Chris Colfer

I've tried being other people.. and myself suits me the best. *rp blog only*

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Text || Crisscolfer

Darren: I've just been asked, and asked, and why not show off my boyfriend? Besides, ma wants to cook for you again.

Darren: Maybe feed to that ass a little bit. :P

Chris: Oooo. You had me at your mother's cooking.

Chris: Hey! :P

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Darren: Are you not sure you want to visit my family babe?

Darren: It's just that the DMV should know you've got a nice ass, not that you'd need any more proof other than turning around.

Chris: Of course I do! It's just been a while. Your mom and dad are wonderful and I'd really like to see them again.

Chris: Right! Haha! You're funny, Dare.

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Darren: Well I want you to visit me, but us visiting my parents couldn't hurt. It's been a hot minute since we did visit them.

Darren: You've got a flight with your name on it sir, so yes.

Darren: It's your code name actually. Second code name because "Nice Ass" isn't allowed as the name on a plane ticket apparently.

Chris: I'd ask if you're sure but you've made it clear that you are. Sorry. That just shocked me for a second.

Chris: Cute. Real cute. I can try getting that printed on my license as a second and third middle name but I'm not sure the DMV will let me. :P

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HE SOUNDS SO ANNOYED FOR BEING DISTURBED OH MY GOD.

[hrh-chris-colfer]

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Darren: So how would you feel about visiting my parents.

Darren: On a scale of one, to I've already booked the flights anyway?

Chris: ..You want me to go visit your parents?

Chris: Hang on. You booked tickets?!

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Texts || Crisscolfer

Darren: It's rude mister.

Darren: Mmm pretending is my day job, so I'd rather stay there instead of a hotel. Besides, in a house we're allowed to be as loud as we want, so long as the people in the street don't hear us.

Darren: And by that I mean it sounds like it's a date so long as you don't keep picking at my wonderful fashion choices.

Chris: Alright. Fine. I'll give up picking on you if you give me a reason for having to try not to scare my neighbors if we're staying at my house.

Chris: Or get the cops called on us because someone thinks we're beating the crap out of each other.

Chris: Again.

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Texts || Crisscolfer

Darren: I'd try to argue that but it's a losing battle.

Chris: My point is proven here.

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Texts || Crisscolfer

Darren: Are you talking shit about my clothes then trying to act sweet? Christopher.

Darren: It's a nice shirt, but I suppose we can do the touristy things since you're here, otherwise I was going to lock myself up in my hotel.

Chris: Yes. Yes. I am.

Chris: Sure it is.

Chris: No. I want to go to the beach and pretend I didn't buy a house /somewhere around here/ that we could be staying at instead of a hotel. Just because. Let's hit up some tourist shops and everything. Be an idiot with me?

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Buttermilk the baby goat is kind of a dick.

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Parkour!

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This is my favourite thing ever

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i am the black goat in life

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Texts || Crisscolfer

Chris: When you're done playing in the sand, I think we should do the South Beach tourist thing now that I'm here. Yes?

Chris: I'll even let you wear that god awful loud shirt that's hanging in the closet. Where'd you get that? It looks like a lilac and a pineapple threw up on some cotton and viola! You had to wear it!

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Texts || Crisscolfer

Darren: I'm a good loser, when I'm a loser and well...

Chris: Well...that happens more often than not when it comes to arguing with me. :P

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Missing Him Was Dark Grey || Crisscolfer

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Darren’s breath hitched as soon as he was completely buried deep inside Chris.  He gave Chris all the time he needed. He always did, no matter how desperate he was, nor how many times he was able to tell him that he had everything under control, there was still that need for him to be relaxed completely. Before he found pleasure he always needed to make sure that Chris was fine, that he was comfortable. He could feel him relax slowly and he almost naturally slipped deeper inside of him. “Oh fuck.” Darren breathed. He groaned under his breath as their bodies were pressing together as close as they could. Darren moved his hands over the younger man’s sides, settling on his hips for now. When Chris pushed back against him to get him to moving a little faster, his hand dropped to his hip and slowly started pulling back. Letting out a shaky breath he kept moving his hips back until he was only halfway in before he snapped his hips forward, gasping at the feeling of his lover’s tightness squeezing around him.  Darren kept him close when he started to move. He wrapped his arms around his hips to lower his body until his chest pressed against Chris’ back. He groaned and pulled back, letting Chris and himself feel the heavy drag until he pushed back inside of him with a moan, his hands splaying over Chris’ stomach. Rambling was his way of keeping himself grounded. It never failed that once they were close that his mouth simply wouldn’t close, for lack of actually being able to form words, but also needing to know that he was there with him. Clearly neither of them minded because it was never talked about, it was just part of their on going routine when they were together. 

