When he arrived at Darren's apartment Chris stepped inside, vividly remembering what it had been like to be here the last time. How he had written at the desk by the window, the fridge with rows and rows of Diet Coke, just for him, and the couch where they had slept in each other's arms. He felt safe here and welcomed. Darren turned on a few lights and went straight to the kitchen.

"Are you hungry or thirsty?" he asked.

"Not particularly," Chris answered and walked towards the tall table.

"Not even a Diet Coke?" Darren asked, arching a brow.

"Yeah, maybe." Chris sat down on one of the tall stools and watched Darren. He was stunningly beautiful in the dimmed light and Chris couldn't help following the outline of his body; his broad chest and his strong arms, flexing whenever he moved; the bulge, visible, but held back by the tight jeans and his perfectly shaped ass. Chris cleared his throat and felt the unease of too little room in his own jeans.

Darren caught his unabashed stare and closed the fridge slowly as he approached the table with a small smile that made his eyes sparkle.

"You don't give a fuck about that Coke right now, do you?"

"I couldn't care less," Chris answered without breaking eye contact.

Darren let his fingers run along the edge of the kitchen table as he walked around the table to reach Chris. Then he skimmed his hands down Chris' arms, barely touching him until Chris shivered underneath his touch. "Tell me what you want," Darren whispered. "I'll do anything you want me to." He breathed against Chris' neck, spreading feather light kisses from a soft spot behind his ears, down the side of his neck to his collar bone.

Chris dropped his head backwards to give Darren access. "I want you," he stuttered and grabbed Darren's shoulders to keep him close.

"You can have me," Darren stated, "all of me for as long as you want and as often as you want. I'm yours for the taking." He stroked the inner side of Chris' thighs and spread them gently apart to allow his own hips to fit in. Chris worked with him eagerly and moaned when he suddenly sensed Darren growing against him.

"Get hard for me," Chris begged. "I want to feel you." He put his hands on Darren's ass and grinded up against him.

Darren watched him, eyes dark and lips parted, bending Chris' knees until his hips tilted in a perfect angle. He pressed their cocks against each other while Chris moved his hands to the dark curls, pulling them slightly before he received Darren's open mouth. It felt so good to be handled, to be led. Darren pushed him gently up against the edge of the table, making sure their cocks still grinded and with a needy moan, Chris wrapped his legs around Darren's hips. They kissed, sloppy and greedy, crashing lips together that had longed for this forever.

"I have dreamed about this a thousand times," Darren gushed and buried his face in the crook of Chris' neck.

"Me, too." Chris rested his head against Darren's. "Every night before I fell asleep I pictured you, warm and naked, right beside me."

"What did it feel like?" Darren asked.

Chris drew a shallow breath and tilted his pelvis even more. "It felt great, but it can never be compared to how good this feels now."

"I'm glad to hear that," Darren whispered and reached down between them to cup Chris. He squeezed lightly before he pushed downwards with the heel of his hand.

Chris panted. "Shit," he huffed out. "It's getting pretty tight down there."

Without a word Darren lifted him from the stool with his hands underneath Chris' ass, and carried him through the living room and into the bedroom. Once there he let Chris slide down again, grinding against him. "Let's untie you," he mumbled and unbuttoned Chris' pants.

Chris could feel his cock hurt by the attention in the limited space as he exhaled through pursed lips. "Take your time, baby, I don't want it to ... to end too ... soon ... I mean ... oh fuck that felt good ... I just."

Darren shut him up with a kiss and smiled against his lips. "Don't worry, Chris, we'll make it last ... for awhile at least. We're just getting started."

"I know, I know ... just think about that for a moment ... there is so much sex out there in our future ... and we can ... just do it ... " Chris felt the earth move underneath his feet when Darren had found one of his nipples underneath his shirt. "Oh God, yes."

"You're so cute when you're turned on," Darren mumbled against his skin. His hands roamed upwards, taking the shirt with him until Chris lifted his arms and let Darren pull the shirt all the way over his head. The cool air in the bedroom hit his heated skin and added to the pleasure.

"You're gorgeous," Darren said and let the palm of his hand rest possessively on Chris' heaving chest. "So perfect in every way."

Chris looked at Darren, completely confident that he meant every word spoken and he felt the adoration wrap him like a warm blanket. He couldn't remember having been this wanted ever in his life. "Thank you," he whispered. "I feel perfect with you."

