TSN prompt fic round up.
Info That Applies to All Drabbles
Author: tafidadarling
Fandom: The Social Network which belongs to Columbia Pictures.
Pairing(s): Jesse/Andrew, Mark/Eduardo, Sean and mention of Dustin.
Rating: FRT to FRAO. Each one is labeled individually.
Notes: These are all the responses I've written for the comment fic party going on over at mark_eduardo.
Title: Digital Getdown
Rating: FRAO
Prompt: slashyelizabeth asked for "Cybersex and/or webcam. Because c'mon. Mark lives through computers and coding."
Notes: I wrote a sequel for it which is tagged on at the end as well.
As far as everyone else could tell, Mark was too absorbed in his coding to know what was going on in the meeting. That was partially true. He wasn’t paying much attention to what was being said, but he did notice someone was missing. Someone who was supposed to be there.
Eduardo wasn’t required to attend all board meetings, but this time they were to go over something important. Oh shit. Mark forgot to listen out for that. He’d have to ask Dustin later.
Mark was happy, though not surprised, that he was able to convince Eduardo to a video chat. Just to discuss the meeting. Nothing more, nothing less. Mark did have something else in mind, however, and Eduardo would have to forget all the years he had known his ex-friend to think otherwise.
“Shit Wardo. You look like a mess,” Mark said once they were connected. Eduardo’s shirt had several buttons undone, his hair was messy from running his hand through it as he often did when worried and his eyes were bloodshot.
“You called at a bad time,” Eduardo muttered. “And fuck you. I thought we were discussing the meeting.”
“We are. You look like shit. You missed the meeting. So why?”
“You lost the right to ask me about my personal life a long time ago Mark.” There. He did it again, his long fingers pushing the normally styled hair back. Mark tried to ignore the strange feeling it caused him to see Eduardo upset like this. It didn’t work.
“We all have a life outside of Facebook and know how to keep it separate.”
Eduardo exploded. “Seriously? Mark, you’re in your office and it’s, what, 9p.m. there. You have no personal life. Is that why you did this? Needed contact with another person outside of work? I hate to break it to you, but this doesn’t count.”
“Is it because your boyfriend broke up with you?” Mark asked calmly.
“What?”
“You shouldn’t be shocked I check your page. Todd, I believe his name is. His status now says ‘single’ but yours still is ‘in a relationship’ so I’m assuming he did the dumping.”
“You’re an asshole.”
“To be honest, he’s only average looking. You could do better. I mean that Wardo. In all his pictures he’s dressed like a slob, his hair hasn’t been combed…”
“Stop it Mark. I’m disconnecting now.”
“I know why you went out with him. Why you settled for that. He looks like who you really want.”
“Oh, and who would that be?” Eduardo asked, his lips pressed tightly together. He knew Mark had finally figured it out. He doubted this would end well now, but nothing with Mark ever did.
“It’s why you’d do anything I asked,” Mark continued, blatantly not answering Eduardo. “You still would, wouldn’t you?”
“No Mark. I’m done with that game. I don’t think I’ll be coming to anymore meetings. Goodnight.”
“Unbutton your shirt the rest of the way.”
“Excuse me?”
“You know I hate repeating myself.”
“I’m not going to do it.”
“You know you will.” Mark had the audacity to smirk at that.
“Fine. Is this how you want to do this? Let’s go.” Eduardo unbuttoned his shirt but left it hanging on his shoulders.
“I should have been more specific. Take it off. I’ll give you time to fold it.”
“How considerate,” Eduardo mumbled. He just threw the shirt to the side.
“Pants next. Boxers too.”
“This isn’t really fair,” Eduardo said hesitating with his fingers under the elastic of his boxers. “You’re completely clothed.”
“Who said anything about fair?”
Eduardo shrugged and pushed the boxers down. He now sat naked in front of his laptop as Mark stared at him hungrily. He never once considered his friend would return his feelings. Was this his socially inept way of saying so? Subconsciously had Eduardo expected this and that’s why he went along with it?
“Jack off,” Mark said simply.
“You could at least try to sound a bit sexier,” Eduardo said with a laugh as he slowly began stroking himself.
“I’m not good at that.”
“Wow. Mark Zuckerberg admits his faults. That must be a first.” Eduardo noticed the effect he was having on Mark at this point. His cheeks were flushed and his breathing staggered. He smiled shyly. “I’ll help you. As long as you get undressed too.”
Mark scrambled out of his clothes as fast as he could and settled back down. Eduardo couldn’t see him fully because he was still at his desk. “Get on the floor,” he ordered and surprisingly Mark did so. “Pretend I’m there in your office with you. I’ve stormed in and shoved you against the wall.”
“Then why am I on the floor?”
“Shut up.” Mark was going to be the one who’d do anything for once. Eduardo was going to make sure of it. “Now I’m on my knees with your dick in my mouth. I gently roll your balls around in my hand.”
Eduardo’s breathe hitched as Mark did exactly as he said. If he kept going like this, he’d come too soon. He stopped and focused on Mark. “How does it feel?” he asked.
“What do you think?” Mark retorted but the slight whimper destroyed his usual façade of control. Eduard was going to love seeing him come completely undone.
“I tease your slit as I force my fingers into your mouth. Suck on them. Now, scissor yourself.”
Mark stopped. “Wh-what?”
“Do it.”
And he did.
Mark moaned loudly and Eduardo hoped no one else had decided to stay and work late. “You look so hot finger fucking yourself for me,” Eduardo said as he began to stroke himself in time with Mark. “Are you close?”
“So close,” Mark whined.
“Cum for me Mark.”
Mark let out a yelp that sounded vaguely like ‘Wardo’ as he spilled onto his hand and then slumped against his laptop. It was the hottest thing Eduardo had ever seen and he came shortly afterward. They began dressing in silence which soon became unbearable.
“So…” Eduardo said drawing the word out.
“We should do this again,” Mark said back to his controlled self.
“I don’t think we should Mark.”
“But you want to.”
“Yeah, and I’ve been fighting with that contradiction since I met you.”
“I’ll call you next time you miss a meeting.”
Eduardo sighed. “Alright Mark.”
“Oh, and I changed Todd’s profile. Goodnight Wardo.”
Eduardo’s screen went blank. He pulled up Facebook and laughed. Todd’s status now read ‘Single because I’m an idiot and dumped someone too good for me’. Mark abused his powers. He always had.
