fic: programmed to derail (mark/eduardo, prompt 110) 2 of 2
programmed to derail
mark/eduardo, prompt 110 for underscoress
Part One + warnings
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The bruises are still there the next time Mark sees Eduardo. They're in Chicago at the same time and when Mark spots ridiculous hair and the cut of Eduardo's suit from across the room his mind starts racing. His hands sweat and he imagines that the bruises are aching in the tender flesh of his thighs.
Eduardo spots him and raises his glass of scotch in a sardonic salute, if the set of his lips before he hides them behind the curve of the glass are any indication. Mark doesn't have to cut across the room to Eduardo, he doesn't have to dig at Eduardo with insult to rile him up and make him angry enough to fuck Mark. Mark tells himself these things as he turns away from Eduardo with the intention of drinking until he's inebriated enough to be excused. But it turns out, he really doesn't have to do any of these things because Eduardo makes the first move.
Mark feels fingers curling around his elbow before he's turned away from the bar with his second drink in hand. And Eduardo is there with his stupid face, his big eyes and the way he bites at his lip to be seductive. Mark leans into the way Eduardo puts his hand against Mark's neck, and doesn't think about how Sean might have had this whole thing right.
“Do you want to get out of here?” Eduardo asks, hot against Mark ear as he leans in close, and sounding ridiculously cheesy. And Mark, who turns people down for acting ridiculous when they try to pick him up in bars and who has the number for a hot guy who didn't sue him in his cellphone, he nods and leads the way out .
Eduardo presses his fingers against the small of Mark's back as they walk from the taxi toward the hotel Mark is staying in. It's the only place Eduardo touches him from the lobby, up the elevator where they are joined by another couple who is less concerned about PDA as they make-out lazily in front of them, down the hall and during the minute or two it takes Mark to get his key in the lock. Mark is hyper-aware of Eduardo's hand, even after the door is closed and Eduardo trails it down from the small of Mark's back and over his ass. He presses his lips to the back of his neck and Mark shivers, swaying in Eduardo's arms while Eduardo pulls his closes off from where he is pressed chest to Mark's back.
It's slower going than usual, Eduardo taking his time and running his fingers over Mark's bared skin as he strips Mark and turns him in his arms. Mark goes, lazy and boneless with Eduardo's fingers wrapping around his hip and the back of his neck. His jaw goes slack while Eduardo kisses him, tracing the inside of Mark's mouth, and sucking on Mark's tongue as he backs Mark up toward the bed.
Mark topples back, slowly, and then crawls up toward the pillows as Eduardo moves to kneel over him on the bed. And Mark is already panting just from the gentleness of Eduardo's fingers tracing up and down his limbs while his still dressed body brushes against Mark's bare skin. The friction makes him shake, or maybe it's the way Eduardo tells him to spread his thighs as he slides down toward Mark's cock.
It all goes sideways when Eduardo sees the impressions of Jacob's teeth.
“What are these?” Eduardo hisses, hands stopping on Mark's knees and clenching hard enough that Mark jerks. He sets his jaw and tries to sit up. Eduardo's brow is furled and there is a sneer to his lips as he reaches out to touch the bruises.
“Don't act like an idiot,” Mark says, the words turning into a hiss as Eduardo prods the bruising. The sneer turns into a growl.
“They're recent.”
Mark doesn't deem the statement with a response. Eduardo leans down and bites at the bruising, sucking and biting with no trace of the playfulness and the attentiveness of before. He's switched gears; whatever plans he had for Mark previously trashed as he leans back from sucking his own marks into Mark's skin over the impressions Jacob made to shuck his suit.
He doesn't prep Mark much and so when he fucks Mark front to front, grunting and making a furious face as he growls at Mark to stop touching him.
“You make me so mad, Mark,” he hisses. “You make me so angry, so angry I could hurt you.”
Mark pants, wrapping his fingers in the sheets because he can't dig them into Eduardo's shoulders.
“I- I'd let you.”
Eduardo stills at the words, and then doesn't look at Mark for the rest of time he fucks Mark.
Eduardo leaves after, shirt undone and his shoes in hand. Mark flinches when Eduardo slams the door.
-
Mark avoids any functions that Eduardo might attend. It involves a lot of legwork on his assistant's part to rearrange his schedule for the next three months because at his request that is all Hannah says she is willing to do. Mark doesn't disagree because she likes Chris more than she likes him and he needs Chris to tell Hannah which functions Eduardo is planning to attend so Mark can avoid them. If he pisses off Chris by way of pissing off his assistant, well - Mark isn't willing to deal with the fall out.
So he hangs up the suit he was forced to buy because he was now CEO and gets back into his routine of spending too many hours at the office and even more time coding side projects and applications for Facebook that probably won't become anything, at least not for a while. And he's happy, he shuffles around his house in his sweats and he thinks about getting a dog; when there's a cardboard box of kittens outside his local grocery store he stops and thinks about getting one but when he drives back an hour later to do so the box and the kittens are gone.
Mark doesn't think about being held down against the bed, or Eduardo's voice in his ear ((telling him to move his hand or spread his thighs, telling him to come) when he's jerking off. He can't. If he does he'll get on a plane to Singapore and he doesn't know what will happen to him if he does that.
Then two months and a handful of days Chris comes into his office with Dustin and Hannah hot on his heels.
“You're going to the conference in France.”
“No.”
“Mark.”
“I'm too busy -”
Chris huffs and then turns to shoo Hannah out of the room. Dustin, after a quick look at Mark that Mark avoids by ducking down toward the screen of his laptop, leads her out and offers to make a new pot of coffee. Chris turns back after the door is closed and strides toward the chair in front of Mark's desk. He throws himself into it in a telling gesture. Mark wonders if there's been much fallout because of his absence from the public eye or if Chris is just stressed about being in a long distance relationship.
