i caught a glimpse and now it haunts me
a cracked smile, a silent shout
the social network (mark/eduardo)
title from this song
an expansion of the infamous bathroom scene
Christy was arguably the hotter of the two, Mark mused as he noted the way she leant into Eduardo’s arm when it draped over the back of her chair, but it was in a very conscious, specific way that Mark liked the idea of, rather than the reality of her taking twenty minutes to freshen up while Wardo kept the drinks coming. She was also inarguably the louder of the two. The other one, Alice, who he supposed was his date, was prettier in a softer way, lower-maintenance and she kept quiet, smiled and giggled at the right times.
She didn’t speak directly to him until Christy was feeding Eduardo some of her salad, the alcohol impairing her aim and making some of the dressing drip over his lower lip. Eduardo grinned bashfully and Christy leaned further toward him and Mark wrenched his head to the side, attempting to focus on Alice. She was saying-something, but he could see, in his periphery, Christy tugging at Wardo's lip with her teeth, and instead of responding, he lunged forward, pressing his mouth against Alice's with more force than he intended.
Her mouth stayed soft against his though, and welcoming and she opened up for him, one hand coming up to cup the back of his neck, kissing with an intensity of attraction Mark hadn’t felt from her all night. He lost track of precisely how long the kiss lasted but when he pulled away, slightly dazed and short of breath, her hand still around his neck, Eduardo and Christy had disappeared. He wasn’t particularly concerned about it though, seeing as Alice's hand was on his inside of his thigh, small and very warm, and when she breathed into his ear, "let's go somewhere," he nodded, blood pounding in his ears, and let himself be led through the club, toward the unisex bathroom which, before this point, had served mostly to drive home the fact that this club was far too hip for him, like the stained oak chairs and the clear glass tables they'd been seated at all night.
He could hear a rustling in the stall next to theirs as they banged inside, a shocked gasp and then, in low tones, "ohmygod." It came to him much slower than it ought to have, his mind clouded by alcohol and lust, that there was only one person who ran his words together in quite that way, who'd have sex in a bathroom and then be genuinely surprised when someone walked in.
He should have stopped it there, should've done the smart thing and gone back to his dorm and all the security tests he had been in the middle of running when Eduardo had wheedled him into coming to the Gates speech, but Alice was pulling down his zipper, yanking his jeans around his ankles, and if Eduardo wasn't going to stop-- and he clearly wasn't, what with Christy's breathy "I don't care" and the responding surprised moan -- why should Mark?
Still, when he felt her breath hot on the tip of his cock he couldn't help but make noise, a high breathy sound that he was ashamed of, knowing that Eduardo had heard it, at least until Alice wrapped her mouth around him. Erica had gone down on him a couple times and it had been good but he didn't want to think about her right now and besides, this was something entirely different. Her tongue was doing something with the head of his cock that made his knees buckle. Uncharacteristically uncertain of what to do with his hands, he left them in the pockets of his hoodie, clenching and unclenching convulsively.
There was something else different about this time, something besides the technique, the skilled hand gripping the base of his dick. He knew, when the wall of the stall shook that it was Eduardo knocking his head back against the wooden divider, and that Wardo could probably hear the wet pop of Alice's mouth when she pulled away to catch her breath. It was like double-vision, it was happening to him and Eduardo was watching it happen to him and he was hearing Wardo, the stutter of his breath and the squeak of the soles of his shoes against the tiles as he struggled to stay upright. There was a smell, thick and heady and familiar, that Mark would’ve sworn was Eduardo’s aftershave had that made any sense, like, at all, and he was reminded suddenly of Eduardo leaning close to him on the couch that evening, close enough for Mark to know he’d just shaved, Eduardo saying that he wants to help, anything Mark needs, anything-
And now he can hear, a foot away, in the same room, the choked noise Wardo makes in his throat and Mark knows he’s coming and he doesn’t have time to warn Alice like he knows he should, he just comes in a violent rush, his knees shaking, his nails digging crescent marks into his palms. His head knocks against the door hard enough to make his ears ring as he tries to catch his breath. He might have been hyperventilating a little.
