Call Me
Title: Call Me
Pairing: Eduardo/Mark
Rating: R
Summary: Written for this prompt in the kink meme: "(334): He used my blackberry to make a voice recording of me orgasming, then set it as my ringtone while I was sleeping. I discovered this during a staff meeting this morning."
Warnings: I checked through a friend studying Portuguese and several different translator sites, but the Portuguese used is, still, probably rather broken and awful. My apologies to all who speak it fluently.
Story:
Mark had been falling asleep. That in itself isn’t unusual-these meetings are always rather early in the morning, and everyone knows Mark usually doesn’t get to sleep until 3 or 4am. For the most part, the meeting isn’t going over anything he doesn’t already know, and the things that are important are all going to be cataloged by Joanie and reviewed to him later, anyway.
The useless drone of Mark’s publicist going over the things he could do to improve his PR is suddenly overpowered by the sharp cry like someone in pain.
Everyone looks at Mark, who jumps slightly at the startle of being jolted awake from the vibration in his pocket.
“Shit, yes, oh God-”
Mark realizes dimly that it’s his phone making the noise, and that the noise is his voice. Two facts that everyone else seems well aware of as they all stare silently at him. The shouting gets louder as Mark fishes his phone out of his pocket.
“Harder. Harder,” his phone is screaming, shrill and loud and not anywhere near the normal volume for a ringtone. Mark finally pulls the phone up to his face, squinting curiously at the miniscule display screen instead of making any sort of effort to turn it off. “Fuck-yes-God, more, please…”
He should mute it and continue with the meeting, but he’s morbidly curious to see how long it goes on, and the meeting had been getting boring, anyway. He’s curious how this all happened without his notice-the recording, the making it a ringtone-he had no idea sex was so distracting. Or that he slept so soundly.
“Mr. Zuckerberg,” Mark’s publicist says awkwardly, his voice straining slightly in his throat as if it’s an effort to remain sounding professional while listening to his client having sex.
“Shh!” Dustin snaps, waving his arm frantically to cut him off. Chris puts his head in his hands. No one else moves.
“Mark,” Chris starts, sounding even more embarrassed than Mark’s publicist, but Dustin jabs him to silence whatever he’s about to say as a second voice joins the recording, breathy and quiet:
“Diz meu nome,” says the other voice, low and soft. The surrounding silence somehow gets quieter, and Mark finally has the decency to blush, his hands suddenly flying madly in an attempt to turn it off. “Diz meu nome pra mim.”
“Wa-” there’s a sharp beep and then the phone goes silent, cutting Mark’s voice a syllable short.
There’s silence for a few minutes as everyone takes in exactly what happened, and then Dustin pipes far too loudly, “How’s that for PR, Phil?”
Phil the publicist looks white as a sheet. He says nothing, but clears his throat several times. Chris groans. Joanie is laughing silently into her hand. Mark is still staring at his phone.
“Wasn’t that Portuguese?” Dustin pushes, “What was he saying?”
“Shut up,” Mark says, sounding wholly unperturbed, but the back of his neck is still bright scarlet. He gets to his feet and adds, “I’m going to get a drink.”
Dustin gets up to follow him. Chris attempts to grab his arm, but Dustin just shakes out of it, grinning from ear to ear. “Who was that, by the way?” he asks, keeping at Mark’s heels. “On the phone, I mean. Calling. Although, I guess if it’s the same person in your ringtone that answers my next-”
“You know who it was, Dustin.” Mark tells him flatly, leaning down to drink from the water fountain outside the conference room. Dustin waits patiently, bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet as Mark straightens and wiped his mouth. “And judging by that damn look on your face, I’d say I don’t need to specify anything.”
Dustin nods. “No, you weren’t being very secretive. Though it looks like you were being a little too secretive for Wardo’s taste, huh? So. The Portuguese. What’s it mean?”
“Nothing,” Mark says, though Dustin notices with a spike of glee that he’s blushing again. “It’s just words.”
“Words strung together make sentences, Mark,” Dustin says cheerfully.
“I will fire you,” Mark retorts.
“No you won’t,” Dustin says with such finality Mark wonders how he can possibly think he’s so safe. “I’ll just ask Wardo later, I guess,” Dustin says has they walk back into the conference room. “I’m sure he’d be happy to tell me.”
Joanie had apparently convinced Phil to go ahead and continue without Mark actually being in the room, because as Mark walks in, he’s already on his next point. Joanie is diligently taking notes, and Mark pretends everyone else is looking at Phil’s whiteboard, instead of him.
He calls Eduardo instead of going to lunch. “What the fuck, Wardo?”
Eduardo laughs. “Dustin called earlier,” he says, practically giggling, “Serves you right for not silencing your phone while you’re in a meeting, Mark.”