“What happened between you and Eduardo -”
“It doesn't matter.”
“Fine,” Chris says. His voice is on edge and he's steepling his fingers in his lap. “I don't care what happened between the two of you, but popular opinion about Facebook is down with all of the privacy scandals this last year. The last thing we need is you acting like a recluse.”
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Mark agrees to go to the multi-media conference in France. He gets into the country at three am and makes it to the hotel at five. He's tired and barely keeps his eyes open long enough to hang the suit jacket he swore to wear in the closet before giving up on a hot shower and lying face first on the covers of his bed. When he checked in he asked for a wake up call at noon so he can get some work in before the opening dinner.
He doesn't expect to be woken up by a rapping on his door.
Mark opens his door and goes from frustrated to frozen in a matter of seconds. Eduardo is standing in front of his door, a duffel bag in one hand and dry cleaning bags slung over his shoulder. His face is so blank that Mark wouldn't be willing to bet with this Eduardo and it shouldn't be hot but Eduardo's eyes roam his body before settling to stare steadily back at Mark.
“My hotel was overbooked. Can I stay with you?”
Mark feels like his nerves are on fire, he wants to be mad but he's to tired to be angry. Instead he nods his head and starts moving himself and the door out of Eduardo's way before he can think about why he is doing it. Then he closes the door and Eduardo is in his hotel room.
Eduardo sets his bags down by the bed and then turns toward Mark. He looks pulled together, not disheveled like he just got off the plane the way that Mark does. He loosens his tie and then moves slowly toward Mark so that they are almost chest to chest.
“Can I kiss you?”
“I.”
His fingers brush into the hair at Mark's temple, his palm cupping Mark's cheek. He smells like the same cologne and Mark's body hums as he reaches out to hook his thumbs in the belt loops of Eduardo's trousers. His hands are shaking as he tucks his fingers under the waistband of Eduardo's pants. He was avoiding this for a reason, but with Eduardo's hand so close to his jugular Mark just swallows past his anxieties and moves in for the kiss on his own.
They kiss languidly until Eduardo starts pulling away, kissing the corner of Mark's lips before pulling back and thumbing at the bruising beneath Mark's eyes.
“I woke you up.”
Mark starts to shrug, but Eduardo leans down to kiss his forehead and it jars Mark out of the movement. He stands frozen while Eduardo untangles Mark's hands from his clothes.
“Go take a shower,” Eduardo tells him. “I'll order food from room service or something.
When Mark comes back from the shower Eduardo has changed out of his suit and into a pair of sweatpants and red shirt with Harvard emblazoned across the chest. He's on the phone when Mark steps into the room.
“ - sorry I moved to a different hotel. I'm going to be occupied tonight but send me the files and I'll look them over in the morning. Okay, thanks Kumar.”
Eduardo hangs up and then turns. When he sees Mark his face goes soft and Mark's heart starts pounding again. He stands still in just his towel and narrows his eyes at Eduardo as he approaches. There's a hint of a smile to his lips when he covers the sides of Mark's neck with his hands. He kisses Mark's forehead again and it's so different from the last time they were together.
Except for when Eduardo leans in close and whispers hotly against his ear, “Lay down on the bed, on your stomach Mark.”
Mark does what he says, tucking his arms under a pillow and shivering slightly as he closes his eyes and waits. He doesn't expect it when Eduardo starts working his hands against the muscles of Mark's shoulders, kissing the side of Mark's neck as he works over Mark's tense shoulders and down toward his lower back. They don't say anything for a while, the only sounds being them breathing.
Then Mark takes a shuddering breath and says, “I'd let you ...” then trails off. The words hang in the air and Eduardo doesn't stop rubbing at Mark's shoulders, making him loose as he works at the muscles below Mark's neck.
Finally Eduardo says, “I know, Mark.”
His fingers linger for a second in the hair at the back of Mark's scalp and then he trails his fingers down Mark's spine.
-
It's not that Mark doesn't like the sex, the sex is fantastic, but after is Mark's favorite part. When Eduardo has come and he lets himself collapse into Mark's arms while he rides out the aftershocks. It's the weight of Eduardo on him, holding Mark down and keeping him rooted not only to the bed but to that moment. Eduardo is all over him in the aftermath, his saliva and sweat is on Mark's skin and there are bruises from Eduardo fingers and teeth littered everywhere. All Mark can smell with Eduardo so close is the slightly lingering scent of Eduardo's cologne and the heady smell of Eduardo's sweat.
It's like a second sort of release for Mark. Giving himself over to the press of Eduardo's warm body spread over his own.
“You're going to that conference in San Francisco, right?”
Mark nods with his eyes closed. He can feel Eduardo running his nose and his lips along his neck, upward toward Mark's ear, kissing his way there with his fingers over Mark's stomach.
Eduardo runs his hands in a path over the plains of Mark's stomach toward his ribs, all the while sucking at the skin beneath Mark's ear. Mark whines, arching up minutely and feeling the rumble of laughter in Eduardo's chest that is pressed so close to his own.
“Book another room,” Eduardo says. “At a different hotel than the one your assistant had you staying in. Say your name is Billy Olson and check in the day before the conference. Can you do that for me, Mark?”
And Mark nods, eyes blinking open when Eduardo asks him to look at him. He gasps out a hoarse, 'yes,' and watches a smirk curl over Eduardo's lips. Then Eduardo's lips are on his, and he's licking into Mark's mouth as his fingers slide up his chest and behind Mark's head. With Eduardo's fingers tangling in Mark's hair, Mark arches against the thigh Eduardo is sliding between his own and he lets Eduardo turn his head, taking control of the kiss. Mark thrusts up against Eduardo even though his penis is staying flaccid between them, twitching with interest even though it is too soon.
