FILL - there's oceans in between us (but that's not very far) [1/2]reogulusApril 18 2011, 05:15:04 UTC
I'm sure I'll hate this when I wake up the next morning, but for now it's the best I can do. There may not be enough pr0n, but I hope you like this, OP.
The first time it happened, there were lights and noises and stoned people. And then it became quiet, discreet, but never without liquor. Eventually he kissed you on his toes and you stopped pretending to be drunk. He remained as responsive as he could ever be.
It was the closest thing to a chronicle of the no man’s land in your relationship that neither you or him had ever crossed. You never did give it a name. When you sat across from him at the deposition tables, it was the reason behind every unanswered question, the witness to every lie.
***The female associate sitting beside Mark’s lawyer raised an eyebrow when you said that you read about Mark and Erica’s break-up on his blog at 1AM. Sy leaned forward, his mouth slightly parted, as if he was about to ask something. But Mark tugged at his elbow, and the senior litigator sat back without a word. You paused for half a
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FILL - there's oceans in between us (but that's not very far) [2/2]reogulusApril 18 2011, 05:19:08 UTC
“A celebration, then?” You croaked, turned around to avoid his eyes and walked down the stairs. He followed you without a word. He followed, precisely three steps behind you, to your dorm. You turned the key in your lock with slightly shaking fingers. With him, it always felt like the first time.
When you pinned him against your door and kissed him, his eyes were screwed shut. By the time the kiss broke and you pulled the hoodie over his head, the light was back in his eyes, fervent and smug, with a sadness he couldn’t bother to hide.
“Don’t think about her.” You mouthed against his ear, stripping off your trousers. I’m here for you. You have me.“Wardo, I know.” He answered without patience and palmed you through your boxers. You moaned and guided him to your bed, watching him kick off his jeans, watching him straddle you, watching the curve of his neck as he moved to reach your night stand. Everything you thought of as you jerked off alone in this bed for the past three months would never, ever be as real
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Re: FILL - there's oceans in between us (but that's not very far) [2/2]reogulusApril 18 2011, 19:15:11 UTC
Thank you so much :') I'm glad you found the last part hot. I seriously sat in front of my computer for 15 minutes doing nothing because I did not know how to wrap this up, lol.
Re: FILL - there's oceans in between us (but that's not very far) [2/2]reogulusApril 18 2011, 19:16:26 UTC
I actually don't remember writing anything that counts as a "real" happy ending for Mark/Eduardo. Hmm. I was aiming for angsty porn, turns out only the angsty part worked to my satisfaction. Thank you for reading and commenting :D
Re: FILL - there's oceans in between us (but that's not very far) [2/2]casey_smsApril 18 2011, 11:58:26 UTC
Everything about this was beautiful. I love the way it's written, the subtle ways you refer back to yourself at the end. Omg. The fingers above the door. I just- I don't even know what to say. This was really lovely and excellent use of second person. Short but powerful.
Re: FILL - there's oceans in between us (but that's not very far) [2/2]reogulusApril 18 2011, 19:23:00 UTC
I swear I have some sort of compulsive disorder for writing second person, like I just do it whenever I can't remember the last time I've done it. But I'm so happy that you all enjoyed this, so yay :P I think I got the "fingers above the door" idea from a post in mark_eduardo a long time ago, and if I ever stumble upon the source I'd love to credit whoever came up with it.
Once again, thank you so much for reading and commenting ♥
Re: FILL - there's oceans in between us (but that's not very far) [2/2]reogulusApril 25 2011, 03:35:53 UTC
aw, thanks! i feel weird about thanking people for their heartache now, but thank you so much. i've always been a bit insecure about my porn writing skills, and it means a lot to me that you think it's hot :D
The first time it happened, there were lights and noises and stoned people. And then it became quiet, discreet, but never without liquor. Eventually he kissed you on his toes and you stopped pretending to be drunk. He remained as responsive as he could ever be.
It was the closest thing to a chronicle of the no man’s land in your relationship that neither you or him had ever crossed. You never did give it a name. When you sat across from him at the deposition tables, it was the reason behind every unanswered question, the witness to every lie.
***The female associate sitting beside Mark’s lawyer raised an eyebrow when you said that you read about Mark and Erica’s break-up on his blog at 1AM. Sy leaned forward, his mouth slightly parted, as if he was about to ask something. But Mark tugged at his elbow, and the senior litigator sat back without a word. You paused for half a ( ... )
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When you pinned him against your door and kissed him, his eyes were screwed shut. By the time the kiss broke and you pulled the hoodie over his head, the light was back in his eyes, fervent and smug, with a sadness he couldn’t bother to hide.
“Don’t think about her.” You mouthed against his ear, stripping off your trousers. I’m here for you. You have me.“Wardo, I know.” He answered without patience and palmed you through your boxers. You moaned and guided him to your bed, watching him kick off his jeans, watching him straddle you, watching the curve of his neck as he moved to reach your night stand. Everything you thought of as you jerked off alone in this bed for the past three months would never, ever be as real ( ... )
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And sad... :( (No happy ending? That's a rare one.)
I like how you described Eduardo's point of view. It's simple yet efficient.
Good fic!!! *thumbs up!*
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Thanks for writing and sharing <3
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Once again, thank you so much for reading and commenting ♥
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