Special Permission
Title: Special Permission
Pairing: KBelt (Kendall/Dustin Belt) with established background OT4, perhaps hinting at future OT5 if you squintsquint
Rating: T
Summary: “Dude, have you seen your boyfriends? Carlos would make me feel like a bigger douche than Jesse McCartney. James would, I dunno, kill me. And Logan…wouldn’t let James kill me because he’d want to watch me suffer.”
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Author's Notes: I love Dustin WAY too much for it to be healthy, and REALLY NOW. DBelt needs more love. And I love the idea of past!KBelt and possible OT5. We all know my love of OT4, and c'mon, Dustin is practically the fifth member anyway, so why not the fifth boyfriend? I may or may not continue this further, right now I'm kinda stuck on where to go with it (beyond the obvious smut!). And, again, dedicated to RumbleRoar846 and to ALL THE DBELT LOVERS OUT THERE!!!
“DUSTIN! DustinDustinDustin lookatthis!!”
“WAIT! Dustin I gotta see this! Looklooklook!!”
“DUSTIN!! CMON!!”
Yeah, that’s what Dustin had to deal with for the past two hours. He and Kendall had gone shopping while in Germany, looking at random items and landmarks and trying to read the German street signs and German shop names, and Dustin was about to strangle the kid.
“Kendall, just…relax.”
“Dude, no way! We leave Germany tonight and I wanna see stuffs! You guys barely let me see shit in Munich!”
“And this is why. You’re obnoxious. And whiny. You do know you’re not three, right? That’s why I’m stuck with you while the guys went off to do their own shit.”
“AND I wanted to spend some quality time with my ole bestie buddy!”
“You talk to me like that again and imma smack yer ass, punk.”
“You love it.”
“I did.” Dustin was still in love with Kendall. He’d readily admit it. But Kendall had his group of sexy boyfriends, and there’s nothing Dustin could do about it. He still didn’t get how the foursome thing worked half the time (like, they had to get jealous, right? How did they decide who got who during…yanno?), but Dustin didn’t really need to know the mechanics of it.
Kendall blabbered on about something, Dustin half ignored him. All he knew was that the kid kept fucking up his German so badly that one of the locals was bound to hit him for accidently saying something off-color.
“DUSTY!” Dustin almost walked into Kendall because the kid had stopped in the middle of the damn sidewalk, poking at something violently on is phone screen. He had previously advised the boyfriends/sex toys not to let him use his iPhone all the time; he was bound to break the screen one day.
“What did I say about calling me that? That offer to smack you is still up in the air, dumbass.”
“I know! But lookatthis!” It was cute when Kendall slurred his words together.
He sighed. “Okay, when you start wanting to hit up German sex shops, that’s enough for you.” And that’s what Kendall was looking at on his phone. Local porn/sex shops.
“But Dustiiiiiinnnn!”
“Don’t taunt me, boy. Let’s get you back to the hotel so you can fuck yer buddies and get this outta yer system. Don’t need ta have you poppin’ one in front of yer teenie-bopper fans.” Because heaven knows that Kendall’s dick still acted like it still belonged to a thirteen year old boy.
Kendall suddenly pulled out of Dustin’s grasp, turning into the brunette and gripping the front of his shirt. Kendall’s breath puffed against the brunette’s neck and holyfuck his nose was tickling Dustin’s jaw. He froze, afraid to move, afraid to breathe, afraid to anything because he knew if he did he’d lose his cool and end up fucking Kendall’s stupid hipster brains out against a wall. That’d be great press for a Nickelodeon show/boyband star.
“How ‘bout you do it for ‘em, Dustin?”
Dustin was speechless, completely frozen and eyes wide and holyfuckKendallwhynow? “W-what?”
“You heard me, DBelt. Fuck me.”
“Y-yer boyfriends, they-they wouldn’t be too happy.” Dustin couldn’t breathe, think, or handle any normal functions at this point.
Kendall’s other hand was pressed on Dustin stomach, thumb playing with the hem of his t-shirt. “What if I told you that my boys gave me special permission?”
