Author: Hockey_slasher19
rating: NC17
Disclaimer: I don't own the Red Wings, Interview with the Vampire or Summer Fest (A.k.a: Top of the Park) Though those are three things I WANT to own, like NO OTHER
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Darren kisses Kris again, deeply. “Mmmm…” Kris hums against his lips, slipping his arms around Darren and pulling him closer. I roll my eyes and look away. We’re currently in Ann Arbor, after Darren’s performance at the Blind Pig, and Darren and Kris and I thought we might go to the Ann Arbor Summer festival as well. The movie Interview with the Vampire is playing in the background as we sit on a blanket in the parking structure, the only reason they can kiss is because everyone else is on the other side of the screen, actually watching the movie. Not me, as a member of the Grind Line, it is part of my duty to keep watch for them. Darren presses Kris back against the blanket, kissing him again and Kris gently pushes him away. “Dare, I’ve got to go. You know that Julie said she wanted me home by one.” I hide a smile. I don’t want to see Kris go, but if it will stop them from making out…. Not that I disapprove of their relationship. Please don’t think that’s it, because it’s not. I just….when I sit here and watch them kissing, so in love… I get jealous, and horny, and… I miss Joey.
Darren kisses Kris again and I have to adjust my pants, hoping that my arousal won’t show. Kris pulls away, swatting at Darren lightly. “I gotta go.” Darren laughs. “Alright, call me tomorrow.” Kris nods, smiling, and waves at me. “See you later Kirk.” I nod, and a natural smile comes to my lips as I watch him grin, I can’t help it, he’s really adorable when he smiles. “Bye Drapes.” He heads off to his car, leaving Darren and I, and the movie. Darren lays back, smirking widely, and I suppress a sigh. *Well isn’t this nice.* I think a little bitterly. From the speakers Claudia’s shrill voice cuts through our silence. “I’ll put you in your coffin!” Darren giggles at me. And motions for me to come closer. “Come on, why are you all the way over there?” I look at him. “Because?” He laughs. “Come closer man, I can barely hear you.” I sigh and move closer, staring into his eyes, I know that look, it’s the look he always got in his eyes when we fooled around before he and Kris were together. I decide to stay a safe distance from him, the last thing I need is for us to start messing around behind Kris’s back. He rests his hand on my leg and I swallow dryly. There’s always been such a underlying tension between us… everytime we’re alone… The same tension that’s always between Kris and I. I need to leave soon. He and I will get carried away, we’ve messed around too much in the past and lord knows I’m horny and lonely enough to give in to any passions I feel for him. His hand begins to move along my thigh, making me shudder a little and he grins at me. I shoot him a warning glance. “What’er you grinning about Mac?” His grin becomes a full smirk and I find my eyes narrowing. “What?” I ask, frowning as his hand moves up a little. Finally he winks at me. “Yer pants.” I look down, and my cheeks instantly begin to flame. I didn’t realize I was that aroused… Jesus. He smiles and his hand moves further upward. “No.” The word is out of my mouth before I can even think it. I grab his hand and yank it away from my pants, then I stand up quickly and buy a beer from the beer garden. Thank god, they have Labbats Blue. I buy one and glance at the movie screen as I chug it. Claudia is glaring at Louis angrily. “Danger holds you to me!” “…Love holds you to me.” Louis replies softly and I glance over at Darren, who is sitting with his knees pulled to his chest. I order another beer and swallow it in thirty seconds… or at least that’s what it seems like, it probably took me longer. “You would leave me for Armand if he beckoned you!” “…never.” *Darren would leave me for Kris. And Kris would leave me for Darren. THAT’S why I can’t let myself fall for him. THAT’S why I can’t let us have one more night together, because their my best friends, and lovers. If either of them cheated with me, I’d tear them apart* I tell myself solidly and bite my lip. This sucks. Finally I toss away the beer bottle and head back towards him, knowing I need to get out of here as soon as I can, because I know I won’t be able to resist him for very damn long. He looks at me. “You okay Kirk?” His face is concerned and the beers I slammed are making me feel light headed. “Yeah.” I mumble, sitting down a safe distance from him. He sits up and looks at me. “I didn’t mean to…” I shake my head. “Just forget it.” He frowns. “No, I clearly upset you—” I put up my hand, I really don’t want to talk about it. “Can we just go please?” I ask, frowning. He nods. “Sure…. But I’m driving, I saw you down those beers.” I nod, agreeing with him, I shouldn’t drive, I’m feeling dizzy. I hand him my car keys and we head to my car.
