DRABBLES PART 1: PORN! (4 ficlettes)
a/n: so, I wanted to start actually posting all my kinkmeme fills, but they're all short and weird. so yeah.. a series of themed drabbles!
fandom: the social network (all)
notes: most are very mature as you might have been able to tell from the title. also do you like how I don't have to make up titles for each one..? I DO.
PORN ONE
pairing: mark/eduardo
notes: for the kinkmeme prompt about conference call video sex.
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PALO ALTO
The video connection always takes a couple minutes to set up. Yes, they're the most technically savvy group on the fucking planet, but still- someone always trips over the cord, or they disagree on what chat method is best, and whenever that annoying summer intern pipes up "Oovoo!" there's a mandatory five-minute verbal beatdown.
Luckily, Mark's usually just in the office, so there's no need.
This time, though, he's in New York, attending some function for CEOs who also like helping people, or something like that.
"Oh my fucking God, finally," Dustin says, sitting back in his chair as Mark's face flickers and stays steady. He's sitting at a table, in a hoodie, hair askew, and he looks well-rested, a little bit happy. It's weird, because usually being away from the offices makes him even more of a psycho robot. Dustin frowns.
"You okay, Mark?" he asks, and Mark nods.
"Let's get started, okay? What's on the agenda, today, Peter?"
"Well, we're going to talk about the new video-sharing application, as well as the addition of several new games, based on the success of Farmville."
"Great. Video-sharing, who wants to sta-" and in the middle of the word his eyes go wide, and he sucks in a breath.
Jenny doesn't notice, she's too busy gathering her notes, but Dustin sure as hell does.
He makes a what the fuck face at the camera and Mark shoots him one brief involuntary panicked look, before coughing and saying, "Jenny, let's go."
"Okay, well, as you know, our current video application is-"
Dustin tunes her out, and focuses on Mark. He's taking slow, steady breaths, but he keeps licking his lips and swallowing. Then he nods, and closes his eyes for a split second, and holy fucking shit Mark is totally getting off right now.
Dustin nearly gasps, but he holds it in. Okay, who's insane enough to blow Mark during a meeting? Or, better question, who does Mark care enough about that he wouldn't bitchslap them right off his dick?
His eyes light up and he nearly avoids letting out a maniacal giggle. Oh, no. Hell no.
NEW YORK
Eduardo laughs silently around Mark's cock, under the table, and Mark's thigh jerks helplessly.
"Quiet," he whispers, and deepthroats him until Mark's legs are shuddering, and he's digging his fingernails into his own thigh until his knuckles go white.
"That's good, Jenny, I think it'll really-" Eduardo hums and Mark's voice rises, squeaks on the next word "- really, increase the flow of videos-"
His voice is trembling.
"Hey, Mark, you doing alright?" That's Dustin's voice, amused, way too knowing, and Eduardo closes his eyes and laughs. Cups Mark's balls in one hand, gently, and Mark scrabbles down for Eduardo's head, buries his fingers in his hair.
"Dustin, can we f-focus?" he says.
"I don't know, can we?" Dustin says, and Chris breaks in-
"Dustin. Shut the fuck up. Games, right, Mark? Townville or whatever?"
"Cityville-" someone else says, and Mark nods frantically. Eduardo licks the tip of his cock, like a tease, and then puts both hands on Mark's thighs and fucking goes at it, swallows him down, and Mark comes, biting his lip, face clenched.
"Mark?" someone wants his opinion, and his thighs are still shaking.
"Y-yes, sorry, that sounds good-"
"Mark, we could do this later, if it's a bad time." Dustin is all fake-concern and barely-concealed laughter.
"Dustin, if you have somewhere else to go, you can leave," Mark says harshly, and Eduardo grins as he zips Mark back up.
"Bad boy," he mouths at him from behind the camera, head popping up from under the table, and Mark shoots him one glance that says I fucking hate you but also thank you that was the best blow job I've had since the one you gave me last night.
Eduardo smiles to himself, scribbles something on a Post-It and pushes it in front of Mark, careful to not let his hand be seen in the camera screen.
Mark looks down.
I want to fuck you after this. Hurry up.
Mark coughs, and crumples it in his hand, half-hard again already.
"Cityville?" he says, with a touch of desperation, and Dustin laughs.
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PORN TWO
pairing: mark/eduardo
notes: the kinkmeme prompt about eduardo spanking mark
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Mark just flicks his eyes up from his laptop for a second, cold and flat.
"It was my business, Wardo."
"Your fucking business? Your fucking business? It's my money, Mark."
Mark gives him a look that says whenever you're done talking you can go, and Eduardo shakes his head.
