Dear employers, I will have to take the day off today because:
☐ It’s December and the streets are papier-mached with wet bronze leaves and it’s so dark outside that the cars have their headlights on at 3pm
☐ I have recently been through a breakup, or I have been through a breakup at any time in my life really, and I woke up today with the absolute conviction that I will never be loved again
☐ A dog looked at me
☐ I got a text from someone for whom I feel a mix of concern and frustration and recognition and longing that is both more and less than romance
☐ Someone made a joke about dead pets meeting you in heaven
☐ Daylight savings time
☐ I passed a knot of flowers that were so bright they glowed through the dim grey water of the day and when was anything in my life last that luminous?
☐ Girls are too pretty
☐ For the first time I genuinely comprehend that there is not enough time to have all the lives I wanted
☐ I accidentally listened to Leonard Cohen"
Wake up. Whine about being hungry. Check email on their phone. Whine more about being hungry. Fight over who will make breakfast. Remember they have leftovers. Argue about whether leftovers are better cold or hot. Realize they’re out of juice. Bicker over who has to go get more. Realize the dog needs to go out. Thumb wrestle over who has to deal with the Poopbag McFourlegs. Casually reference needing to shower. No showers are taken. Check email again. Discuss plans for the week. Bitch over call times and lack of sleep. Make out a little. Use dice rolling app to solve debate over who gives first/who gets first. Blowjobs commence. Each points out the other really needs to shower now. No showers are taken. Cat comes in and allows himself to be harassed briefly then leaves again. Darren falls back asleep. Chris checks email a third (fourth, fifth, sixth) time, eventually decides to nap, too.
Chris was cold. And miserable. And Jesus Christ, he really wanted Darren to be here with him, though he would never admit to his ridiculous dork of a boyfriend that he was the warmth Chris needed when he was cold and miserable.
Stupid rain. Stupid holiday break. Stupid trains and stupid buses and stupid every means of transportation because Chris wasn’t sure of what had happened but all the trips back home had been cancelled the day he was going to buy his ticket to go home for the holidays.
Now he was stuck in his stupidly cold dorm room. Alone.
And cold. And miserable.
God, he hated the universe sometimes.
I think they’re both independent enough people to understand that sometimes their connection is stronger when they aren’t together. Outlets are good, they’re healthy, and considering these are both famous, busy guys with active careers they would do well to be able to find strength when they’re half a world apart - so when they are back together again they can spend that time on them and not battling the negative energy coming at them from all angles.
So, yeah, I think they would try not to vent to each other unless it’s something they can vent about together to a productive end. But sometimes even when they’re together and they get upset, they just handle it. Maybe Darren plays some angry or some maudlin music, maybe Chris disappears into a locked room. They wait it out, do what they can, support each other - and remind each other that they’re gonna outlast all the bullshit.
A mix of bittersweet and excited - Darren more bittersweet, Chris more excited. I think they’re good at leaving work at work by now, and just try not to spend too much time even thinking about what goes on during working hours now. There’s too much else in their life, lined up and just waiting to go.
Talk about their travel habits. How they pack, what they do before they leave, what’s the first thing they do when they’re in a new hotel, how they act when they’re finally home. Either separately, or when they travel together.
I think they’re probably both slightly messy last minute packers. I think Darren is a bad influence on Chris, because Chris will have every intention of packing ahead of time and neatly but Darren comes along with his ‘hey, come listen to this tune’ and ‘oh shit there’s a new episode of [Downton Abbey/Korra/whatever]’ and ‘just a quickie, you don’t have to do any of the work, I’ll ride you’ and before Chris knows it his flight leaves in four hours.
But whereas Darren would see the four hour warning and go ‘sweet, I can nap for another two’ Chris will go into panic mode because he’s too thorough of a person not to obsessively check everything four times. He has to make fucking sure he is not forgetting anything so he’ll work himself up into total anxiety and then berate himself for not doing it a week ago. Darren just… throws some shit into a bag and if he needs more clothes he’ll buy them when he gets wherever.
But somehow, magically, Darren never needs extra anything and Chris still ends up showing up to whatever city and realizing he has no phone charger or his special electric toothbrush is on the counter at home.
It’s hard for me to not write Dom!Chris given my role as Chris in the pornstar au, but I can also see how maybe sometimes Chris might need that release. And I can definitely see Darren being the more dom type once in a while. He’s just got this quiet intensity about him at random moments, and all of that boundless energy has to feel amazing once it’s narrowed down and focused on you. So yeah maybe Chris is feeling antsy about something and he just wheedles at Darren until Darren grabs him and - I doubt goes straight for spanking but maybe there’s some play fighting, some wrestling, a little wall slamming? And Chris just melts into Darren and the lightbulb pops on in Darren’s head and then it’s all bruising kisses and Darren shoving Chris’s clothes off and the utterly satisfying slap of Darren’s hand on Chris’s ass and then afterward Chris is just quiet and not withdrawn but settled in his skin, and Darren holds him.