Darren gets a cold and fluff ensues.
Chris had seen it coming along all week, Darren’s subtle sniffles. the way he would close his eyes when he thought no one was watching. He’d asked multiple times if his friend, his boyfriend was okay and always he’d get that smiling face, shrugging it all off.
And then finally it was Friday and after shooting one scene together Ryan had given them a break before they were to start choreography for another number. Chris watched with interest as Darren walked ahead of him, seemingly unaware of the other boys presence.
“Darren. Wait up”
The second Chris walks in the door, Darren bounds up to him, eyes shining and hair disheveled the way it is after he’s been working out. Or after sex. “Chris, I’m so excited you’re home!” he exclaims, grabbing his hand.
“What did you do?” Chris asks immediately.
“Why do you automatically assume I did something?” Darren says, pausing for a moment.
“Because you did, didn’t you?”
Darren fights a smile and loses. “You have to come see. But cover your eyes, it’s in the bedroom, I want to surprise you.”
“I’ve said no to the sex swing so many times, Darren I swear to God—”
“It’s not a sex swing, though that is something we’ll have to revisit later. Just trust me. Close your eyes.”
As worried as Chris is about all the possible things that could be in the bedroom (a mirror over the bed or the walls painted pink or a giant painting of them hanging on the wall) he does trust Darren. So he closes his eyes and lets Darren lead him to the bedroom.