Cheryl will probably drive him back here tomorrow to get his car. We climb into the car and he pulls out of the parking structure, reaching over and putting a CD in. Music fills the car and he settles back, driving easily. After a few moments of music he reaches over and slides his arm around my shoulders. I stiffen. We usually sit like that when he drives, but tonight I don’t trust him. He glances at me. “Kirk, you’re tense.” He begins to rub my shoulder with his free hand and I feel myself relax as his skilled fingers move against my shoulder. His fingers move to my neck and I tilt my head back, letting out a soft breath. God his fingers feel intensely good… I want him to touch me forever. His fingers wander up the back of my neck to rub my scalp. His hand is sending chills through my body… it’s been so long since anyone has touched me, and I think that the alcohol is getting to me, I should push his hand away, make him stop, because I know I’ll let myself get carried away, let him keep touching me. I want him to keep touching me though, I want to feel his fingers all over my body. No… I can’t let that train of thought continue. This is Kris’s boyfriend making me swoon. But Darren’s hands are still moving over my scalp… and I don’t want to lose that contact… it’s too precious. Soon I realize that the car is no longer running, and I open my eyes. We’re at my house. I sigh softly and Darren glances at me. “Can I come in for a little bit? Cheryl isn’t expecting me home till two…” *No you can’t come in, because if you come in then I won’t be able to stop myself from admitting that I love you, and I’ll throw myself at you.* “Sure, come on in.” *What the hell?! Why did I just say he could come in?! Oh god…*
We both go into my house and he heads into the livingroom while I make a trip to the bathroom. After a few moments I hear the television turn on and the sound of a crowd chanting “Jerry! Jerry!” I turn on the faucet and splash cold water on my face. Darren laughs at something one of the “guests” on the show says and I turn the water off, looking at my dripping face in the mirror. *Well, you got yourself into this, you’ll need to find a way out, now won’t you?” I swallow and nod before drying my face off. I turn off the light and leave the bathroom, and grab a beer from the kitchen, drinking it all and grabbing another one before going to sit on the couch. Darren watches me closely as I sit down. “Kirk, are you alright?” I can’t look at him right now, it will hurt. I look away from him and he grabs my chin, forcing my face towards him. “What’s going on with you?” I’m extremely aware of his fingers on my face and instead of replying I nuzzle his hand, feeling ashamed of myself. I need him, I need someone. I’m so tired of being lonely. His fingers move against my cheek and I move towards him, breathing deeply, loving his scent. He regards me with surprise. “Kirk?” I don’t answer, just look at him, feeling helpless in my growing want for him. After a few moments of staring at me, he looks away. I feel the rejection hit me like a bag of pucks.
This sucks, my own team-mate/best friend doesn’t even want me. I am pathetic. I move outside, wanting to get away from him, from the pain of loving him… from the pain of being eternally alone. I’m standing out on the back patio, looking up at the clear summer sky. I hope to god the tears I feel building up in my eyes don’t show. The fresh pain Darren’s stirred in me makes me sober up a little and I begin to berate myself, knowing that I shouldn’t, but feeling I need to remind myself what a loser I am for falling for Darren and Kris. *You idiot, they could never want you. You can’t even get a girlfriend, why would Darren and Kris who have wives, AND eachother, ever want to be with someone like you?* As I proceed to tell myself what a pathetic person I am, I hear the patio door slide open behind me and I tense. Shit, he’s coming out to see what’s wrong with me. I quickly wipe away my tears before they can brim over and roll down my cheeks.
He touches my shoulder and I pull away. His touch burns. “Bro… what’s going on?” His voice is soft and caring, and I hate him for it. Why does he have to love Kris? Why did he have to reject me? I don’t reply to him, not because I’m trying to be stubborn, but because the painful knot in my throat is making it impossible to speak. He spins me around, forcing me to turn towards him, but I won’t look him in the eyes. He could see the loneliness that resides there. I don’t want him to see how much pain I’m in. “Kirk. I know you’ve had a little to drink, but man, I wanna know what’s going on with you. Yeh never acted like this before.” *That’s because up until tonight I’ve been able to hide the fact that I love you guys. I’ve been able to hide it because you never came on to me and then rejected me. That hurt Darren.* I think to myself, feeling more tears well up. He forces my chin up so I can see… the shocked look on his face. What? What is it? Then I realize, I must have… I said my thoughts aloud without thinking about it. I can tell from the look in his eyes.
