Fandom: The social Network
Charaktere: Chris, Dustin, Eduardo, Mark (in alphabetischer Reihenfolge)
Challenge: "Outing"
Warnungen: Humor, dialog
Wörter: ~1300
Vorwort: Das kam jetzt in englisch - ich hab keine Ahnung wieso. *drop*
Widmung:
hope_calaris und generell allen TSN-Fans hier. <3
Danke an Marén fürs betalesen!
1.
„I’m gay.“
Dustin looked at Mark. They sat next to each other on the couch in the living room where Chris had positioned them, before he had started to pace up and down the room. Then he had abruptly turned around and announced: “I’m gay.”
Just like that.
What was a guy supposed to do now?
Dustin felt a little bit out of his depth. Mark looked decidedly bored and not even remotely interested. It might be due to the fact that Chris had all but dragged him away from his laptop and a 72hrs-coding binge. Or it might be due to the fact that Mark couldn’t care less about the sexual orientation of people he had no interest in sleeping with.
But Chris obviously expected a reaction and it was just as obvious that Mark wasn’t going to be the one to give it to him.
“Okay”, Dustin nodded agreeable. Mark yawned.
“I mean…” Chris cleared his throat. “I’m not joking. This is serious. I’m probably…there are probably going to be guys I’m interested in.”
“Okay.” Dustin nodded again.
Mark scratched his head and gazed out of the window.
“There isn’t anybody yet, I just wanted you to know that…you know there could be…maybe…one day…I mean… For heaven’s sake doesn’t it bother you?”
Dustin threw another glance at Mark, seeking for help. Of course Mark was useless as always.
“No?” Dustin tried, because that seemed to be the right answer.
“Why not?” Chris demanded. “We share an apartment. We share a bathroom! Don’t you feel like I could be checking you out? Don’t you think I’d attempt to sneak in your bed at night to molest you in your sleep?” He sounded bitter, which was more than a little weird. Usual Chris was so totally Zen and calm and one with the universe.
“Are you going to?” Mark asked, still sounding incredibly bored.
“What?”
“Sneak in my bed and molest me in my sleep?”
“NO!”
Mark shrugged and stood up. “We’re good.”
He left the room. And that was that.
Chris starred after him. Dustin scratched his neck.
“So…,” he said and felt he should be a little more sensitive than Mark, which shouldn’t be too hard. It was Mark after all, who was as sensitive as a ton of bricks. “What kind of gay-sex are you into? Something kinky with cucumbers and goats I should know about?”
Chris swatted the back of his head.
But he seemed to be a lot more comfortable afterwards and, you know, this was what friends were for after all.
*
So obviously Chris had survived some bad shit. He never exactly told and Dustin never asked and you really didn’t know what Mark did or didn’t think, but anyway he didn’t ask either.
But for a while Dustin felt kind of protective when it came to Chris and meeting new people. You never knew when someone turned out to be a homophobic jackass after all. Or people could say something insensitive and Chris, as he was, you know, Chris and so totally calm and Zen and shit would never say anything back.
And after all Dustin was all about being, you know, supportive.
So when one day Eduardo showed up and decided to stay, Dustin was kind of sceptical at first.
Eduardo was just tall, dark and handsome enough and he dressed well enough and obviously had money enough that it was absolutely possible for him to be a jackass. He was an economics major for heaven’s sake. He was born to be a jock.
Except he also owned some really fugly Hawaiian shirts, danced like a dork, had large soulful doe eyes and hung on every word Mark said as if he was the bible of awesome (even though Mark mostly talked in code). So it was also entirely possible for him not to be a jackass.
Dustin decided they had to find out better sooner than later, because later he might start to like Eduardo and it would’ve been kind of sad if he turned out to be jackass after all.
“So, Chris is gay,” he announced one evening, because it just had to be said. It was pizza night.
Chris who sat next to him on Mark’s bed choked on his beer and started coughing.
“Sorry mate.” Dustin patted his back.
“Dustin…,” he growled, but Dustin was more focused on Eduardo’s reaction and ignored the threatening glare Chris sent his way. He was talented like that.
“Oh.” Eduardo had been about to take a bite and he had stopped halfway. Now the slice of pizza dangled kind of awkward from his fingers in front of his mouth. “Okay?” A piece of pepperoni fell on his lap and he lowered his hand quickly, awkwardly.
He sounded questioning and a little bit confused, but not weirded out or like a jackass.
Mark’s reaction was probably the far more surprising one, mainly because Mark did react at all. Mark had done a great job ignoring them so far.
Now he sighed and turned away from his laptop for the first time this evening, looking annoyed. “He’s not actually trying to set you up, Wardo. He’s just being Dustin. Dustin, what are you doing? No, don’t answer that.”
“What the hell? Why did you have to say that?” Chris didn’t sound happy, which was not good, because Dustin was all about making Chris happy. A happy Chris was a Chris who didn’t mind if Dustin ate his food and stole all the bandwidth.
“I just wanted to make sure Wardo doesn’t mind,” he defended himself. “Also, look at him!” Automatically Mark and Chris looked at Eduardo, who was about to lick his fingers after he had fished for the piece of hot pepperoni in his lap. He stopped and blinked.
“Doesn’t he look like a guy who could introduce you to lots of other hot guys? I mean, have you seen his suits? He must know some hot guys,” Dustin went on. “Seriously. He could totally hook you up. It might be cool if he knew what you were searching for.”
“I’m not searching for anything,” Chris replied through gritted teeth, “except maybe something to whack you over the head with.”
Dustin ignored him, because right then Eduardo actually started to laugh. It was very much possible that he laughed at them, but it was an open, happy laugh and Dustin didn’t really mind. Mark turned his head to look at him incredulously.
“You’re laughing,” he said. “Why are you laughing?”
“I’m sorry,” Eduardo replied and he didn’t sound sorry at all. He turned to Chris and Dustin. “I really, really don’t mind.”
Dustin beamed. “Awesome.”
Eduardo scratched his head somehow awkwardly, but he was still smiling. “And I can totally check if I know any ‘hot guys’, if you want me to.”
Chris groaned again. “Please don’t.” He looked pained and elbowed Dustin in the ribs, which actually hurt. Dustin threw him a wounded gaze. Seriously? Where was the love?
“You don’t know any hot guys,” Mark stated matter-of-factly. He was still looking at Eduardo as if he were almost as exciting as a brand new string of code, which was unusual enough in itself. Dustin wasn’t quite sure what to make of it.
“How would you know that?”
Mark raised an eyebrow. “You’re hanging out with us.”
Eduardo smiled at him fondly and took a sip from his beer. “Maybe you’re just the hottest guys I know.”
“Aw man, that’s just sad.” Dustin shook his head.
Even Chris laughed at that.
Afterwards everything was cool. Eduardo turned out to be especially considerate and sensitive whenever they breached the subject of Chris’ gayness, which was absolutely hilarious. He even insisted on equal porn watching, and boy, did that scar Dustin for life. He never wanted to see three naked guys doing that again. Even Chris and Eduardo went pale when they started inserting things that were absurdly huge into orifices that looked painfully small. Mark looked somewhat scientifically interested though, but well, it was Mark. Everybody knew Mark was a freak.
Anyway, Eduardo obviously wasn’t a jackass and Dustin was a genius (and massively underappreciated).