fic: Just a Life Story and No Climax (The Pornstar AU) | The Social Network | Part 1/5

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The Social Network
Mark/Eduardo, Mark/Other (minor), Eduardo/Other (minor)
NC-17
56,500 words
Warnings
Mark and Eduardo are porn stars who meet and bond over fucking machines. If nothing about that sentence scares you off, you should be safe with this fic.
Notes
Written for this prompt on the kink meme. Wherein fucking machines turned into pornstars turned into cats and other inadvisable things. Credit for title goes to very helpful nonny on the kink meme, whoever you are! ♥



Dustin is straight and films for the gay porn department of the studio. Mark wasn't sure how that worked, until Dustin explained that he got paid better doing gay porn and all he did was jack off films.

"Better deal," Mark had said, understanding.

"If you're willing to put up with all the dicks," Dustin had said, and then laughed at his own pun for way too long.

Mark has been friends with him ever since.

They don't watch each other work or check out each other's stuff, because that would be weird. Mark actually doesn't watch that much porn, anyway, and Dustin points out - more often than was strictly necessary, at the beginning - that he doesn't watch any porn Mark would be likely to show up in.

"I've got to say," Dustin says. "This may be the first time I've been tempted, though. You and fucking machines, that's a ten on the what-the-fuck scale. I might be willing to put up with your face and your dick being on my screen just to say I've had the experience."

"It's not that bizarre," Mark says. "You make it sound like tentacle porn."

"I like tentacle porn!" Dustin protests, then waves cheerily at a couple of be-robed girls passing them. They give him an odd look and scurry a little faster down the hall. "See," Dustin sighs, looking after them. "If I were willing to make half as much, I could be doing them in half an hour."

"It's more effort," Mark says.

"Well, you'd know," Dustin says.

Mark ignores him. Dustin still hasn't let go of the threesome/double penetration - not Mark, fuck no - he did a couple of months ago. Mark actually factored in the fact that Dustin would have a new topic to make fun of Mark over when he was deciding whether to take this role.

"Breasts, though," Dustin sighs.

He follows Mark into the dressing room and complains about seeing his pasty white ass as Mark changes into the grey t-shirt and black track pants that are his costume for this scene. It's about high school athletes who find fucking machines in the school gym and decide to play gay chicken with getting fucked up the ass as many times as possible or something.

Mark will never get over just how stupid some of this shit is. But beggars can't be choosers, and they'd been a little wary about letting him branch out into the more…technologically-oriented films as it was; Mark hadn't been sure he'd be given another chance at trying this if he turned it down.

Dustin hides his face while Mark gets the lube out and fingers himself open. It only takes a minute or so, he's just trying to make sure he's a little wet, and Dustin talks loud and fast the whole time, probably trying to distract himself from what Mark's doing.

"Anyone you know?" Dustin asks him as they wander out onto the edges of the set.

Mark shakes his head. Dustin has only been around a little longer than Mark, but he actually talks to and gets to know people. He hasn't given up on convincing Mark to do the same yet, so he always tells Mark things about his coworkers, even things Mark wouldn't ever want to know.

"The pretty one," Dustin says. "He's your costar for this one."

Mark rolls his eyes, starts to ask which pretty one, because they're at a porn studio: the twinks are pretty, the dicks are hard, the industry is skeezy. A little specificity is usually warranted. Then he actually looks where Dustin's pointing, in the corner of the room, and okay, yes, the pretty one is probably an accurate enough descriptor.

Mark recognizes him. "Oh," he says.

"Aw," Dustin says. "Maybe you will like this job after all."

"Fuck off," Mark tells him.

The director or some staffer or somebody calls for everyone to start getting ready. Dustin waggles his eyebrows at Mark, says, "That's my cue! Have fun, honey!" He kisses Mark on the cheek - there was a reason it took a while for Mark to believe the claim about being straight - and heads out of the studio.

Mark reaches down and adjusts his dick - track pants suck without underwear, he's discovering, his crotch feels damp - and meanders closer to the edge of the set.

He's just started trying to peer closely at the machines - he can't even tell how one of them is supposed to work, and he wants to go over and poke around at it, but they've got techs for that who would probably bite his metaphorical head off - when his soon-to-be-costar decides to introduce himself.

"Hey," he says to Mark, stopping a few feet away.

Mark glances over at him. "Hello."

"You're the other actor, right?" the guy asks.

Mark says, "No, I dress like this all the time."

The guy, rather than get offended, laughs. Mark approves. It never bodes well when they can't handle his personality even before everyone's dicks come out. "These pants are awful, aren't they?"

Mark shrugs.

"It's nice to meet you," pretty guy says. "I'm Eduardo."

"You're the virgin," Mark says.

The guy's face does something interesting. "I-usually I play one, I guess, yeah. A lot of us do."

Mark shrugs. He doesn't, not really - apparently most people don't buy it on him or something.

"You're…?" the guy says.

"Mark," Mark says.

"Oh," the guy says. "Real name?"

"Yeah," Mark says. "You, too."

"Yes," Eduardo says. He smiles, and Mark almost smiles back before he catches himself, the guy is that good. "I always forgot the fake name, and eventually I had to give it up."

Mark nods again.

"So they told me you haven't done this before," Eduardo says.

"I've been doing porn for four years," Mark says flatly. Eduardo's source is clearly not as well informed as Dustin.

"No, sorry, I meant the machines," Eduardo says. "They said this was your first time on them."

"Yes," Mark admits. He doesn't see why it matters, but there's no point lying about it anyway.

"I've only done it a couple of times before," Eduardo says. "I like it."

"Glad to hear it," Mark says.

"Are you nervous?" Eduardo asks.

"No," Mark answers honestly. He doesn't really expect to be all that impressed. Getting done up the ass has never done much more for him than for any other guy.
"It's just getting fucked."

Eduardo laughs. "I think it's a little different."

Mark shrugs.

"Are you always this standoffish?" Eduardo asks.

Mark glares at him. "Are you always this annoying?"

"I'm just trying to be friendly," Eduardo says, raising his hands placatingly. Annoyingly enough, he seems to be sincere. "I thought you might want to know what it's like."

"I'll find out soon," Mark says.

"I know," Eduardo says. "But, you know, if you had questions, I would try to answer them. They usually put new people with more experienced ones, I think, though I did it on my own the first time. I'm a last minute addition today. I think you were originally supposed to be working with some guy called Roger, but he had to back out at the last minute."

Mark snorts.

"Oh, do you know him?" Eduardo asks.

"We worked together a while ago," Mark says vaguely.

They did. Roger had been the third guy Mark ever fucked, and the first one on film. It had been fine; Roger was requisitely good-looking, and he listened to the director, and he and Mark got their scenes done with the minimum amount of fuss. However, he was a dick. Afterward, he'd tried to pick Mark up, and when Mark told him to fuck off, he'd cornered him against a wall and told him he'd be happy to use a little force, if that was what Mark liked.

