Pairing: Dare Kris, Kirk Joey?
Rating: R
Warning: Er... drinking, sex....... unwated sex..... yeah............
Darren tipped back another beer, swallowing the last few drops of it and sitting the bottle back on the bar counter. He turned to his best friend Kris. “Hey, wanna play darts?” The question came out slightly slurred, and Kris gave him an uneasy smile. “I dunno Dare, I don’t think your aim would be too great right now.” Darren rolled his eyes and lifted his hand to signal for the bar keep to come over. “Kris, I'm fine.” Kris disguised a frown and took a drink of his Mountain Dew, he had already had a couple of beers, and knew he would be the one driving home tonight. The Bartender appeared at Darren’s side. “Pick yer poison.” The ‘tender grunted. Darren smiled. “Bring me a couple of shots of Tequila.” Kris’s blue eyes widened, he hated it when Darren went for shots, he knew he would definitely be driving home tonight, even if it meant prying Darren’s keys from his hands. The bartender brought Darren a glass and a cup of Tequila. Kris winced as Darren took the first shot. This was going to be another one of those long nights.
I hate seeing him do this, it hurts him, it hurts the team, and it hurts me. Doesn’t he see how much I care for him? * Kris sighed and glanced over at his friend. The younger man was out cold, snoring quietly. Kris stopped at the red light and reached over, running one hand along Darren’s cheek gently. *Can’t he see I love him?* Kris pulled his hand away and turned his attention back to the light, still red. He tried to ignore Darren asleep in the seat next to him, but it was hard. *He’s so beautiful, and looks so...innocent asleep....I wish he would just give up the drinking, if not for me, then at least for the team, neither of us are married, he could at least stop for his fiancee... Cheryl seems so nice...* Kris was distracted from his thoughts then by the light turning green. He sighed, he could either take Darren home, where he would have to half carry the younger man to bed, and then leave him there and go home, but stay up all night worrying whether Darren had alcohol poisoning, or he could take Darren to his house, where he could check on the taller man every once and a while, knowing he was safe. He decided to take Darren to his house. Thus, he turned left and pulled up his street into his driveway.
Darren was still out in the seat next to his and he climbed out of the car, making his way over to Darren’s side to wake the other man up, as much as he could. “Darren.... Dare! C’mon. Get up.” Kris was annoyed now, not just hurt. How dare he do this? How could Darren think that this was right? This was all wrong. Everything about it was wrong. “Darren, get your ass up!” Darren opened one eye and looked at Kris sluggishly. “What?” Kris frowned. “Darren, get up, we’re home.” Darren grunted and rolled out of the car, tripping and falling. Kris caught him with a loud ‘oof’ and helped him to his feet. “Come on.” Kris helped Darren into the house and Darren looked around woosily, tilting a little. “Where are we?” He slurred. Kris bit his lip and rolled his eyes, he was seriously upset with Darren. This had gotten too far, he was sick of pleading every night for Darren to “Just do beer” and to “Stick to the watered down stuff.” He was so tired from helping Darren home almost every night, and the hockey season had just ended. It was only May 3rd, and Darren had been drinking ever since they got kicked out of the finals. He glanced at his friend, the older man was stumbling a little as he walked to the guest room, and Kris went over to him and slid one arm around his waist, helping him to the guest room. When they reached their destination, Kris began to help Darren get undressed, ignoring the flame in his cheeks. No matter how often he had to help Darren do this, it made him embarrassed. *It’s because I...I'm attracted to him...