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It's Complicated: But sexy!


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[PART SEVEN] - CLOSED
quick note; GUYS. please be aware that if you posted a prompt in part six and it is now screened, i have posted them to the post already - so that you guys don't have to. thanks for being patient and making the fill-a-thon such a success!

sorry i didn't get much of delicious done; i lacked the internet over the break but rest assured i have absolutely nothing to do so will get it, hopefully.


THE SOCIAL NETWORK KINK MEME


ASK THE MODS * FAQ * DISCUSSION * RESEARCH * FILL LIST * PART ONE * PART ONE (OVERFLOW) * PART TWO * PART TWO (OVERFLOW) * PART THREE * (PART THREE (OVERFLOW) * PART FOUR * PART FIVE * PART SIX


GENERAL RULES;

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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FORMAT OF PROMPTS;


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PLEASE READ THE FOLLOWING;

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 three, four, five or six over here again. the delicious is around for people to find prompts they may not have already seen. (prompts for parts one and two are now up for reposting.)

NEW RULE;

PLEASE TAKE NOTE OF THE 'FILL' RULES. THERE HAS BEEN A CHANGE. thank you.
Tags:

anyone/Dustin

can anyone just write me some Dustin fics??
we're totally lack of Dustin fics for a long time(i think...) and how can we ignore the MOST ADORABLE RED HAIR BOY in the fandom?????

Chris/Dustin or Eduardo/Dustin would be better.

bonus point if Dustin is sick or something else but not very serious.

please,i miss him so much.

fill: born to hold you in these arms (chris/dustin, pg-13) (1/3?)

(Anonymous)
a/n: terribly sorry this took so long to post. i started it eons ago and got caught up in a bunch of other stuff. i am slightly ashamed of this and will remain anon until i feel otherwise. title is from the swell season's in these arms. regardless, hope you enjoy!


Harvard #1

It's the week before midterms and also the third time in a week Dustin is shitty-vodka-and-orange-juice drunk, which, by association, means he's "I'm-going-to-fail-all-of-my-exams-so-I'm-going-to-get-preemptively-drunk-to-drown-my-sorrows," drunk. Which also means that it'll be the third time in a week Dustin will wake up with a throbbing headache and a mouth that will taste like death and feel like the desert, moaning for Chris to bring him some water, a handful of painkillers, and a garbage pail for him to puke in.

Chris is the mother hen of their group: responsible and kind and sympathetic, and impossibly wise. If anyone of them could perfect a cure for the hangover, it would be Chris: even when he's drunk, he stays two drinks behind everyone else, sober enough to keep them all alive and with functioning livers.

This mostly applies to Dustin - Chris keeps one eye on him, always, when he's drinking, makes sure he doesn't misjudge his tolerance for alcohol, makes sure he passes out on a bed or a couch or once a floor padded with several nest-like blankets, makes sure he won't wake up somewhere on a sidewalk on the other side of campus, neck twisted and back aching.

And if it makes Dustin feel light-headed and if his heart feels like it's beating impossibly fast within the confines of his ribcage, when Chris sits on the edge of his bed and strokes his hair and down his spine while he's bent over the trashcan dry heaving and waiting for the nausea to pass - that's no one's business but his own.

Dustin doesn't leave his position for over an hour, and the only time Chris leaves is to bring him another bottle of water and some dry toast.

*

He never remembers, but his vodka-and-orange-juice drunk is also his "drunk-enough-to-tell-Chris-how-incredibly-handsome-he-is," drunk, and also sometimes his "drunk-enough-to-make-out-with-Chris," drunk - the last one, only when Chris is also drunk, and they're alone. Dustin never remembers how it happens; he just knows he always ends up kissing Chris.

Mornings after they kiss, he'll taste more like Chris than death, and the thought, the memory ghosting behind, no images, no real memories, just the sensations, the details- Chris' mouth tasting like beer, the taste of the beer and the orange juice mixing oddly on their tongues, that strangely familiar fluttery feeling in his stomach when Chris put his hand on Dustin's jaw and tilted his chin up to deepen the kiss, and the sound of the slippery-slick smacking of their lips each time they pulled away to breathe, is enough to power him through his hangover, even if he sometimes likes to pretend it was just the extra few hours of sleep.

Some mornings after they kiss, when it's early enough that they're both still half-drunk, and Dustin is retching into the toilet, Chris will kiss the curve of his shoulder and brush his hair off of his sweaty forehead, a sad, drunkenly sympathetic frown on his face as he murmurs soothing words into his neck, his ear.

The other mornings, when Dustin sleeps through most of his hangover and doesn't wake until noon, and Chris has sobered up enough to recall the night before, Chris will smile shyly at him and rub the back of his neck whenever he catches Dustin's eyes and Dustin will beam back at him, all bright teeth and shiny eyes and little memory, but no regret.

fill: born to hold you in these arms (chris/dustin, pg-13) (2/3?)