"Put that goddamn thing away," he says, voice shaking, and slams the laptop shut. Mark yanks his fingers out just in time, and he's about to complain when Eduardo takes him by the shoulders and pushes him over his knee, over his knee like a fucking child, and hits him. Hard, stinging, on his upper thigh.
Mark's flailing out of Eduardo's grasp, but Eduardo must be working out when he's not studying or making sure Mark eats because he holds Mark down easily, and does it again, with the flat of his hand, on the lower edge of his ass through his sweatpants.
"What the fuck, Wardo, get off of me-" Mark pants, voice high and panicky.
"You never fucking listen, do you?"
"Wardo! Fucking- Christ, Wardo, that hurts!"
"Mark," Wardo says calmly, as calmly as he can while he's smacking Mark's ass, and Mark is shuddering. No one's ever hit him before.
"Mark, why don't you listen to me."
"Wardo-"
"I said shut the fuck up."
Mark shuts the fuck up.
"Whenever you feel like being an asshole, or doing something extremely stupid like not telling me about stuff like that letter, I want you to think about this."
He rubs a hand, deceptively gentle over Mark's ass, and then pulls back and hits him again.
"Fuck, fuck," Mark says, practically sobbing, but he's painfully hard, all of a sudden, and if Eduardo feels it against his thigh Mark will fucking die, and Mark tries to slither out of Eduardo's grasp, pushes himself up by his arms, but Eduardo just pushes him back down.
Mark exhales, because that's Eduardo thigh rubbing against his dick, hot and solid, and if Eduardo couldn't feel his hard-on before, he definitely can now.
"Mark?" Eduardo asks, voice bewildered and a little amused, and Mark goes hot. "Are you-"
"Shut the fuck up, Wardo," Mark says tightly. There's a pause, and Mark has to resist the urge to thrust his hips against Eduardo's thigh.
"I don't think you get to tell me what to do," Eduardo says finally, low and dangerous, and Mark groans a little, feeling turned-on and squirmy with lust, right in the pit of his stomach.
"Yeah, I don't think you get to tell me anything, Mark," Eduardo says, and pushes his sweatpants down with one hand, exposing his ass. It's throbbing, and Mark winces when Eduardo trails a finger down the unnaturally red skin.
"You like it?" he asks, the words practically swallowed in his throat, and Mark lets himself grind against Eduardo's leg, lets himself moan, a little.
"Fuck, you do," Eduardo says, and Mark actually hears the whiff of Eduardo's hand before he feels it, the stinging crack, and he jerks, every muscle taut.
"Mm, it's okay," Eduardo's saying, rubbing the place he just hit.
"Wardo-" he manages to gasp out, before Eduardo hits him once, twice, three more times, and he's coming, hips thrusting erratically against Eduardo's thigh, fingernails digging into the couch, breath coming in shaky pants.
Eduardo smooths a hand over his ass, gentles him through it, murmuring low.
Mark draws in a shuddery breath and stands up, pulls his sweatpants up over the wet spot, and Eduardo reaches out and takes his hand.
"Hey," he says, softly, and Mark notices Eduardo's really fucking hard. Like, put an eye out, could totally hammer nails, hard. Mark feels- well, he's never sure how he feels, but it's a little bit wanton and a lot scared. He wants to have Eduardo touch his ass, a lot more times. He knows he wants that, and when Eduardo pulls him down on top of him, he goes quietly.
Eduardo kisses him, when Mark's straddling him on his lap, and Mark gasps into his mouth when Eduardo cups both hands over the curve of his ass, pulls him closer.
"Do you want to-" he murmurs, rough pads of his fingertips rubbing the stinging skin, and Mark nods, already feeling his cock twitch again.
"Bed," he says, urgent, and Eduardo nods jerkily against Mark's chin.
His hands tighten on Mark's ass for a second.
Mark hisses through his teeth.
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PORN THREE
pairing: mark/eduardo
notes: for the kinkmeme prompt of hot (temperature-wise) sex
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"Goddamnit, Mark-" Eduardo gasps, "It's too fucking hot for this-"
Mark just slides a hand, wet, through the sweat on Eduardo's back, and pushes his fingers in again.
Eduardo exhales, hard, skin prickling despite the heat when Mark crooks a knuckle against his prostate.
"Jesus fuck-" he says, breathless, and Mark rubs his hand over Eduardo's back again. Eduardo's on his hands and knees, trembling, because Mark won't take his fucking fingers out of him and he keeps thrusting, ragged and hard against that spot and Eduardo can't even see, sweat blurring his vision, eyes stinging deliciously. He feels hot and open and wet, and he shakes his hair out of his face, letting out a keen when Mark takes his fingers out.
"You want me to-"
"Fucking - Mark, just fuck me. Now."
