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[PART NINE] & Some News
Okay, I'm a little new at this so sorry if I mess this up first go. Because it's been 5 months since the last round even though we haven't been busy. I figured I might as well earn my keep and try to get this place alive again...

THE SOCIAL NETWORK KINK MEME


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Hi, right now everyone is working on some changes so hold on new things are coming. In an effort to kick this place back into action, we're doing round 9. In a few days, we'll be setting up a fills post that hopefully will work directly for archiving and an overflow post. Also we'll be doing a friending meme at tsn_km_gather so be looking out for that. I know some of the other mods have plans of their own which will be coming soon.

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Eduardo/Peter Thiel, million member party AU

(Anonymous)
So!!!! I don't know what this is but look at this quote: "Peter wants to throw us an amazing party when we hit a million members, it’s gonna be out of control. You’ve gotta come back for it.”

I really want an AU where Eduardo does go to the party.. And it's like in a hotel, or a club, or Thiel's mansion, or I don't know.. And Thiel's like, "oh, that's Eduardo Saverin. He's a pretty kid, isn't he?"

And then sex!

This could just be a porny snippet, I just love the age difference, and the unexplored relationship, and the idea of Thiel kind of.. amusedly, indulgently watching all the Facebook kids celebrate, and then taking Eduardo upstairs and fucking him. Bonus points for multiple orgasms and Eduardo getting eaten out and being embarrassed about being unprofessional, but it doesn't matter to Peter because he knows, 10 AM the next day, Eduardo's going to be signing his shares away anyway..

Daddy issues and manipulative but appreciative Peter and lots of sex!!! I dream of it!

Re: Eduardo/Peter Thiel, million member party AU fill part 1/?

(Anonymous)
this got way longer than i imagined! AND I DID SEAN POV UGH DON'T HATE ME

idk why the mod deleted comments on this prompt but whaatever..?

warnings: consensual rough sex. voyeurism. in this version sean isn't as much of an asshole during the laptop-smashing scene AND it takes place after the million member party.

------


The party is on a Thursday. They hit a million at ten AM, and Sean breaks out champagne. Fuck it, they deserve to celebrate.

Peter Thiel generously opens his massive tricked-out basement to them, all of them, the Facebook crew and Ashley's Kappa sisters and whoever the fuck else wants to come.

His house is massive. There's a mahogany bar, massive couches, a pool- in the fucking basement- and a sauna, which Sean decides to avoid. He left his inhaler at the house.

Within an hour it is packed, music booming.

Saverin is in town, which raises Sean's hackles. He is at the office when they hit a million, and he whispers into Mark's ear as Sean pops the champagne bottle, probably something bitchy and judgmental and typically short-sighted.

Not that it matters.

Twenty-four hours, and it'll be over. Loose ends all tied up.

He manages to keep the kid out of his mind for most of the night, too, loses himself in alcohol (not too much- he wants to be clear-headed for tomorrow, in case there are complications) and the always-flattering attentions of girls who want to act fucking stupid for a night.

Even though, of course, they are all probably a lot goddamn smarter than Sean.

Sean's enough of a man to accept that.

No, he avoids thinking about Eduardo, until midnight, when they are all a little buzzed.

That's when he notices who Eduardo is talking to, who Eduardo has been talking to for nearly the whole night, standing near the edge of the room.

Peter Thiel.

Not that unusual, except yes it fucking is. Especially now. Especially before fucking tomorrow.

Sean peers at them over the rim of his sickly-sweet Grape-Fanta-and-vodka some wasted amateur bartender had forced on him a couple minutes ago.

Thiel is laughing, eyes crinkling, as Eduardo says something. After a moment, Thiel leans in and murmurs something in Eduardo's ear, and Eduardo smiles faintly.

Sean narrows his eyes.

Isn't that interesting.

He watches Thiel say something else, quiet and close, and Eduardo laughs, teeth glinting.

Sean's skin prickles, and he turns away, fighting the curiosity to watch.

Ashley beckons him into the pool, chest jiggling invitingly in her bikini, and he strides over there in his flip-flops.

