a good kind of different
Title: a good kind of different
Pairing: Chris/Dustin, slight Mark/Eduardo
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: graphic sex, language
Word Count: ~3500
Summary: Written for
goldendoods and this prompt on Part 3 of the tsn_kinkmeme. The development of Chris/Dustin from the first time they meet the the first time the have sex. Chris is experienced and Dustin is a virgin on all fronts. There's some tickling, some slight bondage, and fun times.
Notes: I swear, most of this fic is so boring, in my opinion. Feel free to skip to the drama and porn...>.> Second porny piece I've written...eh.
The first time Dustin meets Chris is at orientation where they are paired as overnight roommates. Dustin doesn’t talk to him much, because he looks like the guys Dustin knew in high school that didn’t like to talk to guys like Dustin. He’s pretty, blond, and dresses incredibly nice. He’s the type of guy that can get girls really easily. Dustin is not.
After introducing himself and learning Chris’ name, Dustin immediately settles into his bed and makes a phone call to his mother to check in with her.
Chris doesn’t stay in the room for long.
He’s still gone by the time Dustin falls asleep.
At 3 AM, Dustin awakens when he hears the sound of the dorm room door opening. He opens his eyes and blinks a few times, waiting for them to adjust to the darkness. From under the covers, Dustin peeks out to see Chris trying to silently make his way to his bed. His hair is wet, which must mean he showered before returning.
Dustin sometimes wishes it were that easy for him to get laid.
When Dustin gets home from orientation, he doesn’t think about Chris or girls or sex. He just lazes around playing video games for the rest of the summer.
A couple of weeks before Move-In Day, Dustin checks his e-mail to find in his inbox one giving him the names of his new roommates. He doesn’t recognize the name Mark Zuckerberg, but the other name is Chris Hughes.
Dustin feels kind of accomplished that he sort of knows one of his roommates, but then realizes that’s really stupid, because he doesn’t really know anything about the guy other than how he looks and that he’s not a virgin.
It doesn’t really matter. Eventually he’ll know both his roommates and they’ll either be friends or acquaintances.
He ignores his mother’s pleas for him to finally start packing and goes back to gaming. He regrets it later because trying to pack everything three days before Move-In Day is hell.
The second time Dustin meets Chris is when he gets to their suite. Dustin gets there around one and finds that Chris is already all moved in. When Chris sees him, he looks surprised for just a split second and Dustin figures that Chris must not have realized that Dustin Moskovitz was the guy from orientation.
Dustin doesn’t really mind, since they didn’t talk and Dustin isn’t that memorable when quiet.
“Hey, Dustin, right?” Chris says, smiling at him kindly.
“Yeah,” Dustin replies, giving him a small smile back. “It’s nice seeing you again.”
He says it because he doesn’t know what else to say in such a situation. He’s not much of a conversationalist with people he doesn’t know.
Chris doesn’t say anything in direct reply to what Dustin says, but he lets Dustin know that he’s the last to move in. Apparently the other guy got permission to move in a couple days early and is cooped up in the single room on his computer.
Dustin thinks that he and Mark are probably going to get along just fine if the guy likes computers. He also feels kind of sorry for Chris, being stuck with guys like them.
“Um. Since we’re probably going to be sharing a room for more than just one night, I feel obligated to tell you that I’m gay,” Chris states, interrupting Dustin from his thoughts.
“Oh,” Dustin says, unable to think of another reply.
Dustin doesn’t know many gay people, but there was a guy in high school that always got bullied for being out. Dustin doesn’t like bullying for any reason because he knows how it feels.
Dustin thinks Chris is really brave for just telling him like he just did.
“I talked to Mark earlier and he doesn’t really care about me being gay, so you can switch rooms with him or I can switch if you’re more comfortable with that,” Chris tells Dustin, crossing his arms over his chest in a protective sort of motion.
“Oh, no, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with being gay! We can room together, no worries,” Dustin voices hurriedly. “I knew a gay guy in high school. I was just thinking that you’re really brave for telling me because that guy got bullied a lot.”
Chris purses his lips and Dustin worries that he might have offended him somehow. “The guy from your high school was brave too,” Chris tells him.
Dustin blinks and answers, “Yeah. He was. I was always scared of being bully, but I guess he never really tried to get away from it like me.”
Chris gives him a curious look, but it passes quickly and he changes the topic. “Do you need any help with any of your boxes?”
“Oh, um. No, it’s okay. That’s fine, thank you. I only have a few, I can probably get them really quickly without problem,” Dustin says, shaking his head.
“If I help you, it’ll be faster though,” Chris says, heading to the door, “Come on, lead the way.”
