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It Feels Like We Died, Though | Dustin & Quinn

Dustin is possibly undead. Quinn just wants to go back to sleep.

Date: 04/06/17 4:30am

Warnings: vomiting, alcohol

As his sleep finally faded, Quinn let out a low groan. His head was killing him and the sun that was filtering through the shades had decided to land right on his face. Pressing his face against the pillow, he reached out, expecting to find Dustin laying with him. But his hand hit the mattress. Blearily, Quinn opened his eyes, glancing around the room and not seeing his boyfriend. His mind was still fuzzy about the night before, and as he managed to sit up he thought back to the night before. They hadn't actually had sex, which Quinn was glad about, but had pretty much just passed out in bed. Still, he wanted to find Dustin. Carefully, Quinn slipped out of bed in just his underwear, apparently he had enough sense to take off his suit before going to bed, and padded out into the hallway sleepily. Pausing for a moment as his head throbbed in pain, Quinn leaned against the door before he heard what sounded like someone throwing up from the bathroom. Wincing slightly, he knocked gently on the door. "Dustin?" he whispered.

Although Dustin had passed out almost straight away, he did not sleep very well. Instead, after sleeping for a while, he suddenly woke up. As he sat up in bed, he felt more nauseous than he'd ever before. He barely had time to make it to the bathroom before he threw up. He clutched at the toilet bowl, the tiles cold against his bare knees. Somehow, he was wearing underwear and not his suit. He couldn't actually remember if he had got undressed himself or if someone else had taken off his clothes for him. He flushed the toilet, and moved to get up, only to have to immediately return back to the toilet to throw up for a second time. He felt more sober than before, and he suddenly thought back to the things he had done or said the previous night. He let out a loud groan. How could he ever face Blanche, AJ and Quinn again? "Go away," he groaned at the sudden voice from the other side of the door. It was clearly Quinn. "Don't want you to see me like this..."

Quinn waited for a moment, pouting slightly when Dustin answered the way he did. With a frown, he knocked again, lighter this time now that he had Dustin's attention. He didn't want to attract Dustin's parent's attention. Hopefully they would still be asleep, it was exceptionally early. "Don't be stupid," he mumbled, reaching for the door handle and expecting it to be locked. Surprisingly, the handle twisted and the door opened. As he stepped inside, he was hit with the scent of Dustin's sickness, and wrinkled his nose. He was glad that he wasn't a sympathetic vomitter. Closing the door carefully, he moved over to sit next to Dustin, letting his and rest on his back. Karen used to do that to him when he was sick. "Told you that you were drunk last night," he teased lightly, running his hand up and down Dustin's back. "And don't be stupid about not wanting me to see you. You're my boyfriend,"

Of course Quinn would still come inside even though he had told him to go away. And since he didn't have a chance to lock the door behind him in his rush, there was nothing stopping him from entering. "Well, you were drunk, too," Dustin mumbled, leaning back into Quinn's touch. "How are you not throwing up? That's totally unfair that you're not." Even though it probably was good that he was the only person sick right now. "Yes, exactly, you're my boyfriend." He faced him, frowning. "So if my parents find you here and see that you stayed the night they're gonna kill me."

"Yeah, we were all pretty drunk, except, like AJ and your sister," Quinn said with a short laugh. "You just didn't think we were drunk last night," he smiled, moving to wrap his arms around Dustin now that it seemed like he wasn't throwing up for a bit. "I drank less than you I think. You were chugging that punch," Quinn mumbled, letting his eyes close as he pressed his forehead against the back of Dustin's shoulder. Quinn grumbled a bit, letting out a tired and frustrated noise. " 's still early. They won't be up for a while," Quinn, shrugged slightly. "Just wanna sleep more,"

"Yeah, because I didn't think I was drinking any alcohol," Dustin argued, closing his eyes as he enjoyed the feeling of Quinn pressed close to him. He felt like crap, and it was comforting that he wasn't alone right now. "I still have no idea how that worked, the punch didn't taste like alcohol at all. Like, not one bit." He shook his head, the motion causing him to lean forward and to throw up again. It was noisy, and he felt dirty and horrible about doing this in front of Quinn. "But if you go to sleep now they're gonna walk into my room with you there," Dustin protested. "You should go home..."

