this moment with you [Andrew/Jesse]
Title: this moment with you, or MTV FUCKERY (VERSION 1)
Pairing: Andrew Garfield/ Jesse Eisenberg; The Social Network
Rating: NC17
Words: 2,100
Disclaimer: DON’T GOOGLE YOURSELF. This is a fictional representation of my depraved fantasies and has absolutely nothing to do with the lovely people the events within are based off of.
Summary: So like, I started writing this in the chat basically before the awards had even started & we still weren’t sure if Jesse was coming or not. SO yeah this is completely AU, where everything worked out like we wanted it to & not the crap fest that it was.
Basically, it’s just for the porn. ;)
A/N: Completely unbeta’s so sorry for any mistakes. Dedicated to everyone in FYFF chatzy/tinychat becoss I love you all & thanks for making this excruciating experience bearable. Sorry this took so long! My roommate came home & we had to have a Serious Conversation, and I kept getting distracted by all the lovely Andrew pictures on tumblr lol.
There is a Version 2 as well, which I will finish tomorrow, but for now I need to go to bed. Thanks for reading!!
Andrew feels light headed and giddy from grinning too much. The stupid popcorn shaped award doesn’t really matter, well yeah it does a bit because it’s the first award he’s gotten for The Social Network, and it always feels amazing to have your work recognized, but it’s just the MTV awards, so whatever.
He’s got an arm slung over Jesse, packed into a booth at some glitzy bar in LA that Emma suggested with Rob and Kristen just hanging out, and he can’t remember the last time he actually had a chance to see so many of his friends at the same time.
Kristen is talking quietly with Jesse, catching up on the status of their cats or something, as Emma jokes with Rob and Andrew just sits back for a moment to soak it all up.
“Seriously, I didn’t cut you, but I fucked you? And you couldn’t even get the punch line right.” Emma shouts over the noise of the club at Rob across the table, thumping her beer down to stare at him with that slightly frightening Emma Stone Gaze tm.
“Hey man, I’m not the one who won best comedic performance for a reason. My skills set lies in the dramatic and brooding.”
Emma snorts, “Whatever fairy-boy.”
“I will also admit, I may not have been one hundred percent sober either.”
“You say that as if you ever are.”
“Touché, Miss Stone.” Rob says with a grin, “Speaking of which, can we get a few more rounds of shots please?” he asks a passing waitress.
The waitress comes back quickly with their drinks, leaving the tray on the table and giving Rob’s en shoulder a quick squeeze “Let me know if you need anything else,” she says before sauntering off back to the bar. Kristen subtly reaches over and extracts the napkin from under their drinks, which sure enough, Andrew can see part of a phone number written on. She folds the napkin into a paper airplane and hands it to Jesse, who scoots so he can face Andrew and does that thing where he bites his lip and grins and shoots the airplane over his shoulder.
Andrew’s face splits into a grin even wider than before and more than anything he wants to kiss the Jesse right there in the club. But he’d (grudgingly) agreed to no public displays of affection, cus Jesse had insisted, so instead he leans over and whispers in his ear, “For the record, I think we should have gotten best movie.” He says and bites at Jesse’s earlobe.
Predictably, Jesse blushes and shoves Andrew off, fidgeting slightly. Kristen just rolls her eyes at them and Emma makes a gagging sound in her throat. “Please guys, keep your disgusting adorableness elsewhere,” she says, helping Rob distribute the shot glasses filled with vodka to everyone.
Rob picks his up with a shit eating grin “To Twilight,” he says, “The hot mess that will never fail to make me look like an idiot.”
Kristen elbows him in the side, “It’s your own fault dumbass,” she says with a small smile and Andrew is struck again how similar she and Jesse sometimes look.
Rob just shrugs and downs his shot, everyone following suite.
“Acckhh.” Andrew says sticking his tongue out. “That’s awful stuff.”
“Not so bad,” says Emma, already picking up her second shot. “May I propose a toast? To Mr Pattinson and Mr Lautner, who is sadly not with us tonight, for best kiss?”
