FILL - there's oceans in between us (but that's not very far) [2/2]reogulusApril 18 2011, 05:19:08 UTC
“A celebration, then?” You croaked, turned around to avoid his eyes and walked down the stairs. He followed you without a word. He followed, precisely three steps behind you, to your dorm. You turned the key in your lock with slightly shaking fingers. With him, it always felt like the first time.
When you pinned him against your door and kissed him, his eyes were screwed shut. By the time the kiss broke and you pulled the hoodie over his head, the light was back in his eyes, fervent and smug, with a sadness he couldn’t bother to hide.
“Don’t think about her.” You mouthed against his ear, stripping off your trousers. I’m here for you. You have me.
“Wardo, I know.” He answered without patience and palmed you through your boxers. You moaned and guided him to your bed, watching him kick off his jeans, watching him straddle you, watching the curve of his neck as he moved to reach your night stand. Everything you thought of as you jerked off alone in this bed for the past three months would never, ever be as real.
Then those slick fingers found their way to that sweet spot, and the emptiness of the wait was but a blur.
Three months was a record for him, actually. You could almost understand why he called her a bitch on the Internet. Almost.
***
You wouldn’t let Gretchen to depose Christy, not only because she was crazy. Sure, she was a witness of your close relationship with Mark, but you never knew if she saw. If she saw, as she looked up at you with you cock in her mouth, that you were breathing hard and stretching your arm over the bathroom partition to find Mark’s fingers.
You remembered the sound of Alice pushing him against the other side of metal board you were leaning on. It still crossed your mind every now and then, but you didn’t allow yourself to hold on to it. Mark never took your hand. For a while you thought it was because you were both with girls and it was no longer open season, and then for another period of time you were so bitter that you couldn’t stop thinking about that night, how Mark never went to Erica to apologize because he’d always been a fucking asshole, how he went over because he just wasn’t over her. Then you filed the lawsuit because you couldn’t bear to wonder anymore.
***
You propped yourself up against the headboard, making a last note in the Macro textbook by the night light. He rolled on his side, the comforter strained between your bodies. Shadows danced across the messy curls splayed on half of your pillow, and you didn’t realize you were stroking his hair until you did.
“Go to sleep.” The tip of your ring finger touched his the back of his neck, and he mumbled into the bed.
“Okay.” You answered softly and turned off the light. He scooted over a bit to give you room.
If you’d known this would be the last time he slept in your bed, you would have just stayed awake.
***
The first time it happened, he was riding you, his hips fitted against your thumbs. I love you, he said, fuck, Wardo, I love you. You bit your lips and choked down the feelings. And then it became quiet, discreet, when you finally broke the silence and said it back with his come running down your thighs, he didn’t say it back either.
Now he looked at you across the tables, eyes wide and passive. Consider carefully, now. Would you see him for who he was, or who he was to you?
For the first time in two years, you turned around and tried.
Re: FILL - there's oceans in between us (but that's not very far) [2/2]reogulusApril 18 2011, 19:15:11 UTC
Thank you so much :') I'm glad you found the last part hot. I seriously sat in front of my computer for 15 minutes doing nothing because I did not know how to wrap this up, lol.
Re: FILL - there's oceans in between us (but that's not very far) [2/2]reogulusApril 18 2011, 19:16:26 UTC
I actually don't remember writing anything that counts as a "real" happy ending for Mark/Eduardo. Hmm. I was aiming for angsty porn, turns out only the angsty part worked to my satisfaction. Thank you for reading and commenting :D
Re: FILL - there's oceans in between us (but that's not very far) [2/2]casey_smsApril 18 2011, 11:58:26 UTC
Everything about this was beautiful. I love the way it's written, the subtle ways you refer back to yourself at the end. Omg. The fingers above the door. I just- I don't even know what to say. This was really lovely and excellent use of second person. Short but powerful.
Re: FILL - there's oceans in between us (but that's not very far) [2/2]reogulusApril 18 2011, 19:23:00 UTC
I swear I have some sort of compulsive disorder for writing second person, like I just do it whenever I can't remember the last time I've done it. But I'm so happy that you all enjoyed this, so yay :P I think I got the "fingers above the door" idea from a post in mark_eduardo a long time ago, and if I ever stumble upon the source I'd love to credit whoever came up with it.
Once again, thank you so much for reading and commenting ♥
Re: FILL - there's oceans in between us (but that's not very far) [2/2]reogulusApril 25 2011, 03:35:53 UTC
aw, thanks! i feel weird about thanking people for their heartache now, but thank you so much. i've always been a bit insecure about my porn writing skills, and it means a lot to me that you think it's hot :D
When you pinned him against your door and kissed him, his eyes were screwed shut. By the time the kiss broke and you pulled the hoodie over his head, the light was back in his eyes, fervent and smug, with a sadness he couldn’t bother to hide.
“Don’t think about her.” You mouthed against his ear, stripping off your trousers. I’m here for you. You have me.
“Wardo, I know.” He answered without patience and palmed you through your boxers. You moaned and guided him to your bed, watching him kick off his jeans, watching him straddle you, watching the curve of his neck as he moved to reach your night stand. Everything you thought of as you jerked off alone in this bed for the past three months would never, ever be as real.
Then those slick fingers found their way to that sweet spot, and the emptiness of the wait was but a blur.
Three months was a record for him, actually. You could almost understand why he called her a bitch on the Internet. Almost.
***
You wouldn’t let Gretchen to depose Christy, not only because she was crazy. Sure, she was a witness of your close relationship with Mark, but you never knew if she saw. If she saw, as she looked up at you with you cock in her mouth, that you were breathing hard and stretching your arm over the bathroom partition to find Mark’s fingers.
You remembered the sound of Alice pushing him against the other side of metal board you were leaning on. It still crossed your mind every now and then, but you didn’t allow yourself to hold on to it. Mark never took your hand. For a while you thought it was because you were both with girls and it was no longer open season, and then for another period of time you were so bitter that you couldn’t stop thinking about that night, how Mark never went to Erica to apologize because he’d always been a fucking asshole, how he went over because he just wasn’t over her. Then you filed the lawsuit because you couldn’t bear to wonder anymore.
***
You propped yourself up against the headboard, making a last note in the Macro textbook by the night light. He rolled on his side, the comforter strained between your bodies. Shadows danced across the messy curls splayed on half of your pillow, and you didn’t realize you were stroking his hair until you did.
“Go to sleep.” The tip of your ring finger touched his the back of his neck, and he mumbled into the bed.
“Okay.” You answered softly and turned off the light. He scooted over a bit to give you room.
If you’d known this would be the last time he slept in your bed, you would have just stayed awake.
***
The first time it happened, he was riding you, his hips fitted against your thumbs. I love you, he said, fuck, Wardo, I love you. You bit your lips and choked down the feelings. And then it became quiet, discreet, when you finally broke the silence and said it back with his come running down your thighs, he didn’t say it back either.
Now he looked at you across the tables, eyes wide and passive. Consider carefully, now. Would you see him for who he was, or who he was to you?
For the first time in two years, you turned around and tried.
With him, it always felt like the first time.
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And sad... :( (No happy ending? That's a rare one.)
I like how you described Eduardo's point of view. It's simple yet efficient.
Good fic!!! *thumbs up!*
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Thanks for writing and sharing <3
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Once again, thank you so much for reading and commenting ♥
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