Just When I Thought I Had You Sussed Part 3
They sat side by side on Mark’s bed with a few inches between them. Neither had spoken yet and Mark tucked his hands into his hoodie pockets, trying to stop them from shaking. He couldn’t really remember fully what had happened last night; he just hoped he hadn’t embarrassed Eduardo. He couldn’t remember jumping him.
“Last night,” Eduardo begun and Mark sucked in a shallow breath, “I, I acted completely out of place.” Mark turned to him in shock to see Eduardo’s eyes (why were his eyes so damn big)
“Wait, you did?” Mark asked his face scrunching as he tried to remember what had happened once they had reached the club.
“Mark, you don’t remember? Oh yeah, you were pretty drunk. God, I’m so shitty.” Eduardo leant on his elbows and put his face in his hands and started murmuring something that Mark couldn’t hear.
“Why did you kiss me back?” Mark whispered half hoping Eduardo didn’t hear him.
“Because. Because. Look we can’t, Mark. I can’t date a principle, I’ve told you. I didn’t mean to fall - I didn’t mean for that to happen. You’re the President’s son for god’s sake and I’m your bodyguard and, Christ, it’d be breaching contract and you’re eighteen…” Eduardo glanced at Mark despairingly.
“I get that. I do. I’m just a freshman at college and I know that I’m not attractive. I understand. Message received, you didn’t have to try and qualify why you don’t fancy me. I know.” Mark stood up to go and find his laptop and wire in and just forget about Eduardo and his false excuses and stupid bambi eyes.
“Mark, no, don’t you dare go all self-deprecating on me. Don’t curl in on yourself like I’m going to hurt you…”
Mark turned around to fact Eduardo still sitting on the bed, “You already have hurt me! Pretending to be my friend and kissing me and then it turning out you were only hanging out with me because they were your orders…”
“I don’t remember kissing you being in my orders, Mark.” Eduardo shouted back.
“Then why did you?” Mark shouted back desperately.
“Because I wanted to. Because I’ve wanted to the moment I met you. From the first moment I bumped into you trying to buy a Red Bull from that crappy café down the road. I wanted you all those times we ended up on top of each other at the end of a film. That’s not the way friends act, Mark, and it’s certainly not the way a professional bodyguard should act. I apologise. I came to talk to you because I’ve asked to be transferred this morning. To the Washington team so I can be used with their protection group,”
“Wait, what?!”
“I can’t, I can’t be around you, Mark, without wanting things I can’t have. Wanting you.” Eduardo looked at Mark squarely in the eye.
“Who cares what you do, Wardo, you’re the leader of the team!”
“Your father, the President, might care that I’m sleeping with his son while I’m supposed to be protecting you. I can’t protect you efficiently if I’m freaking out and letting my emotions get in the way. That almost happened the night of the dinner and it happened again last night and I can’t afford that to happen again. I can’t afford for you to get hurt on my watch. My colleagues would find out and they would file complaints and I would be fired. I’d lose my reputation, Mark, meaning I’d probably never get another job in law enforcement.”
Eduardo took Mark’s hand and held it between both of his and stepped closer to Mark, eyes still closed as if he was physically in pain.
“I want you so much, Mark, but there are so many reasons for us to be apart. My only choice is to move to Washington and hope that this can just stay between us. Your father spoke to me about this…”
“What?”
“When we were having lunch with your family? He warned me to not engage in a relationship with you, citing all the proper reasons,” Seeing Mark’s face Eduardo explained further, “I think he observed how we acted around each other and assumed something was going on. I promised him nothing would happen. I promised the President that no inappropriate emotions would affect my work and your protection. It’s kind of a high risk job, if you hadn’t noticed.” Eduardo squeezed Mark’s hand and took a few steps backwards, letting go.
“Lars and Sergei have assured me you’ll be in safe hands with them especially considering recent events. Have a good life, Mark.”
