As a White Knight on His Steed (CrissColfer)

"Did Somebody Say Food Fight?"

Chapter 34 – “Did somebody say food fight?”

Sunday, August 17, 2008

By the time the boys made it back to the main camp for lunch, Chris was ravenous.  His stomach was complaining loudly about the fact that it had received nothing except a single bite of a bagel that morning.  He grabbed an apple and crunched into it as Darren started making sandwiches.

“Do you need any help?” Chris asked around a mouthful of apple.

“No, that’s okay.  You just sit there and look pretty while I do all the work,” Darren teased.

Chris shoved him playfully in the shoulder, causing him to smear mayonnaise across his hand.  

“Hey!” Darren warned.  “You do not want to get into a food fight with me, mister.  Because A – I will win, and B – Ian and Brad will totally kill us.”

Chris laughed.  “Okay.  Let me make it up to you.”  

He brought Darren’s hand to his mouth and licked off the mayonnaise.  Darren’s breath hitched, and Chris was about to lick him again when he heard Chord’s voice from the doorway.

“Did somebody say food fight?  Because I want in on that!”

“No!” Chris said quickly.  “We said we’re not going to have a food fight, because Brad and Ian would literally murder us in our sleep if they came back and found the kitchen trashed.  Sorry to burst your bubble, but I want to live.”

Chord laughed.  “Yeah, you’re probably right.  We do have to survive one more week here.  But maybe next weekend, right before we leave…”

Chris turned on Darren.  “See what you’ve started?”

“Me?  Who made me smear mayonnaise all over my hand?”

“Um, I think that was just you, being clumsy.”

Darren paused for a second, glaring at Chris.  Then he slowly and deliberately stuck his finger in the mayonnaise and swiped it down Chris’s nose.  “Oooops.  Guess I was clumsy again.”

“You did not just do that.”

“Oh yes he did,” Chord said from the doorway.  “Get him!”

“Oh, I’ll get him all right.  But I’ll wait ‘til there are no witnesses,” Chris replied darkly.

Darren paled, and Chris winked at him.  “I’m too hungry to fight.  Are you almost done with those sandwiches?”

Darren quickly slapped some turkey, lettuce, and cheese on a sandwich and handed it to Chris.  “You’re a little scary when you haven’t eaten.  Did you know that?”

Chris gave him an enigmatic smile, before taking a bite of the sandwich.  “Well, then it’s a good thing that you know how to keep me fed.”

After lunch, the boys headed back to the bunkhouse.  Chris took Darren’s hand as they walked.  “We didn’t get to have our usual Sunday morning cuddle time.  Think I can talk you into Sunday afternoon, instead?”

“I was counting on it.”

Once they reached the bunkhouse, Chris said, “I did laundry this morning and changed the sheets.  Would you mind if we showered before getting in bed?”

“No problem.  Oh – you did mine, too.  Thanks!”

“You’re welcome.  I figured it would do me good to keep busy, instead of sitting around worrying.”

“I’m sorry about that.”

“I know.  It’s okay,” Chris said, giving him a kiss and pulling off his shirt.  “Now go get in the shower, so my freshly washed sheets don’t end up smelling like a horse.”

Soon both boys were clean and dry, cuddled up naked on Chris’s bunk.  Chris rolled onto his back, and Darren settled on top of him.  Chris raised his head, bringing their lips together in a sweet kiss.  “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Suddenly Chris got a wicked gleam in his eyes.  Wrapping his arms tightly around his boyfriend, he rolled them over, then grabbed Darren’s wrists and pinned them above his head.

“You didn’t think I’d forget about the way you smeared mayonnaise down my nose, did you?” he growled.  “It’s time to continue that food fight, and you’re going to be the food.”

With that, he gave Darren a sharp little nip on the shoulder.  Darren let out a faint noise of protest, but Chris could tell he didn’t mean it by the way his pupils had dilated and his cock had instantly hardened between them.  

Gripping his boyfriend’s wrists more tightly, Chris nipped his way up the side of Darren’s neck.  Darren squirmed beneath him, rubbing their cocks together.  Chris ground his hips down, sucking Darren’s lower lip into his mouth, and causing his boyfriend to moan and thrust up against him.  

Releasing Darren’s lip, Chris nibbled his way down the other side of his boyfriend’s neck to his collarbone.  Looking up through his eyelashes, Chris asked, “Is it okay if I give you a hickey?”

Darren’s next moan sounded like assent, so Chris went to work, sucking a mark into his boyfriend’s skin.  Pulling back to admire his handiwork, Chris smiled down at Darren before lowering his head to lick over the dark patch he’d created.  

Darren struggled to free his wrists, but Chris held fast.  “Kiss me,” Darren panted out.

Chris brought their lips together, kissing Darren deep and slow.  He began rocking his hips in a steady rhythm, sliding their cocks together, until he felt his boyfriend come apart beneath him.  That was all it took to push Chris over the edge as well.

Finally releasing Darren’s wrists, Chris brought his hands to his boyfriend’s face as he dipped down to kiss him.  Raising himself back up, he asked teasingly, “See what happens when you challenge me to a food fight?”

Darren grinned back up at him.  “I told you I’d win.”

End Notes: After how heavy the last chapter was, I wanted to give the boys a chance to play.  Hope you enjoyed it.  Please review.