Twenty minutes later, he has somehow avoided full-body submersion, though his shirt is soaked through in places. Drunk people love to start one-sided splash fights. Sean's been there.

He bellies up to the bar, accepts a screwdriver from a kid wearing a Berkeley T-shirt and giant sunglasses, scans the room.

Thiel is gone. He probably scooped up one of the girls, is upstairs with her doing God-knows-what.

He can't see Mark or Eduardo, either. Sean hasn't been able to get a read on how Mark feels about tomorrow. Kid's an enigma, sometimes.

Sean heaves a sigh, drink sweating onto his palm, and suddenly the thick chlorine-scented air is cloying.

He slips through the crowd, shaking hands, patting shoulders, and exhales hard when he manages to get upstairs.

Thiel's kitchen is ridiculous. Glossy marble, black countertops, shiny intimidating appliances.

Sean drains his screwdriver, walking idly to the back porch.

Through the glass sliding door he can see the warm lights of a hot tub, and then-

Oh, shit. Thiel is out there, shirtless, sitting on the edge of the deck around the sunken tub.

A moment of introspection, Sean thinks, vaguely amused, and then he sees someone else, halfway in the water.

Face between Thiel's legs.

Re: Eduardo/Peter Thiel, million member party AU fill part 2/?

(Anonymous)
Sean laughs incredulously. For an old dude, Thiel gets a lot of ass.

Thiel grins, teeth flashing in the light, and the girl giving him head looks up.

Except- she has short hair, matted down to her face with water, and Thiel pulls her up into a kiss, and-

Holy fucking shit.

That is not a girl.

That's Eduardo.

Eduardo who is letting Thiel kiss him hot and wet, cradling the back of his head, half-straddling his thighs.

Sean exhales quietly, watches, fascinated, as Thiel whispers something to Eduardo, then pushes his head down between his legs again.

Keeps his hand there, holding Eduardo down, and lolls his head back slowly, chest heaving in a sigh, like whatever Eduardo is doing down there is really fucking nice.

Goddamn.

Sean licks his lips unconsciously, stares, as Thiel's mouth opens in a groan, his hand pressing down further.

Fuck, Eduardo must be choking on it.

God, Sean is hard.

Someone shouts inside, and Sean drags his eyes away, pressing a palm to his cock.

When he looks back they are kissing again, Eduardo standing up in the shallow water.

Eduardo is wearing only briefs, wet from the tub, and as Sean watches, Thiel cups a handful of his ass, grins into his mouth.

Murmurs something quietly, and Eduardo nods shakily after a moment, leans in to be kissed again.

They stand, water dripping off Eduardo's thighs, and Sean turns away, gulping the rest of his drink.

Thiel's just gonna, what- take Eduardo upstairs? Like that's okay?

Sean steps into the empty kitchen, feeling the bass shake the floor beneath him, and turns just as Thiel escorts Eduardo inside, laughing softly as Eduardo shivers, bare feet on cold tile.

Sean watches them, keeping stock-still, and Thiel sees him, over Eduardo's shoulder.

His face creases in a dirty smile, and he raises his eyebrows at Sean, reaches one hand down to Eduardo's ass and pats it gently, possessively.

Sean shakes his head incredulously, and Peter turns Eduardo's head with a hand so he won't see Sean standing there.

When they disappear upstairs Sean lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

He hears a footstep on the tile and wheels around to see Dustin, yawning, scratching his stomach under his hopefully-ironic T-shirt.

"Yo," Sean says, washing out his cup and filling it with water from the filter at the sink. "How's Mark?"

"Smashed," Dustin says, rolling his eyes.

"You're not?"

Dustin shrugs. "Not drinking," he says. "Too much to do."

Sean laughs. "Loosen up, Moskovitz."

Dustin just leans against the fridge, yanking out his cellphone and thumbing through it.

"You seen Wardo?" he asks absently, and Sean bites his tongue to keep down a grin.

"Nah," he says, and laughs. "Maybe he got laid. He sure as fuck needs it."