“Hell yeah.” Kristen grins, downing her drink.
Andrew raises his glass next, “And to the lovely fake ginger on my left, for the best singing-in-the-shower-scene!”
Emma sticks her tongue out at him, and drinks her shot anyway. “And to the stupid British boy who spends a ridiculous amount of time on his hair, and is not an emo fairy-boy, wait you both fit that category too damn,” Emma grins, “Monsieur Garfield for best break-up scene. Not break-out, they made a typo on your little statue thing.”
The next shot goes down much easier, and Andrew can feel his lips tingling slightly. Jesse hasn’t touched his though he notices so he plucks up another glass, “To Jesse for best portrayal of a pretentious duchebag and captain obvious in the same sentence.”
“You can thank Sorkin for that one,” Jesse says, but he finally drinks his shot, making the most adorable scrunched up face when the burning alcohol hits his tongue.
And so it goes on, making ridiculous toasts to one another, and Andrew losses count of how many beers he’s had and how many shots he drinks, but probably a little too much if the way he almost promptly almost falls over upon standing up and has to grab at Jesse’s arm for support is any indication. Also the way he’s been telling everyone how much he loves them all for the past half hour.
Outside, he hugs Rob and Kristen who are staying at a different hotel, and makes promises that they’ll see each other again later, and bundles into a cab with Jesse and Emma, who is actually going back to her apartment, but Andrew’s hotel is on the same side of town at least and she is still chattering away with Jesse so they agree to ride together.
Jesse and Emma are talking about Zombieland 2, so Andrew just laces his fingers through Jesse’s and sticks his nose into his neck for the duration of the ride back.
At the hotel, Andrew’s legs are all over the place and Emma has to help him out of the cab before passing him off to Jesse. “Lightweight,” she says, smacking him on the shoulder playfully. “Can you get him up okay?” she asks turning to Jesse.
Jesse nods as Andrew mumbles, “ ’m not, you’re just crazyyy,” into his shoulder. He can feel the muscles of Jesse’s shoulder move beneath him as he waves to Emma getting back in the cab.
“We’ll be fine, see you later Em.” Jesse says, and Andrew makes a half-hearted wave in her direction, but is more interested in the close up view he now has of the freckle on Jesse’s neck, which he sticks his tongue out and licks.
Jesse yelps, and hooks an arm under Andrews, pulling him into the hotel. “C’mon you, let’s get you to bed.”
“Mmm, bed.” Is Andrew’s only reply as he is too busy nuzzling into Jesse’s curls to think of anything wittier at the moment.
Finally they make it to the room and Jesse manages to get the door open after three tries. As soon as they’re inside though, Andrew grabs his arms so he can’t escape this time and kisses Jesse like he’s wanted to all evening, at the bar, after the show, when Jesse announced his name for Best Break Out Star, his blue eyes endless and shining brightly is the spot lights of the stage.
Jesse’s mouth opens beneath his, coaxing Andrew tongue into his and licking into his mouth. Jesse tastes like beer and rain and everything that is wonderful, so Andrew just kisses him again and again there against the door.
There is a tug at Andrew’s hair where Jesse’s hand has come up to rest itself, “Bed now?” he asks.
“God yes,” Andrew breathes, but goes back in for another kiss which Jesse allows before breaking it off and pulling him in the direction of the bed in the middle of the room, toeing off his sneakers and shrugging out of his blazer as he walks. Andrew collapses with a boneless thump, scooting up and grabbing Jesse’s wrist to pull him down to the bed and attaches his mouth to his neck, tonguing patterns into the skin above his collar.
Andrew fumbles with the buttons of Jesse’s shirt as the other boy pushes up his t-shirt, long fingers skirting lightly over his chest and ribcage before moving down to undo his belt. Andrew groans, throwing his head back against the pillows when Jesse finally reaches a hand into his pants to cup his aching dick. He lifts his hips to let Jesse push his pants further down his legs, eyes blown wide open when Jesse sucks at his exposed neck and buries one hand in his curls.