“I never mute my phone. I forget to turn it back on otherwise. You know that. You know that. You also know that I had a PR meeting this morning.”
He can practically hear Eduardo smirking. “I did,” he says without remorse.
“They heard you, too, you know,” Mark says darkly, annoyed by how uncharacteristically unfazed Eduardo is acting.
“Yes, I know. That’s why Dustin called, after all. But I sounded foreign and sexy.” He laughs, and Mark can’t help but smile a little. “I’m not surprised you let it go for that long. You have always loved listening to yourself talk.”
“I was curious,” Mark admits unashamedly. “How’d you make it my ringtone without me noticing?”
“Good sex always takes you out for the night,” Eduardo answers, smugness oozing from his voice, “It was easy.” He’s quiet for a moment, and then he asks, “Did they hear you say it?”
Mark knows what he’s asking, but still hesitates almost automatically. “Say what?”
“My name,” Eduardo answers knowingly-sounding disgustingly satisfied with himself.
“They know it was you, Eduardo, they heard your voice. No one else I know speaks Portuguese.”
“But you weren’t embarrassed until you said my name,” Eduardo says teasingly, “Well, that’s interesting.”
“No, it’s not,” Mark argues. “It wasn’t me it was-the Portuguese was-”
“-turning you on?” Eduardo finishes snidely.
“Shut up,” Mark says, his voice lacking any sort of its usual conviction. It hadn’t had much of its usual conviction at all lately. Not with Eduardo. Not anymore.
Eduardo is laughing now, and Mark’s almost positive that if someone else were to walk by him, they’d be able to hear it almost as loud and clear as his ringtone had been. “Eu te amo,” he says sweetly.
“No, you don’t,” Mark responds, smirking.
“Com todo meu coração,” Eduardo insists, honesty obvious under his laughter. Mark can almost see the teasingly affectionate look on his face.
“Yeah, yeah,” Mark answers.
He doesn’t always say it back. He doesn’t know any language to say it back in that wouldn’t be embarrassing for someone else to overhear. Eduardo doesn’t mind. “Bye, Mark,” he says gently.
“Goodbye, Wardo.”
Portuguese used:
Diz meu nome: "Say my name."
Diz meu nome pra mim: "Say my name for me."
Eu te amo: "I love you."
Com todo meu coração: "With all my heart."
Pairing: Eduardo/Mark
Rating: R
Summary: Written for this prompt in the kink meme: "(334): He used my blackberry to make a voice recording of me orgasming, then set it as my ringtone while I was sleeping. I discovered this during a staff meeting this morning."
Warnings: I checked through a friend studying Portuguese and several different translator sites, but the Portuguese used is, still, probably rather broken and awful. My apologies to all who speak it fluently.
Story:
Mark had been falling asleep. That in itself isn’t unusual-these meetings are always rather early in the morning, and everyone knows Mark usually doesn’t get to sleep until 3 or 4am. For the most part, the meeting isn’t going over anything he doesn’t already know, and the things that are important are all going to be cataloged by Joanie and reviewed to him later, anyway.
The useless drone of Mark’s publicist going over the things he could do to improve his PR is suddenly overpowered by the sharp cry like someone in pain.
Everyone looks at Mark, who jumps slightly at the startle of being jolted awake from the vibration in his pocket.
“Shit, yes, oh God-”
Mark realizes dimly that it’s his phone making the noise, and that the noise is his voice. Two facts that everyone else seems well aware of as they all stare silently at him. The shouting gets louder as Mark fishes his phone out of his pocket.
“Harder. Harder,” his phone is screaming, shrill and loud and not anywhere near the normal volume for a ringtone. Mark finally pulls the phone up to his face, squinting curiously at the miniscule display screen instead of making any sort of effort to turn it off. “Fuck-yes-God, more, please…”
He should mute it and continue with the meeting, but he’s morbidly curious to see how long it goes on, and the meeting had been getting boring, anyway. He’s curious how this all happened without his notice-the recording, the making it a ringtone-he had no idea sex was so distracting. Or that he slept so soundly.
“Mr. Zuckerberg,” Mark’s publicist says awkwardly, his voice straining slightly in his throat as if it’s an effort to remain sounding professional while listening to his client having sex.
“Shh!” Dustin snaps, waving his arm frantically to cut him off. Chris puts his head in his hands. No one else moves.
“Mark,” Chris starts, sounding even more embarrassed than Mark’s publicist, but Dustin jabs him to silence whatever he’s about to say as a second voice joins the recording, breathy and quiet:
“Diz meu nome,” says the other voice, low and soft. The surrounding silence somehow gets quieter, and Mark finally has the decency to blush, his hands suddenly flying madly in an attempt to turn it off. “Diz meu nome pra mim.”