Mark fists the sheet with one hand and digs his fingers into Eduardo's bicep with the other. He pants when Eduardo breaks away to breathe against the hollow of Mark's throat.
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Mark wakes up and the bed is empty beside him, but there's a text message on his phone.
You can say no, if you want to.
Mark shouldn't imagine Eduardo chewing his lip and blushing as he sends the text message. That's something Eduardo from before the depositions would have done, not the Eduardo he has now. But Mark allows himself this one fantasy and texts back.
I'll see you in San Francisco.
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Mark shows up at the hotel running late. Eduardo is already in the lobby, but he hangs back while Mark gets his keycard from the front desk. The clerk chances a glance at both of them, but doesn't say anything as he hands Mark the keycard and then Mark turns moving toward the elevator, trusting Eduardo to fall in beside him before he gets there.
And he does. His fingers brush against Mark's wrist before he slips past Mark into the elevator as if he doesn't know Mark.
They are both grinning and blushing as the floor pass below them and the doors finally open. Eduardo takes Mark's wrist in hand then, pulling the keycard from his fingers and leading the way to their room.
“I want to try something,” Eduardo says, after the door is closed and he has his lips against Mark's throat. Mark hooks his fingers in Eduardo's lapels and nods at the question kiss to his chin. Mark finally caved and open one of the links that Sean had sent him, and when it hadn't given his computer a virus or had shown him a naked woman, Mark had read it. Now when he swallows harshly at the way Eduardo's fingers on his neck make him shudder he knows that it's not just him.
Eduardo shows Mark the suit. It's in a dry cleaner's bag and there are more clasps and buttons against the gray material than Mark has ever seen on a suit.
They go to bed early after Eduardo explains what he wants to do with Mark. Mark marvels at falling asleep with Eduardo beside him. It's not the first time, but it is the first time that Mark knows they'll both be there in the morning.
Eduardo wakes them both up early. Mark grumbles into the pillow as Eduardo draws his fingers down Mark's back to come to Mark's ass. He cups him there, biting at each cheek teasingly so that Mark groans and writhes beneath him. He runs teasing touches against the backs of Mark's thighs and reminds him to stay as still as he can while Eduardo kisses sloppily at his lower back, fingers teasing against his dry hole. And Mark moans. He promises Eduardo he'll say no if it's too much, that he'll tell Eduardo if they need to stop.
Mark has to cling and bite against the pillow to keep from crying out as Eduardo fucks orgasm number on out of him. Eduardo groans, forehead pressed between Mark's shoulder blades, shuddering through his orgasm as Mark wrenches it out of him with they way he is clenching and shaking.
The second orgasm comes with Mark on his back, fingers of one hand clutched in Eduardo's hair and his other hand held to the bed as Eduardo licks up and down his cock, sucking at him until Mark is hard, painfully so and too soon after the first.
After they make out sloppily, Eduardo half-hard but nowhere near getting it fully up yet, but still thrusting against Mark as Mark shudders. The friction on his own cock is too much and he feels tense and loose in parts. He feels like a contradiction as Eduardo fucks his tongue into his mouth, calling him baby when they take turns to pant against each other's skin.
The third hurts and Mark screams with it, back arching painfully and thighs shaking and his hip joints aching as Eduardo nearly folds him in half while he blows him. It's only after six am according to the clock and as soon as Mark stops shaking he rolls on his side, face buried in the sheets and drifting in and out of sleep, too fucked out to register Eduardo leaving the bed. Though, he knows when Eduardo comes back, dragging a wet wash cloth across Mark's skin. Mark feels super heated and Eduardo's skin is cool against his own, so he tries to pull him down even as Eduardo splutters and then laughs to himself, kissing Mark's chin before running fingers along Mark's limbs. He dances around Mark's flaccid cock, making humming sounds when Mark groans and buries his face in Eduardo's neck.
Eduardo wakes him up later, in time for the start of the conference and pours Mark into the suit, doing each clasp and kissing Mark's skin before hiding it behind a second and third layer of cloth.
“I'll be here when you get back,” Eduardo promises, his fingers a pleasant pressure against the back of Mark's neck.
He peels Mark out of the suit when Mark gets back, kissing Mark's skin as he reveals it like it's something to be worshiped. Mark aches with it, coming fingers through Eduardo’s hair as Eduardo slides to his knees.
He helps Mark into bed and then holds him to his chest. Eduardo's fingers run through the soft hairs of Mark's stomach and he tucks his face against Mark's neck. His breath his warm and Mark can feel when Eduardo parts his lips and rests his teeth against Mark's skin.
“I don't know what this is,” Eduardo says on a shaky breath. His fingers press into the skin at Mark's hip and his head moves as he hides his eyes against Mark's shoulder. With one of Edaurdo's arms behind his head and the other across his waist Mark feels weighed down, he feels secure. He can breath and he's brave enough to say, “I want it to be something.”
Eduardo asks Mark to be there in the morning.
-
There's an article about them on Gawker. It's not featured on the first page of the site, but far enough back that it takes searching for their names to bring it up. It's as close to subdued as Gawker has ever managed to be, stating that an anonymous source working at a hotel in San Francisco had tipped them off to a man that looked like Mark Zuckerberg checking into a hotel and a man looking like former-CFO and co-founder of the site, Eduardo Saverin, coming and going from the premises. Mark guess that it was the clerk from the morning after who had smiled so suspiciously at him that had tipped Gawker off, but he doesn't worry. There's no evidence. Just the name Billy Olson who had paid in cash.
If Gawker wanted to dig there were probably surveillance tapes, but that was circumstantial.
Even with all of that logic, Mark's hands shook a little as he called to Hannah, telling her to hold his calls and then he calls Eduardo. The phone rings and rings before finally going to voicemail. Mark hates the way his skin feels too tight on his frame. Part of him wants to say fuck it all and try and crash Gawker, or walk out or wire in or -
Mark leaves a message for Eduardo asking him to call.
