It Started With the Laundry
Title: It Started With the Laundry
Author: tafidadarling
Fandom: The Social Network which belongs to Columbia Pictures.
Characters/Pairings: Chris/Dustin, mention of Mark and Eduardo
Rating: FRAO
Summary: Chris and Dustin are in an established relationship. Cue fluff happening. Chris is actually turned on by Dustin acting so domestic because he's used to seeing him drinking Red Bull and coding for 36 hours straight. Now he's making him breakfast in bed and taking their dog for a walk. One night, while doing the dishes, Chris can't take it anymore and jumps him. (Or you know, something along those lines.)
Notes: Yeah, I just filled my own prompt fromtsn_kinkmeme. No shame. I actually was going to wait longer to see if someone would fill it first, but then an episode of 1 Girl 5 Gays gave me the idea for the third section, and I couldn't help myself. The puppy is named Joss because I can see Dustin being a Buffy or Firefly fan.
Posted to socialnetwrkfic and tsn_kinkmeme.
It started with the laundry. Chris was unpacking the last of his things in their bedroom. Their bedroom. It felt weird but wonderful to be able to say that. He and Dustin had danced around each other all throughout college, and now they were living together. Chris smiled as he made his way downstairs where Dustin was curled up on the couch typing with one hand while he reached for his can of Red Bull with the other. Chris walked up behind him and gave a quick kiss on the top of his head.
"Oh shit," Dustin cried as he dropped the can in his lap. "Jesus Chris. Are you trying to scare me to death? When did you come downstairs?"
Just like that the moment was gone. Chris laughed and asked, "Do you want to smell like Red Bull the rest of the night or are you going to let me wash those?"
"I can get it myself," Dustin mumbled. He stood up carefully, disposing of the empty can on his way to the basement. Chris followed, afraid if left to his own devices, Dustin would flood the entire house in bubbles. Dustin stuck his tongue out when he seemed to realize what Chris was thinking and then peeled the soaked clothes off and threw them in the washer.
Chris told himself the reason he was feeling a flush creep up his chest was because his boyfriend was standing in his boxers not five feet from him. Yet, instead of watching the curve of Dustin's backside as he learned forward to turn the washer on, Chris was watching him add the detergent and choose the setting.
Once he was done, Dustin looked over and shook his head. "Oh no. No, no, no. I see what your little sorted agenda is. Scare Dustin. He spills drink and has to get naked. Ravish him in the laundry room. Well, it isn't going to work. You know I have to finish these updates tonight or Mark will kill me."
"What agenda? There was no agenda. I just... you looked so cute sitting there," Chris said lamely.
"I've been demoted to cute?" Dustin pouted and it didn't help his case.
"Well, you do look hot now," Chris said reaching out, trailing his fingers along Dustin's bicep. "Even if you do reek like Red Bull."
Dustin yanked his arm away. "Now whose fault is that?"
He then brushed passed Chris and went back upstairs. By the time Chris joined him, Dustin was wearing an old Harvard t-shirt and sweatpants and typing away once again. It was still adorable, Chris thought. Dustin sitting on their couch in their house.
"Staring isn't going to break me," Dustin said, interrupting Chris's thoughts. "It's you and Mr. Right Hand tonight. Sorry."
The moment was definitely gone.
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The next time it was vacuuming. As he sat at the dining room table writing up a chore schedule, Chris was haunted by memories of their room at Kirkland after a party and he being the only one to do any of the cleaning up. That was going to stop right now. He truly loved Dustin, but if they were going to make it work, Dustin was going to have to learn how to mop.
Chris was almost done with the chart when he heard the vacuum cleaner start up. He stood and followed the noise to the living room where Dustin was pushing the machine across the carpet with a determined look on his face. Chris expected him to be dancing and singing, anything to make the time go faster, but Dustin was surprisingly quiet. Chris found himself wanting to make Dustin be loud, so he unplugged the vacuum. Dustin jumped.
"Man, is it like your new life goal to scare me to death? If it is, you have a sick definition of love Chris Hughes."
