It's been an exhausting day. As Chris gets home, he hears the TV in the living room. Absentmindedly, he walks through the house, tripping on one or two toys Buffy, the puppy, left scattered on the kitchen floor. As he skims through the mail, he goes into the living room.
"Honey, I'm home, wanna watch a movie or something? I got this really cool Victorian-era film that, impressively enough, I've never se- Oh.", says Chris, as he drops his key on the table next to the couch.
Startled, Darren gets up in a flash, looking sideways, searching for danger, only to find his boyfriend with a bag from the movie store and some letters in his hand. He lets his head fall back on the pillow before he tries to gather the courage and strength to pronounce the next sentence.
"Well, I'm already up, so... Sure, why not?", he mumbles through his usual morning (or is it afternoon?) post-awakening crankiness.
"Oh... I'm sorry. No, that's fine. I can watch it by myself if you don-"
The taller boy was suddenly interrupted. "Stop it."
"Stop what?"
"You know it", his voice as hard as a rock.
"I'm not doing anything", Chris's voice hitting those high notes he so effortlessly reached when he was being cynical.
"Puppy eyes."
He was getting there. "What are you even tal-"
"ALRIGHT, FINE, I'LL WATCH THE GOD DAMN MOVIE. Jesus..."
Victory, he thought with a smirk.
Darren, then, proceeded to leave the room, still wrapped in a blanket he refused to put down, his scruff slightly up from being pressed against the couch for the last two hours.
"This is going to be a looooong movie", so he prepared himself for all the nineteenth-century drama, the complex clothes and Chris making remarks about the movie in a British accent he's been practicing since he was 8.
When he came back, the movie was already on and some damsel was walking on a field with other 3 friends, all in their outfit-matching umbrella, even though it was not rainy, nor sunny. In silence, he seats the farthest he can from Chris, passive-aggressively expressing his anger towards being awaken.
The remote distance (what, 2 feet?) between them is slowly broken by Chris, who knows his boyfriend better than he himself. Inch by inch, he gets closer and closer, till they are so close Chris has to squeeze Darren between himself and the couch arm.
"Uh, baby...? Not in the most comfortable position, are we?", he broke the silence. This was Chris's cue.
"I'm sorry, didn't mean for this to happen. May I-", he asked pointing to his head, then to his boyfriend's lap.
"Yeah, sure, go on". The weight of Chris's head on his lap was good. Darren felt loved and needed. He was, after all, supporting his head. Then, all of a sudden, Chris turned his head away from the TV screen and faced Darren's tummy.
Oh no.
"Whose tummy is this? Huh? Whose delicious, fluffy tummy is this?", the youngest one said in a baby voice, his nose nuzzling the other boy's tummy as if it was a kitten belly.
"Chriiis, stop it!", Darren tried to protest, to no avail, his voice cracking in laughter.
"Then tell me whose is this?", he continued, ignoring all kinds of protest from the other boy, who tried to push his head away as much as he wanted it to stay there, forever.
"Okay, okay, it's yours! There, I said it", and with that, every itsy bitsy piece of a might-have-been quarrel was left behind, and they continued to watch the movie, both with a smile wide enough to cure cancer.
Darren didn't care if he was watching an ancient movie, a musical or a horror movie. All he cared about was that the boy he loved was lying with his head on his lap and he ran his fingers through that thick, tamed hair as the film kept on playing, exhaling the scent of his floral shampoo in the room's atmosphere.
"Good. Let's keep it that way. Forever"
The staleness of the air, being broken only by the sounds coming from the TV, combined with the steadiness of the circular movements through Chris's hair brought Darren back to a state of drowsiness that hit him like a tidal wave. Suddenly, it was hard to keep his eyes open.
"Mmmhmm", he managed to mumble before he fell asleep again, "Forever is perfect."
500daysofrainbows()tumblr()com/post/24836112273/darrenstummy-sweet-baby-jesus-i-dont-know I never laughed about Darren so hard in my entire life!!! OMG what even?!
BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
I
CAN'T
BREATHE
Oh, dare bare! I love you even more now, you ridiculous human being!