Now Eduardo could abuse his.
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Mark tried to remember the last time he had used his phone to actually call someone. He would have sent a text, but he had to hear that voice as soon as he could.
"Hello? Mark?" Eduardo asked when he finally answered.
"I didn't expect you to have this number. I thought you weren't answering because you thought I was a bill collector."
"Mark, you've had the same number since freshman year," Eduardo said. "What do you need? It must be nearly five in the morning there."
"I thought we could have sex again."
Eduardo sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Mark could imagine it because it's what Eduardo did. He always looked cute like that. Mark's cock began to stir.
"Mark, technically we've never had sex, and I can't. I have to go to work soon."
"Please don't make me resort to Brazilian porn looking for guys that look like you. Their never as hot and the soundtracks are so annoying, but it’s weird to watch with no sound."
"I have no idea what to say to that."
"How about instead of wasting time you start talking," Mark said with a huff. "I have an erection." Eduardo laughed. Mark didn't like it. "What?"
"You still need to work on your sex talk. Say something like 'Wardo, I'm so hard for you it aches' instead."
Mark groaned. "I am, Wardo. I am."
Eduardo found himself sitting down despite his better judgment. He was going to be late, but he'd come to accept the fact he couldn't say no to Mark a long time ago. He was only in this situation because Mark had called him out on it. "Tell me how much you want it," he ordered.
"Please Wardo. I want... I need it."
"Put your phone on speaker and slowly strip. Do not touch yourself until I tell you." He could Mark moving around. He moaned when, Eduardo could only assume, he had taken his boxers off.
"Wardo," he said so quietly that Eduardo almost didn't hear him.
"Where are you Mark?"
"My bed."
"Good. I crawl up your bed, my hands up your sides. I yank your head up by tugging your hair and bruise your lips with a kiss."
"Wardo, I need more."
"Almost baby. The kiss becomes more passionate and I grab your cock and stroke it. Touch yourself for me Mark."
Eduardo could then hear Mark gasping and sheets rustling as he writhed atop the bed thousands of miles away.
"Wardo, are you..."
"No, you need it more baby. The kiss becomes desperate and my hand on your cock faster."
"I want you in me Wardo!" Mark called out.
Eduardo suddenly was silent. The last time Mark had been apprehensive about the thought of penetration. He had done it, but now he had actually professed wanting Eduardo to fuck him. 'Or he's caught up in the moment," Eduardo chastised himself for looking into it too much.
"Wardo?"
"Sorry. Uh, I tease your entrance with one and then two fingers." Before he can continue, Mark shouts and Eduardo barely has his own hand down his pants and he's done.
"Thank you Wardo," Mark said once he composed himself. "You're really good at this."
"Thanks I guess," Eduardo said as reality hit him again. He was going to have to change his pants.
"You called me baby... twice."
"I'm sorry Mark. I knew we both got carried away."
"I liked it," Mark admitted sheepishly. "And I meant what I said."
"That Brazilian porn sucks?" Eduardo asked laughing nervously. This was escalating, and he was scared of what would come next.
"Do you think you can come to California soon?" Mark asked. Saying it again would just make it real.
"I don't know Mark. I'll have to think about it."
"I'll work on my bedside manner."
"Okay, you do that. I have to get going."
"Have a nice day at work honey."
"Leave the pet nicknames to me. I'll talk to you later."
'Shit,' Eduardo thought as he hung up. He didn't want to go visit Mark, but the suggestion of it thrilled him. Who really was in control here?
Title: Mark Buy Nothing... Goes to Prom Anyways
Rating: FRT
Prompt: loza346 asked for "Highschool AU, can use those new pics of Jesse and Andrew looking like pretty prom dates for inspiration"
Mark and Eduardo had been best friends since the sixth grade. A bigger kid was holding tightly on Mark's backpack and taunting him. Eduardo was just as small as the boy in trouble, but he had always been good with people. He marched up and tried to reason with the bully. He ended up with a bloody nose and you'd think he would have learned his lesson. Instead from that day on he protected Mark whether he wanted him to or not.
They spent most of their time hanging out in Mark's room where the hum of computers would often lull Eduardo to sleep while Mark worked on coding. He always said that the future was in computer programming and he was most animated as he ranted in CSS. Eduardo didn't understand any of it, but he listened intently because Mark was his best friend after all.
Freshman year Eduardo came out. He was so nervous telling everyone, Mark especially, because he always worked hard to please others. He didn't want to let them down. When he had told Mark, his friend just said, "So?" Not the welcoming reaction he wanted, but it was enough. It was Mark's way of saying 'Its okay Eduardo. I accept you for who you are.'
Sophomore year Eduardo dated a boy named Dustin. It didn't work out. He tried to convince himself fit was because they were compatible and not because he had stood Dustin up several times to go over Mark's. Dustin did the dumping though Eduardo told Mark it was mutual. He didn't want Mark to know that he ended it with, "You love Mark, not me."
Junior year Mark asked Eduardo to the prom. "You know, as friends." He couldn't get a date, he claimed, but Eduardo knew Mark hadn't asked anyone. He knew it wasn't the type of thing Mark would want to go to. They were both smiling wide in the pictures Eduardo's mom took.
Senior year Eduardo was sleeping over Mark's house one night when Mark suggested they share his bed this time so Eduardo wouldn't have to sleep on the floor. The kiss was sloppy and desperate, but to him it was perfect. They fell asleep tangled in each other's arms.
That fall they applied to Harvard together ready to start the rest of their life.
Title: Untitled
Rating: FRM
Prompt: mentalmystics asked for "eduardo has managed to coax mark into into attending some frat party for the night. they join a group for a drunken game of spin the bottle - and it's mark's turn to spin. of all the people there, it lands on the person he leasts expects -- WARDO. CUE THE MAKE OUT SESSION of passionate secrete feelings or awkward drunkedness, whichever you like~"
"Please Mark," Eduardo said, hands clasped together as he literally begged his friend. He had been at it for nearly half an hour, and Mark didn't want to crack now, but it was getting on his nerves.
"Alright Wardo. I will go just so you'll shut up. Happy?"
"Very," Eduardo said settling back down on Mark's bed. "You do need to get out more often and have some fun."
Mark sighed as he continued typing. He may have agreed to go to the dumb frat party, but he was going to finish his code first. Eduardo didn't seem to be in a hurry.