Dustin has more boxes than he had let on, but Chris doesn’t say anything about it. It takes them an hour to move Dustin in, and by the time they’re finished, Dustin feels like he and Chris can be good friends rather than just acquaintances.
Chris isn’t like the pretty blond boys Dustin knows back home at all.
Dustin’s freshman year goes by pretty uneventfully. He doesn’t make too many friends. He doesn’t sleep enough some nights. Sometimes he doesn’t study. And he doesn’t get laid.
He wasn’t really expecting to, since he’s unexperienced. The big V. Unappealing to girls of all ages.
Dustin’s not too down about it though, because he’s pretty sure Mark isn’t getting laid either. He seems like the kind of guy that would marry his laptop if the law permitted it.
Dustin knows Chris is probably getting laid all the time, but he never brings anyone back to the dorms.
Dustin’s really glad about that because they share a room and all.
So freshman year is uneventful and when Dustin goes home for the summer, he has both Mark and Chris’ e-mails. They don’t really keep in contact very much, but when it’s time to apply for dorm rooms again, Chris e-mails the two of them and asks if they want to room together again.
Dustin says yes, because they’re all friends and comfortable with each other. And he doesn’t want Chris to end up with anyone who doesn’t like him.
Mark doesn’t have much of an opinion so they figure he must mean yes.
Sophomore year is a lot different from freshman year.
On a slow, lazy Sunday afternoon, Chris is out and about while Dustin stays in and manages to coerce Mark into coming out of his room to play a few rounds of Halo.
Chris comes back around seven with dinner and a tall, good-looking brunet in a suit in tow.
It’s the first time Chris has brought anyone back ever. He doesn’t even bring friends to the dorm, because Mark and Dustin don’t like to clean that much.
Dustin worries, because he’s never met any of Chris’ friends, and if they’re all like this guy, then why does he choose to be friends with people like Dustin?
It’s an uncomfortable feeling and Dustin doesn’t like the new guy at all.
Chris introduces him as Eduardo Saverin, a “friend”, but Dustin can see the faint pink blush dusting his cheeks, and figures that Chris must like the guy.
If the new guy doesn’t like Chris back, he’s either really straight or an idiot.
Chris is probably the most gorgeous guy Dustin has ever laid eyes on.
Admittedly, it confuses Dustin to think of Chris as gorgeous, but there really is no other way to simply describe how he looks in Dustin’s opinion.
After they’re all acquainted, Eduardo and Chris grab controllers and the four of them play a game before dinner. Eduardo manages to kill Dustin within a few minutes, and Dustin dislikes him even more.
During dinner, Eduardo makes a joke and Chris laughs at him, blue eyes lighting up in a joy that makes Dustin think of relationships.
Dustin’s stomach feels disturbed and he excuses himself because he doesn’t feel hungry anymore. He stays in his bed for the rest of the night.
Dustin can’t avoid Eduardo though, because Eduardo becomes a common presence around the suite and Dustin eventually has to become friends with him or it’d be weird. Eduardo is a likeable guy, Dustin finds, but Dustin isn’t sure he likes how he acts like Chris isn’t crushing on him.
One night, the four of them are on the couch watching a movie together when Mark tiredly rubs at his eyes.
Eduardo immediately nudges him in the shoulder and asks, “Are you okay?”
Mark, as always, replies very shortly, “I’m fine.”
Dustin watches the way Eduardo furrows his eyebrows in worry and wonders if maybe he’s missing something.
“Come on, you should probably go to bed,” Eduardo says, getting up and pulling Mark up along with him.
“I said I’m fine, Wardo,” Mark says, but they leave the room anyway, and Dustin finally gets it.
If Mark gives someone a nickname, it means a lot more than just a nickname. Mark must really like Eduardo. Romantically or not, it doesn’t matter, because they’re closer than Dustin thought.
Dustin feels slightly angered on Chris’ behalf because Mark can’t just do that when his friend likes someone. He glances over at Chris to make sure he’s okay, and sees a smile on his face.
“I thought you liked him,” Dustin says, and then immediately wonders if that was a stupid thing to say in this situation.
Chris looks over at him, still smiling. “Yeah, I did. But I saw the way he looks at Mark sometimes when he’s over, and I figured Mark probably needs it more than me.”
Dustin smiles too, but then he thinks about it and groans.
“Is something wrong?” Chris asks worriedly.
“Eventually you’ll all be getting laid except me!” Dustin whines, and Chris laughs at him.
“I don’t get laid that often, Dustin,” Chris says. “Besides, you…”
Chris trails off, and his eyes widen in realization. “Dustin, are you…”
Dustin turns bright red, which, he’s pretty sure, is a huge indication that the answer to the unfinished question is yes.
“I’m sorry, that was so inconsiderate of me,” Chris states, and Dustin wonders how Chris can be so good at not being awkward.
