeling the skin, the muscles, the light dusting of hair that tickles his skin. he unravels one arm from darrens waist to bring his hand to his face, cupping his chin gently between his fingers. he tilts darrens head up, forcing him to look him in the eyes.-

Kiss me.

-as darren crawls up, he lets his hand move to the nape of his neck, tangling his fingers in the soft, curly hair there. he tugs lightly, not enough to hurt him, but enough to assert his presence, and breathes him in, takes in every fiber of his existence as he kisses him passionately. he lets the moment overtake him, blinded by lust, by love, by pure impulse, and soon enough his hands are snaking down towards darrens pants, barely brushing over the waistband of his jeans teasingly.-

Want you. Want to feel you.

Carry Me Home Tonight

pinkshadesandbrightsocks:

-darren’s suddenly overcome by the strange urge to cry. it hits him like a freight train the reality of this situation. chris is in his arms again, warm body presses against his, lips trailing over his skin. and it’s never going to change. he will always have chris like this, with him like this, will always be able to be this way with him. they have forever. and his next words come out in a strained whisper-

I love it. I love you. Don’t ever leave me. Please.

-the friction is absolutely delicious, intoxicating, it’s been too long since he’s had something so tender and perfect. and it’s too slow. yes, darren’s careful to keep the movements of his lips and his hands slow because chris is still most likely fragile inside. but if he had it his way, their clothes would already be off and they’d be pressed against each other, sweet, hot fire radiating from their bodies. when chris escalates the kisses into something deep and passionate, darren feels like he’s just breathed in clean air after being underwater. he opens his mouth easily, granting chris access, the feeling of suction, of his soft pink tongue against his lips more beautiful and head-spinning than he ever imagined. at chris’s words, darren’s jeans tighten that much more, his eyes blown and dark, locked on chris’s. his hands come up and run all over chris’s body, arms, waist, chest, face, hair, anywhere he can reach, anywhere he can touch in the way he was always meant to-

God, yes, Chris. I want you. I want all of you. I’ve wanted you for so long. Always wanted you. Always will. Please, Chris. I want you, I need you. Please.

I’m never leaving you. Ever. You are forever mine as I am yours.

-he kisses him harder, putting his everything into the kiss. he licks into darrens mouth eagerly, hungry for his taste, his touch, his feel. he sucks on darrens tongue suggestively, letting his own swirl around darrens mouth, behind his teeth, the roof of his mouth, everywhere. he wants to taste every inch of darrens mouth, memorize ever nook and corner of that beautiful expanse; the one that can breathe air and make music and speak and elicit such beautiful, breath-taking  pleasure.-

I want you, too, love. Want you so bad. You have no idea how…how many nights I spent just thinking about you, wanting you, needing…just…please, please touch me and let me touch you and make love to me.

-as he kisses darren, he lets his hands trail down, splaying his hands against the broad planes of darrens chest. he tugs at the collar of darrens shirt, planting a firm, short kiss on his lips before moving down and attaching his mouth to his neck, sucking on his adams apple. he hums against the skin there, his hands becoming more firm and steady with time. they trail down to the hem of his shirt, tugging at it purposefully.-

Off?

-he looks up at darren questioningly, his eyes sparkling with wonder and want. he bites his bottom lip playfully before proceeding, letting his finger graze over darrens nipple over his shirt, a brief glimpse and tease of what is to come.-

Carry Me Home Tonight

pinkshadesandbrightsocks:

-darren can feel his heart expanding in his chest as chris laughs, warm and musical in his ears. his gaze is locked on chris’s as he speaks, happiness spreading through him at the speed of light. he can sense that he has the biggest hearts in his eyes, but he doesn’t care. he’s happy. after three long months, he’s finally happy. he nuzzles his nose lightly against chris’s jaw line-

I feel the same way…God, I love you so much, Chris, so much it hurts. Only you, always you, always has been, always will.

-he can’t help but laugh a few moments after he finishes, lifting his hips into chris’s hands and continuing to press kisses all over chris’s skin. when he hears chris shout, the brightest smile explodes onto his face and he laughs again, louder, letting out a feminine shriek as chris flips them over. but he doesn’t mind the weight above him, the restraints, the frantic kisses. he only laughs again, content, happy in pure bliss-

-a blush creeps on his cheeks, having never been complimented in such a way in a long time. and suddenly the mood shifts. the words become dirtier, more passionate, the air around them growing hotter. chris wants to touch him, kiss, love, and darren wants to do the same to chris, and it’s only intensified as chris’s hand comes to his chest. darren’s eyes dart up to meet chris, and his blue eyes are a darker shade than usual. he can feel a stirring somewhere in the pit of his stomach, and he knows that feeling. the feeling of want, lust, love. his next words come out in a gravely whisper-

Then don’t be damned.

