fic: the one where they spent the whole weekend in bed (part 2/3)
fic: the one where they spent the whole weekend in bed (part two of three)
fandom: the social network
pairing: mark/eduardo
notes: written for the tsn_kinkmeme prompt "That time at Harvard where they spent the whole weekend in bed."
SATURDAY 12:00 AM
It's not fair, because Eduardo keeps shifting his hips against him, and kissing down his neck, and Mark squirms because he'll definitely come if Eduardo keeps doing that thing with his tongue, biting and licking at his collarbone. They haven't even made it to the bed; Eduardo's sprawled on top of Mark on the couch, and one of Mark's hands is spread possessively over Eduardo's ass, under his jeans, and maybe they give Dustin a hard time but they don't actually want to scar him for life.
"Bed?" Eduardo gasps out, and Mark squeezes his ass reflexively. Eduardo groans and grinds down harder.
Mark nods forcefully, pushes him away a little bit, and Eduardo stands up. He looks utterly debauched, hair a mess, the outline of his cock obvious in his jeans, lips swollen. Mark swallows hard.
"Fuck, hurry-" Eduardo says, voice cracking, a grin breaking out on his face, and Mark follows him into the bedroom.
SATURDAY 12:05 AM
Mark breathes heavy through his nose, and pulls off and breathes onto Eduardo, and-
SATURDAY 12:06 AM
Eduardo moans, and his fingers are five hot points of pressure against Mark's scalp, and he lets Eduardo push a little harder, thrust into his mouth, and-
SATURDAY 12:11 AM
Eduardo unzips Mark's pants and licks a stripe down the middle of his hand, takes him hard, and-
SATURDAY 12:14 AM
Mark's mouth falls open when Eduardo rubs a thumb over the head, slick and hot, and-
SATURDAY 12:17 AM
Eduardo collapses, nose pressing into the side of Mark's neck.
"Good night?" he says, gusting a hot sweet breath over Mark's cheek.
Mark's already asleep.
SATURDAY 5:13 AM
Mark wakes up briefly when Eduardo nearly falls out of bed in his haste to get to the suite bathroom.
He closes his eyes and hears Eduardo throw up.
SATURDAY 5:15 AM
Eduardo crawls back into bed, and throws an arm over Mark's chest. Mark moves away, making a vague noise of protest, but Eduardo smells good, actually, like smoke, and cologne, and mouthwash.
"Shh," Eduardo murmurs, nuzzling in closer.
SATURDAY 8:33 AM
Mark comes awake, his head pounding, and actually closes his eyes like it'll go away if he pretends to be asleep.
"Water," he mutters, and gropes around on the floor to the side of the bed, miraculously finding a half-empty bottle of Dasani.
Eduardo says something unintelligible, and Mark stares at him for a second. Sun's curling through the blinds, Eduardo is pressed open-mouthed against Mark's chest, hair everywhere. Mark grins at the ceiling.
SATURDAY 11:45 AM
The door of the suite slams.
"Nggh," says Eduardo, lifting his head, and Mark sleepily pushes it back down.
"Cold," he explains, not opening his eyes, and Eduardo nods.
SATURDAY 12:15 PM
There are muffled voices outside Mark's bedroom. They're both awake now, at least partially, but they're still laying in silence, side by side, on their backs.
"Do you even remember what happened after the cross country house?" Eduardo asks muzzily, curling his hand over Mark's.
"Kirkland? I think," Mark responds, and there's a knock on Mark's door.
"What?" Mark calls, raising his head slightly.
"You want a bagel?" Dustin calls through the door, and Mark raises an eyebrow at Eduardo. Eduardo shrugs and nods.
"Yeah."
"Are you decent?" Dustin asks, opening the door slightly and shielding his eyes, Eduardo grins and hides completely under the covers, and Mark stands up in his boxer shorts, swaying a little.
"Yeah, yeah, idiot, give it to me," Mark says as Dustin almost collides with Mark's nightstand.
"Cool. What's up, Wardo." Eduardo waves, one hand sticking out from beneath the comforter.
"Chris brought them."
"That boy is a saint," Eduardo says, voice hoarse, and Mark accepts the bag.
Mark bites into a poppyseed bagel plain, while Eduardo sits up and starts sawing at his with a plastic knife. Dustin sits down in Mark's desk chair.
"Soooo," he stretches it out, fishing another bagel out of the bag. "Don't you smug little assholes want to hear what I did last night?"
"Eh, not really," Mark says, and Eduardo laughs with his mouth full.
"Well, then I shall tell you. As a punishment for not sticking with me like you said you would."
"Oh God, you didn't go to EMS, did you?" Eduardo asks, eyes wide.
"No! Jesus, give me some credit. I did, however, puke in the bushes outside the crew house."
"What the fuck were you doing at the crew house?"
"I don't even know, man. There was this group of girls. They dragged me along."
"Ahh, a whole group of girls. What a stud."
"Shut up. They were super hot. But I think they all had boyfriends in crew. I'm actually pretty sure they only took me along as "security" for the walk? Which, you know, is pretty badass." He flexes one puny bicep.