With trembling fingers he unbuttoned Darren's white shirt until his chest and stomach were revealed. Sprinkles of hair spread from the dip between his collarbones, down to his hard nipples before they skipped the top of the stomach and continued from the belly button and disappeared into his pants like a road to the Promised Land. He palmed up Darren's chest and pushed the shirt off of his shoulders and down his arms; and right before the shirt would have dropped to the floor, Chris held on to Darren's wrists behind his back and spread kisses down his neck, sucking and scraping marks with his teeth. Darren swayed in his arms with a whimpering sound.

"I like the way you taste," Chris mumbled, aroused by Darren's maleness and strong scent.

"What do I taste like?" Darren asked hoarsely.

Chris let his tongue lick along a strong, visible vein. "You taste like desire and heat," Chris answered and let go of Darren's hands again before he pressed their foreheads together and breathed shakily. "Your taste reminds me of a thousand things I've dreamed about doing to you. So many ways to pleasure you and take care of you."

Darren's voice dropped. "Chris ... I ...," he started, but forgot what he wanted to say when his hands slipped into Chris' boxers, cupping his ass, parting his cheeks slightly.

Chris whimpered in anticipation. He wanted this to last forever but he was so turned on that he hardly knew what day it was. He curled his arms around Darren's neck and crashed in for another kiss, taking in all that he could, because how could he ever be satisfied enough if he didn't have it all? His breath got caught. "This is so good," he stuttered and thrust forward.

Darren pushed downwards, taking pants and boxers with him until Chris stood naked in front of him. Then he got down on his knees and pulled the pants all the way off while Chris' throbbing cock bounced for attention.

Darren smiled by the look of it. "You're beautiful," he said and closed his fingers around it. Chris moaned from the perfect pressure and the sight. Darren took him in - from the tip of his cock, continuing down the sides and controlling every move and slide with his tongue until Chris could hardly stand on his own two feet.

"Whoa," Darren said and supported him. "Maybe you should lie down instead."

Chris thankfully dropped down on the bed behind him and spread his legs. His skin was sensitive and his naked body on display, but he didn't feel exposed in any way. He thrived from the attention and felt available and turned on by Darren's dark stare and husky voice as he too stripped down to nothing, but glowing, naked skin and strong thighs. They lingered on each other for awhile; let eyes follow curves and dips, dwelling on the mutual desire until it threatened to absorb them. Darren leaned over and stroked Chris' inner thighs before he settled between them. With big eyes he followed Darren's every move when he dipped down and took Chris in his mouth completely. The wet, warm suction send him through the roof and a throaty deep moan escaped him. Every coherent thought left his mind and only one thing stayed behind. He wanted this more than the air he breathed and he clutched the sheets underneath him the moment Darren began moving up and down.

"I'm not going to last," Chris whimpered moments later, too unhinged to keep still.

Darren let go with a long slow suction. "I better give you a break then, because I'm not finished; not by far," he whispered half smiling as he let his own cock run along Chris' thigh and hovered above him on all fours.

Chris exhaled slowly and tried to center himself. He wanted to last and he wanted more, so much more - but Darren was not making it easy. He put his hand behind Darren's neck and pulled him down for a kiss. "You just really enjoy teasing, don't you?" he mumbled against Darren's mouth.

"I do," Darren admitted boyishly and got down on top of Chris. He pulled his knees up on each side of Chris and let their leaking cocks meet without moving too much. Chris wrapped his arms around Darren and held on tight. They got quiet and lingered in the skin against skin embrace while they tried to wind down for a bit. Chris let his fingers draw patterns on Darren's back, following his spine further and further down, from between his shoulder blades to his lower back. Hesitatingly he stopped just above his ass, close to his crack, waiting for permission. Darren gave it to him by pushing his ass upwards and breathing a bit heavier against Chris' neck. Without a word Chris moved on and let his hands run down the full cheeks, spreading them slightly apart. Darren panted and Chris found his mouth and plunged deep into him with his tongue as he let a single finger run along his crack, circling his entrance.

"Damn it, Chris."

"Are you okay?" Chris asked gently.

"Yeah, I'm good." Darren whimpered and spread his legs further apart. "I just want it really bad."

Chris kept his finger moving. "Do you have anything?"

"Yes, yes," Darren stuttered and got up on one elbow as he rummaged through his drawer next to the bed. "Sorry, it's just been awhile." Finally he found what he was looking for and handed Chris a small tube. Chris carefully lubricated his fingers before he reached down again and gently worked with the lube until he could push one finger inside. Darren threw his head back and inhaled in pleasure.