Mark exhales, shocked, a little groan. "Yeah- yeah, okay," he says, dazed, and slides in. Eduardo's slick with sweat and lube, from earlier, and he goes in easy, hits that spot again, right away, after only a couple slow thrusts.
"Oh God," Eduardo groans, desperate, and throws his hips back, fucking himself on Mark's cock. Mark bites his lip and draws blood; his hair is sticking to his forehead, clingy and damp.
"C'mon, Wardo," he says, low in his throat, setting a rhythm, and the sounds are terribly obscene, wet and intimate and loud. Eduardo's choking on his own breath, forcing little moans out of his mouth with each thrust, and Mark's gasping like he just sprinted up a flight of stairs.
"Yeah- yeah- yeah-" Eduardo pants, shameless, like a dog in heat, twisting himself on Mark's cock like he needs it. Mark goes even hotter, face burning, when he thinks of it. He probably looks the same.
"Mm, Mark, yeah, I'm gonna- " Mark nods determinedly and hits that spot once, twice, three more times, and Eduardo's coming, pounding his fist on the bed, clenching frantically around Mark. The entire slick tan expanse of his back ripples as he pants, and Mark squeezes his eyes shut and comes, feeling sweat drip down his face and off his chin and onto Eduardo's naked ass.
Eduardo groans through it, because Mark's coming inside him and he must feel it, he has to.
He finishes and pulls out, collapses on his back next to Eduardo, who's lying spent on his belly.
Eduardo huffs out a laugh, naked and unashamed and practically dripping with sweat and come, and Mark, on some random impulse, slides a wet finger into him again.
Eduardo's whole body jerks. "Mark," he whispers breathlessly, already picking his hips up a little, and Mark pushes against his prostate and takes his fingers out again. Eduardo sigh resignedly, a long gust of a breath, and runs a lazy hand through his hair.
"You fucker," he says halfheartedly, and Mark knows the feeling. They do everything halfheartedly, because it's so fucking hot and Harvard's old dorms don't have A/C, not during that humid sticky August week before classes start.
They do everything halfheartedly except fuck, because it's them, and they just can't.
Eduardo turns over onto his back and runs a hand down his stomach.
"Fuck," he sighs, and Mark nods a little, letting his eyes fall shut. Warm afternoon light filters in around the edges of the curtains, and Eduardo sighs again, eyes closed. The heady scent of sweat and come and cologne and still-somewhat-clean sheets rises above them; a breeze blows through the open window. Mark lets Eduardo rest three fingers on his inner wrist, and falls into a drowsy soft sleep.
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PORN FOUR
pairing: mark/eduardo
notes: for the prompt of eduardo giving mark a foot rub.
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"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Mark chants as he stumbles into the room, shaking his wet feet. Eduardo looks up from where he's lying on his back on the suite sofa, reading a book. Mark sneaks a look at the cover. It's Dostoevsky. Must be for his Russian Lit class.
"What's wrong?" Eduardo asks, holding the book closed around his finger.
"Stepped on a fucking. Rock. Goddamnit."
"A rock? Shit, Mark." He sits up and Mark kicks off his stupid flip-flops, collapsing on the couch next to him. It wasn't sharp or anything, just huge and hidden under a snowbank, and hit him right in the hollow of the arch of his foot. He hisses through his teeth, examining it. He might get a bruise tomorrow.
"Let me see," Eduardo says, brow wrinkled, and takes Mark's foot in his hand, casually. Mark shudders. Eduardo's hand is cold.
"Cold!" he gets out, and Eduardo rolls his eyes and blows on his hands, then cups Mark's foot again. "Not like your feet aren't cold," Eduardo mutters to himself.
"Where was it?" he says out loud, tracing a finger over the arch of his foot, and Mark swallows hard. His feet feel bruised and exhausted and numb from cold, but Wardo's finger is warm and dry, and it traces sparks up his leg. Fuck, Mark's tired.
"It was- there. It's not a big deal, Wardo, you don't have to-"
Eduardo shuts him up with a shake of his head. "I swear to God, someday you're going to step on a piece of glass and get fucking nerve damage," he says bossily, and Mark wants to say something about how he's like a mom, but Eduardo's taking his foot in both hands and rubbing hard and steady, against the calloused pads.
Mark exhales breathily, involuntarily, and Eduardo looks up with a bemused expression. Mark goes red.
"You - uh, you okay, Mark?" he asks, and Mark nods, swallowing.
"I'm fine," he says, but his voice comes out all weak and breathy, and Eduardo narrows his eyes at him even as he rubs Mark's foot again, in that same smooth hard motion. Mark can't help it; his eyes flutter shut for a second. When he opens them, Eduardo's licking his lips.
