WINNING IS EVERYTHING (M; Humor/ Romance; CC/ DC; RPF)

Summary: See Part 1.

Disclaimer: See Part 1.

Warnings: See Part 1. Additional: Rating has been updated to M. I think you can pretty much guess why. And if you are a regular reader of mine, you know how I write smut, right? It gets wordy and all, but that's how it is. You can't get milk without squeezing the udder. Or something similar to that. Smut Alert: Bottom!Chris. If that squeaks you, feel free to hit the back button.

A/N: In celebration of the upcoming 2014 PCAs, I decided to continue with this verse. If you need a refresher, you are free to read Part 1 again. Reminder, in this verse, Chris won the Favorite Comedic Actor Award. That does not in any way reflect the outcome of the actual awards show, nor my own personal choice. You ALL know who I want to win (wink, wink). But for the sake of continuity, we are going to follow that plot line. Without further ado, enjoy.

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Winning is Everything -2

By: C.M. Oliver

© 2013

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"Tell me that was a joke!" The shrill voice cut through the private moment of Darren and Chris backstage. The 2014 People's Choice Awards Show was just wrapping up, and the couple was quietly holed up in one of the vacant dressing rooms. Chris' eyes immediately snapped up, the baby blues narrowing slightly at the sight of the owner of said shrill voice.

"This area is cordoned off for winners," said the 23-year old. "Last time I checked, you aren't one of us, Mia."

Mia's face contorted in utter disgust as he noticed the other man in the room doing nothing but watching her passively.

"You have some explaining to do, Darren!" She took a step towards the sitting couple, but Chris promptly stood up and blocked her path, his arms folded across his chest. "Darren owes you nothing. Don't you get it? Your charade is over. Done. Finished. Now get lost!" Chris glared holes through the woman as he felt a restraining hand on his right shoulder. Chris did not need to turn and see how Darren's face mirrored his own.

"Mia, we will talk about this, but not here." The curly-haired actor sighed. "You know the truth. Chris and I are not hiding anymore –"

"I'm supposed to be your girlfriend!" Mia exclaimed. "Now, because of what you did –"

"What we did?" Chris spat out heatedly. "What WE did! How dare you –" the younger actor ignored Darren's silent plea for him to calm down. It was too much, too, too much. "You and that stupid Rick – I don't know who gave you the idea that you can play God with Darren's life –" The countertenor's voice rose with every word. "But it stops, right here –RIGHT NOW!" With a not-so gentle shove, he pushed a shell-shocked Mia Swier out of the room and locked the door behind her, yelling, "Darren Criss is MY boyfriend, you hear me? He's MINE! Not yours, you stupid beard!". By the time he had faced Darren once more, Chris was red in the face, catching his breath. For a few seconds, nothing but the quiet breathing of the two young men could be heard. The monotony was broken by Darren. He smiled.

"I love it when you get physical," he sighed, taking a step towards his boyfriend of two years now (officially) with his arms outstretched. Chris stepped into the welcoming embrace with a smirk.

"I've always wanted to do that."

"What, push Mia Swier out the door and slam it in her face?"

Chris' expression brightened even more.

"No, stake my claim –" he drew closer to the older actor until their lips were mere inches away. "Shout it to her face, to the world –" He landed a chaste peck on the slightly parted Chapstick-ed lips. "That –" Then, another. "You –" And another. "Are –" And another. "Mine." Chris then pulled back in time to see the look in Darren's honey golden eyes change from amusement, to full-blown desire.

"You think she's still on the other side of that door?"

Chris raised an immaculate eyebrow. "I'm pretty sure she is. Along with a few other people who would not like it that we are alone together in this room -"

A not-so gentle shove punctuated Chris' words as Darren forcefully pushed the younger man against the locked door. Chris could feel the hardwood digging into his expensive suit-clad back. On any other circumstance, the muffled pain would register with him. This time however, that was numbed by something else permeating his senses: lust.

"This door –is a very –thin door," the glasz-eyed young man said in between pants. He could feel the heat rising up to his face from his core at his lover's intense and unwavering gaze Darren merely smiled, further pinning Chris against the door with his body. Chris could feel the beginnings of Darren's arousal against his thigh –it only served to fuel his own.

"It –is highly likely –that we can be heard from –from outside –" It was increasingly becoming very hard for Chris to talk as the heat from his core spread down to every last inch of his body. Darren was still at it –staring at him with golden eyes, like he was the only thing in existence in the world; it was enough to melt Chris into a puddle of goo. A low breathy moan escaped the younger actor's lips without him meaning to.

"Darren…"

The lips on him were domineering, claiming, demanding; the hands were tightly wrapped around his delicate wrists –it was sure to bruise, but for once, Chris did not mind. This was something that he knew and accepted that had to happen. He and Darren had done this so many times in the past –in hidden rooms, at ungodly hours. They were always hiding, always holding back… but tonight changed that. No more shadows, no more cloak and dagger…

Darren's lips finally left Chris' now-bruised mouth and had managed to find that delicate patch of alabaster skin at the juncture between the younger man's neck and shoulder –the one that never fails to elicit a moan of pleasure. He sucked gently but firmly, and was rewarded by a needy groan.