Mark couldn’t move. Couldn’t reach out and grab Eduardo, pull him into his body and tell him never to leave. Tell him he loved him. Mark was still trying to absorb what Eduardo had told him. Trying to absorb that Wardo was leaving him and not coming back. All because of wanting him.
Eduardo smiled sadly before leaving the room and closing it quietly afterwards with a short click. Mark was alone in his room and he’d never felt more broken.
--
The press had been warned by his father to stay away from him whilst he was at Harvard and Mark was surprised to see that they were actually complying. Apart from the Crimson trying to interview him, he’d not received any invitations to discuss his father or the fact that he technically now lived in the White House. Or at least, he would after the inauguration.
It had never sunk into Mark that his father was now the President.
--
It had been a whole month since Eduardo had left the Harvard campus. Mark told Dustin and Billy that he’d had a family emergency but he could tell that Chris didn’t believe him. Lars and Sergei still followed him around like he was in danger of death on a constant basis but Mark didn’t stray from his room except to go to the bathroom (even then it was rare) and occasionally to class. He’d lost the little motivation he’d had and begun working on a program called CourseMatch which became extremely popular on campus.
Coding became his life and his desk was surrounded by rubbish that he’d thrown there absently. He survived solely on tuna and caffeinated produce and rarely slept. Chris used to turn to Dustin on a constant basis, as they watched Mark stagger as if he was re-learning to walk every time he got up from his chair to the bathroom from the sofa, and say, “Things used to be better when Eduardo was around.”
--
“You planning on heading to D.C tomorrow, Mark?” Chris asked Mark from the door of his room. Mark looked a mess; his hair was all over the place (Chris knew it hadn’t touched water since Dustin threw a bucket of water all over Mark the moment he moved away from his laptop), his clothes were stained and unwashed. More than that, Mark looked destroyed - his eyes were blank like he cared about nothing. The only time they saw any passion in him was when he was wired in.
“Hmm?” Mark didn’t even look away from his screen. Chris hit him around the ear causing his headphones to fall off and crash onto the keyboard.
“Chris, what the fuck?” Mark jumped back and glared at him.
“Oh like you don’t save at the end of every line anyway.” Chris shut the lid of Mark’s laptop and Mark glared harder. He didn’t look threatening at all; he just looked like an annoyed, rumpled child. “Start picking up your clothes, Mark, we’re going to start the momentous event of teaching you how to pack.” Chris clapped his hands together patronisingly and Mark crossed his arms.
“I’ll give you five seconds before I send in Dustin. With a hose. He’s already connecting it in the bathroom.”
“REVENGE, MARKY MARK, SWEET, SWEET REVENGE!” Dustin called through the wall.
“Revenge for what?” Mark grumbled.
“It’s Dustin; who knows?” Chris shrugged before pulling Mark out of his chair and proceeding to spend the day stuffing Mark’s clothes into the nearest suitcase. Mark complained throughout but it was worth it for the expression on his face when Chris walked him to the washing machines (because those clothes were not going to be worn in the White House looking in that state, if Chris had anything to say about it) Mark had to stand in the sun for more than five minutes.
--
“So just a small room for me?” Mark asked facetiously before lying his suitcase down on the king sized bed in the residence Mark’s dad had set them all up in so he could sort out his business in Washington before the Inauguration. Donna and Randi, who were standing behind him, sniggered before jumping on him and pushing him back on top of it.
“Spill, Zuckerberg.” Randi demanded, finger pointed menacingly.
“Yeah, mum and dad won’t tell us anything.” Donna whined.
“About what, you harpies?” He rubbed his arm from where they had pushed him and Randi slapped it.
“Eduardo, of course! What on earth happened? He’s here in Washington, you know, looking like Bond with and ear piece and sunglasses and he never talks. I tried to talk to him the other day but he didn’t even acknowledge me!” Donna rambled but Randi placed a hand on the younger girl’s shoulder when she saw Mark’s expression.
“Oh god, what did that bastard do to you?” Randi asked angrily.
“Nothing.” Mark turned away from them violently and got off the bed to unzip his suitcase and begin unpacking.
