“Trounce away!”
He wasn’t going to make it easy for Darcy, though.He continued to play to win because the game was more fun that way, even if now that he was thinking about it, he really wanted to blow Darcy.And that was what got him in the end.He was just distracted enough that he wasn’t at the top of his game, and he lost several of the mini-games in a row and when all the stars were tallied at the end, Darcy had more than he did.
Darcy jumped up and did a goofy little dance, making Charma just laugh.Being with Darcy wasfun.Collapsing back onto the couch, Darcy turned to look at him, smiling, eyes bright.Charma’s laughter faded and he stared, totally caught.
The moment held for a long time, and he felt Darcy take his hand, fingers twining with his.
“Hey,” Darcy said softly.
“Hey yourself.”
They leaned in together, lips meeting gently.
Goddess, Darcy’s lips felt good against his own.And when he slipped his tongue into Darcy’s mouth, the taste was even better.A hint of peanut butter, a hint of sweet and all Darcy.Groaning, Charma moved closer, and slid his free hand alone Darcy’s cheek, then back to cup his head.Darcy opened up wider for him, and touched his arm, then wrapped his fingers around Charma’s skin.He loved the way that closed the loop, pleasure moving between them.
They kissed and kissed, making out while the Mario Party music played in a loop.The soundtrack of their make-out session.The random thought tickled him, and he laughed into their kiss.
Darcy pulled back, pupils huge, expression wanton.Charma had heard the word before, knew what it meant, but seeing the look on Darcy’s face, that was the first time he really understood what the word meant at a gut level.
“What’s funny?”Darcy asked, licking his lips, which made Charma want to forget all about everything but kissing Darcy again.
“Uh…”
Now it was Darcy who was laughing.“Forgotten already?”
“You’re distracting!Especially when you’re looking at me like that.”
Darcy tilted his head.“Like what?”
“Needy.”
Eyelids drooping, Darcy groaned.
“Not helping,” Charma pointed out.
“Doesn’t matter.”
“No, but itwasfunny.”The music hit its crescendo and started from the beginning again.“Oh!It was the music.I was thinking that this was the soundtrack of our make-out session.”
Darcy cackled.“Thatisfunny.Let me fix it.”Grabbing his phone off the table, Darcy turned off the TV and turned on some music, David Bowie’sWe Could Be Heroesfilling the air.“Better?”
“It didn’t really matter, but yeah, better.”
“Good.Now where were we?”
“We were here.”Darcy pressed their lips back together, the sensation even better now that they were warmed up.
“Oh yeah.But I also owe you a blow job.”
“Uh-huh.”Darcy looked very pleased by this fact.“Should I collect now or wait?”
“Why would you want to wait?”
“I don’t know.”Grinning, Darcy closed the distance between their lips again, hands holding both sides of his head and tilting it slightly.When the kiss finally ended, Darcy let their lips part just enough to speak.“I don’t care if you don’t want to do it.I just want to keep kissing and touching you and seeing where it goes.”
“It’s definitely coming not going.”Charma gave a wink as he said it, then slipped off the couch and settled, kneeling, between Darcy’s legs.
Darcy laughed for him, but the sound hiccupped a little.