Mark had agreed to go out for a drink, and when Roger took him back to his apartment that night, Mark bit his dick while going down on him. Roger hadn't been able to work for a month after, and he's avoided Mark ever since.

The director - a guy named Frank Grams, Mark likes him because he's an asshole but he's honest about it - calls them onto set and makes them repeat their few and very shitty lines, then waits for the techs to give everyone the go-ahead.

Permission granted, Mark tunes out the filming and script. He says his lines by rote. Nobody ever expects much from porn anyway, and the studio knows to expect even less from him. Mark just tries to survive the mediocre "plot" until it gets to the fucking and orgasms part.

Eduardo, on the other hand. He's camp and ridiculous and making it hard for Mark to respect him as a person. He plays up the lines with a smile that's nothing like his real one. He's faking it as much as Mark is, but he's working at being believable. Mark almost wants to smack him over the head.

Mark is getting fucked first. He's just lost some off-screen bet and his forfeit is getting put on an exercise bench and letting Eduardo try the machine out on him. He peels his shirt off and then his pants, ignoring the urge to scrub a hand over his dick. He's hard, or hard enough, because walking onto set almost always gets him going; it's associated with a lot of pleasant memories and good orgasms, and he's been conditioned.

Eduardo's eyes flick down his body, cursory and probably too fast for the camera to catch, and then he looks at Mark. Mark settles himself onto the sticky leather bench on hands and knees, wiggles a little to make sure he's firmly planted, and then tilts his head back at Eduardo. Keep going.

There's one more crappy line about Mark's last chance to back out, and Mark gets to tell Eduardo to go fuck himself, and then Eduardo is taking the dildo attached to the long metal pole and guiding it forward. Mark can't see what he's doing without craning his head unattractively around, which he's not allowed to do.

The first touch of the dildo at his ass is cold. It's lubed up, and Mark's open enough, so he pushes himself backwards just enough to get the head inside. Eduardo takes the hint and keeps pushing, and Mark takes a deep breath and arches his back just enough to help. It goes all the way in on a long slow slide.

He clenches down on it when it's in, feels his breath speeding up a little. He's all the way hard now and he moves his hands and knees a little, testing the range of his motion with the toy inside him. Eduardo's got control of this scene, so he'll watch for Grams's cue to go on.

Eduardo's hand touches his hip, opposite where the cameras are so they probably won't catch it. Mark tilts his hips up and drops his head down, hoping that's enough of an answer.

The machine starts up and Mark twitches a little at the noise. The dildo pulls almost all the way out on the first stroke, and he shoves his hips back, afraid it will fall out. Eduardo grabs his hips and yanks him backwards.

When it pushes back in it feels like it goes in almost too far, and Mark makes a noise. Eduardo puts a hand on his back. "Okay?" he asks lowly.

"Unimpressive, so far," Mark grits out.

"Okay," Eduardo says. He turns the machine up.

Mark groans unintentionally. It's still deeper than he's used to, steady and pulsing, but he wiggles his hips, pressing down and trying to get the unsatisfying pressure to resolve.

Eduardo increases the speed again at the same time Mark gets the angle right. The indeterminate pressure resolves into a flash of heat up his spine, and Mark moans again. It comes out loud and shameless, and the dildo pushes back into him two, three times before he can bite the sound back.

And yeah, it's really nothing at all like regular sex. It's even and relentless and Mark settles his hands further apart, trying to keep himself to the right position. The speed goes up, fucking in with no space for breathing or adjusting in between. Mark never realized how much he moved and clenched while getting fucked, but now he can't do either. The dildo pushes into him whether he tightens around it or not, and every time he tries he shakes a little at the rough slide he gets.

It speeds up, and Eduardo's saying something - another line, Mark has completely forgotten the script, not that it matters - and one of Mark's hands, sweaty, slips. He tips on the bench, catching the edge, and yelps unintentionally.

Eduardo catches him, pressing against his shoulder. "Try not to fall off the bench," he murmurs, teasing, and Mark hisses out, "No shit," and hopes the mics didn't pick it up.

Eduardo crouches down by his head. He's been palming himself through the pants, there's a damp spot, and Mark watches him through half-shut eyes. "I'm going to keep turning it up," he says. "Unless you tell me to stop."

Mark nods sharply, chewing on his lip.

It does speed up, but more than that, the stroke length changes. It doesn't pull out as much anymore, and it slides short and heavy into him, leaving him no break at all. He gasps in a couple of breaths and gives up on staying upright, collapsing onto his elbows and hooking his fingers around the edge of the bench. The metal ridge underneath cuts into his fingers, grounding him, and he squeezes.

There are hands smoothing up and down his back, cool and reassuring. Mark tries to focus on them, on Eduardo, but he can't, and then Eduardo grabs his hips and pulls him back again. Mark scratches at the bench, trying to stay still, but Eduardo leans over and hisses, "You're being pushed forward, let me move you," and Mark relinquishes his grip.

The toy is an agonizing slide of pleasure inside him, even deeper now, heat and pressure and sparks from all the right places, and Mark digs his nails into the leather and he can't stop squirming. He so close already, fuck, this is embarrassing, he hasn't come this fast in years, but his whole body aches from tension and his dick is leaking, dropping wet spots onto the leather already wet with sweat and condensation.

Eduardo's hands come back, tracing down over his sides and to his nipples, squeezing and pinching. Mark grunts, because it never does much for him but he's so sensitive right now, all over. Eduardo licks the back of his neck and then one of his hands grab Mark's cock, squeezing tight.

Mark cries out and comes, spilling messy over Eduardo's fingers. His whole body shakes, and he locks his fingers tight around the sides of the bench.

Grams calls cut and a half hour break. Mark drops his head all the way onto the bench, unclenches his fingers, and decides not to move.

The dildo slows and slows before finally stopping, half in him. Mark clenches around it, and shudders out a breath, trying to stop panting. Then the dildo moves again, sliding all the way out of him. Mark moans, a little pathetically, and can't stop himself from tightening again, feeling shaky and messy and too open.

"Sorry," Eduardo says, a little tentatively. "I thought you'd want it out of you."

"Ugh," Mark says, closing his eyes again.

Eduardo sits on the bench by his head and his hand settles tentatively between Mark's shoulders. He's obviously hard in his track pants, and Mark is vaguely sympathetic to how gross that must feel.

"Are you going to be ready again in another half hour?" Eduardo asks after another couple of minutes, quietly.

Mark says, "I'll have to be, won't I?"

He waits for Eduardo to gloat, to tease him, but nothing ever comes. Eduardo just rubs his shoulders and sits with him.

"Why are you touching me?" Mark asks.

Eduardo's hand stills. "Do you want me to stop?"

"No," Mark says.

Eduardo laughs quietly and keeps rubbing. "I thought maybe you were going to go to sleep."

"No," Mark says. He takes a slow breath and stretches a little, straightening his legs out. His ass twinges, promising beginnings of soreness settling at the base of his spine.

Grams calls out a fifteen-minute warning, and Mark grunts a little and pushes himself up. He's thirsty, and he'll have to move for the next scene anyway. Better to peel himself off the bench without the cameras watching.

