fill: [Untitled] 2b/?salvadore_hartMarch 27 2011, 03:35:28 UTC
Mark twists in his grasp and pulls his hands free. Dustin responds by diving after Mark's retreating body. He misses by a foot but manages to catch Mark's ankle and drag him down to the floor. Something like a squawk (later, Dustin is sworn to secrecy but tells Chris about it anyway) escapes Mark as he hits the floor.
There is also a thud as Mark collides with the ground but Dustin is too distracted but a sudden a scrambling of limbs in a very awkward form of wrestling to check if Mark is hurt. Mark tries to kick his way along the ground and out of reach, but Dustin grasps for his shin and pulls him back, making like the videos of squids fighting whales to hold Mark down on the ground.
Before Mark starts biting, Dustin staggers to his feet and uses his hold on Mark's waist to toss him over his shoulder.
They manages the first two steps up the stairs before the fact that Mark is nearly equal to Dustin in height and weight causes them both to tumble back to the floor.
“Goddammit Dustin,” Mark groans, holding to his shoulder. Dustin holds the back of his head (from where he landed on Mark's bony shoulder) and calls gravity a cruel mistress.
Hands shove at the back of his head until Dustin rolls off. Ignoring the throbbing of his skull, Dustin looks over at Mark and feels his gut twist at the way Mark is scrunching his eyes.
“Fuck man, I am so sorry,” Dustin scrambles to say as he rolls to his side. He stares at Mark, fingers itching to reach out and just managing to not curl around the guy and pat him down. Because Dustin isn't an expert on courtship of any sort but he is pretty sure you don't convince the person you have a crush on to date you by throwing them to the ground like a sumo wrestler.
“I can kiss it better,” Dustin stammers. He meets Mark's eyes and the ridiculousness makes them both smile so hard that soon they are holding their sides as they laugh at it all.
(And if Dustin's heart soars about, a bit, as Mark gives him a fond look at least no one else will notice)
Except, Dustin sort of leans over (later he can pretend that he wasn't thinking) and kisses Mark's shoulder anyway. Just the press of his lips to Mark's sweatshirt but still a flush rises to Dustin's cheeks.
When he meets Mark's eyes he doesn't find a sad look or an affronted look on his face. Rather, a speculative one,that Mark ends with a nod, to himself, and a murmuring beneath his breath that sounds like “right.”
And Dustin doesn't expect it when Mark leans up and kisses him. It's a short kiss, just a brush of Mark's lips against his - something chaste and a little ridiculous. A little perfect. Mark doesn't give Dustin the chance to respond. He just nods again then pushes himself slowly off of the floor. Dustin falls back against the wooden flooring, watching in a dazed fashion as Mark moves towards and up the stairs.
“Call Chris and tell him that I won't be in until noon.”
Dustin salutes in response. Mark doesn't see it but he must expect it because he doesn't turn around as he crosses the hall and disappears into his bedroom.
fill: Please Don't Insist 3a/?salvadore_hartMarch 30 2011, 08:09:17 UTC
NOW WITH A TITLE! (from Tegan&Sara's “Walking with a Ghost,” but in my head the soundtrack is She&Him and The Beatles' “I Want to Hold Your Hand”)
All of your comments are lovely and I am so pleased that you like it this! Seriously, thank you so much.
While Dustin waits for Chris to pick up the phone he peeks into Mark's fridge, half hoping that there will be some milk that isn't expired behind the beers and Red Bull. He's also hoping that there is some sort of cereal in the cabinets, but he's hoping to find milk first. He's already tried cereal and beer, back at Harvard, and the taste wasn't everything teen movies from the eighties and nineties made it out to be. Plus, he's supposed to be a responsible adult and showing up to work buzzed does not fall into the category of “responsible adult behavior.” Dustin chews the inside of his cheek as he moves the beers around again, but no milk appears.
“Hello,” Chris greets, sounding awake, though slightly distracted. Dustin smiles.
“Good morning Christopher,” Dustin sing-songs back, pulling his head from inside the fridge.