“Mark.” His sisters warned in unison. Mark sunk back down on the bed and rubbed a hand over his face and curved his shoulders in.
“It’s a long story.” They sat either side of him and awkwardly patted his shoulder; they were as good at comforting as Mark was.
“We’ve got till dinner.” Donna piped up.
“This is strictly confidential, I’m warning you.” Mark said, exhausted with complaining already.
“Pinky promise,” They both shouted, “We are such children.” Randi laughed.
--
That night they had a private family dinner in the house as there would be a large dinner tomorrow with all their family friends, various employees at the White House and campaign workers for the Democratic Party. Mark wasn’t looking forward to the dinner considering what happened last time but his father had bribed Mark with allowing him to remain in his room most of the day as long as he came to the dinner and behaved properly. Mark assumed bringing his laptop to the table wouldn’t be ‘proper behaviour’ but spending a whole day coding sounded better than awkwardly bumping into Eduardo.
Telling Donna and Randi about Eduardo and how there was now nothing between them Mark assumed that he would feel a sense of closure, or finality about the entire situation but he didn’t. He still had the horrible metallic taste in his mouth and the weight in his stomach that punched him whenever he thought about Eduardo.
He spent the day productively - checking in on CourseMatch and changing some of the code to make it more efficient. His family knew not to disturb him when he was wired in but as his eyes flickered to the clock at the bottom right of his laptop he decided he should probably get ready now and then have time to code for a bit longer before he was actually required at the dinner.
Deciding to take a quick shower, he jumped into the water and began washing his hair before realising that he didn’t have any shampoo. He cursed and opened the door of the shower to look around the bathroom.
Nothing.
Not even shower gel he could use as a substitute. He needed to wash his hair properly; he hadn’t since before his flight. Grabbing and towel and wrapping it around him - still dripping - he jogged into his room and rummaged through his suitcase, desperately hoping Chris had slipped some in with the toothpaste he made sure Mark had but no. There was nothing in his suitcase.
He knew Donna’s room was just down the corridor - if he quickly ran there then he would be back in two seconds. She’d definitely have shampoo. He opened the door to his room, checking his towel was still there and ran half way down the corridor before looking up and seeing Eduardo’s face.
He stopped running and stared at Eduardo who was just gaping at Mark, like he wasn’t real, like he was everything. Mark had missed that expression. Eduardo was fully dressed in a pressed black, Prada suit, white shirt, black tie and ear piece secured. He looked incredible and Mark couldn’t move completely forgetting that he was basically naked in the middle of a corridor.
Suddenly he was being pushed back into the wall to his left side and Eduardo grabbed Mark by his shoulders and dragged him into a furious kiss.
Mark was suddenly thrown into the moment with a bang and he couldn't remove himself from Wardo's lips. The hot crush of Wardo's mouth against his and the full body shudder that ran through Mark distracted him from a feeling that they should probably talk before they jumped into bed. How could anything be more important than this - it had been months coming and finally, finally it was happening.
Even if this only happened once, even if Wardo couldn't look at him tomorrow, Mark couldn't care less. This was all he wanted and more and stopping it would have meant years of regret. There was a little part of him that still hoped that Wardo could love him back, just a small fraction would be good enough for Mark.
“Your room?” gasped Wardo, hoarsely, running a hand down Mark's side to rest at his waist before pulling Mark (and his barely holding up towel) into his room and pushing Mark up against the wooden door. Biting at Mark's bottom lip Mark moaned brokenly into Wardo's mouth remembering how good Wardo was at kissing from the dinner that month before. "I’ve missed you so much, Mark. I couldn’t do anything. I’ve never been stupid like this but I can’t. Don't you fucking dare let me leave you again. Not for sodding duty when nothing feels real without you.”
