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It's Complicated: But sexy!

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IMPORTANT: please DO NOT post prompts about any non-public people as part of a prompt. for example: randi zuckerberg is fine as she is a public figure both on the internet and on facebook itself. priscilla chan is NOT as she is not a public figure.

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♥ we are slash, femslash, het, three-and-moresomes etc. friendly. (we are even incest friendly what with some of our characters being twins and all...)
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have fun!

THERE WILL BE UNMARKED SPOILERS. enter at your own risk! :D


i know you guys are enjoying this meme and i appreciate that but please can you put the SUBJECT HEADER on your prompt. you would REALLY be helping me out if you could do that. it just saves time for me when i'm trying to tag everything in delicious.

AND PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE DO NOT repost prompts from parts one, two or three over here again. the delicious is around for people to find prompts they may not have already seen.

i know i'm lost -- 16a/?

(I am worried about the dirty!)

Play practice went fast. Dustin explained to Erica once again that he didn’t know why Divya hadn’t called him, and no she shouldn’t call Mark, he was off having sex with Eduardo, which raised her eyebrows so far up that he couldn’t see them under her bangs. He had forgotten about Erica’s crush, but she was so distracted with whoever she was trying to date that it was okay.

Dustin kept glancing at Chris and Katie, who were animatedly talking about something between their takes, and a pang of jealousy went cold through his veins. Then he remembered lunch, when Billy had gotten out his guitar and sang Brown Eyed Girl to Katie and then had asked her to the Homecoming Dance.

So maybe he was just overreacting. And maybe, as he was glancing over to Chris, he saw the tanned skin of Chris’ face, not the back of his blond head. He knew he wasn’t the only one nervous about the drive home later on. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was taking.

Erica screamed in frustration and started to obsessively fix Dustin’s hair. Sometimes he wished he was straight so at times like this he could just plant one on her. She always had his back.


Around the same time, Mark had Eduardo pinned to his bedroom door, his suitcase finally packed and sitting next to the two, ready to go. Eduardo had brought his clothes over in his book bag and had folded both his and Mark’s clothes neatly into Mark’s handmade tan leather suitcase he had stolen from his dad when he was twelve when he had been forced to Bar Mitzvah lessons during the summer. The suitcase was big enough to fit a twelve year old Dustin in, because initially his parents had said no, but when they had seen Dustin sneaking over to Mark’s house with a bottle of spray butter, they had changed their answers.

Eduardo never had to go to Bar Mitzvah camp, but he figured it would have been fun if Mark was there. He had started to talk about his own Bar Mitzvah, which had been held in Miami because of family reasons, but then Mark started to think about him in a tux and there they were.

Mark thought this lack of air must have made him light-headed, because after a few minutes, he heard a knocking noise. He pulled back, Eduardo following him, his lips ending up on Mark’s chin.

“Mark? Mark, honey? Are you and Eduardo done packing? What’s blocking the door?”

Mark cleared his throat and dragged the both of them away from the door, then kicking the suitcase over. “Yeah, sorry Mom, we were talking about my CD collection and the suitcase was propped up weird against the door. Be right out.”

Eduardo giggled – Mark’s voice had dropped about an octave – and for that he received a black-eyed glare and a throat slashing sign. Sometimes it was ridiculous how cute Mark was.

Eduardo grabbed the case while Mark opened the door to his mother standing out there, one ear to where the door once was. “Ma!”

“Mark! We have to leave, and I was worried. There was no sound coming from your room. At least when your coding the keys alert me that you’re still alive.” Mrs. Zuckerberg raised her eyebrows.

“Ma!” Mark blushed a deeper red than he had when Eduardo had grabbed his ass earlier, and Eduardo was impressed. He enjoyed Mark being exotic beet colored – it made Eduardo laugh.

“Well get going if you don’t want me to embarrass you in front of your boyfriend.” Eduardo loved when she said it – like the sky was blue, or Donald Trump was an idiot. It just was. “See, he’s even carrying the suitcase! What am I going to with you, Mark Zuckerberg?”

With that, she stormed playfully down the hall, Eduardo and Mark quickly following behind her. “Yes, Mark Zuckerberg, what is she going to do with you?” Eduardo teased, playfully.