Dustin gives a little smile, slipping his phone back in his pocket.

"Tomorrow, right?" he says, very quietly.

Sean nods, watching him.

Dustin exhales, squares his shoulders.

"I should go and find him," he says, looking up at Sean, face tight with guilt.

"Saw him downstairs a while ago," Sean lies. "But Dustin-"

Dustin looks up.

"Don't try to make anything better," Sean says, meaningfully. "You know the rules."

Dustin nods, cheeks flushing.

"You haven't signed anything yet either," Sean adds, fixing him with a steady look. Dustin is a good kid, but he is soft.

"I know," Dustin mumbles. "I won't say anything."

"Good," Sean says. "And make sure Mark's okay."

Dustin nods, and turns away.

Re: Eduardo/Peter Thiel, million member party AU fill part 3/?

(Anonymous)
Sean watches him leave, then sets down his cup, pads quietly to the foot of the stairs.

It's silent.

Fuck.

Truth is, he wants to see.

So he walks upstairs, wincing as his foot creaks on a floorboard.

Jesus, Thiel's house is huge.

Three doors down, on the left, he hears a quiet noise, and he shrinks against the wall, drawing in a breath.

"Oh, fuck," he hears, shaky and high, and yeah, that's Eduardo's voice.

"How does that feel?" Peter says, voice warm and low and amused.

"Oh fuck-"

"Tell me how it feels, Mr. Saverin."

A wave of heat tingles up Sean's spine, and he swallows hard.

"Good," Eduardo says, voice low and unsteady. "Good. Good- oh oh Jesus Christ-"

Peter laughs. "You're so sensitive," he says quietly, Sean straining to hear. "It's fantastic."

Eduardo doesn't respond. Sean can hear his breathing, rough and labored.

"What would you like me to do with you?" Thiel says, and shit, the guy is smooth. Sean considers himself a player, though the term is irritatingly cliche, but he's never talked to a girl like that.

"Mm? Mr. Saverin?"

"Please," Eduardo whispers, and he sounds so fucking out of it it makes Sean's stomach clench dizzily, heat flooding his dick, making it throb painfully.

"Please what, Mr. Saverin."

"Do something," Eduardo gasps out. "Oh. Fuck. Fuck."

Thiel laughs again. "You're a little brat, aren't you?"

Eduardo doesn't answer.

"I'd like to taste you, Mr. Saverin," Thiel says, almost absently. "Your ass. Is that something you'd like?"

Sean closes his eyes, pressing his head into the wall to keep from whining out loud.

"I- I-" Eduardo is gasping quietly. Sean wonders if Thiel is stroking his cock, or- or fingering him, slow and hard-

Christ, he needs to calm down.

He heaves out a huge silent breath, trying to compose himself, but it doesn't work because Thiel says, "Have you ever done that before, Mr. Saverin? Had your ass eaten?"

And the words sound so goddamn dirty filtering out from behind the door that Sean's cock pulses precome, leaking into his boxers. Fuck.

He shoves a hand down into his jeans, pressing hard against his erection, pulse throbbing under his palm.

"N-no," Eduardo stammers, and Thiel says, "You'll enjoy it. You're enjoying my fingers, aren't you?"

So he is fingering him, and Eduardo gasps out, "Y-yes- yes-"

Sean is sweating. Why the fuck is he sweating? He wipes at his face with a hand, cheeks flushed.

"Mm," Thiel laughs. "Why don't you turn around for me? Spread your legs, alright?"

Oh, fuck, Thiel's really going to do it.

"Good," Thiel says. "Relax, Eduardo. Baby, you're shaking." He tuts quietly.

There is a silence, and then a long low groan, tapering off into a breathy whimper.

"Hold onto the dresser," Thiel says, low in his throat. "Yes, just like that. Mm. Hold on if you're going to wriggle around like that."

"Oh, god," Eduardo mumbles, lust-thick and quiet.

"Shh," Thiel whispers. "Mm, your ass is lovely."

Sean swallows hard. He bets it fucking is.

