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Feb 6 — Inferno

Dustjim

CW: nsfw, lap dancing, semi public sex

Dustin leans against the bar, his sleeve immediately soaking in god knows what — maybe beer, maybe condensation if he’s lucky. It’s yet another shitty part of an already shitty night and he shakes it off with a huff as the guy sitting two stools down glances over.

He looks out of sorts, shoulders high like he doesn’t want to be noticed, dressed far too casually for a strip club. Dustin wonders how he even got in.

“What a shithole, huh?” Dustin says, a master of small talk, and the man looks over at him with a bored expression.

“I work here.”

Oh, Dustin thinks, feeling like a real dweeb. “Cool,” he says, which is somehow even worse.

The guy must be a bartender or something. Maybe just stopped by for a drink and his paycheck.

Dustin stares forward, not ready to make another mistake, his focus on the bottles lining the back of the bar, reading the labels and processing none of them.

“You here for a boys’ night out?” the man asks and Dustin glances over, unable to hide the surprise in his expression at the fact that this guy apparently wants to continue the conversation.

“Uh,” Dustin says, the height of wit, “something like that. Bachelor party.”

The guy nods. “Makes sense. Not yours, though. You look like you’d rather be elsewhere.”

“I’m that obvious, huh?” Dustin jokes and the man smiles, teeth bright and straight. “It’s for my soon-to-be brother-in-law.”

“You’re not having fun here?”

“Depends on your definition.”

The guy smiles again. “Half naked women aren’t included in that?”

“They are, just not when it simultaneously makes my wallet lighter.”

The man tips his head in understanding. “They’re good at that. You’re in the wrong place for freebies.”

“You work here,” Dustin tries, “don’t you have like a coupon I could use?”

The guy thankfully understands that it’s just a joke, laughing like it’s caught him off guard. It’s a weird laugh, not that Dustin has room to judge, but it’s — unique.

“Funny guy,” the man says, tapping idly at the bartop.

“It’s all I’ve got going for me,” Dustin says with a wry smile and the guy laughs again.

“Here you go,” a voice says loudly beside Dustin, startling him embarrassingly, and he turns to find the bartender nudging three beers toward him.

He glances at the guy and then reaches for his wallet, tossing a twenty onto the counter and gesturing that the bartender can keep the change, solely because he doesn’t have enough hands nor energy to deal with it.

Carefully, he gathers up the drinks and tips his head at the man he’d been talking to.

“Have a good shift,” he says awkwardly, “if, y’know, you’re working tonight.”

Dustin doesn’t wait for a response. He’s already ruined any chance of seeming cool, and he can only fit so much of his foot in his mouth at once.

He turns away, tail tucked, ready to drown himself in alcohol and women he can’t afford.

“Hey, Sweetheart,” someone purrs over Dustin’s shoulder. “You’ve been requested in the private rooms.”

Dustin chokes on his drink and glances over. “What?”

“Someone bought you a dance, Darling,” she says. “Want to join me in the back?”

Dustin’s alone for the moment, the others distracted — perhaps the only reason she’s wandered over — and Dustin sets his drink down. He’s most of the way drunk now and following her almost seems like a good idea. It might actually make his night a little better.

“Someone bought it for me?” he asks and she nods with a smile. “Who?”

Her grin widens. “Sorry, Baby, that’s confidential.”

He doubts it, but isn’t sober enough to argue. Instead, he lets his gaze trail down her body, definitely not subtle, though she doesn’t complain. He would be more than happy to receive a free dance from her.

“Yeah, okay,” he agrees. “I’ll take it.”

The private rooms are exactly that — private.

The music from the rest of the club is just a distant thud and Dustin buzzes with a strange kind of energy — a mix of anticipation and the fact that he’s never been able to afford being in a private room in his life.

“Here we go, Darling,” the woman says, gesturing to one of the closed doors and Dustin draws up short. “Go get yourself comfortable.”

