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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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♥ post requests and responses in the comments to this post.
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♥ both a pairing/character AND a prompt/kink must be posted.
♥ one pairing/prompt per comment please.
♥ you are encouraged to try and write a prompt for every request you make.
♥ 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...)
♥ no pairing bashing, OK? no need to wank over ships.
♥ long and short fics welcome. multiple responses encouraged!
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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 -- 23a/?

Dustin preened unnecessarily in front of the mirror, knowing that it wouldn’t really matter after they started. He always ended practice covered in a thin layer of sweat, any makeup he’d tried to practice with on all over his forearms or his shirt. But since the summer was dying, maybe the air conditioning in the back room would actually work. He flicked the collar of his jacket up, mussing his hair a certain way, then walked out to Ellen pulling something distinctly gold out of her bag.

Dustin’s breath hitched.

“Dustin, darling, call the pizza place. Chris is going to go put this on.” She held out the offending gold item, and Chris took it. “Don’t worry, it’s brand new. I bought it today when I found out we needed a new one. We don’t share underwear here.” As Chris headed to the bathroom, Dustin shook his head.

“Are you trying to kill me?”

“No?” Ellen answered, he head tilted. “I know he has like a crush on you or something but –"

“He doesn’t not have a crush on me.” Dustin said loudly, and Ellen raised her eyebrows. “We’re friends!” With that, Dustin turned to face the other way as he pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed the pizza place.

Chris, however, was examining the tight golden boxers as if they were going to kill him. He was going to wear these in front of Dustin. Dustin who was covered from head to toe, but as Brad would get stripped. It would be embarrassing and hot at the same time, but he didn’t wear any clothes period. After debating whether he should put them on or not for a good minute, he slid his pants off, then his boxers off, then stepped out of them to grimace and stretch the new underwear to fit. He hoped that this meant he was either going to get some or go to heaven. Right now, he’d rather get some, but either way he was doing well.

Dustin finished his call as Chris came back out, his shirt a bit ruffled and tucked into a hint of gold waistband peeking out. Dustin chuckled and Chris blushed, sneaking over to hover right next to Dustin, who was laid out on the snack counter. “Are you sure you want to do this, Chris?”
Chris shrugged. “How hard could it be?”

Dustin shook his head. “This is an interactive experience. You get shit thrown at you, your ass smacked, objectified, and run around. And this is before the audience even gets here.”

“Yeah, it’ll be fun to hang out with you. And Mark. Plus we can keep this a secret from Eduardo. He’ll hate it.”

Dustin laughed. “Okay.” Then he pulled at Chris’ shirt where it was stuck into his pants, Chris tried to pull back, but Dustin swiftly grabbed his waist so that he could get the underwear out. “Don’t want to flash your goods before you meet everyone, do you?” Chris shook his head. “You’re going to be a great Rocky.” Dustin commented as someone wolf-whistled and Dustin turned his head, a grin on his face.


The rest of the cast wasn’t nearly as intimidating. The guy who played Frank was also named Frank and was a bit ridiculous. He had mocha skin, a big afro puff and long lanky limbs, hidden only by a shirt, as pants were not needed as his garter belt would have been too bulky under pants. He was an associate arts professor at Tufts and had a wild grin. Riff-Raff’s name was Robert, had a penchant for staring at the girl who played Magenta – Marie – and was as pale as Mark. Marie was a mix of Tahitian and British and talked with a lilting Canadian accent that made Chris like her immediately. Mark, the criminologist, was gone, and Rebecca, who was Columbia, had the flu. The audience prompters and random bit actors – Will, a large, proper dark-skinned man with a polite, deep voice: Tina, an petite Mexican with a loud voice and a louder laugh: and James, who looked normal enough but called out the absurd motions and did the dance to the beginning song – were just as nice.

Then the film actually started, and Chris felt nervous.

i know i'm lost -- 23b/?