"So, you threw up at the crew house…"
"Then I lost my Harvard ID, took a shot of Karkov, and fucking found it again. ON THE GROUND. It was so epic."
Eduardo shrugs, impressed. "Nice."
"You took a shot after you threw up?"
"Fuck yeah I did. And then I came home and passed out."
"That certainly sounds eventful," Mark says dryly.
"Whatever, not all of else can have convenient live-in sex partners like you do," Dustin says, and Eduardo cracks up.
"I'm gonna go get some real food. You want?"
Mark shakes his head. "I, uh, I'm fine. Wardo?"
"Whatever you wanna do." He grins up at Mark.
"Ugh, you kids, ya make me sick," Dustin says in an exaggerated New York accent, and slams the door behind him.
SATURDAY 12:45 PM
"I'm gonna take a shower," Eduardo says, running a hand through his hair. Mark nods, tapping at his computer.
Then it enters his mind, involuntarily, Eduardo naked and wet and tan, and he stands up determinedly and kicks off his boxers.
SATURDAY 12:50 PM
"Yeah. Fuck, yes. Fuck- there- yeah- Mark, Jesus Christ-"
SATURDAY 1:25 PM
Mark's sleeping again, sprawled over his bed, head on Eduardo's thigh. Eduardo's trying to read econ, but his eyes keep falling shut, and once or twice he nearly drops the 400 page book straight on Mark's face.
"Put it away before you murder me," Mark murmurs, hands pushing at the book, and Eduardo laughs and tosses it on the ground with a thump.
"Fine, now move down a little bit," he says, pushing himself down and Mark ends up curled into him, head slotted perfectly into his neck, and Eduardo yanks a blanket over them with one hand.
SATURDAY 2:45 PM
"Dude! You seriously think you can- fuck you, bro, look who doesn't have a head now- yeah, yeah, you're headless, motherfucker!"
Mark lifts his head.
"Can we kill him?" he asks sleepily, and Eduardo nods placatingly.
"Yeah, yeah, we'll murder him later, go back to sleep."
Mark groans and puts a pillow over his head.
SATURDAY 3:30 PM
Mark wakes up, and the bed is empty. He sits up quickly, head spinning, and Eduardo laughs from where he's standing near the computer, fully dressed.
"Good morning."
Mark just mutters something.
"I'm gonna go grab some food. I'm fucking starving."
Mark nods, and Eduardo turns to go.
"Wait," he says, voice rusty and thick with sleep. "Hand me my laptop."
Eduardo unplugs it and sets it on the bed.
"I'll get you something, okay?"
Mark nods again.
As soon as Eduardo leaves the room, Dustin pops his head in.
"Oh Maaarky," he trills, and Mark flops back down. Dustin comes all the way in and straddles Mark's desk chair, head on his folded hands, eyelashes fluttering.
"I think you owe me a thank-you, lil' miss Mark," he says, and Mark doesn't look up.
"Well, it's because I removed the obstacles in your path, if you will recall," Dustin continues, like Mark had asked why.
"Go away, Dustin," Mark mutters.
"So ungrateful. Tut, tut, tut. I was your wingman last night, and I don't even get a gracias?"
"Oh my God, Dustin, I will kill you," Mark says, and Dustin backs out of the room, palms up.
"Mark," he hisses, when the door is mostly closed. "Mark, he has a lot of feelings!!!"
Mark throws the empty water bottle at the door.
SATURDAY 3:45 PM
Eduardo backs into the room, arms full of takeout boxes and coffee.
He sets it down on the desk, and sits down, opens one- the scent of hamburger wafts out, and Mark sits up.
"C'mere," Eduardo says, mouth full.
"You come here," Mark says petulantly. They're five feet apart.
Eduardo shakes his head and picks up two boxes, sitting cross-legged on the end of the bed.
"Thanks," Mark says once he's bitten into a chicken sandwich, and Eduardo favors him with a grin.
"I saw Lacey at the d-hall," Eduardo says conversationally.
"Wait, crazy Lacey? Stalker notes in your calc binder Lacey?"
Eduardo nods.
"What'd you say?"
"I may or may not have hid behind the oatmeal stand. It was a close call."
Mark laughs, and Dustin pops in again.
"Wardo, did you get any french fries? I want some, pleaaase," he whines, and Eduardo shoves one of the boxes at him.
"Now get out!" Mark yells, unnecessarily loud, pointing dramatically at the door, and Eduardo snorts with laughter.
SATURDAY 4:30 PM
"I have a study group thing tonight, for my macro final," Eduardo says.
Mark's sitting up, back against the wall, and Eduardo is lying on his back next to him, one hand slung over Mark's thigh.
"Studies have shown that group study isn't actually as effective as people thought," Mark says, not looking up from his laptop.
Eduardo grins to himself. "Are you saying you don't want me to go?"
"Of course not. You should do whatever is most effective for an adequate grade on the final."
"Maybe I should stay in then," Eduardo muses, moving his hand to the inside of Mark's thigh. Mark doesn't say anything, but Eduardo hears the typing stop.