"I thought you weren't into this kind of thing," Mark said. He saved his file and spun around in his chair.
"No, it isn't really, but there's nothing wrong with trying something new. You ready?"
"Yeah, let's get this over with."
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Mark was on his fifth beer which for him meant a slight buzz. Eduardo was keeping up with Mark which for him meant he was beginning to stumble over his own two feet. They had been at the party for awhile and they hadn't even moved from their corner of the yard to socialize with the other party goers.
"Can we go back to my room now?" Mark asked. "This is boring and everyone here is a Neanderthal."
"You're not having fun?" Eduardo slurred.
"You are?"
"Sort of," he mumbled avoiding Mark's gaze. "Just, uh, give me a minute to sober up a bit. I don't think I can walk back."
Suddenly, one of the frat members came running outside with an empty beer bottle grasped in his meaty paw shouting, "Spin the bottle!" Mark and Eduardo were pushed with the rest of the crowd to the circle that had formed.
"Wardo, we got to leave now," Mark said as calmly as he could, but his heart was hammering in his chest. No, this was not his idea of fun. How could Eduardo be having fun? Mark would much rather it be just the two of them back in his room. Just the two of...
"Oh come on Mark. Who knows what'll happen? Maybe you'll meet a cute girl."
Was Mark imagining things, or did Eduardo sound sad as he said that? God, he really had to get out of there. He had no interest what-so-ever in "meeting a cute girl" and definitely not to kiss one or anyone, for that matter, who would have beer breath. He watched as the bottle was spun and thanked Bill Gates every time it didn't land on him. When it came to be his turn, he wiped his clammy palms on his sweatpants and grabbed the bottle. He watched it as it turned slowly in the grass. It seemed as if it were never going to stop. When it finally did, Mark started to protest.
"No. I won't. This is juvenile. I'm leaving."
"You have to!" the frat boy who started the game shouted. Mark wondered if sober he talked normally. He also wondered why a frat boy was actually interested in seeing Mark kiss another man. He looked at the bottle one last time in case his eyes were playing tricks on him. No, it was still pointing straight at Eduardo. Eduardo whose face was flushed and lips were parted. It was the alcohol, Mark told himself. Just the alcohol. He leaned down and placed a peck on Eduardo's cheek. It burned his lips.
"Is that all?!" the frat boy asked and several of the other party goers joined in. The chant was deafening, and Mark willed himself back in his room with his codes that never forced him to do anything except maybe throw his laptop.
"Oh, for fuck's sake," Eduardo muttered as he grabbed the back of Mark's neck and kissed him full on the lips. Mark was tense at first but soon melted into the kiss. Eduardo's tongue traced his bottom lip, and Mark allowed him entrance, whimpering slightly as the kiss deepened.
Mark was brought back to reality when he heard the crowed hollering loudly. He yanked back and began walking toward Kirkland. He could hear Eduardo following, but he refused to look back.
"Mark, please stop," he said, his voice cracking.
"Let's pretend that never happened," Mark said without turning around. "I'm sorry I took advantage of the moment. God, I told you I wouldn't have fun if I went."
"I had fun," Eduardo said quietly. Mark craned his neck and saw his friend smiling, his lips still red from their kiss. Mark suddenly had the urge to ravage him. That couldn't be good.
"What do I do now?" Mark asked, not meaning to say it out loud. He was being quite reckless this evening.
"Do I have to do everything?" Eduardo sounded hurt, but he was still smiling as he closed the distance between them. Mark's heart fluttered as he kissed Eduardo again. It felt just as passionate as before, and Mark knew then this was for real. He laced his fingers through Eduardo's hair, messing it up from its usual styled state. He experimentally nibbled on Eduardo's lower lip and was rewarded with a moan. He smiled into the kiss and heard Eduardo mutter, "Arrogant bastard."
"I didn't know you wanted this," Mark pointed out. "I didn't go for it anyway. So, no. I'm not completely arrogant. Only most of the time."
"Do you know what I want now?" Eduardo asked seductively.
"To go back upstairs finally?" Mark ventured.
"You read my mind."
Title: Untitled
Rating: FRAO
Warnings: Highlight to read. Non-descriptive spanking. Dominance issues.
Prompt: ezboard_1 asked for "Can someone PLEASE write something about Eduardo's Daddy issues and how they play out in his relationship with Mark?"
Notes: I wasn't able to fill this exactly, but I did fit Sean in because I like his crazy face.
Mark wasn't comfortable with this. He had trouble showing affection, but he did love Eduardo. Eduardo wanted this, though. Mark didn't want to hurt him, but he also didn't want to disappoint him. Eduardo lay on the bed face down, vulnerable and waiting. Mark brought his hand down swiftly. The smack reverberated through the room.
"That was too hard." It wasn't a question. Mark decided Eduardo didn't really know what he wanted. He turned him around slowly and kissed the tears away.
"Why is that when I need you to be heartless, you aren't?"
"I'm not heartless."
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Mark put Eduardo's name on the masthead. He was predictable, but Mark liked that. He knew Eduardo would be happy that his father could be proud. He knew that meant they could just make love tonight and he wouldn't have to degrade his boyfriend.
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"He doesn't do anything Mark!" Sean was talking a mile a minute. Mark should have known better; Sean was high. He did it anyway, caught in the whirlwind that was Sean Parker.
"You wouldn't understand," Mark replied looking at the new masthead. It looked empty.
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Eduardo shoved Mark against the wall of the bathroom. He had gone in after smashing Mark's laptop to calm himself. Why did Mark have to follow him? That was a bad idea.
"Why would you do that?" he asked, his grip tight on Mark's wrists holding them above his head.
"Are you breaking up with me?" Mark asked instead of answering.
"Fuck you."
"That could be therapeutic for you. We should have been doing it the other way around all along."
"Don't you dare try and make this about me." Eduardo pushed him even closer to the wall and bit down on Mark's neck. Mark came in his shorts instantly. He could understand this dominance thing.
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Mark was doodling on his notepad as the lawyers argued around him. Obscene sketches. Obscene ideas. He hoped they'd break for lunch soon. Eduardo looked mad.
"How is your dad doing?" Mark asked he ran after Eduardo when he left the building.
"You are such an asshole."
"No I'm not."
"You're just trying to make me mad."
"Yes I am."