“Wa-” there’s a sharp beep and then the phone goes silent, cutting Mark’s voice a syllable short.
There’s silence for a few minutes as everyone takes in exactly what happened, and then Dustin pipes far too loudly, “How’s that for PR, Phil?”
Phil the publicist looks white as a sheet. He says nothing, but clears his throat several times. Chris groans. Joanie is laughing silently into her hand. Mark is still staring at his phone.
“Wasn’t that Portuguese?” Dustin pushes, “What was he saying?”
“Shut up,” Mark says, sounding wholly unperturbed, but the back of his neck is still bright scarlet. He gets to his feet and adds, “I’m going to get a drink.”
Dustin gets up to follow him. Chris attempts to grab his arm, but Dustin just shakes out of it, grinning from ear to ear. “Who was that, by the way?” he asks, keeping at Mark’s heels. “On the phone, I mean. Calling. Although, I guess if it’s the same person in your ringtone that answers my next-”
“You know who it was, Dustin.” Mark tells him flatly, leaning down to drink from the water fountain outside the conference room. Dustin waits patiently, bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet as Mark straightens and wiped his mouth. “And judging by that damn look on your face, I’d say I don’t need to specify anything.”
Dustin nods. “No, you weren’t being very secretive. Though it looks like you were being a little too secretive for Wardo’s taste, huh? So. The Portuguese. What’s it mean?”
“Nothing,” Mark says, though Dustin notices with a spike of glee that he’s blushing again. “It’s just words.”
“Words strung together make sentences, Mark,” Dustin says cheerfully.
“I will fire you,” Mark retorts.
“No you won’t,” Dustin says with such finality Mark wonders how he can possibly think he’s so safe. “I’ll just ask Wardo later, I guess,” Dustin says has they walk back into the conference room. “I’m sure he’d be happy to tell me.”
Joanie had apparently convinced Phil to go ahead and continue without Mark actually being in the room, because as Mark walks in, he’s already on his next point. Joanie is diligently taking notes, and Mark pretends everyone else is looking at Phil’s whiteboard, instead of him.
He calls Eduardo instead of going to lunch. “What the fuck, Wardo?”
Eduardo laughs. “Dustin called earlier,” he says, practically giggling, “Serves you right for not silencing your phone while you’re in a meeting, Mark.”
“I never mute my phone. I forget to turn it back on otherwise. You know that. You know that. You also know that I had a PR meeting this morning.”
He can practically hear Eduardo smirking. “I did,” he says without remorse.
“They heard you, too, you know,” Mark says darkly, annoyed by how uncharacteristically unfazed Eduardo is acting.
“Yes, I know. That’s why Dustin called, after all. But I sounded foreign and sexy.” He laughs, and Mark can’t help but smile a little. “I’m not surprised you let it go for that long. You have always loved listening to yourself talk.”
“I was curious,” Mark admits unashamedly. “How’d you make it my ringtone without me noticing?”
“Good sex always takes you out for the night,” Eduardo answers, smugness oozing from his voice, “It was easy.” He’s quiet for a moment, and then he asks, “Did they hear you say it?”
Mark knows what he’s asking, but still hesitates almost automatically. “Say what?”
“My name,” Eduardo answers knowingly-sounding disgustingly satisfied with himself.
“They know it was you, Eduardo, they heard your voice. No one else I know speaks Portuguese.”
“But you weren’t embarrassed until you said my name,” Eduardo says teasingly, “Well, that’s interesting.”
“No, it’s not,” Mark argues. “It wasn’t me it was-the Portuguese was-”
“-turning you on?” Eduardo finishes snidely.
“Shut up,” Mark says, his voice lacking any sort of its usual conviction. It hadn’t had much of its usual conviction at all lately. Not with Eduardo. Not anymore.
Eduardo is laughing now, and Mark’s almost positive that if someone else were to walk by him, they’d be able to hear it almost as loud and clear as his ringtone had been. “Eu te amo,” he says sweetly.
“No, you don’t,” Mark responds, smirking.
“Com todo meu coração,” Eduardo insists, honesty obvious under his laughter. Mark can almost see the teasingly affectionate look on his face.
“Yeah, yeah,” Mark answers.
He doesn’t always say it back. He doesn’t know any language to say it back in that wouldn’t be embarrassing for someone else to overhear. Eduardo doesn’t mind. “Bye, Mark,” he says gently.
“Goodbye, Wardo.”
Portuguese used:
Diz meu nome: "Say my name."
Diz meu nome pra mim: "Say my name for me."
Eu te amo: "I love you."
Com todo meu coração: "With all my heart."