"Dustin," Quinn said, slightly grumpy at being hungover and awake so early, "You can do magic. I'm pretty sure there's some way to make alcohol tasteless," he rolled his eyes. Quinn winced when Dustin leaned forward again, pulling back a bit and rubbing Dustin's back again. He felt bad that Dustin felt sick, it wasn't even like he wanted to get drunk last night. It had just happened. That wasn't really fair. "I'm not gonna leave when you're still feeling sick," he said adamantly. "Besides, I'll wait here until you feel better, then we can go back to sleep together," he mumbled. "Your mom won't just walk in if you're still sleeping will she?"

Dustin turned his head and gave him a pout. "You're not saying I hexed the punch to be alcoholic and tasteless, are you?" If he'd done that, he would never had drunk that much of the punch. Sure, getting a little tipsy could have been fun at prom. But not this drunk. "But it's not like you can do anything," Dustin argued. "Besides, I'm totally fine. On the verge of death, but fine." He groaned again and threw up. Why couldn't he stop this? He hadn't eaten that much - just a couple of burgers and a milkshake. Oh, and parts of a pancake with syrup. "Noo, we can't do that," he argued. "Because she might walk in to wake me up or to leave some clean laundry."

Quinn laughed softly. "No, of course not. Just that someone could have done that. Or... hell, anything can happen in this town right?" he asked, wincing slightly as his head decided at that moment to throb painfully. "You're definitely not fine," Quinn grumbled as Dustin threw up again. "Dustin, it's like, 4:30," he said. "And I'm super hungover, and you're still sick, and I'm sleepy and you probably are too," Quinn leaned forward again, kissing Dustin's shoulder. "So I'm pretty sure we can sleep for a few hours and not have your mom walk in on us,"

"But you can't exactly do anything but watch me throw up, can you? And this can't be nice." Dustin groaned. Why was this happening to him? He'd done nothing to deserve this. He'd made such a fool out of himself last night. Lea was gonna hate him. Really hate him. He'd probably ruined prom night for her - although she was only a freshman, so she had lots of more opportunities. But Quinn hadn't. "Did I ruin prom for you?" he asked him quietly before throwing up again. "Look, I feel awful about throwing you out right now, but mum literally has super strange shifts and she will check on me before she leaves. And I just know I'm gonna be grounded if she finds you in my bed..."

"I... guess not," Quinn mumbled with a frown. "But I can be here?" he suggested with a slight shrug. Mostly he just didn't want to walk home and leave Dustin to this all by himself. Maybe he was being a bit selfish about this whole thing. At least he wasn't sick too, that would be miserable. Quinn smiled softly and shook his head. "Of course you didn't," he said with a small smile. "It was prom. I got to spend it with you. That's kind of all I cared about," he said, rubbing Dustin's back again. "You could just tell her I came over early and then we fell asleep or something," he said with a shrug. He really wished that Dustin had a lock on his door. Or that they'd gone back to his place last night.

"And I like being with you, even if I feel like shit, because I like you, and that's why it sucks so much you'll have to leave." Dustin frowned. Everything about this situation was shit. His nausea was shit. Being awake this early in the morning was shit. And the fact that his parents were so strict when it came to boyfriends was also shit. "Yeah, but I was super embarrassing and drunk and I think at some point I called AJ hot, which is just unfair to you," he mumbled. "So I'm sorry about that. "She's never going to believe that we didn't do anything. It was prom night, remember? The night when people have- wait, did we have sex?" he asked, suddenly remembering telling everyone they were going to have sex. "We didn't, right?" he asked again, panic in his voice. He coudn't have had his first time and not remember a thing. That was not how things were supposed to go.