"I was just making a chore schedule," Chris said as if Dustin straying from it was a bad thing.
"I don't need a chore schedule to know it's been awhile since this place was vacuumed," Dustin replied defiantly. "I know I never helped out at Kirkland. That's not going to be the case now. I'm not a kid anymore."
Chris did feel like a kid. He just wanted to jump Dustin right there in the middle of the living room. There was something about him remembering to do chores without being reminded that had Chris flushing again and stepping forward to kiss Dustin. It started sweetly, and Dustin seemed to forget the vacuuming long enough to give back as good as he got once Chris began to deepen the kiss.
"Let's go to bed," Chris said when they pulled apart.
"Chris, it's only 2 p.m. Oh, and in case you forgot, Mark and Eduardo are coming over for our house warming party in about two hours."
"That's more than enough time because I'm not talking about sleeping." Those last few words were punctuated with little nips to Dustin's jaw, and Chris let his hands roam lower.
"I knew that," Dustin said sighing. He tried to wiggle out of Chris's grasp. "Once again. 2 p.m. Party in two hours. Mark and Wardo."
"We have time."
"I have to finish cleaning. If you weren't so busy with the schedule and were actually helping, we might be done with time to spare."
Chris had to admit Dustin was right. He watched him resume the vacuuming before heading off to tidy up the kitchen that was still a mess from breakfast. They did manage to get everything done before the party was to start, but of course Eduardo had to be punctual.
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The third and fourth time involved a conversation and an outing. They had been living in the house for several weeks by then. One night, they were sprawled out on the couch, Dustin practically lying on top of Chris, and watching some mindless reality show about a family with a ridiculous amount of kids.
"It's not fair," Dustin mumbled.
"What's not fair?" Chris asked as he ran his fingers through Dustin's hair.
"That these whack jobs can have 25 kids, but we can't have one."
"Dustin, no offense, but last time I checked, you don't have a uterus."
"I'm serious Chris. They clearly can't take care of all these children, and instead of calling Child Services they tape it, exploit them and roll in the dough. Now, if you and I wanted to adopt, they'd spazz because we're gay, yet we are definitely more sane than those religious freaks."
Chris's hand had stopped during Dustin's tirade, and he looked down as Dustin met his eyes through strawberry blonde lashes. "Babe, are you saying..."
"It doesn't have to be now or in five years even," Dustin said quickly. "I just would like to expand our fabulous geek family someday."
"I'd love that too," Chris said and then turned the television off. He moved so they were more comfortable and, cupping Dustin's chin, kissed him slowly. They made out lazily for awhile before Chris suggested they retire and, grabbing Dustin's head, led him up the stairs.
"You know," Dustin was saying between kisses, "we could get a dog. Like, how stereotypical would that be?"
"A dog would be nice," Chris agreed as he rocked his hips against Dustin's leg. He should not be this turned on by the topic at hand, but by this point he had accepted this odd turn of events.
"I kind of always wanted a dog," Dustin said. He had stopped returning Chris's kisses, leaving him pretty much just humping his boyfriend's leg. "What breed would fit us?"
"We'll have to do research," Chris panted. "We'll do it in the morning. Come to bed."
"But what if you forget you said I can? Let's look now."
"You would abuse me in this state?"
Dustin smiled coyly. "Of course. How else am I ever supposed to get my way?"
They looked at dogs, then, lounging on the bed with Dustin's laptop propped up between them. When they went to adopt a golden retriever puppy the next week, Chris just laughed as he felt that flush while watching Dustin play with the little ball of fluff.
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The time after that coincided with sex, but Chris didn't count it as a victory. He had allowed Dustin free reign to name the puppy, and now Dustin was taking Joss for a walk. There was a big meeting at Facebook the next morning, so Chris went up to get ready for bed. He was just folding his clothes when Dustin came in.
"Do squirrels ever sleep?" Dustin whined.
"No Dustin, rodents are always awake to make life miserable for the rest of us," Chris said with a laugh. "What happened?"