“What did you just say Kirk?” I shake my head, looking away. “Nothing, I didn’t say anything.” Again his soft and firm hand forces me to look at him. “Kirk… we really need to talk.” I shake my head. “No. I don’t want to talk. I just want you.” With those words I begin to cry, the tears spilling down my cheeks, warm and painful. I jerk away from him, moving to sit down. I feel like such a loser, I know the beer is part of what is causing the tears, but still, why did I have to break down in front of him? Couldn’t I have done this some other time? “Kirk, we definitely need to talk.” He sits down next to me and I turn away, albeit violently. Suddenly he grabs my shoulders and pulls me against him, capturing my lips and pushing me onto my back before crawling on top of me.
I struggle out of the kiss and look up at him with confusion. “Darren?! What the hell?” He doesn’t reply, and instead moves his lips to press against my neck, sending a jolt through my body. “Fuck Darren…” I gasp, and he pulls away slightly. “More like ‘fuck Kirk’.” And true to his word, the next thing he’s doing is removing my pants. I’m losing all conscious thought.. was it really two minutes ago I was crying? I can’t tell because he licked the tear trails away. His hand is in my boxers, touching me in ways I can’t even begin to explain. I distantly hear myself moan and he smiles as he pulls my boxers off. I’m writhing beneath him, wanting him in me. “Gods Dare… just do it…PLEASE!” I practically shout and he snickers, I hadn’t even realized I had been pulling his pants off of him. He pulled my legs around his waist, locking my ankles behind his back, and I gasped as he began to press into me. “Oh—oh…Darren…” My eyes lock onto his sharp grey eyes and we gaze at eachother as he presses into me. Oh God, I’m falling so in love with him. Then he begins to move inside me and I can’t keep my eyes locked onto his, the pleasure is too much… My head falls back and I close my eyes. “Yes.” Is that me panting? I can’t even tell anymore, the pleasure is too intense. His hands roam my thighs and body and he moves in and out of me. Soon I feel his fingers grasp my member and begin pumping and I cry out his name, feeling my body tighten as I near the edge. He continues to move in me, but is slowing down, stopping me from reaching the point I want. I moan and bite down on my lip. He kisses me, sending shocks through my body, and begins to move again. I arch up against him, crying out sharply as he hits a spot in me that nearly pushes me over the edge. he hits that spot again, and again, and again… and I grip his upper arms tightly, digging my nails into his skin. “Darren!!!!!” I come, arching up against him.
As soon as the fantastic feeling of finally getting some wears off, I am left, in shock. What did we just do..? We just cheated on Kris! Holiest fuck. Kris, my best friend, partner in crime, and line mate. Darren is resting his head on my chest and he feels me go rigid beneath him. “Kirk?” He asks. How can his voice stay so calm? How can he not be panicking over this? He just cheated on his lover of.... what, six years? Oh god! I was buzzed, but I knew better. I really did... oh I am so royally screwed. He lifts his head, looking down at me. “What’s wrong?” I look up into his slate grey eyes. “Darren? How can you not see it? You just... we just cheated on Kris!” Darren’s eyes regard mine calmly and I feel like screaming. Doesn’t he feel... horrible about what we’ve done? I thought he loved Kris! I do... God.... I love Kris so much, sometimes when I see he and Darren together I want to grab them and ask them why they don’t want me to be part of it. Why.... why they don’t love me as much as I love them... I feel my eyes tearing up and I look away, my heart beating in my throat and my head aching. God. Why does this always have to happen? I turn my head away, ashamed of myself, feeling dirty, and I feel Darren’s warm rough hand touch my chin, turning my eyes to his as he had done earlier.
“Kirk. Calm down.” I stared at him with amazement. “Darren? Don’t you---“ He shook his head, silencing me. “Look Kirk. You need some sleep, we both need sleep actually. And I promise, in the morning, everything will work out.” I look away again, still feeling ashamed. “Darren—“ “Kirk, just fer once, listen to me. K man?” I sigh. What can I do? “Alright, Alright...” I mumble, feeling the guilt wash off me in waves so strong it makes me ache. “Come on.” He pulls me to my feet and I can still not bring myself to look at him, instead I concentrate on my hands. We go into the house silently, and I quickly retreat to my bedroom. I hear him call Cheryl downstairs, and feed her some excuse for staying here tonight... But that’s distant in comparison to the noise in my head, telling me I’m a rotten bastard for doing this to Kris. I pull on a clean T-shirt and pair of shorts, and climb into bed, curling in on myself, and feeling filthy. How will Kris ever forgive me?
TBC