(Anonymous)
Harvard #2

Dustin's drunk again, after midterms, right before spring break starts and there're parties all over campus; the one Eduardo drags the four of them out to had had a mostly full wet bar, some privileged junior with rich parents stocking and restocking it with a fresh supply each month, and there had been tequila and spiced rum and his breath smells like lime and salt from shots.

Mark and Wardo left a while ago - Mark was drunk enough that he'd started flirting, letting Wardo corner him and kiss him, drunk enough that he'd let Eduardo pull him into his lap and sat there like an obedient puppy; Dustin figures that right about now, Wardo's probably got Mark pinned down somewhere and the image makes him shudder- drunk and horny, and it's been far too long since he's gotten laid.

His eyes are watering and there was also Jagermeister and his throat had stopped burning with each shot and somewhere after his fourth Jagerbomb he can feel bile coming back up his throat, stumbling onto the sidewalk where Chris is waiting for him, eyeing him with soft, helpless eyes as he wraps an arm around Dustin's waist to help keep him steady; he's warm and he feels good, pressed against his side.

He leans heavily into Chris, face pressed into his neck, smiling hugely, and Chris turns to kiss him twice, before Dustin groans and has to stop to puke in the bushes two blocks from their dorm. Chris rubs his back and hands him a bottle of water to wash the taste out of his mouth.

Chris always knows what he needs, always takes care of him and he's grateful. He tells him as much, smiling sadly, and if he didn't taste like Red Bull and Jagermeister and vomit, he could kiss Chris, he really could.


Harvard #3

A week ago some asshole in the CompSci lab on the computer next to him turned to his side and sneezed, and a few days later Dustin is coughing and sniffling and his nose is running and Chris, God bless him, buys him Nyquil and boxes of Kleenex and three different flavours of cough drops and kisses his forehead to feel for a fever, frowning at how warm it is and suggesting a trip to the health center.

He refuses, stubbornly, instead choosing to curl up on the couch and watch repeats of Shark Week with him; Chris feeds him cherry cough drops because he likes those ones best (Chris had, upon learning, promptly gone back to the corner store and bought every bag of cherry cough drops they'd had available.), and every few hours sits him up and tries to spoon him soup, Dustin denying each time, claiming nausea and groaning.

A few hours later Dustin's head is in Chris' lap and he's sleeping and maybe snoring a little, and Chris can't find it in himself to care that Dustin is drooling and dribbling snot all down the front of his pants. He smooths his hair back and bends down to press a kiss to his sweaty temple.

Dustin is shaking, and his body feels warm, but his skin is puckered in gooseflesh and Chris knows he must be cold. Chris sighs, shakes him awake, and helps him stand. He takes his own fleece hoody off of his back and guides Dustin's arms up, into the sleeves, and tugs it down over his head. He walks him to his room and lays him on the bed, covering him with the sheets, a comforter, and a throw. He leaves to find the Nyquil on the table and grabs two bottles of water from the mini-fridge in the common room; when he returns, he coaxes Dustin into a sitting position and insists he take some and drink a bottle before he sleeps, because keeping hydrated will help you get better faster. Chris crawls in behind him, curls around him and kisses down the warm, sweaty back of his neck.

When Chris wakes, he's sweaty and overheated; it's late spring and there are too many blankets on the bed, but Dustin is sleeping soundly, warm and relaxed and no longer shivering, so he kicks his pants off under the blankets and wraps himself back around Dustin, falls back asleep easily.

fill: born to hold you in these arms (chris/dustin, pg-13) (3a/3?)

(Anonymous)
Palo Alto #1

It's summer and it's California and it's fucking hot, but comfortably so; the sun brings out Dustin's freckles and leaves a redder tint in his hair, brings out all the blonde highlights, and leaves a constant sheen of shiny, barely-there sweat along his entire body- just enough so that all of his skin is the slightest bit damp to the touch, just enough that the breeze outside instantly cools him down, blowing all the warm wetness of his skin dry. His freckles look like cinnamon scattered across his pale skin, his hair like strawberries in the sunlight, and his face is flushed from the heat.

It's summer and they all have so much free time on their hands now, with no classes keeping them busy and no obligations other than expanding Facebook and keeping it cool and new and popular and making sure the servers are always up and running. Other than the long, intense coding binges, Dustin has so much time just to sleep for days straight and swim and get drunk by the pool.

He does so.

