fic: Threads | The Social Network | Epilogue
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Prologue | Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Epilogue
Epilogue
"I think," Eduardo says, wrapping his hands around Mark's lapels and pulling him close, "we wouldn't have wasted five years if we'd gotten married in tuxes the first time."
"You would've jumped me?" Mark guesses, watching Eduardo's hands undo the buttons on the jacket and then the shirt underneath. The restrictive pressure around his neck goes away as Eduardo undoes the bow tie. His fingers skim across Mark's neck while he does it and Mark shivers.
"I was referring to you," Eduardo says innocently, looking down at Mark's fingers tangled tightly in the dress shirt, and Mark narrows his eyes and kisses him so he won't laugh.
The ceremony is fucking huge. Mark had tried to keep it small, but Chris had convinced Eduardo they had some sort of duty to all gays everywhere to let everyone and their grandmother's aunt come to their incredibly public wedding, and in the end the guest list is somewhere around two thousand people.
"Six hundred," Eduardo says.
"Which is why neither of us wants to go through that door," Mark says, because even if it is only six hundred, that doesn't undermine his point, which is: they both have stage fright at their own wedding ceremony and it's all Chris's fault.
"Chris says-" Dustin starts, sticking his head through the door that leads to the side hallways. He's been posted out there as a guard to make sure they don't run away and elope. Chris would actually kill them if they did. Or possibly cry.
Sean is guarding the door behind them, leaving them no way out but forward. Mark had thought Sean would be on their side, but at the first step Mark took towards him, Sean had held up his hands and gone off about the great investments of emotion and time he's made in them and their relationship, and he says he'll cry if he doesn't get to see them married for real.
Mark is mostly sure he, at least, is joking.
"Chris can go fuck himself," Mark says.
"Yeah, I know, we need to go out there," Eduardo says over Mark, and sighs at the end.
"No, actually," Dustin says, smiling. "Chris says that really, the point has been made, and also even he's starting to feel bad for you. He says you can run away, and he and Sean'll get hitched instead."
And that's how Mark and Eduardo's wedding of the century turns into Sean and Chris's wedding of the century. It gets three times the amount of publicity, and Mark will never be convinced all of it wasn't Chris's plan from the first.
It isn't until he and Eduardo are in the limo heading for downtown San Francisco that they realize they have no idea where they're going.
"We are still having a ceremony," Eduardo says stubbornly.
"Las Vegas?" Mark offers, because if Eduardo is going for a display-
"You're hilarious," Eduardo says dryly. "And no."
"Where then?" Mark says, but Eduardo has no suggestions either.
The best he has to offer is Boston, and Mark agrees finally that it sounds promising, but they get to the airport and the next flight isn't for another four hours, they just missed the previous one, and-
"I've always wanted to go to Singapore," Eduardo says.
"I've never been to Brazil," Mark adds.
On the plane, Mark tries to get his hands in Eduardo's pants while the lights are dimmed and everyone is asleep, but Eduardo pries him off and makes him promise to wait for the wedding night.
That means they've been in their tuxes for over thirty-six hours by the time they check into a penthouse suite in the heart of São Paulo, and they're both deliriously tired besides just delirious. Mark wants to sleep almost as much as he wants to have wedding night sex with Eduardo.
Almost.
He pulls Eduardo inside, away from the balcony he'd immediately gravitated to. It looks out over the whole city, bright lights and loud music and thick air and a hundred thousand voices almost audible, and none of them know or care that Mark and Eduardo are here at all.
"It's so much better than that public ceremony," Eduardo says as he lets Mark strip off their jackets and pull them towards the bed.
"I know," Mark says, with feeling. He's glad Eduardo has realized they didn't need any of that, and he kisses Eduardo's open mouth as they topple gracelessly back onto the bed.
"Mark," Eduardo says, hovering on hands and knees over him and grinning down.
"What?" Mark says. He refuses to smile back when Eduardo looks that stupid.
"We're married," Eduardo says.
"I know," Mark says, rolling his eyes. "In case you missed it, we have been for a while."
"No, Mark," Eduardo says, settling slowly so all his weight is on top of Mark. Mark's breath hitches. "I mean we're really married."
"Yeah," Mark says, amused despite himself at the way Eduardo won't kiss him, just rubs his nose along Mark's cheek. "We really are."
"Chains do not hold a marriage together. It is threads, hundreds of tiny threads which sew people together through the years."
