"I'll pay you," Dustyn says brightly. "I'll pay you to stay home, play games and look sexy. You'll be my little sugar baby!". Dustyn giggles and holds Dallas tighter from behind. Something about the idea of Dallas being a sugar baby tickles him; one - because Dallas is actually older and two - it's hilarious that he can actually reenact his Sugarless show in real life. It pays to be an overworked pop star...sometimes. "Maybe you could make your own game one day? Or be the voice of a character? You've got a real sexy voice," Dustyn says, totally seriously. He'd love for Dallas to do something like that as he's clearly very into gaming. Dustyn raises an eyebrow at the mention of Dallas' gamertag and peers over, looking down at his husband's goods. "Mutant, yeah? Is that 'cause of this..." Dustyn asks, reaching over and gently running his fingertip over Dallas' circumcision scar. He giggles and gives Dallas a big kiss on the cheek, just to reiterate that it's a joke. He loves it and wouldn't want to make him feel bad for even a second. "Ah, you Americans play such dangerous games from right out of the womb, huh?" Dustyn grins and closes his eyes, resting his head back on Dallas' shoulder. Sure, he still needs to pee, but he's too comfy and still real tired.

"Sugar gliders are so cute! Mandy Williams has one...or had. I don't know how long they live. Don't think one would last long in our house. Koa likes to grab things now and I'm sure the cats would make short work of the poor thing." Dustyn loves his kitties but he knows fine well that they can be evil bastards given the opportunity. Fifi ripped one of his Madonna posters. Heartless. "Aw, you can drop crumbs...in the sink..." Dustyn says with a soft but forced smile. He's a bit of a princess and doesn't like mess. Unless he's drunk, then he doesn't give a shit. "I can imagine you in one of those Fallout games. A big strapping soldier." While Dustyn does think it's a great avenue for his husband to pursue, this is more so just Dustyn having a thing for the Brotherhood. He'd willingly let Danse destroy him in many ways. "OnlyFans? No way. There isn't a price tag big enough for you and your...content." Dustyn giggles and gives him a kiss on the back of the neck. "Last time Weekend were in Texas, one of those God Hates Fags groups turned up outside our show...and the fans sent them running for the hills." Totally unrelated to being circumcised with rifles but Texas came up and it made him think of the story. Ah, the South.

Dustyn groans and looks over at the clock. Still way too early. "How about we just write this day off? I can cancel my studio session and we can just spend the day together. Can even have all our food delivered today. How does that sound?" Dustyn asks, giving his husband a kiss while obviously having a feel of the beard.

"Haven't seen Mandy in years. We used to be real close. It was her who introduced me to Fuck Face." He shall not be named in this house, especially in the bedroom. "After a mentally abusive relationship with someone's cousin...you tend to drift." Dustyn giggles, able to laugh now but back then it was like living in Hell and going to bed with Satan. Dallas has only recently really seen exactly how Blake can be due to his heavy TV presence this year. Before that, it was only Dustyn's stories he had to go by. Dustyn tuts and shakes his head when Dallas describes himself as feeble. "Nonsense! You're big and strong!" he says, grabbing at his husband's upper arms. In all honesty, most people are strong compared to Dustyn. The guy seems almost weightless. He's the human equivalent of cotton candy. "I'd do an OnlyFans thing with you but only if the money was going to charity and it was tasteful stuff. I'm not bending over or getting my head out. No pink shall be shown. I'm classy." Dustyn finds nudity funny and will willingly strip off but unlike Billy, there's a limit to what he'll show. Some stuff is far too intimate and for Dallas' eyes only. "I don't know. I hope it was the real deal. We're Weekend. We deserve the original, authentic hate group. We don't deal with knockoffs. We're not The Zone."

"I have actually been called Yoko several times. She also randomly followed me on Twitter. Juneau fans must think we're conspiring!" Dustyn laughs and kisses Dallas as they lay down. It used to bother him at first but he just laughs it off now. His love for his husband supersedes any troll comments. "Yeah, I have noticed you do like dunking some beef." Dustyn winks and then lets out a groan before sitting back up. "Ugh, OK before I get comfortable again, I really need to go wee. You need anything while I'm up?" Dustyn begrudgingly gets out of bed, giving Dallas a nice view of his bare bum.

ooc: Meat Week? Don't be so FOUL!! Also, while in the city centre, I saw a woman who looked like Gretchen, a guy that looked like Dallas and a young lad who looked like Beau from Public Warning. Doppelgangers are taking over Glasgow.

"If it helps, Billy and I introduced her to Deneil when we were all out for a meal one night. I think we're even." Dustyn giggles as he recollects it all. Dustyn and Mandy won't go down in history as the best matchmakers. Oscar might be Cupid in disguise, however. If he wasn't a fan of Juneau, Dustyn might have not clapped eyes on Dallas and wanted a piece of that. "You do have big thumbs," Dustyn says, putting his hand besides his husband's to compare. Again, Dustyn just has rather small and delicate hands. He wiggles his ring finger, showing off his wedding band. "Look at that punk pop moneyyyyy!". OnlyFans money could probably pay for great jewellery too. What some of these people are charging for a flash of skin is astounding. Google is free, lads. Dustyn moves a leg out of the covers to show his bare foot, which again is very cute and small. "No smelly feet here! Glad you like mine. They're one of my tingly spots." Dustyn winks knowingly at Dallas. His hubby is all too familiar with the areas that make Dusty melt like butter. "You said that, not me..." Dustyn says with a giggle and gives Dallas a nudge after the rip off comment.

Dustyn shakes his butt for Dallas and enjoys the little pinches. "Ooooh!! That's brightened up my morning..." he says, leaving the room, full moon still on display.

