The Social Network: Yet Another Prompt Fill [Cameron/Eduardo/Tyler]
Is it wrong I'm more ashamed of this one than the last?
... yeah. Probably. Anyway, crossposted here for convenience. Hope you enjoy, flisties!
Title: [none] (though if I had my way it'd probably be called "that one where Eduardo is a total slut for everyone")
Fandom: The Social Network
Pairing: Cameron/Eduardo/Tyler
Length: ~1,800 words
Rating: NC-17
Also now crossposted to AO3 here.
Warnings: Eduardo has slight self esteem issues in this, which could be considered triggery if read wrong. Also, any opinions which could be read as controversial in this are not my own.
Prompt: The twins like to keep Eduardo wet, and open, and ready for them.
Quick disclaimer: all persons referenced below are intended to represent the characters in The Social Network (which I don't own anyway) and bear no relevance to those in real life who share the same names.
Part A
It’s dirty, it’s demeaning, it’s unhygienic and really it’s just downright disgusting, but he lets them do it, every single time. He likes to kid himself he’s no match for them - they row crew, for example, and there are two of them - but he knows they’d back down if he asked.
Shame he’s too much of a fucking slut for them to ask.
It gets him in situations like this, sat across the desk from his supervisor with a boner the size of Kilimanjaro tenting his slacks. Thirteen more minutes, he thinks to himself, desperately, and pushes the heel of his hand against his crotch to offer some relief. This one time, Cameron cuffed him to the headboard and made him wait an hour. He can stand thirteen minutes.
Sometimes, he wonders where they get the audacity to even walk into a sex toy store and buy half the crazy shit they own. Even if it’s online, someone somewhere’ll know. Eduardo couldn’t do it - he can’t even imagine himself ever being able to do it. He’s never been one for audacity.
Whatever they buy for him, though - and that’s another thing, it’s not like he couldn’t afford to pay if they ever gave him the chance - it’s never quite the same as them. They started him out with nothing at all, a buttplug the size of his pinky, but they got larger and wider and more incredible; the one he’s got in him now is obscene, so far up his ass it feels like he’s gonna choke on it in his throat. But still, but still, it’s never the same as when they pull the damn thing out of him and fuck him. It sounds really, really stupid, but they just seem to fit, seem to get inside and under his skin and know where and what and how he wants it minutes before he does.
He hasn’t decided which one he prefers. He doesn’t think he could ever make that choice.
Sometimes, he thinks of the two of them, together. Sometimes, in his head, they’re almost bored with it, sex just another specious way of professing their inseparability. Other times, they’re frantic, desperate, and it’s hot as hell.
Every single time, he wakes up covered in his own come and feeling as guilty as sin. They are brothers; they don’t fuck each other. It is wrong, and he is a dirty, filthy, pathetic little pervert who will never understand.
It’s worst when they keep him waiting. He’s not allowed to take it out, no matter what, other than for the necessary ablutions; not even if they came inside him beforehand and he can feel it still inside him, and it makes him feel like he’s never quite clean, no matter how many scalding showers he takes.
One time, it was a whole week. His skin was red and raw from scratching and nails and lips were bitten to shreds and he kept on crying and he couldn’t figure out why, but when they took him back it was beautiful.
This time, Tyler takes him unawares as he steps out of his supervisor’s office. It’s only been a day or so, but he can feel how all his nerves sing at the contact. Tyler smiles, and rubs little circles on the inside of his wrists. “Come on,” he murmurs. “We don’t have much time.”
He’s led down the hall to an empty office, but it could be a prison cell for all he cares. Cameron’s inside, and Eduardo kisses him the second he’s close enough, sweetly and longingly, and Cameron returns it, exactly the same. He can tell them apart best by their kisses.