"I'm not going to let you. You lost your chance Mark. You threw away our relationship, friendship and partnership all at once."
"People have stayed together through worse."
"When did you start even caring?"
"I mean, look at you and your dad," Mark continued as if he hadn't heard Eduardo. "You hate him more than you hate me. You still care what he thinks, and I was a surrogate for him. It's so unhealthy, Wardo, but so right. Why deny it?"
Eduardo slapped Mark across the face. Mark didn't even flinch.
"You know what? You and him do fucking deserve each other."
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Sean was studying Mark who sat completely still at his desk. Mark was always moving somehow. Something had to be wrong.
"Are you okay boss?" Sean asked.
"Punch me."
"What?"
"I need to feel something. Anything."
"Mark, you're a billionaire. You can pay someone to feel for you."
"I should probably be thanking you," Mark said as he stood up and reached for his hoodie. "I was happier before, though."
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"Why do I do this to myself?" Eduardo wondered aloud as he pounded into Mark.
"Hardly appropriate sex talk," Mark managed between crying out and moaning. He wanted it to hurt and he knew Eduardo wanted to hurt him. He supposed they were predictable in that way.
Eduardo collapsed on top of Mark and surprised him by planting chaste, sweet kisses along his jaw. No, this wasn't supposed to happen. Then Mark surprised himself by nuzzling closer to Eduardo and sighing contently.
"I know I shouldn't, but I love you," Eduardo mumbled. "I still do."
"No wonder you're fucked up," Mark said. Eduardo understood he was joking and undearneath it he was saying 'You're fucked because I'm not leaving, and I love you too'. He playfully smacked him.
"Obviously. I sued you and yet here we are again."
"I like you this way though." Mark fell asleep on his own for the first time since he could remember.
Title: Too Weak to Be Your Cure
Rating: FRT
Prompt: learnthemusic asked for sick!fic.
Andrew woke up and felt as if an anvil had fallen on his head. His sinuses were blocked and his throat was sore. He noticed Jesse was no longer in bed and went to call out for him, but found he couldn't. As if he had read his boyfriend's mind, Jesse came in the bedroom carrying cough medicine and some tea.
"Have I told you recently that I loved you?" Andrew whispered as he slowly sipped the tea.
"Last night. About twenty times," Jesse said with a shy smile.
"Oh yes. I remember. Thank you for this, though. I always need a bit of pampering when I'm sick."
"You're welcome." Jesse leaned over and kissed Andrew's cheek.
"You call that a kiss?"
"Andrew, you're sick!"
Andrew could be quite persuasive, and soon they were a tangle of limbs on the bed.
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Jesse woke up and felt as if an anvil had fallen on his head. He opened his eyes and saw Andrew at the foot of the bed holding the cough medicine.
"I hate you," Jesse grumbled.
"Shut up. You secretly love it because it's my turn to pamper you."
Title: Untitled
Rating: FRAO
Prompt: 4rightchords_ asked for top!Eduardo.
Mark wouldn't admit to anyone that once in awhile he liked losing control, giving up his power. His life was all about meetings, running the site, more meetings, pretending this all mattered as he acted as puppet master.
He only once let someone else make the decisions, and it had been such a release. It was before all of this that now was the driving force of his life. It was before anyone had uttered the words 'Facebook'.
The only words being uttered then were "harder, faster" as his friend pounded into him with such a force that Mark wouldn't be able to walk for weeks. His friend always appeared innocent to others, but Mark knew better. He knew that his friend wanted to bury himself balls deep in Mark and make him moan.
Mark's head had hit against the head board as his friend's cock finally found his entrance and breached the ring of muscles with a searing heat. Mark had shouted his name over the sound of their flesh slapping together. He fisted the sheets, the only control he had left forcing himself to come without being touched.
His friend grunted above him, happy to not touch Mark thus dragging this out. The small room back at Harvard was steamy and their sweat slicked skin caught the glow of the moon that shone through the window. Mark cried out as he came all over his stomach, clamping down on his friend who soon followed.
"I was your only friend," he had said much later.
That and so much more. Mark wouldn’t admit that either, though. It would be the last move he would have made as a free man. He would have given his friend anything if it had continued - his heart, his soul. He did have both even if they weren't often put to good use.
Mark spun in his chair, back in the Facebook offices. Present day, but he was living in the past. With all his money, he couldn't buy back that feeling. He didn't think he'd ever get it back.
There was a knock on the door.
"Eduardo? I was just thinking about you."
"Oh, thinking of screwing me over some more?"
"Not exactly. Screwing was involved, however."
His friend smirked and locked the door behind him.
Title: I'll Show You a Good Morning
Rating: FRM
Prompt: them0rgue asked for sleepy morning sex.
Andrew had had the most wonderful dream the night before. He and Jesse had fallen into bed together after desperate declarations of love and slept closely snuggled together. No sexual component, yet Andrew found himself quite awake in the morning.
He wasn't alone, though, as he heard someone move next to him. Without thinking, he turned around and bumped noses with Jesse. Andrew's head began spinning. It was too early to process all of this.
"Good morning," Jesse mumbled, sleepiness slowing his voice. He stretched and rubbed his hurt nose.
"What happened last night?" Andrew asked frantically.
"You forgot this?" Jesse asked as he cupped Andrew's jaw and lazily kissed him.
'Okay, so it wasn't a dream,' Andrew thought. Then 'Oh my God. I'm kissing Jesse.'
"Someone's awake," Jesse said when they pulled apart, his hand snaking into Andrew's boxer shorts. Andrew gasped as Jesse began to slowly stroke him.
"I'm too tired to comprehend all of this," he admitted.
"Then just feel." Jesse kissed him again and slid the boxers down his legs. He licked up and down Andrew's cock, never fully taking it in his mouth. Soon Andrew was much more awake, his senses going into over drive. His hips were pushing up off the mattress begging for more. Jesse kept his agonizingly slow pace.
"Jesse, I'm - I'm awake now. Please."
Jesse looked up through his lashes and smiled. "Please what?"
"Please suck me. I need you."
"I'm here for you," Jessie said with a smirk and he had barely begun before Andrew was coming down his throat.
Jesse climbed back up and planted several kisses along Andrew's jaw. "How does sleeping in a little longer sound?"
"Sounds brilliant."
"Good, and when we wake up, you can return the favor."