"Does it hurt too much?" Chris asked.

Darren just shook his head with eyes closed and pushed down on his finger with a deep moan. "Easy," Chris whispered. "It will hurt if you move too fast."

Bit by bit Chris opened Darren, making sure they both took their time. His own erection was getting painfully hard and he almost lost control over it when he realized Darren wanted to come down on him. "You're sure you're ready?" Chris asked with big dark eyes.

"I'm more than ready," Darren assured, warm and beautiful, locking eyes with him as he guided Chris into the right angle.

Pleasure shot through Chris as he penetrated and the tightness almost made him come too soon. He desperately held Darren down, prompting him not to move for a moment. Darren bit his lip and moaned quietly. "It's unreal how good you feel to me."

"We're good together, right?" Chris panted.

"We're perfect together," Darren answered and moved slightly.

Then Chris met him, thrusting up, slowly and carefully at first until Darren took control and went down on him completely while he picked up pace. The sensation was out of this world and buried deep inside of Darren everything else ceased to matter to Chris. They moved perfectly together with lingering eyes and arching backs until Darren was falling apart. Chris helped him the rest of the way by grabbing his cock and working him over the edge. A roar that escalated into the sound of Chris' name was released from Darren's chest as he came hard in waves. And every wave made his muscles clench around Chris who only had to thrust upwards a few times more before he came, too. The release shook his body with pleasure and satisfaction as he clanged on to it, overpowered by the force of it. Panting and sweating, Darren collapsed on top of him and they both held on to each other as they rode out their orgasms.

Chris absentmindedly played with Darren's damp curls. "Beautiful, beautiful boy," he whispered emotionally.

Darren lifted his head and looked at Chris with the softest expression ever. "You're so special to me," he mumbled. "You're changing my world."

"As you change mine."

They stayed in the tender moment until the stickiness between their bodies got too gross to be ignored. Darren reached for some tissues and carefully he cleaned up a sleepy Chris who still followed his every move. Then Darren quickly disappeared into the bathroom, leaving Chris completely satisfied and taken care of, still riding in the afterglow. If a heart could break from too much happiness, his was cracking this very moment.

Darren quietly got under the sheets again and Chris turned his back to him, became the little spoon and intertwined their fingers before he made their hands rest on his stomach. Darren nuzzled against his neck and Chris couldn't imagine anything else feeling so much like home.

Lay down

Your sweet and weary head

Night is falling

You have come to journey's end

Sleep now and dream

Of the ones who came before

They are calling

From across the distant shore

Why do you weep?

What are these tears upon your face?

Soon you will see

All of your fears will pass away

Safe in my arms

You're only sleeping

What can you see on the horizon?

Why do the white gulls call?

Across the sea a pale moon rises

The ships have come to carry you home

And all will turn to silver glass

A light on the water

All souls pass

Darren kept his eyes closed despite the fact that he was fully awake - and instead he let the pure bliss seep into his bones until it centered its sense of purpose in his heart. He could hear Chris breathe calmly beside him, still asleep, and to Darren it was the best sound in the world.

Being back in LA and back with Chris was everything he had longed for the past two weeks. He had tried to hide everything about Chris to his family, mostly to buy Chris some time, but it had been a lost cause when it came to his mother of course. She had seen right through him, sick or not. She had also prompted him to return to LA a lot sooner than he did, because she had seen how much he had missed Chris. But he had stayed for his dad's sake and he was happy that he had, even now. He would bring Chris with him the next time he was heading home, he just didn't want to rush him it in any way.

He lazily cracked his eyes open, trying to adjust to the sunlight streaming through the small gaps in the curtain. His mind drifted back to yesterday that had been everything and so much more than he had ever dared hoping for. He would have been happy if they'd just gotten together again and had kissed. But Chris constantly surprised him and Darren hadn't fully realized how clarified Chris had gotten while they had been apart. There's only so much you can say on a phone or to a screen when you're skyping anyway. And just like that Chris had blown him away from the moment they saw each other again. The song he had sung, the touches, the adoration in his eyes and his need to be with Darren - it had been a true gift and the biggest declaration of love Darren had ever gotten in his life. Thinking back to all the times he had seen Chris around campus or at Belleville's, feeling so strongly that there was something about him that he couldn't walk away from - he felt more than lucky. How can anybody explain something like that? This summer would forever be a mark on his timeline, dividing his life story into before and after Chris.