“Sorry,” Eduardo breathes out into the phone when he calls Mark back. “I couldn't find my phone.”
“Gawker wrote something about us.”
“I know.”
There's a silence over the line and Mark sits in his office chair, head bowed to his desk and glares at the surface of the table with enough intensity that it should burst into flames.
It doesn't. And Eduardo says, “It's okay. Dustin sent me the link. I think he knows about us.”
“I … am not surprised,” Mark retorts, hesitantly because he's not sure how to handle being an “us” with Eduardo. Of all the times they've talked on the phone since the time in France, they haven't discussed Facebook or what they are to each other now.
“I -” Eduardo cuts himself off. “I'm not surprised. We haven't been conspicuous about this whole thing. I'm not mad either I just. We should of talked by now shouldn't we?”
Eduardo sounds hectic, winded and a little high voiced like when he is flushed and embarrassed. His hair is likely a mess and Mark can imagine that his tie is undone and that Eduardo has flopped back on his bed with his eyes covered to have this conversation; it's a clear picture in his head and the fact that Eduardo is asking Mark is silly. So Mark snorts in response. And he smiles at the table while some of the tension leaks out of his shoulders.
“Everything's just been so good,” Eduardo whines and Mark's covering his mouth with the back of his hand now. He wants to kiss Eduardo through the thousands of miles between them while he listens to Eduardo sigh.
“But we should talk.”
“Yes.”
Eduardo grumbles on the phone again and Mark can't quite smother back another snort.
Eduardo groans. “I don't want to do that over the phone or in a hotel, though. Do you have vacation time saved up?”
“Yeah?”
“Good, then you should come to Singapore. Come stay with me in Singapore for a week.”
It's the way that Eduardo goes from frustrated to earnest in seconds that has Mark agreeing in an even tone while his heart stutters for him.
-
Flying from Palo Alto to Singapore Mark loses so much time in the air, some of it from flying across timezones, but also from changing planes and not sleeping for three nights before finally going to the airport. He's too tired when Eduardo picks him up to do more than exchange a chaste kiss before falling asleep against Eduardo's shoulder in the car ride back to Eduardo's apartment.
Mark wakes up to Eduardo's fingers scratching at his scalp, and his voice warm in Mark's ear.
"Wake up, Mark. Time to get up."
Breathing out against his pillow, Mark rolls onto his stomach and snakes his right arm from beneath the pillow to reach for Eduardo. His fingers meet the side of a button and a cotton button-up that was not on Eduardo's body last time Mark checked.
"Why are you dressed?" Mark mumbles into the pillow, refusing to even roll over before he stops feeling jet-lagged, let alone get out of bed.
"Come on, Mark."
There's the gentle pressure of Eduardo's lips on the back of Mark's neck before his fingers leave Mark's hair. Then his hands are on Mark's shoulders as he pulls Mark up.
"Are you telling me to get up?" Mark asks as he pulls free to sit back against the headboard and eying Eduardo in his casual dress shirt and slacks. Mark means the question as silly teasing, but when he finishes looking Eduardo over and goes to look him in the eye he sees the grimace on Eduardo's face.
"No. I just - You promised. . . is all."
Mark grabs Eduardo's hand before he can drag it through his hair in a nervous manner.
"Yeah I did." Mark smiles and runs his thumb over Eduardo's knuckles. Tugging Eduardo toward him, Mark tilts his head up in search of a kiss as Eduardo sprawls out on top of him, running his nose against the crease between Mark's nose and cheek. He presses a chaste kiss to Mark's lips.
"Right," Eduardo says, smiling into the kiss. He pulls away only to lean back in and kiss Mark again, his hands spreading out against Mark's skin. They're warm, probably because Eduardo made sure they were before he came back in to wake Mark up. Mark's skin is chilled. He kicks out heat while he's sleeping like a heater just for Eduardo, but goes cold as soon as he wakes up. It's nice being touched with warm fingers especially when Eduardo runs his fingers up his ribs to slide over Mark's nipples.
“I made you an omelet,” Eduardo says, words muffled as Mark drags him into a kiss.
“I thought we were going out to eat,” Mark grumbles into the kiss, moaning when Eduardo runs his fingers over his nipples again. Slowly, he lets Eduardo pull the covers aside and pull him up from the bed.
“Well, we're going for brunch,” Eduardo admits. His cheeks are red and his eyes are stupidly big and bright. His hair is a mess and Mark just wants to crawl back into bed with him. Or pull him to the floor and spread out over Eduardo's body to hold him to the carpet so that they'll just stay there. It's so tempting with Eduardo's fingers running paths over his naked skin. Mark shivers, trying to pull on a clean pair of sweatpants from his bag like Eduardo had implied he wanted Mark to do, but it's hard to concentrate when every time he bends over Eduardo trails fingers down the bumps of Mark's spine.
After Mark gets enough space between them to facilitate pulling his shirt on, he lets Eduardo pull him to the kitchen where they sit side-by-side at the breakfast bar as they eat. Eduardo elbows Mark while he's eating, more because Mark is there and he's just so sincerely excited to have him around Mark guesses by the grin that Eduardo can't smother or hide behind his food or his cup of coffee.
“Where are we going,” Mark asks once they're done and Eduardo has put the plates in the sink to deal with when they get back in the afternoon.
“I want to go shopping first.” Eduardo says.
When they get out on the street Eduardo slips his hand into Mark's and Mark laces his fingers with Eduardo's. They are right and to right hand so Eduardo can slip his other arm over Mark's shoulder. It's bright outside and the weather is warm, Eduardo's arm is a pleasant weight on Mark's shoulders and there are people out.
Mark smiles at Eduardo and then nudges him forward.
“You wanted to show me Singapore. So show me Singapore.”