Andrew grinned. It was going to be a good morning.
Author: tafidadarling
Fandom: The Social Network which belongs to Columbia Pictures.
Pairing(s): Jesse/Andrew, Mark/Eduardo, Sean and mention of Dustin.
Rating: FRT to FRAO. Each one is labeled individually.
Notes: These are all the responses I've written for the comment fic party going on over at mark_eduardo.
Title: Digital Getdown
Rating: FRAO
Prompt: slashyelizabeth asked for "Cybersex and/or webcam. Because c'mon. Mark lives through computers and coding."
Notes: I wrote a sequel for it which is tagged on at the end as well.
As far as everyone else could tell, Mark was too absorbed in his coding to know what was going on in the meeting. That was partially true. He wasn’t paying much attention to what was being said, but he did notice someone was missing. Someone who was supposed to be there.
Eduardo wasn’t required to attend all board meetings, but this time they were to go over something important. Oh shit. Mark forgot to listen out for that. He’d have to ask Dustin later.
Mark was happy, though not surprised, that he was able to convince Eduardo to a video chat. Just to discuss the meeting. Nothing more, nothing less. Mark did have something else in mind, however, and Eduardo would have to forget all the years he had known his ex-friend to think otherwise.
“Shit Wardo. You look like a mess,” Mark said once they were connected. Eduardo’s shirt had several buttons undone, his hair was messy from running his hand through it as he often did when worried and his eyes were bloodshot.
“You called at a bad time,” Eduardo muttered. “And fuck you. I thought we were discussing the meeting.”
“We are. You look like shit. You missed the meeting. So why?”
“You lost the right to ask me about my personal life a long time ago Mark.” There. He did it again, his long fingers pushing the normally styled hair back. Mark tried to ignore the strange feeling it caused him to see Eduardo upset like this. It didn’t work.
“We all have a life outside of Facebook and know how to keep it separate.”
Eduardo exploded. “Seriously? Mark, you’re in your office and it’s, what, 9p.m. there. You have no personal life. Is that why you did this? Needed contact with another person outside of work? I hate to break it to you, but this doesn’t count.”
“Is it because your boyfriend broke up with you?” Mark asked calmly.
“What?”
“You shouldn’t be shocked I check your page. Todd, I believe his name is. His status now says ‘single’ but yours still is ‘in a relationship’ so I’m assuming he did the dumping.”
“You’re an asshole.”
“To be honest, he’s only average looking. You could do better. I mean that Wardo. In all his pictures he’s dressed like a slob, his hair hasn’t been combed…”
“Stop it Mark. I’m disconnecting now.”
“I know why you went out with him. Why you settled for that. He looks like who you really want.”
“Oh, and who would that be?” Eduardo asked, his lips pressed tightly together. He knew Mark had finally figured it out. He doubted this would end well now, but nothing with Mark ever did.
“It’s why you’d do anything I asked,” Mark continued, blatantly not answering Eduardo. “You still would, wouldn’t you?”
“No Mark. I’m done with that game. I don’t think I’ll be coming to anymore meetings. Goodnight.”
“Unbutton your shirt the rest of the way.”
“Excuse me?”
“You know I hate repeating myself.”
“I’m not going to do it.”
“You know you will.” Mark had the audacity to smirk at that.
“Fine. Is this how you want to do this? Let’s go.” Eduardo unbuttoned his shirt but left it hanging on his shoulders.
“I should have been more specific. Take it off. I’ll give you time to fold it.”
“How considerate,” Eduardo mumbled. He just threw the shirt to the side.
“Pants next. Boxers too.”
“This isn’t really fair,” Eduardo said hesitating with his fingers under the elastic of his boxers. “You’re completely clothed.”
“Who said anything about fair?”
Eduardo shrugged and pushed the boxers down. He now sat naked in front of his laptop as Mark stared at him hungrily. He never once considered his friend would return his feelings. Was this his socially inept way of saying so? Subconsciously had Eduardo expected this and that’s why he went along with it?
“Jack off,” Mark said simply.
“You could at least try to sound a bit sexier,” Eduardo said with a laugh as he slowly began stroking himself.
“I’m not good at that.”
“Wow. Mark Zuckerberg admits his faults. That must be a first.” Eduardo noticed the effect he was having on Mark at this point. His cheeks were flushed and his breathing staggered. He smiled shyly. “I’ll help you. As long as you get undressed too.”
Mark scrambled out of his clothes as fast as he could and settled back down. Eduardo couldn’t see him fully because he was still at his desk. “Get on the floor,” he ordered and surprisingly Mark did so. “Pretend I’m there in your office with you. I’ve stormed in and shoved you against the wall.”
“Then why am I on the floor?”
“Shut up.” Mark was going to be the one who’d do anything for once. Eduardo was going to make sure of it. “Now I’m on my knees with your dick in my mouth. I gently roll your balls around in my hand.”
Eduardo’s breathe hitched as Mark did exactly as he said. If he kept going like this, he’d come too soon. He stopped and focused on Mark. “How does it feel?” he asked.
“What do you think?” Mark retorted but the slight whimper destroyed his usual façade of control. Eduard was going to love seeing him come completely undone.
“I tease your slit as I force my fingers into your mouth. Suck on them. Now, scissor yourself.”
Mark stopped. “Wh-what?”
“Do it.”
And he did.
Mark moaned loudly and Eduardo hoped no one else had decided to stay and work late. “You look so hot finger fucking yourself for me,” Eduardo said as he began to stroke himself in time with Mark. “Are you close?”
“So close,” Mark whined.
“Cum for me Mark.”
Mark let out a yelp that sounded vaguely like ‘Wardo’ as he spilled onto his hand and then slumped against his laptop. It was the hottest thing Eduardo had ever seen and he came shortly afterward. They began dressing in silence which soon became unbearable.
“So…” Eduardo said drawing the word out.
“We should do this again,” Mark said back to his controlled self.
“I don’t think we should Mark.”
“But you want to.”
“Yeah, and I’ve been fighting with that contradiction since I met you.”
“I’ll call you next time you miss a meeting.”
Eduardo sighed. “Alright Mark.”
“Oh, and I changed Todd’s profile. Goodnight Wardo.”
Eduardo’s screen went blank. He pulled up Facebook and laughed. Todd’s status now read ‘Single because I’m an idiot and dumped someone too good for me’. Mark abused his powers. He always had.