During the part where the criminologist talked, Dustin snuck over to Chris and prompted him to think of Mark with no neck, asked him if it was okay, took sips of the soda Chris had bought. Then he sprung back to life as Brad Majors, asshole, hovering a good six inches over Ellen, actually saying his lines as Frank hit on him.

When the did the Time Warp, Dustin’s feet tapped along, and Ellen actually called stop so that she could remind Dustin to stop doing that. Dustin shrugged and winked at Chris, then held his foot down for the rest of the song.

Then they stripped Ellen and Dustin, and Chris’ mouth went dry. Dustin wasn’t the most muscular of people, but his skin glowed in the spotlights that they used, and Dustin standing there in tidy whiteys was more hot then funny.

Once they got up to the lab, however, it was time for Chris to get initiated into the club. The film stopped, and Dustin skipped over to Chris, tugging on his arm. “Time to get up and strip!”

Chris stared at Dustin darkly. He had way too much enthusiasm about what was about to happen, and his junk was close to Chris’ face, which made Chris want to ask if he stuffed or not, because damn. DAMN. First he pulled his shirt off, tossing it to the side, then he kicked his shoes off, then fumbled with his belt and then slid his pants off, shoving them onto his chair. The shorts had ridden up a little, and Chris pulled at them, embarrassed he was showing too much thigh.

When he looked up at Dustin, he noticed Dustin was looking down and unconsciously licking his lips. Chris almost smiled at that – Dustin was still interested. Then Dustin came to his senses and pulled Chris forward towards what was a large area in front of the screen. He placed Chris next to the tank and then winked, as he strutted back over to Ellen.

Frank, who was hovering on the other side of the tank, eyed him, and Chris felt a little violated. Frank then strutted over, turning to the rest of the cast, “Give us a second, darlings!” and lowered his voice so only Chris could hear him. “Hi, I’m Frank, and thanks so much for doing this. I know it’s embarrassing, but you look great in those shorts, and I bet you have a surprise waiting for you if you just go along with what we’re going to do. When Rocky starts to run around, just run up and down the aisles and act crazy. You can go through the rows, but I’m running after you in heels, so you have to have mercy on me and my poor feet. Besides that, just relax and have fun, it’s what the rest of us do. Now just climb in the tank and we’ll get this started.” Chris nodded, and Frank smiled. “Awesome.”

The rest of the practice was a blur of getting rubbed down, a sheet being vaguely placed and Frank and Dustin making sex noises. That made Chris’ chest tighten, but when he and Ellen did it, it was more fun than he imagined. He understood why it was easy to get carried away.

They stopped before Rose Tint My World, because they did the second half on Thursdays and it was pointless to get through a full movie because of all of the stopping and starting they did. The pizza had come and Chris sat down in the middle with his two slices of cheese, watching as Frank and Ellen shamelessly flirted with each other, his hovering over her quite amusing.

Dustin plunked down next to him after paying the pizza boy, still in his underwear. His plate was in his lap, and he sat cross legged next to Chris. “Did you have fun?”

Chris grinned through a mouthful of pizza. “Yeah. Do you really mind that I’ve joined your motley crew?”

“Not at all.” Dustin smiled and Chris kicked his legs. “We can leave whenever you’re ready.”

i know i'm lost -- 23c/?

They spent a few more minutes after finishing eating watching the actors play. Eventually Dustin got up and lazed over to his clothes, and Chris took it as the sign that they were leaving. He watched Dustin bend over to get his pants, then pulled himself up to put his clothes on too. As he pulled his pants on, Marie cleared her throat, and Chris glanced up to find her slung between two chairs , her fishnet covered legs stretching to curl over the other seat’s body.

“So, you and Dustin?” Marie was French-Canadian, in Boston attending Berklee. She was actually a beautiful singer, even if she said that she sounded like a strangled version of Celine Dion sometimes. “He told me about you, and I thought he was right when he said you did not like him. It seems that he was wrong. Dustin, he may act all glorious, but in reality he is a romantic and afraid.”