Eduardo smiles and leads the way.
mark/eduardo, prompt 110 for underscoress
Part One + warnings
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The bruises are still there the next time Mark sees Eduardo. They're in Chicago at the same time and when Mark spots ridiculous hair and the cut of Eduardo's suit from across the room his mind starts racing. His hands sweat and he imagines that the bruises are aching in the tender flesh of his thighs.
Eduardo spots him and raises his glass of scotch in a sardonic salute, if the set of his lips before he hides them behind the curve of the glass are any indication. Mark doesn't have to cut across the room to Eduardo, he doesn't have to dig at Eduardo with insult to rile him up and make him angry enough to fuck Mark. Mark tells himself these things as he turns away from Eduardo with the intention of drinking until he's inebriated enough to be excused. But it turns out, he really doesn't have to do any of these things because Eduardo makes the first move.
Mark feels fingers curling around his elbow before he's turned away from the bar with his second drink in hand. And Eduardo is there with his stupid face, his big eyes and the way he bites at his lip to be seductive. Mark leans into the way Eduardo puts his hand against Mark's neck, and doesn't think about how Sean might have had this whole thing right.
“Do you want to get out of here?” Eduardo asks, hot against Mark ear as he leans in close, and sounding ridiculously cheesy. And Mark, who turns people down for acting ridiculous when they try to pick him up in bars and who has the number for a hot guy who didn't sue him in his cellphone, he nods and leads the way out .
Eduardo presses his fingers against the small of Mark's back as they walk from the taxi toward the hotel Mark is staying in. It's the only place Eduardo touches him from the lobby, up the elevator where they are joined by another couple who is less concerned about PDA as they make-out lazily in front of them, down the hall and during the minute or two it takes Mark to get his key in the lock. Mark is hyper-aware of Eduardo's hand, even after the door is closed and Eduardo trails it down from the small of Mark's back and over his ass. He presses his lips to the back of his neck and Mark shivers, swaying in Eduardo's arms while Eduardo pulls his closes off from where he is pressed chest to Mark's back.
It's slower going than usual, Eduardo taking his time and running his fingers over Mark's bared skin as he strips Mark and turns him in his arms. Mark goes, lazy and boneless with Eduardo's fingers wrapping around his hip and the back of his neck. His jaw goes slack while Eduardo kisses him, tracing the inside of Mark's mouth, and sucking on Mark's tongue as he backs Mark up toward the bed.
Mark topples back, slowly, and then crawls up toward the pillows as Eduardo moves to kneel over him on the bed. And Mark is already panting just from the gentleness of Eduardo's fingers tracing up and down his limbs while his still dressed body brushes against Mark's bare skin. The friction makes him shake, or maybe it's the way Eduardo tells him to spread his thighs as he slides down toward Mark's cock.
It all goes sideways when Eduardo sees the impressions of Jacob's teeth.
“What are these?” Eduardo hisses, hands stopping on Mark's knees and clenching hard enough that Mark jerks. He sets his jaw and tries to sit up. Eduardo's brow is furled and there is a sneer to his lips as he reaches out to touch the bruises.
“Don't act like an idiot,” Mark says, the words turning into a hiss as Eduardo prods the bruising. The sneer turns into a growl.
“They're recent.”
Mark doesn't deem the statement with a response. Eduardo leans down and bites at the bruising, sucking and biting with no trace of the playfulness and the attentiveness of before. He's switched gears; whatever plans he had for Mark previously trashed as he leans back from sucking his own marks into Mark's skin over the impressions Jacob made to shuck his suit.
He doesn't prep Mark much and so when he fucks Mark front to front, grunting and making a furious face as he growls at Mark to stop touching him.
“You make me so mad, Mark,” he hisses. “You make me so angry, so angry I could hurt you.”
Mark pants, wrapping his fingers in the sheets because he can't dig them into Eduardo's shoulders.
“I- I'd let you.”
Eduardo stills at the words, and then doesn't look at Mark for the rest of time he fucks Mark.
Eduardo leaves after, shirt undone and his shoes in hand. Mark flinches when Eduardo slams the door.
-
Mark avoids any functions that Eduardo might attend. It involves a lot of legwork on his assistant's part to rearrange his schedule for the next three months because at his request that is all Hannah says she is willing to do. Mark doesn't disagree because she likes Chris more than she likes him and he needs Chris to tell Hannah which functions Eduardo is planning to attend so Mark can avoid them. If he pisses off Chris by way of pissing off his assistant, well - Mark isn't willing to deal with the fall out.
So he hangs up the suit he was forced to buy because he was now CEO and gets back into his routine of spending too many hours at the office and even more time coding side projects and applications for Facebook that probably won't become anything, at least not for a while. And he's happy, he shuffles around his house in his sweats and he thinks about getting a dog; when there's a cardboard box of kittens outside his local grocery store he stops and thinks about getting one but when he drives back an hour later to do so the box and the kittens are gone.
Mark doesn't think about being held down against the bed, or Eduardo's voice in his ear ((telling him to move his hand or spread his thighs, telling him to come) when he's jerking off. He can't. If he does he'll get on a plane to Singapore and he doesn't know what will happen to him if he does that.
Then two months and a handful of days Chris comes into his office with Dustin and Hannah hot on his heels.
“You're going to the conference in France.”
“No.”
“Mark.”
“I'm too busy -”
Chris huffs and then turns to shoo Hannah out of the room. Dustin, after a quick look at Mark that Mark avoids by ducking down toward the screen of his laptop, leads her out and offers to make a new pot of coffee. Chris turns back after the door is closed and strides toward the chair in front of Mark's desk. He throws himself into it in a telling gesture. Mark wonders if there's been much fallout because of his absence from the public eye or if Chris is just stressed about being in a long distance relationship.
“What happened between you and Eduardo -”
“It doesn't matter.”