He wanders over to get a bottle of water. Eduardo pads along behind him. Mark twists the cap off and takes a few swallows. He holds the last gulp in his mouth and eyes Eduardo. Eduardo has his own unopened bottle of water in his hands, and he's watching Mark back.

"Don't you want a robe?" Eduardo asks after a moment, glancing down Mark's body.

Mark looks down at himself, too. His skin is cooler now but not too bad - the chill of the room feels good. His cock is going soft, but it's still red and sticky, curving down against his thigh. Mark swallows his now-warm mouthful of water. "No," he says.

Eduardo gives him a look.

Mark shrugs back at him.

"So what did you think?" Eduardo says, starting to smile a little slyly.

Mark says, "Humiliating."

"What?" Eduardo asks, face falling. "What do you mean?"

"I haven't come that fast in three years," Mark admits, grumbling.

"Oh," Eduardo says. He laughs. "No, I'm sorry, I'm not laughing at you."

Mark rolls his eyes.

"You lasted almost fifteen minutes," Eduardo says. "Better than me."

"Yeah?" Mark asks curiously.

"A little over eight," Eduardo admits, making a face. He may be blushing, but Mark isn't sure.

Mark hides his smile by taking another drink of water. "I'll have to see for myself," he says.

Eduardo looks horrified. "No, don't do that."

Mark blinks. "What?"

"I don't like it when people watch my porn," Eduardo says.

Mark stares at him. "What?"

"I tell everyone not to watch it," Eduardo explains, ducking his head.

"That's counterproductive," Mark says.

"Yeah," Eduardo says, twisting his mouth to the side. "Everyone watches it anyway, I think."

Well, Mark certainly would. "Why don't you want them to?" he asks.

"Because it's terrible," Eduardo says. "I'm bad. You shouldn't watch it."

Mark can't hide his smile this time.

"Time to go, guys," Grams hollers. The technicians and cleaners start vacating the set. "Come on, Zuckerberg, get your dick hard."

Mark gives him the finger and sets his bottle down. Grams gives him the finger back and starts lecturing one of the camera guys about something.

Mark resettles himself against the wall and drops a hand down to encircle his cock. It's still sensitive and he hisses a breath out between his teeth. He's never let that stop him before, though, so he strokes slowly.

One of the advantages of doing porn is the abundance of jerk off material. He licks his other palm and brings it down too, twisting them over his cock in the way that gets him up fastest. He thinks about half an hour ago, getting fucked hard, and how he can still feel it. His cock twitches, starting to fill again.

There's a quiet rustle from Eduardo's track pants, and Mark opens his eyes. "Are you just going to watch?" he demands.

He watches Eduardo swallow, eyes tracking the movement of his Adam's apple. "Would you like some help?" Eduardo asks lowly.

Mark breathes out hard. Eduardo takes it as permission, closing the space between them. One of his hands covers one of Mark's, and Mark drops his other hand, curling it against his thigh.

Eduardo squeezes around Mark's hand, controlling their motion. He's slower, gentler about it than Mark. It makes it worse, makes every stroke a tease. Mark huffs out a noise, grips onto Eduardo's wrist.

"Too hard?" Eduardo asks, looking up from their hands to catch Mark's gaze. His eyes are dark, pupils blown.

"Not enough," Mark grits out, just as Eduardo squeezes their hands near the tip, rubbing his thumb under the head. Mark's cock jumps and he moans, unable to stop his hips pushing forward.

"Harder," Eduardo says, sounding breathless. "Got it." He's bending towards Mark, lips parted and breath hot.

Mark leans forward, pulling Eduardo flush against him. He tips his head back, hoping Eduardo will take the hint. "Yeah, like-" he starts.

"Over here guys, come on!" Grams calls. "Do you see any cameras over there?"

Eduardo jumps, releasing Mark. He steps back and clears his throat. "Looks like you're ready."

"Fuck you," Mark says sincerely, squeezing his cock regretfully one last time.

Eduardo laughs and places a hand on Mark's back as they return to the set. "Tomorrow," he says.

"At least your blue balls will be worse than mine," Mark mutters viciously.

"That's the spirit," Eduardo says.

Mark eyes the setup mistrustfully. They want to put him on exercise mats on the floor and stick his legs up over a metal bar. He doesn't approve, but he's got no veto powers on this shoot.

"On your back," Eduardo says cheerfully and slaps his ass.

"Great," Grams calls, "now let us get the cameras rolling and Eduardo can do that again."

Mark glares at Eduardo. Eduardo looks chagrined and mouths sorry at him.

Filming starts and Mark gets his ass slapped again, and then he has to lay down and wriggle around to get into position. His face feels hot by the time he's done.

Eduardo kneels next to him, reaching over to get the dildo - larger, this time, and Mark clenches a little at the thought - adjusted and ready.

"I suppose I'll be nice and put lube on it for you," Eduardo says, scripted dialogue, but Mark glares at him anyway. Eduardo grins back, looking way too pleased with himself, and Jesus, Mark likes his smile. "If I were really going to be nice I suppose I'd help stretch you first," he adds, trailing his fingers over Mark's hole. Mark shivers, hard and unexpected; Eduardo freezes too, fingers pressing just a little harder as he stares back at Mark.

"But I don't feel like being nice," Eduardo finishes, after too long a pause. Mark knows, if it had been up to them, Eduardo would've done it, given him two or three or more fingers till he begged for cock - Mark knows Eduardo would've, as much as he knows he would've actually begged.

Eduardo lubes up the toy and then smears the rest of the lube onto his pants when he wipes his hands clean. He grips the black toy, guiding it to Mark's ass.

He presses it in slow and inexorable like last time. Mark takes it, but he can't hold back the noise it pushes out of him. He tips his head back, staring at the ceiling far above him.

"We'll start easy again," Eduardo says, and crouches down by Mark's head again. The large, industrial-looking remote that controls the machine is in his hand, and Mark watches him flip the green switch.

It feels different, more than he thought it would. He flattens his hands against the mat, fighting the urge to squirm away from the shallow, unsatisfying thrusts. The texture on this toy is rougher, bumps rubbing against him every time it slides in, but it's got enough lube there's no real friction.

Mark doesn't bother trying to moan and fake it; he hooks his legs further over the bar and holds himself up. It strains his legs and his back and his abs, but he stops fucking caring as soon as he gets it to the right place.

He moans, a little too breathily to be anything but real, and then does it again more loudly when Eduardo snorts out what was probably a laugh. Mark doesn't feel like opening his eyes to check.

It's still not as good as the other machine. He can't hold himself any higher, and it's still too shallow, like a tease when there's so much potential for more.

Eduardo's hand brushes over his forehead and into his hair, brushing a few errant strands off his face. "Hey," he says. "If you put your hips back down we can get it deeper into you."

He sounds so sympathetic and understanding. Mark really doesn't like him.

"You couldn't have done that to begin with?" Mark says, and his voice is strained. He doesn't know whether the breathlessness is from getting fucked or from holding himself up.