There is a pause. Sean's pulse speeds, suddenly paranoid they'll open the door, find him there with a fucking hand down his pants-

But then there is another whimper, a choked-out whisper of oh fuck please-

And Thiel murmurs, "You're delicious, Eduardo. Such a sweet ass."

Sean might actually pass out. Which would definitely be fucking stupid.

It's just really fucking hot, because Eduardo Saverin- Eduardo Saverin is a lot of things, and most of those things kind of make Sean want to hurt him.

But Eduardo Saverin, on a physical level, a base, crass, dirty level- is a fucking treat.

Those legs, those eyes, that ass, Christ.

And there is something deliciously forbidden about him.

Sean would never go there, though. He has some impulse control issues, and a tendency to gravitate towards the improper, but he is not that stupid.


Re: Eduardo/Peter Thiel, million member party AU fill part 4/8

(Anonymous)
From inside, he can very faintly hear the wet sounds of Thiel's mouth working.

And the rough gasps wrenched out of Eduardo's throat, and fuck, he bets Eduardo is sweating, a flush high on his cheeks, eyes gone liquid-dark and wide at the feeling of a tongue inside him.

Or maybe his eyes are squeezed shut so he can focus on how it feels, let it vibrate up his spine.

Sean presses against his erection, sighs silently.

"Oh fuck!" he hears suddenly, piercing-sharp and loud, from inside, and he gasps out a shocked breath.

"Fucking- oh oh oh God, please, please, I can't- more. Fuck, please-"

"So polite," Thiel laughs, and then Eduardo groans.

There is the sound of fist beating against wood, and Sean throws his head back against the wall, wincing as it thumps audibly.

But Thiel and Eduardo are occupied, and don't seem to notice.

Eduardo will not stop moaning.

"Shh," Thiel says at one point, a couple minutes later. "Quiet, baby. Quiet-"

Even as he is speaking Eduardo is gasping out soft little grunts, like he can't even help it.

Maybe when Thiel pulls away to speak, he keeps a finger in Eduardo, just hooked in him, keeping him nice and open.

And Eduardo's so fucking sensitive, just that one finger can keep him squirming on the edge.

God, Sean is going to hell.

Even more than before.

"Mr. Saverin," Thiel says sternly, and the grunts stop. Every sound stops. Sean strains to hear through the silence.

"Mr. Saverin, you're not listening to me," Thiel murmurs, and his voice has gone fantastically cold.

"I'm sorry, please," Eduardo says, voice shaking. "Please, more-"

Thiel laughs. "Not if you keep screaming, Mr. Saverin. God, I'll have to put you over my knee, teach you a lesson. Would you like that?"

Eduardo lets out a short choked whimper. Sean squeezes his eyes shut hard, gritting his teeth as heat prickles over his whole body, washing him in sweat.

"You would, wouldn't you?"

"Fuck," Eduardo gets out, breathless and almost inaudible.

"Don't swear, Mr. Saverin. It's impolite. You're a rude boy."

"Oh, God-"

"Eduardo. I think you need punishment."

"Yes," Eduardo hisses, and Sean's eyes pop open in shock.

He did not just say that.

Jesus, he wishes he could see through that door right now.

"You do?"

"Fuck," Eduardo says, quiet and defiant and lustful. "Shit. Fuck."

Thiel laughs, surprised and amused. "You're going to need to learn some manners," he says, very low and soft. "If you want to get anywhere in business."

Eduardo is silent.

"I thought you were a little bit of a brat, when I met you," Thiel says thoughtfully, quietly. "You think very highly of yourself. You're a child."

Sean stares at the door, exhaling unsteadily.

Suddenly he feels guilty, for the first time in this whole thing.

The weird thing is, Eduardo doesn't think highly of himself.

He has the worst self-esteem Sean's ever seen. It's one of the things that drives Sean insane about him.

"Children need to be disciplined," Thiel murmurs silkily. "Don't they?"

Eduardo huffs out a little moan, and Thiel says, "Come here, baby. Careful. Jesus, you're just begging for it, aren't you? Poor boy. Come here. I'll give you what you deserve."