“I’d say you’re crazy.” Because who the fuck would do that when you had three hotsexy boyfriends who would fuck you whenever/however/wherever you please?
“Drive me to the asylum, baby.” Kendall nuzzled the brunette’s ear, just that little bit of contact made Dustin shudder and his breath hitch. Damn he wanted Kendall. It had been too long.
It had been almost two years since Kendall got the part on BTR, almost a year and a half since he and Kendall broke up, and almost a year since Kendall started dating Logan. Once that flame had been lit, it only took a few months to realize that James and Carlos had feelings for each other, and only a few months after that for the four to realize that the feelings between the pairs weren’t just platonic. As the months and the years went on, Dustin was alienated from his best friend and past-lover. As the band started playing live shows, Sony Records realized they needed to hire live musicians and Kendall was considerate enough to get him the job fairly easily and quickly (just as Dustin bank account was running scary-low, but Kendall had wicked timing that way). While Dustin was glad that he now had a steady gig thanks to Kendall, the close proximity to the blonde and his boys made Dustin feel regretful. Regretful that he couldn’t be all that Kendall needed and that he didn’t try hard enough to be everything Kendall needed. Which is, apparently, a big shoe to fill considering the young hipster bitch has three boyfriends. And while Dustin wasn’t one to dwell on the past or worry about the future, it still put him down more than it should have.
“God, Kendall…if yer fucking with me…you better be ready ta plan a funeral.”
The blonde chuckled, “Why’s that?”
“Dude, have you seen your boyfriends? Carlos would make me feel like a bigger douche than Jesse McCartney. James would, I dunno, kill me. And Logan…wouldn’t let James kill me because he’d want to watch me suffer.” Not even kidding. Logan was freaky-sadistic like that. Like…Dustin didn’t even wanna witness that shit.
“Wanna call ‘em?”
Dammit, Kendall. “Don’t need to.”
“Good,” Kendall purred, sounding too much like a compliant kitten for it to be anywhere near normal, “let’s go back to the hotel then, baby.”
Pairing: KBelt (Kendall/Dustin Belt) with established background OT4, perhaps hinting at future OT5 if you squintsquint
Rating: T
Summary: “Dude, have you seen your boyfriends? Carlos would make me feel like a bigger douche than Jesse McCartney. James would, I dunno, kill me. And Logan…wouldn’t let James kill me because he’d want to watch me suffer.”
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Author's Notes: I love Dustin WAY too much for it to be healthy, and REALLY NOW. DBelt needs more love. And I love the idea of past!KBelt and possible OT5. We all know my love of OT4, and c'mon, Dustin is practically the fifth member anyway, so why not the fifth boyfriend? I may or may not continue this further, right now I'm kinda stuck on where to go with it (beyond the obvious smut!). And, again, dedicated to RumbleRoar846 and to ALL THE DBELT LOVERS OUT THERE!!!
“DUSTIN! DustinDustinDustin lookatthis!!”
“WAIT! Dustin I gotta see this! Looklooklook!!”
“DUSTIN!! CMON!!”
Yeah, that’s what Dustin had to deal with for the past two hours. He and Kendall had gone shopping while in Germany, looking at random items and landmarks and trying to read the German street signs and German shop names, and Dustin was about to strangle the kid.
“Kendall, just…relax.”
“Dude, no way! We leave Germany tonight and I wanna see stuffs! You guys barely let me see shit in Munich!”
“And this is why. You’re obnoxious. And whiny. You do know you’re not three, right? That’s why I’m stuck with you while the guys went off to do their own shit.”
“AND I wanted to spend some quality time with my ole bestie buddy!”
“You talk to me like that again and imma smack yer ass, punk.”
“You love it.”
“I did.” Dustin was still in love with Kendall. He’d readily admit it. But Kendall had his group of sexy boyfriends, and there’s nothing Dustin could do about it. He still didn’t get how the foursome thing worked half the time (like, they had to get jealous, right? How did they decide who got who during…yanno?), but Dustin didn’t really need to know the mechanics of it.