Now Eduardo could abuse his.
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Mark tried to remember the last time he had used his phone to actually call someone. He would have sent a text, but he had to hear that voice as soon as he could.
"Hello? Mark?" Eduardo asked when he finally answered.
"I didn't expect you to have this number. I thought you weren't answering because you thought I was a bill collector."
"Mark, you've had the same number since freshman year," Eduardo said. "What do you need? It must be nearly five in the morning there."
"I thought we could have sex again."
Eduardo sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Mark could imagine it because it's what Eduardo did. He always looked cute like that. Mark's cock began to stir.
"Mark, technically we've never had sex, and I can't. I have to go to work soon."
"Please don't make me resort to Brazilian porn looking for guys that look like you. Their never as hot and the soundtracks are so annoying, but it’s weird to watch with no sound."
"I have no idea what to say to that."
"How about instead of wasting time you start talking," Mark said with a huff. "I have an erection." Eduardo laughed. Mark didn't like it. "What?"
"You still need to work on your sex talk. Say something like 'Wardo, I'm so hard for you it aches' instead."
Mark groaned. "I am, Wardo. I am."
Eduardo found himself sitting down despite his better judgment. He was going to be late, but he'd come to accept the fact he couldn't say no to Mark a long time ago. He was only in this situation because Mark had called him out on it. "Tell me how much you want it," he ordered.
"Please Wardo. I want... I need it."
"Put your phone on speaker and slowly strip. Do not touch yourself until I tell you." He could Mark moving around. He moaned when, Eduardo could only assume, he had taken his boxers off.
"Wardo," he said so quietly that Eduardo almost didn't hear him.
"Where are you Mark?"
"My bed."
"Good. I crawl up your bed, my hands up your sides. I yank your head up by tugging your hair and bruise your lips with a kiss."
"Wardo, I need more."
"Almost baby. The kiss becomes more passionate and I grab your cock and stroke it. Touch yourself for me Mark."
Eduardo could then hear Mark gasping and sheets rustling as he writhed atop the bed thousands of miles away.
"Wardo, are you..."
"No, you need it more baby. The kiss becomes desperate and my hand on your cock faster."
"I want you in me Wardo!" Mark called out.
Eduardo suddenly was silent. The last time Mark had been apprehensive about the thought of penetration. He had done it, but now he had actually professed wanting Eduardo to fuck him. 'Or he's caught up in the moment," Eduardo chastised himself for looking into it too much.
"Wardo?"
"Sorry. Uh, I tease your entrance with one and then two fingers." Before he can continue, Mark shouts and Eduardo barely has his own hand down his pants and he's done.
"Thank you Wardo," Mark said once he composed himself. "You're really good at this."
"Thanks I guess," Eduardo said as reality hit him again. He was going to have to change his pants.
"You called me baby... twice."
"I'm sorry Mark. I knew we both got carried away."
"I liked it," Mark admitted sheepishly. "And I meant what I said."
"That Brazilian porn sucks?" Eduardo asked laughing nervously. This was escalating, and he was scared of what would come next.
"Do you think you can come to California soon?" Mark asked. Saying it again would just make it real.
"I don't know Mark. I'll have to think about it."
"I'll work on my bedside manner."
"Okay, you do that. I have to get going."
"Have a nice day at work honey."
"Leave the pet nicknames to me. I'll talk to you later."
'Shit,' Eduardo thought as he hung up. He didn't want to go visit Mark, but the suggestion of it thrilled him. Who really was in control here?
Title: Mark Buy Nothing... Goes to Prom Anyways
Rating: FRT
Prompt: loza346 asked for "Highschool AU, can use those new pics of Jesse and Andrew looking like pretty prom dates for inspiration"
Mark and Eduardo had been best friends since the sixth grade. A bigger kid was holding tightly on Mark's backpack and taunting him. Eduardo was just as small as the boy in trouble, but he had always been good with people. He marched up and tried to reason with the bully. He ended up with a bloody nose and you'd think he would have learned his lesson. Instead from that day on he protected Mark whether he wanted him to or not.
They spent most of their time hanging out in Mark's room where the hum of computers would often lull Eduardo to sleep while Mark worked on coding. He always said that the future was in computer programming and he was most animated as he ranted in CSS. Eduardo didn't understand any of it, but he listened intently because Mark was his best friend after all.
Freshman year Eduardo came out. He was so nervous telling everyone, Mark especially, because he always worked hard to please others. He didn't want to let them down. When he had told Mark, his friend just said, "So?" Not the welcoming reaction he wanted, but it was enough. It was Mark's way of saying 'Its okay Eduardo. I accept you for who you are.'
Sophomore year Eduardo dated a boy named Dustin. It didn't work out. He tried to convince himself fit was because they were compatible and not because he had stood Dustin up several times to go over Mark's. Dustin did the dumping though Eduardo told Mark it was mutual. He didn't want Mark to know that he ended it with, "You love Mark, not me."
Junior year Mark asked Eduardo to the prom. "You know, as friends." He couldn't get a date, he claimed, but Eduardo knew Mark hadn't asked anyone. He knew it wasn't the type of thing Mark would want to go to. They were both smiling wide in the pictures Eduardo's mom took.
Senior year Eduardo was sleeping over Mark's house one night when Mark suggested they share his bed this time so Eduardo wouldn't have to sleep on the floor. The kiss was sloppy and desperate, but to him it was perfect. They fell asleep tangled in each other's arms.
That fall they applied to Harvard together ready to start the rest of their life.
Title: Untitled
Rating: FRM
Prompt: mentalmystics asked for "eduardo has managed to coax mark into into attending some frat party for the night. they join a group for a drunken game of spin the bottle - and it's mark's turn to spin. of all the people there, it lands on the person he leasts expects -- WARDO. CUE THE MAKE OUT SESSION of passionate secrete feelings or awkward drunkedness, whichever you like~"
"Please Mark," Eduardo said, hands clasped together as he literally begged his friend. He had been at it for nearly half an hour, and Mark didn't want to crack now, but it was getting on his nerves.
"Alright Wardo. I will go just so you'll shut up. Happy?"
"Very," Eduardo said settling back down on Mark's bed. "You do need to get out more often and have some fun."
Mark sighed as he continued typing. He may have agreed to go to the dumb frat party, but he was going to finish his code first. Eduardo didn't seem to be in a hurry.
