fic: three's a good number (mark/eduardo)
Title: three's a good number
Pairing: Mark/Eduardo
Rating: PG-13
Summary: There are three very specific things that Eduardo likes about being in a relationship with Mark, things that he never would have envisioned himself tolerating even when he was twenty years old and starving for Mark’s attention. future fic! established relationship!
Word count: 1,443
For: The kink meme prompt Anything with Mark sitting between Eduardo's legs.
Note: Written for tsn-a-thon! Team Pride all the way, baby!
There are three very specific things that Eduardo likes about being in a relationship with Mark, things that he never would have envisioned himself tolerating even when he was twenty years old and starving for Mark’s attention.
One: that, whenever they’re making out, there’s always a chance Mark might get hit with a sudden burst of inspiration and find it necessary to push Eduardo off him to go fetch his laptop from the office.
(Maybe Eduardo shouldn’t like it, that Mark can so easily dismiss him when he gets one of his ideas, but, honestly, he doesn’t mind. Not much, anyway. It makes things exciting.
One time, it was two in the morning and Eduardo had just come home from a week-long business trip to China. They hadn’t really been in much contact, what with the time difference and the firewalls, and as soon as Eduardo had walked in the front door, Mark had pushed him against the wall, mumbled a welcome home and leant up on his toes to kiss the surprise clean off Eduardo’s face. Miraculously, Eduardo hadn’t lost grip on his laptop bag but he had dropped his suitcase right on Mark’s foot while he tried to pull Mark’s hips in close with one hand.
He’s not sure how that managed to set off a trigger in Mark’s head but the next thing he knew, Mark was scurrying off-not in pain or anything, even though twenty five pounds of clothes and leather had just landed on his foot, but in-
Well, whatever it was, it had Mark pulling out his laptop and typing furiously while Eduardo waited in the front hall, stunned and breathless but ridiculously turned on.)
Two: that Facebook has a tendency to be Mark’s number one priority and rule his life-but there are times when he can figure out not to bring it up around Eduardo.
(Like that afternoon three months after Eduardo had moved back to the States-but not into Mark’s house because they were going to do this right, ok? No point rushing into things when we have so much time, Mark-Mark had come over after a shareholders’ meeting and found Eduardo staring blankly at the television with his cell phone clutched in his hand. He could’ve started complaining right then about how stupid the Winklevii were even with their shares adjusted or how Dustin’s jokes had grown flat ever since he left Facebook or even just how he hated being forced to give the same speech about Facebook’s progress at every one of these get-togethers.
He could have and, if he had been the Mark Eduardo knew in Harvard, he would have. But, no, this Mark was just as desperate to make up for lost time as Eduardo was and he could tell, just by walking into the apartment, that things were not all right. So instead of getting on his soap box and ranting at a speed too fast for any human to understand, he gently pried Eduardo’s fingers off his cell phone and set it down beside himself on the coffee table.
Ten silent minutes passed and Mark was still sitting in front of Eduardo, a thumb rubbing circles into his knee.
Eduardo swallowed because his mouth had gone dry but he still sounded throaty when he said, “I’m sorry I didn’t show up. My dad, he just . . . And -”
“I know,” Mark said, shifting to sit next to Eduardo and pull him into his side.
There was nothing Eduardo could do but go willingly and let Mark run a hand through his hair as he buried his face in Mark’s collar and tried to convince himself that his father couldn’t possibly keep this up the rest of his life.)
And three: that when the offer of a sexual favor doesn’t quite work, Mark tries to resolve arguments by intruding on Eduardo’s privacy.
(It gives Eduardo moments like this:
“Can you please just give me some time to think?” Eduardo shouted, pushing himself out of the lawn chair he’d been sitting on for all of five minutes before Mark decided that it was ok to come outside and demand that Eduardo stop being mad at him.
“I don’t understand why you need to think about anything,” Mark said, shrugging his shoulders even with his hands in his pockets.