Behind him, Tyler’s undoing their pants. Cameron’s already got his round his knees, and Eduardo slips a leg between his to gently push against the bulge of his groin, and Cameron sighs softly into his mouth. Tyler slips his fingers across his bare ass, hunts for the opening and smiles when he hooks the tips of his fingers around the dildo there. “Still there,” Tyler says, and drops little kisses along his shoulders. “Good boy.” Eduardo half-moans, half sobs; there’s nothing quite like when they say that to him.
The brothers seem to reach a silent agreement about what happens next; he feels Cameron back off a little to let Tyler position him to where he wants him. Cameron sits on the desk, ignoring his erection to take Eduardo’s in hand, and he never feels as lucky as he does in that moment. Tyler slides the dildo out; it comes easy, considering the amount of lube they always use. It drips coolly down his thighs, but he manages not to hiss.
Then Tyler pushes inside of him, and the world is bright and perfect and full of the stars behind his eyes. Tyler fucks him slow and methodical, and fuck if he can’t watch them row now because he recognizes the rhythm. It’s like he’s got the base code for his brain, and he knows all the sequences and moves and motions which make him lose control.
Cameron kisses him, as slowly as his brother’s sliding in and out. “Come on, Wardo,” he murmurs. “You’re allowed to let go.” Eduardo chokes on the moan building in his throat, allows his whole body to shiver as Cameron’s unoccupied hand ghosts across his torso, and something inside Tyler snaps, and suddenly Eduardo’s spreading his legs as far as he can get them and clutching at Cameron for dear life to get the right angle, the right pace, the right style to get shocked pleasure to lance all through his veins.
“You’re perfect, Wardo,” Tyler gasps, and Eduardo comes.
They give him five minutes or so to recover, and then Cameron kisses him as Tyler picks the dildo up off the floor.
Part B
in media res:
His palms ache and his knees chafe and his throat is sore. Cameron’s had him here for what feels like hours, legs spread, on his knees, palms and forehead flat against the wall as he tries to keep himself upright. He can feel Cameron’s breath on his back, knows he can’t be crouched that far behind him. He’s come twice already. Everything hurts.
The vibrator gives another long judder inside him, and he sobs, dryly. It’s too soon to the last time, his body feels raw, but he’s half-hard already and he’ll never, ever ask Cameron to stop. “God,” he breathes, his torso shivering.
Cameron trails his fingers down his back and starts to fuck him with it, twisting it slowly in and out. Eduardo moans, can’t help himself, lets his head fall back onto Cameron’s shoulder. Cameron kisses the side of his neck, and it feels wonderful. “Cam,” he groans, almost unintelligible, his voice is so fucked and raw. “Please.” Inside him, the vibrator shudders once and feebly dies. The empty feeling its stillness gives him is intolerable.
“What d’you reckon?” Cameron asks Tyler, who’s sat on the bed across the room, eyes glazed, hand on his cock, panting hard. “Enough?”
Tyler nods once. “Enough,” he rasps. Cameron smiles.
He hooks a huge arm around Eduardo’s torso. “C’mon. On your feet.” Eduardo’s too exhausted to move, so Cameron manhandles him until he’s slumped against the wall. He scrabbles for something to hold himself up with, but the blade mounted on the wall is just too high. Cameron’s arms gather round him like a harness, muscles bunched but obviously effortless. The guy rows crew, and he’s a skinny streak of nothing. It’s hardly a big deal.
Cameron tugs the vibrator out of him with one move. It clatters noisily when it hits the floor and buzzes once, feebly. Cameron straps one arm across his chest and balances the other on his hip.
Eduardo crumples when Cameron pushes inside of him. Moments like this, he’s always glad of their scheme; no time at all before he’s buried inside him all the way. He flexes around him with his ass and half-shudders, half-sighs. He’ll never get enough of that feeling.
Cameron starts to fuck him slow. Eduardo tolerates it, but he’s been waiting for this all afternoon and soon he’s spreading his legs and fucking back against him as hard as he can. “Fuck, what a slut,” Cameron gasps against his ear, but it doesn’t hurt to hear him say it; he smiles. It never fails to amaze the two of them how much he’s always ready for it.