-his lips press to chris’s jaw, softly at first, then with more pressure, trailing heated kisses across his neck and jaw up to his lips, where he stays-

-he cant help the intake of breath in reaction to darren’s words, but it happens anyways. his heart beats fast and wildly, pounding against his chest in a way that threatens to bring upon his all too untimely and unfortunate end.-

Mmm…never letting you go again, ever. I’m yours. I’m yours whether you like it or not… 

-the kisses that darren leaves on him are so sweet, so adorable, that he wants to cry. he cant believe how lucky he is. in this moment, he feels invincible, like no thing or person can touch him. he holds onto that feeling, locks it away and saves it for the rest of forever. they are both drunk off of the moment, tipsy with love, and they continue to become intoxicated off of each other; their scent, their touch, their laughter, everything. the moment is painted with streaks of soft, vibrant colors, and chris can taste it on his tongue.-

-he knows that the shift in mood has been registered by darren, can feel it by the way the man beneath him suddenly tenses up and shudders subtly. a fire is set within him suddenly, a lick of flame that races along his whole entire body. from where his hand rests on darrens chest, he can feel the erratic beat of his heart, a telltale sign of his excitement and reciprocation of feeling.-

-darrens voice, raspy and low, ignites his insides, sending sweet, delicious sensations straight to his groin. he shifts above him, his body squirming, almost trembling with anticipation. its been so long, too long, since its been like this: pure and mutual and right. he lets darren kiss him, allowing his own hands to trail down darrens body teasingly and ever-so slowly. when darrens lips finally connect with his own, he kisses back fiercely, licking into darrens mouth eagerly and hungrily. he takes his bottom lip into his mouth, sucking on it, swiping his tongue across it soothingly. he unglues their mouths from their intense gaze, forcing himself to stare into darrens lust-blown eyes.-

Do you want me, Darren? Do you want all of me? Because you have me. You always had me. 

Carry Me Home Tonight

pinkshadesandbrightsocks:

-chris’s hands on his face are like a breath of fresh air. soft, gentle caresses that he didn’t realize how much he missed. chris’s hands are just like he remembered them; soft to the touch. strong. they can protect darren from anything. he feels safe under the loving touch of chris’s hands.-

-chris’s hands are everywhere. cheeks, nose, forehead. every time he moves his fingers, it sends a shock of electricity through darren’s body, and he can’t believe he ever gave this up. this feeling of content, of happiness, of bliss. he can feel his heart swell and a silly smile spread across his face as chris keeps going, and he knows deep in his heart that he’ll never stop loving chris-

-the smile dims for only a moment as he listens to chris speak, agreeing wholeheartedly with everything he says. and he can’t think of anything equally as meaningful to say in response except for a small “I love you too” somewhere in the middle, consistent nodding, and that same silly smile. he doesn’t even register chris zoning out, too caught up in his beauty, the beauty of this moment. he almost misses chris asking him to come back, but he catches it at the last second. and such a feeling of euphoria courses through him that his smile threatens to break his face in half. and he’s enveloping chris tight in his arms, lips pressing to his neck, his jaw, his lips-

God, you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear you say that.

-it’s low, combined with uncontrollable laughter, pressing kisses here and there and everywhere-

And I promise that it’s not gonna be like last time. We’ll talk things out, make things right. I love you. I’ll never leave you. I’ll be here forever. I promise, Chris, we will have forever.

-darrens happiness is contagious, and soon enough chris is joining on the laughter, on that irresistible urge to smile and and giggle and feel all the things hes been deprived of lately. he stares into this big, brown eyes, and lets go, cuts off that last chain, the last thread, and lets himself be.-

I—thank you, Darren. I love you, I do. So much. I want you and only you and oh my god sometimes it scares the shit out of me how much you mean to me. I love you I love you I love you I love you.

-he leans into darrens kisses, pressing the tips of his fingers firmly into the soft, supple skin of darrens hips, feeling, claiming, protecting. he throws his head back in happiness, a cry of joy escaping his lips, and he swiftly (and, might he add, quite impressively) flips them over, pinning darren down by his wrists on the couch. he ducks down, attacking his face with sloppy, wet kisses, pressing his lips into darrens neck, inhaling his scent, being his, connecting with the other half of his existence.-

You are so gorgeous, you know that? I just…I want to touch you and kiss you and love you all at the same time, and it’s impossible, I know.

-he murmurs the next words into darrens skin, sliding a hand down his chest passionately as he continues-

But I’ll be damned if I don’t try.

It’s raining outside.

pinkshadesandbrightsocks:

saiswordsandllamas:

pinkshadesandbrightsocks:

saiswordsandllamas:

Well, I’m glad to hear that.

