It was nice to get lost in the closeness with Darren, especially here in the safe and out of view way in the trailer. Maybe they weren’t supposed to be together, for many reasons but honestly he was getting tired of hiding it even if he knew it was the best thing to do. He would love to be able to more openly go out with the other man and just spend time together in the open. Instead they had to do everything separately and make sure people didn’t see them too often together it was all a little frustrating. The more time he spent being with Darren the more he wanted to just be able to go out and do stuff. To do whatever the two of them might want to do. Not that he had much time to spare for doing stuff, but it would still be nice to have the option. Oh Chris loved his current situation, loved that people were reading his books and that people were watching Glee, but it had it’s down sides. Like the impossible task of doing much of anything at all without being noticed.
When Darren pointed out that he wasn’t taking care of himself he sighed a little. “I guess I’ve never been too great at that” he stated and offered up a small smile. “There’s always so many things that needs to be done, some deadline that needs to be met or something” he stated, and usually he didn’t mind but lately it was becoming a bit of a problem. In fact it was becoming a big problem, he hadn’t felt great for a good long while now, and he was clearly just feeling worse and worse. “But hey, maybe with your help I’ll be able to just put away the laptop for the night.” he said hopefully, knowing that he might not be able to do that because he had so many things to get done and so many deadlines to meet right now it might be an impossible task.
As much as he wanted to pick the laptop back up into his lap he resisted, he had too much of a headache to be able to focus on anything of value anyway and they had to be on set to start filming in a little while as well. “Come here.. we’ve got a few until we’ve got to show up on set right?” he asked and smiled a little before closing his eyes and taking a sip of his coffee.
Darren wasn’t ignorant to the fact that he was a factor in Chris stretching himself too thin. He had been hesitant about trying again, but only internally. When Chris gave him the option, he immediately jumped on it. Even if their relationship puts a little more weight on Chris’ shoulders, Darren tries to even it out by talking half of the load. He cleans Chris’ house without being asked, makes him dinner. He makes sure he’s sleeping enough and he’ll buy Brian food if it’s looking sparse. He did what he could.
The older man saw Chris’ smile and he returned it, making it much smaller in response. Another sigh left Darren’s mouth and he ran a hand through his own curly hair. “It like you’ll short-circuit if you don’t stop working,” he laughed. Darren felt his stomach drop at Chris’ words. He knew there was no way he’d be able to, but he found it cute that Chris would even suggest it as a possibility. “Maybe,” he echoed, “but I won’t hold my breath.”
Without hesitation, Darren got up when he was told to, moving next to Chris on the couch. He pulled out his phone and clicked the top button to get his screen to wake up. “About… twenty-five minutes,” he replied, crossing his legs. He wrapped an around around Chris. Darren turned his head in order to kiss Chris’ temple.
"Hmmm.. see home made breakfast doesn’t sound half bad either" he grinned a little and leaned in for yet another small kiss because he just felt like it, and it was so nice to spend time with Darren like this. Chris had honestly not pictured himself with a boyfriend any time soon, he was too busy, with Glee with writing and with a bunch of stuff, so the thought of even beginning to date had been foreign to him. Then Darren had wandered into his life, and they’d dated for a bit. However, it had all gone wrong and the whole situation had been a bit awkward for a while. Now though he found that there was no one he wanted to be with more than Darren. Mostly just because he knew, somehow, deep down that it was right. That they fit so well together he’d almost go so far as to say he believed they were meant for each other at this point. Not that he’d ever believed in that concept before, but it had all been a little different after he’d met the dark, curly haired man.
Honestly, he knew he should probably try to make more time to hang out with Darren, to just do things for the sense of fun, but with all the deadlines and Glee and the lines to learn? Well it was all so hectic and he found that if he didn’t use most of his time on some sort of work task he would drown under the load he’d taken on. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy work, he did, but lately it had been weighing him down and completely wearing him out.It was frustrating, not only because he was tired but because this lead to him not being able to get as much work done in the same amount of time as he usually managed to do.
A warm smile spread on his lips as Darren suggested they could spend the night together this evening, it was honestly the most tempting suggestion he’d heard in a while. “I think that’s an excellent idea.” he agreed. “Yeah, I know for a fact I at least do” He grinned and then just went back to sit on the couch again, he really just was exhausted and his head was pounding despite the painkillers he’d taken earlier. It was all very frustrating actually.
