Dimple In My Cheek I Can't Spit Out
Title: Dimple In My Cheek I Can't Spit Out
Author: tafidadarling
Fandom: The Social Network which belongs to Columbia Pictures.
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Chris/Dustin, Mark, Eduardo, mention of Sean
Rating: FRAO.
Summary: This is the response to the prompt "Five times that Chris and Dustin almost kissed. Or screwed. Or just even cuddled IDC I JUST WANT SOME 5TIMES!CHRIS/DUSTIN PRETTY PLEASE." from tsn_kinkmeme. It became "Five times Chris and Dustin almost got together and the one time they did." A bit of cuddling, kissing and screwing, so I hope it pleases anon.
Notes: The title is from the song Eryn Smith by The Matches. It has nothing to do with the story, but I always loved that line. :3
Cross posted to socialnetwrkfic and tsn_kinkmeme.
i. Dustin struggled carting the remaining boxes from the car up the stairs. He kicked the door open with the toe of his sneaker and dropped the boxes on the nearest available surface. Chris was already hooking the crappy television they had picked up at a pawn shop.
“Two more minutes and I’ll have the XBOX up,” he said his attention still on the wires. “Ready to play some Halo?”
“Shouldn’t we unpack first?” Dustin looked around and realized besides video game paraphernalia, everything was still in cardboard boxes.
“Mark’s not here. We haven’t picked beds yet.” Chris said this as if it made perfect sense. Dustin decided to not point out that they could still get started.
“I hope you bought new controllers over the summer,” he said settling in on the couch instead. “The left arrow on the one was really starting to stick.”
“Was not!” Chris exclaimed as he tossed said controller at Dustin. He turned the console on, the game already in place. You’re just a sore loser.”
The two fell right back into the swing of things as if the summer hadn’t happened. Eventually Mark came in, and more boxes joined the mess. He immediately threw his hoodie on one of the beds and pulled out his laptop. Dustin and Chris paused the game long enough to say hello. A grunt was all they received in response.
“I guess we could unpack now,” Dustin said.
“Only because you’re losing,” was Chris’s response. The gaming marathon continued well into the night. Dustin woke the next morning convinced his neck was broken, it hurt so much. He and Chris had fallen asleep slumped on the couch. Chris’s head lay heavy on Dustin’s shoulder. Not wanting to disturb, or worse, embarrass his friend, Dustin slipped out and went to start sorting boxes. Chris frowned in his sleep.
ii. Mark was asking them to rank girls. Dustin wanted to be there for his friend since he had just been dumped by his girlfriend. Shame too because Dustin liked Erica. She was nice. It was a mystery how she had lasted that long. However, the idea of ranking girls not only seemed rude, but Dustin realized that he really could care less which girl was hotter. He told himself it was because he was dedicated to his studies. The empty bag of Doritos by the XBOX where he and Chris were before Mark barged in begged to differ.
Three six packs, one algorithm and hundreds of lines of code later Mark had launched Facemash. Chris half heartedly congratulated him and collapsed next to Dustin on his bed.
“S’not your bed Chris,” Dustin mumbled into the pillow.
“Too drunk to move,” Chris explained. Dustin could move to Chris’s bed, but it was the principle of the matter. He turned his light off and rolled over to give Chris more room.
He woke, this time his head in excruciating pain, but heads can’t “break”. Dustin felt arms tighten their embrace around his midsection. For a split second he wondered who he would have brought back to the room with him, but then the memory of the night before came crashing down much like Harvard’s network. This couldn’t be a coincidence. Dustin laughed as he thought, ‘Chris is a cuddler.’
“You two should get a room,” Mark said. He was already up and typing.
“I’m sorry the room we chose we have to share with you,” Dustin said as he tried to break Chris’s vice grip. “How’s Facemash?”
“I have to go in front of the ad board.”
“Shit.” Dustin felt that was sufficient enough to sum up all current situations. Chris wouldn’t let go, and Mark might actually be in serious trouble.