Oh, and, by the way…

I can’t move or feel my leg because you are smushing it with your big bubble butt.

xD

Oops.

xD

You know you love it. ;)

If you want me to touch your butt, Darren, just tell me. ;)

I never denied my love for your sexy ass…literally. 

Well, if you insist… ;)

Don’t complain about my butt, then. xD

Oh, there’s a lot of things I want to do with that butt, and trust me, complaining is not one of them.

*hinthintnudgenudgecoughcough*

Carry Me Home Tonight

pinkshadesandbrightsocks:

-chris’s words are beautiful and somehow tragic all at once. he could have made it go away. all of chris’s pain, all of his own. he could have made it go away a lot sooner if he had been gutsy enough to own up to his feelings and voice them. but he hadn’t. and as much as he could dwell on the thought, he didn’t, didn’t want to at all, and so he gave in to chris’s request and kissed him even more-

-gentle, little touches have always been darren’s favorite. the brush of fingers, the softest touch of lips, those are the things that always make his toes curl. and the softness of chris’s fingers against his skin is causing his brain to swirl. a gentle cup of his face, the strokes of his thumb should not be as intoxicating as it really is. but he can feel himself melting, falling down even further as chris’s tongue slides its way into darren’s mouth. he tastes strongly of coffee and a hint of alcohol from last night and something else that’s so distinctly chris that darren can’t put a finger on it. but it sends him further down into bliss, pressing himself against chris just a tad harder.-

-he slides along with chris until they’re flat against the couch, darren holding himself up with his elbows. the feeling of being above chris like this, the warmth of chris under him is almost foreign since they haven’t been in this position in the longest time. but it’s rejuvenating. it feels like a cool drink of water in 100 degree heat. it feels like coming home. and darren’s fingers play with the tips of chris’s hair (since his hands can’t move very much) before chris suddenly pulls away and darren almost groans in protest. but chris has a good reason, and darren wants to remember the moment as well, and forever with chris brings a smile to his face, so he nods and rests his forehead against chris’s, breathing audibly. breathing chris in. breathing the moment in-

-he smiles as darrens hands find his hair, sighing into the gesture. he doesnt know where this all puts them, or whats going to happen in the future, but for now hes just content to be close with darren, to hold him and love him and cherish him, in every single possible way.-

-he brings his hands up from darrens waist to his face, tracing softly over the contours of his face. hes rememorizing it all, letting his hands feel the smooth skin, the sharp cut of bone, the twitch of muscle beneath it all. he runs his hands gently over darrens forehead, his nose, his cheeks, his eyelids. he lets his thumb trace intimately over his bottom lip, letting the soft, warm skin melt into his body, seep into his soul. he stares into that face, that gorgeous, kind, perfect face, and learns to fall in love all over again. he can feel his heart beating in his chest wildly, passionately, and he feels alive again. hes drunk off of love, and this time he welcomes that hangover enthusiastically.-

I want us to start over. I want to do this right, Darren. I want…I want to be with you, all of you, but…not like before. It was…we weren’t being vocal enough with each other. I love you, Darren. I love you so much, words can’t even begin to describe it. A-and…I want forever with you. I want everything with you, but you already knew that.

-he smiles, letting his mind drift for a few moments, allowing himself a few seconds of blissful imagination: a house, a family, a vow. his eyes go out of focus for a moment, somewhere else, and he forces himself to look back into those eyes and face reality.-

If being apart from you has made me realize anything, it’s that if we’re going to do this, like, really do this, we need to talk. And I don’t want what happened to ever repeat itself. So, what I’m getting at, I guess, is…will you please move back in with me and never leave ever ever ever again?

It’s raining outside.

pinkshadesandbrightsocks:

saiswordsandllamas:

Well, I’m glad to hear that.

Oh, and, by the way…

I can’t move or feel my leg because you are smushing it with your big bubble butt.

xD

Oops.

xD

You know you love it. ;)

If you want me to touch your butt, Darren, just tell me. ;)

I never denied my love for your sexy ass…literally. 

It’s raining outside.

pinkshadesandbrightsocks:

saiswordsandllamas:

pinkshadesandbrightsocks:

saiswordsandllamas:

Someone’s adorably hyper this evening. Might I ask why, handsome?

Not that I object. In fact, I encourage a lot more of it, please.

Yes, I am. Yes, you may. No real reason. I’m just happy is all.

Good, cuz you’re going to be getting A LOT of it. xD

Have I told you lately that I really love you?

Because I really love you.

Probably.

And I really love you too.

Well, I’m glad to hear that.

Oh, and, by the way…

I can’t move or feel my leg because you are smushing it with your big bubble butt.

xD

(Source: darren-colfer)