[fanfiction] when the lights go down
365 Gay Sharks
Day 212, Word Count: 1027
Theme: July; Celebrate
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Fandom/Pairings: The Social Network; Chris/Dustin
Rating: R
Pre-Notes: What's that? You didn't want more fic in that universe where Dustin and Eduardo are werewolves and Mark is a vampire and Chris' life is so very, very hard? Too bad, because I wrote it anyway! Written for the porn battle and posted here, but also watersports on the diagonal bingo of this
kink_bingo card.
Disclaimer: Please go away. ._.
Summary: Like most things, it starts as an accident.
when the lights go down
Like most things, it starts as an accident.
That might be a bit of an exaggeration, because Chris is pretty sure that it actually starts as Dustin making some crack about dogs marking their territory and Eduardo pissing on Mark which mostly gave Eduardo this weird glint in his eye or something, but to be honest Chris was blushing too furiously to note too many things about Eduardo (or Mark, for that matter). Dustin notices, Chris knows, because Dustin is actually very observant even though most things about him seem to scream the opposite.
So it's kind of an accident, but it's probably at least a little premeditated on Dustin's part. Chris has learned that Dustin doesn't plan things out exactly the way Mark or Eduardo do. He just has a general idea of what he wants and then he goes with the flow, which Chris sometimes finds irritating but mostly finds useful. It means that Dustin can spontaneously spring things on Chris and Chris won't freak out, because he knows Dustin won't do anything that he's not comfortable with.
Dustin's considerate like that. Well, Chris isn't sure if it's being considerate or being paranoid that Chris is going to up and leave if Dustin offends him somehow, but he likes to think it's the former because he doesn't want to think about it being the latter. Chris sometimes forgets that this is Dustin's first . . . A lot of things, and that's sort of terrifying on so many levels. Chris hasn't yet gotten good at the art of handling the rest of his pack ("pack" is a loose term for what they are, but it's what Eduardo wants to call it so that's what it is) and all their individual quirks. He knows how to handle Mark, because Mark is pretty easy. You give Mark Red Bull when he starts looking light-headed and make sure he eats once every eight hours and sleeps for at least four hours every twenty-four hours.
Eduardo doesn't need to be dealt with, for the most part, because he's supposedly Alpha Male and he Knows What He's Doing. That's actually bullshit, but Chris knows how to carefully talk Eduardo out of a crazy idea and knows when Eduardo and Mark need to be separated for whatever reason that usually involves a minor disagreement between them and/or a refusal to submit on Mark's part. Dustin, however, is the one that Chris hasn't quite gotten down yet because Dustin is a little more complicated than Mark or Eduardo. He shouldn't be, Chris thinks, but he is.
That's why it shouldn't surprise Chris when Dustin comes up behind him in the bathroom, lips to Chris' ears, but it does. There are rules about sex in the shower because of that one time where Mark and Eduardo legitimately spent two hours in there doing god knows what, and Chris should probably be mildly offended that Dustin is invading his personal space this way only then Dustin speaks.
"I could do that for you, you know."
Chris wants to ask what, but Dustin's hands are aimlessly trailing downward and Chris forgets to. Werewolves have no fucking concept of personal space when it comes to their mates, and Chris has gotten used to the way Dustin and Eduardo don't necessarily see any problem in pulling their mate onto their lap or whatever. The way Dustin's fingers are absently petting at Chris' public hair while he pees are pretty much just another version of that and it probably shouldn't make Chris swallow the way it does.
"I could mark you as mine," Dustin says, like he's talking to Chris at any other time, "You seemed to like that idea earlier, but I don't think you know what that would be like. You would smell like me, and Eduardo would know who you belonged to. You want that, don't you?"
"Yes."
It's half word, half moan and Chris can feel the way Dustin smiles against his neck. At some point, Dustin's aimless petting became purposeful and he's slowly jacking Chris off. It's kind of painful, but Chris is half hard and Dustin doesn't seem to be stopping. Chris knows that if he told Dustin to stop, Dustin would but he's so incredibly, ridiculously turned on by the image of Dustin marking him and of Eduardo knowing that he belonged to Dustin that he's not going to stop Dustin.
Instead he whimpers, leaning back against Dustin. Dustin cradles him, pressing kises to the side of his neck and occasionally whispering things like let the world know you're mine or you like being mine. Chris doesn't really hear him, can't really process much besides the rough drag of Dustin's fingers and the images swirling in his head. It's all a jumble of information and when it finally whites out to nothing, Chris is glad. Dustin is still cradling Chris, but he shifts to bring his hand to his mouth and lick it clean.
There's a sharp knock on the door and Mark's voice saying are you guys done fucking yet?, which snaps Chris back to reality. He can feel the flush creeping up his neck, but Dustin just tucks him in, zips him up, and steers him over to the sink to wash their hands.
"You can't even talk," Dustin yells as his fingers are running over Chris', "we have been in here nowhere near as long as that one time you and Eduardo fucked in the shower."
"One time," Chris hears Mark say, muffled by the door, "One fucking time!"
Dustin just laughs, pressing one last kiss to Chris neck before he flings the door open. Mark shoots them both a scathing look, but Chris is used to it so he doesn't even bat an eyelash. Catching Dustin's eye, Chris knows that this is not the last time this particular topic is going to come up but it's the end of the discussion for now. Chris reaches out, tangling their fingers together, and bumping his shoulder against Dustin's. Dustin smiles at him, bright and a little feral, and Chris knows without any doubts that yeah, he belongs to Dustin.
