Chris wasn’t staring.

Why would he be staring? Seeing Darren Criss and Jon Groff grinding on each other in a bar is a perfectly normal Saturday night for him.

Except it totally isn’t, and he totally was.

Chris watched, glass of Diet Coke and vodka still half-raised to his mouth, as Jon slid his hands under the hem of Darren’s v-neck and gripped his hips, pulling him closer.

Chris tore his eyes away, scanning the other people dancing around them for a minute.

He took a drink, then promptly choked when he looked back over to his friends.

Jon was mouthing along Darren’s neck, tongue flicking against his sweaty skin. Darren turned his head, welcoming Jon’s mouth against his.

Chris turned away as quickly when they pulled apart, looking back to the bar for another drink. He swallowed the lump in his throat and readjusted himself in his seat.

“Diet Coke and vodka? Really?” Darren teased, clapping a hand on Chris’ shoulder as he walked up behind him.

Chris jumped a little, shooting a half-hearted glare Darren’s way. “I’ll have you know that Diet Coke is—”

“God’s gift to the soft drink world?” Jon guessed, grinning at Chris and sitting in the seat next to him.

“Exactly.”

Darren laughed again, shaking his head so that the glitter smeared over his cheek glinted in the light. “Jello shots, though!” he said excitedly before leaning across to talk to the bartender so she could hear him.

Jon just grinned, reaching to stroke Chris’ cheek. “Come on, let’s dance, Colfer!”

“I am…not drunk enough for that,” Chris replied, laughing and raising a pointed eyebrow at Jon. “I don’t know that I’ll ever be drunk enough to grind on you in a bar, actually.”

“You need to loosen up,” Jon said, nodding to the jello shot that Darren was handing him. “Come on!”

—

Chris didn’t intend to actually cave to Jon’s requests for a dance…but eventually (see: a handful of jello shots and another Diet Coke and vodka later) he cracked and allowed himself to be dragged out.

Darren just laughed and downed another shot as he watched Jon press himself up on Chris. He joined them when the song changed, pulling Chris to him as Like a G6 started playing. “My turn!” he yelled to Jon over the music, grinning wide.

Chris laughed loudly, inhibitions forgotten with the pleasant buzz surging through him. “You know, for a straight boy…” he began, raising an eyebrow at Darren.

“San Francisco,” Darren replied, cutting him off with a wave of his hand and an ear-to-ear grin. “You love it.”

“I kinda do,” Chris admitted, lips pulled back in one of those rare smiles where his teeth were visible. “Couldn’t have picked a better on-screen boyfriend, actually.”

“Hey, no shop talk tonight,” Darren warned, lifting himself up on his toes and leaning in to press a quick kiss to Chris’ lips to quiet him as if it were nothing. “Less talking, more dancing,” he said, pulling Chris closer by the belt loops.

Chris laughed a little as he walked back to the bar with Darren. “You two are terrible influences, you know.”

“I’m an awesome influence,” Darren said. He wiped some of the glitter from his cheek and reached to smear it across Chris’. “You’re having a good time, aren’t you?”

“I am, actually,” Chris admitted. “And I would really love another of those jello shots.”

—

When Chris stumbled back into his flat, there were two pairs of hands attached to him.

“Chris,” Jon said in a hoarse whisper, “let’s go. Bedroom.”

“What about—-” Chris giggled out, shooting a pointed glance at Darren.

“Like hell I’m missing out on the fun,” Darren said, giving Chris’ ass a playful swat.

Chris paused in the doorway to his room, raising an eyebrow at Darren. “I thought you were—-“

“I’m like a bendy ruler!”

Chris rolled his eyes at the goofy grin on Darren’s face and kissed him. Darren pulled Chris towards the bed and crawled up onto it before taking Chris’ hand and pulling him down.

Jon groaned softly, watching as Darren straddled Chris’ hips, hands running up his stomach. “Take his shirt off,” he said in a low voice, licking his lips. Darren did as he was told and sat back to drink in the pale skin before him.

“Oh, god, Chris,” Darren muttered, adams apple bobbing as he swallowed thickly. He leaned down, kissing under his ear and listening to Chris’ ragged breathing.

Chris panted softly, reaching up to tug at Darren’s shirt sloppily. “Too many clothes,” he grumbled. Darren laughed, taking pity on him and sitting up fully to tug his shirt off over his head.

Jon watched the rising and falling of Chris’ chest for a moment before allowing his eyes to travel up to the blissful expression on his face as Darren laid a trail of kisses down his stomach. “Suck him off,” he instructed as he watched Darren fumble with the zipper of Chris’ too-tight jeans.

Chris made a low noise in his throat as Darren’s breath ghosted lower. “Oh…god,” he gasped when Darren had his jeans and briefs pulled down and his hand was wrapped around the base of his dick.

“Yeah…” Jon pressed down, working his hand inside his pants and palming himself through his boxer-briefs as he watched Darren go down on Chris. “God, Chris,” he muttered as Chris tangled his fingers in Darren’s hair and tugged. He crawled over, leaning over Chris’ chest to attach his mouth to his collarbone, biting and sucking.

Chris cried out, reaching for Jon’s hair with his other hand. He missed on the first grab, nails dragging down the skin on his back before he went for it again. “J- oh, fuck, Jon,” he groaned when Jon bit sucked at his neck.

Darren reached down, jerking himself off sloppily as he sucked Chris. He grunted around Chris when he gave his curls a particularly firm tug to signal his impending orgasm. Pulling off slowly, he continued to work his own cock with one hand and pumped Chris’ with the other.

Jon nudged Darren’s hand away when he crawled down. He watched Chris’ face for a moment before taking him into his mouth.

Chris gasped, hips jerking up when his orgasm overtook him, hands fisting into the sheets on either side of him. Jon swallowed, pulling off and licking his lips. “Oh, god, Chris,” he mumbled, voice wrecked.

Darren worried his bottom lip between his teeth, watching Jon. “Come here,” he said, voice cracking. He grabbed Jon’s face and kissed him hard, teeth clinking.

Jonathan rolled them so he was on top, rutting against Darren. “I’m…gonna…come,” he muttered into Darren’s ear as he jerked against him once more before he was done for.

Darren stilled against Jon when he came, nails digging into his shoulders. “Fuck,” he groaned, tilting his head back against the bed.

Chris blinked down at the pair of them through heavy eyes. “…And you say you’re straight,” he teased Darren, the sides of his mouth quirked up in a smile.

Darren laughed and crawled up to lay beside Chris. “San Francisco,” he reminded him in a sing song voice, pulling the covers up over the three of them.