"You looked so hot squirming to get it all the way in, even if you're shaking now," Eduardo says, teasing at least a little, but then he adds, "But I really want to see if you can come just from being fucked, and you won't if you can't hold yourself up," and he doesn't sound like he's teasing about that at all.

Mark nods shortly and lets his hips fall back to the mat. The dildo is barely in him when he's all the way down.

"Look," Eduardo says, voice low. "Tell me when it's-"

"Just push it in deeper," Mark says, "it's practically fucking useless right-"

It goes deeper in a sudden strong push. Mark snaps his jaw shut and moves his hips just a little and then freezes, because there.

He hates this position normally. It's usually a guy holding his legs over their shoulders, and it makes him look like an idiot. He's starting to consider he might have to revise that opinion now. With both of his legs still propped up over the bar but the machine working down into him, it's at an amazing angle and it's better than anything he's ever felt. Eduardo is still petting his hair, hovering over him, and if they could, if Gram wouldn't kill them, if it wouldn't ruin the whole scene, Mark would pull him down to kiss him.

Eduardo is watching him, intent. Mark suspects the only thing stopping him from jerking himself off is the script; he's hard, and when Mark turns his head to nudge against his knee he makes a tiny, needy noise that Mark, even feeling desperately, desperately fucked, almost laughs at.

"I want to blow you," Mark slurs out, and Eduardo sucks in a huge, gasping breath. Then his eyes dart off to the side, and his face tightens. He pushes himself back to his knees, away from Mark.

That's a no, then. Mark swears he's going to destroy Grams's life one of these days.

"You won't be able to come from this, will you?" Eduardo asks, voice more distant. He presses his hand over Mark's cock, flattening it against his belly. Mark groans, shoving his hips up. It pushes the dildo farther into him, and he whines and tries to be more careful.

"No," Mark hisses out, gritting his teeth. He wants to, he really, honestly does, and not just because Eduardo wants to see it - he wants to know what it feels like, if it's different or just the same, but most importantly he wants to because this may be the last time he gets fucked like this, gets to use one of these things, and he wants to take as much advantage of it as he can.

But he also really fucking wants to come, and he's not sure he can physically take this much longer.

Eduardo doesn't jerk him off, though. He rubs his hand over Mark's cock, the worst tease, until Mark can't help the tiny shuddering jerks of his hips. "You'll come all over yourself, even I do have to help you get off," Eduardo says. He's sort of looking past Mark, and Mark wonders vaguely if he's reading off cue cards.

"Then fucking make me do it," Mark spits, shoving his hips up, about ready to tell Grams and the script to go fuck themselves and jerk himself off.

Then Eduardo looks back down, meeting his eyes, and grabs his cock tightly. He twists like Mark had earlier, playing his fingers under the head and squeezing almost, almost too tight, and gets Mark off between one breath and the next.

Mark can't even cry out, just freezes, staring at Eduardo while he comes and comes, shaking and shaking apart. His whole body sort of fuzzes out, until he can't feel the toy inside him or his own skin, just a floaty, buzzing sense of every nerve going offline. Eduardo stares back at him, looking almost as desperate as Mark had felt a moment ago.

Then it's done, he's over and exhausted and ready to pass out, and the toy is still fucking into him, too fast and too sharp, remote gripped forgotten in Eduardo's hand.

"Turn it," Mark gasps out, trying to squirm away, but with his legs up he can only move toward it.

Eduardo blinks back alive, dropping his hand to Mark's hip and flipping the nice red off button on the remote with the other. The machine slows to a stop almost completely out of Mark, and Mark makes himself wait, frozen like Eduardo until he's given permission.

"And cut!" Grams calls, sounding gleeful. "Alright kids, see you all tomorrow!" he adds, making a quick exit like always.

Some grumbling and murmurs start up from the edges of the room, the rest of the crew coming back to life, and Mark tips his head back and watches the last of the red lights click off on the cameras.

He pries his legs off the bar, dropping them to the floor with a wince. He feels tired and sore all over, like he hasn't since he first started doing this. He jostles Eduardo a little when he puts his second foot on the mat, and Eduardo blinks, finally setting the remote down.

Mark winces, forcing himself down and off of the dildo. It leaves him with a wet, slick kind of sound, and Eduardo's gaze darts over. From the expression that crosses his face, Mark expects a proposition; instead, Eduardo says, "Sorry. I didn't realize it was still in you."

Mark rolls onto his side and stands, legs wobbling. Eduardo grabs his arm, balancing him, and Mark glowers, embarrassed.

"You could just thank me," Eduardo tells him, raising an eyebrow. "You don't have to make a nasty face because I'm helping you."

"A nasty face," Mark parrots.

"Yes," Eduardo says serenely.

Eduardo stays with him into the dressing room. Mark gets dressed, forcing himself reluctantly into his clothes - he never showers at the studio, he's wary of the public bathrooms after some of the stories Dustin's told him - but Eduardo hasn't moved at all by the time Mark's ready to leave.

Mark stops, considering him, and eyes his dick, still clearly defined against the slick dark material of the track pants. Then he looks up at Eduardo's face, where Eduardo won't meet his eyes but smiles vaguely in his direction, then back down at his hard on. "Are you waiting for me to leave so you can jerk off?" Mark asks, smirking.

"Yes, okay," Eduardo says, sounding a little snappish. "Blue balls was right."

Mark is well fucked and lazy-feeling, so he decides to be charitable. He walks over to Eduardo and drops to his knees.

Eduardo yelps, pressing himself back against the wall and staring wide-eyed down at Mark. "What are you doing?"

"Stupid question," Mark says. He's not feeling charitable enough to be careful pulling Eduardo's pants down, and they catch on his cock, pulling it down before it finally pulls free. The noise Eduardo makes is hilarious.

"No, I mean- you don't- we shouldn't," Eduardo slurs out. He still looks like he's trying to bury himself through the wall.

"You've been hard, on and off, for three hours," Mark says. "Are you really going to turn down a blowjob?"

"Right, no, please, yes," Eduardo says, so Mark rolls his eyes and grabs the base of Eduardo's cock, licking over the head.

"I'm really, oh, fuck," Eduardo says, in this really hot moaning kind of way, but Mark figured out how close he is by himself because Eduardo's grip has transferred to Mark's shoulders and it's honestly painful, he's squeezing so hard.

Mark takes as much in as comfortably fits, flattens his tongue along the underside, and sucks as hard as he can.

Eduardo cries out, high and loud, and it sounds like actual pain.

Mark releases him, looking up, but Eduardo has his eyes shut and he whines, "Don't stop."

Mark smiles, licks Eduardo's hip, and sucks him down again.

It takes less than a minute for Eduardo to come. Mark doesn't even get to use any of his - well earned, fuck you - technique, he just sucks hard and holds Eduardo's hips still. When Eduardo does come, groaning lowly and clawing at Mark's shoulders, his legs give out. He slides down the wall at the end, and Mark sits back on his heels, swallowing a couple of times and feeling pleased with himself.

