Joe Mazzello Imagines

Get Back to Work - Dustin Moskovits

"Mark, what do you want? It's 1 in the morning." I groan as I answer my phone. "I was sleeping."

"Y/N, get your ass over here. I need your help programming a website. Well, actually I have Eduardo and Dustin helping too, but I need everyone." Mark quickly says, barely taking a breath.

"Okay. Okay. Give me sometime to get dressed. I'll be there in 15 minutes."

"That's preposterous. It only takes you 5 minutes to get here. It shouldn't take you 10 minutes to get ready."

"Fine, Mark. I'll be there in 10 minutes." After that he hangs up, leaving me to drag myself out of bed with a groan. How Mark and I even became friends, I have no idea, but right now I am regretting it so much.

After quickly getting changed, I make my way over to his room and knock on the door before letting myself in like I usually do.

"You're a minute late." Mark says, not looking up from his computer.

"Hello, Y/N. Thank you for taking your time in coming over here to help me out. And I'm sorry for waking you up." I sarcastically say as I move further into his room where his other friends are seated, but I don't get a reply. I roll my eyes.

"You look like you could use a drink." Says one of the guys with red hair, pouring a cup of what looks like straight vodka before holding it out for me with a cute smile.

"Fuck yes. Thank you." I say gratefully, walking over to take it out of his hand and sit beside him.

"I'm Dustin." He says, holding out his hand while I take a large gulp of burning alcohol.

"Y/N." I say after swallowing, taking hold of his hand and giving it a shake.

"Ahh, so you're going to be my partner in crime for this." He says moving his body to face me which also causes our legs to touch, but I can't help but look at him confused.

"Partner in crime? For what? I'm sorry, but Mark, what's going on here?" I ask loudly so Mark can hear too.

"We're creating an website." Mark starts, still not taking his eyes off the computer. "Y/N and Dustin, I want you two to work together on the programming. Now get to work." Well, he hardly gave me any new information.

"You heard the boss, lets get to work." Dustin stands up with the bottle of alcohol before looking down at me with a smile. "Don't worry, Y/N, I'll fill you in." Well, at least someone will.

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Dustin and I have actually been working really well together throughout the creation of Facebook. Even when we don't exactly agree on something and would end up fighting about it, we would never leave until at least the conflict was resolved or we came up with a compromise. I have to admit that we compliment each other quite well. He's helped to bring me out of my shell, while I've also helped him by constantly challenging him. We honestly make up a really good team which I thought would never actually happen.

But the bigger surprise was not my relationship with Dustin, it was with how well the website, Facebook was doing. Dustin and I have been working long days and nights to try and finish it. We used to even have fun on our breaks, seeing as we have a pool in the back yard. But after Sean teamed up with us, the demand on Dustin and I has been worse. While everyone else gets to go to parties or throw parties at our place, we never get to join them as we're always told to 'get back to work'. Sometimes I just want Sean to be punched in the face with a metal chair thrown by the hulk.

But at least Dustin and I have the company of one another. While we were close before, we've grown even closer now seeing as we only see each other in our days. But every single time I see him trying to flirt with one of the girls who stumble into our working room during a party, I can't help but feel a little jealous, but he doesn't need to know that.

Tonight was one of those nights, though, and something in me just snapped. "Why do you always do that?" I ask as the girls close the door behind them.

"Do what?" He turns his head towards me, swinging back and forth in his swivel chair.

"You know, flirt with every girl who comes in here."

"What, are you jealous or something?"

"Really? Your playing that card?" Even though that card was spot on with the truth. I raise my eyebrows at him, but he just laughs.

"I'm just messing with you, Y/N/N." He sighs as it goes silent. "They aren't my type. I just flirt with them because what else am I going to do?" I study him for a second.

"That's not the only reason. If they aren't your type then why do you flirt with them?" I ask and I can see him starting to grow defensive.

"Well, I'm not going to flirt with the girl I really want to flirt with, now am I?"

"Why not?"

"Because do you know how awkward it would be if I tried to flirt with you, especially with how much I really like you?" Me? He wants to flirt with me? He likes me? I can feel my heart thud in my chest with his admission but he freezes, and a look of mortification crosses his face. "I-I mean. I mean that I..."

"Dustin, be quiet for a second, will you?" I interrupt his stuttering and crash my lips against his, surprising him. It's not long before he melts into the kiss and winds his arms around my waist, bringing me closer so that I can straddle his waist. As the kiss gets heated, I weave my fingers through his hair, pulling the ends of it a little, causing him to let out a deep moan. Hearing his reaction and wanting to hear it again, I start to slowly roll my hips, grinding against him, emitting another heavenly moan. He moves his arms away slowly so that his hands are moving under my top and touching my lower back, making me moan and arch forward into him. As he slowly starts to slide his hands up to take my shirt off, leaving goose bumps in his wake, the door slams open, making Dustin and I pull apart to look at the intruder. And who should it bloody well be but Sean.

"Not like I don't like what's going on here, but do that in your own time. Get back to work." Just as quickly as he came, Sean left, slamming the door behind him.

"You know, I really hate that guy." I breath out, looking back at Dustin.

"You and me both." He says with a smile, before leaning in to kiss me again.