Dustin nods, palms already sweating as he reaches for the door handle. She pats his shoulder and he watches her as he steps into the room, but then weirdly, she’s pulling the door shut behind him, her on the other side.

“Wha — ?” he starts, glancing over his shoulder and yelping as he realizes he’s not alone. “Jesus!”

“Not Jesus,” the man says with a grin. “Jim.”

It’s the man from the bar, the one who’d said he worked at the club, but Dustin had never believed — he’d never suspected he was a dancer. He looks different now, no longer in his casual clothes. He’s wearing more fishnet than Dustin knows what to do with — a shirt that’s see-through and showing off a set of abs that Dustin can only dream about having, stockings that only make it halfway up his thighs. Paired with the tiniest of daisy dukes, it’s a combo that has Dustin stumbling over his words.

“Did I — am I in the wrong room?” he asks, glancing around, but it’s just them and an armchair that’s probably seen too much over its lifetime.

The man — Jim, apparently, which might be his real name because Dustin’s never met any other exotic dancers called Jim — shakes his head and offers a smile.

“Heard you were having a bad night,” he tells Dustin. “Thought I’d try to make it better. Unless you’d rather something from someone else. Maybe Abigail?”

He gestures toward the door with his head and Dustin’s going to assume that the lady who’d led him back there is Abigail.

He watches Jim for a long moment, silent, though not necessarily on purpose. He’s still feeling stunned by the whiplash. He doesn’t know what he can say.

“I won’t be offended if I’ve read the room wrong,” Jim says and Dustin finally finds enough brainpower to shake his head.

“No, I — you just took me by surprise.”

The corner of Jim’s mouth curls up and Dustin’s stomach flips.

“How does this work?” Dustin asks, and Jim’s head tilts in clear interest.

Jim takes a step closer to the chair in the middle of the room and touches the back of it.

“You wanna come take a seat over here?” Jim asks. “I’ll try my best to make your night better.”

Dustin swallows, mouth suddenly a lot drier, but he nods and takes two unsteady steps forward, carefully easing himself down into the seat and staring up at Jim, who smiles softly at him.

“What do you want me to call you?” Jim asks and Dustin wipes his sweaty palms on his thighs.

“My name’s Dustin. You can just call me that,” he says and Jim nods.

“Hi, Dustin,” he replies with another smile and it feels like Dustin blacks out for a moment because suddenly there’s a gentle beat of music in the room and Jim’s crowding closer, almost straddling Dustin’s thighs.

Dustin drops his hands to the edge of the seat cushion and grips it for all he’s worth. He knows he’s not allowed to touch Jim, so it’s best to remove the temptation.

Obviously, Dustin doesn’t know Jim. Doesn’t know what he does for fun when he’s not working, doesn’t know what makes him laugh — apart from cheesy jokes at a bar — but the way Jim watches him as he moves against him makes Dustin want to find out.

“You’re tense,” Jim murmurs, face close to Dustin’s ear, hips moving tantalizingly.

All Dustin can do is nod. He sure as fuck is.

With his hands on Dustin’s shoulders, Jim eases Dustin backward, forcing him to slouch into the armchair, his spine no longer ramrod straight.

“That’s it,” Jim encourages and Dustin’s dick twitches, his face flushing, and he just hopes it’s dark enough that Jim can’t see.

Dustin’s chest feels tight and hot, like there’s an inferno spreading through his body.

Jim bites his own bottom lip and watches him, grinding forward and — fuck — Jim’s actually hard. He can feel him through the tiny shorts and Dustin didn’t know that was a thing. Maybe Jim took a viagra before Dustin arrived, because it’s not like Jim would actually be interested in him. But then again Dustin doesn’t have much experience with strip clubs.

If Dustin had his way, he’d get his hands on Jim’s hips and pull him right down into his lap.

His knuckles ache from gripping the seat cushion.