"Your- your feet are really wet," Eduardo says, and Mark wants to scoff because if that's supposed to be a come-on it's fucking lame and cheesy. He doesn't laugh, though, because Eduardo's stroking his foot a little harder, and it's like it has a direct link to his cock or something, because Mark's pushing his hips up a little, warmth trickling down his spine and squirming in his stomach. He can feel the fabric of his pants- loose gray sweatpants, of course, because he's been in the lab for sixteen hours, against his cock. He bites his lip.
"It's - it's snowing outside," Mark says inanely, and Eduardo grins briefly, still holding his foot in both hands.
"Some people wear socks and shoes, Mark," he says gently, and strokes his index finger, teasingly light, up and down the bottom of Mark's foot. Mark sucks in a breath.
"Not a very good- uh, technique of foot massage," he says, trying to slow down his breathing, and Eduardo grins again.
"Good method of turning you on, though," he says, casually.
"I'm glad you care so much about my wellbeing," Mark says, and reaches down to palm himself through his sweatpants.
"No," Eduardo says, letting Mark's leg rest on his knee for a second, and taking Mark's hand in his. Mark tries to get his hips up, get Eduardo's hand even remotely near his cock, but he's not having it.
"Don't you dare touch yourself."
Mark nods, chokes out a yes, and Eduardo goes back to rubbing his feet. This- this is probably kinky, or whatever, but Mark doesn't particularly give a fuck because it feels so damn good.
"Do you like it," Eduardo says quietly, and Mark definitely doesn't see him as his mom anymore. He nods, lets his head rest back against the couch, cock itching to be touched. He reaches a hand slowly down, and Eduardo says, clipped and authoritative, "I said don't touch it."
Mark nods again, drawing his hand back, and Eduardo shakes his head. "You never listen," he says, low in his throat, and strokes his hands up Mark's shins, underneath his sweatpants, draws his legs around him so Mark's ankles are on the coffee table, on either side of Eduardo's waist.
"Wardo," Mark says, "Wardo, Chris or Dustin-"
"They could come in any second," Eduardo says, and pulls Mark's sweatpants down to his ankles in a second. Mark feels exposed and cold and even harder for it.
"Jesus, Mark," Eduardo says, appreciative, and Mark realized he wasn't wearing underwear. His legs are bare and slightly hairy, thin and pale.
"No time," he mutters, and Eduardo spreads his legs apart a little further.
"What do you want to do," Eduardo murmurs, scooting up on the table, licking at the inside of Mark's knee.
"Want to come," Mark huffs, and Eduardo grins against his thigh, gets on his knees between the couch and the coffee table and nuzzles the head of his cock.
"Yeah, that- that's good."
Eduardo licks him tentatively, and takes him in his mouth, lets the head pop out from his cheek. He looks so fucking obscene like that, lips stretched, Mark can't - he can't- he fumbles for Eduardo's head and Eduardo catches his hand in mid-air, holds it against the couch.
"Yes," Mark says. "Yes. Uh. Fuck fuck fuck yes, Wardo, that's so good."
"Mmm," Eduardo says unintelligibly, closing his eyes and taking him in deeper, and Mark groans and suddenly hears noises from outside, footsteps, a high-pitched whiny voice which has to be Dustin complaining about something.
"Fuck!" he hisses, turned-on and scared, and Eduardo pulls off, yanks his sweatpants up.
"Bedroom," he says, standing up, outline of his cock plain through his pants.
They slam the door behind them just as Chris and Dustin come in.
"Mark?" Dustin calls, and Mark clamps his mouth shut, pressing both palms flat against the door because the lock broke again last month. Eduardo's behind him, silent, and Mark's about to turn around when Eduardo slides his hands, cool, down the back of Mark's thighs, pushing his pants down.
"Wardo-" Mark says, hips shifting against the door automatically, and Eduardo gets on his knees, flips him around so his back's to the wall.
"Better be quiet," he murmurs, and swallows Mark so fucking deep he can feel the back of Eduardo's throat. He stuffs a hand in his mouth, wet and jumbled and crowded, and nearly bites down when Eduardo pulls off and kisses his cock wet and praiseful, all over.
"Fucking fuck," Mark says, though it comes out "fnggg fngg" through his fist. Eduardo just breathes and takes him in again.
Mark rubs lightly at Eduardo's shoulder, fingers clenching in mid-air, a silent warning. I'm going to come in your mouth.
Eduardo swallows, and lays his head against Mark's thigh when he's finished. From outside he can hear the TV, volume low, hear Chris and Dustin bickering. The room's dark, last rays of winter sun slipping through the blinds.
Eduardo stands up and Mark sets his lip between his teeth and pushes him back onto the bed. It lets out a creak, and Eduardo laughs breathlessly.
"Idiot," he murmurs, and Mark unzips his pants.