With as much strength of body as he has, he twists his neck round and catches hold of Cameron’s lip gently between his teeth; as much of a kiss as he can manage at this angle. Something about the sight of this is too much for Tyler, and the two of them have to still themselves as Tyler comes loudly across the room. He can feel Cameron’s nails dig into his skin as he tries to get a hold of himself, but Eduardo’s practiced enough at not letting go.
“Cam, please,” Eduardo repeats, and starts up a sporadic rhythm again, his tired muscles screaming in agony. “Please, I need to - ”
Cameron shoves him up against the wall in a second and fucks him harder and faster than he can take, desperate and frantic. The arm across his waist is the only thing keeping his dick from scraping along the wall, and the panic that this thought induces in him makes him whimper; he tries to push back to get away, but this sets Cameron off like a firework, shoving inside him once more and coming, moan pornographically loud.
Cameron removes the hand on his hip to prop himself up, the other still keeping Eduardo from collapsing to the floor. For a few moments, nothing but his fractured pants break the silence. Eduardo looks across to the bed; Tyler’s still lying there, mouth slack, lips red and puffed and wet from where he’s been biting them. He seems to recover his senses a little and comes across to join them, dropping on his knees and taking Eduardo into his mouth.
He sucks him off quickly, efficiently, and Eduardo bunches his hand in his hair and wrenches him away as he comes. He falls asleep to the feeling of Cameron’s steady arm across his chest and the obscene noise of his come thudding against the wall.
earlier:
Mark opens the door and throws something at him, which isn’t entirely uncommon. “The Winklevi chased me across the quad to give me this today. I seriously hope it’s for you, because they’re hot and all but they’re also tremendous assholes.”
Eduardo picks up the vibrator and unwraps it from the clingfilm. He knows he’s due to meet them tonight, and he’s been waiting for this all afternoon. He gets on the bed, spreads his legs and pulls out the buttplug that’s in him. He thinks of Cameron’s lips and Tyler’s fingers on his wrists as he pushes it inside.
... yeah. Probably. Anyway, crossposted here for convenience. Hope you enjoy, flisties!
Title: [none] (though if I had my way it'd probably be called "that one where Eduardo is a total slut for everyone")
Fandom: The Social Network
Pairing: Cameron/Eduardo/Tyler
Length: ~1,800 words
Rating: NC-17
Also now crossposted to AO3 here.
Warnings: Eduardo has slight self esteem issues in this, which could be considered triggery if read wrong. Also, any opinions which could be read as controversial in this are not my own.
Prompt: The twins like to keep Eduardo wet, and open, and ready for them.
Quick disclaimer: all persons referenced below are intended to represent the characters in The Social Network (which I don't own anyway) and bear no relevance to those in real life who share the same names.
Part A
It’s dirty, it’s demeaning, it’s unhygienic and really it’s just downright disgusting, but he lets them do it, every single time. He likes to kid himself he’s no match for them - they row crew, for example, and there are two of them - but he knows they’d back down if he asked.
Shame he’s too much of a fucking slut for them to ask.
It gets him in situations like this, sat across the desk from his supervisor with a boner the size of Kilimanjaro tenting his slacks. Thirteen more minutes, he thinks to himself, desperately, and pushes the heel of his hand against his crotch to offer some relief. This one time, Cameron cuffed him to the headboard and made him wait an hour. He can stand thirteen minutes.
Sometimes, he wonders where they get the audacity to even walk into a sex toy store and buy half the crazy shit they own. Even if it’s online, someone somewhere’ll know. Eduardo couldn’t do it - he can’t even imagine himself ever being able to do it. He’s never been one for audacity.