“Fine,” Chris says. His voice is on edge and he's steepling his fingers in his lap. “I don't care what happened between the two of you, but popular opinion about Facebook is down with all of the privacy scandals this last year. The last thing we need is you acting like a recluse.”
-
Mark agrees to go to the multi-media conference in France. He gets into the country at three am and makes it to the hotel at five. He's tired and barely keeps his eyes open long enough to hang the suit jacket he swore to wear in the closet before giving up on a hot shower and lying face first on the covers of his bed. When he checked in he asked for a wake up call at noon so he can get some work in before the opening dinner.
He doesn't expect to be woken up by a rapping on his door.
Mark opens his door and goes from frustrated to frozen in a matter of seconds. Eduardo is standing in front of his door, a duffel bag in one hand and dry cleaning bags slung over his shoulder. His face is so blank that Mark wouldn't be willing to bet with this Eduardo and it shouldn't be hot but Eduardo's eyes roam his body before settling to stare steadily back at Mark.
“My hotel was overbooked. Can I stay with you?”
Mark feels like his nerves are on fire, he wants to be mad but he's to tired to be angry. Instead he nods his head and starts moving himself and the door out of Eduardo's way before he can think about why he is doing it. Then he closes the door and Eduardo is in his hotel room.
Eduardo sets his bags down by the bed and then turns toward Mark. He looks pulled together, not disheveled like he just got off the plane the way that Mark does. He loosens his tie and then moves slowly toward Mark so that they are almost chest to chest.
“Can I kiss you?”
“I.”
His fingers brush into the hair at Mark's temple, his palm cupping Mark's cheek. He smells like the same cologne and Mark's body hums as he reaches out to hook his thumbs in the belt loops of Eduardo's trousers. His hands are shaking as he tucks his fingers under the waistband of Eduardo's pants. He was avoiding this for a reason, but with Eduardo's hand so close to his jugular Mark just swallows past his anxieties and moves in for the kiss on his own.
They kiss languidly until Eduardo starts pulling away, kissing the corner of Mark's lips before pulling back and thumbing at the bruising beneath Mark's eyes.
“I woke you up.”
Mark starts to shrug, but Eduardo leans down to kiss his forehead and it jars Mark out of the movement. He stands frozen while Eduardo untangles Mark's hands from his clothes.
“Go take a shower,” Eduardo tells him. “I'll order food from room service or something.
When Mark comes back from the shower Eduardo has changed out of his suit and into a pair of sweatpants and red shirt with Harvard emblazoned across the chest. He's on the phone when Mark steps into the room.
“ - sorry I moved to a different hotel. I'm going to be occupied tonight but send me the files and I'll look them over in the morning. Okay, thanks Kumar.”
Eduardo hangs up and then turns. When he sees Mark his face goes soft and Mark's heart starts pounding again. He stands still in just his towel and narrows his eyes at Eduardo as he approaches. There's a hint of a smile to his lips when he covers the sides of Mark's neck with his hands. He kisses Mark's forehead again and it's so different from the last time they were together.
Except for when Eduardo leans in close and whispers hotly against his ear, “Lay down on the bed, on your stomach Mark.”
Mark does what he says, tucking his arms under a pillow and shivering slightly as he closes his eyes and waits. He doesn't expect it when Eduardo starts working his hands against the muscles of Mark's shoulders, kissing the side of Mark's neck as he works over Mark's tense shoulders and down toward his lower back. They don't say anything for a while, the only sounds being them breathing.
Then Mark takes a shuddering breath and says, “I'd let you ...” then trails off. The words hang in the air and Eduardo doesn't stop rubbing at Mark's shoulders, making him loose as he works at the muscles below Mark's neck.
Finally Eduardo says, “I know, Mark.”
His fingers linger for a second in the hair at the back of Mark's scalp and then he trails his fingers down Mark's spine.
-
It's not that Mark doesn't like the sex, the sex is fantastic, but after is Mark's favorite part. When Eduardo has come and he lets himself collapse into Mark's arms while he rides out the aftershocks. It's the weight of Eduardo on him, holding Mark down and keeping him rooted not only to the bed but to that moment. Eduardo is all over him in the aftermath, his saliva and sweat is on Mark's skin and there are bruises from Eduardo fingers and teeth littered everywhere. All Mark can smell with Eduardo so close is the slightly lingering scent of Eduardo's cologne and the heady smell of Eduardo's sweat.
It's like a second sort of release for Mark. Giving himself over to the press of Eduardo's warm body spread over his own.
“You're going to that conference in San Francisco, right?”
Mark nods with his eyes closed. He can feel Eduardo running his nose and his lips along his neck, upward toward Mark's ear, kissing his way there with his fingers over Mark's stomach.
Eduardo runs his hands in a path over the plains of Mark's stomach toward his ribs, all the while sucking at the skin beneath Mark's ear. Mark whines, arching up minutely and feeling the rumble of laughter in Eduardo's chest that is pressed so close to his own.
“Book another room,” Eduardo says. “At a different hotel than the one your assistant had you staying in. Say your name is Billy Olson and check in the day before the conference. Can you do that for me, Mark?”
And Mark nods, eyes blinking open when Eduardo asks him to look at him. He gasps out a hoarse, 'yes,' and watches a smirk curl over Eduardo's lips. Then Eduardo's lips are on his, and he's licking into Mark's mouth as his fingers slide up his chest and behind Mark's head. With Eduardo's fingers tangling in Mark's hair, Mark arches against the thigh Eduardo is sliding between his own and he lets Eduardo turn his head, taking control of the kiss. Mark thrusts up against Eduardo even though his penis is staying flaccid between them, twitching with interest even though it is too soon.
Mark fists the sheet with one hand and digs his fingers into Eduardo's bicep with the other. He pants when Eduardo breaks away to breathe against the hollow of Mark's throat.