“Too many clothes Jess,” he says, not caring how whiney he sounds when he says it as he paws uselessly at the buttons of Jesse’s pink shirt. As much as he’d like to just rip the shirt off him, he knows Jesse would not be happy if he did that.
Jesse pulls back to remove the offending piece of clothing and Andrew pulls off his own shirt in a quick movement, moaning hungrily when Jesse swoops back down to capture him mouth in another kiss. Andrew manages to undo the buttons of his slacks, and slips one hand inside Jesse’s boxers to stroke at his cock, already hard and aching.
Jesse makes a strangled choked off noise in the back of his throat and pressed thin hips deeper into Andrew’s fingers, panting harsh and just breathing into his mouth. Andrew presses a kiss to his jaw drags his thumb over the head of Jesse’s cock making him whimper and grind down again.
“Ah, Andrew wait,” he gasps out, using all his will power to extract the other boy’s hands from his pants. “Wanna blow you.”
His cocks give an interested twitch at that and Andrew’s hands tangle in Jesse’s hair, pulling him back down for a bruising kiss. “Love you,” he whispers into Jesse’s lips as he hooks his thumbs into his waistband.
Jesse slides down the bed, pausing to lick at the hollow in his collar bone and the light dusting of freckles on his ribcage and kiss the insides if his thighs before finally reaching his cock. Jesse places a kiss to the head and takes a moment to make Andrew whine in frustration, adjusting his hands at the base, before finally finally opening those ridiculously red lips and enveloping Andrew in wet lovely heat.
He traces his tongue along the vein and Andrew’s eyes flutter shut his mouth falling open “Jesus Jess,” he gasps out, breath coming out in hot broken pants as Jesse practically writes the alphabet along the underside of his cock before humming in reply causing Andrew to tighten his grip in his hair, hips stuttering up needing more more more of that beautiful wet heat, but at the same time trying not to hurt Jesse.
Jesse hums again, hands splaying out on Andrew’s hips to hold him down as he hollows his cheeks and bobs his head and drags his teeth lightly over his oversensitive skin before swirling his tongue around the head and across his slit to taste the precome there. Andrew moans, his back arching off the bed , hips pinned down by Jesse’s hands.
“Fuck, Jesse, I’m gonna-“ he breathes, hands pulling at Jesse’s curls.
But Jesse just slides back down anyway, taking Andrew as deep as he can go, and hums until Andrew is coming down his throat, sobbing out Jesse’s name eyes blown wide, his vision going white as Jesse swallows, riding him through his orgasm and licking at his over sensitive cock softening against his lips.
Andrew hauls him up and kisses him uncaring of his own taste slightly bitter on Jesse’s tongue. “You’re so amazing,” he says into Jesse’s temple, pressing kisses to the curls there and the high spots of color in his cheeks. “So beautiful.” Andrew kisses at the corner to Jesse’s mouth, licking inside when the other boy shifts and opens for another long slow kiss, which soon turns into frantic gasps when Andrew slips a hand inside Jesse’s boxers.
He palms the head of Jesse’s cock, and wraps his long fingers around the shaft, stroking quickly as Jesse pants, grinding into Andrew’s hip. He can tell he is close from the mewling whines he starts to make, and Andrew captures his mouth again for a kiss, sucking on his tongue as he speeds his hand up until Jesse is tensing against him, coming all over Andrew’s hand.
Jesse shudders and collapses boneless on Andrew’s chest, shifting his hips slightly so Andrew can strip up his boxers and clean up a bit before tossing them to the floor.
“Jess,” he says, kissing his eyelids lightly.
“Hmm?”
“Love you.”
“Love you too,” Jesse mumbles, pressing a soft kiss to Andrew’s lips before snuggling down , arms latched tight around his chest.
Andrew lets out a contented sigh, and runs his fingers through Jesse’s hair again, before kicking at the blankets enough to draw them over the both of them and falling into a happy sated sleep.