Eduardo ends up with his knees crumpled up in front of him, pants still tangled around his legs. He's flushed and panting and pretty, and Mark swallows one more time and leans forward to kiss him.

Eduardo kisses back lazily, acting out of it, which Mark forgives him for - his blowjobs tend to do that to people. Still, he's sweet about it, holding the side of Mark's face and licking gently behind his teeth.

Mark has to pull back too soon. He can't really get to Eduardo properly because Eduardo's knees are in the way, and his own knees are starting to protest his position. He pulls away, watching Eduardo blink his eyes back open before he stands. Then he smirks down at Eduardo and says, "See you tomorrow."

Eduardo groans, dropping his head back against the wall.

---

Mark has to go in early the next day so he can be taught how to operate the machines. He normally hates getting up before noon, but feels oddly cheerful today. His ass and lower back are sore when he stands up, and he has faint bruises on the backs of his legs from the bar yesterday.

He ignores his phone, blinking at him on his desk with the messages Dustin sent him yesterday, asking how the shoot went and whether any of the machines exploded and how Mark liked his newest costar. Mark had read all of them and decided none of them were worth responding to.

It's just some tech showing him the machines. Mark is glad; he usually likes the techs better than anyone else who works at the studio. They're all calmer and usually more intelligent. The one showing Mark the machines, after telling him which buttons do what and which buttons to never, under any circumstances, push at the same time, answers Mark's questions about how they actually work.

They spend almost two hours too long talking as the tech - who turns out to be an engineer, which explains the unusually high intelligence quotient - tells Mark about the differences between the machines, and how they develop them, and how much of a pain in the ass it is to move them when they're needed on different sets.

Mark has almost been convinced to quit acting and join the technical crew - though the guy makes a crack about that "nice dick of his" going to waste, which both flatters and disgusts Mark, since the guy seems to be about his father's age - by the time he has to run to the cafeteria and grab a sandwich so he doesn't starve during the afternoon's shoot.

When he gets back to the studio, most of the crew has arrived. Mark wanders over to Grams, ignores the offensive remarks about his "lazy goddamn Jewish ass," since he's not even fucking late this time, and waits for Eduardo to arrive.

Eduardo almost is late, shoving through the doors a little breathless just a few minutes before they're supposed to start. Mark stares at him and then waves a little stupidly, which makes him want to cringe, but Eduardo waves just as dorkily back and Mark feels better. He ignores the snickering they elicit from the few crew members who are watching them.

"Get your fucking clothes on," Grams says, and Mark follows Eduardo into the dressing room.

"He's very rude," Eduardo says. "And hello again."

"Hi," Mark says blankly. "Grams is?"

"Yes," Eduardo says, pulling off his shirt. It's some really nice-looking cotton pullover, and Mark wonders if Eduardo is one of those obnoxious gay guys who loves shopping too much. "Even for a porn director."

"He's a dick," Mark says. "I like him."

Eduardo laughs and drops his pants. He has to bend over to peel his briefs down, and he catches Mark looking while he does it. "Really?" he asks.

"You never got undressed yesterday," Mark says. A serious oversight, Mark thinks; Eduardo has too much smooth skin, and they didn't even get it on camera yesterday. Mark can't believe Grams didn't take advantage of what he was given.

"And you'll be seeing me naked all day today," Eduardo retorts. A faint red tinge is spreading high across his cheekbones and the bridge of his nose.

"Yes," Mark agrees, and decides to be nice and not mention the blush.

He doesn't have to change his own clothes so he follows Eduardo onto the set. Eduardo's supposed to start off on the machine Mark was on yesterday, on all fours on the bench, and then flat on his back on the same bench with a different machine. They're not making him put his legs straight up in the air; Mark resents this.

"Change of script, guys," Grams says, catching Mark's elbow.

Mark shrugs his hand off and says, "What?"

Eduardo tilts his head, looking obliging.

"We're going to put Eduardo on his back first, then film the bench scene later. We want to have Eduardo suck you off while he's getting fucked there," Grams says.

Mark scowls. "We couldn't have done this-"

"Got it," Eduardo says brightly, and hauls Mark off.

"What the fuck," Mark says, freeing his wrist from Eduardo's grip.

"Don't talk back to the director," Eduardo says. "Is it really worth complaining about?"

"You should be complaining," Mark reminds him. "You're the one their script neglected all day yesterday."

"And it was really traumatizing, believe me," Eduardo says, rolling his eyes. "Are you always this difficult about script changes?"

Mark isn't, usually. There's no reason this should piss him off so much - this way he's guaranteed to get off, and it'll probably be really hot to watch Eduardo blow him while getting fucked, like a DP scene without the hassle of another person, but he's offended on Eduardo's behalf. "They're going to hope it looks like you're being taken advantage of," he says, scowling. "They wouldn't let me blow you yesterday because it would've looked too much like we were both actually enjoying ourselves."

Eduardo laughs a little. "Mark, it's rare that they don't explicitly make me play a virgin. I don't mind if it looks like you're taking advantage of me."

"But they wouldn't let you take advantage of me," Mark says.

Eduardo smiles teasingly. "Come on, aren't you looking forward to taking advantage of me?"

"That's not the point," Mark mutters, but he gives the argument up for lost and follows Eduardo over to the bench.

Mark has to be naked all day, because everything they're filming today is supposed to come after his scenes yesterday. He drops his clothes off to the side, where they get picked up and put on a chair by one of the crew. Grams yells for everyone to be ready, makes Eduardo and Mark parrot their lines out, and then calls for silence on the set.

Eduardo's just as overenthusiastic about his lines as yesterday. Mark can't help himself, rolling his eyes partway through, and Eduardo breaks off, grinning at him. Grams calls them assholes and makes them start over from the beginning.

They get through on the third try, and Eduardo strips for the cameras while Mark goes over to the machine and makes sure he remembers everything from this morning. It's not that difficult, and he waits a little impatiently for Eduardo to get his ass on the bench.

As soon as Eduardo lies down Mark forgives the positioning. Eduardo may not have his feet stuck up in the air, but he has to bend his knees to tuck his feet onto the edges of the bench, and his legs go everywhere. They're too long, and he looks just as ridiculous as Mark must've. He squirms more, wiggling and straightening and re-bending his legs until he makes himself comfortable.

When he's done, Mark asks, "Are you sure you're ready?"

Eduardo nods agreeably, missing or ignoring the sarcasm completely. Mark turns to mess with the attachments. Eduardo's first toy is different than the one Mark used yesterday. It's red and, Mark thinks, a little smaller, and glittered. It looks stupid, in other words.

It's easy enough to get the rod and toy lined up at Eduardo's ass. When it's ready, Mark catches Eduardo's eye, and Eduardo says his last line, something about "taking it better than Mark," and then Mark grabs the rod above the base of the toy and presses it into Eduardo. Eduardo squirms as it goes in, hips shifting as it presses inside, and Mark tries to focus on the depth of the toy instead of the small noises Eduardo starts making as soon as it goes in or the way his toes curl against the bench. The flex of muscles is faintly visible in his legs as he moves, and Mark wants to bite them.

