This is a Story of Loaded Glances, part 3
Title: This is a Story of Loaded Glances, part 3
Fandom: The Social Network
Pairing: Mark/Eduardo, Mark/Cameron Winklevoss (for a hot second), Eduardo/OFCs
Rating: This part is probably a very very light R, in a longer NC-17 story
Summary: "I think it's a love story." Mark and Eduardo had a casual sex relationship/were kind of dating while Mark was at Harvard. Wardo's father is an asshole and NOT PLEASED that Wardo is having hot sexy times with a man. He insists they break up and Wardo at least TRY with a woman. Mark is not pleased, because he loves Wardo, but he'll try. This fic imagines what wasn't said, the scenes that didn't make it into the story.
Disclaimer: If you found this by googling yourself, turn back! These characters do not belong to me, they belong to Aaron Sorkin, who is brilliantbrilliantbrilliant, and he based these characters off the real characters, but here, they are entirely fictional, and I am making no money off this at all!
Sometime later, they wake up, and shower, and Wardo kisses him, and sucks him off, and it’s fantastic. Then Wardo says, “this doesn’t change anything, Mark,” and he leaves. Mark shuts down. He has nothing to do but code. He codes for 32 hours, and then goes to his CS 121 class, Introduction to Formal Systems and Computation, which he could teach in his sleep (and does). This girl, who he recognizes as someone Wardo dated for a month slips him a note that says “u Dick.” Letting aside the fact that she can’t spell and is horribly unimaginative in her wording, he can’t believe this bitch, this girl who Wardo pretended to date instead of him, has the nerve to give him the time of day, let alone tell him he’s a dick, because, what? Because he insulted her on FaceMash? He is sleeping with her boyfriend, or rather, that she was nothing, nothing but a cover for Wardo, Wardo’s beard, his mistake.
Mark can’t take it, can’t take sitting in the same room as someone else who has touched Eduardo, and he leaves, mouthing off to the professor, and showing up everyone in class. He jogs out the door, and then gets cornered by not one, but two beautiful tall blonde men.Mark loves Eduardo, and is generally more drawn to personality and brains than looks, but these boys are fucking beautiful. They’re tall, and muscled, and have these aristocratic jaws… It’s everything Mark can do not to gape openly. They say they row crew, and he has a vague memory of a conversation with Erica Albright, and watching boys row at Exeter when he was teaching himself C++ his freshmen year of high school. He thinks he’s dreaming when they ask him if he’s got a minute. Maybe Mark’s imagining it, but he thinks he sees the one in front, the one who shakes his hand, Cameron, he thinks he sees him do a once over. He’s got a minute. Mark is sort of led, sort of follows tripping over himself, to the Porcellian clubhouse. Tyler, almost benevolently, explains that they can’t take him past the bike room, and asks if Mark understands. Mark says sure, because what else is he supposed to say? He’s not allowed to be in any of the things he wants. And here’s the thing. Final clubs. It’s all a giant metaphor, really, because what Mark wants is a relationship, someone to love him, and he can’t seem to get at it. It’s something they used to joke about, privately, calling what Mark and Wardo had together a final club, because it was just them, and it was special. And Mark goes into the Porcellian with these perfect men, who are golden, and shiny, and they seem to glow with money and skill. And he doesn’t go into the club, he’s not dating them, but he gets his foot in the door. Turns out, after they pitch their idiotic dating site, and Tyler and Divya have class, marketing, or finance, something not there, Cameron did check him out. Cameron catches Mark by the hoodie sleeve, and asks “where are you going?” and “Come here,” and “oh. Yes. Yes.” Mark wants. Mark wants Wardo, but he’s 19 years old, he’ll take what he can get, and for the moment, he can’t get Wardo. He walks to the AEPi party from Cameron’s dorm room, and he feels… used. Dirty. Like he’s betrayed Wardo, which is silly, because it isn’t as if Wardo and Mark were official, or exclusive, or really even seeing each other at all. But still. Suddenly Mark knows why everything has been a blur, and he knows he needs to fix everything, and rounding that corner from Cameron’s suddenly the idea comes to him.
Mark finally gets to the party, and there are Wardo and Dustin, looking at a group of objectively pretty Asian girls wearing tiny dresses which are stupid in this weather. Wardo and Dustin talk about how Jewish guys and Asian girls are meant to be, and Mark fights the urge to punch everyone. Mark also wonders how Wardo can make even a Hawaiian shirt appealing.
Wardo loves the idea, agrees to put up the money. It’s a solid idea, a good plan, and Mark can tell that Wardo is impressed, but he still goes back into the party. Mark doesn’t go, that loop of Niagara Falls really was offensive, but he looks in the window, and sees Wardo talking up Amy Matsumura. Mark runs home, to wash Cameron Winklevoss off his skin.
