[fanfiction] you're my favorite
365 Gay Sharks
Day 222, Word Count: 880
Theme: August; The Dog Days are Over (Apocalypse)
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Fandom/Pairings: The Social Network; Eduardo/Mark
Rating: PG-13
Pre-Notes: Cut, self-indulgent writing on the body scene that went somewhere in into the unknown. Poem is by Abu Nuwas.
Disclaimer: No. Get out, Mark.
Summary: Eduardo beings to write again, pausing after each letter to let Mark assemble the letters in his head. Mark says the word when he's put it back together, stringing them together to form the poetry Eduardo's writing that twists up Mark's arm. Mark recites it as it's written, tongue curling carefully around each word.
you're my favorite
Mark's sitting on the edge of the bed, Eduardo in front of him, and he swallows as Eduardo ties the blindfold around his eyes. Everything goes dark, and Mark startles a little when Eduardo touches his shoulder but Eduardo just touches their foreheads together and Mark relaxes again. Pressing their lips together, more calming than wanting, Eduardo cups Mark's face with his hands. When he breaks the kiss, he moves away and Mark makes a distressed noise without meaning to.
"I'm right in front of you," Eduardo says, voice calm and reassuring, "and I've got a marker in my hand. I'm going to write on you, okay? It's washable."
Not entirely sure he can form words, Mark nods. He can't see Eduardo, can't see what he's thinking or doing although he can hear Eduardo moving around. Eduardo's fingers circle around Mark's wrist, and Mark allows him to extend his arm until it's straight out. There's the sound of something being uncapped, and Mark's expecting the cool press of ink against his skin but Eduardo speaks instead.
"I need you to focus, Mark. Tell me what I'm writing."
Nodding again, Mark waits for Eduardo to begin. There's a drag across the back of his hand, down then up in a straight line before slanting and traveling until making a sharp turn and traveling upward until it turns again and goes down until it stops. There's a split-second pause and then a curve turning into a straight line. The next letter is a line, slight curve at the end, followed by a straight line couple with two intersecting, slanted ones. Eduardo pauses. M-A-R-K.
Mark says, "Mark."
Eduardo says, "Good."
If he could see, Mark thinks that maybe Eduardo would be smiling that small, proud smile Mark loves the most. The one that tells him he's doing okay. Eduardo touches the marker back to Mark's skin. Vertical straight line, three horizontal straight lines. Curve, long straight line. Plain curve. Curve, short straight line. Straight line, slight curve at end. Curve, long straight line. Circle. Eduardo pauses and Mark reassembles the information in his head. E-D-U-A-R-D-O.
"Eduardo."
"Correct."
There isn't a clear message to what Eduardo's writing yet, but Mark thinks that those were merely a test for accuracy and recognition. Eduardo beings to write again, pausing after each letter to let Mark assemble the letters in his head. Mark says the word when he's put it back together, stringing them together to form the poetry Eduardo's writing that twists up Mark's arm. Mark recites it as it's written, tongue curling carefully around each word.
I die of love for him, perfect in every way, the poem reads, spiraling from his wrist upwards, Lost in the strains of wafting music. My eyes are fixed upon his delightful body and I do not wonder at his beauty. His waist is a sapling, his face a moon, and loveliness rolls off his rosy cheek. I die of love for you, but keep this secret: the tie that binds us is an unbreakable rope. How much time did your creation take, O angel? So what! All I want is to sing your praises.
It's odd, because Mark knows the curve of every letter Eduardo's marked on his skin and knows how to felt when it was written, but he doesn't know what they look like on his skin. Eduardo lifts Mark's hand, kissing it, before he lets go and then Mark doesn't know where Eduardo is. He waits, though, because he knows Eduardo wouldn't leave him, and he can hear Eduardo moving.
"Mark," Eduardo says, and Mark turns toward his voice, "close your eyes."
Obeying, Mark lets his eyes flutter shut. It doesn't make a difference in how dark it is, but then Mark feels Eduardo's fingers deftly unknotting the blindfold. Eduardo slowly removes the blindfold, and Mark leaves his eyes shut until Eduardo says he can open them. The lights in the room are dim, Mark knows, and he can feel Eduardo's skin brush against his.
"Okay," Eduardo says, voice right in Mark's ear, "you can open your eyes now."
Slowly, Mark opens his eyes. It takes a moment to adjust, but then Eduardo comes into focus. He's smiling, which means Mark has done well. Mark smiles back, before he looks down at his arm. The words are like some kind of art, and Mark can't do anything but be entranced by it. He knows that it has to be washed off, but Mark touches his fingers to Eduardo's arm.
"Hey," Mark says, "Will you take a picture of it?"
There's hesitation in Eduardo's eyes, and Mark knows this is asking a lot but he hopes that Eduardo will do this. Eduardo nods though, and Mark lets out a sigh of relief. Eduardo grabs his camera, taking a couple shots and placing Mark how he wants him, then he sets the camera aside and kisses Mark. It's slightly unexpected, but Mark isn't particularly bothered. Eduardo seems to need it anyway. When he pulls away, Mark waits, not knowing what Eduardo wants.
Eduardo holds out his hand, "Come on. We need to get you cleaned up."
"Okay," Mark takes Eduardo's hand, letting Eduardo lead him into the bathroom, "Thank you."
"No," Eduardo shakes his head, "thank you."