"Whatever you think is best," Mark says stiffly, and Eduardo pushes the laptop off him and straddles him on the bed, thighs pressed tight against Mark's. He leans down and breathes gently over Mark's lips, and Mark thrusts his hips up, and when Eduardo groans they hear, outside, Dustin turning the TV volume up.
SATURDAY 5:30 PM
Eduardo's sitting on the couch, feet curled under him, while Dustin sniffles valiantly at the end of Ferris Bueller's Day Off.
"Are you- crying?" Eduardo asks dubiously, and Dustin rubs a hand over his eyes.
"No!" he says, as on the screen, Cameron says, "Who do you love? You love a car!"
"Oh my God, you are!"
"Do you have no heart?" Dustin yells, and Mark snorts from where he's typing at his desktop, bare feet curled on the cold floor.
"Do you want me to turn it off?" Eduardo asks, batting his eyelashes at Dustin. "Do you want me to turn off the big bad '80s movie?"
"Fuck off," Dustin mutters, and tackles Eduardo. They wrestle for a minute until Eduardo lands a solid elbow in Dustin's chest. He falls off the couch with a gasp.
"CHAMPION!" Eduardo proclaims, putting one foot on Dustin's stomach.
"Mark! Call off your lapdog!" Dustin says, panting, and Eduardo digs his foot in for a second before he walks over to Mark.
"Mm, I'm your lapdog, Mark?" He sits down on Mark in the chair, bends his head down towards his neck, and Dustin splutters with indignation.
"I hate you," he says with feeling, pulling himself back onto the couch, and Eduardo laughs and kisses the spot right below the left side of Mark's bottom lip. Then he pulls away and flops back down onto the sofa. Dustin looks sideways at him like he's considering a second attack, but Eduardo makes karate-hands and he just giggles and changes the channel.
"Are you guys going to even, like, leave the room today?" he asks, as he flips to a Newlyweds re-run.
"I already did," Eduardo says, grabbing a Twizzler from the open bag on the table. "It's all up to Mark now."
"Do you wanna get dinner at Redline?"
Mark shrugs. "I'm up for it."
"Yeah, we showered already," Eduardo says, absorbed in an episode of South Park, and Dustin groans.
"We. Ugh, you two are that couple."
"We're not a couple," Mark says reflexively, and there's a silence. He looks up, suddenly tense, and Eduardo's having a silent fake-sobbing fit, while Dustin pretends to console him, shaking his head and tutting at Mark.
"Idiots," he says, looking back down, laughing a little because for a second he didn't know what Eduardo would do. Are they a couple? He's not sure. Yeah, they don't hook up with anyone else. But it's not like they… hold hands, and buy each other stuff, and give each other flowers. Or whatever.
"So, Redline?"
"Sounds fine," Mark says, and they lapse into silence.
SATURDAY 5:47 PM
"Hey, Chris," Eduardo says, muffled, face pressed into a pillow.
"Hey guys," Chris says, and motions for Dustin to shove over. He sits down between them, exhaling loud.
"How was the thing?" Dustin asks. They've been staring at MTV in a daze for fifteen minutes, and he's pretty sure Eduardo was asleep until Chris pushed the door open.
"It was fine. My shoe broke, which sucked, because I had to work a six-hour shift. Also, I really fucking liked these shoes." He lifts his feet up and surveys them with disdain. Dustin laughs shortly.
"That sucks."
"What have y'all been up to?"
"Mark hasn't left the room," Dustin explains. "They've been being irritatingly cuddly all day."
Chris laughs. "Poor you. It's okay, I'll cuddle with you." He throws an arm around Dustin's shoulders and gives him a noogie, and Dustin squeals like a little girl.
SATURDAY 7:00 PM
"So, how does the outside feel?" Dustin asks at Redline, later, laughing.
"It's so cold… What is snow?" Mark says in a robot voice, looking around wide-eyed, and Eduardo grins from across the table and takes another sip of his Corona.
"So, what're you gonna do tonight?" Chris asks.
Eduardo looks at Mark, and sucks in a breath, because yes, Mark is rubbing his socked foot along the bend of Eduardo's knee, then his thigh.
"Um, I don't know-" he says, taking a huge bite to cover up, and Mark pushes the arch of his foot against Eduardo's cock and he nearly chokes.
"I was thinking about staying in," Mark says casually, looking at Eduardo through lowered eyelashes.
Praise the Jewish God, Dustin and Chris don't notice, and Mark curls his toes around the outline of Eduardo's cock in his jeans, and Eduardo shoots him a pleading look.
"I sort of wanna go see the dance concert," Chris says thoughtfully. "Dustin, will you go with me?"
Dustin heaves a loud, long-suffering sigh. "Ugggghhhh. Fine. I shall. If you come to that PS3 party after in Eliot." Chris nods, and Eduardo clenches his hand in a fist around his fork, because Mark won't stop.
"Mark!" he says finally, too loud, and they all look at him. "- uh, wanted to go to that. The PS3. Thing. Mark did."
"I thought you just said you wanted to stay in-" Chris says bemusedly to Mark, and Mark takes his foot away innocently, leaving Eduardo pushing his hips forward into empty air.