Quiet and low, smug almost, and Sean is simultaneously scared and so, so turned-on.

Jesus, Eduardo is going to get it.

Sean has never done this sort of shit.

Re: Eduardo/Peter Thiel, million member party AU fill part 5/8

(Anonymous)
Thiel makes a warm appreciative sound in his throat.

"Look at you, all spread out on my lap," he says, laughing. "Your ass is so lovely, Mr. Saverin. I know men who would enjoy that ass so much."

Sean flushes hard, though there's no way Thiel can know he's in the hall. Right?

"Please," Eduardo mumbles, and Thiel says, "Quiet."

A pause, Sean waiting with bated breath, and then-

The sound of a hard smack on flesh. Sean shudders like it's him getting hit.

"Oh-h," Eduardo moans, high and thready, and there is another smack.

"This is just what you want, isn't it? You awful child." His voice rich with laughter.

"Oh God please!" Eduardo cries, voice pained and wanting, and Sean can't fucking do this, he has to come, or he's going to fucking explode.

He pulls out his cock and jerks himself off, in long thorough strokes the way he likes it, and it's all good until Eduardo sobs and says, "More, more, God, please-"

And Thiel murmurs, "Do you want me to spank your ass raw, Mr. Saverin?"

Then it is a race, and he's not thinking about being thorough or teasing the head on each stroke he is just doubled over and panting, hand moving quickly between his legs, eyes closed. Fuck it is so hot. Eduardo, pliant and draped out over Thiel's knee, wriggling and whimpering and getting his ass smacked and fucking liking it-

When he comes he bites back a groan, hand slowing. There's come all over his shirt, which, fuck.

Eduardo is still getting spanked.

Sean's legs are weak.

Eduardo is not sobbing anymore. There are wet loud sounds, gasps of air, and after a particularly loud smack, Thiel says, low, "Good, suck that cock. Suck that cock. God, that's so good."

Sean's dick twitches, spent, and he should leave, to be safe he should leave, but he can't.

He slumps against the wall and listens.

Thiel is still talking dirty, in low dark whispers, and Sean simultaneously strains to hear and feels guilty about it.

"Such a disobedient little child, coming into that meeting like you owned the world-" Thiel laughs, lets out a gasp. "You have so much to learn, Mr. Saverin. You're so young. Keep sucking, Jesus-"

A smack.

"Do you think I should let you come, pretty baby?" Thiel asks. "You're getting my leg all wet, aren't you, trying to fuck my thigh like an animal?"

A choked out moan, muffled and wet.

"I think you're going to c-come just from this," Thiel says, a tremor entering his voice, like he might come himself, pretty soon. "Just from getting spanked. And sucking my cock. You are fucking filthy, Mr. Saverin."

Sean's mouth is so dry.

Thiel hits Eduardo once, twice more, and then groans out his orgasm, low and rough, breathes, "Fucking swallow it. God, that's good, look at you, Christ-"

"Please," Eduardo pipes up, voice fucking wrecked. "Please-"

Thiel laughs, not speaking. Sean closes his eyes and listens.

"Oh, oh, oh- fuck- yes, oh-"

When Eduardo comes he sounds like an animal, wild and hot. He snarls, and it goes straight to Sean's cock, makes him shudder.

"Mm," Thiel murmurs. "There you are, Mr. Saverin. Christ, you're beautiful. Shh. You're alright, you're fine."

Eduardo is gasping still, breath loud and quick.

"C'mere," Thiel murmurs. "Oh, darling. That felt good, didn't it?"

Eduardo doesn't respond. Sean can hear them kiss, wet and slow, and he looks downstairs, heart jumping nervously as he hears voices filtering up the stairs.

Eduardo sighs, and Sean zips up his shorts, wincing at the come drying cold and sticky in his boxers, and walks quietly down the steps.


Re: Eduardo/Peter Thiel, million member party AU fill part 6/8

(Anonymous)
They are all in the hot-tub, a gaggle of mostly-underaged girls and boys, and Sean feels extraordinarily old for a moment.