However, as Eduardo put the suitcase in the car, he heard a voice behind him, playful but at the same time made Eduardo shake with anticipation. “The question is, what am I going to do to you, Eduardo Saverin?” If that wasn’t a promise Eduardo was an idiot.

i know i'm lost -- 16b/?

Chris ran a hand through his hair and had Katie check his teeth one last time as Mrs. Streep, who had supervised the play practice let them go. Dustin, who had been fitted for a microphone today, waited for him at the back exit to the auditorium. He snagged his book bag from the last row of chairs where he always left it, checking the front pocket for his CD. He was not going to screw this up. He was not going to screw this up.
Then Dustin smiled and Chris lost his train of thought. After going two weeks with barely any contact, he forgot how much he liked Dustin’s smile, the way his eyes gleamed and widened when he did it truthfully, as opposed to when he fake smiled, like he had when Mr. Long had given him the Bio review packet earlier.

“Mark and Eduardo made it to the train station on time.” Were the first words out of his mouth though, and although it was nice to know that he wouldn’t have a text like that from Eduardo, probably just something gross about how much Eduardo wanted in Mark’s pants, it was nice to know they had actually gone, so his plan would work.

“Can we please not talk about them? The past few weeks have been Mark-a-palooza for me and I want to talk to someone who doesn’t find every freckle on Mark’s face edible.”

“But what if I do?” Dustin said, raising an eyebrow, and before Chris could retort Dustin started to laugh. “Trust me, I don’t.” They started to walk to the car, and Dustin pointed it out – only a few spots from Mark. “My mom bought it for me in August, so I would be close to Mark. Mama Z says we have codependency issues.”

Chris snorted. “Mae – Eduardo’s mom – says the same thing."

"My mom thought when I came out that the next thing I said was that I was dating Mark. She nearly cried with happiness when I told her Mark was my best friend, not my boyfriend.”

“So your parents know?”

“Yeah. It was kind of blindingly obvious when I painted my room hot pink.”

Chris laughed. “You did not.”

Dustin raised his eyebrow, “I did so. Don’t believe me? Come over for Shabbat dinner then.”

“Fine.” Chris said playfully.

“Fine.” Dustin pulled out his phone and hit a button and then call. The person picked up quickly. “Hey Pop, is it okay if I have a friend over for Shabbat? Yes, Mark is in New York. I do so have more friends than Mark. Pop!” Then Dustin thrust the phone away from his ear. “Sorry, my Pop’s a stay at home, he gets bored sometimes.”

“Stay at home what?”

“Stay at home album critic. He has a ridiculous amount of CD’s – you’ll love him. And here we are, home sweet home, the Voyager."


“Mark’s car’s The Enterprise, we had to have matching names. It’s a nerd thing.”

And so Chris found his plan changed from ditching the CD in Dustin’s car to going inside Dustin’s house with him, seeing the bright pink walls and making fun of Dustin for having a large Backstreet Boys poster – “I prefer NSYNC.” “It’s okay – you’re from the South, your logic is twisted” – to eating Shabbat with his family. Dustin’s father, an aged music critic who had written for the likes of NME and Rolling Stone, currently working for SPIN as the editor of the album review section and wrote occasionally, was who had cooked the meal. His mother, the president of a real estate franchise, arrived as the sun was setting to a fully cooked meal. His parents made constant fun of him, yet Dustin seemed to enjoy it, and so did Chris.

But none of this chalked up to Chris sitting on the IKEA couch in Dustin’s other room – “Yeah I have a game room so what?” – after three intense rounds of Halo, watching the new Star Trek on his giant flat screen, thigh pressed up against Dustin’s.

i know i'm lost -- 16c/?

Halfway through when Kirk meets the old Spock – hello Leonard Nimoy – the insides of Chris’ eyes started to feel heavy. As Chris Pine shot at the evil dude, Chris’ head lolled towards Dustin’s shoulder, and he felt an arm wrap around his waist, allowing him more room to lean into Dustin. Dustin smelled good, Chris noted, like cotton candy and Calvin Klein cologne and a bit like his grandfather, warm and woodsy.

He did not expect to wake up somewhere close to 3 AM, tangled up in Dustin, blanket flung casually over him. He did not expect also for his ass to be vibrating. Groaning internally, he reached back as gently as he could to see who was calling him. Mom. Oh shit.

“Hey Mama.”

“Baby, where are you?”

“I fell asleep at Dustin’s house.”

“Dustin from school and the play?"