"A squirrel ran in front of us as we were walking, and Joss thought it would be a good idea to chase it around the block. He's really fast for being so small. I had to run to keep up with him. Luckily he lost the squirrel somewhere on Main."
Chris had tears streaming down his cheeks as he imagined Dustin trailing behind the puppy. He wished he could have been there, but he was glad he wasn't. It would have probably ended in public indecency.
"What are you going to wear to the meeting tomorrow?" he asked.
"A shirt and pants...?"
"Babe, you should wear something nice. These are big investors we're meeting with. It wouldn't hurt you to make a good impression."
"Like you? Always sucking up with your suit," Dustin joked.
"I thought you liked when I wore a suit," Chris replied with a mock pout.
"Yeah I do," Dustin said as he pushed Chris down on the bed. "Just thinking about you in that suit all day tomorrow, and I won't be able to do a thing about it, makes me..."
Suddenly, Joss whimpered from the doorway. Dustin backed up quickly and rushed over to pet him.
"I'm sorry buddy. Daddy and Papa were wrestling."
Chris rolled around on the bed, laughing once again, as Dustin carried Joss to his bed in the hall before promptly returning and closing the door. He sauntered back over and silenced Chris's laughter with a seering kiss. Chris supposed they both won, but it wasn't over yet.
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The last time involved the dishes. The chore schedule that Chris made was hung up on the side of the refrigerator and proudly displayed that it was his turn to "wash" the dishes, or more like putting them in the dishwasher. When Chris came back from the bathroom, however, Dustin was already loading the plates from dinner that they had just finished into the dishwasher. Chris leaned in the doorway and watched for a minute before breaking the silence.
"It was my turn, you know."
"I know," Dustin replied, his back still to Chris. "You had a bad day, so I thought I'd give you a break."
"It wasn't that bad."
"Okay, so maybe I happened to notice how much you love when I'm all domestic," Dustin said drawing the words out. He glanced over his shoulder and winked.
"And to think I was starting to believe you were really that clueless."
"Chris, I'm offended," Dustin said with an over exaggerated gasp. "I was just waiting for the right time to unleash my attack."
"Oh, so that would be now?"
Dustin finally turned around and dried his hands on one of the dish towels. "Yeah, that would be now. What are you waiting for?"
Chris didn't need any more invitation. He ran across the tile, Dustin's yelp swallowed in the kiss. Chris lifted Dustin up on the counter and popped the button of his jeans.
"I can't believe you get so turned on by me being the perfect little house wife," Dustin said, pulling Chris's shirt over his head and latching onto his neck, the bites sharp but soon soothed by his tongue.
"Not, oh God, not my fault I'm used to seeing you coding all the time," Chris stammered. Before Dustin could reply, Chris lifted him again and said, "Bedroom. Now."
They fumbled their way upstairs, clothing scattered along the way. Chris slammed the door shut so they wouldn't be interrupted by Joss, which was happening more frequently. With Dustin laid out on the bed in front of him, Chris felt himself blush as if it were the first time Dustin trusted him with something so intimate.
"I know, I know. I truly am a sight to behold," Dustin said with a flourish.
Chris smiled, took the hint and crawled over Dustin to reach the condoms and lube. He licked his way into Dustin's mouth as he warmed up the lube between his fingers. One finger, and Dustin smiled against Chris's lips. Two fingers, and he began to moan. Three fingers, and he panted, "Now Chris. Fuck me now."
Hooking Dustin's legs over his shoulders, Chris eased into Dustin inch by inch as he kissed his nose, his cheeks, his eyelids. Chris set a slow pace, searching for Dustin's prostrate. As Dustin cried out, Chris angled it so he hit it with every thrust, and Dustin was soon coming all over himself and the sheets. Seeing him come undone without being touched sent Chris over the edge, and he came too.
Dustin curled up against Chris's side and with a quick kiss muttered, "I love you."
"I love you too babe."
"I guess I'll have to do the laundry in the morning."
Chris grinned. "I'll help you."