A while later, Dustyn returns to the bedroom gingerly holding a cup of tea in each hand. "Made you some tea...and I'm counting my blessings that there wasn't a rouge cat in the hall," Dustyn says with a nod down towards his swinging third leg. It's soft but still WOW. He places Dallas' cup next to him on the bedside table and kisses him on the forehead. "So, tell me about the video game you were playing this morning. You doing well on it?" Dustyn asks with genuine interest, akin to how Dallas checks in on Dusty's music. His husband is clearly invested in gaming so it's also important to Dusty too.

Dustyn squeals and with cat-like reflexes, retracts his foot back under the covers after Dallas touches his sole. "Noooooo," he begs while laughing. He enjoys being tickled because he loves the laughing fit that comes along with it but he also simultaneously hates it due to how sensitive he is. He's an easy target for a tickle attack. "Fifi?! Oh sure, pick the kitty with the murder mittens to jump up and attack my danglies!" Fifi is the eldest and without a doubt the bitchiest of all the kitties. Her claws are like scythes and she's not afraid to use them. "Both of us know it. Love is a battlefield..." Dustyn sings in his incredible voice as soon as Dallas mentions the title of the game. It's very telling that Dustyn's mind goes immediately to a big 80's pop number than WWI. He's THAT campy and happy. "Yeah, games scare me. Some of them are fun to watch you play because they have great stories but actually playing them? I can't. I squeal and nearly break the controller every time someone tries to attack me. Now, I love horror movies and I've been in some real life horrifying situations but there's just something about video games that I find even scarier." Dustyn still has nightmares from the time Scott tried to get him to play Silent Hill 4. Nope. Fuck that with bells on. "Dallas...who did we fight in World War One? Mexico?" Dustyn asks, laying back down on the pillow and playing with his husband's hair. While he's not Lincoln or Eilidh levels of needing all sharp objects coated with plastic tips, he still has a few dim moments.

OOC: You're talking to a man who has played nothing but one game for all of 2020. You could hoodwink me on pretty much anything regarding games anyway haha

"I don't get the whole tickling fetish thing. Whatever happened to just good, old-fashioned sodomy, huh?" Dustyn shakes his head in the manner of an old man who "doesn't get" the youth of today. Back in Dustyn's day you'd simply bend over and focus on your breathing. None of this tickling, dressing up or weeing nonsense. "Actually..." Dustyn begins, bringing his feet out the blanket again. "If you want to play with them, I'd appreciate a nice massage. They're quite sore. I had a hard day of being Irish yesterday." Dustyn's starting to empathise with how Mercedes Payne must be feeling on the regular. Exhausted isn't the word. "Weekend danglies? They'd be flying off the shelves! Now there's an image." Dustyn pauses for a minute and then shivers at the thoughts he conjured up. Nasty. "Aw, I love when you sing!" Dustyn beams and strokes his husband's beard after his short rendition of the early 80's hit. He's always loved Dallas' voice and has never wanted to stifle it, regardless of what some Juneau nuts think.

Dustyn ponders, thinking about his fear of video games. Honestly, he finds them more disturbing than anything...besides Cher in thigh high boots. "I think it's because...you're in control of the character so it's like the scary stuff is happening to you but because you're limited to where you can go in a game or what buttons to press, there's a high chance you're going to fail and get killed. I don't like roleplaying out being violently killed." Dustyn is more of a Hello Kitty: Big City Dreams on Nintendo DS type of gamer than anything. "Germany again?! Well, I guess that's why they haven't tried since. Getting your arse handed to you in two consecutive wars. Losers." Dustyn chuckles and feels that little bit smarter with the knowledge. One thing about Dallas is that he's never made Dustyn feel stupid which can't be said for his exes. Granted, Dusty has "dim" moments but he's not stupid. Being on the autism spectrum, his mind and attention span is just different. It's not that he doesn't understand things, he just has issues with retaining the information. His mind wanders. "I love you," he says with a sweet smile.

OOC: Filth! I'd never be by the pool with my danglies....I can't swim.

Dustyn shifts around on the bed and places his feet on Dallas' lap, careful not to get too close to his husband's danglies and cause an injury. Although the temptation gently press a toe into his squishies is almost unbearable. "Sodomy. Such a wonderful yet horrible word. Sounds like something you'd spend life in prison for. That was some damn good sodomising you were doing last night," Dustyn says with a cheeky wink, simultaneously joking around while being serious. They really did have a great session last night. That video game really had Dallas ragingly excited. "They aren't potato squishers, they're too cute for that!" Dustyn says with a chuckle, folding his arms and wiggling his cute toes. "Dustyn Blue barefoot isn't one of my top searched Google terms for nothing!" Dustyn gives a proud nod. Sometimes Googling his name is hilarious. Other times...not so much. "Dallas, I think we'd all get charged and put on some sort of list if we had cartoon versions of us telling people to put our danglies in their mouths!" Dustyn laughs at the thought. Although, there have been weirder animated things out there. Some of those Pokémon things are highly questionable. Dustyn just gives a soft smile after Dallas makes a remark about leaving the singing to the professionals. While he adores his husband's voice, he knows that he left the industry for a reason and doesn't want to pester him about singing.

"We should totally play a game like that together. I'll take my brave pills beforehand." Dustyn winks, totally referencing some naughty substance intake. Oh come on, it's summer, people! "Seriously though. Like, you could do all the fighting and scary stuff and I'll help look for the clues and hidden stuff." Dustyn is more of a visual learner and has wonderful attention to detail. He should never be underestimated. He picks up on things not many others would. Dustyn would certainly unlock a lot of game secrets and rare achievements if he played more. It pays to be wired different. "Yeah...thank God I'm not German..." Dustyn says with shifty eyes, realising that he's blonde and blue eyed.