“I’ll see you when I get back,” Mark said confidently and left. Dustin figured he could let Chris sleep a little longer.
iii. “Let’s get out of here,” Chris said once Eduardo had danced over to Mark. Dustin had to agree; they party was lame. He had only come because he knew Chris and Eduardo would be there. With one friend gone and another leaving, he wasn’t hanging around any longer. They raced back to Kirkland, the cold air stinging their skin. Mark may be able to dress as if it was a balmy 60 degrees all year, but Dustin regretted letting Eduardo talk him into dressing up when no one cared either way.
Chris grabbed two more beers from the fridge and collapsed on the couch. “Is it sad that I hate parties?” he asked. “I’m twenty years old. I should want to party.”
“Well, if it’s sad, then we can be sad together,” Dustin replied. He gingerly sat down. The opposite of Chris in many ways. He was loud and straight forward while Dustin was not. That’s why Dustin hoped Chris would make a move. He had fallen for his best friend. What was this? An 80’s teen movie? If so, Dustin prayed he wasn’t the Duckie in this relationship.
“Penny for your thoughts,” Chris slurred.
“You sound ridiculous,” Dustin said with a laugh. He hoped he didn’t sound as nervous as he felt.
“We look ridiculous. Stupid Hawaiian shirts.” Chris unbuttoned his and threw it on the floor. Dustin tried to look away, but then Chris was leaning toward him, whispering, “It’s okay.” Dustin swore it looked as if he puckered his lips before he passed out.
Dusting sighed and set a trashcan by Chris before pulling a blanket over him. He tossed the untouched beers back in the fridge and thought about the party. He hadn’t had that much to drink in retrospect. He wondered about Chris.
iv. The Facebook. That was what Mark was calling his new project. He thought this was the one. Dustin could tell by the way he blew off classes he could manage doing the course work from his laptop. As if he didn’t get enough sleep before, he would spend four days or more wired in. Mark refused to let anyone else even look at The Facebook until he launched it. Then he called Chris and Dustin into the bedroom one afternoon and offered them a job.
“We’ll be paid?” Chris asked, grinning wide.
“Currently, no. But you will be part of history.”
“I can’t buy beer with ‘being a party of history’,” Chris huffed.
“I’m in,” Dustin said simply. He hadn’t found a single challenge in any of his programming classes, and perhaps working could help him keep his mind off Chris. Ever since the party, he felt Chris had grown distant. He remembered he hadn’t been that drunk, and he was mortified with what had happened. Dustin was positive.
“Count me in too,” Chris said eventually. “If Dustin is as busy as you are now then I’ll have no one’s ass to kick gaming anyway.”
Dustin let the dig slide. He smiled, and Mark began explaining their duties. As more of Harvard joined the site, Dustin, Chris and Mark spent more time holed up in Kirkland, faces illuminated by computer screens.
Eduardo let himself in one night as he balanced several bags of groceries. He popped a frozen pizza in the oven and stared silently for awhile.
“How long have you been wired in?’
“Chris and I started about half an hour ago,” Dustin mumbled as he kept typing. “Mark’s been at it all day.”
“Okay, you’re all going to take a break and eat when this pizza’s done. After that, Mark, you’re getting some sleep.”
“Thanks Mom,” Chris said as Eduardo dished out the pizza. Surprisingly Mark did go and lay down, and Eduardo warned Dustin and Chris to get sleep too before he left.
“I’m almost done, actually,” Chris said. He clicked save and began rummaging through the bags Eduardo had left on the counter. He poured a glass of luke warm Mountain Dew and took it over to Dustin.
Dustin nodded his thanks as he accepted the drink. Chris’s fingers lingered on Dustin’s and he looked up from his laptop. Chris took the cup back and sat it down. He leaned in, and Dustin willed himself to breath. Then he realized he was breathing in as Chris exhaled, and he was sure his brain malfunctioned. Chris’s tongue darted out and moistened his lips. His hands came up to frame Dustin’s face. This was it.
“I can’t believe Wardo thinks I’ll sleep when there is work to be done,” Mark said as he stormed out of the bedroom. Chris snapped back and walked over to the counter to pour himself a drink. Dustin could feel the blush, but still tried to act calm. Mark stared at them as emotionless as ever. “I don’t pay you to fraternize.”