It ended with the laundry.
Author: tafidadarling
Fandom: The Social Network which belongs to Columbia Pictures.
Characters/Pairings: Chris/Dustin, mention of Mark and Eduardo
Rating: FRAO
Summary: Chris and Dustin are in an established relationship. Cue fluff happening. Chris is actually turned on by Dustin acting so domestic because he's used to seeing him drinking Red Bull and coding for 36 hours straight. Now he's making him breakfast in bed and taking their dog for a walk. One night, while doing the dishes, Chris can't take it anymore and jumps him. (Or you know, something along those lines.)
Notes: Yeah, I just filled my own prompt fromtsn_kinkmeme. No shame. I actually was going to wait longer to see if someone would fill it first, but then an episode of 1 Girl 5 Gays gave me the idea for the third section, and I couldn't help myself. The puppy is named Joss because I can see Dustin being a Buffy or Firefly fan.
Posted to socialnetwrkfic and tsn_kinkmeme.
It started with the laundry. Chris was unpacking the last of his things in their bedroom. Their bedroom. It felt weird but wonderful to be able to say that. He and Dustin had danced around each other all throughout college, and now they were living together. Chris smiled as he made his way downstairs where Dustin was curled up on the couch typing with one hand while he reached for his can of Red Bull with the other. Chris walked up behind him and gave a quick kiss on the top of his head.
"Oh shit," Dustin cried as he dropped the can in his lap. "Jesus Chris. Are you trying to scare me to death? When did you come downstairs?"
Just like that the moment was gone. Chris laughed and asked, "Do you want to smell like Red Bull the rest of the night or are you going to let me wash those?"
"I can get it myself," Dustin mumbled. He stood up carefully, disposing of the empty can on his way to the basement. Chris followed, afraid if left to his own devices, Dustin would flood the entire house in bubbles. Dustin stuck his tongue out when he seemed to realize what Chris was thinking and then peeled the soaked clothes off and threw them in the washer.
Chris told himself the reason he was feeling a flush creep up his chest was because his boyfriend was standing in his boxers not five feet from him. Yet, instead of watching the curve of Dustin's backside as he learned forward to turn the washer on, Chris was watching him add the detergent and choose the setting.
Once he was done, Dustin looked over and shook his head. "Oh no. No, no, no. I see what your little sorted agenda is. Scare Dustin. He spills drink and has to get naked. Ravish him in the laundry room. Well, it isn't going to work. You know I have to finish these updates tonight or Mark will kill me."
"What agenda? There was no agenda. I just... you looked so cute sitting there," Chris said lamely.
"I've been demoted to cute?" Dustin pouted and it didn't help his case.
"Well, you do look hot now," Chris said reaching out, trailing his fingers along Dustin's bicep. "Even if you do reek like Red Bull."
Dustin yanked his arm away. "Now whose fault is that?"
He then brushed passed Chris and went back upstairs. By the time Chris joined him, Dustin was wearing an old Harvard t-shirt and sweatpants and typing away once again. It was still adorable, Chris thought. Dustin sitting on their couch in their house.
"Staring isn't going to break me," Dustin said, interrupting Chris's thoughts. "It's you and Mr. Right Hand tonight. Sorry."
The moment was definitely gone.
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The next time it was vacuuming. As he sat at the dining room table writing up a chore schedule, Chris was haunted by memories of their room at Kirkland after a party and he being the only one to do any of the cleaning up. That was going to stop right now. He truly loved Dustin, but if they were going to make it work, Dustin was going to have to learn how to mop.
Chris was almost done with the chart when he heard the vacuum cleaner start up. He stood and followed the noise to the living room where Dustin was pushing the machine across the carpet with a determined look on his face. Chris expected him to be dancing and singing, anything to make the time go faster, but Dustin was surprisingly quiet. Chris found himself wanting to make Dustin be loud, so he unplugged the vacuum. Dustin jumped.
"Man, is it like your new life goal to scare me to death? If it is, you have a sick definition of love Chris Hughes."
