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Chris is sprawled on the couch, taking up far more space with his legs than was fair. At all. It would be appropriate roommate behavior for Dustin to turn and drape his legs over Chris’s, right?
He doesn’t know any more, can never tell what is appropriate around Chris because everything he does feels like a come-on or a cheap trick just to be able to touch him. Not that getting to touch him helps at all with the burning desire to kiss him all the fucking time or anything. But it is nice.
So Dustin throws his legs across the couch, one of them resting messily over Chris’s. And then he studiously ignores how that means he could just run his toes up Chris’s thigh or … a lot of other things he is definitely not thinking about even a little bit.
Chris tosses a controller at his face.
“C’mon, Moskovitz, let me own your ass.”
Dustin does not turn red.
He absolutely, positively, without a doubt does not considering offering it to Chris, no questions asked ( ... )
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The party roars around Dustin’s ears, but he doesn’t focus on it. He’d seen Chris head off into its depths in search of drinks, but that was nearly twenty minutes ago. It’s a big party, full of drunk jocks who look like the type who would give a smallish guy who’s in the GSA hell. And Chris was already a little tipsy.
In short, Dustin is worried.
Just as he is about to resolve to go looking for him, Dustin spots Chris on the edge of the crowd, talking seriously with a burly guy. The other guy reaches forward and wraps hand around Chris’s shoulder in a way that makes Dustin’s insides churn. He feels like his eyes are flashing green.
Then Chris shoves the guy’s hand off his shoulder and says-well, Dustin isn’t a great lip-reader, but what Chris says looks a hell of a lot like “I told you, I’m not interested.”
Dustin’s instinct to protect Chris (since when does he even have an instinct to protect Chris; he is in so far ( ... )
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Things are better now that Chris has graduated and come out to California. Dustin enjoys to be around him all the time again (and putting Chris in the house’s third bedroom meant that Sean couldn’t crash there anymore, thank GodOf course, he’s still in love with Chris, which is kind of less-than-perfect because Chris doesn’t appear to have realized his as-yet-unacknowledged squishy love feelings for Dustin during their separation. Or something ( ... )
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But Chris's mouth is open and he gasps softly into Dustin's mouth and his hand was on Dustin's knee squeezing a little too hard to be comforting. And then-oh-Chris touches his tongue to Dustin's lower lip and all of a sudden Dustin is the one with his mouth open, gasping like an idiot.
"You idiot," Chris says, pulling away a fraction of a breath, "I've been wanting to do that for years."
Dustin is, he decides, just a little too tipsy to talk, so he pushes forward through that last little bit of space and kisses Chris again, harder this time, with purpose. Chris seems pleased with that, bunching his hands in Dustin's t-shirt and pulling them both down horizontally on the couch.
Dustin is actually lying on the couch on top of Chris and they are seriously making out, and have been for … a while. Gauging the passing of time is really hard when he’s touching Chris’s anything. He's also pretty sure he's dreaming ( ... )
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And Chris-oh god and Jesus and everything holy-groans at him, his hips stuttering up into Dustin’s and okay, Dustin really seriously cannot be held responsible for the noise he makes or the way he forgoes all pretense of pacing himself and undoes Chris’s pants as quickly as humanly possible with the express purpose of getting his hand around Chris’s dick right the fuck now.
With some extra back-up brain he didn’t know he had, Dustin manages to say, low and dark in his throat, “Bossy, bossy, Christopher,” as pushes down Chris’s boxwers and wraps his fingers around the end of Chris’s dick.
Chris actually whimpers and, okay, spontaneous human combustion is so so so not off the table because the sound runs through Dustin like a shiver, straight to his crotch as he thrusts his hips against Chris and god, why is his hand in the way of direct pelvic contact? Against his back, Chris’s fingers tense, nails digging into his skin, the tiny crescents of pain grounding ( ... )
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Chris, his voice sleepy and slow, murmurs into Dustin’s ear, “Mmm, that was nice. And, in case you didn’t notice, I love you in the way where I want to kiss you, too.”
Dustin tries to laugh, but all that comes out is a heavy exhale. He kisses Chris’s neck and says, lips still pressed to the skin, “I’m glad you finally took me seriously.”
“Ass.” Halfheartedly, Chris tries to shove him off, but they’re both too weak-limbed for it to be effective. Dustin actually manages a laugh this time, and curls into Chris more snugly.
“‘M not goin’ anywhere,” he says softly, and feels Chris smile against his skin.
“Good.”
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Anyway, thanks so much for this :D
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Anyway, you're extremely welcome. It was a pleasure to fill your prompt.
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