[pornmas] day 9.
365 Gay Sharks
Day 343, Word Count: 865
Theme: December; Faith, Trust and Pixie Dust
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Summary: "If I give you guys a hundred bucks and tell you guys to go get wasted on me and not come back until the bar kicks you out, will you do it?"
Fandom/Pairings: The Social Network; Mark/Divya
Rating: R
Pre-Notes: So there's this universe in my head (of which this is the first 700 or so words) where Mark and Divya are asshole best friends and by friends I mean fucking (eventually). So here's the fucking without any of the plot. Today's soundtrack is The First Blip-Blop Noel by Dma-Sc.
Disclaimer: Ger out, Mark
your hand on my skin
"It's live."
Mark's peering at the screen, like he can't quite believe what's going on, and Divya's got his chin hooked on the edge of Mark's shoulder. Tyler and Cameron are crowed around too, but it's Divya who shifts and turns Mark's face, kissing him squarely on the lips. One of the twins (Mark actually, actively does not care which one) clears his throat and Divya pulls away from Mark.
"If I give you guys a hundred bucks and tell you guys to go get wasted on me and not come back until the bar kicks you out, will you do it?"
The twins look at each other, Cameron (Mark can tell the difference now and he kind of hates that) glances down to where Mark's fingers are tangled in Divya's shirt and clears his throat. Tyler is definitely trying not to laugh, and Mark makes a mental note to switch his photo on thefacebook for the one where one of the crew guys sharpied a penis on Tyler's forehead. Mark has been saving it for such an occasion as this.
Luckily Cameron just holds out his hand and Divya hands over two fifties (fucking trust fund babies). Once Tyler and Cameron have vacated the premises, Divya turns back to Mark, the corner of his mouth upturned ever so slightly. Mark tugs on Divya's shirt where it's still fisted in his hands and then they're kissing because oxygen isn't a thing you need unless you don't have a hot person kissing you that getting their fingers tangled with their because you both want his fucking shirt off off and then Mark's got warm skin under his fingers and it was probably a good thing thatTyler and Cameron weren't coming back for a while.
Divya pulls away and Mark tries to follow, only Divya's tugging him away, toward Divya's bed. When Mark's back hits the bed, he has to admit that fucking on the bed is probably a good idea. He doesn't really spend a particularly large amount of time thinking about it, though, because Divya's running his hands under Mark's shirt and pulling it up and then there's the weird twist of getting undressed and then fuck, Divya's settling on top of Mark and there's skin on skin and yes.
"You should thank me," Divya says, "I got rid of the twins for the night."
"I've spent the last three months coding the website that's going to make us rich. It was the least you could do. Fuck me."
Mark's words are punctuated by him grabbing Divya's ass and arching up to line up their cocks. Divya groans and then he's shifting to dig through the nightstand for the lube and condoms. While he's doing that, Mark absently kisses the dip of Divya's collarbone and trails downward, sucking on Divya's nipple gently. He nips at it and Divya curses.
"Fucker. This would not take so long if you weren't such an asshole, by the way."
"It's incentive for you to work faster."
Switching sides, Mark amuses himself by teasing Divya's other nipple and seeing how many curses he can draw out of Divya before he manages to find the lube. It's not a single-digit number, and when Divya shifts back, rooting his fingers in Mark's hair and kissing him hard, Mark feels smug. He lets Divya manhandle him however he wants until he's got fingers working in and out of Mark and he's being just as much of an asshole as Mark was earlier.
Adding a third finger, Divya bites at the inside of Mark's thigh and pointedly ignores his cock. Mark would try to get Divya to do what he wants, only he's learned that it's an exercise in futility. He twists his fingers in the sheets instead and whines, until Divya's decided he's had enough and rips the foil of the condom packet, slipping it on and lining up.
He stays for a moment, just to annoy Mark, and then he moves, Mark's fingers digging into his shoulders. Divya wraps a hand around Mark, touching their foreheads together as he brings Mark off. The world is narrowed down to the choked off noises that Mark makes and the sharp bite of his fingernails. Mark pulls Divya down for a kiss, arching into his hand and coming with another half-there noise.
"Divya," Mark says quietly.
It's a request, largely unspoken, but Divya's gotten fairly good at understand the things that Mark isn't saying, and he follows, barely avoiding collapsing onto Mark. He untangles himself after a moment, tying off the condom and dropping it on the nightstand. Mark curls into his side once he's done it, settling his face in Divya's collarbone, and he closes his eyes. Divya slings an arm over his hip.
"We should shower."
"No," Mark shifts closer, "we should take a nap and then fuck again before they come back. We're celebrating, Divya."
Divya chuckles, "You mean you want me to make up for the last couple of weeks where you blew me off to code thefacebook."
"Millions," Mark mumbles, "It was totally worth you not getting laid for a month, admit it."
"It was," Divya whispers, "It really was."
(ps: if you're late to the party/just want more porn, go check out the pornmas advent calendar/masterlist.)