"I was just making a chore schedule," Chris said as if Dustin straying from it was a bad thing.
"I don't need a chore schedule to know it's been awhile since this place was vacuumed," Dustin replied defiantly. "I know I never helped out at Kirkland. That's not going to be the case now. I'm not a kid anymore."
Chris did feel like a kid. He just wanted to jump Dustin right there in the middle of the living room. There was something about him remembering to do chores without being reminded that had Chris flushing again and stepping forward to kiss Dustin. It started sweetly, and Dustin seemed to forget the vacuuming long enough to give back as good as he got once Chris began to deepen the kiss.
"Let's go to bed," Chris said when they pulled apart.
"Chris, it's only 2 p.m. Oh, and in case you forgot, Mark and Eduardo are coming over for our house warming party in about two hours."
"That's more than enough time because I'm not talking about sleeping." Those last few words were punctuated with little nips to Dustin's jaw, and Chris let his hands roam lower.
"I knew that," Dustin said sighing. He tried to wiggle out of Chris's grasp. "Once again. 2 p.m. Party in two hours. Mark and Wardo."
"We have time."
"I have to finish cleaning. If you weren't so busy with the schedule and were actually helping, we might be done with time to spare."
Chris had to admit Dustin was right. He watched him resume the vacuuming before heading off to tidy up the kitchen that was still a mess from breakfast. They did manage to get everything done before the party was to start, but of course Eduardo had to be punctual.
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The third and fourth time involved a conversation and an outing. They had been living in the house for several weeks by then. One night, they were sprawled out on the couch, Dustin practically lying on top of Chris, and watching some mindless reality show about a family with a ridiculous amount of kids.
"It's not fair," Dustin mumbled.
"What's not fair?" Chris asked as he ran his fingers through Dustin's hair.
"That these whack jobs can have 25 kids, but we can't have one."
"Dustin, no offense, but last time I checked, you don't have a uterus."
"I'm serious Chris. They clearly can't take care of all these children, and instead of calling Child Services they tape it, exploit them and roll in the dough. Now, if you and I wanted to adopt, they'd spazz because we're gay, yet we are definitely more sane than those religious freaks."
Chris's hand had stopped during Dustin's tirade, and he looked down as Dustin met his eyes through strawberry blonde lashes. "Babe, are you saying..."
"It doesn't have to be now or in five years even," Dustin said quickly. "I just would like to expand our fabulous geek family someday."
"I'd love that too," Chris said and then turned the television off. He moved so they were more comfortable and, cupping Dustin's chin, kissed him slowly. They made out lazily for awhile before Chris suggested they retire and, grabbing Dustin's head, led him up the stairs.
"You know," Dustin was saying between kisses, "we could get a dog. Like, how stereotypical would that be?"
"A dog would be nice," Chris agreed as he rocked his hips against Dustin's leg. He should not be this turned on by the topic at hand, but by this point he had accepted this odd turn of events.
"I kind of always wanted a dog," Dustin said. He had stopped returning Chris's kisses, leaving him pretty much just humping his boyfriend's leg. "What breed would fit us?"
"We'll have to do research," Chris panted. "We'll do it in the morning. Come to bed."
"But what if you forget you said I can? Let's look now."
"You would abuse me in this state?"
Dustin smiled coyly. "Of course. How else am I ever supposed to get my way?"
They looked at dogs, then, lounging on the bed with Dustin's laptop propped up between them. When they went to adopt a golden retriever puppy the next week, Chris just laughed as he felt that flush while watching Dustin play with the little ball of fluff.
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The time after that coincided with sex, but Chris didn't count it as a victory. He had allowed Dustin free reign to name the puppy, and now Dustin was taking Joss for a walk. There was a big meeting at Facebook the next morning, so Chris went up to get ready for bed. He was just folding his clothes when Dustin came in.
"Do squirrels ever sleep?" Dustin whined.
"No Dustin, rodents are always awake to make life miserable for the rest of us," Chris said with a laugh. "What happened?"