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Day 212, Word Count: 1027
Theme: July; Celebrate
This post is part of the 365 Gay Sharks project. If you would like to learn more about this project, click here to read more about it. :D
Fandom/Pairings: The Social Network; Chris/Dustin
Rating: R
Pre-Notes: What's that? You didn't want more fic in that universe where Dustin and Eduardo are werewolves and Mark is a vampire and Chris' life is so very, very hard? Too bad, because I wrote it anyway! Written for the porn battle and posted here, but also watersports on the diagonal bingo of this
kink_bingo card.
Disclaimer: Please go away. ._.
Summary: Like most things, it starts as an accident.
when the lights go down
Like most things, it starts as an accident.
That might be a bit of an exaggeration, because Chris is pretty sure that it actually starts as Dustin making some crack about dogs marking their territory and Eduardo pissing on Mark which mostly gave Eduardo this weird glint in his eye or something, but to be honest Chris was blushing too furiously to note too many things about Eduardo (or Mark, for that matter). Dustin notices, Chris knows, because Dustin is actually very observant even though most things about him seem to scream the opposite.
So it's kind of an accident, but it's probably at least a little premeditated on Dustin's part. Chris has learned that Dustin doesn't plan things out exactly the way Mark or Eduardo do. He just has a general idea of what he wants and then he goes with the flow, which Chris sometimes finds irritating but mostly finds useful. It means that Dustin can spontaneously spring things on Chris and Chris won't freak out, because he knows Dustin won't do anything that he's not comfortable with.
Dustin's considerate like that. Well, Chris isn't sure if it's being considerate or being paranoid that Chris is going to up and leave if Dustin offends him somehow, but he likes to think it's the former because he doesn't want to think about it being the latter. Chris sometimes forgets that this is Dustin's first . . . A lot of things, and that's sort of terrifying on so many levels. Chris hasn't yet gotten good at the art of handling the rest of his pack ("pack" is a loose term for what they are, but it's what Eduardo wants to call it so that's what it is) and all their individual quirks. He knows how to handle Mark, because Mark is pretty easy. You give Mark Red Bull when he starts looking light-headed and make sure he eats once every eight hours and sleeps for at least four hours every twenty-four hours.
Eduardo doesn't need to be dealt with, for the most part, because he's supposedly Alpha Male and he Knows What He's Doing. That's actually bullshit, but Chris knows how to carefully talk Eduardo out of a crazy idea and knows when Eduardo and Mark need to be separated for whatever reason that usually involves a minor disagreement between them and/or a refusal to submit on Mark's part. Dustin, however, is the one that Chris hasn't quite gotten down yet because Dustin is a little more complicated than Mark or Eduardo. He shouldn't be, Chris thinks, but he is.
That's why it shouldn't surprise Chris when Dustin comes up behind him in the bathroom, lips to Chris' ears, but it does. There are rules about sex in the shower because of that one time where Mark and Eduardo legitimately spent two hours in there doing god knows what, and Chris should probably be mildly offended that Dustin is invading his personal space this way only then Dustin speaks.
"I could do that for you, you know."
Chris wants to ask what, but Dustin's hands are aimlessly trailing downward and Chris forgets to. Werewolves have no fucking concept of personal space when it comes to their mates, and Chris has gotten used to the way Dustin and Eduardo don't necessarily see any problem in pulling their mate onto their lap or whatever. The way Dustin's fingers are absently petting at Chris' public hair while he pees are pretty much just another version of that and it probably shouldn't make Chris swallow the way it does.
"I could mark you as mine," Dustin says, like he's talking to Chris at any other time, "You seemed to like that idea earlier, but I don't think you know what that would be like. You would smell like me, and Eduardo would know who you belonged to. You want that, don't you?"
"Yes."
It's half word, half moan and Chris can feel the way Dustin smiles against his neck. At some point, Dustin's aimless petting became purposeful and he's slowly jacking Chris off. It's kind of painful, but Chris is half hard and Dustin doesn't seem to be stopping. Chris knows that if he told Dustin to stop, Dustin would but he's so incredibly, ridiculously turned on by the image of Dustin marking him and of Eduardo knowing that he belonged to Dustin that he's not going to stop Dustin.
Instead he whimpers, leaning back against Dustin. Dustin cradles him, pressing kises to the side of his neck and occasionally whispering things like let the world know you're mine or you like being mine. Chris doesn't really hear him, can't really process much besides the rough drag of Dustin's fingers and the images swirling in his head. It's all a jumble of information and when it finally whites out to nothing, Chris is glad. Dustin is still cradling Chris, but he shifts to bring his hand to his mouth and lick it clean.
There's a sharp knock on the door and Mark's voice saying are you guys done fucking yet?, which snaps Chris back to reality. He can feel the flush creeping up his neck, but Dustin just tucks him in, zips him up, and steers him over to the sink to wash their hands.
"You can't even talk," Dustin yells as his fingers are running over Chris', "we have been in here nowhere near as long as that one time you and Eduardo fucked in the shower."
"One time," Chris hears Mark say, muffled by the door, "One fucking time!"
Dustin just laughs, pressing one last kiss to Chris neck before he flings the door open. Mark shoots them both a scathing look, but Chris is used to it so he doesn't even bat an eyelash. Catching Dustin's eye, Chris knows that this is not the last time this particular topic is going to come up but it's the end of the discussion for now. Chris reaches out, tangling their fingers together, and bumping his shoulder against Dustin's. Dustin smiles at him, bright and a little feral, and Chris knows without any doubts that yeah, he belongs to Dustin.
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