YOU GUYS. IT'S BEEN FOREVER. I AM SOOO SORRY. I've been so busy lately. Pleaseeee forgive me. Because of the business (bizz-ee-ness), I'm postponing my fics that are series, except for this one and I Love You. I'll update whenever the one-shots are written though, I promise. But with this fic, all I've been writing and reading lately is CrissColfer. This is my first attempt, so be nice to me!

They were a mess. A hot, tangled, lust-filled mess.

He was kissing the other furiously, urging for more, but not wanting to be pushy. He knew that the other was more sexually inclined than his character, but still.

Unable to stand the thought of clothing any longer, he started unbuttoning the other's shirt. He couldn't wait to feel their bare chests together; to see how amazing the other looked with darker eyes and pupils wide; to-

"Mm," the other's sound was muffled, but brought him back to reality. The other was resisting, trying to prop themselves up on their elbows.

He reluctantly broke away. "Chris? What is it?"

Chris held himself up on his elbows catching his breath, avoiding Darren's gaze. When Chris finally pulled himself together, he shook his head and closed his eyes, and opened them again. "Darren," he said softly. "Too much," But he couldn't bring himself to say any more. He wanted to - he had a million things buzzing through his mind - but he didn't know how Darren would take it. Darren and Blaine are two very different people.

But Darren had understanding in his eyes. "Okay," he said. "I don't want to push you. I know it's our first date and that people don't usually even kiss at all on the first date, let alone do this. I'm sorry; I shouldn't have brought you back here and I wasn't even sure about your shirt, but I did it, like that asshole I am, and now here we are, you sitting here staring at me and me rambling like an idiot, because I ramble when I get nervous, and shit Chris, I get nervous when I'm around you, because you're the most talented, beautiful, amazingperson I have ever met in my whole damn life and being with you like that, it just made me want everything, when you're not even ready for everything, and mmph-"

Chris couldn't help himself. He also knew that it would be the only way to get Darren to shut up. If Chris hadn't kissed him, Darren would go on for hours, and it had only been about thirty seconds.

Chris pulled away as soon as he was sure that Darren wouldn't talk any longer. He looked at Darren with intensity. "Honey, it's okay. I know that you're ready for more, because it seems like we've kissed a million times before, but...that was in character. And now it's just...us. And 'us' is different, and new. Don't get me`wrong, I love it, and maybe we'll be able to move faster because we're already so comfortable with each other, and sharing a trailer doesn't hurt, but for now, could we take it slow? Treat this like a normal relationship?" Chris allowed his eyes to soften as he sarched Darren's.

"Of course, yeah...I'm sorry," Darren silently pleaded Chris to forgive him. He really needed to learn how to control himself.

"Hey, you have nothing to be sorry for," Chris reassured him. "Sure, you got caught up in the moment, but so did I. I didn't want to stop, but I had to in order to keep everything...PG-13. I only give us until a couple months, though."

Darren chuckled. "Yeah, with me, I only give us that long too." He smiled at Chris and looked down, realizing that he was still on top of him. "Oh, I'll get off you now."

Chris shrugged. "You don't have to...It's kinda nice." He recieved a kiss on the nose and an 'okay' from Darren, who then moved to lay down next to Chris anyway, their bodies still close.

"I never realized how big this couch is until now," Darren said, checking to make sure he wouldn't fall off.

Chris chuckled, and proceeded to unintentionally push Darren off. He only meant to push him lighty. You know, get a good scare out of him. His hands clapped over his mouth, trying to hide his amusement. "Are you okay...?"

Darren had landed on his bottom, somehow managing to hit his hand on something, but safe from any serious damage. He nodded and looked up at Chris with a glare, accompanied by a smile, which kind of ruined looking mad.

Chris began to laugh as he sat up. "I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to!"

Darren stood up. "Likely story."

"I didn't! Would I ever do that to you on purpose?" Darren gave Chris a meaningful look and sat down next to him.

"You hurt my wrist." Chris noticed that Darren was indeed holding his wrist.

"Darren! I'm so sorry! Let me look at it. I've had enough injuries in my day to tell you whether it's at least broken or not." Chris quickly grabbed Darren's arm and pulled it towards him.

"In your day? What are you, three years younger than me? You ain't seen nothin' yet, Colfer," Darren commented as Chris examined his wrist.

Chris decided to ignore him.

"Whelp, it isn't broken. I'm really sorry." Chris moved his hand into the one of Darren's that he wasn't already holding.

Darren shrugged. "Didn't think it would be. And really, it's no big deal. I know you didn't really mean to push me off of my own couch." He kissed Chris's cheek.

Chris smiled and led Darren to the kitchen, promising to make some sort of dessert for them while Darren endlessly complained.

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