"Let's see how quiet you can be, asshole," he says, and Eduardo's laugh goes into a breathy sigh. Mark smirks, and lowers his head.
fandom: the social network (all)
notes: most are very mature as you might have been able to tell from the title. also do you like how I don't have to make up titles for each one..? I DO.
PORN ONE
pairing: mark/eduardo
notes: for the kinkmeme prompt about conference call video sex.
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PALO ALTO
The video connection always takes a couple minutes to set up. Yes, they're the most technically savvy group on the fucking planet, but still- someone always trips over the cord, or they disagree on what chat method is best, and whenever that annoying summer intern pipes up "Oovoo!" there's a mandatory five-minute verbal beatdown.
Luckily, Mark's usually just in the office, so there's no need.
This time, though, he's in New York, attending some function for CEOs who also like helping people, or something like that.
"Oh my fucking God, finally," Dustin says, sitting back in his chair as Mark's face flickers and stays steady. He's sitting at a table, in a hoodie, hair askew, and he looks well-rested, a little bit happy. It's weird, because usually being away from the offices makes him even more of a psycho robot. Dustin frowns.
"You okay, Mark?" he asks, and Mark nods.
"Let's get started, okay? What's on the agenda, today, Peter?"
"Well, we're going to talk about the new video-sharing application, as well as the addition of several new games, based on the success of Farmville."
"Great. Video-sharing, who wants to sta-" and in the middle of the word his eyes go wide, and he sucks in a breath.
Jenny doesn't notice, she's too busy gathering her notes, but Dustin sure as hell does.
He makes a what the fuck face at the camera and Mark shoots him one brief involuntary panicked look, before coughing and saying, "Jenny, let's go."
"Okay, well, as you know, our current video application is-"
Dustin tunes her out, and focuses on Mark. He's taking slow, steady breaths, but he keeps licking his lips and swallowing. Then he nods, and closes his eyes for a split second, and holy fucking shit Mark is totally getting off right now.
Dustin nearly gasps, but he holds it in. Okay, who's insane enough to blow Mark during a meeting? Or, better question, who does Mark care enough about that he wouldn't bitchslap them right off his dick?
His eyes light up and he nearly avoids letting out a maniacal giggle. Oh, no. Hell no.
NEW YORK
Eduardo laughs silently around Mark's cock, under the table, and Mark's thigh jerks helplessly.
"Quiet," he whispers, and deepthroats him until Mark's legs are shuddering, and he's digging his fingernails into his own thigh until his knuckles go white.
"That's good, Jenny, I think it'll really-" Eduardo hums and Mark's voice rises, squeaks on the next word "- really, increase the flow of videos-"
His voice is trembling.
"Hey, Mark, you doing alright?" That's Dustin's voice, amused, way too knowing, and Eduardo closes his eyes and laughs. Cups Mark's balls in one hand, gently, and Mark scrabbles down for Eduardo's head, buries his fingers in his hair.
"Dustin, can we f-focus?" he says.
"I don't know, can we?" Dustin says, and Chris breaks in-
"Dustin. Shut the fuck up. Games, right, Mark? Townville or whatever?"
"Cityville-" someone else says, and Mark nods frantically. Eduardo licks the tip of his cock, like a tease, and then puts both hands on Mark's thighs and fucking goes at it, swallows him down, and Mark comes, biting his lip, face clenched.
"Mark?" someone wants his opinion, and his thighs are still shaking.
"Y-yes, sorry, that sounds good-"
"Mark, we could do this later, if it's a bad time." Dustin is all fake-concern and barely-concealed laughter.
"Dustin, if you have somewhere else to go, you can leave," Mark says harshly, and Eduardo grins as he zips Mark back up.
"Bad boy," he mouths at him from behind the camera, head popping up from under the table, and Mark shoots him one glance that says I fucking hate you but also thank you that was the best blow job I've had since the one you gave me last night.
Eduardo smiles to himself, scribbles something on a Post-It and pushes it in front of Mark, careful to not let his hand be seen in the camera screen.
Mark looks down.
I want to fuck you after this. Hurry up.
Mark coughs, and crumples it in his hand, half-hard again already.
"Cityville?" he says, with a touch of desperation, and Dustin laughs.
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PORN TWO
pairing: mark/eduardo
notes: the kinkmeme prompt about eduardo spanking mark
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Mark just flicks his eyes up from his laptop for a second, cold and flat.
"It was my business, Wardo."
"Your fucking business? Your fucking business? It's my money, Mark."
Mark gives him a look that says whenever you're done talking you can go, and Eduardo shakes his head.
"Put that goddamn thing away," he says, voice shaking, and slams the laptop shut. Mark yanks his fingers out just in time, and he's about to complain when Eduardo takes him by the shoulders and pushes him over his knee, over his knee like a fucking child, and hits him. Hard, stinging, on his upper thigh.