When he does so, however, Dustin puts his head (and specifically his nose) far too close to his armpits for his sense of smell to handle. He bumps into the refrigerator door when he flinches away. Dustin recognizes that he smells like ass and, while he has never tried to be Wardo, he also tries not to be Mark.
Not that there is anything wrong with Mark being Mark a small part of Dustin's head reminds him. Dustin ignores that part in favor of listening to Chris.
“Dustin. What's up?”
“Mark's taking the morning off. He asked me to let you know.”
Chris makes a humming noise that Dustin translates to “sure he asked you, and next week he plans to adopt puppies and smile at the employees.” It makes Dustin snicker and Chris echoes him from the other end of the line. This, Dustin thinks, is why Chris is awesome.
There is the sound of a car door closing and the start of an engine. Then Chris says, “I'm going to let you go. I'll see you at work.”
“Kay,” Dustin says before he hangs up. He gives up on the fridge and decides, despite not wanting to ruin their earlier moment (or whatever the hell it was), to bother Mark for some clothes and the use of his shower.
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“Mark?” Dustin asks peeking into the bedroom.
From beneath the pile of blankets on the bed a hand appears and waves at him to a go away. Dustin tries not to find it endearing as he moves a bit further into the room. He calls again Mark's name again, and the blankets groan, but Mark doesn't make any further motion to acknowledge Dustin.
“I'm going to borrow a shirt and use your shower,” Dustin says, but he lifts his pitch at the end to turn it into a question. He waits, hand still on the doorknob. The blankets shift and then Mark speaks (but doesn't emerge), voice tired with sleep, but comprehensible.
“Shirts are in the closet. You know where the bathroom is. Go away.”
“Grumble, grumble, I get it,” Dustin teases as he goes through Mark's closet. Peeking over his shoulder, Dustin watches the blankets scrunch together as, presumably, Mark curls up tighter to his pillow. It's damn cute and Dustin thinks he's being turned into a teenage girl what with all of the feelings. And with that thought, Dustin grabs the nearest t-shirt and dashes for the bathroom.
Contemplating the generic body wash that Mark keeps in the shower, Dustin absolutely does.not.think about Mark naked.
“Fuck,” Dustin murmurs, dropping his head against the tile.
Re: fill: Please Don't Insist 3a/?of_albionMarch 30 2011, 09:16:51 UTC
OH MY GOD HALP I'VE FALLEN AND I CANT GET UP they are so ridiculously cute I just want to cuddle with them and make them be okay and keep them happy and well fed :DDDDD
Lovely writing yet again, darling. Can't wait for the rest xxxxx
fill: Please Don't Insist 3b/?salvadore_hartMarch 31 2011, 09:25:28 UTC
Dustin is wired in when Chris finally wanders down from the second floor to say hello, so Dustin doesn't notice him immediately. Even when Chris leans his hip against the desk and stares at the back of his head. He only notices he's no longer alone because the desk gives a shake when Chris hops up onto it. He half looks at Chris from the corner of his eye, but doesn't give any indication of greeting. It's not unusual, at least not when there is a deadline. Chris catches his fingers in the sleeve of Dustin's shirt and gives it a tug, effectively pulling Dustin's attention away from the screen. When Dustin looks up Chris is looking back at him expectantly.
“Hey man,” Dustin says. He quickly saves his work so he can turn in his chair to face Chris. He smiles up at his friend, resting his elbow on the desk and attempting to say with his eyes, “what brings you 'round these parts?” Chris shoots him a fond look. Then his gaze drops to the shirt Dustin is wearing and his eyes narrow and his nose scrunches up, Dustin's shirt (Mark's shirt), making Dustin fidget.
“I haven't seen this shirt before,” Chris remarks, offhandedly. “Right, because I am Doug, and only one shirt and pant combination.” Dustin tries for nonchalance, even throws in a shrug, but he can already feel his cheeks heating up.
“No,” Chris agrees, slowly. Then he's looking Dustin dead in the eye and says, “But you also haven't bought a new shirt in years.”