"I thought you weren't into this kind of thing," Mark said. He saved his file and spun around in his chair.
"No, it isn't really, but there's nothing wrong with trying something new. You ready?"
"Yeah, let's get this over with."
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Mark was on his fifth beer which for him meant a slight buzz. Eduardo was keeping up with Mark which for him meant he was beginning to stumble over his own two feet. They had been at the party for awhile and they hadn't even moved from their corner of the yard to socialize with the other party goers.
"Can we go back to my room now?" Mark asked. "This is boring and everyone here is a Neanderthal."
"You're not having fun?" Eduardo slurred.
"You are?"
"Sort of," he mumbled avoiding Mark's gaze. "Just, uh, give me a minute to sober up a bit. I don't think I can walk back."
Suddenly, one of the frat members came running outside with an empty beer bottle grasped in his meaty paw shouting, "Spin the bottle!" Mark and Eduardo were pushed with the rest of the crowd to the circle that had formed.
"Wardo, we got to leave now," Mark said as calmly as he could, but his heart was hammering in his chest. No, this was not his idea of fun. How could Eduardo be having fun? Mark would much rather it be just the two of them back in his room. Just the two of...
"Oh come on Mark. Who knows what'll happen? Maybe you'll meet a cute girl."
Was Mark imagining things, or did Eduardo sound sad as he said that? God, he really had to get out of there. He had no interest what-so-ever in "meeting a cute girl" and definitely not to kiss one or anyone, for that matter, who would have beer breath. He watched as the bottle was spun and thanked Bill Gates every time it didn't land on him. When it came to be his turn, he wiped his clammy palms on his sweatpants and grabbed the bottle. He watched it as it turned slowly in the grass. It seemed as if it were never going to stop. When it finally did, Mark started to protest.
"No. I won't. This is juvenile. I'm leaving."
"You have to!" the frat boy who started the game shouted. Mark wondered if sober he talked normally. He also wondered why a frat boy was actually interested in seeing Mark kiss another man. He looked at the bottle one last time in case his eyes were playing tricks on him. No, it was still pointing straight at Eduardo. Eduardo whose face was flushed and lips were parted. It was the alcohol, Mark told himself. Just the alcohol. He leaned down and placed a peck on Eduardo's cheek. It burned his lips.
"Is that all?!" the frat boy asked and several of the other party goers joined in. The chant was deafening, and Mark willed himself back in his room with his codes that never forced him to do anything except maybe throw his laptop.
"Oh, for fuck's sake," Eduardo muttered as he grabbed the back of Mark's neck and kissed him full on the lips. Mark was tense at first but soon melted into the kiss. Eduardo's tongue traced his bottom lip, and Mark allowed him entrance, whimpering slightly as the kiss deepened.
Mark was brought back to reality when he heard the crowed hollering loudly. He yanked back and began walking toward Kirkland. He could hear Eduardo following, but he refused to look back.
"Mark, please stop," he said, his voice cracking.
"Let's pretend that never happened," Mark said without turning around. "I'm sorry I took advantage of the moment. God, I told you I wouldn't have fun if I went."
"I had fun," Eduardo said quietly. Mark craned his neck and saw his friend smiling, his lips still red from their kiss. Mark suddenly had the urge to ravage him. That couldn't be good.
"What do I do now?" Mark asked, not meaning to say it out loud. He was being quite reckless this evening.
"Do I have to do everything?" Eduardo sounded hurt, but he was still smiling as he closed the distance between them. Mark's heart fluttered as he kissed Eduardo again. It felt just as passionate as before, and Mark knew then this was for real. He laced his fingers through Eduardo's hair, messing it up from its usual styled state. He experimentally nibbled on Eduardo's lower lip and was rewarded with a moan. He smiled into the kiss and heard Eduardo mutter, "Arrogant bastard."
"I didn't know you wanted this," Mark pointed out. "I didn't go for it anyway. So, no. I'm not completely arrogant. Only most of the time."
"Do you know what I want now?" Eduardo asked seductively.
"To go back upstairs finally?" Mark ventured.
"You read my mind."
Title: Untitled
Rating: FRAO
Warnings: Highlight to read. Non-descriptive spanking. Dominance issues.
Prompt: ezboard_1 asked for "Can someone PLEASE write something about Eduardo's Daddy issues and how they play out in his relationship with Mark?"
Notes: I wasn't able to fill this exactly, but I did fit Sean in because I like his crazy face.
Mark wasn't comfortable with this. He had trouble showing affection, but he did love Eduardo. Eduardo wanted this, though. Mark didn't want to hurt him, but he also didn't want to disappoint him. Eduardo lay on the bed face down, vulnerable and waiting. Mark brought his hand down swiftly. The smack reverberated through the room.
"That was too hard." It wasn't a question. Mark decided Eduardo didn't really know what he wanted. He turned him around slowly and kissed the tears away.
"Why is that when I need you to be heartless, you aren't?"
"I'm not heartless."
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Mark put Eduardo's name on the masthead. He was predictable, but Mark liked that. He knew Eduardo would be happy that his father could be proud. He knew that meant they could just make love tonight and he wouldn't have to degrade his boyfriend.
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"He doesn't do anything Mark!" Sean was talking a mile a minute. Mark should have known better; Sean was high. He did it anyway, caught in the whirlwind that was Sean Parker.
"You wouldn't understand," Mark replied looking at the new masthead. It looked empty.
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Eduardo shoved Mark against the wall of the bathroom. He had gone in after smashing Mark's laptop to calm himself. Why did Mark have to follow him? That was a bad idea.
"Why would you do that?" he asked, his grip tight on Mark's wrists holding them above his head.
"Are you breaking up with me?" Mark asked instead of answering.
"Fuck you."
"That could be therapeutic for you. We should have been doing it the other way around all along."
"Don't you dare try and make this about me." Eduardo pushed him even closer to the wall and bit down on Mark's neck. Mark came in his shorts instantly. He could understand this dominance thing.
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Mark was doodling on his notepad as the lawyers argued around him. Obscene sketches. Obscene ideas. He hoped they'd break for lunch soon. Eduardo looked mad.
"How is your dad doing?" Mark asked he ran after Eduardo when he left the building.
"You are such an asshole."
"No I'm not."
"You're just trying to make me mad."
"Yes I am."