"Sorry," Mark said, the word getting lost in the indent of Wardo's lip. And then they realised that what they had to talk about could wait for a while and there was just hot, crazed mutterings into skin and forceful pressed of lips against one another's until Mark could hardly breath from the feel of the heavy air pressing down on him. Towel now lost, Mark began tugging at Eduardo’s clothes trying to indicate that he wanted Wardo undressed, about yesterday. Eduardo unbuttoned his jacket and pulled his ear piece out quickly before returning his hands to Mark.
Mark was panting as if he'd just run a marathon - Wardo still pushing his back into the door and moving languidly against him like he'd been wanting this all along. Like Mark hadn't been making this all up in his head. Mark had to kiss him in realisation of this and Wardo's response was more than an answer to all of Mark's questions. He could feel Wardo's uncertainty but he hummed with lust and need and a deep love that Mark had always thought was scorn-worthy and something not to waste his time with. Wardo's mouth was gasping over his skin, pressing open-mouthed kisses onto his jaw and positioning Mark's head so he could get to Mark's throat without having the indents of the door press into Mark too hard, concentrating on whispering I missed you so much into Mark’s throat.
"Yeah well I haven’t exactly been dealing well either. I’m sure you’ve been busy," Mark huffed, and then sucked in a breath as Wardo pressed his hips hard into Mark’s.
"You think?," Eduardo said huskily, and it was all that Mark could do not to come right then and there.
"Fuck," he said, swallowing.
"I knew you'd pick up soon enough," Wardo commented laughing. Mark knew Wardo was far more experience than him in this area but he felt spontaeous and before thinking how hard could this be (desperately glad Dustin wasn't here) and cupping the front of Wardo's trousers and palming him quickly, memorising the way Wardo gasped and reacted to Mark's fingers.
"Jesus!" gasped Wardo, grabbing Mark's hips with both hands to steady himself and panting hard as Mark stroked him through his trousers and started to stroke experimentally. "Oh, God!"
"Do you have any idea how much I've been wanting to do this?" asked Mark, breathlessly, his voice rumbling in his chest before Wardo pushed his hand away and wrapped his own hand around Mark who was shaking with a need to get a hand on him but purely thinking about Wardo, “I think I have some idea.” He muttered before stroking expertly, "Catching you pink from the shower, twice now, and having to pretend I felt nothing in front of Lars and Sergei in case they told anyone and I'd lose my job - Jesus, Mark, you have been killing me. You made this job so much trickier than it needed to be!"
Mark hadn't exactly been covert in his attraction to Wardo but he realised he had been appallingly dim when it came to noticing how Wardo felt about him, and now, as Wardo let Mark thrust into his hand and Mark was slowly moving his hand around Wardo, he felt like knocking his head against a wall. Mark groaned in indication and, poor as his stamina was, he just couldn't stop. Before he knew what was going on, he was coming, too damn soon with Wardo's fingers still moving up and down him him and Wardo's mouth swallowing his moans.
"Shit," he gasped, his head thumping back against the door responded to Wardo's needy kisses, his knees trembling and his blood thrusting fast and furious in his veins. "Fuck, Wardo," he said, stuttering over syllables he would have no issue with, as Eduardo pressed kisses onto of his face and throat as if he was precious. Finally he found the spot on Mark's neck where he had once left a mark, and then Wardo really went to town, all tongue and teeth as his fingers slid up and down Mark’s body.
"I want you naked," said Mark. "Now. I want to see you."
Wardo swallowed. "Okay," he said, shivering. And then Wardo was tugging him over to his bed and Mark attempted to help unbutton some of Wardo’s layers managing to wrestle off his tie and undo Wardo’s shirt buttons, Mark still feeling deliciously exposed to Wardo's heavy stare. There was another little space of time where they had to do some more of the urgent kissing, Mark straddling his lap and grinding down onto him, warm fingers exploring Wardo's back and and shoulders through the smooth expanse of his shirt.
"Come on," Mark muttered into Wardo's collarbone. "Naked. Now."
"God, ok, a second!"
Mark snorted with laughter before Eduardo huffed and looked up at him "Kind of difficult to take my trousers off when you're sitting on top of me, Mark!”
