#daustin

[hardchance]

davey x austin edit. hi i love them

can i be their ceo

[banannabethchase]

Turkey Time?

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Damn It December day 23: Discussion about when to take out the turkey. Thank you to my darling @sarahcakes613 for the help in filling this prompt!

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“Hmm.”

Dustin turns around. “You’ve been hovering all morning, babe. What’s your deal?”

“Just watching,” Austin lies. There’s a pause, almost longer than it should be. “Shouldn’t you take out the turkey now?”

Dustin stares at Austin. Austin stares back. He isn’t intimidated by this very tall, very handsome man in his kitchen. Austin’s the one with the power here. His boyfriend can’t intimidate him. He breaks eye contact first, though. For unrelated reasons.

“It’s only a turkey breast, so no,” Dustin says slowly.

“That’s not how my dad does it,” Austin muses.

“That’s because Billy’s one of those idiots who dropped a half frozen bird in boiling oil back in the day,” Dustin says. He leans in and kisses Austin’s forehead. “Seriously. I know how to do the turkey. I got this.”

Austin shrugs. “Just want to make sure, like, nothing goes wrong. Don’t want to miss anything.”

“It’s cute you think I haven’t done this, like, nearly 40 times before,” Dustin says.

“Ooh, talk more about how much older you are than me,” Austin says, grinning as he leans against the counter. “You know that gets me going.”

“Get the fuck out of my kitchen before I call your brother to come handle you,” Dustin says, pie facing Austin in the direction of the door. “You’re the worst. I love you.”

Austin blows Dustin as kiss as he leaves. “Love you, too! I’ll bother you later.”

Dustin chuckles. “I’m sure you will.”

[plankified]

they're gossiping

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In honour of the resident heterosexual: austindustin, austin shoots his shot with lance and is turned down, dustin comforts him by reassuring him that he's very pretty actually.

Out of Your System

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Austin’s on the workout bench, arms flopped to his sides. He wants to finish the reps. He really does. But he’s heartbroken and sad and, honestly, kind of wants somebody to come up and ask him what’s wrong.

He sighs again, a little louder this time.

“Shut up,” Colten says, and he doesn’t even get a chance to move before something wet hits him in the face.

“Gross!” Austin yells, batting the towel away. “Take your sweaty filth and put it somewhere else.”

“I plan to,” Colten yells. “Get your ass up, you whiner.”

“Let me live!” Austin yells back at him. He flops back down onto the bench. Maybe he’ll fall asleep. That could count as a workout if he’s really pathetic about it, right?

He does fall asleep. He figures it out because somebody clears their throat and Austin opens his eyes.

Dustin Rhodes, out of gear but in a surprisingly well fitting tank top and shorts, is staring down at him. “Sorry to interrupt,” he says, “but are you actually using this bench?”

“Does sleeping count as cardio?”

“I think it by definition doesn’t.” Dustin reaches out a hand and pulls Austin to his feet with surprising strength. It shouldn’t be that surprising, Austin muses. But, somehow, it is. When they’re standing, they’re far from eye to eye, Austin realizes. Dustin studies him. “Are you doing alright, kid?”

“I’m not a kid,” Austin says automatically. “I’m in my twenties.”

Dustin snorts. “That’s young enough to be a kid, kid. You’ll understand when you’re older.”

“I am older,” Austin says.

And that’s when realization dawns in Dustin’s eyes. A conversation from a few years ago, from a few nonalcoholic beers ago, from a graduation party where Austin showed off his shiny new degree. “Oh,” Dustin says. “Oh, you weren’t drunk enough to forget that, were you.”

“No,” Austin says. “I didn’t actually have anything to drink that night.”

“I’m sure you did,” Dustin says. But he hasn’t let go of Austin’s hand. And that feels like something. “Didn’t you?”

Austin shakes his head. “Not a drop. That was a virgin pina colada.”

Dustin snorts.

“What?!”

“Just – nothing.”

“You can’t possibly think I’m a virgin,” Austin says, trying his best smile. “I mean, come on.”

“No, Austin,” Dustin says. “Your father’s told me about the times you had to call him to bail you out during college. I’m sure you’re not.”

“Oh, so you and Dad talked about me,” Austin says. “What, you ask him permission or something?”

Dustin’s laugh is almost nervous. “Austin, you can’t be serious.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Austin asks. “I mean, I just hit on Lance. Again.” He sighs. “Got shot down again.”

“Yeah, he’s married to a woman,” Dustin says. “How are you, like, the third person to make that mistake?”

“Third?” Austin asks. “Who else? Wait, don’t answer that. You’re trying to change the subject.” He pokes at Dustin’s chest. “I’m older. You said I had to wait until I was older.”

“I thought you’d change your mind!”

Austin blinks. “Why the hell would I change my mind?”

“Because I’m a old has been,” Dustin says, and he does look a little sad right now, a little old.

The sad isn’t great. The old, Austin has to admit, is absolutely doing it for him. “You have matches all the time that still fuck.”

Dustin blinks. “They…fuck?”

“They fuck,” Austin explains. “It means they’re good. Jeez, are you not on the internet?”

“I’m fifty something years old, Austin, of course I’m not on your internet.”

Austin beams. “Yeah, I know. Can I kiss you now?”

“Aus – you don’t want to kiss me.”

Austin rolls his eyes. “You don’t get to tell me what I do and don’t want. I want to kiss you. Do you want to kiss me?”

“Sure,” Dustin says, almost like he didn’t mean to. “I mean –”

“You said sure,” Austin says. “So, like, you do want to kiss me.”

Dustin sighs. “I shouldn’t want to kiss you.”

“Well, if you don’t want to kiss me, that’s one thing. But if you do want to want to kiss me, that’s just stupid.” Austin gets a little closer. “So, like, maybe you should kiss me. To get it out of your system or something.”

“Believe me, kid,” Dustin says, and he slides his hand to rest under Austin’s jaw. “One kiss is not gonna get it out of my system.”

Austin knows, from the quickest press of lips, that he is gone forever after this moment. Dustin is soft at first, like he’s testing it, like he’s expecting Austin to pull away. But Austin doesn’t and moves his lips. It seems to electrify something inside of Dustin, and an arm goes around Austin’s waist, pulling him in tightly. His mouth opens and Austin whimpers into it, ready to taste and feel and drown in it. Dustin’s surprisingly gentle, but it still feels like Austin is powerless to the touches.

“Okay,” Austin says, breathing heavily. “Did you get it out of your system?”

“No, Austin,” Dustin says, running a thumb along Austin’s lower lip. “No, I definitely didn’t.”

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just learned that austin doesn't know how to tie his shoes and he's just getting RELENTLESSLY torn apart about it

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[PM from Austin]: Do you want me to come over?

PM: …oh. Jax just asked me to come over. Could you come with me? 

@psitsaustin

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