He let his eyes run over the sleeping man next to him; curves and dips, perfectly shaping the body he had been drooling over last night. Funny how attraction is such a mix of pure sex and desire - and then this mind blowing emotional connection with a personality and another human's soul.

He loved Chris.

There was no doubt in his mind. It was too soon to say it out loud like it was too soon to ask him to move in, but for now it was good enough knowing how he felt on his own part.

He turned in bed to get a better look at Chris, but by moving a sharp pain send a sweet reminder through his body about the night before. He couldn't help smiling. That had really been something and if not an entirely new experience, it had felt like the first time.

Chris still looked peaceful, but Darren registered a change in the steady breathing. "Are you awake?" he whispered.

Chris' eyes fluttered. "No."

"Okay," Darren said with a grin and let his palm run down Chris' strong back. "Are you awake now?" he then asked.

"Not a chance, because the moment I wake up, you'll just jump out of bed and begin making breakfast," Chris answered with eyes still shut tightly.

Darren chuckled. "I will not. I swear."

"You did last time we slept together."

"That was something entirely different and I was embarrassed, actually."

Chris opened one eye and smirked. "I told you there was nothing to be embarrassed about. I liked sleeping next to you. I still like that a lot."

Darren let his fingers run through Chris' hair from the neck and upwards until Chris hummed in pleasure. "See, this is so much better than breakfast."

"It is," Darren admitted and moved closer to peck a kiss on Chris' cheek.

"How are you feeling by the way?" Chris asked and looked up.

"I'm fucking sore, what can I say."

Chris hid his head in the pillow to muffle his laughter. "Oh god, I'm so sorry," he said. "I should have been gentler. But as I recall it you didn't hesitate at all!"

"Are you kidding me?" Darren asked and got up on one elbow. "I wanted it so bad I could taste it," he said.

"Me, too," Chris added and got halfway on top of Darren with a goofy smile.

Darren smiled back. "Speaking of recalling, do you remember rambling about how much sex we could have in the future?"

Chris blushed. "Um ... yea, sort of. And the thought of it still ... kind of turns me on," he said and searched for Darren's mouth. Darren teased him by turning his head in last minute. "Oh no, you're not going anywhere," Chris stated laughing and pinned him down until he caught Darren's lips and kissed him.

Darren sighed satisfied into it and gave access, just enjoying the tingling sensation Chris always gave him whenever they were close. "What are your plans for today?" he asked when Chris broke and just gazed at him with blue eyes going on forever.

"To stay here in bed with you."

"You can stay here for as long as you want. And not just in my bed, but in the apartment too I mean. We could get whatever stuff you need from the dorm later today."

A smile twitched the corner of Chris' mouth. "But it's not like I'm moving in with you, right? Because that would be a bit too soon."

"No, no, of cause not ... I mean ... yeah, totally too soon."

Chris bit his lip, teasingly. "But I would probably have to bring my computer."

"Sure. The table's there for you, you know."

"And I already have a toothbrush but other toiletries could come in handy, too."

"You just bring it. I can clear some space in the cabinet," Darren said eagerly.

"But wouldn't that be too much moving in?" Chris asked and tried to hide a smile.

"No, not at all. It would just be easier, you know, more convenient."

"Ooh, you're smooth now. How about books? Can I take some books?"

"Absolutely. I don't have enough books as it is. It would make me look smarter," Darren answered, enjoying whatever they were doing right now.

"I have to bring some clothes, too," Chris continued.

"The more the better; less laundry days."

"Or ... I could wear your clothes ... then you'd have to walk around naked."

"Oh my god. Who's being clever now, huh?" Darren said and got up on his elbows. "If I'm naked, you're naked too!"

Chris moved up and stole another kiss. "Says who?"

"I do," Darren answered, slightly distracted when Chris pushed him down again and pinned his wrists over his head. Chris' tongue found its way into his mouth and Darren closed his eyes and kissed back, completely satisfied with his position. "So you're spending most of your time here, bringing a lot of your stuff," Darren summed up when Chris had moved on to his jaw and his neck. "Isn't that kind of like moving in?"

No, not at all," Chris stated and moved down to his nipples, taking his time with each one.

Darren felt a familiar rush of desire sending blood down south. "Well ... I'm glad we're cleared on ... that part ... and had this conversation," he whimpered.

"You're talking too much, Dare."

"God Chris ... that is just soo ... "

"I know," Chris said and moved further down.