“It’s okay, it’s not your fault or anything. Really. It’s mine for being so unappealing to people,” Dustin rambles, and laughs awkwardly.
“Dustin, you are not unappealing. If you weren’t straight, I think we’d probably be good together,” Chris tells him seriously.
Dustin blushes even harder than before and he swears he can feel his heart nearly stopping in his chest. “Um…”
“Oh shit, what the fuck is wrong with me?” Chris looks down and mumbles to himself. “I’m making this awkward. I shouldn’t make assumptions.”
“Well…to be fair, I’m actually not really sure I’m gay either? I just think you’re really attractive,” Dustin squeaks, and Chris whips his head up to look at Dustin.
“You’re not helping!” he exclaims, and Dustin cringes a little.
“Sorry, I’m sorry. This is…fuck. You know what? I think I’m going to go for a walk. Maybe we’ll talk later. Or tomorrow. I don’t know,” Chris states, standing up and heading to the door.
He slams it in frustration when he leaves and Dustin is left there alone on the crouch, shocked, confused, and just a little dejected.
Eduardo comes out from Mark’s room when he hears the door slam and asks, “Is everything okay?”
Dustin looks over to him and answers honestly, “I…think so?”
“Oh. Okay…well, I’m going to continue my attempts to get Mark to sleep. It’s getting late, so I might crash on the couch later, okay?” Eduardo tells him and Dustin knows that crashing on the couch is not going to happen.
Eduardo is going to fall asleep next to Mark and they’ll wake up wonderful and happy.
Dustin is going to fall asleep alone in his bed and wake up confused and worried about his future love life.
Chris must have found someone to stay with for the night, because he doesn’t come back until the next morning. Dustin is already up because he didn’t sleep very well and he feels like a lost puppy moping around the dorm all alone before Chris shows up.
Chris is surprised to see him when he opens the door at eight AM.
“Hey,” he says tentatively, standing in the doorway.
Dustin looks over at him and just as hesitantly replies back, “Hey.”
“Um,” Chris sounds, biting his lip. He takes a step towards Dustin, but stops and pulls back a little, like he’s trying to figure out what he needs to do.
He stays by the door, but starts speaking, “I…okay, so I think we should try this, maybe? But…I’ve never been with a….you know.”
Dustin starts blushing again and pulls one of the throw pillows into his lap and squeezes it slightly to calm his nerves. “Um…”
“Fuck. Fuck, I’ve been saying that word a lot,” Chris starts, moving to sit next to Dustin on the couch.
He doesn’t leave much space between them which makes Dustin a lot more nervous than he’s comfortable with. And Dustin can be comfortable with nervous because of high school and talking to girls and bad experiences such as that.
Chris faces Dustin and slowly reaches out to cup his hand against the side of Dustin’s face.
It’s a little cold, probably from the outside temperature, and it makes Dustin shiver just a tiny bit.
Dustin isn’t a virgin at kissing so when Chris leans in to brush their lips together, Dustin takes a chance and licks at his lips.
Chris puts more pressure into the kiss and Dustin opens his mouth slightly so that Chris can slide his tongue in.
Kissing a guy is a lot different from kissing a girl, although Dustin hasn’t kissed enough girls to really mind the change. Dustin was always afraid of being a bad kisser with a girl, but Chris is taking the lead and it helps Dustin figure it out much quicker.
It’s a good kind of different.
Chris brings his other hand up to tangle it in Dustin’s hair and pushes their heads as close as he can get them. Dustin attempts to push his tongue against Chris’, but when he feels Chris’ tongue brush against the top of his mouth he can’t help but moan and let out a giggle at the same time.
Chris pulls back and looks at him in surprise.
Dustin clutches at the pillow still in his lap. “Sorry, the roof of my mouth is kind of ticklish, apparently,” Dustin informs him with a grin.
Chris laughs at him and reaches out to take the pillow from his lap. “Are you ticklish any other place I should know about?” Chris asks, eyeing Dustin’s stomach.
“No?” Dustin says, in an attempt to keep Chris away, but it’s futile.
Chris pushes Dustin’s shoulders until he’s lying flat on his back on the couch and beings to poke at his sides, causing him to start laughing uncontrollably.
“St-stop!” Dustin yells through his laughter.
His legs are still folded and are under Chris, so he uses them to try to push Chris off him. Chris isn’t phased, and only moves his body out of the way long enough for him to push Dustin’s legs down and sit on them.
“That’s n-not fair!” Dustin huffs out between the fits of laughter.
He flails his arms out and tries to push Chris off, but only manages to catch onto the fabric by Chris’ shoulder, he grabs onto it and yanks forward in an attempt to make Chris lose his balance enough that he’ll have to stop.