Quinn pouted at Dustin, doing his best to give him sad puppy eyes. He had no clue if it would work, but he hoped that it would. "C'mon, please?" he asked, kissing Dustin's shoulder again. "I think you did," he said with a small smile. "You were drunk, so was I," he shrugged. "And he is kind of hot," he mumbled, before grinning. "But you're hotter so," Quinn shrugged, feeling a little better now that he'd been up for a little. "What? No, of course not," he said, feeling his face flush a little bit. They had woken up in their underwear, but he was certain that they'd just fallen asleep. "We kind of just got undressed and fell asleep I think," he said with a nod, trying his best to remember the fuzzy bits of last night. "No, we definitely didn't have se," he said. Quinn wanted to remember his first time with Dustin, and not just have it be a drunken mess after prom.

"Stop looking at me like that!" Dustin groaned. It was just unfair. Quinn was supposed to be the reasonable one, the one who should want to impress his mother into liking him. "Hey!" he lightly slapped Quinn's shoulder. "You're not supposed to call him hot. Even though you're saying I'm hotter. I'm the only person you're allowed to find attractive," he teased him, smiling, before a wave of nausea overcame him again and he had to lean over the toilet bow. Fuck, he felt so disgusting. "Good," Dustin mumbled once he'd finished, grimacing at the taste in his mouth. "I would want to remember that, if that ever happened." He turned around to look at Quinn. He had to look absolutely disgusting right now. "And I believe you. Like, I remember I had trouble getting out of a car, I don't think I was in the right state of mind to figure out the mechanics of gay sex." He flushed.

Quinn just continued with the look, glad it was actually working. He had difficulty keeping it up though, as he kept wanting to smirk instead. "You did last night, so that's just revenge for that," he said, sticking his tongue out, before pouting again. He really wished Dustin would feel better. He had to be almost out of vomit at this point. "Well... yeah," Quinn mumbled, not mentioning that he did want it to happen at some point. "You were pretty drunk. I was too, but you could, like, barely walk," he grinned slightly. "Let's not get that drunk again. It was a bit of a mess... a lot of a mess," Quinn mumbled, looping an arm around Dustin's waist. "You feeling any better?"

"I think feeling this way is enough revenge, isn't it?" Dustin asked, rolling his eyes at him. "I could still walk," Dustin mumbled. "I remember walking into the diner and stuff. And dancing with you. That was nice." He nodded eagerly when Quinn suggested not getting that drunk again. "Definitely. I was such an idiot. Ugh, fuck, Lea's gonna hate me. Like, so much." He leaned his head against the outside of the cold porcelain of the toilet bowl. "If I say yes, will you go home?" he asked, groaning as he held his stomach. He still felt so sick but how could there be anything left in his stomach? "I don't wanna get grounded.... and I want my parents to like you."

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"Probably," Quinn admitted with a shrug. He bit his lower lip for a moment, before smiling. "Yeah, the dancing was fun," he said. "You weren't an idiot. You were drunk. Most people at the dance were drunk. So no one can blame you, even your sister," he replied. "Unlikely," Quinn replied with a wry grin. After a moment, he paused, looking around for a minute. "Apparently you need greasy food for a hangover," he said, looking at Dustin. "That's what I saw online at least," he began, pausing for a moment. "If I go will you come over for breakfast? And then we can cuddle in bed the rest of the day,"

"But my sister wasn't drunk," Dustin pointed out. While he was mostly glad that she hadn't drunk the spiked punch and so she was okay, a small part wished she'd also been a little drunk so she wouldn't be too mad about his behaviour. "Urgh," Dustin groaned as Quinn mentioned the greasy breakfast, holding the toilet bowl and he leaned forward and started heaving again. "Pleease, don't talk about food now. Please," he said once he was finished. "But yes, I'd love to come over. That makes much more sense than you staying over now. I mean, we both feel like shit and we're tired so let's enjoy our time together when we're feeling better. And, uh, I'd hate to get grounded. It would suck soooooo bad if I was only allowed to see you at school. Right?" Pulling a face, he flushed the toilet.