“You don’t pay us at all,” Chris muttered.
v. Mark had started expanding The Facebook to other schools, and that meant Dustin and Chris were busier than ever. Dustin tried to continue going to classes, but like Mark, Chris had stopped. They were both close to flunking out. Dustin wasn’t far behind. All he could see was code. While Mark and Eduardo were out meeting Sean Parker of all people, Dustin was walking back to Kirkland after his history class to join Chris in adding some features they had been working on.
“Ramen?” Chris asked as Dustin sat on the couch in his usual spot. He swore there was a permanent Dustin shaped impression there.
“I’m good. I got something at the cafeteria and ate on the way back. I figured it would save some time.” Dustin turned his laptop on, the hum all too familiar. It had become the soundtrack of his life.
“You could take a little break,” Chris said. “We haven’t played Halo in awhile.”
“Mark wants these features up by tonight. You know that.”
“I won’t tell him if you don’t,” Chris said wiggling his eyebrows. Dustin gasped as Chris sat down right next to him and whispered in his ear, “Please tell me you locked the door. I don’t want to be interrupted again.”
Dustin could only nod. Chris set his laptop down for him and splayed his hands on Dustin’s chest. Dustin feared he could feel how fast his heart was beating. He closed his eyes, senses heightened by the anticipation. The kiss never came. Both their phones went off signaling a message from Mark.
Drop the “the”. Sean says just Facebook sounds cleaner.
vi. Dustin had never been this far from home. California was nice. He wasn’t going to miss the east coast’s brutal winters. With all the sun he might even get a tan. He still wasn’t sure how he felt about just dropping out of school, leaving Eduardo behind or the way Sean operated. There was a steady paycheck now, though the significance of what they were doing was evident to all including Chris.
Chris who was sneaking into Dustin’s room one night. Dustin was surrounded by the covers despite the heat and reading some mindless book someone had left lying around. Chris sat down next to him casually as if it were a common occurrence.
“What are you reading?” he asked.
“To be honest, I have no idea,” Dustin responded. “I just needed to see something that wasn’t code.” He tucked the bookmark in between the pages. He didn’t remember the main character’s name. It didn’t matter. Chris took the book from him and tossed it on the floor.
“I know the feeling,” he said almost too quiet for Dustin to hear. He kissed him then, a short peck at first, but they had both been waiting too long. The blankets were pushed aside as Chris pulled at Dustin’s clothes desperately. He swallowed Dustin’s moans as his hand found his cock and he gave a slow tug.
Dustin whimpered when Chris pulled away, and then blushed when he returned with a condom and lube he must have stored in his pocket. “We should have done this a long time ago,” Dustin said. He tensed as Chris pushed a finger to his opening.
“Sshh, baby. It’s okay,” Chris said. The simple words meant so much. Their weight hung in the room. Chris smiled and added a second finger as he jokingly continued. “We were preoccupied making history.”
Dustin shuddered as Chris began scissoring his fingers before adding a third. He brushed over Dustin’s prostate causing him to cry out.
“Sean may be having a party, but you have to try and be quiet,” Chris scolded. He eased his fingers out and sheathed himself with the condom. “This is going to hurt at first.”
“I’m ready,” Dustin said. “Just… go slow.”
Chris never had been one for patience, but he inched in, giving Dustin time to adjust. Once he was fully in, his cockhead barely touching that bundle of nerves, Dustin urged him to move. Chris set a slow pace at first, but Dustin wrapped his legs around Chris’s back forcing him even deeper. Chris moaned, forgetting his own warning to stay quiet, as he lost himself pounding into the willing body under him. He began to stroke Dustin in time with him. Dustin arched his back up off the mattress as he came across his and Chris’s stomachs. He pulled Chris down for a kiss, their tongues fighting for dominance. Chris playfully bit Dustin’s lower lip and with one, two more strokes he came.
Chris carefully slipped out of Dustin who hissed at the burn that was noticeable now without the pleasure blinding him. Chris tied the condom and threw it in the trashcan before climbing back into the bed. He hugged Dustin close and planted several kisses along his jaw.
“I knew it,” Dustin said.
“What?”
“You’re a cuddler.” Dustin laughed softly and relaxed in Chris’s embrace.
“Better way to stay warm than all those blankets. Let’s get some sleep. It’s going to be a long day. Even Sean will be working. It’s supposed to rain tomorrow.”