five times kissed long nights and frat parties and dorian breaking out the best ever weed fight me irl.
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- In the spirit of our College AU: [ coordinate. ] -get ready from some awkward college cullrian
[ i. ]
The doorbell rings, and Cullen’s in the middle of a particularly confounding passage that he has to physically tear himself away in order to get to the door in a timely manner. He’s distracted, pulling the door open to find Dorian there, satchel slung over his shoulder in that affected dapper way Cullen has come to expect of him. Without thinking, he leans in to greet him with a kiss on the cheek, a customary greeting Cullen reserves for close friends, but hardly for classmates whose last names he barely knows. He freezes immediately after as he realizes his faux pas. “Um …. come in,” he says, rubbing his neck to hide the flush of crimson there, then realizes that he’s reddened at the tips of his ears and across the apples of his cheeks. He turns on his heel to stalk inside, hoping Dorian will follow after.
[ ii. ]
Cullen is ready to rip his own ears out of his head, so massively irritating is Dorian’s singing voice as he warbles some unfamiliar tune or other out of key and out of rhythm, and he’s sure his project partner is doing it on purpose.
Another hour passes and Dorian’s still singing to whatever songs are currently playing through his ear phones, and Cullen pushes determinedly out his chair to march over to the couch where the man is sprawled indolently like some boneless fish. He rips the earbuds away in dramatic fashion, falling to his knees and kissing him viciously on the mouth. It has the successful effect of stunning the other man into silence for the most fleeting of moments, before Dorian breaks out into singing once more, and Cullen is forced to continue his studying in the corner cafe downstairs.
[ iii. ]
"Christ you look like that guy from A Cinderella Story," Dorian laughs at the sight of Cullen in his formal attire.
"Chad Michael Murray?" Cullen asks, pressing a hand self-consciously to his stomach, smoothing his waistcoat into place.
"Yeah," Dorian replies, snatching an hors d’oeuvre from a passing server’s tray.
"Oh," Cullen says, looking pleased.
"It wasn’t a compliment."
"Oh." His face falls, pulling a hurt puppy expression Dorian immediately regrets, and attempt quickly to remedy with a question:
"Would you like to dance?"
It’s laughable how Cullen’s face brightens at the offer, and even more ridiculous how he bows at the waist and catches up Dorian’s hand in some playful attempt at gallantry, brushing his lips against his knuckles. He straightens then, gesturing to the ballroom within. “After you,” he says evenly. “I hope you know how to waltz.”
[ iv. ]
"What do you mean you’ve never smoked weed?" Dorian laughs, incredulous, and Cullen only shrugs sheepishly for lack of anything better to respond with. A consummate overachiever, drugs was always a distraction that he never had the time nor the leisure to consider. But he does, with widening eyes, when Dorian cups his face in his cheeks and asks for silent permission by way of a raised brow. Cullen doesn’t know what he’s agreeing to, but he nods profusely anyways, sucking in a shocked breath when Dorian leans in to press his lips to his and blow a thick, numinous fog of smoke into his mouth. Cullen pulls back, spluttering and coughing and still in shock, while Dorian laughs and leans in again. "This time, hold your breath, idiot."
[ v. ]
Dorian likes seeing Cullen sweat, so he takes him out to gay bars, gets him drunk and leans in a little too close, but he doesn’t realize at first Cullen doesn’t really care at all. So every once in a while he’ll up the ante: swat at his butt or wink in his direction. Cullen’s gathered that Dorian’s just trying to get a rise out of him, so when Dorian threatens his personal space with a round of gay Chicken, he doesn’t expect Cullen quirking an eyebrow and leaning unhesitatingly into the kiss. Cullen flicks a tongue at the corner of his mouth for good measure as he draws away, a shit eating grin on his lips the likes of which Dorian was sure he was incapable of, and there’s an air of satisfaction in Cullen’s stride as he turns on his heel and walks away in triumph.