Mark sees him, stands up and yells, "Yo, Sean!" and then slips drunkenly back into the water with a splash.

Sean snorts, and slides open the screen door.

"Where the fuck have you been?" Mark asks, voice thick with alcohol. Sean just smiles, laughs as he climbs up and slips his feet into the hot-tub, a drunk Stanford Delta Gamma girl grabbing his ankles to steady him.

"You're not drunk enough!" another girl squeals, and Mark slurs, "Yeah, go get drunk, Sean-"

Sean waves them off, turns back to the house.


Eduardo is inside, alone. Sean's stomach clenches.

Eduardo is staring distantly at the kitchen counter, one arm crossed over his chest.

As Sean watches, he wipes his mouth with his wrist, shakes himself, mouth swollen and hair messy. He looks disheveled, exhausted, his body worn out. Sean bets his legs are shaky, from being on Thiel's lap for so long.

He bets Eduardo has handprints on his nice tight ass, going white against his caramel tan skin.

He bets Eduardo can taste Thiel's come in his mouth, right now.

Jesus Christ.

Eduardo turns to Sean like he can feel his gaze, locks eyes with him through the glass, and Sean looks away quickly, heart speeding up. No one else is looking inside, no one sees Eduardo standing there by himself.

When he looks back again Eduardo is gone.

Re: Eduardo/Peter Thiel, million member party AU fill part 7/8

(Anonymous)
Dustin drives them all home, in Mark's shitty old car.

Mark sits in the front seat, because he keeps drunkenly claiming that he gets carsick. He sits with his face slumped against the half-open window, wrapped in a pink beach towel, Dustin shooting him anxious looks every now and then.

Sean and Eduardo and Eric sit in the back, Sean sitting bitch, because computer nerds are irritatingly good at calling shotty or window seat or what fucking ever.

Sean watches Eduardo out of the corner of his eyes for a moment, to see all that decadent wreckage up close.

Eduardo is staring wearily out the window. His eyelids are drooping. Every couple seconds he shakes himself, flutters those big eyes open again, yawns, putting a polite hand over his mouth.

He is very polite.

It's kind of a mindfuck to remember that an hour earlier he was splayed out on the lap of a man old enough to be his father, sucking cock and getting spanked.

Christ, Sean needs to change his fucking shorts. His cock itches.

Eduardo catches him staring, flushes, mouth pursing suspiciously.

"What?" he says defensively.

Sean exhales, leaning back in his uncomfortable seat, yanking out his Blackberry. "Nothing."

Dustin takes a curve too fast and their thighs press together, warm and tight.

Eduardo pulls away with a disdainful huff of breath, and Sean just-

Sean just feels really dirty.

"Good night?" he forces himself to say, flicking his eyes up to Eduardo again.

Eduardo does not see him looking, and his face goes unsure, contemplative. He bites his bottom lip gently, teeth leaving a white mark.

Sean looks away.

"Fine," Eduardo says, after a moment. "You?"

"Fine," Sean says. Eric is trying to sleep on his shoulder, snoring drunkenly.

In the rearview mirror, Dustin shoots Sean a look, guilty and dark and worried.

Sean just smiles tightly back and scrolls through his emails.

Next to him, Eduardo heaves a quiet sigh.

----

The next day, everything goes down as planned.

Mark looks tired after. He looks disillusioned, angry. Exhausted.

He looks exactly like Sean feels. But worse, because it is Mark's first time. Mark always thought he could build something without breaking something else.

But that's not how it works.

You make an omelet, you break a few eggs.

That night, Sean gets very drunk.

It is a Saturday, so there is the usual barrage of texts, from various acquaintances. People expect him to know what is happening, always, everywhere. He is the pulse of Silicon Valley, the red-headed stepbrother of the actual CEOs, reliable for a good time and unreliable for everything else.

He ignores them all, passes out in front of a muted marathon of Cosby Show reruns.

