What about them?
"How?" Darren laughed, rolling his eyes. He giggled as Chris tried to squirm away from him, smirking when it didn’t work out. He hummed, hearing Chris’ giggle, loving that happy sound. "Nope, I don’t know that. And no you don’t," he grinned widely. "Yeah, yeah, just cuddle me, llama boy," he teased and placed both his arms around his friend. "Would you do that?" He smirked, raising an eyebrow. But while we are on th subject, I missed you too."
Darren hummed happily at the affection Chris was showing him. It only made him want to kiss him again. He looked at Chris again and smiled softly. “Is it okay if I kiss you again?” He asked, and licked over his lips again, finding his eyes shifting to Chris’ face and being locked there. He was longing to kiss him again. Once or twice just wasn’t going to cut it for him.
"I do. I hate you way more than I missed you, and you’re tiny. It’s not like it takes much to kick you off of something." Chris pouted, sticking out his tongue childishly. Resisting Darren did him little good. The man was insufferably obnoxious, but somehow endearing in the same moment. Talk about difficult. Chris wasn’t the least bit surprised by Darren’s request. The pair of them had been playing cat and mouse for over a year and a half. Up until recently, Chris could have blamed everything on sexual frustration. But despite the fact that he’d been given ample opportunities to get his ‘needs’ met while Darren was gone - the brunette always resorted to handling his own pleasure. He hated to admit it, but deep down that probably meant something. Though, he liked to pretend he was just a cat with a favorite play thing.
Chris met Darren’s eyes cautiously, then exhaled. “I… I guess.” He answered shakily, lifting a hand to Darren’s neck where he curled his fingers. “Just… Just kissing.” He said, nodding once, before leaning in closer. His lips were a breath away from Darren’s when his phone buzzed in his pocket. Chris paused for a moment, resting his head to his friend’s. “One moment…” He muttered, glancing at the screen to find Ashley’s number. He’d made her promise to call him after Darren got home to keep him from doing anything stupid. Instead of answering, the younger man silenced his phone, then tossed it aside. “Where were we?” He whispered, brushing their noses together.
So you’re not gonna tell me?
There’s nothing to tell.
I heard kissing helps it go away…
It was the first thing that came to my head. Okay, that sounded wrong, but you get my point.
Unfortunately… You give me a headache, Criss.
Sometimes, mystery is a good thing.
Tell me something I don’t know, Christopher Paul.
I’d rather not.
But you didn’t rechargeable batteries for him is my point.
Still the creepiest example, ever.
Darren chuckled. “You know I can’t control my need for kisses. ‘Specially, yours,” he grinned widely. He laughed and wrinkled his nose. “I’ve been trying to catch up on sleep, don’t forget,” Darren teased. “But I was planning to get it up soon. Just got caught up with settling back into town. He nodded. “Sounds good to me, Chris,” he agreed with a warm smile and then nodded more. “Ooh, yes. I think they’d love that,” Darren beamed at him.
He blushed slightly when Chris fixed his shirt. “Milk and cookies. Got it. It’s a deal,” Darren said. “They’re going to be really happy and excited,” he smiled and pecked him on the cheek. “Now, even I’m excited!” Darren grinned again. He settled in closer with Chris, pulling an arm around his friend and getting comfy. When posed the question, the man smirked. “Nope. I expected more snuggling and coziness and more opportunity for me to do this…” he grinned wickedly and tickled him with a laugh and blew some raspberries onto the man’s cheek with a happy giggle. “Okay, much better,” he winked and snuggled closer.
"You’re going to be worse than the kids." The younger man snorted, bumping his leg into Darren’s. Ready to protest his friend’s unfair assessment of their cuddling, Chris opened his mouth to speak, but found words impossible. The writhed and wriggled away from Darren, squeaking in protest. "Unhand me, you ass!" He complained loudly, giggling the entire time. When the abuse ended, Chris huffed, smoothing out his rucked up shirt and his mussed up hair. "I hate you. Do you know that?"
Sighing with a soft laugh, Chris reluctantly let his manhandling friend cuddle him again. “You’re lucky I’ve missed you so much.” He remarked dryly, tweaking Darren’s nose. ”Or I’d be kicking you off the couch.” Chris looked at Darren’s lips a second too long, wrinkling his nose up. “Anyway… Movie.” He said, clearing his throat, pressing himself against Darren, head lulling to the man’s shoulder. Darren’s cologne tickled his nose as he breathed deeply, playing his fingers in the cotton of his friend’s shirt.