Dustin is suddenly very aware of why Mark tends to avoid telling Chris anything. It's as if his superpower is truth-garnering by way of guilt-rays. From his eyes. Dustin tries not to tug at the hem of the shirt, or look down at it, for fear of giving something away. Except, telling himself not to stare at his shirt make Dustin look down and he feels like an idiot because it's obviously Mark's shirt. What with the words I love Sloths stretched across the fabric, and the fact that Dustin has never worn a shirt featuring said mammal. Thankfully, Chris doesn't seem to recognize it, but his eyebrows do fly toward his hair line.
“Thank god,” Chris says, sounding far too incredulous for Dustin's pride to stand. Dustin pouts. “I resent what ever theory you have for praising a deity based on my clothing.”
“You got laid.” Chris says this with the same incredulous tone, and really Dustin is feeling a bit like a pariah at this point. He's tempted to ask if he should move into a cave. Then Chris frowns. “I don't need to worry about who it was you fucked, do I?”
“Oh god, shut up,” Dustin exclaims turning back to his computer. His stupid pale skin has gone bright red and it's all Chris' fault. Not only is he now imagining a life alone in a lighthouse (it's a far more suitable living arrangement than caves, being claustrophobic and all) and picturing Mark naked which is just - Dustin drops his head onto the keyboard.
“Does this mean I won't have to hear anymore about your weird crush on Mark?”
Dustin emits a soft groan against the keys, which his computer responds to with a lovely call of it's own two octaves higher (or it could just be that his nose has managed to hold down the shift key.)
“I was at Mark's house. We had beer and played video games.” “So a typical Thursday.”
Dustin lifts his arms and throws them about in the direction of Chris' face, which Dustin discovers is not compatible with keeping one's face on a keyboard.
“It's not what you think,” Dustin manages to mumble a little while later. He's not entirely sure if Chris is even still there to hear him say that. Except Chris makes a comforting noise from above him and then there is a hand patting Dustin's shoulder. A bit condescendingly actually, so Dustin knows it's Chris.
Which is for the best since the next words out of Dustin's mouth are, “So Mark may have kissed me.”
There is sputtering from Chris. Dustin would laugh if he weren't sure that he would accidentally catch his teeth on the keyboard. Then there is a stretch of silence. Dustin turns his head to look up at Chris, calling his name cautiously.
“May have?” Chris finally inquires. “Did.”
Chris says, “Huh,” looking slightly shell-shocked. Before Dustin can ask about it, though, Chris pats his shoulder again before stumbling away.
There is also a thud as Mark collides with the ground but Dustin is too distracted but a sudden a scrambling of limbs in a very awkward form of wrestling to check if Mark is hurt. Mark tries to kick his way along the ground and out of reach, but Dustin grasps for his shin and pulls him back, making like the videos of squids fighting whales to hold Mark down on the ground.
Before Mark starts biting, Dustin staggers to his feet and uses his hold on Mark's waist to toss him over his shoulder.
They manages the first two steps up the stairs before the fact that Mark is nearly equal to Dustin in height and weight causes them both to tumble back to the floor.
“Goddammit Dustin,” Mark groans, holding to his shoulder. Dustin holds the back of his head (from where he landed on Mark's bony shoulder) and calls gravity a cruel mistress.
Hands shove at the back of his head until Dustin rolls off. Ignoring the throbbing of his skull, Dustin looks over at Mark and feels his gut twist at the way Mark is scrunching his eyes.
“Fuck man, I am so sorry,” Dustin scrambles to say as he rolls to his side. He stares at Mark, fingers itching to reach out and just managing to not curl around the guy and pat him down. Because Dustin isn't an expert on courtship of any sort but he is pretty sure you don't convince the person you have a crush on to date you by throwing them to the ground like a sumo wrestler.
“I can kiss it better,” Dustin stammers. He meets Mark's eyes and the ridiculousness makes them both smile so hard that soon they are holding their sides as they laugh at it all.