Mark's flailing out of Eduardo's grasp, but Eduardo must be working out when he's not studying or making sure Mark eats because he holds Mark down easily, and does it again, with the flat of his hand, on the lower edge of his ass through his sweatpants.
"What the fuck, Wardo, get off of me-" Mark pants, voice high and panicky.
"You never fucking listen, do you?"
"Wardo! Fucking- Christ, Wardo, that hurts!"
"Mark," Wardo says calmly, as calmly as he can while he's smacking Mark's ass, and Mark is shuddering. No one's ever hit him before.
"Mark, why don't you listen to me."
"Wardo-"
"I said shut the fuck up."
Mark shuts the fuck up.
"Whenever you feel like being an asshole, or doing something extremely stupid like not telling me about stuff like that letter, I want you to think about this."
He rubs a hand, deceptively gentle over Mark's ass, and then pulls back and hits him again.
"Fuck, fuck," Mark says, practically sobbing, but he's painfully hard, all of a sudden, and if Eduardo feels it against his thigh Mark will fucking die, and Mark tries to slither out of Eduardo's grasp, pushes himself up by his arms, but Eduardo just pushes him back down.
Mark exhales, because that's Eduardo thigh rubbing against his dick, hot and solid, and if Eduardo couldn't feel his hard-on before, he definitely can now.
"Mark?" Eduardo asks, voice bewildered and a little amused, and Mark goes hot. "Are you-"
"Shut the fuck up, Wardo," Mark says tightly. There's a pause, and Mark has to resist the urge to thrust his hips against Eduardo's thigh.
"I don't think you get to tell me what to do," Eduardo says finally, low and dangerous, and Mark groans a little, feeling turned-on and squirmy with lust, right in the pit of his stomach.
"Yeah, I don't think you get to tell me anything, Mark," Eduardo says, and pushes his sweatpants down with one hand, exposing his ass. It's throbbing, and Mark winces when Eduardo trails a finger down the unnaturally red skin.
"You like it?" he asks, the words practically swallowed in his throat, and Mark lets himself grind against Eduardo's leg, lets himself moan, a little.
"Fuck, you do," Eduardo says, and Mark actually hears the whiff of Eduardo's hand before he feels it, the stinging crack, and he jerks, every muscle taut.
"Mm, it's okay," Eduardo's saying, rubbing the place he just hit.
"Wardo-" he manages to gasp out, before Eduardo hits him once, twice, three more times, and he's coming, hips thrusting erratically against Eduardo's thigh, fingernails digging into the couch, breath coming in shaky pants.
Eduardo smooths a hand over his ass, gentles him through it, murmuring low.
Mark draws in a shuddery breath and stands up, pulls his sweatpants up over the wet spot, and Eduardo reaches out and takes his hand.
"Hey," he says, softly, and Mark notices Eduardo's really fucking hard. Like, put an eye out, could totally hammer nails, hard. Mark feels- well, he's never sure how he feels, but it's a little bit wanton and a lot scared. He wants to have Eduardo touch his ass, a lot more times. He knows he wants that, and when Eduardo pulls him down on top of him, he goes quietly.
Eduardo kisses him, when Mark's straddling him on his lap, and Mark gasps into his mouth when Eduardo cups both hands over the curve of his ass, pulls him closer.
"Do you want to-" he murmurs, rough pads of his fingertips rubbing the stinging skin, and Mark nods, already feeling his cock twitch again.
"Bed," he says, urgent, and Eduardo nods jerkily against Mark's chin.
His hands tighten on Mark's ass for a second.
Mark hisses through his teeth.
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PORN THREE
pairing: mark/eduardo
notes: for the kinkmeme prompt of hot (temperature-wise) sex
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"Goddamnit, Mark-" Eduardo gasps, "It's too fucking hot for this-"
Mark just slides a hand, wet, through the sweat on Eduardo's back, and pushes his fingers in again.
Eduardo exhales, hard, skin prickling despite the heat when Mark crooks a knuckle against his prostate.
"Jesus fuck-" he says, breathless, and Mark rubs his hand over Eduardo's back again. Eduardo's on his hands and knees, trembling, because Mark won't take his fucking fingers out of him and he keeps thrusting, ragged and hard against that spot and Eduardo can't even see, sweat blurring his vision, eyes stinging deliciously. He feels hot and open and wet, and he shakes his hair out of his face, letting out a keen when Mark takes his fingers out.
"You want me to-"
"Fucking - Mark, just fuck me. Now."
Mark exhales, shocked, a little groan. "Yeah- yeah, okay," he says, dazed, and slides in. Eduardo's slick with sweat and lube, from earlier, and he goes in easy, hits that spot again, right away, after only a couple slow thrusts.
