[fanfiction] Scott Pilgrim & the Programmer Boyfriend
365 Gay Sharks
Day 210, Word Count: 1079
Theme: July; Celebrate
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Fandom/Pairings: The Social Network/Scott Pilgrim; Mark/Scott
Rating: R
Pre-Notes: Way back in February, I decided that Mark/Scott would be a beautiful thing to end all beautiful things. And then, a few months later, Scott Pilgrim & the College Roommate started existing so now you have this. Originally posted here for Porn Battle 12.
Disclaimer: . . . No.
Summary: Once upon a time at Harvard, Scott Pilgrim was dating a programmer.
Scott Pilgrim & the Programmer Boyfriend
Once upon a time at Harvard, Scott Pilgrim was dating a programmer.
"I can't decide if this is the stupidest thing I've ever heard," Wallace says as he sits on Scott's bed, "or the stupidest thing I've ever heard."
WALLACE WELLS
drunk homosexual
age: unknown
Scott, who had a habit of being a terrible boyfriend, slumped down into his desk chair and groaned. Wallace did not take any pity on him, because Scott was Scott and he had totally brought this upon himself. Anyone with eyes could have told you that, if they weren't Scott. As one of Scott's ex-girlfriends, Kim Pine, was fond of saying: if Scott Pilgrim's life had a face, you would probably punch it. It wasn't because Scott was kind of an idiot (he was), or that he treated his girlfriends like shit (he did). It was mostly because Scott Pilgrim just tended to be the kind of annoying that you wanted to punch and if Wallace weren't his roommate, Wallace would have probably already punched him. Or boned him.
They were kind of the same thing, as far as Wallace was concerned.
"It's not my fault," Scott whined, "Eduardo set me up and then the next thing I knew, we were dating."
SCOTT PILGRIM
kind of an idiot
age: 20
Wallace opened his mouth to tell Scott that trusting hot Brazilian ass (no matter how charming it was) counted as a bad idea when the door to their dorm room opened and Mark Zuckerberg walked in. At that, Wallace closed his mouth and tried very, very hard not to laugh uncontrollably. Mark scowled in Wallace's direction. Wallace, who was intimidated by no one thanks to his naturally high amount of fabulosity, smiled indulgently at Mark and stood up.
"So," Wallace said, "I hear you and Scott are dating."
Mark made a face, "What? There is no basis to that statement, Scott and I merely went out for drinks in order to possibly facilitate a less hateful relationship between us at Eduardo's request."
MARK ZUCKERBERG
certified asshole
age: 19
Which was kind of a lie-or an omission of fact, more correctly. It was true that Mark and Scott went out for drinks at Eduardo's request so that they could stop sniping at each other so much and try to find something that they had in common but mostly they ended up getting really, really drunk.
AND THEN . . .They're stumbling back to the dorm room, Mark pressing Scott against the wall and nipping at his neck while Scott tries to open the door and then they're stumbling inside, Mark kicking the door shut and probably waking up half the dorm but fuck it because Scott's hands are on his hips and pulling him closer and-
"What about Wallace?"
"Fuck it, he can deal."
-then Mark throwing Scott back onto the bed and unbuttoning his pants, swallowing down sloppily and uncoordinated but Mark Mark and faster and fu~ck.
IT WAS AWKWARD FOR EVERYONE.
Raising an eyebrow, Wallace managed to convey my bullshit radar is detecting so much bullshit while also conveying it's cute how you think I didn't hear you. He walked past Mark on his way out of the room, pausing to pat Mark's cheek, and left.
But not before yelling don't forget the condom! loud enough for everyone on campus to hear. Mark suspected this was payback for not giving Wallace Eduardo's number in a horribly unsuccessful attempt to keep the two apart. That had ended in whatever Wallace and Eduardo were calling the loud, sometimes non-stop sex they had regularly. Dismissing all thoughts of Wallace and Eduardo and Wallace&Eduardo, Mark turned to face Scott, who was mostly picking at the fraying hem of his jeans.
"Stop that," Mark frowned, "you're going to make the damn jeans fall apart."