Jim slips away, off of Dustin’s lap for just a moment before he instead turns and grinds backward against him, and Dustin wants to put his hands on Jim’s waist, to feel the warmth of his skin.

“Is your night improving?” Jim asks, glancing over his shoulder at him, and all Dustin can do again is nod, face burning, tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth.

Jim smells like hair gel and an oaky kind of deodorant that clings to the inside of Dustin’s nose. He’s so close it’s probably rubbing off against Dustin’s clothes and he’ll go home smelling like Jim and poor decisions.

Jim leans back, body pressed flush against Dustin’s. There’s no way he can’t feel that Dustin is very interested in him, but then Jim tips his head back, mouth close to Dustin’s ear.

“You’re less handsy than the others,” he says, a weird kind of compliment.

Dustin swallows, trying to get moisture back in his mouth.

“Thought it was polite,” Dustin tells him, which feels like a funny thing to say when Jim’s grinding against his hard dick through their clothes.

“You can put your hands on me,” Jim says mildly and Dustin lifts one hand just enough to point at the sign by the door.

“The sign says not to.”

Jim turns around to face him again, perched delicately on Dustin’s thighs, looking like the kind of person Dustin would love to ruin. He holds Dustin’s gaze, his eyes a dark, piercing blue.

“And I’m telling you to put your fucking hands on me.”

Jim’s face looks as flushed as Dustin’s own feels, but he looks serious and Dustin lets out a shuddering breath.

“Yeah, yep, sure,” he agrees, immediately sliding his hands up Jim’s thighs, enjoying how smooth they are under the fishnets.

His fingers briefly tease at the hem of his shorts and then he slips his palms around to Jim’s ass, pulling him closer. Jim’s expression shifts as though pleased with the change and he dips down, fingers suddenly in Dustin’s hair, pulling his head back gently, hovering above him.

“Please tell me you’re single,” Jim says, and Dustin definitely doesn’t think he’s getting the typical strip club experience.

“Embarrassingly single,” Dustin agrees and Jim leans the rest of the way in to kiss him.

Dustin can’t stop the noise that escapes him, but Jim swallows it down. His mouth is warm and wet and Dustin can’t get enough.

When Jim pulls back, his lips are reddened and his eyes are heavy.

“We’re not really supposed to — ” he starts, and doesn’t finish the sentence, but Dustin can fill in the blanks.

His experience is one of a kind.

Jim shifts in Dustin’s lap and Dustin tightens his grip, guiding Jim as he rolls his hips, giving them both much needed pressure against their dicks.

“You’re really fucking hot,” Jim tells him and Dustin’s too stunned to reply. He’s just a guy. But apparently Jim’s super into that.

To make a point, Dustin slides a hand up Jim’s stomach, thumbing at his abs and making Jim groan.

“If I thought we could sneak out of here without anyone noticing, I’d let you come across them,” Jim says and Dustin doesn’t stand a chance.

The next time Jim grinds down against him, he comes, his whole body feeling electrified, head tipping back as he stares at the ceiling, the post-nut regret hitting hard and fast and without mercy.

“Holy fuck,” Dustin grits out and Jim mouths at his jaw and murmurs things like yeah, and god, and that’s so hot, Dustin.

The inside of Dustin’s slacks are a mess and he has no idea how he’s going to get through the rest of the night with cold come all over his cock. He’s going to have to shower the second he’s home if he wants to try to get it out of his pubes.

“Fuck, Jim,” he pants and Jim nods.

“Yeah, that’s the point,” he says, but then he’s tensing up against Dustin, shuddering and clutching at Dustin’s back as though he wants to somehow get even closer, maybe just straight up crawl inside him.

Just as suddenly, he slumps forward, face tucked against Dustin’s throat as he breathes heavily, smelling like a mix of alcohol and minty gum.

Dustin suspects they’ve broken a lot of rules and made more of a mess than anyone rightfully should, but he’s not sure he’d change anything about it.