"Oh God," Eduardo groans, desperate, and throws his hips back, fucking himself on Mark's cock. Mark bites his lip and draws blood; his hair is sticking to his forehead, clingy and damp.
"C'mon, Wardo," he says, low in his throat, setting a rhythm, and the sounds are terribly obscene, wet and intimate and loud. Eduardo's choking on his own breath, forcing little moans out of his mouth with each thrust, and Mark's gasping like he just sprinted up a flight of stairs.
"Yeah- yeah- yeah-" Eduardo pants, shameless, like a dog in heat, twisting himself on Mark's cock like he needs it. Mark goes even hotter, face burning, when he thinks of it. He probably looks the same.
"Mm, Mark, yeah, I'm gonna- " Mark nods determinedly and hits that spot once, twice, three more times, and Eduardo's coming, pounding his fist on the bed, clenching frantically around Mark. The entire slick tan expanse of his back ripples as he pants, and Mark squeezes his eyes shut and comes, feeling sweat drip down his face and off his chin and onto Eduardo's naked ass.
Eduardo groans through it, because Mark's coming inside him and he must feel it, he has to.
He finishes and pulls out, collapses on his back next to Eduardo, who's lying spent on his belly.
Eduardo huffs out a laugh, naked and unashamed and practically dripping with sweat and come, and Mark, on some random impulse, slides a wet finger into him again.
Eduardo's whole body jerks. "Mark," he whispers breathlessly, already picking his hips up a little, and Mark pushes against his prostate and takes his fingers out again. Eduardo sigh resignedly, a long gust of a breath, and runs a lazy hand through his hair.
"You fucker," he says halfheartedly, and Mark knows the feeling. They do everything halfheartedly, because it's so fucking hot and Harvard's old dorms don't have A/C, not during that humid sticky August week before classes start.
They do everything halfheartedly except fuck, because it's them, and they just can't.
Eduardo turns over onto his back and runs a hand down his stomach.
"Fuck," he sighs, and Mark nods a little, letting his eyes fall shut. Warm afternoon light filters in around the edges of the curtains, and Eduardo sighs again, eyes closed. The heady scent of sweat and come and cologne and still-somewhat-clean sheets rises above them; a breeze blows through the open window. Mark lets Eduardo rest three fingers on his inner wrist, and falls into a drowsy soft sleep.
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PORN FOUR
pairing: mark/eduardo
notes: for the prompt of eduardo giving mark a foot rub.
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"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Mark chants as he stumbles into the room, shaking his wet feet. Eduardo looks up from where he's lying on his back on the suite sofa, reading a book. Mark sneaks a look at the cover. It's Dostoevsky. Must be for his Russian Lit class.
"What's wrong?" Eduardo asks, holding the book closed around his finger.
"Stepped on a fucking. Rock. Goddamnit."
"A rock? Shit, Mark." He sits up and Mark kicks off his stupid flip-flops, collapsing on the couch next to him. It wasn't sharp or anything, just huge and hidden under a snowbank, and hit him right in the hollow of the arch of his foot. He hisses through his teeth, examining it. He might get a bruise tomorrow.
"Let me see," Eduardo says, brow wrinkled, and takes Mark's foot in his hand, casually. Mark shudders. Eduardo's hand is cold.
"Cold!" he gets out, and Eduardo rolls his eyes and blows on his hands, then cups Mark's foot again. "Not like your feet aren't cold," Eduardo mutters to himself.
"Where was it?" he says out loud, tracing a finger over the arch of his foot, and Mark swallows hard. His feet feel bruised and exhausted and numb from cold, but Wardo's finger is warm and dry, and it traces sparks up his leg. Fuck, Mark's tired.
"It was- there. It's not a big deal, Wardo, you don't have to-"
Eduardo shuts him up with a shake of his head. "I swear to God, someday you're going to step on a piece of glass and get fucking nerve damage," he says bossily, and Mark wants to say something about how he's like a mom, but Eduardo's taking his foot in both hands and rubbing hard and steady, against the calloused pads.
Mark exhales breathily, involuntarily, and Eduardo looks up with a bemused expression. Mark goes red.
"You - uh, you okay, Mark?" he asks, and Mark nods, swallowing.
"I'm fine," he says, but his voice comes out all weak and breathy, and Eduardo narrows his eyes at him even as he rubs Mark's foot again, in that same smooth hard motion. Mark can't help it; his eyes flutter shut for a second. When he opens them, Eduardo's licking his lips.