Scott stopped, and there was an awkward silence that neither Scott or Mark knew how to deal with. It wasn't even that they had drunken sex, it was more than they we rarely ever alone together because Wallace was an omnipresent creeper and they were normally barely more than acquaintances, so. Mark cleared his throat and walked over to stand in front of Scott. Scott looked up at Mark and there was another awkward silence.
"Um," Scott said finally, "so we're not dating?"
"No," Mark said simply, "Although given that opposites attract and previous attempts at foraging a friendship have been mildly successful at best, that can't be the worst idea there ever was. Even if you are straight."
Looking at his feet, Scott mumbles something that sounds suspiciously like Wallace and I fucked once. Mark can't be sure though, so he blinks at Scott and then asks Scott to repeat what he just said.
"Wallace and I fucked once," Scott mumbles again, "We vowed to never speak of it again because it was like fucking my brother or something."
"Huh," Mark leaned against Scott's desk, "But did you enjoy the sex?"
Scott winced, "Aside from the fact that it was Wallace, I guess?"
"Okay," Mark pushed off Scott's desk and stood in front of him, "So if we're going to date, then we should fuck first to determine compatibility."
"I. What?"
There was a very, very confused expression on Scott's face, but Mark largely ignored it in favor of tugging Scott over to his bed and flopping down on it. Once they're on the bed, Mark crawls on to of Scott and bends down to kiss him. It's a little awkward, but Scott's a little awkward so it doesn't really matter.
EVENTUALLY . . .Scott's fumbling with Mark's clothing and they toss everything they're discarding in the general direction of the laundry pile that's slowly becoming sentient thanks to the fact that Scott hasn't done laundry in ever which is okay because Mark hasn't either and anyway they're both more preoccupied with being naked, Mark rolling them so Scott is on top and-
"Are you sure?"
"Scott, fucking go already!"
-Scott's unsure but then he's pressing forward and Mark's wrapping his legs around Scott in an effort to get him to move, you idiot and it's been a while since he's done this (anal, although it's been a while for sex in general too) so it burns and Scott looks worried but Mark just says go, go so Scott does that and they're both sweaty, disgusting, but it doesn't even matter because there is definitely something there.
THEY DECIDED THAT DATING WAS PROBABLY THE BEST OPTION.
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Day 210, Word Count: 1079
Theme: July; Celebrate
This post is part of the 365 Gay Sharks project. If you would like to learn more about this project, click here to read more about it. :D
Fandom/Pairings: The Social Network/Scott Pilgrim; Mark/Scott
Rating: R
Pre-Notes: Way back in February, I decided that Mark/Scott would be a beautiful thing to end all beautiful things. And then, a few months later, Scott Pilgrim & the College Roommate started existing so now you have this. Originally posted here for Porn Battle 12.
Disclaimer: . . . No.
Summary: Once upon a time at Harvard, Scott Pilgrim was dating a programmer.
Scott Pilgrim & the Programmer Boyfriend
Once upon a time at Harvard, Scott Pilgrim was dating a programmer.
"I can't decide if this is the stupidest thing I've ever heard," Wallace says as he sits on Scott's bed, "or the stupidest thing I've ever heard."
WALLACE WELLS
drunk homosexual
age: unknown
Scott, who had a habit of being a terrible boyfriend, slumped down into his desk chair and groaned. Wallace did not take any pity on him, because Scott was Scott and he had totally brought this upon himself. Anyone with eyes could have told you that, if they weren't Scott. As one of Scott's ex-girlfriends, Kim Pine, was fond of saying: if Scott Pilgrim's life had a face, you would probably punch it. It wasn't because Scott was kind of an idiot (he was), or that he treated his girlfriends like shit (he did). It was mostly because Scott Pilgrim just tended to be the kind of annoying that you wanted to punch and if Wallace weren't his roommate, Wallace would have probably already punched him. Or boned him.
They were kind of the same thing, as far as Wallace was concerned.
"It's not my fault," Scott whined, "Eduardo set me up and then the next thing I knew, we were dating."
SCOTT PILGRIM
kind of an idiot
age: 20
Wallace opened his mouth to tell Scott that trusting hot Brazilian ass (no matter how charming it was) counted as a bad idea when the door to their dorm room opened and Mark Zuckerberg walked in. At that, Wallace closed his mouth and tried very, very hard not to laugh uncontrollably. Mark scowled in Wallace's direction. Wallace, who was intimidated by no one thanks to his naturally high amount of fabulosity, smiled indulgently at Mark and stood up.