He hasn’t come like that in a long time.
“Wow,” he whispers as Alice gets up off her knees, wincing a bit and bracing herself against the side of the stall.
She smiles a little, tilts her face as if waiting to be kissed, but he's not particularly interested in tasting his own semen so he presses his lips to the corner of her mouth and says, "Th-thank you very much." He feels at once disproportionately grateful and guilty.
Her eyes flick down toward her shoes, as if she’s checking for stains, and she's silent as she walks to the sink and sticks her mouth under the tap. The familiar, if unusually shallow, sound of Eduardo's breathing fills the air underneath the rushing of water. Mark zips up his jeans.
He keeps his eyes on the bathroom mirror as Eduardo and Christy walk out of their stall, studies himself, his blown pupils and his pink cheeks. He’s not ready to look directly at Eduardo.
"We need a couple minutes," Christy says, standing on her toes to smack a kiss on Eduardo's lips. Since Eduardo is such a gentleman and a scholar or whatever, he doesn’t even flinch, just slides his hand down the small of her back and turns away from her, toward Mark, beaming. It’s infectious, like most of Wardo’s smiles, and Mark starts coming back to himself a little.
“C’mon, Mark,” he says, his voice heavy with affection, and Mark manages to make his limbs work, at least until Wardo’s palm cups the nape of his neck, his hand slightly damp. Mark stumbles a little and Wardo laughs, pulling him close and guiding him out the bathroom door. He smells like aftershave.
I am literally incapable of mixing for this fandom, so I guess I am writing? gah 1100 words of blowjob fic that wouldn't fit into the longer Mark/Eduardo fic I am attempting to write. Getting into Mark's head is unfortunate and uncomfortable, especially having to say unpleasant things about women :( but idk I am far too in love Eduardo to be able to write something from his perspective. Unbeta'd because no one who isn't in this fandom should have to suffer through this fic.
the social network (mark/eduardo)
title from this song
an expansion of the infamous bathroom scene
Christy was arguably the hotter of the two, Mark mused as he noted the way she leant into Eduardo’s arm when it draped over the back of her chair, but it was in a very conscious, specific way that Mark liked the idea of, rather than the reality of her taking twenty minutes to freshen up while Wardo kept the drinks coming. She was also inarguably the louder of the two. The other one, Alice, who he supposed was his date, was prettier in a softer way, lower-maintenance and she kept quiet, smiled and giggled at the right times.
She didn’t speak directly to him until Christy was feeding Eduardo some of her salad, the alcohol impairing her aim and making some of the dressing drip over his lower lip. Eduardo grinned bashfully and Christy leaned further toward him and Mark wrenched his head to the side, attempting to focus on Alice. She was saying-something, but he could see, in his periphery, Christy tugging at Wardo's lip with her teeth, and instead of responding, he lunged forward, pressing his mouth against Alice's with more force than he intended.
Her mouth stayed soft against his though, and welcoming and she opened up for him, one hand coming up to cup the back of his neck, kissing with an intensity of attraction Mark hadn’t felt from her all night. He lost track of precisely how long the kiss lasted but when he pulled away, slightly dazed and short of breath, her hand still around his neck, Eduardo and Christy had disappeared. He wasn’t particularly concerned about it though, seeing as Alice's hand was on his inside of his thigh, small and very warm, and when she breathed into his ear, "let's go somewhere," he nodded, blood pounding in his ears, and let himself be led through the club, toward the unisex bathroom which, before this point, had served mostly to drive home the fact that this club was far too hip for him, like the stained oak chairs and the clear glass tables they'd been seated at all night.
He could hear a rustling in the stall next to theirs as they banged inside, a shocked gasp and then, in low tones, "ohmygod." It came to him much slower than it ought to have, his mind clouded by alcohol and lust, that there was only one person who ran his words together in quite that way, who'd have sex in a bathroom and then be genuinely surprised when someone walked in.
