Rei-Schleim-Challenge zum Geburtstag
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120_minutenTitel: Why the kitchen?
Pairing: Mark/Dustin
Wörter: 850
Team: DEAN
Challenge: rei-schleim-challenge mit küssen
Summary: es gibt einen kuss und viel hirnunfähigkeit
Kommentar: möglicherweise OOC, ich bin müde und ich hab die herren schon ne weile nicht mehr geschrieben. aber egal, rei, das hat dir zu gefallen, sonst gibt's Ärger, oder so. ach so und nicht gebeta-et natürlich.
Happy birthday!!! *hugs*
Mark didn’t quite know what had just happened.
He stood with his back against the kitchen cabinet, staring straight ahead and the engines of his brain were working overtime. His eyebrows didn’t quite know what to do – concentration or confusion – and were stuck somewhere in between. The cold surface of the cupboard against his back did nothing to focus his mind. The sensation of cold did not go well with his dizzy head and tingling lips.
He tried to figure out whether he had missed something. The last 72 hours were a bit of a blur, he had to admit. He had gone from one coding spree into another with only seven hours of sleep separating them. He’d run out of tuna by hour 56 and lived on beer and red vines. He had the vague memory of Dustin shoving some pizza into his mouth absentmindedly while he had watched Mark’s coding and tried to butt in with his big hands. He also had the vague memory of temporarily falling asleep with his head on Dustin’s shoulder while they were sitting in front of the laptop. He’d jerked awake when Dustin had thrown up his arms in triumph and Mark nearly fallen off his chair. Mark wasn’t sure whether Dustin’s slightly deranged grin was directed at him or was due to the sleep-deprived euphoria. With Dustin one could never be sure, especially since nearly everything was euphoria with him, sleep-deprived or not.
So apart from falling asleep and possibly drooling on his shoulder and the odd finger in his mouth alongside the pizza, Mark had no idea what could have prompted this.
“Mark!”
“What?”
“Go to sleep.”
“Yes, I will. I just need to-“ He rummaged through the cupboard, pushing aside cans full of things he doesn’t necessarily eat. He didn’t quite know why he had them – or who had bought them, to be honest. Pea soup. Why the hell did he have pea soup?
“What are you looking for?” Dustin stood in the doorway. He looked exhausted, not that Mark noticed things like that, but there was an exasperated gleam in his eyes.
“I know I used to have Ravioli here somewhere.”
“You mean the can that you bought back in Boston and actually took with you when we moved here, meaning that it’s at least two years old?” Dustin raised an eyebrow.
“You threw it away?”
“Of course, I threw it away.” Dustin shook his head, but unfolded his arms and stepped up to Mark, opened the other cupboard, pushed a few cans aside and pulled out a big one containing Ravioli. “And replaced it with a new one.”
Mark clapped Dustin on the shoulder, the left corner of his mouth going up slightly and made a grab for the can. But Dustin didn’t let go and Mark’s eyebrows narrowed, but before he could react Dustin was already leaning in. ‘We’re in the kitchen’ was all Mark could think before soft lips touched his. It was a chaste kiss with just the right amount of pressure. It made Mark’s eyes flutter shut and the hold on Dustin’s shoulder tightened a little. Dustin let go off the can before he let go off Mark’s lips. He turned around and left Mark standing there, stunned.
Which had brought him to this point, still not knowing exactly what had happened. Well, he knew the physicality of it, a kiss was a kiss, but he didn’t know why that kiss and why in the kitchen. And… well, why?
“Mark, put the Ravioli back and go to sleep,” shouted Dustin from somewhere in the apartment, as if nothing had happened. Mark looked at the Ravioli, couldn’t remember why he had wanted them and put them back into the cupboard.
He walked slowly into Dustin’s bedroom, which most of the time wasn’t really Dustin’s bedroom, because either Dustin simply didn’t sleep in it or Mark had passed out on his bed so that Dustin was forced to sleep on the couch or in Mark’s bed, which would technically make Mark’s bedroom Dustin’s bedroom and vice versa. So really, Dustin was sleeping in Mark’s bed.
“Why?”
Dustin was lying with his back to the door, but he turned a bit at the question and looked at Mark. He shrugged as well as he could in his twisted position. “I just felt the urge to do it.” He turned back and inside Mark’s head the words ‘embarrassment’ and ‘indifference’ fought with each other. After a minute, Mark decided that it was ‘embarrassment’ and closed the door. He took off his shoes and left them lying in the middle of the room, something he would probably regret once he tripped on them in his sleepy state in about 6 hours. But for now he didn’t care. As he lifted the blanket he thought he felt and saw Dustin tense up a bit, but it was gone again when Mark settled in behind Dustin.
“Try not to wake me up when you have to pee.”
Dustin chuckled.
“As if anyone could wake you up once you’ve hit the zombieland of the sleepy-heads.”
Mark didn’t answer.
Pairing: Mark/Dustin
Wörter: 850
Team: DEAN
Challenge: rei-schleim-challenge mit küssen
Summary: es gibt einen kuss und viel hirnunfähigkeit
Kommentar: möglicherweise OOC, ich bin müde und ich hab die herren schon ne weile nicht mehr geschrieben. aber egal, rei, das hat dir zu gefallen, sonst gibt's Ärger, oder so. ach so und nicht gebeta-et natürlich.