"Yeah, but I'm tired, and Wardo needs help studying for a macro final."
Eduardo narrows his eyes at Mark.
"Studying," Dustin grumbles. "Yeah. Sure. I guess that's what they're calling it these days."
SATURDAY 8:00 PM
It's an agonizing forty-five minutes until Dustin and Chris leave for the concert, and Mark keeps shooting these smoldering looks at Eduardo, and Eduardo can't stop licking his lips. He's wanted to blow Mark since this morning in the shower, and he can't fucking wait 'til they leave and he can get on his knees in front of Mark at his desk and give him some fucking amazing head.
The door closes, and Eduardo's on top of Mark in the office chair before he can even blink.
"What the fuck were you doing," he murmurs, taking Mark's head in both hands and biting at the curve of his jaw. "In the bar? With your fucking… feet?"
Mark just gets his mouth on Eduardo's, shuts him up.
Eduardo slides to his knees, and takes Mark's cock out.
"Now I want you to stay quiet," he instructs, and Mark grips the edge of the chair.
"Yeah. Wardo. Yes."
"I said quiet," Eduardo says, low in his throat, and takes him into his mouth. Mark keens, but slaps a hand over his own mouth just in time, so it comes out muffled, wanting, still too loud.
Eduardo smiles around him, teeth grazing, and Mark's hips jerk wildly.
SATURDAY 8:06 PM
Eduardo spits in the sink, and collapses on the couch.
Without a word, Mark comes and lies down next to him, curls into him, and breathes into his neck.
"Nap?" Eduardo says quietly, more a vibration than an actual word.
Mark nods.
SATURDAY 9:00 PM
They're woken up by what sounds like someone falling against the wall outside their door. Someone else laughs. Bass thumps.
Eduardo blinks sleepily in the dark room, and Mark wiggles closer to him.
"Sounds like something's going on outside," Eduardo says.
"I heard John and his roommate have been brewing cider in their room for like three weeks," Mark murmurs into Eduardo's chest. Eduardo huffs out a laugh.
"God, I bet that is terrible."
"You wanna watch a movie?"
"Yeah. Sure. Didn't Chris rent Dawn of the Dead?"
"I'll grab it."
Mark unfolds himself from Eduardo and picks up the DVD off the floor. Eduardo grins at Mark's ass, still lying on his side.
"I should be studying," he says, a little despairingly, and Mark pours himself a water and sits down on the edge of the couch, back pressed against Eduardo's stomach.
"We- you'll study tomorrow. I'll make flashcards."
"So caring," Eduardo laughs. "Nothing like a good flashcard to help me master the Engel curve."
"Flashcards will work, econ's practically a humanities course."
"I resent that," Eduardo says, and he sits up, next to Mark, presses their thighs together.
SATURDAY 10:45 PM
"We're drinking maturely," Eduardo says, sipping delicately at his screwdriver. "Not to excess. My mother would be ever so proud." He sticks out his pinky finger, and Mark grins over his Beck's.
"There's nothing more mature than Minute Maid and Smirnoff," he says, and Eduardo snorts.
"I'll toast to that."
The door slams open, and Dustin and Chris stumble in. Or, more accurately, Chris stumbles in under Dustin's weight.
"What the fuck happened, man?"
"I won!" Dustin yells, his feet dragging. "I am a winner!"
"He did not win," Chris pants. "He is terrible. They kept making him take shots. Of 151."
"Shit," Eduardo laughs, "And here we are sipping our mixed drinks and/or lager. Excuse us for being classy."
Chris calls from Dustin's room, "Shut up, Wardo. Come help me put him on his side."
SATURDAY 11 PM
"So, what have you two been up to?" Chris asks, flopping down on the couch. "Am I totally cockblocking right now? You can tell me."
"No!" Eduardo exclaims, gulping the last of his screwdriver. Mark just goes red. "We haven't done much. Watched a movie. Took a nap."
"I fucking hate being single," Chris grumbles.
"Didn't you hook up with three guys last weekend?" Eduardo asks, laughing.
Chris shrugs and grins coyly. "Yeah, you're right. Good point. But it was election season, Wardo. Heady times. Heady times."
SATURDAY 11:45 PM
They've been watching TV in silence for a while, and finally Mark yawns hugely, jaw cracking.
"Wardo, I'm gonna go to bed," he says, and Eduardo nods, stands up and fumbles for his scarf on the armchair.
"Okay, cool, man."
"I mean, if you want-" Mark gestures vaguely toward his room, and there's a silence, until Chris cracks up.
"Put down the scarf, Wardo," he says, snorting. "Put down the scarf and go cuddle."
Eduardo throws it at Chris' face and slams Mark's door behind them.
The room's pitch black, and Eduardo finds his lips somehow, kisses him wetly, lets a hand fall on the back of Mark's neck. He tastes sweet, cold, like juice, and Mark goes unconsciously up on his toes to get deeper in Eduardo's mouth.