Whatever they buy for him, though - and that’s another thing, it’s not like he couldn’t afford to pay if they ever gave him the chance - it’s never quite the same as them. They started him out with nothing at all, a buttplug the size of his pinky, but they got larger and wider and more incredible; the one he’s got in him now is obscene, so far up his ass it feels like he’s gonna choke on it in his throat. But still, but still, it’s never the same as when they pull the damn thing out of him and fuck him. It sounds really, really stupid, but they just seem to fit, seem to get inside and under his skin and know where and what and how he wants it minutes before he does.
He hasn’t decided which one he prefers. He doesn’t think he could ever make that choice.
Sometimes, he thinks of the two of them, together. Sometimes, in his head, they’re almost bored with it, sex just another specious way of professing their inseparability. Other times, they’re frantic, desperate, and it’s hot as hell.
Every single time, he wakes up covered in his own come and feeling as guilty as sin. They are brothers; they don’t fuck each other. It is wrong, and he is a dirty, filthy, pathetic little pervert who will never understand.
It’s worst when they keep him waiting. He’s not allowed to take it out, no matter what, other than for the necessary ablutions; not even if they came inside him beforehand and he can feel it still inside him, and it makes him feel like he’s never quite clean, no matter how many scalding showers he takes.
One time, it was a whole week. His skin was red and raw from scratching and nails and lips were bitten to shreds and he kept on crying and he couldn’t figure out why, but when they took him back it was beautiful.
This time, Tyler takes him unawares as he steps out of his supervisor’s office. It’s only been a day or so, but he can feel how all his nerves sing at the contact. Tyler smiles, and rubs little circles on the inside of his wrists. “Come on,” he murmurs. “We don’t have much time.”
He’s led down the hall to an empty office, but it could be a prison cell for all he cares. Cameron’s inside, and Eduardo kisses him the second he’s close enough, sweetly and longingly, and Cameron returns it, exactly the same. He can tell them apart best by their kisses.
Behind him, Tyler’s undoing their pants. Cameron’s already got his round his knees, and Eduardo slips a leg between his to gently push against the bulge of his groin, and Cameron sighs softly into his mouth. Tyler slips his fingers across his bare ass, hunts for the opening and smiles when he hooks the tips of his fingers around the dildo there. “Still there,” Tyler says, and drops little kisses along his shoulders. “Good boy.” Eduardo half-moans, half sobs; there’s nothing quite like when they say that to him.
The brothers seem to reach a silent agreement about what happens next; he feels Cameron back off a little to let Tyler position him to where he wants him. Cameron sits on the desk, ignoring his erection to take Eduardo’s in hand, and he never feels as lucky as he does in that moment. Tyler slides the dildo out; it comes easy, considering the amount of lube they always use. It drips coolly down his thighs, but he manages not to hiss.
Then Tyler pushes inside of him, and the world is bright and perfect and full of the stars behind his eyes. Tyler fucks him slow and methodical, and fuck if he can’t watch them row now because he recognizes the rhythm. It’s like he’s got the base code for his brain, and he knows all the sequences and moves and motions which make him lose control.
Cameron kisses him, as slowly as his brother’s sliding in and out. “Come on, Wardo,” he murmurs. “You’re allowed to let go.” Eduardo chokes on the moan building in his throat, allows his whole body to shiver as Cameron’s unoccupied hand ghosts across his torso, and something inside Tyler snaps, and suddenly Eduardo’s spreading his legs as far as he can get them and clutching at Cameron for dear life to get the right angle, the right pace, the right style to get shocked pleasure to lance all through his veins.
“You’re perfect, Wardo,” Tyler gasps, and Eduardo comes.
They give him five minutes or so to recover, and then Cameron kisses him as Tyler picks the dildo up off the floor.
Part B
in media res:
His palms ache and his knees chafe and his throat is sore. Cameron’s had him here for what feels like hours, legs spread, on his knees, palms and forehead flat against the wall as he tries to keep himself upright. He can feel Cameron’s breath on his back, knows he can’t be crouched that far behind him. He’s come twice already. Everything hurts.