* He told himself as he folded the curly haired man’s clothing. As he placed the clothing on a chair next to the guest bed, he felt Darren’s hands on his shoulders, and Darren’s warm breath blew against his ear. “Hey Kris.....” He felt his heart rate increase at the younger man’s closeness, and he stepped away from Darren. “Yeah?” Darren moved towards him again, this time spinning Kris around and wrapping his arms around the older man’s waist, brining them together. “I want...” He slurred, Kris winced at the sent of alcohol on Darren’s breath. “You want what?” Darren smirked at him and Kris looked away. He couldn’t believe this, Darren had his arms wrapped around him...but he was too drunk to know what he was doing. “I want to do this....” He leaned in and pressed his lips against Kris’s. Kris felt his eyes widen and he pushed Darren away. “No you don’t. You’re drunk Darren.” His voice was sad, he had just been kissed by the man he’d been dreaming about since they’d become friends, and it didn’t mean anything because Darren was drunk! Darren leaned in and nibbled Kris’s neck, his lips moving over the soft flesh of Kris’s neck. Kris hid a moan and pushed Darren away again. “Stop.” Darren shook his head and licked Kris’s ear lobe. “I want you...” Kris squeezed his eyes shut, trying to get out of Darren’s grasp. He managed to get away, and turned on Darren, gasping and glaring. “Darren, stop it! You don’t know what you want.” Darren stepped towards Kris, then wobbled and fell back onto the bed. “I do know what I want.” Kris shook his head. “I'm going to bed.” But before he could leave Darren’s strong hand grabbed his arm and pulled him back, bringing their lips together. Kris struggled weakly, trying to push Darren away from him. He liked being kissed, and had dreamed of kissing Darren, but not like this, he wanted Darren to be sober... he wanted Darren to be sincere. Darren pulled away and looked down at him, “Kris...you want this... I can tell.” Kris shook his head, but he couldn’t hide the fact that his pants had gotten remarkably tighter. Darren leaned down and began to nip along Kris’s neck, rocking his hips against the older man’s. Kris swallowed a moan. He didn’t want this! He tried again to push Darren off him, but Darren gripped his arms and locked them behind his head. Kris continued to struggle. “Dare! Stop! I mean it!” But then Kris’s pants were gone. Kris lifted his head, trying to pry his hands free from Darren’s grip, but it was useless. Darren was stronger than him. “Dare...” Kris whimpered. He couldn’t believe this was happening. *No.... he’s too drunk. He doesn’t know...* Then he felt a warm mouth around his member and he cried out, thrusting up. He didn’t want this. Darren was too drunk to know what was going on. He...but at the same time it felt so good. Kris found himself relaxing, ceasing to struggle as Darren’s mouth sent waves of pleasure through out his body. Kris was about to let Darren do as he pleased, but then He thought of how upset Darren would be when they woke up in the same bed the next day. *I can’t let our friend ship be harmed by one night of lust.* He thought, and began to squirm again. “Darren! I don’t want this! It’s wrong! You’re drunk! Stop!” Darren rolled his tongue against Kris’s heated member. “Stop....stop...oh stop some more...” He gasped, then he shook his head, trying to clear the lust from his body. “Dare...please...” He found his voice was trembling, and he didn’t know if that was from the panic filling his chest or the fact he was nearing release. Darren removed his mouth from Kris and leaned up, pressing his lips against Kris’s and sliding his body against the older man’s. “C’mon Kris...you want this as much as I do....” He motioned to Kris’s member, and Kris blushes. “I do... but—but not when you’re so drunk you can’t see straight!” Darren had stopped listening though, he had begun to unbutton Kris’s shirt, and was licking his way down the older man’s chest, pausing to nip Kris’s nipple. Kris found tears had sprung to his eyes, he felt so helpless, and Darren was only making things worse by ignoring his pleas.