Eduardo moans, and pushes against him, against the door, and Mark feels, very clearly, rough-grained wood against his fingertips and Eduardo's soft lips against his neck. He inhales, and Eduardo chases the breath, and his exhale's a hot breathy groan.
fandom: the social network
pairing: mark/eduardo
notes: written for the tsn_kinkmeme prompt "That time at Harvard where they spent the whole weekend in bed."
SATURDAY 12:00 AM
It's not fair, because Eduardo keeps shifting his hips against him, and kissing down his neck, and Mark squirms because he'll definitely come if Eduardo keeps doing that thing with his tongue, biting and licking at his collarbone. They haven't even made it to the bed; Eduardo's sprawled on top of Mark on the couch, and one of Mark's hands is spread possessively over Eduardo's ass, under his jeans, and maybe they give Dustin a hard time but they don't actually want to scar him for life.
"Bed?" Eduardo gasps out, and Mark squeezes his ass reflexively. Eduardo groans and grinds down harder.
Mark nods forcefully, pushes him away a little bit, and Eduardo stands up. He looks utterly debauched, hair a mess, the outline of his cock obvious in his jeans, lips swollen. Mark swallows hard.
"Fuck, hurry-" Eduardo says, voice cracking, a grin breaking out on his face, and Mark follows him into the bedroom.
SATURDAY 12:05 AM
Mark breathes heavy through his nose, and pulls off and breathes onto Eduardo, and-
SATURDAY 12:06 AM
Eduardo moans, and his fingers are five hot points of pressure against Mark's scalp, and he lets Eduardo push a little harder, thrust into his mouth, and-
SATURDAY 12:11 AM
Eduardo unzips Mark's pants and licks a stripe down the middle of his hand, takes him hard, and-
SATURDAY 12:14 AM
Mark's mouth falls open when Eduardo rubs a thumb over the head, slick and hot, and-
SATURDAY 12:17 AM
Eduardo collapses, nose pressing into the side of Mark's neck.
"Good night?" he says, gusting a hot sweet breath over Mark's cheek.
Mark's already asleep.
SATURDAY 5:13 AM
Mark wakes up briefly when Eduardo nearly falls out of bed in his haste to get to the suite bathroom.
He closes his eyes and hears Eduardo throw up.
SATURDAY 5:15 AM
Eduardo crawls back into bed, and throws an arm over Mark's chest. Mark moves away, making a vague noise of protest, but Eduardo smells good, actually, like smoke, and cologne, and mouthwash.
"Shh," Eduardo murmurs, nuzzling in closer.
SATURDAY 8:33 AM
Mark comes awake, his head pounding, and actually closes his eyes like it'll go away if he pretends to be asleep.
"Water," he mutters, and gropes around on the floor to the side of the bed, miraculously finding a half-empty bottle of Dasani.
Eduardo says something unintelligible, and Mark stares at him for a second. Sun's curling through the blinds, Eduardo is pressed open-mouthed against Mark's chest, hair everywhere. Mark grins at the ceiling.
SATURDAY 11:45 AM
The door of the suite slams.
"Nggh," says Eduardo, lifting his head, and Mark sleepily pushes it back down.
"Cold," he explains, not opening his eyes, and Eduardo nods.
SATURDAY 12:15 PM
There are muffled voices outside Mark's bedroom. They're both awake now, at least partially, but they're still laying in silence, side by side, on their backs.
"Do you even remember what happened after the cross country house?" Eduardo asks muzzily, curling his hand over Mark's.
"Kirkland? I think," Mark responds, and there's a knock on Mark's door.
"What?" Mark calls, raising his head slightly.
"You want a bagel?" Dustin calls through the door, and Mark raises an eyebrow at Eduardo. Eduardo shrugs and nods.
"Yeah."
"Are you decent?" Dustin asks, opening the door slightly and shielding his eyes, Eduardo grins and hides completely under the covers, and Mark stands up in his boxer shorts, swaying a little.
"Yeah, yeah, idiot, give it to me," Mark says as Dustin almost collides with Mark's nightstand.
"Cool. What's up, Wardo." Eduardo waves, one hand sticking out from beneath the comforter.
"Chris brought them."
"That boy is a saint," Eduardo says, voice hoarse, and Mark accepts the bag.
Mark bites into a poppyseed bagel plain, while Eduardo sits up and starts sawing at his with a plastic knife. Dustin sits down in Mark's desk chair.
"Soooo," he stretches it out, fishing another bagel out of the bag. "Don't you smug little assholes want to hear what I did last night?"
"Eh, not really," Mark says, and Eduardo laughs with his mouth full.
"Well, then I shall tell you. As a punishment for not sticking with me like you said you would."
"Oh God, you didn't go to EMS, did you?" Eduardo asks, eyes wide.
"No! Jesus, give me some credit. I did, however, puke in the bushes outside the crew house."
"What the fuck were you doing at the crew house?"
"I don't even know, man. There was this group of girls. They dragged me along."
"Ahh, a whole group of girls. What a stud."
"Shut up. They were super hot. But I think they all had boyfriends in crew. I'm actually pretty sure they only took me along as "security" for the walk? Which, you know, is pretty badass." He flexes one puny bicep.