The vibrator gives another long judder inside him, and he sobs, dryly. It’s too soon to the last time, his body feels raw, but he’s half-hard already and he’ll never, ever ask Cameron to stop. “God,” he breathes, his torso shivering.
Cameron trails his fingers down his back and starts to fuck him with it, twisting it slowly in and out. Eduardo moans, can’t help himself, lets his head fall back onto Cameron’s shoulder. Cameron kisses the side of his neck, and it feels wonderful. “Cam,” he groans, almost unintelligible, his voice is so fucked and raw. “Please.” Inside him, the vibrator shudders once and feebly dies. The empty feeling its stillness gives him is intolerable.
“What d’you reckon?” Cameron asks Tyler, who’s sat on the bed across the room, eyes glazed, hand on his cock, panting hard. “Enough?”
Tyler nods once. “Enough,” he rasps. Cameron smiles.
He hooks a huge arm around Eduardo’s torso. “C’mon. On your feet.” Eduardo’s too exhausted to move, so Cameron manhandles him until he’s slumped against the wall. He scrabbles for something to hold himself up with, but the blade mounted on the wall is just too high. Cameron’s arms gather round him like a harness, muscles bunched but obviously effortless. The guy rows crew, and he’s a skinny streak of nothing. It’s hardly a big deal.
Cameron tugs the vibrator out of him with one move. It clatters noisily when it hits the floor and buzzes once, feebly. Cameron straps one arm across his chest and balances the other on his hip.
Eduardo crumples when Cameron pushes inside of him. Moments like this, he’s always glad of their scheme; no time at all before he’s buried inside him all the way. He flexes around him with his ass and half-shudders, half-sighs. He’ll never get enough of that feeling.
Cameron starts to fuck him slow. Eduardo tolerates it, but he’s been waiting for this all afternoon and soon he’s spreading his legs and fucking back against him as hard as he can. “Fuck, what a slut,” Cameron gasps against his ear, but it doesn’t hurt to hear him say it; he smiles. It never fails to amaze the two of them how much he’s always ready for it.
With as much strength of body as he has, he twists his neck round and catches hold of Cameron’s lip gently between his teeth; as much of a kiss as he can manage at this angle. Something about the sight of this is too much for Tyler, and the two of them have to still themselves as Tyler comes loudly across the room. He can feel Cameron’s nails dig into his skin as he tries to get a hold of himself, but Eduardo’s practiced enough at not letting go.
“Cam, please,” Eduardo repeats, and starts up a sporadic rhythm again, his tired muscles screaming in agony. “Please, I need to - ”
Cameron shoves him up against the wall in a second and fucks him harder and faster than he can take, desperate and frantic. The arm across his waist is the only thing keeping his dick from scraping along the wall, and the panic that this thought induces in him makes him whimper; he tries to push back to get away, but this sets Cameron off like a firework, shoving inside him once more and coming, moan pornographically loud.
Cameron removes the hand on his hip to prop himself up, the other still keeping Eduardo from collapsing to the floor. For a few moments, nothing but his fractured pants break the silence. Eduardo looks across to the bed; Tyler’s still lying there, mouth slack, lips red and puffed and wet from where he’s been biting them. He seems to recover his senses a little and comes across to join them, dropping on his knees and taking Eduardo into his mouth.
He sucks him off quickly, efficiently, and Eduardo bunches his hand in his hair and wrenches him away as he comes. He falls asleep to the feeling of Cameron’s steady arm across his chest and the obscene noise of his come thudding against the wall.
earlier:
Mark opens the door and throws something at him, which isn’t entirely uncommon. “The Winklevi chased me across the quad to give me this today. I seriously hope it’s for you, because they’re hot and all but they’re also tremendous assholes.”
Eduardo picks up the vibrator and unwraps it from the clingfilm. He knows he’s due to meet them tonight, and he’s been waiting for this all afternoon. He gets on the bed, spreads his legs and pulls out the buttplug that’s in him. He thinks of Cameron’s lips and Tyler’s fingers on his wrists as he pushes it inside.