Part of Your World (+ Days of Summer) :)
Just imagine Chris saying to Darren, “We need to set rules, otherwise things might get out of hand.”
And Darren just smirks and rolls his eyes because he knows these rules are for Chris because Chris has one of the biggest imaginations of anyone he knows and Darren is pretty confident he has a notebook hidden somewhere full of ideas of what he wants to do to Darren on stage.
So the no touching rule makes sense when Darren pictures Chris pressing up against him on stage to put him off or running his hands over Darren’s chest and arms as he skips round him while he delivers his lines before falling to the ground and throwing his legs in the air and really, who decided this was fair?
But then it’s the last night in Dublin and every night leading up to this moment has felt like foreplay, and Darren’s only about 25% certain the heat he feels under his collar is from all the layers he has to wear as part of his Warblers outfit.
He feels like his body is on fire when Chris comes on stage, his skin buzzing like a live wire that short circuits when Chris shoots him a toothy grin. His face is sweaty and it’s making his hair droop a little over his forehead and - fuck it
Darren throws the rules out of the window. It’s the last night; he won’t get to be this spontaneous again. So he kisses him.
And if that wasn’t the best fucking idea Darren has ever had.
Pensive random headcanon ficlety thing. Chris/Darren, PG.
Darren, in the quiet moments, when he’s contemplating a decision he doesn’t want to have to make, when the stress weighs heavy on him, when he looks older than his years and there are lines around the corners of his eyes - that’s Chris’s favorite Darren.
"How’d you meet?"
"I volunteered to hand out water at an all female marathon."
Confessed by: Anonymous