"So, you threw up at the crew house…"
"Then I lost my Harvard ID, took a shot of Karkov, and fucking found it again. ON THE GROUND. It was so epic."
Eduardo shrugs, impressed. "Nice."
"You took a shot after you threw up?"
"Fuck yeah I did. And then I came home and passed out."
"That certainly sounds eventful," Mark says dryly.
"Whatever, not all of else can have convenient live-in sex partners like you do," Dustin says, and Eduardo cracks up.
"I'm gonna go get some real food. You want?"
Mark shakes his head. "I, uh, I'm fine. Wardo?"
"Whatever you wanna do." He grins up at Mark.
"Ugh, you kids, ya make me sick," Dustin says in an exaggerated New York accent, and slams the door behind him.
SATURDAY 12:45 PM
"I'm gonna take a shower," Eduardo says, running a hand through his hair. Mark nods, tapping at his computer.
Then it enters his mind, involuntarily, Eduardo naked and wet and tan, and he stands up determinedly and kicks off his boxers.
SATURDAY 12:50 PM
"Yeah. Fuck, yes. Fuck- there- yeah- Mark, Jesus Christ-"
SATURDAY 1:25 PM
Mark's sleeping again, sprawled over his bed, head on Eduardo's thigh. Eduardo's trying to read econ, but his eyes keep falling shut, and once or twice he nearly drops the 400 page book straight on Mark's face.
"Put it away before you murder me," Mark murmurs, hands pushing at the book, and Eduardo laughs and tosses it on the ground with a thump.
"Fine, now move down a little bit," he says, pushing himself down and Mark ends up curled into him, head slotted perfectly into his neck, and Eduardo yanks a blanket over them with one hand.
SATURDAY 2:45 PM
"Dude! You seriously think you can- fuck you, bro, look who doesn't have a head now- yeah, yeah, you're headless, motherfucker!"
Mark lifts his head.
"Can we kill him?" he asks sleepily, and Eduardo nods placatingly.
"Yeah, yeah, we'll murder him later, go back to sleep."
Mark groans and puts a pillow over his head.
SATURDAY 3:30 PM
Mark wakes up, and the bed is empty. He sits up quickly, head spinning, and Eduardo laughs from where he's standing near the computer, fully dressed.
"Good morning."
Mark just mutters something.
"I'm gonna go grab some food. I'm fucking starving."
Mark nods, and Eduardo turns to go.
"Wait," he says, voice rusty and thick with sleep. "Hand me my laptop."
Eduardo unplugs it and sets it on the bed.
"I'll get you something, okay?"
Mark nods again.
As soon as Eduardo leaves the room, Dustin pops his head in.
"Oh Maaarky," he trills, and Mark flops back down. Dustin comes all the way in and straddles Mark's desk chair, head on his folded hands, eyelashes fluttering.
"I think you owe me a thank-you, lil' miss Mark," he says, and Mark doesn't look up.
"Well, it's because I removed the obstacles in your path, if you will recall," Dustin continues, like Mark had asked why.
"Go away, Dustin," Mark mutters.
"So ungrateful. Tut, tut, tut. I was your wingman last night, and I don't even get a gracias?"
"Oh my God, Dustin, I will kill you," Mark says, and Dustin backs out of the room, palms up.
"Mark," he hisses, when the door is mostly closed. "Mark, he has a lot of feelings!!!"
Mark throws the empty water bottle at the door.
SATURDAY 3:45 PM
Eduardo backs into the room, arms full of takeout boxes and coffee.
He sets it down on the desk, and sits down, opens one- the scent of hamburger wafts out, and Mark sits up.
"C'mere," Eduardo says, mouth full.
"You come here," Mark says petulantly. They're five feet apart.
Eduardo shakes his head and picks up two boxes, sitting cross-legged on the end of the bed.
"Thanks," Mark says once he's bitten into a chicken sandwich, and Eduardo favors him with a grin.
"I saw Lacey at the d-hall," Eduardo says conversationally.
"Wait, crazy Lacey? Stalker notes in your calc binder Lacey?"
Eduardo nods.
"What'd you say?"
"I may or may not have hid behind the oatmeal stand. It was a close call."
Mark laughs, and Dustin pops in again.
"Wardo, did you get any french fries? I want some, pleaaase," he whines, and Eduardo shoves one of the boxes at him.
"Now get out!" Mark yells, unnecessarily loud, pointing dramatically at the door, and Eduardo snorts with laughter.
SATURDAY 4:30 PM
"I have a study group thing tonight, for my macro final," Eduardo says.
Mark's sitting up, back against the wall, and Eduardo is lying on his back next to him, one hand slung over Mark's thigh.
"Studies have shown that group study isn't actually as effective as people thought," Mark says, not looking up from his laptop.
Eduardo grins to himself. "Are you saying you don't want me to go?"
"Of course not. You should do whatever is most effective for an adequate grade on the final."
"Maybe I should stay in then," Eduardo muses, moving his hand to the inside of Mark's thigh. Mark doesn't say anything, but Eduardo hears the typing stop.