“Afraid of what?”

“Rejection. He doesn’t handle it well. He may be a tease but he does it so he doesn’t get hurt. And here he comes, so put your shirt on and pretend I didn’t say anything.” Chris grabbed for his shirt. “And Chris?”

“Yeah?” He chirped.

“Everyone likes to be appreciated and told they’re liked. Everyone.” With that she pulled her legs back and swiftly rotated towards the front, flitting off as Chris wiggled into his shirt, shocked.

“Are you ready to go?” Dustin breathed down Chris’ neck, and Chris gave out a half-shiver, half jump as he turned to face Dustin, who was almost nose to nose with him. But he didn’t want their first kiss to be in a hot theatre, having pizza breath and new friends watching them. He didn’t want there to be catcalls and onlookers. He wanted Dustin all to himself, if he was quite honest.

“Yeah.” Chris murmured, bumping Dustin’s nose with his own, laughing. Dustin flushed a bit, then nudged him back. Then Dustin turned, and Chris followed him out, wanting to grab his hand, his ass, his anything, but he didn’t want to scare Dustin off. Or make him think he wanted to be just friends.

Chris did not want to be just friends.


Dustin, however, was oblivious. Chris looked smoking in those tight spandex shorts, and if Dustin didn’t have loose underwear plus pretty good boner control – oh he’d so be jerking off when he got home, no doubt – but he was glad he’d been able to suck it in until he’d gotten his pants back on. One of the benefits of being slightly chubby as a child was learning how to suck everything in, no matter its location.

Chris was quiet on the drive back to his house, his hands tapping on the armrest extremely close to Dustin’s hand as possible but not touching. Dustin wanted to brush his hand, look coy and shy away from it. But he couldn’t tempt himself – also, he was a little tired. So instead he tapped along to the CD as well, his mom’s Elvis mix he’d stolen when she had let him take out all of his CDs from her car.

After getting to Chris’ house, Dustin pulled into park right in front of his house, blocking his driveway. It’s not like anyone was using it though, his mom already home and parked and most likely nestled in bed.
So as Dustin put the car into park and turned his head towards Chris, Chris breathed in quickly. He turned to Dustin, who had turned his face to him, obviously about to say something. Chris quickly covered his mouth with his hand instead.

“Okay, Dustin, I know I’ve been an idiot the past month and a half. I’m sometimes the dumbest person Eduardo has ever met. But I don’t want you to think I intentionally hurt you, because I didn’t. I think you’re really awesome in the good way.” Dustin mumbled something against his hand, but Chris couldn’t understand it before he continued on. “So, I got really upset when I found out you’d kissed Antonio, if Mark wasn’t your best friend I’d rip off his balls as well, and I’m a bit of a sassy bitch when I get tired so I’m just going to kiss you now, okay?” So he removed his hand and kissed Dustin, who had leaned forward to meet him, lips waiting for something they’d wanted for years.

Re: i know i'm lost -- 23c/?

Yay for the kissing!

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i know eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!

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I adore this completely.

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i adore you completely. <3

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spandex shorts will always do the trick! Go Chris! :)

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i just started reading this yesterday and let me say THIS IS AMAZING so far. everything was amazing! <33 i love the way youre able to write both the dustin/chris relationship at the same time as mark/eduardo. its amazing. CANT WAIT TO CONTINUE READING.

Re: i know i'm lost -- 23c/?

first off, thank you for commenting.
writing this has been so great - namely because i went from like 1.5k to 2k each update. i never know if anyone except my love leladancer18 and so sometimes i doubt if i should keep going. comments like this really motivate me to keep going.
the whole reason i chose this prompt is that, first off, it's a bit AU, so i could really explore different parts of the character that aren't in TSN, and parts that are. I also chose it because I think it's easier to layer a character, and having the two relationships, their parallels and their pitfalls, it's just so wonderful.
i know i just like wrote you a book, but whatever. thanks :)