Fandom: The Social Network
Pairing: Mark/Eduardo, Mark/Cameron Winklevoss (for a hot second), Eduardo/OFCs
Rating: This part is probably a very very light R, in a longer NC-17 story
Summary: "I think it's a love story." Mark and Eduardo had a casual sex relationship/were kind of dating while Mark was at Harvard. Wardo's father is an asshole and NOT PLEASED that Wardo is having hot sexy times with a man. He insists they break up and Wardo at least TRY with a woman. Mark is not pleased, because he loves Wardo, but he'll try. This fic imagines what wasn't said, the scenes that didn't make it into the story.
Disclaimer: If you found this by googling yourself, turn back! These characters do not belong to me, they belong to Aaron Sorkin, who is brilliantbrilliantbrilliant, and he based these characters off the real characters, but here, they are entirely fictional, and I am making no money off this at all!
Sometime later, they wake up, and shower, and Wardo kisses him, and sucks him off, and it’s fantastic. Then Wardo says, “this doesn’t change anything, Mark,” and he leaves. Mark shuts down. He has nothing to do but code. He codes for 32 hours, and then goes to his CS 121 class, Introduction to Formal Systems and Computation, which he could teach in his sleep (and does). This girl, who he recognizes as someone Wardo dated for a month slips him a note that says “u Dick.” Letting aside the fact that she can’t spell and is horribly unimaginative in her wording, he can’t believe this bitch, this girl who Wardo pretended to date instead of him, has the nerve to give him the time of day, let alone tell him he’s a dick, because, what? Because he insulted her on FaceMash? He is sleeping with her boyfriend, or rather, that she was nothing, nothing but a cover for Wardo, Wardo’s beard, his mistake.
Mark can’t take it, can’t take sitting in the same room as someone else who has touched Eduardo, and he leaves, mouthing off to the professor, and showing up everyone in class. He jogs out the door, and then gets cornered by not one, but two beautiful tall blonde men.Mark loves Eduardo, and is generally more drawn to personality and brains than looks, but these boys are fucking beautiful. They’re tall, and muscled, and have these aristocratic jaws… It’s everything Mark can do not to gape openly. They say they row crew, and he has a vague memory of a conversation with Erica Albright, and watching boys row at Exeter when he was teaching himself C++ his freshmen year of high school. He thinks he’s dreaming when they ask him if he’s got a minute. Maybe Mark’s imagining it, but he thinks he sees the one in front, the one who shakes his hand, Cameron, he thinks he sees him do a once over. He’s got a minute. Mark is sort of led, sort of follows tripping over himself, to the Porcellian clubhouse. Tyler, almost benevolently, explains that they can’t take him past the bike room, and asks if Mark understands. Mark says sure, because what else is he supposed to say? He’s not allowed to be in any of the things he wants. And here’s the thing. Final clubs. It’s all a giant metaphor, really, because what Mark wants is a relationship, someone to love him, and he can’t seem to get at it. It’s something they used to joke about, privately, calling what Mark and Wardo had together a final club, because it was just them, and it was special. And Mark goes into the Porcellian with these perfect men, who are golden, and shiny, and they seem to glow with money and skill. And he doesn’t go into the club, he’s not dating them, but he gets his foot in the door. Turns out, after they pitch their idiotic dating site, and Tyler and Divya have class, marketing, or finance, something not there, Cameron did check him out. Cameron catches Mark by the hoodie sleeve, and asks “where are you going?” and “Come here,” and “oh. Yes. Yes.” Mark wants. Mark wants Wardo, but he’s 19 years old, he’ll take what he can get, and for the moment, he can’t get Wardo. He walks to the AEPi party from Cameron’s dorm room, and he feels… used. Dirty. Like he’s betrayed Wardo, which is silly, because it isn’t as if Wardo and Mark were official, or exclusive, or really even seeing each other at all. But still. Suddenly Mark knows why everything has been a blur, and he knows he needs to fix everything, and rounding that corner from Cameron’s suddenly the idea comes to him.
Mark finally gets to the party, and there are Wardo and Dustin, looking at a group of objectively pretty Asian girls wearing tiny dresses which are stupid in this weather. Wardo and Dustin talk about how Jewish guys and Asian girls are meant to be, and Mark fights the urge to punch everyone. Mark also wonders how Wardo can make even a Hawaiian shirt appealing.
Wardo loves the idea, agrees to put up the money. It’s a solid idea, a good plan, and Mark can tell that Wardo is impressed, but he still goes back into the party. Mark doesn’t go, that loop of Niagara Falls really was offensive, but he looks in the window, and sees Wardo talking up Amy Matsumura. Mark runs home, to wash Cameron Winklevoss off his skin.