-fin-
Pairing: Andrew Garfield/ Jesse Eisenberg; The Social Network
Rating: NC17
Words: 2,100
Disclaimer: DON’T GOOGLE YOURSELF. This is a fictional representation of my depraved fantasies and has absolutely nothing to do with the lovely people the events within are based off of.
Summary: So like, I started writing this in the chat basically before the awards had even started & we still weren’t sure if Jesse was coming or not. SO yeah this is completely AU, where everything worked out like we wanted it to & not the crap fest that it was.
Basically, it’s just for the porn. ;)
A/N: Completely unbeta’s so sorry for any mistakes. Dedicated to everyone in FYFF chatzy/tinychat becoss I love you all & thanks for making this excruciating experience bearable. Sorry this took so long! My roommate came home & we had to have a Serious Conversation, and I kept getting distracted by all the lovely Andrew pictures on tumblr lol.
There is a Version 2 as well, which I will finish tomorrow, but for now I need to go to bed. Thanks for reading!!
Andrew feels light headed and giddy from grinning too much. The stupid popcorn shaped award doesn’t really matter, well yeah it does a bit because it’s the first award he’s gotten for The Social Network, and it always feels amazing to have your work recognized, but it’s just the MTV awards, so whatever.
He’s got an arm slung over Jesse, packed into a booth at some glitzy bar in LA that Emma suggested with Rob and Kristen just hanging out, and he can’t remember the last time he actually had a chance to see so many of his friends at the same time.
Kristen is talking quietly with Jesse, catching up on the status of their cats or something, as Emma jokes with Rob and Andrew just sits back for a moment to soak it all up.
“Seriously, I didn’t cut you, but I fucked you? And you couldn’t even get the punch line right.” Emma shouts over the noise of the club at Rob across the table, thumping her beer down to stare at him with that slightly frightening Emma Stone Gaze tm.
“Hey man, I’m not the one who won best comedic performance for a reason. My skills set lies in the dramatic and brooding.”
Emma snorts, “Whatever fairy-boy.”
“I will also admit, I may not have been one hundred percent sober either.”
“You say that as if you ever are.”
“Touché, Miss Stone.” Rob says with a grin, “Speaking of which, can we get a few more rounds of shots please?” he asks a passing waitress.
The waitress comes back quickly with their drinks, leaving the tray on the table and giving Rob’s en shoulder a quick squeeze “Let me know if you need anything else,” she says before sauntering off back to the bar. Kristen subtly reaches over and extracts the napkin from under their drinks, which sure enough, Andrew can see part of a phone number written on. She folds the napkin into a paper airplane and hands it to Jesse, who scoots so he can face Andrew and does that thing where he bites his lip and grins and shoots the airplane over his shoulder.
Andrew’s face splits into a grin even wider than before and more than anything he wants to kiss the Jesse right there in the club. But he’d (grudgingly) agreed to no public displays of affection, cus Jesse had insisted, so instead he leans over and whispers in his ear, “For the record, I think we should have gotten best movie.” He says and bites at Jesse’s earlobe.
Predictably, Jesse blushes and shoves Andrew off, fidgeting slightly. Kristen just rolls her eyes at them and Emma makes a gagging sound in her throat. “Please guys, keep your disgusting adorableness elsewhere,” she says, helping Rob distribute the shot glasses filled with vodka to everyone.
Rob picks his up with a shit eating grin “To Twilight,” he says, “The hot mess that will never fail to make me look like an idiot.”
Kristen elbows him in the side, “It’s your own fault dumbass,” she says with a small smile and Andrew is struck again how similar she and Jesse sometimes look.
Rob just shrugs and downs his shot, everyone following suite.
“Acckhh.” Andrew says sticking his tongue out. “That’s awful stuff.”
“Not so bad,” says Emma, already picking up her second shot. “May I propose a toast? To Mr Pattinson and Mr Lautner, who is sadly not with us tonight, for best kiss?”