"Your- your feet are really wet," Eduardo says, and Mark wants to scoff because if that's supposed to be a come-on it's fucking lame and cheesy. He doesn't laugh, though, because Eduardo's stroking his foot a little harder, and it's like it has a direct link to his cock or something, because Mark's pushing his hips up a little, warmth trickling down his spine and squirming in his stomach. He can feel the fabric of his pants- loose gray sweatpants, of course, because he's been in the lab for sixteen hours, against his cock. He bites his lip.
"It's - it's snowing outside," Mark says inanely, and Eduardo grins briefly, still holding his foot in both hands.
"Some people wear socks and shoes, Mark," he says gently, and strokes his index finger, teasingly light, up and down the bottom of Mark's foot. Mark sucks in a breath.
"Not a very good- uh, technique of foot massage," he says, trying to slow down his breathing, and Eduardo grins again.
"Good method of turning you on, though," he says, casually.
"I'm glad you care so much about my wellbeing," Mark says, and reaches down to palm himself through his sweatpants.
"No," Eduardo says, letting Mark's leg rest on his knee for a second, and taking Mark's hand in his. Mark tries to get his hips up, get Eduardo's hand even remotely near his cock, but he's not having it.
"Don't you dare touch yourself."
Mark nods, chokes out a yes, and Eduardo goes back to rubbing his feet. This- this is probably kinky, or whatever, but Mark doesn't particularly give a fuck because it feels so damn good.
"Do you like it," Eduardo says quietly, and Mark definitely doesn't see him as his mom anymore. He nods, lets his head rest back against the couch, cock itching to be touched. He reaches a hand slowly down, and Eduardo says, clipped and authoritative, "I said don't touch it."
Mark nods again, drawing his hand back, and Eduardo shakes his head. "You never listen," he says, low in his throat, and strokes his hands up Mark's shins, underneath his sweatpants, draws his legs around him so Mark's ankles are on the coffee table, on either side of Eduardo's waist.
"Wardo," Mark says, "Wardo, Chris or Dustin-"
"They could come in any second," Eduardo says, and pulls Mark's sweatpants down to his ankles in a second. Mark feels exposed and cold and even harder for it.
"Jesus, Mark," Eduardo says, appreciative, and Mark realized he wasn't wearing underwear. His legs are bare and slightly hairy, thin and pale.
"No time," he mutters, and Eduardo spreads his legs apart a little further.
"What do you want to do," Eduardo murmurs, scooting up on the table, licking at the inside of Mark's knee.
"Want to come," Mark huffs, and Eduardo grins against his thigh, gets on his knees between the couch and the coffee table and nuzzles the head of his cock.
"Yeah, that- that's good."
Eduardo licks him tentatively, and takes him in his mouth, lets the head pop out from his cheek. He looks so fucking obscene like that, lips stretched, Mark can't - he can't- he fumbles for Eduardo's head and Eduardo catches his hand in mid-air, holds it against the couch.
"Yes," Mark says. "Yes. Uh. Fuck fuck fuck yes, Wardo, that's so good."
"Mmm," Eduardo says unintelligibly, closing his eyes and taking him in deeper, and Mark groans and suddenly hears noises from outside, footsteps, a high-pitched whiny voice which has to be Dustin complaining about something.
"Fuck!" he hisses, turned-on and scared, and Eduardo pulls off, yanks his sweatpants up.
"Bedroom," he says, standing up, outline of his cock plain through his pants.
They slam the door behind them just as Chris and Dustin come in.
"Mark?" Dustin calls, and Mark clamps his mouth shut, pressing both palms flat against the door because the lock broke again last month. Eduardo's behind him, silent, and Mark's about to turn around when Eduardo slides his hands, cool, down the back of Mark's thighs, pushing his pants down.
"Wardo-" Mark says, hips shifting against the door automatically, and Eduardo gets on his knees, flips him around so his back's to the wall.
"Better be quiet," he murmurs, and swallows Mark so fucking deep he can feel the back of Eduardo's throat. He stuffs a hand in his mouth, wet and jumbled and crowded, and nearly bites down when Eduardo pulls off and kisses his cock wet and praiseful, all over.
"Fucking fuck," Mark says, though it comes out "fnggg fngg" through his fist. Eduardo just breathes and takes him in again.
Mark rubs lightly at Eduardo's shoulder, fingers clenching in mid-air, a silent warning. I'm going to come in your mouth.
Eduardo swallows, and lays his head against Mark's thigh when he's finished. From outside he can hear the TV, volume low, hear Chris and Dustin bickering. The room's dark, last rays of winter sun slipping through the blinds.
Eduardo stands up and Mark sets his lip between his teeth and pushes him back onto the bed. It lets out a creak, and Eduardo laughs breathlessly.
"Idiot," he murmurs, and Mark unzips his pants.
"Let's see how quiet you can be, asshole," he says, and Eduardo's laugh goes into a breathy sigh. Mark smirks, and lowers his head.