Eduardo glared, went back into the house and made a beeline for the fireplace upstairs, in front of which he could sit without worrying that Mark would come near. In all the time Eduardo had lived here, Mark had come in this room once-and that was just to wake up Eduardo when he’d fallen asleep with his hand stretched out dangerously close to the fire.
He’d only been sprawled out a few minutes when he noticed Mark’s shadow falling across the floor. He groaned loudly and threw his arm over his face. “Leave me alone, Mark.”
But Mark didn’t leave. He came closer, actually, the wood creaking under his feet as he neared Eduardo’s body. Eduardo could feel his heart begin to race at the thought that maybe Mark was going to step on him but that quickly subsided as soon as Mark dropped himself onto the ground right between Eduardo’s legs.
Eduardo pushed himself up so fast his chest smacked into Mark’s back. “Jesus, Mark, I told you to let me think!”
Mark dropped both his hands onto Eduardo’s thighs before Eduardo even had a chance to move. He said, “And I told you I didn’t mean it.”
Huffing, “You still said it,” Eduardo tried to pull his legs out of Mark’s grasp but Mark was holding so tight he was almost digging his short nails into Eduardo’s skin.
“I didn’t mean to.”
“So, what, you were just gonna keep it a secret, then?” Eduardo scoffed and smacked Mark’s wrist. “Let me go.”
But Mark still didn’t listen. He said, “I’m sorry, ok?” and wriggled back so that he was even closer to Eduardo, his back lining up against Eduardo’s angrily rising chest. “I know it’s a sensitive topic but I was angry and I just-it was the easiest thing to say but that doesn’t mean I actually be-”
“But you do! You wouldn’t have said it if you didn’t believe it at least a little.”
“That’s not true, Wardo. Facebook couldn’t have existed without you.”
Eduardo shook his head and again attempted to get away from Mark. “That’s such bullshit.”
“It’s not!” Mark looked over his shoulder then, seeking out Eduardo’s eyes so intently Eduardo had to give in to that too. “I couldn’t have done it with anyone else. I didn’t want to do it with anyone else. Please believe that.”
“How can I when you kicked me out?”
“I thought we were done with that, Eduardo.”
“It’s never done, Mark!”
Mark winced and turned away, finally freeing Eduardo’s legs and crossing his arms. Eduardo could see how high he set his shoulders then, the same way he did whenever someone offended him and tried not to show it.
It probably wasn’t normal since he was supposed to be mad at Mark but Eduardo felt terrible for going back on his own word. When they first got together, he’d promised he wasn’t bitter about the dilution anymore, that he’d finally gotten over it, and that had allowed him to start fresh with Mark. And it was true, too; it still was.
It was just that Mark sometimes knew exactly which buttons to press to make Eduardo lose his temper.
“Maybe this was all a mistake, then,” Mark said eventually, voice cold and smooth, devoid of any inflection. He still hadn’t moved.
“It wasn’t,” Eduardo said, rushing to say it and tripping over just those three syllables. “No, Mark, I don’t think that’s true.”
“If you can’t trust me -”
“But I do!” Sighing, Eduardo wrapped his arms tightly around Mark’s waist and rested his chin on Mark’s shoulder. “I didn’t mean that.”
Mark held still, even as Eduardo moved as close as possible and hugged Mark against his chest. “I didn’t mean what I said either but you still thought I did.”
Eduardo shook his head. “I’m sorry.”
“Yeah.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t believe you-or that I did, I guess.”
A quiet sigh pushed out of Mark’s lungs and Eduardo could feel as Mark’s stomach expanded with it. Mark relaxed too, slowly leaning back and lowering his arms on top of Eduardo’s. “So we’re ok now,” he said, words whispered and slightly unsure. The question in it was plenty noticeable.
Eduardo just pressed his face into Mark’s neck and nodded.)