Re: Eduardo/Peter Thiel, million member party AU fill part 8/8

(Anonymous)
The next morning he has a meeting with Thiel. Sean has contracts to sign, himself. Things to do. Shit to talk about.

It is only a half hour or so.

Sean is hungover and snappish. Thiel is calm and businesslike, but Sean can't look at him without picturing his clean-shaven mouth saying you are fucking filthy, Mr. Saverin.

When he stands to leave, Thiel stops him.

"Oh, and Sean-" he calls, and Sean pauses, hand on the doorknob, turns tiredly back to him.

Hurry up, old man, he thinks nastily, and grimaces out a polite smile.

Thiel smiles. "You should've knocked, on Thursday night."

Sean wrinkles his brow confusedly. Thursday? Thursday was-

Thursday night was the party.

Oh, shit. How could Thiel have-

Sean feels his cheeks flush hard, and Thiel laughs.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Sean says, trying to keep his voice calm.

"Don't you?"

"Peter, I don't have time for this, I have a lot to do-"

"Come on, Parker," Thiel says, leaning forward, fixing him with a stare. "Thought you were a fellow paranoid. Think."

Sean's stomach drops with realization. "Cameras," he whispers, and Thiel grins smugly.

"There you go," he says, way too amused. "I take my security very seriously, Sean. You know, there's one in the bedroom also. If you'd ever like to take a look at the tape, just say the word."

"I wouldn't," Sean says, trying to keep composed.

"You certainly seemed interested in hearing it."

"Christ," Sean exhales, embarrassedly, and Thiel laughs again.

"Shame, isn't it?" he says, unconcernedly, leaning back in his chair. "He's a pretty kid."

Sean doesn't feel guilty.

He fucking doesn't. It's a waste of time.

But he can't do this, sit here and shoot the shit about Eduardo Saverin.

"Don't tell me you're scandalized, Parker," Thiel says softly, a delighted grin tugging his mouth up. "Thought you'd seen it all."

"You give me too much credit, Peter," Sean says, forcing a tight smile, and he gets the hell out of there.

He can hear Peter laughing quietly as he shuts the door too hard, and it makes him feel sick, stomach spinning queasily.

Outside the air smells like car exhaust, stale.

He wonders if Eduardo is still in town.

No, fuck no. Sean is not a goddamn pussy. He knows how business works. He learned the fucking hard way. You can't create without destruction. The Great Wall was built on the backs of countless laborers. They are buried underneath, silent, forgotten, a necessary evil. Tourists take pictures on top of their skeletons, laughing, grinning for the camera.

That is how business works.

Omelets.

Eggs.

So he exhales, lets it go.

A million goddamn members.

That's all that matters now.

Re: Eduardo/Peter Thiel, million member party AU fill part 8/8

THIS IS THE BEST HOLIDAY PRESENT IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD
OKAY? I LOVE EVERYTHING YOU CHOOSE TO BE

Re: Eduardo/Peter Thiel, million member party AU fill part 8/8

It's slightly ridiculous how much I love this. Thank you, thank you, thank you, you angel of delicious smut.

Re: Eduardo/Peter Thiel, million member party AU fill part 8/8

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why do you do this to me. Thiel is.. perfectly cruel here. I fucking love you.
And Seaann.

id pay you for more if ya know, that would get us some more.

can't even think okay. too hot.

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Re: Eduardo/Peter Thiel, million member party AU fill part 8/8

He looks exactly like Sean feels. But worse, because it is Mark's first time. Mark always thought he could build something without breaking something else.
But that's not how it works.

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I love your Sean. I read your Sean and I just automatically just start shipping Sean/Eduardo so hardcore. Even in fic that is not technically Sean/Eduardo lol.

Re: Eduardo/Peter Thiel, million member party AU fill part 8/8

For some reason the fact that Peter kept calling him "Mr. Saverin" during the whole exchange somehow made it even more fucked up and beautiful.

This might have actually killed me. I got better, don't worry, but I was dead there for a minute. Holy cheese ...

Edited at 2012-06-07 07:16 am (UTC)