Resting against Chris he pressed another kiss to his neck. Darren had a good hold on him that he knew that he wasn’t going anywhere. By this point  Darren was becoming slightly cocky, just from the sake of being the one in control of all of this. It wasn’t until Chris had clenched around him that caused a howling moan to escape his lips. He was beyond lost in his reaction that he wasn’t able to control a sharp needy thrust up into him. His hand dropped down to his hip to regain some sense of control. He loved how he would get louder and less reckless while they continued moving together perfectly. A groan escaped the older man when Chris moved with the force of his thrusts and he panted heavily, sweat building up on his body and he couldn’t stop breathing hard against Chris’ skin. leaned in to bite at his neck once again but he felt his hair being pulled and his mouth instantly went slack as his moaned loudly. It was impossible to hide when he knew how much of a hair thing he had. Always had and as soon as Chris’ fingers threaded their way through his hair he started to speed up, it was easy to become messy when he was lost in him like he was. Chris’ pleas never went unnoticed. He watched his reaction to one particular thrust.  “Harder sweetheart?” Darren asked playfully, stilling his hips for a brief moment just to tease him. “Like what? Like this?” He smirked, knowing that he couldn’t see him. He pulled almost all the way out again, slamming his hips forward with a loud moan until he kept pushing in hard, pulling Chris back with every thrust.

This was maybe the easiest way for Darren to prove to Chris how much he missed him. Every fucking second he went through not being able to say how much he needed him over the phone. It seemed weird. If they would have just been more verbal before they wouldn’t be in the state that they were in where they were as needy as they were. He couldn’t complain. He did miss having Chris in this exact position for this exact reason because he didn’t have to use his words, he was able to prove to him how much he missed it, and he always made damn sure he’d be able to feel it later as well, if New York was any explanation.  He braced himself, feeling twists of excitement and arousal in his belly with every push and pull. He nearly pulled out almost all the way and took his breath away completely when he slammed his hips forward again. A smirk came to his lips, helping Chris keep his hips still so he could thrust as hard as he wanted to. A low noise of pleasure fell from his lips and he snapped his hips forward, over and over again, fucking Chris as hard and fast as he could now, reveling in the noise their hips made whenever they collided. There was a brief moment he stilled just to roll his hips forward, causing his cock to slide in deeper, seeking that spot inside of Chris that he knew would make him lose whatever was left of the self control that he had coursing through him. He did after all ask for it to be harder and faster, but he needed him on edge with him. There was a heat coiling in the pit of his stomach that wasn’t fading any time soon. “You feel fucking amazing baby” he grunted as he thrust back up into him. His cock was throbbing at this point, so hard it ached that he needed more, he needed him to be able to fall apart with every thrust he had.  Darren never failed to be very vocal. Not with Chris. He was able to make him feel this good and on edge each and every single time he was with him. He’d never been one hold back on him, he needed him to know exactly how amazing he felt and how much he loved every second of feeling him. “Fuck Christ- I mean Chris.” he groaned pulling him back down on his cock. 

Chris silently swore to God that if Darren stayed still for much longer?  He was going to go crazy on him for the sheer torture that stopping was putting him through.  A blank glare was given to the headboard as he cinched his teeth together and hissed a breath through them.  He meant every word he said when he asked that Darren just throw caution to the wind and take him. Stopping wasn’t in the books for Chris past that point.  Clenching around Darren tightly all over again seeing as how the first time earned him a sharp cry and an even harder shove of Darren’s hips?  Chris was a pile of groans on the sheets while trying to battle the last of his control letting loose and not shouting to Darren that he take him.  He shuddered and stared harder at the wall, fingers jerking in Darren’s hair like he was chiding him without having to say a word.  Oh, it took every bit of him not to.  His teeth bit hard onto his bottom lip to keep his trap shut causing moans to be muffled and whimpers to stop all together.  Another curve of his back had him inching forward causing Darren to move in him and his inner thighs shook in delight.  No secret that Chris could be impatient from time to time and this was quickly becoming the one of those occasions.  Then it happened.  It was that thrust Darren watched for his reaction to that had Chris’s eyes rolling white and a grunt opening his mouth all over again.  There!  There!  Perfect!  Oh God!  Worth the almost non-existent wait barely grazed over what that felt like.  Head tossed back and fingers clutching onto Darren’s curls, the younger man felt him entering him throughout his entire body.  Goosebumps raised where flesh burned and he shuddered nodding rapidly to Darren’s question before he could even try to find his voice. “Yes..Yes!  Just--oh God--just like that,” his tone trembled as he melted down onto his forearms against the mattress.