Happy birthday!!! *hugs*
Mark didn’t quite know what had just happened.
He stood with his back against the kitchen cabinet, staring straight ahead and the engines of his brain were working overtime. His eyebrows didn’t quite know what to do – concentration or confusion – and were stuck somewhere in between. The cold surface of the cupboard against his back did nothing to focus his mind. The sensation of cold did not go well with his dizzy head and tingling lips.
He tried to figure out whether he had missed something. The last 72 hours were a bit of a blur, he had to admit. He had gone from one coding spree into another with only seven hours of sleep separating them. He’d run out of tuna by hour 56 and lived on beer and red vines. He had the vague memory of Dustin shoving some pizza into his mouth absentmindedly while he had watched Mark’s coding and tried to butt in with his big hands. He also had the vague memory of temporarily falling asleep with his head on Dustin’s shoulder while they were sitting in front of the laptop. He’d jerked awake when Dustin had thrown up his arms in triumph and Mark nearly fallen off his chair. Mark wasn’t sure whether Dustin’s slightly deranged grin was directed at him or was due to the sleep-deprived euphoria. With Dustin one could never be sure, especially since nearly everything was euphoria with him, sleep-deprived or not.
So apart from falling asleep and possibly drooling on his shoulder and the odd finger in his mouth alongside the pizza, Mark had no idea what could have prompted this.
“Mark!”
“What?”
“Go to sleep.”
“Yes, I will. I just need to-“ He rummaged through the cupboard, pushing aside cans full of things he doesn’t necessarily eat. He didn’t quite know why he had them – or who had bought them, to be honest. Pea soup. Why the hell did he have pea soup?
“What are you looking for?” Dustin stood in the doorway. He looked exhausted, not that Mark noticed things like that, but there was an exasperated gleam in his eyes.
“I know I used to have Ravioli here somewhere.”
“You mean the can that you bought back in Boston and actually took with you when we moved here, meaning that it’s at least two years old?” Dustin raised an eyebrow.
“You threw it away?”
“Of course, I threw it away.” Dustin shook his head, but unfolded his arms and stepped up to Mark, opened the other cupboard, pushed a few cans aside and pulled out a big one containing Ravioli. “And replaced it with a new one.”
Mark clapped Dustin on the shoulder, the left corner of his mouth going up slightly and made a grab for the can. But Dustin didn’t let go and Mark’s eyebrows narrowed, but before he could react Dustin was already leaning in. ‘We’re in the kitchen’ was all Mark could think before soft lips touched his. It was a chaste kiss with just the right amount of pressure. It made Mark’s eyes flutter shut and the hold on Dustin’s shoulder tightened a little. Dustin let go off the can before he let go off Mark’s lips. He turned around and left Mark standing there, stunned.
Which had brought him to this point, still not knowing exactly what had happened. Well, he knew the physicality of it, a kiss was a kiss, but he didn’t know why that kiss and why in the kitchen. And… well, why?
“Mark, put the Ravioli back and go to sleep,” shouted Dustin from somewhere in the apartment, as if nothing had happened. Mark looked at the Ravioli, couldn’t remember why he had wanted them and put them back into the cupboard.
He walked slowly into Dustin’s bedroom, which most of the time wasn’t really Dustin’s bedroom, because either Dustin simply didn’t sleep in it or Mark had passed out on his bed so that Dustin was forced to sleep on the couch or in Mark’s bed, which would technically make Mark’s bedroom Dustin’s bedroom and vice versa. So really, Dustin was sleeping in Mark’s bed.
“Why?”
Dustin was lying with his back to the door, but he turned a bit at the question and looked at Mark. He shrugged as well as he could in his twisted position. “I just felt the urge to do it.” He turned back and inside Mark’s head the words ‘embarrassment’ and ‘indifference’ fought with each other. After a minute, Mark decided that it was ‘embarrassment’ and closed the door. He took off his shoes and left them lying in the middle of the room, something he would probably regret once he tripped on them in his sleepy state in about 6 hours. But for now he didn’t care. As he lifted the blanket he thought he felt and saw Dustin tense up a bit, but it was gone again when Mark settled in behind Dustin.
“Try not to wake me up when you have to pee.”
Dustin chuckled.
“As if anyone could wake you up once you’ve hit the zombieland of the sleepy-heads.”
Mark didn’t answer.
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Date: 2011-07-17 11:22 pm (UTC)natürlich die wichtigste frage zuerst: warum die küche XD?
weil man am niedlichsten aussieht wenn man verpeilt nach 2 jahre alten ravioli sucht...deshalb die küche.
außerdem liebe ich dustins antwort auf die frage warum *_____*
viel liebe und noch viel mehr schlaf XD
>“As if anyone could wake you up once you’ve hit the zombieland of the sleepy-heads.”< LIEBE <3
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Date: 2011-07-18 08:04 am (UTC)Omg, ist das süüß! <3
Ach, ich liebe wie Banane und neben der Kappe die beiden sind, wenn sie coden. Es ist einfach nur entzückend. Und totale Übermüdung ist eine absolut gute Entschuldigung für einen random Kuss in der Küche über einer Dose Ravioli. Absolut.
So really, Dustin was sleeping in Mark’s bed.
Diese Logik ist so typisch Mark, dazu fällt mir gar nichts anderes mehr ein. XD
Danke! *__*
Ich bin völlig verzückt und hin und weg!
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