fill: Please Don't Insist 4/?salvadore_hartApril 4 2011, 06:54:27 UTC
short update, more Mark/Dustin in the next bit
Dustin keeps thinking of the looks on Mark's face and its making his organs churn in an emotion based way (as opposed to - Damn, the pizza really was three weeks old) so the second the door to Chris' office is shut behind them Dustin pulls his phone from his pocket and texts Mark a single, reassuring smiley face. Then he thinks about how interpretable it could be a single smiley could be and he's pushing Chris toward his desk, screwing up his lips as he over thinks things. So he shoots off a second text with about a dozen sideways smileys in a row.
When he looks up, Chris has staggered back into his chair and he's looking wild-eyed back at Dustin. Chris' hair is a wreck from pulling at it and, as soon as he catches Dustin's eye, he murmurs, “Fuck,” and then his fingers are back in his hair - tearing it out. Dustin nearly drops his phone in shock. He stumbles quickly from the door to Chris' side of the desk.
“No, hey! Why are you - don't!”
“I can't believe him!” Chris bemoans. Dustin feels extremely lost.
“Sorry, I'm lost,” Dustin says. He sits down on the edge of Chris' desk and folds his hands in his lap. There's a moment where Chris just hunches over and Dustin just waits. Then Chris' head shoots up and he drags his hands over his face. He's still wild-eyed and Dustin already has his hands raised to grab for him, if Chris chooses to race off on a rampage again.
“Right,” Chris says. “I'm going to kill him. I'm going to beat his head in with his own flip-flops.”
“Wait,” Dustin asks, feeling like the entire situation has given him whiplash. He waves his hands about for emphasis. “Why do you want to beat Mark? Did he do something to an investor? Did he upset someone famous?”
“No, god no,” Chris responds. He's almost yelling, and he jerks back in his chair so it hits the wall. Then his eyebrows drop and he is looking at Dustin suspiciously. “Do you know something I don't?”
“No!”
“Then it's just him kissing you.”
“Why is that a problem?”
“Dustin,” Chris sighs. A real sigh, not his long suffering PR of Facebook sigh. And he shakes his head, staring down at his hands. Chris says, “I just don't want you to get hurt, Dustin.”
“Oh.” Dustin has to blink a few times before it all sets in. “That's uncharacteristically naïve of you Christopher.”
Chris laughs and the frown lines leave Chris' face, and Dustin laughs as well.
“I promise I won't tell anyone though,” Dustin says, winking like they are in cahoots.
Chris says, sarcastically, “Thank you.”
“You are welcome, buddy.” Dustin pats Chris on the shoulder as he stands up from the desk.
Before he opens the door Dustin says, momentarily dropping all bravado, “Thanks, man.”
Chris waves him off with mutterings of how idiotic all of his friends are.
Dustin keeps thinking of the looks on Mark's face and its making his organs churn in an emotion based way (as opposed to - Damn, the pizza really was three weeks old) so the second the door to Chris' office is shut behind them Dustin pulls his phone from his pocket and texts Mark a single, reassuring smiley face. Then he thinks about how interpretable it could be a single smiley could be and he's pushing Chris toward his desk, screwing up his lips as he over thinks things. So he shoots off a second text with about a dozen sideways smileys in a row.
When he looks up, Chris has staggered back into his chair and he's looking wild-eyed back at Dustin. Chris' hair is a wreck from pulling at it and, as soon as he catches Dustin's eye, he murmurs, “Fuck,” and then his fingers are back in his hair - tearing it out. Dustin nearly drops his phone in shock. He stumbles quickly from the door to Chris' side of the desk.
“No, hey! Why are you - don't!”
“I can't believe him!” Chris bemoans. Dustin feels extremely lost.
“Sorry, I'm lost,” Dustin says. He sits down on the edge of Chris' desk and folds his hands in his lap. There's a moment where Chris just hunches over and Dustin just waits. Then Chris' head shoots up and he drags his hands over his face. He's still wild-eyed and Dustin already has his hands raised to grab for him, if Chris chooses to race off on a rampage again.
“Right,” Chris says. “I'm going to kill him. I'm going to beat his head in with his own flip-flops.”
“Wait,” Dustin asks, feeling like the entire situation has given him whiplash. He waves his hands about for emphasis. “Why do you want to beat Mark? Did he do something to an investor? Did he upset someone famous?”
“No, god no,” Chris responds. He's almost yelling, and he jerks back in his chair so it hits the wall. Then his eyebrows drop and he is looking at Dustin suspiciously. “Do you know something I don't?”
“No!”
“Then it's just him kissing you.”
“Why is that a problem?”
“Dustin,” Chris sighs. A real sigh, not his long suffering PR of Facebook sigh. And he shakes his head, staring down at his hands.
Chris says, “I just don't want you to get hurt, Dustin.”
“Oh.” Dustin has to blink a few times before it all sets in. “That's uncharacteristically naïve of you Christopher.”
Chris laughs and the frown lines leave Chris' face, and Dustin laughs as well.
“I promise I won't tell anyone though,” Dustin says, winking like they are in cahoots.
Chris says, sarcastically, “Thank you.”
“You are welcome, buddy.” Dustin pats Chris on the shoulder as he stands up from the desk.
Before he opens the door Dustin says, momentarily dropping all bravado, “Thanks, man.”
Chris waves him off with mutterings of how idiotic all of his friends are.
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Why can't I have more update!!!!
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Also omg, Mark and Dustin are the CUTEST THING EVER! ♥
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I'm glad you like this, and the platonic and romantic relationships.
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