Slender fingers untangled from Darren’s hair and Chris quickly became undone relinquishing every piece of himself over to the man behind him, letting Darren take over how hard he was pulled backwards by a pair of strong hands that he craved the gripping touch of.  The sound of Darren’s moan sent another ribbon of heat over the insides of his groin and he was biting his tongue to keep from screaming as he turned his head to look up over his back at the picture of Darren holding his hips and taking him just the way he wanted to.  Chris fell forward onto his elbows, forearms pressed tight against the comforter and white knuckled fists clung to the sheets.  His slender frame jerked with each hard thrust up into him and he swore that he was about ready to scream before Darren rolled his hips in and pushed deeper.  Once he did?  The sound ripped free from his throat in a fever pitch.  Chris wasn’t known to be silent during sex either.  Not by a long shot.  Not when he was getting this unravelled.  Strong hands held his hips when his willpower and strength failed to keep them lifted. A gaping mouth made his biting the fabric held tightly between his hands and he only saw black from his eyes rolling up or the faint reflection of Darren behind him in the woodgrain of the headboard he stared at when his gaze turned blue again.  Hold in what the fuck you’re going to say, Colfer.  Don’t you dare let it out!  But, God, he was so close to doing it.  So close to not giving a damn what Darren would say if he heard the words.  Because this was all he needed and felt so right that it didn’t matter.

He could always blame it on the sex anyway if it blew up in his face.

Hearing his nearly full name brought a smile broad enough that he had to let the sheet slip from his teeth and he used that ability to speak to whisper broken and jagged grunts that built up to a thickly groaned, “Darren.  Oh honey..”  And then he was thrusting again and Chris swore he didn’t even need to touch himself to feel the heat pooling in his stomach and moving down his shaft.  So close!  His entire body ached for release.  So?  He begged him harder.  “Please..please..more.  So close!”  He was close to a near unnatural position, hanging from Darren’s hands and trying to push himself back with his arms and meet each forward swing of Darren’s hips.  Knees split open even further to let Darren go the deepest he’d been so far.  His cock pulsed and twitched between his legs and he finally reached one hand down to curl around it, letting Darren’s thrusts be what gave him the friction he wanted.  A steady stream of wet leaked from the tip and Darren’s hips bucked him into it enough that it eventually coated his hand.  “Darren!  Darren!”  Chris’s howls were at an all time high as he felt the pressure building up in his body.  Eyes flew wide open and he flicked his stare up at the outline inside the polished surface inches away of Darren he could see moving so desperately.  Sharply crying out as his walls began to shudder around Darren’s length, Chris’s orgasm hit him in a wave of heat and lust and love bouncing through his body as he went over the edge.  Without a care as to the mess he made, he let himself loose. Unable to hold it back.  Or hold anything back for that matter, his secret he’d been trying to keep came out as he spilled over his hand.  “I love you.  I love you.  Please love me back,” the last sentence came out in a high whine as his ass clenched and he rode out each stream of the release he’d been aching for all under the power of Darren’s body, Darren’s length, Darren’s hands..just..Darren.

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Texts || Crisscolfer

Darren: Oh hush, you know I won't.

Chris: This insinuates that you're a good loser. We both know that's far from the truth.

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Texts || Crisscolfer

Darren: We'll be together soon hopefully.

Chris: I hope so. As soon as your done pretending to be a Canadian. :X

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Instagram IM || Crisscolfer

Darren: My bestie? Here I thought he was your bestie, you're the one kissing ass not me.

Darren: Kurt and I are really close, closer than you think mister.

Chris: Excuse me, Criss? I think you are sadly mistaken in that department. Very very mistaken.

Chris: Weirdo. Dressing like a Hummel. I, personally, liked the colors on you.

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Instagram IM || Crisscolfer

Chris: I forgot to ask you. How was your mandate with your bestie Ryan the other night? Have fun reconnecting? :P

Chris: By the way. Nice outfit. Glad Kurt could influence your color choices. Ha! I love you. Dork.