"I'm not going to let you. You lost your chance Mark. You threw away our relationship, friendship and partnership all at once."
"People have stayed together through worse."
"When did you start even caring?"
"I mean, look at you and your dad," Mark continued as if he hadn't heard Eduardo. "You hate him more than you hate me. You still care what he thinks, and I was a surrogate for him. It's so unhealthy, Wardo, but so right. Why deny it?"
Eduardo slapped Mark across the face. Mark didn't even flinch.
"You know what? You and him do fucking deserve each other."
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Sean was studying Mark who sat completely still at his desk. Mark was always moving somehow. Something had to be wrong.
"Are you okay boss?" Sean asked.
"Punch me."
"What?"
"I need to feel something. Anything."
"Mark, you're a billionaire. You can pay someone to feel for you."
"I should probably be thanking you," Mark said as he stood up and reached for his hoodie. "I was happier before, though."
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"Why do I do this to myself?" Eduardo wondered aloud as he pounded into Mark.
"Hardly appropriate sex talk," Mark managed between crying out and moaning. He wanted it to hurt and he knew Eduardo wanted to hurt him. He supposed they were predictable in that way.
Eduardo collapsed on top of Mark and surprised him by planting chaste, sweet kisses along his jaw. No, this wasn't supposed to happen. Then Mark surprised himself by nuzzling closer to Eduardo and sighing contently.
"I know I shouldn't, but I love you," Eduardo mumbled. "I still do."
"No wonder you're fucked up," Mark said. Eduardo understood he was joking and undearneath it he was saying 'You're fucked because I'm not leaving, and I love you too'. He playfully smacked him.
"Obviously. I sued you and yet here we are again."
"I like you this way though." Mark fell asleep on his own for the first time since he could remember.
Title: Too Weak to Be Your Cure
Rating: FRT
Prompt: learnthemusic asked for sick!fic.
Andrew woke up and felt as if an anvil had fallen on his head. His sinuses were blocked and his throat was sore. He noticed Jesse was no longer in bed and went to call out for him, but found he couldn't. As if he had read his boyfriend's mind, Jesse came in the bedroom carrying cough medicine and some tea.
"Have I told you recently that I loved you?" Andrew whispered as he slowly sipped the tea.
"Last night. About twenty times," Jesse said with a shy smile.
"Oh yes. I remember. Thank you for this, though. I always need a bit of pampering when I'm sick."
"You're welcome." Jesse leaned over and kissed Andrew's cheek.
"You call that a kiss?"
"Andrew, you're sick!"
Andrew could be quite persuasive, and soon they were a tangle of limbs on the bed.
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Jesse woke up and felt as if an anvil had fallen on his head. He opened his eyes and saw Andrew at the foot of the bed holding the cough medicine.
"I hate you," Jesse grumbled.
"Shut up. You secretly love it because it's my turn to pamper you."
Title: Untitled
Rating: FRAO
Prompt: 4rightchords_ asked for top!Eduardo.
Mark wouldn't admit to anyone that once in awhile he liked losing control, giving up his power. His life was all about meetings, running the site, more meetings, pretending this all mattered as he acted as puppet master.
He only once let someone else make the decisions, and it had been such a release. It was before all of this that now was the driving force of his life. It was before anyone had uttered the words 'Facebook'.
The only words being uttered then were "harder, faster" as his friend pounded into him with such a force that Mark wouldn't be able to walk for weeks. His friend always appeared innocent to others, but Mark knew better. He knew that his friend wanted to bury himself balls deep in Mark and make him moan.
Mark's head had hit against the head board as his friend's cock finally found his entrance and breached the ring of muscles with a searing heat. Mark had shouted his name over the sound of their flesh slapping together. He fisted the sheets, the only control he had left forcing himself to come without being touched.
His friend grunted above him, happy to not touch Mark thus dragging this out. The small room back at Harvard was steamy and their sweat slicked skin caught the glow of the moon that shone through the window. Mark cried out as he came all over his stomach, clamping down on his friend who soon followed.
"I was your only friend," he had said much later.
That and so much more. Mark wouldn’t admit that either, though. It would be the last move he would have made as a free man. He would have given his friend anything if it had continued - his heart, his soul. He did have both even if they weren't often put to good use.
Mark spun in his chair, back in the Facebook offices. Present day, but he was living in the past. With all his money, he couldn't buy back that feeling. He didn't think he'd ever get it back.
There was a knock on the door.
"Eduardo? I was just thinking about you."
"Oh, thinking of screwing me over some more?"
"Not exactly. Screwing was involved, however."
His friend smirked and locked the door behind him.
Title: I'll Show You a Good Morning
Rating: FRM
Prompt: them0rgue asked for sleepy morning sex.
Andrew had had the most wonderful dream the night before. He and Jesse had fallen into bed together after desperate declarations of love and slept closely snuggled together. No sexual component, yet Andrew found himself quite awake in the morning.
He wasn't alone, though, as he heard someone move next to him. Without thinking, he turned around and bumped noses with Jesse. Andrew's head began spinning. It was too early to process all of this.
"Good morning," Jesse mumbled, sleepiness slowing his voice. He stretched and rubbed his hurt nose.
"What happened last night?" Andrew asked frantically.
"You forgot this?" Jesse asked as he cupped Andrew's jaw and lazily kissed him.
'Okay, so it wasn't a dream,' Andrew thought. Then 'Oh my God. I'm kissing Jesse.'
"Someone's awake," Jesse said when they pulled apart, his hand snaking into Andrew's boxer shorts. Andrew gasped as Jesse began to slowly stroke him.
"I'm too tired to comprehend all of this," he admitted.
"Then just feel." Jesse kissed him again and slid the boxers down his legs. He licked up and down Andrew's cock, never fully taking it in his mouth. Soon Andrew was much more awake, his senses going into over drive. His hips were pushing up off the mattress begging for more. Jesse kept his agonizingly slow pace.
"Jesse, I'm - I'm awake now. Please."
Jesse looked up through his lashes and smiled. "Please what?"
"Please suck me. I need you."
"I'm here for you," Jessie said with a smirk and he had barely begun before Andrew was coming down his throat.
Jesse climbed back up and planted several kisses along Andrew's jaw. "How does sleeping in a little longer sound?"
"Sounds brilliant."
"Good, and when we wake up, you can return the favor."
Andrew grinned. It was going to be a good morning.