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Pairing: Mark/Eduardo
Rating: PG-13
Summary: There are three very specific things that Eduardo likes about being in a relationship with Mark, things that he never would have envisioned himself tolerating even when he was twenty years old and starving for Mark’s attention. future fic! established relationship!
Word count: 1,443
For: The kink meme prompt Anything with Mark sitting between Eduardo's legs.
Note: Written for tsn-a-thon! Team Pride all the way, baby!
There are three very specific things that Eduardo likes about being in a relationship with Mark, things that he never would have envisioned himself tolerating even when he was twenty years old and starving for Mark’s attention.
One: that, whenever they’re making out, there’s always a chance Mark might get hit with a sudden burst of inspiration and find it necessary to push Eduardo off him to go fetch his laptop from the office.
(Maybe Eduardo shouldn’t like it, that Mark can so easily dismiss him when he gets one of his ideas, but, honestly, he doesn’t mind. Not much, anyway. It makes things exciting.
One time, it was two in the morning and Eduardo had just come home from a week-long business trip to China. They hadn’t really been in much contact, what with the time difference and the firewalls, and as soon as Eduardo had walked in the front door, Mark had pushed him against the wall, mumbled a welcome home and leant up on his toes to kiss the surprise clean off Eduardo’s face. Miraculously, Eduardo hadn’t lost grip on his laptop bag but he had dropped his suitcase right on Mark’s foot while he tried to pull Mark’s hips in close with one hand.
He’s not sure how that managed to set off a trigger in Mark’s head but the next thing he knew, Mark was scurrying off-not in pain or anything, even though twenty five pounds of clothes and leather had just landed on his foot, but in-
Well, whatever it was, it had Mark pulling out his laptop and typing furiously while Eduardo waited in the front hall, stunned and breathless but ridiculously turned on.)
Two: that Facebook has a tendency to be Mark’s number one priority and rule his life-but there are times when he can figure out not to bring it up around Eduardo.
(Like that afternoon three months after Eduardo had moved back to the States-but not into Mark’s house because they were going to do this right, ok? No point rushing into things when we have so much time, Mark-Mark had come over after a shareholders’ meeting and found Eduardo staring blankly at the television with his cell phone clutched in his hand. He could’ve started complaining right then about how stupid the Winklevii were even with their shares adjusted or how Dustin’s jokes had grown flat ever since he left Facebook or even just how he hated being forced to give the same speech about Facebook’s progress at every one of these get-togethers.
He could have and, if he had been the Mark Eduardo knew in Harvard, he would have. But, no, this Mark was just as desperate to make up for lost time as Eduardo was and he could tell, just by walking into the apartment, that things were not all right. So instead of getting on his soap box and ranting at a speed too fast for any human to understand, he gently pried Eduardo’s fingers off his cell phone and set it down beside himself on the coffee table.
Ten silent minutes passed and Mark was still sitting in front of Eduardo, a thumb rubbing circles into his knee.
Eduardo swallowed because his mouth had gone dry but he still sounded throaty when he said, “I’m sorry I didn’t show up. My dad, he just . . . And -”
“I know,” Mark said, shifting to sit next to Eduardo and pull him into his side.
There was nothing Eduardo could do but go willingly and let Mark run a hand through his hair as he buried his face in Mark’s collar and tried to convince himself that his father couldn’t possibly keep this up the rest of his life.)
And three: that when the offer of a sexual favor doesn’t quite work, Mark tries to resolve arguments by intruding on Eduardo’s privacy.
(It gives Eduardo moments like this:
“Can you please just give me some time to think?” Eduardo shouted, pushing himself out of the lawn chair he’d been sitting on for all of five minutes before Mark decided that it was ok to come outside and demand that Eduardo stop being mad at him.
“I don’t understand why you need to think about anything,” Mark said, shrugging his shoulders even with his hands in his pockets.