“Hell yeah.” Kristen grins, downing her drink.
Andrew raises his glass next, “And to the lovely fake ginger on my left, for the best singing-in-the-shower-scene!”
Emma sticks her tongue out at him, and drinks her shot anyway. “And to the stupid British boy who spends a ridiculous amount of time on his hair, and is not an emo fairy-boy, wait you both fit that category too damn,” Emma grins, “Monsieur Garfield for best break-up scene. Not break-out, they made a typo on your little statue thing.”
The next shot goes down much easier, and Andrew can feel his lips tingling slightly. Jesse hasn’t touched his though he notices so he plucks up another glass, “To Jesse for best portrayal of a pretentious duchebag and captain obvious in the same sentence.”
“You can thank Sorkin for that one,” Jesse says, but he finally drinks his shot, making the most adorable scrunched up face when the burning alcohol hits his tongue.
And so it goes on, making ridiculous toasts to one another, and Andrew losses count of how many beers he’s had and how many shots he drinks, but probably a little too much if the way he almost promptly almost falls over upon standing up and has to grab at Jesse’s arm for support is any indication. Also the way he’s been telling everyone how much he loves them all for the past half hour.
Outside, he hugs Rob and Kristen who are staying at a different hotel, and makes promises that they’ll see each other again later, and bundles into a cab with Jesse and Emma, who is actually going back to her apartment, but Andrew’s hotel is on the same side of town at least and she is still chattering away with Jesse so they agree to ride together.
Jesse and Emma are talking about Zombieland 2, so Andrew just laces his fingers through Jesse’s and sticks his nose into his neck for the duration of the ride back.
At the hotel, Andrew’s legs are all over the place and Emma has to help him out of the cab before passing him off to Jesse. “Lightweight,” she says, smacking him on the shoulder playfully. “Can you get him up okay?” she asks turning to Jesse.
Jesse nods as Andrew mumbles, “ ’m not, you’re just crazyyy,” into his shoulder. He can feel the muscles of Jesse’s shoulder move beneath him as he waves to Emma getting back in the cab.
“We’ll be fine, see you later Em.” Jesse says, and Andrew makes a half-hearted wave in her direction, but is more interested in the close up view he now has of the freckle on Jesse’s neck, which he sticks his tongue out and licks.
Jesse yelps, and hooks an arm under Andrews, pulling him into the hotel. “C’mon you, let’s get you to bed.”
“Mmm, bed.” Is Andrew’s only reply as he is too busy nuzzling into Jesse’s curls to think of anything wittier at the moment.
Finally they make it to the room and Jesse manages to get the door open after three tries. As soon as they’re inside though, Andrew grabs his arms so he can’t escape this time and kisses Jesse like he’s wanted to all evening, at the bar, after the show, when Jesse announced his name for Best Break Out Star, his blue eyes endless and shining brightly is the spot lights of the stage.
Jesse’s mouth opens beneath his, coaxing Andrew tongue into his and licking into his mouth. Jesse tastes like beer and rain and everything that is wonderful, so Andrew just kisses him again and again there against the door.
There is a tug at Andrew’s hair where Jesse’s hand has come up to rest itself, “Bed now?” he asks.
“God yes,” Andrew breathes, but goes back in for another kiss which Jesse allows before breaking it off and pulling him in the direction of the bed in the middle of the room, toeing off his sneakers and shrugging out of his blazer as he walks. Andrew collapses with a boneless thump, scooting up and grabbing Jesse’s wrist to pull him down to the bed and attaches his mouth to his neck, tonguing patterns into the skin above his collar.
Andrew fumbles with the buttons of Jesse’s shirt as the other boy pushes up his t-shirt, long fingers skirting lightly over his chest and ribcage before moving down to undo his belt. Andrew groans, throwing his head back against the pillows when Jesse finally reaches a hand into his pants to cup his aching dick. He lifts his hips to let Jesse push his pants further down his legs, eyes blown wide open when Jesse sucks at his exposed neck and buries one hand in his curls.