Mark made a slightly impatient sound and climbed off Wardo.
"Get on with it!" he said, in that familiar, dazed voice that always made Wardo want to tell him how hard that month had been. He half-rose off the bed, hitching his trousers down. Wardo realised this wouldn't work horizontally so he stood up shakily and shucked them and his underwear and stepped right into Mark's space and wrapped himself around him, reveling in the feel of Mark's eager hands.
"Love you," said Mark, his heart swelling painfully, and Wardo made a harsh sound in the bottom of his throat and lifted up attempting to carry them both to the bed before Mark got frustrated, pushed Wardo onto the bed himself before sitting back on top of Wardo's thighs.
“Get this shirt off. Mutual nudity. Now.” Mark said as he tugged at the shirt.
"I know," said Wardo, biting Mark's collarbone. "I just can't stop touching you."
Mark shuddered at the way Wardo was using his fingers to accentuate the words, and his eyes lidded briefly before snapping back open again.
"Yeah, that's - fuck!" he said, incoherently. "Hang on," he said, half-drunk on sensation but still aware that this wasn't going quickly enough for them to be done by the time Mark was needed at the dinner. "Stop distracting me!"
He pushed himself up and off Wardo, and then dragged Wardo to his feet and kissed him again, thoroughly.
"Take it all off," Mark said, breathlessly, when he finally broke away from Wardo's mouth. "I need to see you. Now."
Wardo gave a full-body shiver at that and smiled, remembering how this would be their first time with Mark being demanding as usual. Mark rolled his eyes as if he could understand what Wardo was smiling about from his position on the bed.
"Oh, bloody hell," said Wardo unable to take his eyes off Mark, like he was a magnet.
"Come on, Wardo, more stripping," said Mark. Wardo made an worn-out noise and pulled off his shoes at the same time as he was pulling his white shirt up over his head together. Mark watched as the shirt fell to the ground before observing the firm toned chest and the fine treasure-trail of brown hair before Wardo's chest caught his eye. He was lean and tanned and Mark much preferred him to the muscular blondes he’d seen Chris with a few times. It made him look more human and not jock-like at all. More real. Mark’s.
Wardo bit his lip as the shirt dropped to the floor, leaving his hair sticking out stupidly like he'd been stressed recently and it was standing on its ends due to his fingers constantly running through it. He was staring at Mark's hand, watching it hover over Mark's erection.
"Come on," said Mark, frowning.
Wardo let his gaze slide on up over Mark's stomach, his eyes diluting further at the sight of the love bite at his throat and on his red, bitten mouth before catching his eyes. And he never took his eyes away from Mark's as he moved closer to the edge of the bed. Mark made an inchoate sound sodden with lust at the sight of him, it was all starting to feel more and more real and he suddenly felt this innate need to touch Wardo to make sure he was real. That Mark wasn't making this all up in some frustrating fantasy.
"Get over here," Mark said, hoarsely.
Wardo, smiling widely, straddled Mark's lap, pressing down on to him, "Now where were we?"
--
"So just what exactly is going to happen now?" Mark asked, at some point later, his face burrowed into the nape of Wardo's neck, utterly sated.
"I’ve been offered a new job," said Wardo, pushing languorously back into Mark's embrace and enjoying the shocking novelty of all that warm and naked skin. "I applied for the CIA. So that we, if you wanted to I mean, could be together." he admitted.
There was an interested pause.
"You quit your dream job to be with me?" said Mark at last. "You're going to be the most unpredictable boyfriend ever, aren't you?"
There was another pause, whilst Wardo turned that sentence over and over in his mind, and had a bit of a moment. "Boyfriend?" he said, when he could trust his voice.
"Do you prefer girlfriend?" Mark asked, and Wardo could hear him smiling.
"Hey! You can't go impugning my manhood after..."
"Yes, yes, fine," Mark interrupted, sounding embarrassed. "So - boyfriend, then."