Eduardo glared, went back into the house and made a beeline for the fireplace upstairs, in front of which he could sit without worrying that Mark would come near. In all the time Eduardo had lived here, Mark had come in this room once-and that was just to wake up Eduardo when he’d fallen asleep with his hand stretched out dangerously close to the fire.
He’d only been sprawled out a few minutes when he noticed Mark’s shadow falling across the floor. He groaned loudly and threw his arm over his face. “Leave me alone, Mark.”
But Mark didn’t leave. He came closer, actually, the wood creaking under his feet as he neared Eduardo’s body. Eduardo could feel his heart begin to race at the thought that maybe Mark was going to step on him but that quickly subsided as soon as Mark dropped himself onto the ground right between Eduardo’s legs.
Eduardo pushed himself up so fast his chest smacked into Mark’s back. “Jesus, Mark, I told you to let me think!”
Mark dropped both his hands onto Eduardo’s thighs before Eduardo even had a chance to move. He said, “And I told you I didn’t mean it.”
Huffing, “You still said it,” Eduardo tried to pull his legs out of Mark’s grasp but Mark was holding so tight he was almost digging his short nails into Eduardo’s skin.
“I didn’t mean to.”
“So, what, you were just gonna keep it a secret, then?” Eduardo scoffed and smacked Mark’s wrist. “Let me go.”
But Mark still didn’t listen. He said, “I’m sorry, ok?” and wriggled back so that he was even closer to Eduardo, his back lining up against Eduardo’s angrily rising chest. “I know it’s a sensitive topic but I was angry and I just-it was the easiest thing to say but that doesn’t mean I actually be-”
“But you do! You wouldn’t have said it if you didn’t believe it at least a little.”
“That’s not true, Wardo. Facebook couldn’t have existed without you.”
Eduardo shook his head and again attempted to get away from Mark. “That’s such bullshit.”
“It’s not!” Mark looked over his shoulder then, seeking out Eduardo’s eyes so intently Eduardo had to give in to that too. “I couldn’t have done it with anyone else. I didn’t want to do it with anyone else. Please believe that.”
“How can I when you kicked me out?”
“I thought we were done with that, Eduardo.”
“It’s never done, Mark!”
Mark winced and turned away, finally freeing Eduardo’s legs and crossing his arms. Eduardo could see how high he set his shoulders then, the same way he did whenever someone offended him and tried not to show it.
It probably wasn’t normal since he was supposed to be mad at Mark but Eduardo felt terrible for going back on his own word. When they first got together, he’d promised he wasn’t bitter about the dilution anymore, that he’d finally gotten over it, and that had allowed him to start fresh with Mark. And it was true, too; it still was.
It was just that Mark sometimes knew exactly which buttons to press to make Eduardo lose his temper.
“Maybe this was all a mistake, then,” Mark said eventually, voice cold and smooth, devoid of any inflection. He still hadn’t moved.
“It wasn’t,” Eduardo said, rushing to say it and tripping over just those three syllables. “No, Mark, I don’t think that’s true.”
“If you can’t trust me -”
“But I do!” Sighing, Eduardo wrapped his arms tightly around Mark’s waist and rested his chin on Mark’s shoulder. “I didn’t mean that.”
Mark held still, even as Eduardo moved as close as possible and hugged Mark against his chest. “I didn’t mean what I said either but you still thought I did.”
Eduardo shook his head. “I’m sorry.”
“Yeah.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t believe you-or that I did, I guess.”
A quiet sigh pushed out of Mark’s lungs and Eduardo could feel as Mark’s stomach expanded with it. Mark relaxed too, slowly leaning back and lowering his arms on top of Eduardo’s. “So we’re ok now,” he said, words whispered and slightly unsure. The question in it was plenty noticeable.
Eduardo just pressed his face into Mark’s neck and nodded.)
If you're interested, I'm also writing an animal shelter AU that is currently being posted only on Tumblr, since I haven't finished it yet. Check out this tag. :)