Darren moved back up, brushing one hand against Kris’s cock and then sliding his hand up Kris’s chest. Kris blinked and realized that while he had been pleading with Darren the other man had removed his own clothing. “God damn it Dare! Please! Don’t do this!” But Darren paid no heed. He gripped Kris’s legs and wrapped them around his waist. Kris kicked his legs, hoping to get Darren by surprise, but Darren only caught them and pulled them back around his waist. He leaned in, looking Kris in the eyes. “Kris, I do want this...I love you.” Kris went limp. Those words...he had wanted to hear those words for so long... Tears slid down from the corners of his eyes. Damn Darren... He loved him so much... Darren leaned in and bit Kris’s ear gently. “I love you.” He repeated, and Kris buried his face in Darren’s shoulder, crying silently. Darren took the moment and pressed himself into Kris slowly. Kris cried out and bit Darren’s shoulder, drawing blood. Darren hissed a little and kissed Kris’s neck gently. Kris winced as Darren buried himself to the hilt. “Please... Dare...don’t do this...you don’t love me...you’re so drunk...” Darren shook his head. “I love you.” And this time the words were barely slurred. Kris sighed, he wanted to believe Darren so bad, but he had learned not to trust anything a drunk person said. Darren kissed him as his body adjusted to the feeling of Darren in him unprepared. “I love you too.” He whispered softly, tears trickling down his cheeks. Darren licked the tears away and kissed Kris’s cheeks. “You do?” Kris nodded, and Darren began to move inside him. Kris hissed and his head fell back, the cords in his neck straining. Darren kissed his neck and continued to move in and out of him. He squeezed his eyes shut, praying that tomorrow when they woke up their friendship wouldn’t be ruined by this. But his heart told him that no prayer could help him now. Darren gasped as he moved, and brought his lips down to capture Kris’s. Their bodies moved together, and Darren brought one hand down to pump Kris’s member in time with his thrusts. Kris moaned softly. Even though he was overwhelmed with pleasure, he couldn’t push away the feeling that this was all wrong. He felt his release push him over the brink with pleasure and his muscles tightened on Darren. He wrapped his arms around Darren and clutched the dark haired man against him. “D-Darren...” He whimpered, and Darren crashed over the edge, hearing Kris’s voice at such a helpless and wavering level. He sighed softly and pulled out of Kris, wrapping his arms around the red-head and snuggling against his neck. “You’re wonderful.” Kris winced and closed his eyes. As wonderful as these words were, he knew they meant nothing to Darren, or at least he thought they didn’t. He closed his eyes and tried to refrain from breaking down and crying. With a trembling body, and an uneasy mind, he drifted off to sleep.
~The Next Day~
Darren awoke and groaned at the groggy feeling in his head. Hangovers, god they sucked. *It’s you’re own fault.* He told himself, and rolled over. Well, he tried to, but something warm and heavy lay next to him. He opened his eyes and looked to his left, and felt all his breath leave his lungs. He had to be dreaming. He was in bed, with Kris Draper. What had happened last night? As he was struggling to remember Kris’s iridescent blue eyes popped open and Darren swallowed. What had happened last night damn it?! He Was naked, and looking at Kris’s bare shoulders, he could guess that Kris wasn’t dressed either. Suddenly Kris’s blue eyes filled with fear, and Darren began to remember the night before. Kris... Kris...”Darren! Please Stop! You...You don’t know what you’re doing...” Kris...Kris...Kris crying out as Darren pressed into him. “God damn it Dare! Please don’t do this!” Darren shook his head. He had...he had... he’d raped Kris?! Oh holy fuck...he had raped his best friend. He could remember Kris crying...Oh God. He looked at Kris now, the older man was looking at him with forgiveness and wide eyes. Darren couldn’t believe it. Kris was looking at him with fucking forgiveness! It hurt Darren too much to look at those eyes. He climbed out of bed and began to grab his clothing, He could stand to be under that forgiving gaze. *How could I have done this to...to HIM?! He’s the most wonderful person I know...Oh god...and he’s forgiving me for doing this. He’s actually forgiving me!* His heart began thudding in his chest and he pulled on his pants, his breathing speeding up. *Oh God I hate myself....* Darren turned and looked at Kris, the blue-eyed man was looking at him, hurt radiating from his hard gaze. Darren pulled on his shirt. He couldn’t take this. He had RAPED Kris. Kris. His Kris... Tears sprung to Darren’s eyes and he fled the house, walking towards his own home. He felt the tears spill down his cheeks and made no effort to wipe them away. It wasn’t a far walk to his house. He only lived two blocks away from Kris.
To be continued..........