When it's in all the way and Grams doesn't give him any signal to stop, Mark starts the machine. It's at the slowest speed, of course, a slow boring pace. Mark looks at the remote, looks at Eduardo's smooth face and hooded eyes, and turns the machine up until he finds a speed that looks interesting.

Eduardo pushes back against it, tilting his hips up and then sliding one of his legs further down. It takes him a minute to find a good position, but then he freezes, a tremble building that Mark can feel when he cups one of Eduardo's knees.

"Oh," Eduardo says, when Mark turns the machine up a little bit more, and "Please," when Mark changes the depth a little.

"Stop faking it," Mark hisses, when he's leaned over in the pretext of adjusting something on the machine.

"'m not," Eduardo says, eyes shut as he tilts his head back, and he thrusts his hips back against the machine. "I never-"

So Eduardo's vocal. It's annoying. Mark likes the noises of fucking, the skin and the lube and all those gross sound effects, and he can't hear any of it because Eduardo won't fucking shut up.

"You ought to be fucking gagged," Mark grumbles at Eduardo the next time he's done groaning too loudly, and turns the machine up in retribution.

Eduardo pries his eyes open to slits, looking at Mark questioningly. Mark scowls at him, but he doesn't notice because he's too busy moaning some more.

A couple minutes later, though, and Mark doesn't care anymore. His mouth is dry and he's almost painfully hard and he feels awkward just standing by Eduardo's feet next to the machine, but he doesn't care about any of that because Eduardo's taking the whole dildo on fast deep thrusts and crying out almost constantly and Mark, even though the script won't allow it today, is pretty sure Eduardo could come just from being fucked. Grams hasn't given the signal yet, but he will soon, and Mark is going to jerk Eduardo off, even though he's already rubbed roughly over Eduardo's dick a couple of times and Eduardo twitched away, moaning and pushing back onto the dildo.

He could use a bigger one. They couldn't start with one because there was no warm up for Eduardo before this scene, but Mark thinks Grams should've given Eduardo the time and given him permission to use a bigger toy, because he looks frustrated with what he's getting. He's flushed all the way down his chest, across tight nipples and taut stomach, and he keeps opening his eyes and looking down his body, as if looking for where the toy goes into him.

The next time he does it, Mark reaches over and rubs fingers over his rim, feeling the smooth wet glide of the toy against them as it fucks into Eduardo. Eduardo, when Mark pushes a finger in, moans more loudly even than he has before - which is saying something; Mark really is considering suggesting that gag - and Grams waves a hand to get Mark's attention.

He nods when Mark catches his eye and Mark reaches obediently down to grab Eduardo's cock. He leaves his finger in Eduardo, and he'd push another one in, stretch him more, but from the way Eduardo's hips jerk, legs and stomach going tight when Mark grabs his cock, he doesn't think Eduardo needs it.

Eduardo comes as loudly as he did everything else in a wet mess over Mark's hand. Mark wants to lean down and lick him clean, but that would obscure the camera's views and besides, Grams has already made it clear that's not approved behavior. Instead he waits until Eduardo is done and he drops his legs to the floor on either side of the bench, half-heartedly pushing himself away from the force of the machines which Mark has left running at full speed. He's panting up at the ceiling, mouth open and wet, and even his breath is loud.

Mark turns the machine off. When it stops completely and he's pulled it out of Eduardo, Grams makes an annoyed, belated call to take a break. Mark brings his palm up to his mouth and licks it clean, sitting on the bench by Eduardo's sprawled legs. Eduardo, unsurprisingly, makes another noise, and when Mark looks, he's watching Mark's fingers disappear into his mouth.

Mark smiles. "So when you said 'bad'," he says, "you meant you turn into a complete slut."

"Oh, god," Eduardo moans, a little pitifully, and buries his face in his arm. Mark doesn't know how that's supposed to help, but he lays his hand on Eduardo's thigh anyway, sitting in companionable silence.

"Hm, water," Eduardo says after a few minutes. Mark is rubbing his palm, wet from his spit and Eduardo's come, over the head of his dick, just out of habit. Eduardo leans up and nudges his side gently with a knee, prodding until Mark stands up and makes room for Eduardo to swing his leg over so he can sit up.

Eduardo stretches all the way over - he really does have very long limbs, Mark notes, releasing his dick reluctantly - and grabs a towel from the piles on the edge of the set, scrubbing it over his crotch and down between his legs. "I don't like leaving come or lube all over me," he says when Mark looks at him.

"What if it's not your own?" Mark asks, smirking. He doesn't mention that those are probably meant to be props; he doesn't care if the number of towels doesn't add up when the final film is compiled.

Eduardo makes a face at him and throws the towel sloppily in a corner.

Mark touches his knee again gently as he lies back down. Eduardo's interesting, Mark has decided. He's a mess of contradictions: uptight about showing his porn but slutty about doing it, lazy after he's come but hyper-focused when it's not him coming, outgoing and weirdly polite. Mark taps fingers against Eduardo's knee, watching Eduardo smile at him, and realizes he'd regret never seeing Eduardo again after this shoot.

A crew member brings them water, which Mark accepts but eyes balefully, since they're never willing to bring it for him. Eduardo smiles brightly, stretching his legs out a little and thanking the guy. Mark waits while Eduardo drinks, considering his timing, but just as he decides to take his opening, Grams makes his presence known.

"So I want Eduardo on all fours," Grams says, "and Mark, you'll be in front of him."

"You want him to suck me off while he gets fucked," Mark says, rolling his eyes. "When he's doing doggy style there's really only one option for positioning, isn't there?"

Grams gives him a dirty look and heads off set. Eduardo sits up on the bench and Mark, unsure if that was a hint, gets up too and stands in front of him while they wait.

"You're not very tactful," Eduardo says.

"You're on all fours," Mark says. "I stand in front of you. You open your mouth. This doesn't require a five minute explanation."

"That's true," Eduardo says. "But that doesn't mean you have to be rude."

Mark looks back at Grams where he's tearing into a camera guy for who-knows-what reason, then stares at Eduardo again pointedly.

"And just because he's rude doesn't mean you have to be," Eduardo says, apparently determined to get his point across.

"Alright, yes, I could've been more polite about it and wasted ten minutes listening to his idiotic, needless directions," Mark says.

"I give up," Eduardo says, raising his eyes to the ceiling.

Grams finishes flapping his hands at everyone and gives a five-minute warning. Mark's already ready, still hard from the previous scene. Eduardo isn't yet - he's still red and half-hard from before - and he cups his cock while Mark watches.

He's gentler with himself than Mark prefers, circling his thumb over the head slowly and barely stroking. He hisses after a minute, releasing himself, and looks sheepishly up at Mark. "I'm not sure this is going to work," he says.

"You're being too patient," Mark says.

"I'm being too patient with my cock," Eduardo says, raising his eyebrows.

"Ready, guys?" Grams calls.

