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It's Complicated: But sexy!


Mark Zuckerberg
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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.

If you have any questions or ideas that I can help you with, feel free to PM me. I'll be around.

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[ARCHIVING]
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NEW RULE;

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Eduardo/Mark

(Anonymous)
Canon AU. Mark's a freshman and wants to lose his virginity the first week of school, just to get it over with, so he figures he's going to go to a bar and go with the first person who wants to fuck him. No big deal, right? Right! Except that person is Eduardo, the one-night stand that won't go away and keeps trying to date him.

FILL 1/?

When Mark sneaks back into his own dorm, the sky is barely light and the campus is mostly quiet. He shuts the door a little too hard and hears Dustin snort awake, mumbling something unintelligible. As he kicks off his flip flops he sees him poke his head around the far wall to squint at Mark.

"Were you gone all night?"

"Yup."

Dustin's expression morphs into one of further suspicion. "All night?"

"Uh huh." Mark crosses the room, tosses his keys on his desk and goes to his dresser. There's a small, smug smile playing across his lips.

"Were you getting laid last night?!" Dustin squawks, incredulous. He rubs his eyes, as if Mark's walk of shame (or lack thereof) might be an early morning mirage.

Mark tosses a glance over his shoulder as he heads to the bathroom. "Maybe."

"My new roommate's a player? I want details!" Dustin advances on him, making another disbelieving sound. Mark shuts the bathroom door in his face and hears him shout, "And your secrets!"

"Fuck off," he calls back, smirking wider and tugging his t-shirt and hoodie over his head. He's definitely not telling Dustin anything else about his successful pickup. It's not that he's embarrassed that he had to go to a bar and go home with a stranger just to lose his virginity. But he and Dustin haven't really discussed the gender aspect of Mark's sexual interests, so he suspects that Dustin isn't really ready for those kinds of details.

Better to keep the encounter to himself. It was just to get his first time out of the way, anyways. It's not like it meant anything.

Mark turns on the shower and peels off his briefs, which are sort of disgusting. He kicks his clothes into a corner of the bathroom and then steps into the shower.

Standing underneath the hot spray, Mark lets the water run over his slightly sore body and hums contentedly. He smooths a bar of soap over his chest and the image of a tanned, long fingered hand taking the same path springs into his head involuntarily.

Goose bumps rise on his skin. For a scrawny, pasty teenager with mediocre hygiene, he scored pretty well, he thinks. Eduardo (he hadn't bothered catching a last name) had needed surprisingly little convincing, had even seemed eager to take Mark back to his single and fuck him into his mattress.

And he had, to put it quite simply, been really fucking attractive. Mark had known that tall, dark and handsome was something that he likes; but he hadn't known that tall, dark and handsome would like him.

\

"What's your major?" Eduardo takes a drink and looks at him over the rim of his glass. His eyes are dark and interested and he's been taking every opportunity to touch Mark, even small brushes of their hands when it isn't warranted.

Mark reasons that these are all signs that a come-on won't earn him a punch in the face and might even be welcomed. So he says, "How much small talk is actually necessary before you take me back to your place and fuck me?"

"That's—what? Wait. What?" Eduardo sets down his glass, having narrowly avoided choking, and blinks at Mark in bewilderment. His eyes are cartoonishly wide, but he doesn't look offended yet, so Mark plows ahead.

"Because I haven't been fucked before, but I really want your cock in me." He wants to make sure they're on the same page, so he figures he'd better be specific. "Preferably within the next hour or two."

Eduardo has stilled and is looking at him wonderingly, a slow, disbelieving smile pulling at the corners of his ridiculous mouth. The glint in his eyes is simultaneously gentle and wicked. He leans toward Mark, and says in a low, intimate voice, "Are you always this straightforward?"

Eduardo is close enough that Mark can smell his cologne, something subtle and warm. He feels suddenly short of breath. "Yes."

Eduardo breathes out a short, surprised laugh and grins. "Ok." He nods. "Ok. I have a single, and I'd like it very much if you stayed the night."

"And you want to fuck me?" Mark wants to make sure.

FILL 2/?

Eduardo pauses, then startles Mark by ducking his head down and pressing their lips together. When Mark opens his mouth eagerly and tries to lean into it, he takes Mark's bottom lip into his mouth and gives it a long, slow suck. Mark feels a hint of teeth as Eduardo pulls back just an inch, and hears himself make a soft, frustrated sound.

"Yes," Eduardo agrees against Mark's mouth. "I want to fuck you."

Apparently being kissed in the middle of a bar is one of Mark's turn ons. Or maybe it's just being kissed by tall strangers with ridiculous hair, regardless of the setting. Either way, Mark's skin feels hot and he's squirming in his chair, already half hard in his jeans with just the thought of what's going to happen.

\

Mark shudders. His hands have drifted south and he has let the soap drop to the floor of the shower so that he can wrap slippery fingers around himself.

He thinks about the way Eduardo had pressed him up against the door after they'd gotten back to his place. And then the desk, groping his ass and the backs of his thighs so that he could heft him up onto it.

Mark had been embarrassingly eager, possibly because of the couple of beers he'd had, but more likely because Eduardo had done everything he could to drive him crazy.

Mark presses his forehead against the shower wall, dizzy. His breathing is heavy as he slides his palm over his erection and jerks himself off, picturing Eduardo's bare chest when Mark had finally gotten that stupid dress shirt off of him.

\

"Fuck," Mark breathes, running his hands over Eduardo's abdomen, too appreciative to be envious. He's sitting on Eduardo's desk (some huge, oak monstrosity) and Eduardo is standing between his legs, hands shoved up Mark's shirt and rubbing his back in slow caresses.

