FIC: (Anything) You Need
FIC: (Anything) You Need
Pairing: Eduardo/Mark
Rating: NC17
Summary: Mark is stupid. Wardo is patient.
Author's Note the First: With a little sort-of-help from Leonard Cohen.
Author's Note the Second: Follows this.
All you do is call me, I'll be anything you need
Mark pulls the vodka that Enid brought round last time (he really, really likes Enid) out of the freezer compartment and drinks straight from the bottle, a deep swig that makes him cough. And then he sits on the sofa, and he holds his phone in his hand, and he thinks about Wardo and feels forlorn and stupid. He should do some coding. That usually helps. He really should do some coding.
But instead he has another mouthful of vodka, and then he decides it would be a very good idea to call Wardo and ask him where he is. And if he's with that girl then Mark can… drink some more.
So he scrolls down to Wardo's number and let's his phone dial, and when Wardo answers, Mark says, "Where are you?"
"I'm just coming up the stairs outside your suite, actually," Wardo says.
"What?" says Mark, but then he hears a knock both through the door and through the phone.
"Hello," Wardo shouts through the door. Mark is too stunned to move.
"Helloho," Wardo repeats, this time through the phone, and Mark remembers how to move and totally rocks the multitasking challenge of the night by not only getting up to let Wardo in, but also finding and pressing the call end button on his cell.
He opens the door just as Wardo is sliding his own phone back into the inside pocket of his suit. Mark opens his mouth to say something, What are you doing here? probably, but then he doesn't get to.
"Stupid," Wardo breathes against his lips, "Why are you so stupid." His fingers are deft on the zip of Mark's hoodie, and he's pushing the fabric off Mark's shoulders before he is even fully inside the suite it seems.
"I'm not stupid," Mark says defensively.
"Are, too," Wardo says and kisses him.
It all becomes a bit blurry after that, which is probably due to the vodka and to the beers he's had before and has nothing to do with the relative insanity of the situation, and Wardo's hands, and the practised ease with which he backs Mark into his room, onto his bed, and Wardo's mouth, which is everywhere at once.
Before Mark really knows what's happening Wardo is sliding down his body, taking off clothing (Mark's, not his own, unfortunately), trailing bites and licks and kisses, and Mark has to fist his hands in his sheets because he doesn't know where Wardo will stop, how much lower down he'll move and then he finds out when Wardo unceremoniously sucks Mark's cock deep into his mouth.
And if it wasn't for Wardo's hand tight around the base of Mark's dick then this would pretty much be the end of that, but Wardo knows what he's doing (but Mark is so not going into what that means because it makes his chest tight and hot with a jealousy worse than that for any girl), his other hand busy on Mark's chest, on his thigh, on his balls. And then the tip of Wardo's index finger ghosts over Mark's hole, and that's theoretically incredibly hot but also, given the context, slightly scary, and Mark really tries to be cool about it but he can't help tensing up.
"I don't know if I can…" he gasps as Wardo pulls back and then ducks down, mouth curving against Mark's thigh. "You don't have to." His eyes flick up to meet Mark's and his smile grows wider. "Don't worry, I can." And Marks gasps, maybe because of what he thinks Wardo has just suggested and maybe because Wardo chooses to follow up his words by dragging his tongue up the entire length of Mark's cock without breaking eye contact.
"Just enjoy this," Wardo whispers and his fingertip slipslides a little further inside and his hot, slick mouth is back around the tip of Mark's cock at the same time, and really, there is not much more you can do with that then enjoy, although that seems a strangely small word for what Mark is currently feeling. It doesn't take very long for him to have to push his hands into Wardo's hair and pull and breathlessly say, "Wardo, Wardo…" but Wardo doesn't get it and doesn't stop and Mark has to say, "I'm… so close…" and Wardo just hums and Mark realises that Wardo does get it but doesn't want to stop and then that obviously makes him come, hard and fast and helpless, and Wardo swallows and somehow makes it look like Mark's taste is delicious and just what he's always wanted.
"You're not naked," Mark says when he finally gets his breath back. Wardo is still down between his legs but has moved to licking the sweat off the crease between Mark's thigh and hip.
"That's true," Wardo answers seriously. "We could change that."
"Yeah," says Mark. "Let's."
Undressing Wardo is unexpectedly difficult (cufflinks, what the fuck) but actually also a really big turn-on, to the extent that it's slightly embarrassing how quickly Mark gets hard again, but hell, he's a teenaged boy, he's having sex, surely this is allowed.
And then there's an awkward moment when they are both naked, and on his bed, and Wardo arches an eyebrow, so Mark stammers something about the top drawer as his brain frantically flashes, over and over again, back to Don't worry, I can and he's not sure he can go through with this, but then Wardo's hands are busy on his cock, condom first, then slick lube and, no, yes, he's definitely ok with the situation overall, and even ok-er when Wardo starts kissing him, and then they are just lying there, making out for what seems like hours, Wardo's hand slow and steady on Mark's dick, until Wardo suddenly pulls away.
"How much have you had to drink?" he asks.
"Not much," Mark pants, "Wardo -"
"I don't want to take advantage of you," Wardo interrupts him, which is a strange thing to say, considering how he is also guiding Mark's fingers round to his asshole.
"You're not taking advantage of me," Mark says, irritably, and Wardo hums and tugs on his fingers, and Mark carefully, experimentally touches him there, which is weird, but then he thinks about touching himself like that, and how good it can feel, and apparently Wardo also thinks it feels good, because he keeps urging him on, and soon he's got two fingers in, then three, and Wardo's pretty much gasping for air and Mark prays for him to be ready soon and then Wardo moves, moves away from him, and then he swings himself up and then he's sliding down and Mark cannot even moan, this is so bizarre and new, and it's actually happening, and Wardo, Wardo, Wardo is fucking himself on his dick, slow and deep, and everything goes hazy. It's amazing, hot and tight, and Wardo is so crazily beautiful that Mark cannot quite fathom how he has never noticed that before. He's noticed girls openly staring, and some boys, too, but he's never fully understood until now just how exquisite Wardo truly is, and then Wardo speeds up and starts touching himself, and Mark wants to help, wants to jerk Wardo off, but he's too weak to move and then Wardo does this crazy rolling thing with his hips and his head falls back, and Mark aches and moans and comes, and then Wardo shudders, and suddenly Mark can move again, and put his hand on Wardo's dick and stroke, and Wardo comes too, all over their joined hands.
They fall asleep tangled together on the too-small bed, and it's surprisingly nice, and Wardo sneaks out in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, and when he comes back there is a frantic mutual hand-job, and then they sleep some more, and when they wake up properly they do it again, and all in all, that is how Mark loses his virginity to Eduardo. And sure, it's a pretty monumental thing, and it's great, and you always remember your first, but really, Mark doesn't think about it that often. When things start going awry, when an entire continent's worth of landmass comes between them, when Sean Parker comes between them, when truckloads of money and paperwork and lawyers come between them, he doesn't think about it that often.
He really doesn't.