(And if Dustin's heart soars about, a bit, as Mark gives him a fond look at least no one else will notice)
Except, Dustin sort of leans over (later he can pretend that he wasn't thinking) and kisses Mark's shoulder anyway. Just the press of his lips to Mark's sweatshirt but still a flush rises to Dustin's cheeks.
When he meets Mark's eyes he doesn't find a sad look or an affronted look on his face. Rather, a speculative one,that Mark ends with a nod, to himself, and a murmuring beneath his breath that sounds like “right.”
And Dustin doesn't expect it when Mark leans up and kisses him. It's a short kiss, just a brush of Mark's lips against his - something chaste and a little ridiculous. A little perfect.
Mark doesn't give Dustin the chance to respond. He just nods again then pushes himself slowly off of the floor. Dustin falls back against the wooden flooring, watching in a dazed fashion as Mark moves towards and up the stairs.
“Call Chris and tell him that I won't be in until noon.”
Dustin salutes in response. Mark doesn't see it but he must expect it because he doesn't turn around as he crosses the hall and disappears into his bedroom.
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(no title suggestion, but in my head i call it The Awesome, along with the capitalization and all)
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SJKLADJLKJ I love love love love love love this so much. We are now officially married and theyre both so cute together omg can we adopt them
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And we should definitely adopt them, though we would spoil them rotten.
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All of your comments are lovely and I am so pleased that you like it this! Seriously, thank you so much.
While Dustin waits for Chris to pick up the phone he peeks into Mark's fridge, half hoping that there will be some milk that isn't expired behind the beers and Red Bull. He's also hoping that there is some sort of cereal in the cabinets, but he's hoping to find milk first. He's already tried cereal and beer, back at Harvard, and the taste wasn't everything teen movies from the eighties and nineties made it out to be. Plus, he's supposed to be a responsible adult and showing up to work buzzed does not fall into the category of “responsible adult behavior.” Dustin chews the inside of his cheek as he moves the beers around again, but no milk appears.
“Hello,” Chris greets, sounding awake, though slightly distracted. Dustin smiles.
“Good morning Christopher,” Dustin sing-songs back, pulling his head from inside the fridge.
When he does so, however, Dustin puts his head (and specifically his nose) far too close to his armpits for his sense of smell to handle. He bumps into the refrigerator door when he flinches away. Dustin recognizes that he smells like ass and, while he has never tried to be Wardo, he also tries not to be Mark.
Not that there is anything wrong with Mark being Mark a small part of Dustin's head reminds him. Dustin ignores that part in favor of listening to Chris.
“Dustin. What's up?”
“Mark's taking the morning off. He asked me to let you know.”
Chris makes a humming noise that Dustin translates to “sure he asked you, and next week he plans to adopt puppies and smile at the employees.” It makes Dustin snicker and Chris echoes him from the other end of the line. This, Dustin thinks, is why Chris is awesome.
There is the sound of a car door closing and the start of an engine. Then Chris says, “I'm going to let you go. I'll see you at work.”
“Kay,” Dustin says before he hangs up. He gives up on the fridge and decides, despite not wanting to ruin their earlier moment (or whatever the hell it was), to bother Mark for some clothes and the use of his shower.
-
“Mark?” Dustin asks peeking into the bedroom.
From beneath the pile of blankets on the bed a hand appears and waves at him to a go away. Dustin tries not to find it endearing as he moves a bit further into the room. He calls again Mark's name again, and the blankets groan, but Mark doesn't make any further motion to acknowledge Dustin.
“I'm going to borrow a shirt and use your shower,” Dustin says, but he lifts his pitch at the end to turn it into a question. He waits, hand still on the doorknob. The blankets shift and then Mark speaks (but doesn't emerge), voice tired with sleep, but comprehensible.
“Shirts are in the closet. You know where the bathroom is. Go away.”
“Grumble, grumble, I get it,” Dustin teases as he goes through Mark's closet. Peeking over his shoulder, Dustin watches the blankets scrunch together as, presumably, Mark curls up tighter to his pillow. It's damn cute and Dustin thinks he's being turned into a teenage girl what with all of the feelings. And with that thought, Dustin grabs the nearest t-shirt and dashes for the bathroom.