"Whatever you think is best," Mark says stiffly, and Eduardo pushes the laptop off him and straddles him on the bed, thighs pressed tight against Mark's. He leans down and breathes gently over Mark's lips, and Mark thrusts his hips up, and when Eduardo groans they hear, outside, Dustin turning the TV volume up.
SATURDAY 5:30 PM
Eduardo's sitting on the couch, feet curled under him, while Dustin sniffles valiantly at the end of Ferris Bueller's Day Off.
"Are you- crying?" Eduardo asks dubiously, and Dustin rubs a hand over his eyes.
"No!" he says, as on the screen, Cameron says, "Who do you love? You love a car!"
"Oh my God, you are!"
"Do you have no heart?" Dustin yells, and Mark snorts from where he's typing at his desktop, bare feet curled on the cold floor.
"Do you want me to turn it off?" Eduardo asks, batting his eyelashes at Dustin. "Do you want me to turn off the big bad '80s movie?"
"Fuck off," Dustin mutters, and tackles Eduardo. They wrestle for a minute until Eduardo lands a solid elbow in Dustin's chest. He falls off the couch with a gasp.
"CHAMPION!" Eduardo proclaims, putting one foot on Dustin's stomach.
"Mark! Call off your lapdog!" Dustin says, panting, and Eduardo digs his foot in for a second before he walks over to Mark.
"Mm, I'm your lapdog, Mark?" He sits down on Mark in the chair, bends his head down towards his neck, and Dustin splutters with indignation.
"I hate you," he says with feeling, pulling himself back onto the couch, and Eduardo laughs and kisses the spot right below the left side of Mark's bottom lip. Then he pulls away and flops back down onto the sofa. Dustin looks sideways at him like he's considering a second attack, but Eduardo makes karate-hands and he just giggles and changes the channel.
"Are you guys going to even, like, leave the room today?" he asks, as he flips to a Newlyweds re-run.
"I already did," Eduardo says, grabbing a Twizzler from the open bag on the table. "It's all up to Mark now."
"Do you wanna get dinner at Redline?"
Mark shrugs. "I'm up for it."
"Yeah, we showered already," Eduardo says, absorbed in an episode of South Park, and Dustin groans.
"We. Ugh, you two are that couple."
"We're not a couple," Mark says reflexively, and there's a silence. He looks up, suddenly tense, and Eduardo's having a silent fake-sobbing fit, while Dustin pretends to console him, shaking his head and tutting at Mark.
"Idiots," he says, looking back down, laughing a little because for a second he didn't know what Eduardo would do. Are they a couple? He's not sure. Yeah, they don't hook up with anyone else. But it's not like they… hold hands, and buy each other stuff, and give each other flowers. Or whatever.
"So, Redline?"
"Sounds fine," Mark says, and they lapse into silence.
SATURDAY 5:47 PM
"Hey, Chris," Eduardo says, muffled, face pressed into a pillow.
"Hey guys," Chris says, and motions for Dustin to shove over. He sits down between them, exhaling loud.
"How was the thing?" Dustin asks. They've been staring at MTV in a daze for fifteen minutes, and he's pretty sure Eduardo was asleep until Chris pushed the door open.
"It was fine. My shoe broke, which sucked, because I had to work a six-hour shift. Also, I really fucking liked these shoes." He lifts his feet up and surveys them with disdain. Dustin laughs shortly.
"That sucks."
"What have y'all been up to?"
"Mark hasn't left the room," Dustin explains. "They've been being irritatingly cuddly all day."
Chris laughs. "Poor you. It's okay, I'll cuddle with you." He throws an arm around Dustin's shoulders and gives him a noogie, and Dustin squeals like a little girl.
SATURDAY 7:00 PM
"So, how does the outside feel?" Dustin asks at Redline, later, laughing.
"It's so cold… What is snow?" Mark says in a robot voice, looking around wide-eyed, and Eduardo grins from across the table and takes another sip of his Corona.
"So, what're you gonna do tonight?" Chris asks.
Eduardo looks at Mark, and sucks in a breath, because yes, Mark is rubbing his socked foot along the bend of Eduardo's knee, then his thigh.
"Um, I don't know-" he says, taking a huge bite to cover up, and Mark pushes the arch of his foot against Eduardo's cock and he nearly chokes.
"I was thinking about staying in," Mark says casually, looking at Eduardo through lowered eyelashes.
Praise the Jewish God, Dustin and Chris don't notice, and Mark curls his toes around the outline of Eduardo's cock in his jeans, and Eduardo shoots him a pleading look.
"I sort of wanna go see the dance concert," Chris says thoughtfully. "Dustin, will you go with me?"
Dustin heaves a loud, long-suffering sigh. "Ugggghhhh. Fine. I shall. If you come to that PS3 party after in Eliot." Chris nods, and Eduardo clenches his hand in a fist around his fork, because Mark won't stop.
"Mark!" he says finally, too loud, and they all look at him. "- uh, wanted to go to that. The PS3. Thing. Mark did."
"I thought you just said you wanted to stay in-" Chris says bemusedly to Mark, and Mark takes his foot away innocently, leaving Eduardo pushing his hips forward into empty air.
"Yeah, but I'm tired, and Wardo needs help studying for a macro final."
