High Price, The Social Network, Mark/Eduardo, hookerfic, bathroom
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"What do you think I could get for half a billion dollars?”
Eduardo snorts. “A small country?"
Mark shakes his head. “That’s not what I meant. Sean is always telling me about all these girls who would roll around naked in my money. But they’d only be getting dinner. What does $600 million get me?”
Eduardo cannot believe they are having this conversation. He takes in Mark’s thin wrists, his horrible shoes against the bathroom's white tiles, and he cannot believe this is who he wants. Still. “What do you want?”
Marks actually seems to be giving this serious thought. Like there is a list, or God forbid, a spreadsheet. He tilts his head. He hesitates before speaking, another small shock, but it's buried under his next words. “Your hands.”
Eduardo smiles. His mouth is bitter with gin, with wanting. “I think for $600 billion we can do better than that.”
He unties Mark’s hoodie from around his waist. Mark lets out a sharp breath as Eduardo’s fingers brush across his abdomen. He folds the sweater carefully and kneels on it.
“Fuck.”
“Yes.” Eduardo agrees.
"What do you think I could get for half a billion dollars?”
Eduardo snorts. “A small country?"
Mark shakes his head. “That’s not what I meant. Sean is always telling me about all these girls who would roll around naked in my money. But they’d only be getting dinner. What does $600 million get me?”
Eduardo cannot believe they are having this conversation. He takes in Mark’s thin wrists, his horrible shoes against the bathroom's white tiles, and he cannot believe this is who he wants. Still. “What do you want?”
Marks actually seems to be giving this serious thought. Like there is a list, or God forbid, a spreadsheet. He tilts his head. He hesitates before speaking, another small shock, but it's buried under his next words. “Your hands.”
Eduardo smiles. His mouth is bitter with gin, with wanting. “I think for $600 billion we can do better than that.”
He unties Mark’s hoodie from around his waist. Mark lets out a sharp breath as Eduardo’s fingers brush across his abdomen. He folds the sweater carefully and kneels on it.
“Fuck.”
“Yes.” Eduardo agrees.