Title: Let The Games Begin
Word count: 1k or more
Rating: PG (I guess)
Summary: Inspired by this post. And when inspration hits me, I can’t help it (I still haven’t forgiven Janni for stealing me hours and hours of sleep).
A/N: Again, a huge, huge thank you to my wonderful blowmeblaine for turning my attempts of writing into a sea of floating words (can I have that ability please). Happy reading! Janni, I really hope you like it! :)
Let The Games Begin
“No Darren, you have to put your left foot on the red mark!”
“I know, I know, Chris, I swear, I’m trying.”
“Okay watch out, I have to move my left hand from blue to green… Watch out! … Oh for heaven’s sake!”
Chris slides his hand over the plastic mat they are currently standing on shakily, sweat glistening on their skin.
Even though Darren and Chris like to think they’re both mature adults, playing Twister is unavoidable sometimes.
Chris would have never agreed, had he not lost a bet to Darren who made him promise to play the game of Twister with him, he had whiningly asked for, for such a long time. Now, standing on a mat with colorful marks he swears to never bet about anything with Darren anymore, especially if the stake is a game of Twister.
He hates Twister.
“Your turn” Chris reaches for the wheel and spins it, holding his balance like a professional.
The color combination makes him grin widely. “Your left hand on yellow.” he commands and Darren surges forward, placing his palm on a yellow dot.
He awkwardly hovers above Chris now, with his boyfriend’s back touching his torso whenever he moves.
Then, Darren reaches for the arrow and spins, Chris feeling the older man’s legs gliding along his hip. Craning his neck uncomfortably, he tries to peak at the result, but instead ends up with Darren’s neck only an inch away from his mouth.
Maybe Twister wasn’t that bad after all, he decides.
“You have to put your right hand on red.”, Darren announces.
Chris stares at the map and realizes that he would have to cross his arms to do what he was told. “No way, that’s impossible!” He laughs.
“You have to!” Darren whines “You promised you’d take the game seriously.” The game field shifts a little under their weight and they almost slip. “Okay I’ll try, but don’t you dare falling all over me!”
He holds in a shaky breath as, suddenly, Darren pants hotly into his ear. ”Well now, that wouldn’t be so bad, Colfer, would it?” the rushed words make heat coil deeply in his stomach. A shiver runs down his spine.
Chris turns his head to the voice’s direction and he feels Darren’s slightly scruffy jaw brushing his cheek as he does so. Their eyes lock.
He breaks the stare taking a deep breath and raises his hand before he says “No, I don’t think so.” He pushes Darren’s body towards the mat, falling down with him. “Chris you … ugh”
Chris giggles uncontrollably while they try to untangle their limbs.
“Oh my god Chris, please stop moving, that hurts.” Darren groans.
When he obeys Darren sits up, stretches his legs, and lies back down next to Chris, propped up on one elbow, smiling dreamily.
“You always get what you want, don’t you?” he asks, putting a hand on his lover’s hip.
“That’s because I know how to get It.” the taller boy winks.
“Even if that includes playing a game of Twister with my dumb boyfriend.”
Darren drops his head and chuckles fondly, one of Chris’ favorite smiles, the way his eyes sparkle in amusement with his lips slightly parted.
“So, you actually are pretty bendy, you know?”
Chris gets pulled out of his thoughts and his head shoots up as he gets a strange feeling of déjà-vu. “What?”
Darren winks at him. “Oh you know what the people say…”
“You’re ridiculous.” A beat and he raises a curious eyebrow. “Especially since you never seem to be able to hide your fondness with ‘my bendiness’”
Darren shoots his boyfriend a bitch glare, who seems unimpressed, rather amused than worried.
“I can’t help it Chris, your body just makes my mind go places it shouldn’t, especially not in public. Plus, to be frank, your behavior isn’t helping either.” Darren swallows hard.
“What did I do?” Chris asks innocently, peering up from beneath his eyelashes. When he catches his boyfriend’s eyes, he’s runs his tongue along his lips, very well aware of the effect it has on Darren.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He says again
Darren whimpers softly and can’t help but stare intently at Chris’ full lips, rosy and so kissable.
“Chris, I …”
Chris’ victory is obvious, and he sits up, tries to stand but unsurprisingly gets roughly pulled back down again. He looks up at his heavily breathing, wide-eyed, wanton boyfriend and smirks. He always gets what he wants.
Chris flips them over quickly, hovering above Darren and holding him down.
“Is there something you wanted, honey?”
He bends down getting closer and closer to his face, the ghost of his lips touching Darren’s.
“C-Chris.”, the man beneath him stutters.
A short, innocent, uninterested “Hm?” is all Chris settles for, before bringing their bodies even closer, so close he can feel the rise and fall of Darren’s chest and their fast heartbeats thumping erratically in unison. Chris’ fingers find their way to the silky, curly hair, and then return to his face, lovingly stroking the scruffy jaw.
“You know what? Maybe we should play Twister more often, it’s fun.” Chris teases one last time, before a small, broken “Please” makes his stomach flutter and he finally gives in.
He tilts his head down, slowly fitting their mouths together in a heavy, soft kiss.
The reaction is immediate, Darren’s body vibrates with want and anticipation, eliciting small, deep noises from him that set their minds on fire and his fingers dig deep into his hips, not leaving any kind of space between them.
Chris sits up on the floor eventually, taking his lover with him, and then he’s in his lap, hands rushing through the dark curls and fisting to get closer, always desperately closer.
“Next time”, Chris whispers as they reach for air “it’s my turn and we’re going to play taboo and with every wrong guess you lose a layer.”
“Okay.”, Darren simply answers, cheeks flushed.
“But I might accidentally forget a lot of words for a few hours; would that be okay for you?” He adds then.
Darren’s breath catches in his throat and he gets up on his feet, pulling Chris up with him. “You’re going to be the death of me, Chris Colfer.”, he moans, kissing him passionately and leading him to the bedroom.
The moment Chris’ back touches the soft cotton of his sheets, he knows the next games they’re going play won’t last longer than ten minutes. Because Chris Colfer always gets what he wants and the only thing he’ll ever want more than anything else is Darren, who’ll always obey no matter what.
Because in the end, the only thing they really want is each other.