Kendall blabbered on about something, Dustin half ignored him. All he knew was that the kid kept fucking up his German so badly that one of the locals was bound to hit him for accidently saying something off-color.
“DUSTY!” Dustin almost walked into Kendall because the kid had stopped in the middle of the damn sidewalk, poking at something violently on is phone screen. He had previously advised the boyfriends/sex toys not to let him use his iPhone all the time; he was bound to break the screen one day.
“What did I say about calling me that? That offer to smack you is still up in the air, dumbass.”
“I know! But lookatthis!” It was cute when Kendall slurred his words together.
He sighed. “Okay, when you start wanting to hit up German sex shops, that’s enough for you.” And that’s what Kendall was looking at on his phone. Local porn/sex shops.
“But Dustiiiiiinnnn!”
“Don’t taunt me, boy. Let’s get you back to the hotel so you can fuck yer buddies and get this outta yer system. Don’t need ta have you poppin’ one in front of yer teenie-bopper fans.” Because heaven knows that Kendall’s dick still acted like it still belonged to a thirteen year old boy.
Kendall suddenly pulled out of Dustin’s grasp, turning into the brunette and gripping the front of his shirt. Kendall’s breath puffed against the brunette’s neck and holyfuck his nose was tickling Dustin’s jaw. He froze, afraid to move, afraid to breathe, afraid to anything because he knew if he did he’d lose his cool and end up fucking Kendall’s stupid hipster brains out against a wall. That’d be great press for a Nickelodeon show/boyband star.
“How ‘bout you do it for ‘em, Dustin?”
Dustin was speechless, completely frozen and eyes wide and holyfuckKendallwhynow? “W-what?”
“You heard me, DBelt. Fuck me.”
“Y-yer boyfriends, they-they wouldn’t be too happy.” Dustin couldn’t breathe, think, or handle any normal functions at this point.
Kendall’s other hand was pressed on Dustin stomach, thumb playing with the hem of his t-shirt. “What if I told you that my boys gave me special permission?”
“I’d say you’re crazy.” Because who the fuck would do that when you had three hotsexy boyfriends who would fuck you whenever/however/wherever you please?
“Drive me to the asylum, baby.” Kendall nuzzled the brunette’s ear, just that little bit of contact made Dustin shudder and his breath hitch. Damn he wanted Kendall. It had been too long.
It had been almost two years since Kendall got the part on BTR, almost a year and a half since he and Kendall broke up, and almost a year since Kendall started dating Logan. Once that flame had been lit, it only took a few months to realize that James and Carlos had feelings for each other, and only a few months after that for the four to realize that the feelings between the pairs weren’t just platonic. As the months and the years went on, Dustin was alienated from his best friend and past-lover. As the band started playing live shows, Sony Records realized they needed to hire live musicians and Kendall was considerate enough to get him the job fairly easily and quickly (just as Dustin bank account was running scary-low, but Kendall had wicked timing that way). While Dustin was glad that he now had a steady gig thanks to Kendall, the close proximity to the blonde and his boys made Dustin feel regretful. Regretful that he couldn’t be all that Kendall needed and that he didn’t try hard enough to be everything Kendall needed. Which is, apparently, a big shoe to fill considering the young hipster bitch has three boyfriends. And while Dustin wasn’t one to dwell on the past or worry about the future, it still put him down more than it should have.
“God, Kendall…if yer fucking with me…you better be ready ta plan a funeral.”
The blonde chuckled, “Why’s that?”
“Dude, have you seen your boyfriends? Carlos would make me feel like a bigger douche than Jesse McCartney. James would, I dunno, kill me. And Logan…wouldn’t let James kill me because he’d want to watch me suffer.” Not even kidding. Logan was freaky-sadistic like that. Like…Dustin didn’t even wanna witness that shit.
“Wanna call ‘em?”
Dammit, Kendall. “Don’t need to.”
“Good,” Kendall purred, sounding too much like a compliant kitten for it to be anywhere near normal, “let’s go back to the hotel then, baby.”