Wardo felt like his face was going to crack from smiling. "Oh," he said, eloquently. "Okay."
Mark wriggled around in Wardo's arms and kissed him quite hard for quite some time, which led to rather more than kissing, and one way or another, the conversation got put on hold for a while. When it was resumed, they were both fairly sweaty and disgusting, and Mark was aching very pleasantly indeed.
"Boyfriend," Mark said again, shaking his head in the darkness and wondering if he'd ever stop smiling.
"Yeah," said Wardo. There was a little pause. "Only - only do you want to keep it secret?" he added, awkwardly.
“What?” Said Mark and he leant up on his elbow so he could draw circles on Eduardo’s chest.
“Well, my new job means that I won’t be breaching contract or lying to your father anymore. But if you don’t want to come out yet or whatever…” Eduardo looked at him and smiled understandingly.
“No! Wardo, I don’t care who knows. I mean. As long as you want it to be public too?” Mark leant down and pressed a kiss to Wardo’s chest.
“Yeah.” Eduardo pulled him into a kiss.
--
“Do I look ready?” Mark said as Wardo straightened his tie.
“You look like you’d just fucked, to be honest.” Wardo laughed before kissing him quickly and picking up his jacket off the floor.
“I mean do you think we’re ready for this?” Wardo turned around to face Mark and wrapped his arms around his waist.
“I finish this job tomorrow; I think we can be let off for tonight.”
Mark grinned, “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
--
Mark arrived at the dinner ten minutes late but his parents didn’t really seem to notice. His dad gave him a smile before going back to his conversation with the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff. He took a seat next to Randi who took one look at him, winked and went back to her starter. He looked at her quizzically but put it down to girl-things and tucked into his own starter.
Wardo had to work the early shift of the dinner but Mark knew he’d be back in his room later that night so he wasn’t too disappointed. He was only in Washington for few weeks on Winter break before he had to go back to Boston and he didn’t know where Wardo would be stationed for his new job. Mark put that thought aside before he started to worry and asked Donna how school was going. She looked at him like he had three heads.
Nothing had really changed at all.
Apart from the fact that it really, really had.
Mark couldn’t hold back his grin.
--
Why did these dinners always include dancing? Mark had been to plenty of these events before and they constantly forced shockingly awkward stumbling around for the attendees. But, he supposed, everyone was on their way to being incredibly drunk and he understood that the brain’s impulses were affected by alcohol but, dancing, really?
He’d had a couple of glasses himself but you didn’t see him twirling around on the dance floor making a fool out of himself.
That was before he felt a tap on his shoulder and turned around to face Wardo looking disgustingly attractive and professional considering what he had been doing to Mark just before dinner. Mark had no doubt that he was still displaying evidence which wasn’t exactly appropriate for state dinners in front of the President even if he was his father.
“I’m off duty.” Wardo smiled brightly before holding his hand out to Mark.
Mark stared at it before looking back at Wardo, “What are you doing?”
“I’m offering you the chance to come out with our relationship after months of pining and miscommunication and eventually spectacular sex,” Mark blushed and laughed, “but I understand if you think it’s the wrong time or if you think this is too fast or…”
Mark took his hand quickly, “Yeah, ok. Just don’t make a fool out of me.”
Wardo beamed at him like he was the happiest man in the world, “I know it’ll be hard, Mark, but I think we can make it. I wouldn’t have quit my job if I didn’t.”
“It’s not like you’re unemployed, Wardo. The CIA probably pay you more as well.” Wardo rolled his eyes fondly before tugging on Mark’s hand, pulling him from his chair.
“Ready for this?” Wardo breathed and smiled nervously.
“You’re not going to get shot, Wardo. Just as long as we don’t do what we ended up doing last time you made me dance.” Wardo smirked and looked at the dance floor.
“Let’s take it slow in front of your dad, ok? He’s very protective of you.” This time Mark rolled his eyes and dragged Wardo into the middle of the floor and putting his arms, stiltedly, around Wardo’s waist.