“Yeah, sorry, he was going to drive me home after dinner but I forgot what time it was and we watched a movie and I fell asleep. I’ll be home tomorrow afternoon.”

“Okay, just wanted to make sure I hadn’t missed anything. I fell asleep at eight. Again.”

He chuckled softly. He loved his mom. “Alright Mama. Night.”

“Love you, bug.”

“Love you too.” And with that, he set an alarm on his phone for six, sent a text to his coworker Mae telling her to pick him up at Dustin’s house at five for work, settled it back into his pocket, and snuggled back into Dustin’s collarbone, not giving a damn. He liked Dustin, he wasn’t going to fool himself into thinking otherwise, and if this was the only physical contact they were going to ever have, he was going to milk it for all it was worth. Dustin shifted, half awake, and wrapped his right arm, which had been dangling off the couch, around Chris’ waist, tucking his head in.

“Chris?” Dustin sounded sleepy, almost like he was sleep talking.


“Don’t go. Please don’t go. I’ve missed you. I always miss you when you’re not around.”

“I have to go to work in two hours.” But Dustin didn’t respond, and Chris realized, it was Dustin sleep talking. Dustin had no idea he was actually talking to Chris – in Dustin’s dream he was as well.

Yet when five rolled around and his ass vibrated again, he had to unwrap himself from the warm arms, taking what he thought was his sweatshirt from the floor and pulling it on. Before he left, he sent Dustin a text had to go to work, had a great time last night. want to hang out later?, the other boy’s phone vibrating on the table, leaving the CD under it.

Then he ventured out to his friend’s car, his thumbs quickly typing out a text to Eduardo.

slept at Dustin’s. winning.

When Dustin woke up to an empty couch, one could say he was upset. Reaching for his phone, he found it propped up by a CD. As he checked the time, he noted about three texts from Mark and one that made his heart skip a beat. After Chris had fallen asleep on him, Dustin had turned off the movie and played with Chris’ hair until he fell asleep, tangled up in him.

(Don’t kill me, this is a mix for Dustin, not for real people ears)
Come Back To Me
Come Back To Me – Vanessa Hudgens
Lovefool – The Morning Benders
You and Me – Alex Day
So Happy Together – The Turtles
We’ll Be Alright – Travie McCoy
Falling For You – Weezer
Here Comes My Baby – Sons of Admirals
Naturally – Selena Gomez & The Scene
Bathwater – No Doubt
Enchanted – Taylor Swift
You – The Pretty Reckless
Naked – Avril Lavigne
Your Love Is My Drug – K$
Don’t Let Me Be The Last To Know – Britney Spears

( replace the xx with tt and voila! Mix. hxxp://www.mediafire.com/?23cjacbpjqui6ey)

Re: i know i'm lost -- 16c/?

You sure know how to make me grin!:DDD

Re: i know i'm lost -- 16c/?

:3 don't ask me how i managed two in one day. don't ask me how that actually came out cute. off to die now.

Re: i know i'm lost -- 16c/?

Aww...And I enjoy (Chris' mix to Dustin btw!)

Re: i know i'm lost -- 16c/?

hello, princess diaries anon, continuing the other thread here~

oh man dustin so would play the keytar. it would be the most ridiculous thing in the world. chris would have to jump him just to get him to shut up. and it would have well meant but kind of awful lyrics, like michael's song for mia! blond southern drink of waterrrrr omg lulz.

also, okay, re: this part: bug is the cutest term of endearment ever. i actually said that out loud after i read it. why have i never heard it before.

Re: i know i'm lost -- 16c/?

AHH SOULMATE ANON. ps excuse you mia loves michael songwriting okay? dustin would be awesome, like vicky T from Cobra.

i just kind of made it up on the spot. i've heard it once or twice and it stuck i guess?

Re: i know i'm lost -- 16c/?

Haha, I love this fic. And I love all of your mixs, even the crazy ridiculous ones.

Re: i know i'm lost -- 16c/?

thank you <3 i cut this mix down so much, it was originally so off the wall that Dustin wouldn't have listened to it.

Re: i know i'm lost -- 16c/?

this is a mix for Dustin, not for real people ears

Haha. This was so cute and adorable! The couples are being couple-y!! Really enjoying. Thank you!!

Re: i know i'm lost -- 16c/?

thank you for reading. it gives me steam to keep going :)