"God, Dare –don't, don't hold back…" An unspoken permission to mark him went on, as the older actor increased the pressure, his hands wandering further, discarding buttons and undoing ties. Darren was loquacious in public, but Chris was pleasantly surprised to discover that the man was rather subdued when being intimate. Darren was rarely expressive in private, unlike his public persona. In fact, Chris could only count in the fingers of one hand the number of times he had seen Darren lose himself. When he had asked the curly-haired actor about it, Darren merely smiled and kissed him chastely on the lips. If it was because the man had reservations about being 'caught in the act' or he was being careful because he was Chris' first real relationship, it was unclear. Personally, Chris thought it was a little of both –he had always felt safe with the 26-year old, regardless.

And it pained him, pained him to no end that they both had to hide and stop themselves from freely expressing what they felt in public.

The sound of a zipper being pulled down brought Chris back to present. His blue eyes looked down and were met by the golden gaze looking up at him. Darren's pupils were lust-blown, he was biting his lower lip, staring up at Chris from his spot on the carpeted floor. He was on his knees.

"Want to be on how long before I make you scream?" Darren teased before completely freeing Chris of his lower garments and enveloping the turgid cock revealed thus, in his mouth. Chris had to bite his lower lip to prevent losing the bet right then and there. He stared Darren in the eye.

"Fuck you." Darren's only reply was to increase the pressure of his tongue against the underside of Chris' sensitive erection, right against the large vein that never failed to drive him nuts. A low hum sounded from the older actors throat as he began to bob on the spit-covered phallus, going deeper and deeper in each pass.

Not even a minute in, and Chris could already feel the climax building up within his core. Darren's mouth, lips and tongue were as talented as the rest of him. The only thing Chris could do to prevent himself from screaming in ecstasy was bang his head steadily against the door behind him.

"Fuck –fuck –Dare –" Chris hand's found their way towards Darren's curls and grabbed onto them really tight. But even so, he was unsure whether he had wanted to pull the older man off of him or ram his dangerously aroused cock into the warmth of the man's throat. Darren felt rather than saw the hesitance in his younger lover's face. Gently, he pulled away to look into those ocean orbs he loved so much.

"Babe? Let it go." And just like that, four magic words, and Chris was back on his way to bliss. The world beyond the thin wooden door was in pure chaos, but it did not matter anymore. In the secluded portion of that dressing room, time stood still as clothes and shoes flew all around, buttons popped and seams ripped apart in haste. By tomorrow, the two actors would be both covered in hickeys and bruises and dried cum, but it did not matter to them at that moment.

Somehow, Chris and Darren found themselves in reverse positions, with Chris kneeling in front of his boyfriend, both of them bared to the last inch of sweat-soaked skin, still against the door. Darren smirked.

"It's quiet out there –and I still haven't – made you scream."

Chris rolled his eyes.

"Give up, Darren." He slowly stood up, trailing kisses against Darren's flushed skin, leaving goose bumps in his wake. "Although, I would have – imagined them trying to –back-hoe their – way in here –by now." Chris lips halted as his eyes leveled with the older actor's. Darren had that mischievous look in them.

"You're too quiet –we're too quiet –" In one swift move, Darren pushed Chris back in his position against the door and wrapped the pale-skinned actor's legs around his waist. "I bet –I bet with one scream –they'd be bringing battering rods to tear this place down –" Hungrily, Darren captured a gaping Chris' mouth and without further ado sheathed his rock-hard cock inside Chris' warmth.

"UNGH! FUCK!" The scream that left Chris' lips was a mixture of pain and pleasure –the two of them had gone without preparation before, so it wasn't a foreign sensation. The burn it caused was actually mild compared to what Chris had expected, probably because he was so far gone. The thrill of performing for an audience, combined with the euphoria of finally being able to express themselves freely in public took over any discomfort. All that Chris could feel at that moment was how perfect Darren fitted inside of him –like they were made of a single piece before halved down the middle. It was always a surreal feeling whenever Darren claimed him or vice versa, but then, at that moment, it was perfection.

It felt much like winning everything.

The ecstasy quickly reached insurmountable heights as skin slapped against skin, flesh pounded against wood, moans dueled with pants and cries emerged victorious over tightly closed lips. Darren's steady pistoning into Chris's tight channel soon became erratic. And in a few seconds, their voices rang in a duet of completion.

"Dare –I'm gonna –"

"Fuck –Chris –Yes –"

Thick ropes of milky cum erupted like a fountain, covering the two actor's bare skin as Chris orgasmed. At the very same time, Darren was shooting his own load, deep within his beloved, effectively marking him as his own for the nth time. It was a routine that had been long-standing, and yet, that instance felt like something new.

Darren felt the strains on his leg muscles not long after. With a deep breath, he tightened his grip on a still-recovering Chris and slowly brought them towards the nearby couch. Darren gently laid his boyfriend down as he too collapsed right next to him. Both men had sated glows around them. Chris smiled at his lover.

"God, that felt –"

But before Chris could even finish his train of thought, a loud sound interrupted him.

'BANG! BANG! BANG!'

"OPEN THE DOOR! DAMN YOU –CHRIS! DARREN! OPEN THIS DOOR NOW!"

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A/N: Oops! Who is at the door? Does this mean we get another chapter? Who wants Part 3? Let me know:

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