Chris does lose his balance, but when he falls, his body drapes across Dustin’s groin and abdomen, which causes Dustin’s cock to immediately harden, and he groans loudly.
Dustin’s cheeks heat up, but when he looks at Chris, who has pushed himself off Dustin, he notices that Chris is smirking.
“What are you-,“ Dustin starts, before Chris lightly runs one of his hands along Dustin’s side and places pressure on Dustin’s groin with the other.
Dustin’s breath hitches and he breathes out a shaky mixture between a laugh and a moan.
Chris moves the hand on Dustin’s side down and slides it under the hem of Dustin’s shirt. He then turns it over and grabs hold of the shirt, pulling it up. His other hand strokes Dustin through his pajama pants and causes him to arch his back off the couch, allowing Chris to move the shirt up to his underarms. Dustin moves his arms up to let Chris continue to take the shirt off, but Chris only moves it up past Dustin’s elbows and then pulls at Dustin’s chin to move him into a kiss.
While Chris kisses him, Dustin can feel Chris move the shirt back down until it’s under Dustin’s elbows and behind his head. The shirt is tight enough that Dustin isn’t able to move his arms down to a comfortable position. When Chris pulls away from the kiss, he’s smirking again and Dustin glares at him.
“I’m going to say the cliché thing here and tell you to ‘let me take care of you’,” Chris says, and Dustin just glares at him harder because that’s a stupid cliché.
Chris ignores the glare and slides down a little to nuzzle against Dustin’s chin. Dustin lifts his chin up, which allows Chris to move his mouth closer to Dustin’s neck, where he licks and gently nibbles. Dustin groans.
He wriggles his legs a little and Chris slides off them while still licking at Dustin’s neck. He twists his body and climbs onto Dustin in order to straddle Dustin’s hips, which feels a lot more comfortable than sitting on his legs.
Dustin lets out a whine when Chris bites down lightly on his neck and begins to trail kisses from the bite down to Dustin’s shoulder and then his chest.
Chris stops next to one of Dustin’s nipples and looks up at Dustin, winking, before he darts a tongue out to lick.
Dustin shudders and breathes heavily, before whining out Chris’ name.
Chris nibbles at the skin around Dustin’s nipples like he did with Dustin’s neck until it’s hard and then moves up to kiss Dustin again.
At this point, Dustin feels hot all over and really wants to come while Chris still looks immaculate as always.
Chris slides his hand down Dustin’s side again while kissing him, and Dustin lets out a breathy giggle into the kiss.
When Chris stops kissing him, Dustin breathes out, “Chris, let me move my arms, please.”
Chris stops and thinks, considering what Dustin wants.
“Please, Chris, I want to touch you,” Dustin whines to which Chris smiles at him and replies, “Okay.”
Chris takes Dustin’s shirt off the rest of the way and Dustin immediately moves to bunch Chris’ shirt in his hands and pull him down into a kiss. He let’s go with one hand and moves it down to unbutton and unzip Chris’ jeans and slides his palm against Chris’ cock.
Chris pushes his hips into Dustin’s hand and licks into Dustin’s mouth. He’s holding himself up with one hand, but he takes the other one and slips it under Dustin’s pants and boxers.
Dustin takes it as a cue to do the same, and soon, both of them are tugging and stroking each other and kissing fiercely.
It doesn’t take long for Dustin to come, arching his back up and pushing his groin and Chris’ hand up against Chris’ groin and his own hand. He lets out a loud moan and Chris ruts against Dustin and his hand until he comes as well.
They both pull their sticky, messy hands out of each other’s pants and Chris collapses on top of Dustin’s sweaty chest and nuzzles his face into the crook of Dustin’s neck.
Dustin stares at the ceiling and grins. It’s not sex of the penetration kind yet, but it’s still sex. Dustin is technically not a virgin anymore and his first time was with a pretty blond. Who gives a shit if it was a guy, Dustin likes him.
A door on the other side of the room opens and Chris suddenly sits up and scrambles off of Dustin.
“Oh,” Eduardo says, standing in the doorway, cheeks reddening. “Oh. I’ll just…uh. I’m just heading out to go to my morning class.”
He points to the exit and quickly shuffles his way over to it. “I’ll, um…I’ll see you guys later,” he says, then opens the door quickly and leaves.
“Fuck,” Chris says, and Dustin wonders if this is the first time Chris has cursed that much in his life.
Mark shuffles into the doorway of his room wearing only his sweatpants and smirks at them.
Dustin throws one of the couch pillows at him, but Mark closes the door before it hits him.
“We should clean up,” Chris says, taking a look at his hand.
“Yeah…,” Dustin replies. And then, “Shower?”
Chris smiles at him. “That sounds like a great idea.”