Darren accepted the kiss, but not without smirking a little. It was hard for them - to keep this relationship afloat. They weren’t “supposed” to be together. When most of the world is telling you what you shouldn’t be doing, it’s hard not to feel like you’re suffocating. But Darren thought it was worth it. All of the sneaking around and all of the lies… they seemed manageable. Everything seemed worth it when Chris’ lips were on Darren’s. Every kiss seemed to make Darren fall a little bit more in love with the taller man, and even though the idea scared him, he let it happen because it was Chris. And Chris was everything he could ever ask for in a partner.
Darren had a tendency to harp on Chris about his work habits, but he never did it with the mind-set of changing who Chris was. Not even Darren had the power to do something so radical. Chris was the type of person to bite off more than he can chew, but you’ll never find him choking. Usually, Darren would let it go. He didn’t get angry if Chris took out his laptop on movie nights. He let it go when he would wake up without the younger man next to him. When that happened, Darren would wake up to make coffee and he’d bring it to his boyfriend - who was usually found in his living room with a loyal cat curled up next to him. It wasn’t always the same spot, but it wasn’t hard for Darren to follow the rapid click-clack of fingertips against a keyboard. Chris’ work habits only worried Darren when he could see the physical effects of his sleep deprivation. Also, when he could sense Chris freaking out. The other man wasn’t the type to vocalize about his own worries, but Darren knew him well enough to be able to see past his ‘I’m-okay’ facade.
The curly-haired man took another sip of his coffee. “Great. It’s a date, then,” he replied, nodding as he returned Chris’ smile. Darren’s eyes followed Chris to the couch and he let out an audible and pretty exaggerated sigh. “You’re doing it again,” he said evenly, “this whole not-taking-care-of-yourself. It’s gonna catch up with you, babe.”
The full on smile on Darren’s face always lightened his spirits a little. There was something about that smile that just seemed to, well light up the room as cheesy as that notion was. So how could he not be a little warmer around Darren? The man he’d honestly fallen for a long while ago, who he’d tried dating for a while, which hadn’t worked out at the time, but now? Well they were dating again and it was one of the best things ever to be greeted in the morning by Darren with one of his amazing smiles and then a kiss and the coffee was just a bonus.
For a short moment he just kind of melted into the kiss even if it didn’t last very long, then he smiled a little himself as he pulled back and took a sip of his own coffee. He caught some sort of look on Darren’s face, but unlike most of the time, he just couldn’t tell what the look at meant, and then Darren was talking about breakfast and he just focused on what he was saying instead of anything else. “Yeah I had some toast. Maybe another morning when we don’t have to be here so often we can go grab something together” he suggested. They didn’t live together at this point, though they had spent the night at each others’ place before so they weren’t always together in the morning until they met at work.
"Thanks" He chuckled a little as Darren commented on him not looking too great. "Oh I’m sure they’ll love it" he agreed and shook his head a little. "I’m just tired is all" He added, though he wasn’t entirely sure that was all because he was feeling like utter shit and he wasn’t sure why. He’d been feeling a little off colour for the last few days actually, no even from before that if he was perfectly honest with himself, but he kept pushing it ahead of himself because he needed to get stuff done. He didn’t have time to just stop and be sick.
"I don’t know.. way too late" he admitted quietly. "I didn’t sleep well" he added because it was true and he figured that excuse would serve just as well as him admitting he wasn’t feeling too great. He wasn’t sure why he was hiding this from Darren exactly, but he didn’t feel the need to worry the other man with something that was probably just some sort of cold.
"That’d be great," he agreed, "well, I don’t know if we’d be able to go out and grab something together, but I wouldn’t be opposed to making you breakfast if you wanted to stay over one of these nights. Or I could. Whichever." Darren’s fingers were tracing the cup of his coffee while looking at Chris. Any and all tension that he might’ve felt that morning began to dissolve once he was in the presence of Chris. Darren was a realist when it came to love and relationships - the romance sounded great in song and in movies, but love at first sight was a ridiculous concept in his mind… until he met Chris. Darren couldn’t say he loved Chris as soon as he met him, but something in him clicked the moment they shook hands. Darren’s soul knew that Chris was going to be important to him, and he screwed it up the first time around, but he was adamant at making things work. He needed this other man’s love, affection, kisses in the morning. Chris had a way to make Darren feel alive and Darren wasn’t going to let that slip through his fingers.