*

One evening mid-June Dustin coerces Chris into getting celebratory, "look-at-our-lives,-everything-is-amazing," drunk with him by the pool, and it's off wine that Chris bought, and it makes Dustin feel sleepy and warm and sentimental. Chris doesn't exactly help when he pulls Dustin down so he's half on his lap, and kisses the sun-enhanced freckles on his face and shoulders and it's hot outside, and Dustin feels like he's melting, but he's not necessarily sure it's from the sticky, humid, stale night air.

It's hot and he's drunk and it's dark outside, and he gets an overwhelming urge to skinny dip. He's smiling and he's happy enough that he might let a giggle bubble up in his throat, and he's peeling off the shirt adhered to his back with sweat before he can even think twice.

He squirms and stands up and looks at Chris, waggles his eyebrows at him with his fingers playing with the waistband of his shorts.

"Wanna swim?" he asks, slurred, eyes wide and glossy. He is single-mindedly playing with the fabric at his hip, and with all of his attention focused on that task, he suddenly finds it an extraordinary effort to keep standing up straight - he starts to sway, and Chris has to jump up and let him slink against him to keep him somewhat vertical.

"You're drunk," Chris manages, and he lowers his hands over Dustin's on his hips, keeping him from stripping.

"Not too drunk," Dustin whispers, leaning forward into Chris's chest and licking the hollow of his throat. "C'mon, let's swim." He tries to get his hands out from under Chris's, tries to wriggle out of Chris's grip so he can shed his pants.

Chris sighs as he does this, tightens his fingers around Dustin's, and removes both of their hands from his hips. "Dustin," he warns, "You should sleep. Come on, I'll take you to bed."

"Yeah," Dustin says, "take me to bed," but his eyes are drooping and his eyelashes brush Chris's cheek and his body is warm and pliant under Chris's hands, and he's too tired to suggest anything more. Chris will make sure he sleeps it off.

fill: born to hold you in these arms (chris/dustin, pg-13) (3b/3)

(Anonymous)
HAHAHA OH GOD ignore the massive anon!fail that just occurred. oh lord, crying in shame ;___;

Palo Alto #2

Of all the different types of hangovers he's experienced, Dustin finds wine hangovers to be the worst, by far. The sweetness always leaves him feeling dehydrated and the headaches are magnified; when he pukes, the dryness of the wine coming back up makes him want to curl up on the cold tiled floor of the bathroom and cry.

Chris is sitting on his bed the next morning, when he wakes up. He's holding a bottle of water, uncapped, a banana, and two round pills in his palm that he can't identify. He takes them anyway, and drinks half of the bottle down in one long swallow.

"How are you feeling?" Chris asks, leaning over Dustin to kiss him right under his eye. Dustin's eyes flutter shut and his long eyelashes curl around the soft curve of his cheek.

"Mm," Dustin hums, "like shit. Stay with me." He smiles shyly at Chris, opens his eyes and stares determinedly at the water bottle in his hands, picks at the plastic wrapped around it.

He doesn't need Chris to say anything to know he'll stay; Chis always stays.

Chris helps him clean up the bedsheets when he doesn't make it to the bathroom in time to puke. He strips him in the bathroom and runs the shower for him, hands him a wet washcloth and his own bodywash and Dustin's toothbrush to help him clean his face and mouth.

Chris waits for him to finish showering, sitting on his bed with more water, and breakfast from the dining hall: eggs and toast.

Dustin is smiling when he walks out of the bathroom in his pajamas (because he's hungover, he justifies, and it is perfectly acceptable to look sloppy and unpresentable when one is hungover). He crawls up the bed and turns on the TV, lowering the volume to a nearly inaudible decibel, and plans on spending the rest of the day kissing Chris silly, and maybe some sex, because, after all, sex releases hormones that act as a natural painkiller, and what better way to get rid of a hangover headache than with sex?

"Thank you," Dustin says, head against Chris's shoulder. "for always taking care of me."

"Yeah," Chris smiles, "how you managed to live without me before for so long, I'm not sure." He kisses Dustin's cheek, ignoring the answering laugh, and tightens his arm around his shoulder and plans on taking care of him for a very long time.

Re: fill: born to hold you in these arms (chris/dustin, pg-13) (3b/3)

(Anonymous)
So cute! I love Chris taking care of Dustin. Thanks for writing and sharing!

Re: fill: born to hold you in these arms (chris/dustin, pg-13) (3b/3)

(Anonymous)
awww, they are adorables!!!!

Re: fill: born to hold you in these arms (chris/dustin, pg-13) (3b/3)

I love you so much and this is incredibly perfect to me!the image of chris taking care of dustin is all i need.i am really into the tender!chris that will be there when dustin needs him.

and i'm terribly sorry it took me this long to reply cause i haven't been on LJ for a ,maybe,long time.

anyway,thanks to your work.it makes my day when i am so desperate to read a c/d fic.