-
Mark wakes up and the bed is empty beside him, but there's a text message on his phone.
You can say no, if you want to.
Mark shouldn't imagine Eduardo chewing his lip and blushing as he sends the text message. That's something Eduardo from before the depositions would have done, not the Eduardo he has now. But Mark allows himself this one fantasy and texts back.
I'll see you in San Francisco.
-
Mark shows up at the hotel running late. Eduardo is already in the lobby, but he hangs back while Mark gets his keycard from the front desk. The clerk chances a glance at both of them, but doesn't say anything as he hands Mark the keycard and then Mark turns moving toward the elevator, trusting Eduardo to fall in beside him before he gets there.
And he does. His fingers brush against Mark's wrist before he slips past Mark into the elevator as if he doesn't know Mark.
They are both grinning and blushing as the floor pass below them and the doors finally open. Eduardo takes Mark's wrist in hand then, pulling the keycard from his fingers and leading the way to their room.
“I want to try something,” Eduardo says, after the door is closed and he has his lips against Mark's throat. Mark hooks his fingers in Eduardo's lapels and nods at the question kiss to his chin. Mark finally caved and open one of the links that Sean had sent him, and when it hadn't given his computer a virus or had shown him a naked woman, Mark had read it. Now when he swallows harshly at the way Eduardo's fingers on his neck make him shudder he knows that it's not just him.
Eduardo shows Mark the suit. It's in a dry cleaner's bag and there are more clasps and buttons against the gray material than Mark has ever seen on a suit.
They go to bed early after Eduardo explains what he wants to do with Mark. Mark marvels at falling asleep with Eduardo beside him. It's not the first time, but it is the first time that Mark knows they'll both be there in the morning.
Eduardo wakes them both up early. Mark grumbles into the pillow as Eduardo draws his fingers down Mark's back to come to Mark's ass. He cups him there, biting at each cheek teasingly so that Mark groans and writhes beneath him. He runs teasing touches against the backs of Mark's thighs and reminds him to stay as still as he can while Eduardo kisses sloppily at his lower back, fingers teasing against his dry hole. And Mark moans. He promises Eduardo he'll say no if it's too much, that he'll tell Eduardo if they need to stop.
Mark has to cling and bite against the pillow to keep from crying out as Eduardo fucks orgasm number on out of him. Eduardo groans, forehead pressed between Mark's shoulder blades, shuddering through his orgasm as Mark wrenches it out of him with they way he is clenching and shaking.
The second orgasm comes with Mark on his back, fingers of one hand clutched in Eduardo's hair and his other hand held to the bed as Eduardo licks up and down his cock, sucking at him until Mark is hard, painfully so and too soon after the first.
After they make out sloppily, Eduardo half-hard but nowhere near getting it fully up yet, but still thrusting against Mark as Mark shudders. The friction on his own cock is too much and he feels tense and loose in parts. He feels like a contradiction as Eduardo fucks his tongue into his mouth, calling him baby when they take turns to pant against each other's skin.
The third hurts and Mark screams with it, back arching painfully and thighs shaking and his hip joints aching as Eduardo nearly folds him in half while he blows him. It's only after six am according to the clock and as soon as Mark stops shaking he rolls on his side, face buried in the sheets and drifting in and out of sleep, too fucked out to register Eduardo leaving the bed. Though, he knows when Eduardo comes back, dragging a wet wash cloth across Mark's skin. Mark feels super heated and Eduardo's skin is cool against his own, so he tries to pull him down even as Eduardo splutters and then laughs to himself, kissing Mark's chin before running fingers along Mark's limbs. He dances around Mark's flaccid cock, making humming sounds when Mark groans and buries his face in Eduardo's neck.
Eduardo wakes him up later, in time for the start of the conference and pours Mark into the suit, doing each clasp and kissing Mark's skin before hiding it behind a second and third layer of cloth.
“I'll be here when you get back,” Eduardo promises, his fingers a pleasant pressure against the back of Mark's neck.
He peels Mark out of the suit when Mark gets back, kissing Mark's skin as he reveals it like it's something to be worshiped. Mark aches with it, coming fingers through Eduardo’s hair as Eduardo slides to his knees.
He helps Mark into bed and then holds him to his chest. Eduardo's fingers run through the soft hairs of Mark's stomach and he tucks his face against Mark's neck. His breath his warm and Mark can feel when Eduardo parts his lips and rests his teeth against Mark's skin.
“I don't know what this is,” Eduardo says on a shaky breath. His fingers press into the skin at Mark's hip and his head moves as he hides his eyes against Mark's shoulder. With one of Edaurdo's arms behind his head and the other across his waist Mark feels weighed down, he feels secure. He can breath and he's brave enough to say, “I want it to be something.”
Eduardo asks Mark to be there in the morning.
-
There's an article about them on Gawker. It's not featured on the first page of the site, but far enough back that it takes searching for their names to bring it up. It's as close to subdued as Gawker has ever managed to be, stating that an anonymous source working at a hotel in San Francisco had tipped them off to a man that looked like Mark Zuckerberg checking into a hotel and a man looking like former-CFO and co-founder of the site, Eduardo Saverin, coming and going from the premises. Mark guess that it was the clerk from the morning after who had smiled so suspiciously at him that had tipped Gawker off, but he doesn't worry. There's no evidence. Just the name Billy Olson who had paid in cash.
If Gawker wanted to dig there were probably surveillance tapes, but that was circumstantial.
Even with all of that logic, Mark's hands shook a little as he called to Hannah, telling her to hold his calls and then he calls Eduardo. The phone rings and rings before finally going to voicemail. Mark hates the way his skin feels too tight on his frame. Part of him wants to say fuck it all and try and crash Gawker, or walk out or wire in or -
Mark leaves a message for Eduardo asking him to call.
