Who Really Knows, Anyway--A CrissColfer Fanfiction

Chapter 9

Darren woke up on the couch, sitting on Chris' lap. Sunlight streamed in through the windows, and the warmth of both this light and Chris' strong arms made him sigh with content. This felt perfect. He glanced at the clock, hoping he wouldn't be late for work, then realized it was a Saturday. Even better!

Darren scooted up and kissed the top of Chris' head, his lips grazing the soft brown hair. Then he kissed his forehead, then his nose, then one cheek, the other cheek, and finally, kissed his lips. Chris opened his eyes.

"Morning," Chris mumbled, beginning to smile. Darren had woken him up in the best way possible.

"Good morning, sleepy head. Did you sleep well?"

"Of course I did. You were right here with me," Chris replied lovingly. Darren nuzzled into his chest.

"You want breakfast? I can make pancakes," Darren said into Chris' shirt.

"Sure. Let's cook," Chris said, and the two men got up and walked into the kitchen.

"You have any mix?" Darren asked as he peered into the cabinet.

"No, but I know a recipe from scratch. At least, I hope I remember it," Chris said. They began pulling out ingredients and combining them in a bowl. Darren danced around the kitchen, taking Chris' hand and twirling him. Chris laughed, and allowed Darren to dip him and kiss him on the lips.

"Okay," Chris said as he finished stirring the concoction, "That just about does it!"

"Wait!" Darren exclaimed, and rushed over to the pantry. He pulled out a package of chocolate chips, opened it with his teeth, and emptied the entire bag in. "Much better."

Chris stirred them in and poured spoonfuls onto the griddle. He grinned up at Darren. "Now we wait!"

They walked back over to the couch and sat down. Darren immediately placed his lips on Chris', and Chris giggled like a happy toddler. Darren's silly quirks and cute laugh drove him absolutely crazy.

Chris' tongue wriggled inside Darren's mouth and Darren lay down, Chris falling on top of him. Darren's fingers laced themselves through Chris' hair and their legs intertwined. Chris wrapped his hands around Darren, holding his back, pressing their chests as close together as possible.

Chris felt Darren's hips against his, quickly realizing that his boyfriend had just as big of a problem as he did down there.

Well, that settles it, Chris thought happily, If I still thought he was totally straight, I wouldn't think so anymore!

Darren moved his hips slowly, grinding against Chris' slender but muscular body. He ran his fingers through the brown locks, and he couldn't help but let out a quiet moan. Chris was truly an excellent kisser.

Darren had the crazy urge to slip his hands down. Why not? he thought, and moved his hands to rest on Chris' lower back.Then, his hips, then one hand delved between the men's twitching pelvises.

Chris nearly gasped. Darren had put his hand on Chris' crotch.

Oh my god, Chris thought, What do I do?

Nothing, he decided. He moved his own fingers up to Darren's wild curls and continued kissing him. He had to admit, Darren's hand felt pretty good down there.

Darren left his hand like that for a few moments, but before long he couldn't repress his urge to do more. Luckily, he controlled his thoughts of ripping off all his clothes, and settled for slipping his thumb inside Chris' sweat pants. Holy crap was all Darren could think.

Holy crap was all Chris could think as well. Slowly, he moved his own hands down to the back of Darren's neck, then down to his lower back, then, carefully, he slipped his hands onto Darren's butt.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

"The pancakes!" Chris shouted, and hastily jumped off of Darren and ran for the kitchen. All that remained of their pancakes were a few blackened circles.

"It's okay," Darren said, close behind, "We still have half a batch not cooking yet. We'll just use that." Then he blushed, realizing what he and Chris had just done.

Chris picked up the spatula and scraped the burnt pancakes into the sink, then shut off the smoke alarm. He poured some more batter onto the griddle and turned around.

"Let's hope it goes better this time," he said, and smiled. Darren came and put an arm around his shoulder.

They watched the pancakes very carefully, and when the time was right, Chris flipped them high up into the air.

"Wow! You have some skills, Mr. Colfer! Any more secret talents you want to share?" Darren said, applauding.

"Well, I can flip pancakes, pour cereal, and sometimes even make toast," Chris joked.

"And don't forget, you do all that while still managing to be incredibly sexy," Darren said. Then he turned bright red.

Once the pancakes were cooked, the two sat down at the table and began to eat. Both Darren and Chris were very hungry, and they gobbled their food like they hadn't eaten in days. In fact, Darren was so ferocious with his food that he ended up getting chocolate all over his face.

Chris leaned across the table and kissed Darren's nose.

"You have something here," he kissed his cheek, "Here," he kissed his other cheek, "Here," he kissed his chin, "And here," he kissed his lips. Darren smiled, enjoying the cute way Chris cleaned him up. Then Chris got up and took their plates to the sink.

"Thanks," Chris said as he came back to the table.

"Why are you thanking me? You did all the work," Darren replied, confused.

"No, I mean... Thanks. For being Darren."