“Too many clothes Jess,” he says, not caring how whiney he sounds when he says it as he paws uselessly at the buttons of Jesse’s pink shirt. As much as he’d like to just rip the shirt off him, he knows Jesse would not be happy if he did that.
Jesse pulls back to remove the offending piece of clothing and Andrew pulls off his own shirt in a quick movement, moaning hungrily when Jesse swoops back down to capture him mouth in another kiss. Andrew manages to undo the buttons of his slacks, and slips one hand inside Jesse’s boxers to stroke at his cock, already hard and aching.
Jesse makes a strangled choked off noise in the back of his throat and pressed thin hips deeper into Andrew’s fingers, panting harsh and just breathing into his mouth. Andrew presses a kiss to his jaw drags his thumb over the head of Jesse’s cock making him whimper and grind down again.
“Ah, Andrew wait,” he gasps out, using all his will power to extract the other boy’s hands from his pants. “Wanna blow you.”
His cocks give an interested twitch at that and Andrew’s hands tangle in Jesse’s hair, pulling him back down for a bruising kiss. “Love you,” he whispers into Jesse’s lips as he hooks his thumbs into his waistband.
Jesse slides down the bed, pausing to lick at the hollow in his collar bone and the light dusting of freckles on his ribcage and kiss the insides if his thighs before finally reaching his cock. Jesse places a kiss to the head and takes a moment to make Andrew whine in frustration, adjusting his hands at the base, before finally finally opening those ridiculously red lips and enveloping Andrew in wet lovely heat.
He traces his tongue along the vein and Andrew’s eyes flutter shut his mouth falling open “Jesus Jess,” he gasps out, breath coming out in hot broken pants as Jesse practically writes the alphabet along the underside of his cock before humming in reply causing Andrew to tighten his grip in his hair, hips stuttering up needing more more more of that beautiful wet heat, but at the same time trying not to hurt Jesse.
Jesse hums again, hands splaying out on Andrew’s hips to hold him down as he hollows his cheeks and bobs his head and drags his teeth lightly over his oversensitive skin before swirling his tongue around the head and across his slit to taste the precome there. Andrew moans, his back arching off the bed , hips pinned down by Jesse’s hands.
“Fuck, Jesse, I’m gonna-“ he breathes, hands pulling at Jesse’s curls.
But Jesse just slides back down anyway, taking Andrew as deep as he can go, and hums until Andrew is coming down his throat, sobbing out Jesse’s name eyes blown wide, his vision going white as Jesse swallows, riding him through his orgasm and licking at his over sensitive cock softening against his lips.
Andrew hauls him up and kisses him uncaring of his own taste slightly bitter on Jesse’s tongue. “You’re so amazing,” he says into Jesse’s temple, pressing kisses to the curls there and the high spots of color in his cheeks. “So beautiful.” Andrew kisses at the corner to Jesse’s mouth, licking inside when the other boy shifts and opens for another long slow kiss, which soon turns into frantic gasps when Andrew slips a hand inside Jesse’s boxers.
He palms the head of Jesse’s cock, and wraps his long fingers around the shaft, stroking quickly as Jesse pants, grinding into Andrew’s hip. He can tell he is close from the mewling whines he starts to make, and Andrew captures his mouth again for a kiss, sucking on his tongue as he speeds his hand up until Jesse is tensing against him, coming all over Andrew’s hand.
Jesse shudders and collapses boneless on Andrew’s chest, shifting his hips slightly so Andrew can strip up his boxers and clean up a bit before tossing them to the floor.
“Jess,” he says, kissing his eyelids lightly.
“Hmm?”
“Love you.”
“Love you too,” Jesse mumbles, pressing a soft kiss to Andrew’s lips before snuggling down , arms latched tight around his chest.
Andrew lets out a contented sigh, and runs his fingers through Jesse’s hair again, before kicking at the blankets enough to draw them over the both of them and falling into a happy sated sleep.
-fin-