“Did I tell you that I requested to be posted near Boston?” Wardo whispered in his ear as they swayed.
“You forgot to mention that bit.” Mark leant back to face Eduardo.
“My mistake.” Wardo smirked. Mark pushed himself up on the balls of his feet and caught Wardo’s bottom lip between his quickly.
“You think that confirmed their suspicions?”
Wardo just pressed a kiss on Mark’s forehead and laughed gently against his skin.
--
Epilogue - Mid-January
“So it was you two scheming that got me and Wardo together?” Mark stared at his sisters across the table at lunch the next day.
“Actually it was a team effort.” Mark’s dad walked into the kitchen loosening his tie and nicking Mark’s Mountain Dew off the table.
“Wait, what? I thought you were trying to deter Wardo from being with me?” Mark twisted around to face his father.
“Yes, I didn’t want him dating you whilst he was your bodyguard. But, I mean, it’s my fault that you were hurt by him in the first place,” Mark coughed indiscreetly (Mark had had a very thorough discussion with his father over breakfast about that plan of his. Apparently a very panicky phone call from Chris about Mark and Wardo’s superiors about a deterioration in Wardo’s attitude all contributed to Mark’s dad putting in a very good word for Eduardo with the CIA.) “In my defence, I never thought we’d be shot at. It was a stupid thing to do, Mark, but I never knew you’d fall in love with the guy.”
Mark glared at him as he continued, “Although that’s no excuse. Anyway, he didn’t really like his job here much - I think he much prefers on hand protection to standing next to doors which was basically his job here. He’ll like the CIA much better. And I hear he’ll be stationed near Boston too so everybody’s happy!” He defended and Mark nodded and turned back to face his sisters.
“So what part did you two play in this?” Mark pointed his finger at his sisters.
“We cornered Wardo and Donna poked him until he broke his silent-guy bullshit and we explained your side of the story.” Mark stared at them in silent horror, “And then we told him where your room was.”
“You told him where my room was.” Mark repeated.
“Dude, he was blatantly in love with you we just pushed him in the right direction.”
“The right direction being my room?”
“It worked didn’t it! We all saw how you looked when you came down for dinner!” Randi grinned with a menacing glint in her eye.
“Yeah,” Donna piped up, “You were all… ruffled!” Mark put his head down and banged it twice on the table in desperation to not be in this conversation right now.
“Right, I really don’t want to find out where this exchange leads. I’m off to go do important things like run a country.” Mark’s dad looked slightly scarred and moved quickly to the door where he bumped into Eduardo.
“Sorry, Mr President, Sir.” Wardo stepped back looking incredibly guilty.
“My fault, Eduardo. Try and bring the tone up, would you?” Mark’s dad clapped Eduardo on the shoulder and walked past him.
Eduardo walked over and brought Mark’s chin up with two fingers and kissed him quickly. Tomorrow they would get on the flight back to Boston together where Wardo’s office was stationed and Mark couldn’t wait to take advantage of Wardo’s large apartment he’d rented near Harvard campus.
“You disappeared after you got dressed this morning,” He said once he pulled back.
“Missed me, did you?” Mark asked with a small, private smile on his face. One Eduardo recognised as his Wardo-smile and Wardo kissed him quickly again.
Yeah, this was going to work.
End.
Author's note: Let the excuses begin. I'm British so I know very little about American government, bodyguard services, Harvard and school semester timetable and so I apologise for any inconsistencies/problems. Everything I have written I hope is vaguely within the realms of reason (Wikipedia led me there I promise!) and not too ridiculous that it ruins the fic for you. I hope there aren't any typos or spelling/grammar mistakes but I am human so if you spot something do, please, let me know. Also, I know I am over zealous with my commas. It is something I am trying to sort out but usually I just choose to pop one in if I'm unsure. This is for the 'thon and so I haven't had as much time as I would like to read it through or develop things further. I hope you enjoy it and comment if you want to - it would kind of make my day - not that I'm needy or anything :P
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