“Fuck,” Jim exhales after a long moment before finally sitting up to meet Dustin’s gaze.

His face is still flushed, mouth still red, but his eyes are bright with the kind of happiness Dustin doesn’t really understand.

Slowly, Jim leans in, eyes open as he seems to gauge Dustin’s reaction — perhaps expecting him to pull away now that they’ve both finished — but Dustin presses forward to meet him, kissing him gently.

“Y’know, I don’t usually have this much fun,” Jim admits as he pulls back, when Dustin’s lips are starting to tingle. “Can I buy you a drink sometime?”

It takes a moment for the words to process in Dustin’s mind, but eventually he smiles and nods, hands very briefly squeezing at Jim’s waist.

“I’d like that,” he says, and supposes perhaps the night hasn’t been that bad after all.

#jo does feb fic fest #dustjim #went overboard with this one #but i've been threatening to write this au for a long while since grac drew it #and now i am free #fic

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babydarkstar · 2 months

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honestly no wonder harrow forced ianthe to lobotomize her so she could save gideon. listen…LISTEN…if i was a secret-war-crime cult nunlet princess worshipped by my entire planet and the only person that (barely) kept me in check was my childhood nemesis—a butch a year older than me, towering over me in stature and physical prowess, and so hot it made my teeth hurt from how hard my jaw clenched in her presence, who wielded a two-handed seven-foot sword and had irritatingly huge biceps and told very lewd stupid jokes and also learned how to wield an entirely new weapon and be my bodyguard with startling accuracy in three months—only to have us finally learn to trust each other because we got invited to a magic murder mystery and then before the bubble burst i spilled the worst secret about myself that i was born because my parents murdered an entire generation and tried to Kill Her along with them and she just wouldnt die, and i told her this expecting a swift death i believed i deserved, only for her to fucking cradle me in her big butch arms and kiss me on my forehead with her soft butch mouth and just. forgive me for a shameful weight ive carried my entire life and then MAKE AN ACTUAL NECRO/CAV VOW with me despite every evil thing i have done to her……to have her tell me, in the end, bleeding and broken after putting up the most beautiful and glorious fight of her life, that she understands purpose and she understands duty and she knows loyalty more fiercely than ever now, that she knows who she is to me, that there is no her without me….to have her backed into a corner and make the ultimate sacrifice…..for me…..to recite scriptural wedding vows of eternity to me in her last wisps of soul-consciousness…..if i thought there was even a snowflake’s chance in the pyre that i could save her by turning myself into her very own locked tomb, i’d be begging ianthe tridentweirdius to crack my skull open and turn me to mush too, goddamn. i understand you harrowhark girl you don’t have to explain a thing to me. god said you couldn’t undo the lyctor’s bond bc it’d kill you. you told god and his angels that not even a lyctor’s bond could outshine the power of female spite and lesbianism and they didn’t listen. they didn’t believe you. but i heard you loud and clear and i was 17 and hormonal and hopelessly romantic not too long ago unlike those fucking dinosaurs and i’m saying it’s valid it’s what i would have done and really everyone should be thanking you for not being worse and more wretched about it, all things considered

#i think about gideon nav every day #she makes me want to eat drywall #shes so jesus shes so her own thing shes so god and savior It Is Finished divinity of love and sacrifice #honestly so much of harrow is so so relatable to me shes so real for everything she does #her little griddlehark meetcute au her little divine highness au #ive already waxed poetic about the harrow nova au #sorry to keep waxing poetic about this but i really am rotted about them #like im going insane. tamsyn muir when i get you tamsyn when i catch you #griddlehark #tlt spoilers #harrowhark nonagesimus #i am you as you are me we are one and two and two and one #i cannot conceive of a universe without you.#should i forget you let my right hand also be forgotten; add more also. if aught but death part me and thee.#I FELL INTO THE WATER AND NOW IM FREE

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