Mark opens his mouth, but before he can say anything, Eduardo glares at him and calls back, "Yes."

Eduardo twists, getting himself onto all fours on the bench fairly easily. He doesn't squirm as much as he did to get ready on his back.

The toy this time is bigger, possibly the same ridged black one Mark had used yesterday; he can't quite tell. On all fours, Eduardo's more exposed, and Mark rubs his thumb over his hole. Eduardo clenches under his touch and Mark smiles.

He pulls the toy forward, guiding the metal rod until it's pressed against Eduardo's entrance, and then he turns the machine on. It pushes in deep and draws out immediately, thrusting even while Eduardo cries out and shakes, sounding surprised more than anything. Mark lays a hand on his back, watching him move against it.

"You're an asshole," Eduardo hisses. He's panting already.

Mark snorts and runs his hand down, rubbing his fingers over Eduardo's skin where it's stretched around the toy. Eduardo makes another small noise, but he's stopped shivering, steadier now. His cock, when Mark reaches down curiously, is still half-hard.

Movement off the edge of the set catches Mark's eye. It's Grams, waving at him to get moving. Mark doesn't scowl - he exerts a lot of effort to make sure - and circles back around to Eduardo's front.

Eduardo looks up at him, mouth soft and partly open, eyes all pupil. Mark touches the side of his face. His hands are cold, though he hadn't noticed until he felt Eduardo's skin, flushed hot and starting to sweat. On the bench, Eduardo's hands clench, and Mark watches his fingers dig into the leather.

Behind Eduardo there's a flurry of movement and Mark looks up, past the cameras focused on him and on Eduardo's ass. Grams is back there with a female crew member, and she's holding up a white cue card.

I'm going to fuck your face

Mark reads the line a few times and then looks back down at Eduardo. He's not looking at Mark anymore, his eyes are focused off somewhere else and he's started shifting, pushing back against the slow even thrusts. Mark takes it for impatience and turns the speed up, twisting the dial on the remote a few notches.

Eduardo moans loudly for the first time. He breathes out hotly as his eyes shut, and Mark can feel the air across his skin. His stomach tightens, want prickling down his spine. He curls his fingers against Eduardo's cheek, just barely catching skin with his nails, and rubs his knuckles down to Eduardo's chin, thumbing his mouth open.

Off set, the white cue card waves. Grams is making fierce, silent, angry gestures. Mark ignores him.

Eduardo licks his lips, looking up at Mark, and Mark pushes his thumb into his mouth. Eduardo sucks, swirling his tongue and moaning again, playing it up while his eyes glitter amusement at Mark. Mark wants to scowl and smile both, and turns the machine up because he can't do either.

Eduardo's mouth falls slack and he makes real noises, short and sincere.

Mark swallows hard and steps forward. His dick, hard against his stomach, is only a few inches from Eduardo's mouth. He pulls his thumb from between Eduardo's teeth, and isn't that a comforting image. Eduardo, when Mark meets his eyes, nods minutely, and Mark, remote held tightly in one hand, guides his cock into Eduardo's mouth with the other.

Eduardo's tongue is wet silk hot and he closes his lips, sucking gently. Mark keeps ahold of the base, fighting the urge to thrust forward. Eduardo moves slowly, but he gets a rhythm going. It's in time with the machine thrusting into him, and Mark, when he's gotten over admiring Eduardo's efficiency, turns the machine up to see if he can throw him off. If it makes Eduardo suck him off faster, that's just a bonus.

Eduardo doesn't stop sucking, but he groans, whole body shuddering, and Mark can't help echoing him. Eduardo, when Mark looks back down, is glowering slit-eyed up at him. Mark can't help smiling a little, and Eduardo's fingers readjust their grip on the bench.

Tipping his head back a little, Eduardo holds Mark's gaze. Mark loses his breath, biting his lip. He turns the machine up some more.

This time, Eduardo's eyes don't shut. He moans again, noises coming almost continuously like before, and keeps his eyes on Mark. He stops sucking, mouth loose. Mark, uncertain, lets go of his dick and touches Eduardo's neck. Eduardo's eyes blink closed for a minute, and Mark takes the encouragement and slides his hand into Eduardo's hair. When he pulls, Eduardo takes him in.

Mark has to close his own eyes, blocking out the view of Eduardo's mouth around his cock and his eyelashes too long against his cheeks and the black toy, wet and huge and fucking into him. Mark could see everything, if he wanted to look, but he cares more about the way Eduardo feels.

Objectively, Eduardo isn't as good with his mouth as Mark is. Subjectively, however, it's fucking hot that he's letting Mark use him like this, and the loose sloppy suction and the press of his tongue is more than good enough. Mark can feel himself getting closer, feels his legs getting wobbly as he pushes himself further into Eduardo's mouth.

Eduardo is still making noises in the back of his throat, possibly because of Mark and possibly because of the machine, but Mark doesn't mind them so much anymore. He tightens his grip on Eduardo's head, feeling strands of hair wind around his fingers, and pulls Eduardo down further. He feels Eduardo's throat tighten, and he wonders, with a distant sense of disappointment, if Eduardo is the one gay porn actor who doesn't know how to deep throat, but then Eduardo pushes up against his hand, changing the angle a little, and takes Mark all the way down.

He doesn't stay down, and he only goes down once more when Mark tugs demandingly, but Mark doesn't take much more than that to come. He gasps in a breath, biting his lip as he comes in a sharp rush, and can't help yanking on Eduardo's hair.

Eduardo doesn't protest, just holds still, and when Mark relinquishes his grip Eduardo swallows, eyes squeezed shut. Mark, looking down at him, wishes he'd thought to pull out, to come on Eduardo's face, though he suspects Eduardo would've complained at him for it later.

Eduardo drops his head forward, panting and sheened all over with sweat, and Mark kneels down to grab his cock. He bites at Eduardo's hip, licks all the skin he can reach, and turns the machine up higher. It's not all the way up, not even close - and Mark can't imagine what the highest speed would be, when he looks at how fast it's already moving, shoving the toy into Eduardo in long fast pushes responsible for the endless noises he's letting out - but Eduardo is tense all over and his hands are curled into fists and his cock, when Mark gets it in his hand, is so, so hard. He's wet, leaking, and Mark doesn't even bother to lick his palm, just spreads the precome over the shaft and jerks Eduardo off as fast as he can.

Eduardo takes maybe a minute more, and before Mark's wrist is even feeling the strain he comes with a long drawn-out whine. Mark fumbles for the remote, on the bench by Eduardo's knee, and turns the machine off. Grams hasn't called cut, but Eduardo looks like he's going to topple over and Mark won't do that to him.

Grams does call cut before the machine has completely stopped. Mark pulls the toy out of Eduardo, remembers his sense of boundaries and doesn't immediately push his own fingers in instead, and waits for Grams to freak out.

Grams doesn't. He catches Mark's eye - Eduardo is still mostly facedown on the bench - and says, "That'll work, but that doesn't give you permission to ignore my directions all the time."

Mark shrugs, and Grams leaves them be.