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Day 343, Word Count: 865
Theme: December; Faith, Trust and Pixie Dust
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
Summary: "If I give you guys a hundred bucks and tell you guys to go get wasted on me and not come back until the bar kicks you out, will you do it?"
Fandom/Pairings: The Social Network; Mark/Divya
Rating: R
Pre-Notes: So there's this universe in my head (of which this is the first 700 or so words) where Mark and Divya are asshole best friends and by friends I mean fucking (eventually). So here's the fucking without any of the plot. Today's soundtrack is The First Blip-Blop Noel by Dma-Sc.
Disclaimer: Ger out, Mark
your hand on my skin
"It's live."
Mark's peering at the screen, like he can't quite believe what's going on, and Divya's got his chin hooked on the edge of Mark's shoulder. Tyler and Cameron are crowed around too, but it's Divya who shifts and turns Mark's face, kissing him squarely on the lips. One of the twins (Mark actually, actively does not care which one) clears his throat and Divya pulls away from Mark.
"If I give you guys a hundred bucks and tell you guys to go get wasted on me and not come back until the bar kicks you out, will you do it?"
The twins look at each other, Cameron (Mark can tell the difference now and he kind of hates that) glances down to where Mark's fingers are tangled in Divya's shirt and clears his throat. Tyler is definitely trying not to laugh, and Mark makes a mental note to switch his photo on thefacebook for the one where one of the crew guys sharpied a penis on Tyler's forehead. Mark has been saving it for such an occasion as this.
Luckily Cameron just holds out his hand and Divya hands over two fifties (fucking trust fund babies). Once Tyler and Cameron have vacated the premises, Divya turns back to Mark, the corner of his mouth upturned ever so slightly. Mark tugs on Divya's shirt where it's still fisted in his hands and then they're kissing because oxygen isn't a thing you need unless you don't have a hot person kissing you that getting their fingers tangled with their because you both want his fucking shirt off off and then Mark's got warm skin under his fingers and it was probably a good thing thatTyler and Cameron weren't coming back for a while.
Divya pulls away and Mark tries to follow, only Divya's tugging him away, toward Divya's bed. When Mark's back hits the bed, he has to admit that fucking on the bed is probably a good idea. He doesn't really spend a particularly large amount of time thinking about it, though, because Divya's running his hands under Mark's shirt and pulling it up and then there's the weird twist of getting undressed and then fuck, Divya's settling on top of Mark and there's skin on skin and yes.
"You should thank me," Divya says, "I got rid of the twins for the night."
"I've spent the last three months coding the website that's going to make us rich. It was the least you could do. Fuck me."
Mark's words are punctuated by him grabbing Divya's ass and arching up to line up their cocks. Divya groans and then he's shifting to dig through the nightstand for the lube and condoms. While he's doing that, Mark absently kisses the dip of Divya's collarbone and trails downward, sucking on Divya's nipple gently. He nips at it and Divya curses.
"Fucker. This would not take so long if you weren't such an asshole, by the way."
"It's incentive for you to work faster."
Switching sides, Mark amuses himself by teasing Divya's other nipple and seeing how many curses he can draw out of Divya before he manages to find the lube. It's not a single-digit number, and when Divya shifts back, rooting his fingers in Mark's hair and kissing him hard, Mark feels smug. He lets Divya manhandle him however he wants until he's got fingers working in and out of Mark and he's being just as much of an asshole as Mark was earlier.
Adding a third finger, Divya bites at the inside of Mark's thigh and pointedly ignores his cock. Mark would try to get Divya to do what he wants, only he's learned that it's an exercise in futility. He twists his fingers in the sheets instead and whines, until Divya's decided he's had enough and rips the foil of the condom packet, slipping it on and lining up.
He stays for a moment, just to annoy Mark, and then he moves, Mark's fingers digging into his shoulders. Divya wraps a hand around Mark, touching their foreheads together as he brings Mark off. The world is narrowed down to the choked off noises that Mark makes and the sharp bite of his fingernails. Mark pulls Divya down for a kiss, arching into his hand and coming with another half-there noise.
"Divya," Mark says quietly.
It's a request, largely unspoken, but Divya's gotten fairly good at understand the things that Mark isn't saying, and he follows, barely avoiding collapsing onto Mark. He untangles himself after a moment, tying off the condom and dropping it on the nightstand. Mark curls into his side once he's done it, settling his face in Divya's collarbone, and he closes his eyes. Divya slings an arm over his hip.
"We should shower."
"No," Mark shifts closer, "we should take a nap and then fuck again before they come back. We're celebrating, Divya."
Divya chuckles, "You mean you want me to make up for the last couple of weeks where you blew me off to code thefacebook."
"Millions," Mark mumbles, "It was totally worth you not getting laid for a month, admit it."
"It was," Divya whispers, "It really was."
(ps: if you're late to the party/just want more porn, go check out the pornmas advent calendar/masterlist.)
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