Eduardo narrows his eyes at Mark.
"Studying," Dustin grumbles. "Yeah. Sure. I guess that's what they're calling it these days."
SATURDAY 8:00 PM
It's an agonizing forty-five minutes until Dustin and Chris leave for the concert, and Mark keeps shooting these smoldering looks at Eduardo, and Eduardo can't stop licking his lips. He's wanted to blow Mark since this morning in the shower, and he can't fucking wait 'til they leave and he can get on his knees in front of Mark at his desk and give him some fucking amazing head.
The door closes, and Eduardo's on top of Mark in the office chair before he can even blink.
"What the fuck were you doing," he murmurs, taking Mark's head in both hands and biting at the curve of his jaw. "In the bar? With your fucking… feet?"
Mark just gets his mouth on Eduardo's, shuts him up.
Eduardo slides to his knees, and takes Mark's cock out.
"Now I want you to stay quiet," he instructs, and Mark grips the edge of the chair.
"Yeah. Wardo. Yes."
"I said quiet," Eduardo says, low in his throat, and takes him into his mouth. Mark keens, but slaps a hand over his own mouth just in time, so it comes out muffled, wanting, still too loud.
Eduardo smiles around him, teeth grazing, and Mark's hips jerk wildly.
SATURDAY 8:06 PM
Eduardo spits in the sink, and collapses on the couch.
Without a word, Mark comes and lies down next to him, curls into him, and breathes into his neck.
"Nap?" Eduardo says quietly, more a vibration than an actual word.
Mark nods.
SATURDAY 9:00 PM
They're woken up by what sounds like someone falling against the wall outside their door. Someone else laughs. Bass thumps.
Eduardo blinks sleepily in the dark room, and Mark wiggles closer to him.
"Sounds like something's going on outside," Eduardo says.
"I heard John and his roommate have been brewing cider in their room for like three weeks," Mark murmurs into Eduardo's chest. Eduardo huffs out a laugh.
"God, I bet that is terrible."
"You wanna watch a movie?"
"Yeah. Sure. Didn't Chris rent Dawn of the Dead?"
"I'll grab it."
Mark unfolds himself from Eduardo and picks up the DVD off the floor. Eduardo grins at Mark's ass, still lying on his side.
"I should be studying," he says, a little despairingly, and Mark pours himself a water and sits down on the edge of the couch, back pressed against Eduardo's stomach.
"We- you'll study tomorrow. I'll make flashcards."
"So caring," Eduardo laughs. "Nothing like a good flashcard to help me master the Engel curve."
"Flashcards will work, econ's practically a humanities course."
"I resent that," Eduardo says, and he sits up, next to Mark, presses their thighs together.
SATURDAY 10:45 PM
"We're drinking maturely," Eduardo says, sipping delicately at his screwdriver. "Not to excess. My mother would be ever so proud." He sticks out his pinky finger, and Mark grins over his Beck's.
"There's nothing more mature than Minute Maid and Smirnoff," he says, and Eduardo snorts.
"I'll toast to that."
The door slams open, and Dustin and Chris stumble in. Or, more accurately, Chris stumbles in under Dustin's weight.
"What the fuck happened, man?"
"I won!" Dustin yells, his feet dragging. "I am a winner!"
"He did not win," Chris pants. "He is terrible. They kept making him take shots. Of 151."
"Shit," Eduardo laughs, "And here we are sipping our mixed drinks and/or lager. Excuse us for being classy."
Chris calls from Dustin's room, "Shut up, Wardo. Come help me put him on his side."
SATURDAY 11 PM
"So, what have you two been up to?" Chris asks, flopping down on the couch. "Am I totally cockblocking right now? You can tell me."
"No!" Eduardo exclaims, gulping the last of his screwdriver. Mark just goes red. "We haven't done much. Watched a movie. Took a nap."
"I fucking hate being single," Chris grumbles.
"Didn't you hook up with three guys last weekend?" Eduardo asks, laughing.
Chris shrugs and grins coyly. "Yeah, you're right. Good point. But it was election season, Wardo. Heady times. Heady times."
SATURDAY 11:45 PM
They've been watching TV in silence for a while, and finally Mark yawns hugely, jaw cracking.
"Wardo, I'm gonna go to bed," he says, and Eduardo nods, stands up and fumbles for his scarf on the armchair.
"Okay, cool, man."
"I mean, if you want-" Mark gestures vaguely toward his room, and there's a silence, until Chris cracks up.
"Put down the scarf, Wardo," he says, snorting. "Put down the scarf and go cuddle."
Eduardo throws it at Chris' face and slams Mark's door behind them.
The room's pitch black, and Eduardo finds his lips somehow, kisses him wetly, lets a hand fall on the back of Mark's neck. He tastes sweet, cold, like juice, and Mark goes unconsciously up on his toes to get deeper in Eduardo's mouth.
Eduardo moans, and pushes against him, against the door, and Mark feels, very clearly, rough-grained wood against his fingertips and Eduardo's soft lips against his neck. He inhales, and Eduardo chases the breath, and his exhale's a hot breathy groan.