He should have stopped it there, should've done the smart thing and gone back to his dorm and all the security tests he had been in the middle of running when Eduardo had wheedled him into coming to the Gates speech, but Alice was pulling down his zipper, yanking his jeans around his ankles, and if Eduardo wasn't going to stop-- and he clearly wasn't, what with Christy's breathy "I don't care" and the responding surprised moan -- why should Mark?
Still, when he felt her breath hot on the tip of his cock he couldn't help but make noise, a high breathy sound that he was ashamed of, knowing that Eduardo had heard it, at least until Alice wrapped her mouth around him. Erica had gone down on him a couple times and it had been good but he didn't want to think about her right now and besides, this was something entirely different. Her tongue was doing something with the head of his cock that made his knees buckle. Uncharacteristically uncertain of what to do with his hands, he left them in the pockets of his hoodie, clenching and unclenching convulsively.
There was something else different about this time, something besides the technique, the skilled hand gripping the base of his dick. He knew, when the wall of the stall shook that it was Eduardo knocking his head back against the wooden divider, and that Wardo could probably hear the wet pop of Alice's mouth when she pulled away to catch her breath. It was like double-vision, it was happening to him and Eduardo was watching it happen to him and he was hearing Wardo, the stutter of his breath and the squeak of the soles of his shoes against the tiles as he struggled to stay upright. There was a smell, thick and heady and familiar, that Mark would’ve sworn was Eduardo’s aftershave had that made any sense, like, at all, and he was reminded suddenly of Eduardo leaning close to him on the couch that evening, close enough for Mark to know he’d just shaved, Eduardo saying that he wants to help, anything Mark needs, anything-
And now he can hear, a foot away, in the same room, the choked noise Wardo makes in his throat and Mark knows he’s coming and he doesn’t have time to warn Alice like he knows he should, he just comes in a violent rush, his knees shaking, his nails digging crescent marks into his palms. His head knocks against the door hard enough to make his ears ring as he tries to catch his breath. He might have been hyperventilating a little.
He hasn’t come like that in a long time.
“Wow,” he whispers as Alice gets up off her knees, wincing a bit and bracing herself against the side of the stall.
She smiles a little, tilts her face as if waiting to be kissed, but he's not particularly interested in tasting his own semen so he presses his lips to the corner of her mouth and says, "Th-thank you very much." He feels at once disproportionately grateful and guilty.
Her eyes flick down toward her shoes, as if she’s checking for stains, and she's silent as she walks to the sink and sticks her mouth under the tap. The familiar, if unusually shallow, sound of Eduardo's breathing fills the air underneath the rushing of water. Mark zips up his jeans.
He keeps his eyes on the bathroom mirror as Eduardo and Christy walk out of their stall, studies himself, his blown pupils and his pink cheeks. He’s not ready to look directly at Eduardo.
"We need a couple minutes," Christy says, standing on her toes to smack a kiss on Eduardo's lips. Since Eduardo is such a gentleman and a scholar or whatever, he doesn’t even flinch, just slides his hand down the small of her back and turns away from her, toward Mark, beaming. It’s infectious, like most of Wardo’s smiles, and Mark starts coming back to himself a little.
“C’mon, Mark,” he says, his voice heavy with affection, and Mark manages to make his limbs work, at least until Wardo’s palm cups the nape of his neck, his hand slightly damp. Mark stumbles a little and Wardo laughs, pulling him close and guiding him out the bathroom door. He smells like aftershave.
I am literally incapable of mixing for this fandom, so I guess I am writing? gah 1100 words of blowjob fic that wouldn't fit into the longer Mark/Eduardo fic I am attempting to write. Getting into Mark's head is unfortunate and uncomfortable, especially having to say unpleasant things about women :( but idk I am far too in love Eduardo to be able to write something from his perspective. Unbeta'd because no one who isn't in this fandom should have to suffer through this fic.