- Simone Signoret
Prologue | Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Epilogue
Epilogue
"I think," Eduardo says, wrapping his hands around Mark's lapels and pulling him close, "we wouldn't have wasted five years if we'd gotten married in tuxes the first time."
"You would've jumped me?" Mark guesses, watching Eduardo's hands undo the buttons on the jacket and then the shirt underneath. The restrictive pressure around his neck goes away as Eduardo undoes the bow tie. His fingers skim across Mark's neck while he does it and Mark shivers.
"I was referring to you," Eduardo says innocently, looking down at Mark's fingers tangled tightly in the dress shirt, and Mark narrows his eyes and kisses him so he won't laugh.
The ceremony is fucking huge. Mark had tried to keep it small, but Chris had convinced Eduardo they had some sort of duty to all gays everywhere to let everyone and their grandmother's aunt come to their incredibly public wedding, and in the end the guest list is somewhere around two thousand people.
"Six hundred," Eduardo says.
"Which is why neither of us wants to go through that door," Mark says, because even if it is only six hundred, that doesn't undermine his point, which is: they both have stage fright at their own wedding ceremony and it's all Chris's fault.
"Chris says-" Dustin starts, sticking his head through the door that leads to the side hallways. He's been posted out there as a guard to make sure they don't run away and elope. Chris would actually kill them if they did. Or possibly cry.
Sean is guarding the door behind them, leaving them no way out but forward. Mark had thought Sean would be on their side, but at the first step Mark took towards him, Sean had held up his hands and gone off about the great investments of emotion and time he's made in them and their relationship, and he says he'll cry if he doesn't get to see them married for real.
Mark is mostly sure he, at least, is joking.
"Chris can go fuck himself," Mark says.
"Yeah, I know, we need to go out there," Eduardo says over Mark, and sighs at the end.
"No, actually," Dustin says, smiling. "Chris says that really, the point has been made, and also even he's starting to feel bad for you. He says you can run away, and he and Sean'll get hitched instead."
And that's how Mark and Eduardo's wedding of the century turns into Sean and Chris's wedding of the century. It gets three times the amount of publicity, and Mark will never be convinced all of it wasn't Chris's plan from the first.
It isn't until he and Eduardo are in the limo heading for downtown San Francisco that they realize they have no idea where they're going.
"We are still having a ceremony," Eduardo says stubbornly.
"Las Vegas?" Mark offers, because if Eduardo is going for a display-
"You're hilarious," Eduardo says dryly. "And no."
"Where then?" Mark says, but Eduardo has no suggestions either.
The best he has to offer is Boston, and Mark agrees finally that it sounds promising, but they get to the airport and the next flight isn't for another four hours, they just missed the previous one, and-
"I've always wanted to go to Singapore," Eduardo says.
"I've never been to Brazil," Mark adds.
On the plane, Mark tries to get his hands in Eduardo's pants while the lights are dimmed and everyone is asleep, but Eduardo pries him off and makes him promise to wait for the wedding night.
That means they've been in their tuxes for over thirty-six hours by the time they check into a penthouse suite in the heart of São Paulo, and they're both deliriously tired besides just delirious. Mark wants to sleep almost as much as he wants to have wedding night sex with Eduardo.
Almost.
He pulls Eduardo inside, away from the balcony he'd immediately gravitated to. It looks out over the whole city, bright lights and loud music and thick air and a hundred thousand voices almost audible, and none of them know or care that Mark and Eduardo are here at all.
"It's so much better than that public ceremony," Eduardo says as he lets Mark strip off their jackets and pull them towards the bed.
"I know," Mark says, with feeling. He's glad Eduardo has realized they didn't need any of that, and he kisses Eduardo's open mouth as they topple gracelessly back onto the bed.
"Mark," Eduardo says, hovering on hands and knees over him and grinning down.
"What?" Mark says. He refuses to smile back when Eduardo looks that stupid.
"We're married," Eduardo says.
"I know," Mark says, rolling his eyes. "In case you missed it, we have been for a while."
"No, Mark," Eduardo says, settling slowly so all his weight is on top of Mark. Mark's breath hitches. "I mean we're really married."
"Yeah," Mark says, amused despite himself at the way Eduardo won't kiss him, just rubs his nose along Mark's cheek. "We really are."
"Chains do not hold a marriage together. It is threads, hundreds of tiny threads which sew people together through the years."
- Simone Signoret