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Day 222, Word Count: 880
Theme: August; The Dog Days are Over (Apocalypse)
This post is part of the 365 Gay Sharks project. If you would like to learn more about this project, click here to read more about it. :D
Fandom/Pairings: The Social Network; Eduardo/Mark
Rating: PG-13
Pre-Notes: Cut, self-indulgent writing on the body scene that went somewhere in into the unknown. Poem is by Abu Nuwas.
Disclaimer: No. Get out, Mark.
Summary: Eduardo beings to write again, pausing after each letter to let Mark assemble the letters in his head. Mark says the word when he's put it back together, stringing them together to form the poetry Eduardo's writing that twists up Mark's arm. Mark recites it as it's written, tongue curling carefully around each word.
you're my favorite
Mark's sitting on the edge of the bed, Eduardo in front of him, and he swallows as Eduardo ties the blindfold around his eyes. Everything goes dark, and Mark startles a little when Eduardo touches his shoulder but Eduardo just touches their foreheads together and Mark relaxes again. Pressing their lips together, more calming than wanting, Eduardo cups Mark's face with his hands. When he breaks the kiss, he moves away and Mark makes a distressed noise without meaning to.
"I'm right in front of you," Eduardo says, voice calm and reassuring, "and I've got a marker in my hand. I'm going to write on you, okay? It's washable."
Not entirely sure he can form words, Mark nods. He can't see Eduardo, can't see what he's thinking or doing although he can hear Eduardo moving around. Eduardo's fingers circle around Mark's wrist, and Mark allows him to extend his arm until it's straight out. There's the sound of something being uncapped, and Mark's expecting the cool press of ink against his skin but Eduardo speaks instead.
"I need you to focus, Mark. Tell me what I'm writing."
Nodding again, Mark waits for Eduardo to begin. There's a drag across the back of his hand, down then up in a straight line before slanting and traveling until making a sharp turn and traveling upward until it turns again and goes down until it stops. There's a split-second pause and then a curve turning into a straight line. The next letter is a line, slight curve at the end, followed by a straight line couple with two intersecting, slanted ones. Eduardo pauses. M-A-R-K.
Mark says, "Mark."
Eduardo says, "Good."
If he could see, Mark thinks that maybe Eduardo would be smiling that small, proud smile Mark loves the most. The one that tells him he's doing okay. Eduardo touches the marker back to Mark's skin. Vertical straight line, three horizontal straight lines. Curve, long straight line. Plain curve. Curve, short straight line. Straight line, slight curve at end. Curve, long straight line. Circle. Eduardo pauses and Mark reassembles the information in his head. E-D-U-A-R-D-O.
"Eduardo."
"Correct."
There isn't a clear message to what Eduardo's writing yet, but Mark thinks that those were merely a test for accuracy and recognition. Eduardo beings to write again, pausing after each letter to let Mark assemble the letters in his head. Mark says the word when he's put it back together, stringing them together to form the poetry Eduardo's writing that twists up Mark's arm. Mark recites it as it's written, tongue curling carefully around each word.
I die of love for him, perfect in every way, the poem reads, spiraling from his wrist upwards, Lost in the strains of wafting music. My eyes are fixed upon his delightful body and I do not wonder at his beauty. His waist is a sapling, his face a moon, and loveliness rolls off his rosy cheek. I die of love for you, but keep this secret: the tie that binds us is an unbreakable rope. How much time did your creation take, O angel? So what! All I want is to sing your praises.
It's odd, because Mark knows the curve of every letter Eduardo's marked on his skin and knows how to felt when it was written, but he doesn't know what they look like on his skin. Eduardo lifts Mark's hand, kissing it, before he lets go and then Mark doesn't know where Eduardo is. He waits, though, because he knows Eduardo wouldn't leave him, and he can hear Eduardo moving.
"Mark," Eduardo says, and Mark turns toward his voice, "close your eyes."
Obeying, Mark lets his eyes flutter shut. It doesn't make a difference in how dark it is, but then Mark feels Eduardo's fingers deftly unknotting the blindfold. Eduardo slowly removes the blindfold, and Mark leaves his eyes shut until Eduardo says he can open them. The lights in the room are dim, Mark knows, and he can feel Eduardo's skin brush against his.
"Okay," Eduardo says, voice right in Mark's ear, "you can open your eyes now."
Slowly, Mark opens his eyes. It takes a moment to adjust, but then Eduardo comes into focus. He's smiling, which means Mark has done well. Mark smiles back, before he looks down at his arm. The words are like some kind of art, and Mark can't do anything but be entranced by it. He knows that it has to be washed off, but Mark touches his fingers to Eduardo's arm.
"Hey," Mark says, "Will you take a picture of it?"
There's hesitation in Eduardo's eyes, and Mark knows this is asking a lot but he hopes that Eduardo will do this. Eduardo nods though, and Mark lets out a sigh of relief. Eduardo grabs his camera, taking a couple shots and placing Mark how he wants him, then he sets the camera aside and kisses Mark. It's slightly unexpected, but Mark isn't particularly bothered. Eduardo seems to need it anyway. When he pulls away, Mark waits, not knowing what Eduardo wants.
Eduardo holds out his hand, "Come on. We need to get you cleaned up."
"Okay," Mark takes Eduardo's hand, letting Eduardo lead him into the bathroom, "Thank you."
"No," Eduardo shakes his head, "thank you."
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