"No, but I'm sure she'll understand the situation," Quinn replied. That was assuming she wasn't a total bitch about it. To be honest, Quinn had a feeling she might be. "Right... sorry, no food," he mumbled, looking away for a moment. He smiled when Dustin spoke again before running his hand over Dustin's back. "Okay, I'll go I guess," he mumbled, standing up and frowning. "Yeah, that'd suck a lot," he mused, scratching the back of his leg with his foot. "So, just come over whenever," Quinn said with a small smile. "But... ugh... we should probably shower and stuff first," Quinn shrugged, moving to open the door. "Do you wanna check for your mom first?"

"I mean, it wasn't my fault that I got drunk, I never wanted any of that," Dustin mused. "But I kinda forced her to come into this truck with me and she didn't look like she had a good time. From what I remember." He sighed, pulling himself up to his feet to turn on the tap. He rinsed his mouth thoroughly, spit out the water, and then repeated the process. Once Quinn was gone he'd definitely brush his teeth to get rid of the taste completely. "Yes, I will not come to your place without having had a shower first," Dustin replied. Now that he'd thrown up a lot, he almost felt a bit better. "Unless you plan on doing that together," he joked, before nodding and stepping into the hallway. It was eerily quiet. He waited for a second, but the only sound was coming from their breathing, the dripping of the bathroom tap and a clock downstairs. "Everything's clear," he whispered and motioned for him to follow. "Do we wanna risk the front door waking them up or are you gonna use the window exit?"

"It wasn't anyone's fault except whoever spiked it," Quinn pointed out. "Okay... yeah that did sort of happen," Quinn chuckled, trying to keep his voice down. Quinn waited patiently while Dustin rinsed out his mouth and got ready, before smirking. "We can totally shower together," Quinn smirked. "Though, that might be something that Karen and Jared actually do have an issue with," he teased, before waiting for Dustin to give him the okay. "I'll do the window," he mumbled, not wanting to risk it. Glancing across, he darted across the hallway into Dustin's room, looking around with a frown. "I'm going to borrow your clothes," he said with a shrug, moving over to Dustin's close to rummage through it. Steal was more like it. Quinn probably wasn't going to return them. "I don't want to climb a tree or walk home in a tux,"

Dustin raised one eyebrow. "Wait, they would?" he asked, a little surprised. "I thought they were super open-minded about our relationship and stuff?" Stuff pretty much meant sex, but he wouldn't dare say that word in the hallway in case just the mention of it would summon his mother from her sleep. Who knew what she spells she was capable of? Maybe she was a bit like Voldemort and she'd notice certain words being said in her house... Grinning a little at the comparison, he followed Quinn back into his room, closing the door behind them softly. "Of course," he said, smiling faintly. While he loved the thought of Quinn wearing his clothes, he was a little sad to see him get dressed. Back in the bathroom he'd felt way to sick to appreciate his state of undress, and now it was too late.

"Because there's one thing having the door closed and locked, another is them knowing we're naked in the shower together," Quinn grinned when he was back inside of Dustin's room. There were definitely lines in the sand somewhere, Karen and Jared had a little talk with him before prom about it. It was pretty much what he'd expected though. Quinn tugged on a shirt and a pair of athletic shorts before going around and grabbing his tux. He made sure to keep his eyes on Dustin. It wasn't often he really got to see his boyfriend practically naked. When he finally had all his things gathered, he walked over to Dustin with a grin. "See you in a bit then?" he asked, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to Dustin's jaw, just below his ear.

"We might just be trying to save water, doesn't mean anything inappropriate is going down," Dustin replied with a small smirk, leaning a bit against his desk. He still felt a bit nauseous, but it wasn't as bad as it had been when he'd woken up. He'd probably thrown up every single bit of burger and milkshake and alcohol left in his stomach. "See you," Dustin said, closing his eyes Quinn's lips met the space below his ear. For a moment he wished he could give him a real kiss, but he hadn't yet brushed his teeth and probably tasted disgusting. "I won't make you wait long," he said, wrapping his arms around him for a bit, reluctant to let him go.

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