As a White Knight on His Steed (CrissColfer)

"I Guess I Got a Little Carried Away"

Chapter 25 – “I guess I got a little carried away.”

Thursday, July 31 – Friday, August 1, 2008

Chris led Darren up to his bedroom.  Closing the door with a soft click, he turned to find his boyfriend crowding against him.  Leaning in close, Darren whispered in his ear, “Do you want to see what a kiss-ass I can be?”

“Darren!” Chris hissed.  “I told you – we are not having sex in my parents’ house!”

“I thought maybe a little ass kissing wouldn’t count.”

“Dare, you’re the one who said everything counts.”

“Damn - foiled by my own brilliance.”

“Come on,” Chris said, laughing, “it’s been a long day.  Let’s get some sleep.”

The boys woke up to sunlight streaming through the curtains in Chris’s room.  Chris yawned and stretched, enjoying the luxury of having been able to sleep in on a weekday.  Next to him, Darren stirred sleepily, cuddling closer.  

Chris kissed his boyfriend’s forehead, then rolled out of bed.  “Hey, no, where are you going?” Darren complained, reaching for him.

“You can go back to sleep if you want, Dare.  I’m going to go see if Hannah’s awake.”

Darren murmured something indistinctly, and closed his eyes.  Chris leaned over to kiss him once more before heading out to find his sister.

A moment later, Darren was shocked into wakefulness by the sound of two sets of high-pitched squeals.  Apparently, Chris and Hannah were excited to see each other.

Darren dragged himself out of bed and wandered down the hall in search of the source of the commotion.  He found Chris and his sister holding hands and jumping up and down on her bed, giggling.

Spotting his boyfriend in the doorway, Chris called out, “Hey, Darren.  Come meet Hannah.”

Never one to be outdone in the bouncing department, Darren hopped up to join the other two on the bed.  Chris and Hannah each let go of one hand in order to grab onto Darren, and soon all three of them were jumping up and down, shrieking with glee.

Chris’s father cleared his throat loudly from the doorway.  “If I have to fix the leg on that bed again, I’m going to make you help me, Christopher.”

Chris leapt off the bed and rushed to hug his father.  “Sorry, Dad,” he said.  “Hannah and I just really missed each other.”

“So I can see.  And hear,” Chris’s dad said, trying to sound stern, but failing miserably.  “I really missed you, too.”

Darren hopped down and came to join them.  “Sorry about the disturbance, Mr. Colfer,” he said.  “My mother would insist on telling you that she raised me to have better manners than this when I’m a guest in someone’s home.  I guess I got a little carried away.”