"So," Wallace said, "I hear you and Scott are dating."
Mark made a face, "What? There is no basis to that statement, Scott and I merely went out for drinks in order to possibly facilitate a less hateful relationship between us at Eduardo's request."
MARK ZUCKERBERG
certified asshole
age: 19
Which was kind of a lie-or an omission of fact, more correctly. It was true that Mark and Scott went out for drinks at Eduardo's request so that they could stop sniping at each other so much and try to find something that they had in common but mostly they ended up getting really, really drunk.
AND THEN . . .They're stumbling back to the dorm room, Mark pressing Scott against the wall and nipping at his neck while Scott tries to open the door and then they're stumbling inside, Mark kicking the door shut and probably waking up half the dorm but fuck it because Scott's hands are on his hips and pulling him closer and-
"What about Wallace?"
"Fuck it, he can deal."
-then Mark throwing Scott back onto the bed and unbuttoning his pants, swallowing down sloppily and uncoordinated but Mark Mark and faster and fu~ck.
IT WAS AWKWARD FOR EVERYONE.
Raising an eyebrow, Wallace managed to convey my bullshit radar is detecting so much bullshit while also conveying it's cute how you think I didn't hear you. He walked past Mark on his way out of the room, pausing to pat Mark's cheek, and left.
But not before yelling don't forget the condom! loud enough for everyone on campus to hear. Mark suspected this was payback for not giving Wallace Eduardo's number in a horribly unsuccessful attempt to keep the two apart. That had ended in whatever Wallace and Eduardo were calling the loud, sometimes non-stop sex they had regularly. Dismissing all thoughts of Wallace and Eduardo and Wallace&Eduardo, Mark turned to face Scott, who was mostly picking at the fraying hem of his jeans.
"Stop that," Mark frowned, "you're going to make the damn jeans fall apart."
Scott stopped, and there was an awkward silence that neither Scott or Mark knew how to deal with. It wasn't even that they had drunken sex, it was more than they we rarely ever alone together because Wallace was an omnipresent creeper and they were normally barely more than acquaintances, so. Mark cleared his throat and walked over to stand in front of Scott. Scott looked up at Mark and there was another awkward silence.
"Um," Scott said finally, "so we're not dating?"
"No," Mark said simply, "Although given that opposites attract and previous attempts at foraging a friendship have been mildly successful at best, that can't be the worst idea there ever was. Even if you are straight."
Looking at his feet, Scott mumbles something that sounds suspiciously like Wallace and I fucked once. Mark can't be sure though, so he blinks at Scott and then asks Scott to repeat what he just said.
"Wallace and I fucked once," Scott mumbles again, "We vowed to never speak of it again because it was like fucking my brother or something."
"Huh," Mark leaned against Scott's desk, "But did you enjoy the sex?"
Scott winced, "Aside from the fact that it was Wallace, I guess?"
"Okay," Mark pushed off Scott's desk and stood in front of him, "So if we're going to date, then we should fuck first to determine compatibility."
"I. What?"
There was a very, very confused expression on Scott's face, but Mark largely ignored it in favor of tugging Scott over to his bed and flopping down on it. Once they're on the bed, Mark crawls on to of Scott and bends down to kiss him. It's a little awkward, but Scott's a little awkward so it doesn't really matter.
EVENTUALLY . . .Scott's fumbling with Mark's clothing and they toss everything they're discarding in the general direction of the laundry pile that's slowly becoming sentient thanks to the fact that Scott hasn't done laundry in ever which is okay because Mark hasn't either and anyway they're both more preoccupied with being naked, Mark rolling them so Scott is on top and-
"Are you sure?"
"Scott, fucking go already!"
-Scott's unsure but then he's pressing forward and Mark's wrapping his legs around Scott in an effort to get him to move, you idiot and it's been a while since he's done this (anal, although it's been a while for sex in general too) so it burns and Scott looks worried but Mark just says go, go so Scott does that and they're both sweaty, disgusting, but it doesn't even matter because there is definitely something there.
THEY DECIDED THAT DATING WAS PROBABLY THE BEST OPTION.
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