Eduardo rolls to his side laboriously, and Mark stands up. He holds a hand out to Eduardo without thinking about it, and Eduardo gives him a wry expression as he lets himself be helped to his feet.

In Mark's defense, he probably wasn't as unsteady yesterday as Eduardo is now.

They stumble into the dressing room-Eduardo hits his hip on the doorknob and rubs at it, hissing curses; Mark is sure, at least, that he was more coordinated than that-and then Eduardo leaves Mark without a word to go through into the showers. Mark stalls, debating, and decides to wait. He's not going to sit around the dressing room though, so he heads back out to the studio.

"Grams," he says, and yells it more loudly when there's no response.

"He already left," one of the nearby crew says, a pretty smiling girl who Mark thinks was the one holding the cue card he ignored. "Do you need him for something?"

Mark shakes his head and catches the guy who looks like he might be in charge of the cameras. "I want a copy of all the footage," he says.

The guy looks surprised. "The movie won't be done until-"

"No," Mark cuts him off. "I don't want the movie, I want our footage."

The guy eyes him dubiously. "Uncut?"

"Just make me a copy once you've compiled all of it," Mark says. "It's my porn, I deserve access to it."

"Yeah, okay," the guy says, still looking bemused, and Mark nods once and returns to the dressing room.

Eduardo is still in the shower, so Mark reluctantly goes back out again to retrieve his clothes. Being warm, after the too-cool air of the studio - kept cold to prevent machines, actors, and actresses from overheating - is a relief, and Mark pulls his hoodie on and stuffs his hands in the pocket, sitting in one of the two chairs the sparsely-furnished room provides.

Eduardo comes out in a rush of steam and soap-scent. He's still naked, towel draped over his head, and he looks, for just a moment, startled to see Mark. Then he looks pleased.

Mark smiles back and says, "You smell like a girl."

Eduardo, face hidden under the towel as he rubs his head vigorously, snorts. "I smell like the soap they provide. It's not my fault it's hibiscus."

"It suits you," Mark says.

Eduardo snorts, laughing a little, and then pulls the towel off his head to cock his head at Mark. "I can't tell if you're joking."

Mark shrugs.

Eduardo levels him with a look and puts the towel back on his head. It falls forward as he leans over to get his underwear and pants on, and he looks ridiculous.

"I am so hungry," Eduardo moans, giving up on drying his hair and pulling his shirt on. "I cannot wait to get home and make too much food."

"You'll make it?" Mark asks curiously. He stands up, since Eduardo is pulling his socks up and about to be completely dressed. "Why not stop and get something?"

"Because it's cheaper and better if I make it myself," Eduardo says. "Though I have to admit, the immediacy of the fast food option is very appealing."

Mark nods, sliding his feet into his sandals and then kicking against the ground to be sure they're all the way on.

"What about you?" Eduardo asks. He leans toward the mirror, finger-combing his hair into some semblance of behavior. There's a brush and comb in the dresser under the mirror, but it seems even Eduardo isn't that brave.

Mark shrugs.

"Yeah," Eduardo says vaguely, and there's a jangle of keys.

"Come home with me," Mark spits out impulsively. "Tonight. If you're not doing anything besides eating later. Get dinner with me and then come home with me."

Eduardo goes still, looking over at him. "I-"

Mark closes the few feet between them, grabbing Eduardo's wrist. "I want to fuck you without a script," he says, low, though that's really the least of what he wants, considering.

"Mark," Eduardo says, sounding helpless, and leans down to kiss him.

Mark grabs handfuls of his stupid, stupid hair and holds tight, pressing close until he can feel the denim of Eduardo's jeans against his legs below his shorts and the dig of the button into his stomach. Eduardo's fingers are heavy points of pressure on his back, holding him back just as tightly. "Come on," Mark breathes, when Eduardo breaks for air, and kisses him again before he can answer.

Eduardo turns them and Mark lets himself be pushed backward. Eduardo backs him up against the wall, looping an arm around his neck. He licks deeper into Mark's mouth, his breath hot on Mark's tongue. Mark feels like he's suffocating and he holds Eduardo tighter.

Eduardo breaks away finally, dropping his head onto Mark's shoulder. Mark combs his fingers through the mess he's made Eduardo's hair back into and hums, pleased.

"I can't," Eduardo says, sounding wrecked.

Mark stiffens. "What?"

Eduardo lifts his head. He looks at Mark and says, "I don't date other guys in porn."

Mark frowns. "Not because you won't date someone you've already slept with."

"Of course not!" Eduardo says, and his hands, where they've fallen to grip Mark's hips, squeeze.

"So why not?" Mark asks, trying to be patient. It would be childish, and pointless besides, to demand Eduardo shut up and come home with him anyway.

"It's a bad idea," Eduardo says.

Mark must look as clueless as he feels, because Eduardo laughs thinly and says, "Don't you think it sounds like a disaster waiting to happen?"

Mark shrugs. "Other people do it."

"Name one couple who've managed to stay in porn and stay together."

Mark opens his mouth, stalling, but Eduardo takes his pause as hesitation and says, "See?"

He steps back, prying himself off of Mark while Mark tries to figure out how to explain that he doesn't know anyone who does porn, really, never mind a couple. He wishes Dustin were here, then decides to switch tactics. "No dating, fine, but don't you at least want-"

"Of course I want!" Eduardo says. "That's the problem." Mark stares at him. Eduardo shakes his head and darts back in, kissing Mark softly. "Do you really think I'd be able to leave after sleeping with you?"

Mark shrugs. How would he know?

Eduardo smiles. "I wouldn't. Would you?"

"I'm not the one objecting to dating," Mark says.

Eduardo huffs out another quiet breath and steps away from Mark again. "I have to go," he says and then he leaves, Mark still staring after him, trying to figure out his thought processes.

Mark, when he thinks he understands more or less what Eduardo meant, goes straight to Dustin's apartment. He hammers on the door until Dustin yanks it open, a half-naked young girl plastered along his back - another one of the perks of the industry, one which Dustin is just unscrupulous enough to take advantage of.

Mark ignores her shock and Dustin's outrage, pushing into the apartment. "Can you ask one of your studio people to get Eduardo's information?" he demands. "Preferably his address, though I'll settle for his phone number or last name."

Dustin, when he's stopped laughing and finally realized Mark is serious, says, "No. I really can't. They can't."

"What?" Mark says.

"It's illegal," Dustin says, overly gentle. "They can't give out anyone's information. Imagine if they gave out yours; it'd be an invasion of privacy."

"I certainly wouldn't like it," the girl behind Dustin volunteers helpfully.

"Shut up," Mark snaps at her.

Dustin curves an arm back around her protectively and says, "You didn't get anything from him?"

"I didn't have a chance," Mark bites out.

"In all the fucking and sucking and orgasms you didn't get any-" Dustin starts, and then cuts off at Mark's glower. "Well, this sucks."

Mark scowls. "You can't get anything?"

"I'm sorry," Dustin says, and he actually looks a little sad.

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