Darren chuckled when Chris did, licking his lips and tilting his head as he wanted to let the other man know that he was joking. Yeah, Chris looked tired, but it wasn’t the sort of rough that you’d expect. Chris was always handsome - his eyes seemed to sparkle, even if the dark circles were more prominent than they ever have been. Darren hated that Chris only had one switch: work, work, work. Even in between novels, Chris had something going on. He couldn’t stop even if he wanted to, and everyone who knows Chris knows that if he didn’t have something to do, he’d begin to panic. He likes the busy schedule, the deadlines, but it was taking a toll on him. It worried Darren to no end, but he knew better than to try to change it. Darren worked hard when he was working, but he knew how to relax, and he subtly tried to get Chris to partake in his relaxation. It would work for an hour or so, but was usually interrupted by Chris’ sudden urge to type something or write something down.
Darren was pulled out of his reverie by Chris’ conversation and he swallowed a gulp of his coffee before responding. “Maybe I should come over tonight?” he offered, “We always tend to sleep easier when we’re sleeping next to each other.”
Chris looked up and grinned when he heard Darren curse outside the door, but it mostly just made him smile as he watched the shorter man come in through the door. “ooooh! Coffee!” he grinned widely, looking a little more perky than he had been when Darren had walked in through the door. Coffee was always one of the most amazing things in the morning, he could have gone by to get some himself, but he had found it more important to go here and try to get some writing done. Seriously, there really just weren’t enough hours in the day for him.
"Dare you’re a lifesaver" he grinned as his fingers were still tapping away as furiously as they had been before at the keys, he’d gotten fairly good at multitasking writing with all sorts of other stuff lately. However he was wearing himself really thin and feeling more than a little crappy lately. "I can’t tell you how much" he added with a grin and slowly put the laptop away before getting up and moving over to Darren ,taking one of the cups of coffee. "Morning" he smiled and leaned over to less a small kiss to Darren’s lips.
Honestly he was exhausted today and he wasn’t even sure how he was going to make it through a long day of filming at this point. He already had a headache and his whole body ached as if he was getting the flu or something, but he was trying his best to ignore it for now and just go about his day. Really he had no time to get sick at this point and he just needed to push through whatever this was and maybe find a way to consume massive amounts of vitamin C.
"I seem to have issues waking up today" he admitted with a small sigh, running a hand through his hair. "How was the party last night?"
Darren saw Chris perk up and his smirk turned into a full-out smile. Chris was known to be more serious - not as open or warm, especially not in the morning. The older man felt privileged that he had a certain effect on Chris. He got to see a softer side. A side of Chris that was rare, and in most cases, unheard of. Darren wasn’t ignorant to the fact that the perkiness had more to do with the caffeine, rather than his presence, but he decided to ignore that. He was going to let himself have this one.
"Don’t I know it," Darren retorted, the grin not leaving his face. It fluctuated slightly as he saw Chris still typing away, and he sighed. He figured he had to get used to coming second to the work. Though, Darren wasn’t clingy. He wasn’t needy or attention. He preferred to have a boyfriend who was busy. It made him more mindful and understanding of Darren’s own busy schedule. "Mmm," he hummed into the tiny kiss, "good morning, handsome."
Darren’s stomach felt like it was eating itself, but the pang wasn’t something unfamiliar. He swallowed, keeping his expression neutral to bury Chris’ possible suspicions. He spun his own cup around with his hands before grabbing ahold of it and taking a large gulp. The liquid eased the ache momentarily, and in that time, he figured it’d be best to speak. “I would’ve grabbed some breakfast, but I had a feeling you got something from home, so I did, too,” he said evenly, and it might’ve been a small lie, but he figured what Chris didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.
"You look rough," he replied honestly, noticing Chris’ dark circles and shaking his head in concern, "the make-up department’ll have a field day with you." Darren’s eyes darted down to his cup and he shrugged, taking another sip. "Same as any other event," he murmured off-handedly. "When’d you end up falling asleep?"
Chris woke with a start, his breathing a little labored and his eyes wide as he blinked into the still dark room, trying to focus, but completely unable to due to his lack of glasses or contacts. Quickly he reached out to the nightstand to grab his glasses and slide them onto his nose. His skin was a little clammy and he knew he’d had a nightmare of some sort, but the more he thought about it, the less of it he could actually remember. A small groan left his throat as he looked at the alarm clock on the nightstand. His alarm was going to go off in about half an hour and he didn’t really feel like trying to go back to sleep.