"A squirrel ran in front of us as we were walking, and Joss thought it would be a good idea to chase it around the block. He's really fast for being so small. I had to run to keep up with him. Luckily he lost the squirrel somewhere on Main."
Chris had tears streaming down his cheeks as he imagined Dustin trailing behind the puppy. He wished he could have been there, but he was glad he wasn't. It would have probably ended in public indecency.
"What are you going to wear to the meeting tomorrow?" he asked.
"A shirt and pants...?"
"Babe, you should wear something nice. These are big investors we're meeting with. It wouldn't hurt you to make a good impression."
"Like you? Always sucking up with your suit," Dustin joked.
"I thought you liked when I wore a suit," Chris replied with a mock pout.
"Yeah I do," Dustin said as he pushed Chris down on the bed. "Just thinking about you in that suit all day tomorrow, and I won't be able to do a thing about it, makes me..."
Suddenly, Joss whimpered from the doorway. Dustin backed up quickly and rushed over to pet him.
"I'm sorry buddy. Daddy and Papa were wrestling."
Chris rolled around on the bed, laughing once again, as Dustin carried Joss to his bed in the hall before promptly returning and closing the door. He sauntered back over and silenced Chris's laughter with a seering kiss. Chris supposed they both won, but it wasn't over yet.
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The last time involved the dishes. The chore schedule that Chris made was hung up on the side of the refrigerator and proudly displayed that it was his turn to "wash" the dishes, or more like putting them in the dishwasher. When Chris came back from the bathroom, however, Dustin was already loading the plates from dinner that they had just finished into the dishwasher. Chris leaned in the doorway and watched for a minute before breaking the silence.
"It was my turn, you know."
"I know," Dustin replied, his back still to Chris. "You had a bad day, so I thought I'd give you a break."
"It wasn't that bad."
"Okay, so maybe I happened to notice how much you love when I'm all domestic," Dustin said drawing the words out. He glanced over his shoulder and winked.
"And to think I was starting to believe you were really that clueless."
"Chris, I'm offended," Dustin said with an over exaggerated gasp. "I was just waiting for the right time to unleash my attack."
"Oh, so that would be now?"
Dustin finally turned around and dried his hands on one of the dish towels. "Yeah, that would be now. What are you waiting for?"
Chris didn't need any more invitation. He ran across the tile, Dustin's yelp swallowed in the kiss. Chris lifted Dustin up on the counter and popped the button of his jeans.
"I can't believe you get so turned on by me being the perfect little house wife," Dustin said, pulling Chris's shirt over his head and latching onto his neck, the bites sharp but soon soothed by his tongue.
"Not, oh God, not my fault I'm used to seeing you coding all the time," Chris stammered. Before Dustin could reply, Chris lifted him again and said, "Bedroom. Now."
They fumbled their way upstairs, clothing scattered along the way. Chris slammed the door shut so they wouldn't be interrupted by Joss, which was happening more frequently. With Dustin laid out on the bed in front of him, Chris felt himself blush as if it were the first time Dustin trusted him with something so intimate.
"I know, I know. I truly am a sight to behold," Dustin said with a flourish.
Chris smiled, took the hint and crawled over Dustin to reach the condoms and lube. He licked his way into Dustin's mouth as he warmed up the lube between his fingers. One finger, and Dustin smiled against Chris's lips. Two fingers, and he began to moan. Three fingers, and he panted, "Now Chris. Fuck me now."
Hooking Dustin's legs over his shoulders, Chris eased into Dustin inch by inch as he kissed his nose, his cheeks, his eyelids. Chris set a slow pace, searching for Dustin's prostrate. As Dustin cried out, Chris angled it so he hit it with every thrust, and Dustin was soon coming all over himself and the sheets. Seeing him come undone without being touched sent Chris over the edge, and he came too.
Dustin curled up against Chris's side and with a quick kiss muttered, "I love you."
"I love you too babe."
"I guess I'll have to do the laundry in the morning."
Chris grinned. "I'll help you."
It ended with the laundry.