Contemplating the generic body wash that Mark keeps in the shower, Dustin absolutely does.not.think about Mark naked.
“Fuck,” Dustin murmurs, dropping his head against the tile.
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Lovely writing yet again, darling. Can't wait for the rest xxxxx
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<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 and <3 <3!!!
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i love both of them!!how can they be so adorable!!!!!
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Chris catches his fingers in the sleeve of Dustin's shirt and gives it a tug, effectively pulling Dustin's attention away from the screen. When Dustin looks up Chris is looking back at him expectantly.
“Hey man,” Dustin says. He quickly saves his work so he can turn in his chair to face Chris. He smiles up at his friend, resting his elbow on the desk and attempting to say with his eyes, “what brings you 'round these parts?” Chris shoots him a fond look. Then his gaze drops to the shirt Dustin is wearing and his eyes narrow and his nose scrunches up, Dustin's shirt (Mark's shirt), making Dustin fidget.
“I haven't seen this shirt before,” Chris remarks, offhandedly.
“Right, because I am Doug, and only one shirt and pant combination.” Dustin tries for nonchalance, even throws in a shrug, but he can already feel his cheeks heating up.
“No,” Chris agrees, slowly. Then he's looking Dustin dead in the eye and says, “But you also haven't bought a new shirt in years.”
Dustin is suddenly very aware of why Mark tends to avoid telling Chris anything. It's as if his superpower is truth-garnering by way of guilt-rays. From his eyes. Dustin tries not to tug at the hem of the shirt, or look down at it, for fear of giving something away. Except, telling himself not to stare at his shirt make Dustin look down and he feels like an idiot because it's obviously Mark's shirt. What with the words I love Sloths stretched across the fabric, and the fact that Dustin has never worn a shirt featuring said mammal. Thankfully, Chris doesn't seem to recognize it, but his eyebrows do fly toward his hair line.
“Thank god,” Chris says, sounding far too incredulous for Dustin's pride to stand.
Dustin pouts. “I resent what ever theory you have for praising a deity based on my clothing.”
“You got laid.” Chris says this with the same incredulous tone, and really Dustin is feeling a bit like a pariah at this point. He's tempted to ask if he should move into a cave.
Then Chris frowns. “I don't need to worry about who it was you fucked, do I?”
“Oh god, shut up,” Dustin exclaims turning back to his computer. His stupid pale skin has gone bright red and it's all Chris' fault. Not only is he now imagining a life alone in a lighthouse (it's a far more suitable living arrangement than caves, being claustrophobic and all) and picturing Mark naked which is just - Dustin drops his head onto the keyboard.
“Does this mean I won't have to hear anymore about your weird crush on Mark?”
Dustin emits a soft groan against the keys, which his computer responds to with a lovely call of it's own two octaves higher (or it could just be that his nose has managed to hold down the shift key.)
“I was at Mark's house. We had beer and played video games.”
“So a typical Thursday.”
Dustin lifts his arms and throws them about in the direction of Chris' face, which Dustin discovers is not compatible with keeping one's face on a keyboard.
“It's not what you think,” Dustin manages to mumble a little while later. He's not entirely sure if Chris is even still there to hear him say that. Except Chris makes a comforting noise from above him and then there is a hand patting Dustin's shoulder. A bit condescendingly actually, so Dustin knows it's Chris.
Which is for the best since the next words out of Dustin's mouth are, “So Mark may have kissed me.”
There is sputtering from Chris. Dustin would laugh if he weren't sure that he would accidentally catch his teeth on the keyboard. Then there is a stretch of silence. Dustin turns his head to look up at Chris, calling his name cautiously.
“May have?” Chris finally inquires.
“Did.”
Chris says, “Huh,” looking slightly shell-shocked. Before Dustin can ask about it, though, Chris pats his shoulder again before stumbling away.
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