Instead he let his legs swing over the edge of the bed and onto the cold floor before padding over to the bathroom. It didn’t take him too long to take a quick shower and get dressed, and soon he found himself in the kitchen, a diet coke clutched in one hand and a piece of toast in the other. Not that he was actually hungry, but there was never an excuse to skip the most important meal of the day. That and he would be completely out of energy long before the morning was over if he didn’t eat something now. For some reason it was more difficult than usual this morning though, and the process of eating was a slow one.
Eventually he finished his meal and headed into the hallway, grabbing his jacket out of the hallways closet. On his way out the door, his eyes landed on the mirror and he let out a frustrated sigh. He’d never really considered himself to be especially good looking, but this morning was definitely worse than usual. There were some pretty distinct dark circles under his eyes and he just looked over all exhausted. Sleep had been hard to come by lately, mostly because he’d been keeping himself so busy with Glee, writing and other things that he’d hardly had time for anything else. There just weren’t enough hours in the day to get through it all.
The importance of getting a good night’s sleep hadn’t escaped him, but sometimes there was just too much to do, and being the workaholic he is, he can’t just avoid working on everything all at once either. So as he was headed for this morning’s filming he turned the radio up loudly to make sure he got there in one piece. Sleep was threatening to take him over even as he was driving and that wasn’t a good sign for the rest of the day. He’d have to drink quite a few cans of diet coke today to make it through.
When he finally reached the parking lot, he scrambled out of the car and headed for the trailer, trying his best to look energetic and awake as he went. Thankfully no one stopped him on the way and he managed to get inside without anyone taking too much notice. His body begged for more sleep, but there really wasn’t time for it, so instead he pulled his laptop out of the bag and settled on the couch. Within a few moments his hands were flying across the keyboard as he wrote down ideas and small paragraphs that he might want to use later. More than likely all of it was going to have to be re-written, but at least he was getting something done. That was until there was a knock on the door and he let out a small frustrated sigh. “Yeah? The door’s open!” he called out as he straightened up a little, looking towards the door to see who was there.
Darren grumbled, exhaling heavily as he picked his head up to plop it down on his pillow. His eyes were closed more tightly before being re-opened again, and he squinted at his alarm clock. His call time was in exactly one hour, and a nervous flutter erupted through his chest. “Shit,” he muttered to himself as he ripped the covers from his body. The air was cold and he shivered, willing himself to get out of bed. A shower didn’t seem like a good idea the night before, due to getting home late, the alcohol he had consumed, and his bed enveloping him into a comfortable cocoon. With every ounce of willpower that he possessed, Darren pushed himself into an upright seated position and stretched his arms above his head.
As if whoever was trying to get ahold of him had been alerted that he was now awake, his phone began to buzz. The loud noise was too much for Darren, with his current state of being somewhat hungover as well as being extremely tired, so he reached for it quickly and pressed the top button to stop the vibration. Normally, he would’ve answered, no matter what state he was in, but he knew he had to move quickly. If he was late again, it’d be the third time, and he preferred not to be lectured by Ryan.
As soon as he got up, his routine became a blur. It was so practiced that he never had to focus. Shower, shave, dress. The best part of his job was the fact that he never had to get ready - they had people for that. His hair would be gelled perfectly and his polo’s would be buttoned for him. All Darren had to do was show up, which is probably why people would become so annoyed with him when he did show up late.
He had gotten ready faster than expected, so he made a pit stop to a local Starbucks. The drive-thru was his best friend, and the line wasn’t too terribly long, so with fifteen minutes before his call time, he was hopping out of his car and making his way toward the trailers. With two large coffee’s in hand, he walked by his own trailer and found himself in front of Chris’. Chris, his acting partner of three-some years. He knew that the taller man would be just as tired as he was - if not more so. He knocked at the door with his elbow, balancing the drinks to make sure that they didn’t spill on him. When Chris called back, he rolled his eyes fondly and struggled to open the door for himself.
"Jesus," he replied, shaking his head as he walked into Chris’ trailer, "you’d think a guy could get some help around here." There wasn’t any commitment to his complaint and he shot Chris an amused grin, knowing that he was going to see him furiously typing away at his laptop. "I come bearing gifts," he said, gesturing to the cups in his hands and placing one in front of Chris.