“Sorry,” Eduardo breathes out into the phone when he calls Mark back. “I couldn't find my phone.”
“Gawker wrote something about us.”
“I know.”
There's a silence over the line and Mark sits in his office chair, head bowed to his desk and glares at the surface of the table with enough intensity that it should burst into flames.
It doesn't. And Eduardo says, “It's okay. Dustin sent me the link. I think he knows about us.”
“I … am not surprised,” Mark retorts, hesitantly because he's not sure how to handle being an “us” with Eduardo. Of all the times they've talked on the phone since the time in France, they haven't discussed Facebook or what they are to each other now.
“I -” Eduardo cuts himself off. “I'm not surprised. We haven't been conspicuous about this whole thing. I'm not mad either I just. We should of talked by now shouldn't we?”
Eduardo sounds hectic, winded and a little high voiced like when he is flushed and embarrassed. His hair is likely a mess and Mark can imagine that his tie is undone and that Eduardo has flopped back on his bed with his eyes covered to have this conversation; it's a clear picture in his head and the fact that Eduardo is asking Mark is silly. So Mark snorts in response. And he smiles at the table while some of the tension leaks out of his shoulders.
“Everything's just been so good,” Eduardo whines and Mark's covering his mouth with the back of his hand now. He wants to kiss Eduardo through the thousands of miles between them while he listens to Eduardo sigh.
“But we should talk.”
“Yes.”
Eduardo grumbles on the phone again and Mark can't quite smother back another snort.
Eduardo groans. “I don't want to do that over the phone or in a hotel, though. Do you have vacation time saved up?”
“Yeah?”
“Good, then you should come to Singapore. Come stay with me in Singapore for a week.”
It's the way that Eduardo goes from frustrated to earnest in seconds that has Mark agreeing in an even tone while his heart stutters for him.
-
Flying from Palo Alto to Singapore Mark loses so much time in the air, some of it from flying across timezones, but also from changing planes and not sleeping for three nights before finally going to the airport. He's too tired when Eduardo picks him up to do more than exchange a chaste kiss before falling asleep against Eduardo's shoulder in the car ride back to Eduardo's apartment.
Mark wakes up to Eduardo's fingers scratching at his scalp, and his voice warm in Mark's ear.
"Wake up, Mark. Time to get up."
Breathing out against his pillow, Mark rolls onto his stomach and snakes his right arm from beneath the pillow to reach for Eduardo. His fingers meet the side of a button and a cotton button-up that was not on Eduardo's body last time Mark checked.
"Why are you dressed?" Mark mumbles into the pillow, refusing to even roll over before he stops feeling jet-lagged, let alone get out of bed.
"Come on, Mark."
There's the gentle pressure of Eduardo's lips on the back of Mark's neck before his fingers leave Mark's hair. Then his hands are on Mark's shoulders as he pulls Mark up.
"Are you telling me to get up?" Mark asks as he pulls free to sit back against the headboard and eying Eduardo in his casual dress shirt and slacks. Mark means the question as silly teasing, but when he finishes looking Eduardo over and goes to look him in the eye he sees the grimace on Eduardo's face.
"No. I just - You promised. . . is all."
Mark grabs Eduardo's hand before he can drag it through his hair in a nervous manner.
"Yeah I did." Mark smiles and runs his thumb over Eduardo's knuckles. Tugging Eduardo toward him, Mark tilts his head up in search of a kiss as Eduardo sprawls out on top of him, running his nose against the crease between Mark's nose and cheek. He presses a chaste kiss to Mark's lips.
"Right," Eduardo says, smiling into the kiss. He pulls away only to lean back in and kiss Mark again, his hands spreading out against Mark's skin. They're warm, probably because Eduardo made sure they were before he came back in to wake Mark up. Mark's skin is chilled. He kicks out heat while he's sleeping like a heater just for Eduardo, but goes cold as soon as he wakes up. It's nice being touched with warm fingers especially when Eduardo runs his fingers up his ribs to slide over Mark's nipples.
“I made you an omelet,” Eduardo says, words muffled as Mark drags him into a kiss.
“I thought we were going out to eat,” Mark grumbles into the kiss, moaning when Eduardo runs his fingers over his nipples again. Slowly, he lets Eduardo pull the covers aside and pull him up from the bed.
“Well, we're going for brunch,” Eduardo admits. His cheeks are red and his eyes are stupidly big and bright. His hair is a mess and Mark just wants to crawl back into bed with him. Or pull him to the floor and spread out over Eduardo's body to hold him to the carpet so that they'll just stay there. It's so tempting with Eduardo's fingers running paths over his naked skin. Mark shivers, trying to pull on a clean pair of sweatpants from his bag like Eduardo had implied he wanted Mark to do, but it's hard to concentrate when every time he bends over Eduardo trails fingers down the bumps of Mark's spine.
After Mark gets enough space between them to facilitate pulling his shirt on, he lets Eduardo pull him to the kitchen where they sit side-by-side at the breakfast bar as they eat. Eduardo elbows Mark while he's eating, more because Mark is there and he's just so sincerely excited to have him around Mark guesses by the grin that Eduardo can't smother or hide behind his food or his cup of coffee.
“Where are we going,” Mark asks once they're done and Eduardo has put the plates in the sink to deal with when they get back in the afternoon.
“I want to go shopping first.” Eduardo says.
When they get out on the street Eduardo slips his hand into Mark's and Mark laces his fingers with Eduardo's. They are right and to right hand so Eduardo can slip his other arm over Mark's shoulder. It's bright outside and the weather is warm, Eduardo's arm is a pleasant weight on Mark's shoulders and there are people out.
Mark smiles at Eduardo and then nudges him forward.
“You wanted to show me Singapore. So show me Singapore.”
Eduardo smiles and leads the way.