Eduardo chuckles warmly and leans down so that he can press his lips to Mark's neck and suck sharply. Mark arches his back and tilts his head encouragingly. His hands shift, restless, going around Eduardo's waist and then down to his ass and then to the front of his pants.

He hears Eduardo's sharp intake of breath, and then the hem of his shirt is being pushed up, hot hands sliding up his sides.

"Put your arms up," Eduardo coaxes, and tosses Mark's shirt to the side when he gets it over his head. Then he wraps his arms around Mark's waist, pulling him back in with feverish intent.

Mark angles his head and kisses Eduardo, open mouthed and messy, and grips his shoulders. He cries out against his lips in surprise when Eduardo grinds their hips together harshly, and digs his nails into Eduardo's skin, hooking his legs around the backs of Eduardo's in an effort to pull him closer.

"God, you're hot," Eduardo says into Mark's mouth, strained and thick with heat. His hips stutter forward.

"So fuck me already." Mark means for it to sound sharp, but instead the words come out breathy and desperate. "You're so slow."

Eduardo shuts him up by sucking on his lips again, then puts his hands under Mark's thighs so that he can lift him off of the desk.

Sort of ridiculously turned on by the fact that Eduardo is strong enough to carry him, Mark wraps his legs around Eduardo's narrow hips. When Eduardo presses him into the bed, Mark hooks his ankles and uses the leverage to rut up against his stomach.

"Alright," Eduardo says, soothing, stilling Mark's hips and pushing them against the mattress with firm hands. "Ok, let me go for a second." He ignores Mark's whine when he pulls away, getting up to rummage in the bedside table.

Re: FILL 2/?

(Anonymous)
op here! (also the op of you alice+christy fill, yo) and i haven't read this yet, but i'm psyched already. :D

Re: FILL 2/? - alienbruv, 2012-04-25 01:27 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL 2/? - (Anonymous), 2012-04-25 01:33 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL 2/? - alienbruv, 2012-04-25 01:52 am (UTC)(Expand)

FILL 3/?

Mark tilts his head back to watch him for a moment, shifting his hips and trying to get his breathing under control. His cock is straining against his jeans, so he unzips his fly with trembling hands and struggles out of them. When he kicks them off of the bed, Eduardo comes back, tossing condoms and lube onto the blankets carelessly and leaning forward to run his hands up Mark's bare legs. He has stripped down to a pair of boxer briefs.

He smiles when his palms skim over Mark's hips and Mark mumbles out a frustrated, "Come on."

"Impatient," Eduardo chides. He plucks at the waistband of Mark's briefs, then pulls them down and off, heated gaze following Mark's cock as it bobs up, swollen and flushed. He mouths at the crease of his thigh and then brushes his lips against the base of his erection, still smiling.

"Stop teasing," Mark chokes out. He's not sure what to do with his hands, so he just fists them and presses them against the bed. He can't look away from Eduardo's face and the way his lips look so full and flushed from kissing.

"You want your first time to be good, don't you?" Eduardo smirks up at him, looking content to stay between Mark's legs indefinitely. "You don't want to rush it."

"Fuck that—" Mark cuts off with a gasp as Eduardo slips his mouth around the head of his cock, hot and wet and so fucking good. His eyes flutter closed involuntarily and his head thumps back against the mattress. "Oh my god."

Eduardo's tongue swirls around him with firm pressure and teases the slit. One of Mark's hands goes to clench in his hair.

"Do you want to come like this?" Eduardo pulls off to ask, rubbing Mark's hips and the tops of his thighs when he gives a frustrated groan.

"No," Mark snaps, "I want you to fuck me, weren't you listening? Jesus."

Laughing, Eduardo crawls up his body to kiss him. Mark's hands go to his underwear, which Eduardo obligingly takes off. Then he gets an arm under Mark's hips so that he can roll the both of them over, sitting up and settling Mark in his lap.

"Can we do it like this?" Eduardo murmurs, nosing at Mark's neck and pressing a kiss to his collarbone.

"Yeah," Mark nods eagerly, his knees sinking into the bed on either side of Eduardo's hips. He looks down to see their erections right next to each other, a heady spike of arousal making him whimper, and grips Eduardo's shoulders.

Eduardo reaches for the lube, still sucking a mark into his skin, and smooths a hand down Mark's back. His fingers tease at the cleft of Mark's ass.

"Have you fingered yourself before?"

Mark nods. "A few times."

With an appreciative murmur, Eduardo kisses his cheek and then his mouth, sickeningly sweet. He presses a slick finger inside of him, slower than Mark wants and too shallow.

"You don't have to be so gentle," Mark says, irritated, and shifts his hips impatiently.

"There's plenty of time to be rough," Eduardo says softly, licking into Mark's mouth and pushing in a second. His fingers feel impossibly long inside him when they finally press deeper, moving in slow, leisurely strokes.

Mark tries to kiss back but is mostly unsuccessful, too focused on Eduardo's hands on him and in him. "Another, come on."

The third finger stings, makes Mark hiss and falter. Eduardo kisses the corner of his mouth and squeezes more lube onto his fingers, spreading some around Mark's hole. It's easier after that, and Mark relaxes as Eduardo opens him up, rocking onto his fingers and making embarrassing noises.

"Ok," Mark says shakily. "That's good, that's enough, please—" he bites off the last word with a moan.

"Yeah?" Eduardo doesn't seem to want to stop. He's watching Mark's face with dark eyes and hooking his fingers just to see Mark gasp.

FILL 4/?

"Yes, fuck—" Mark gives up on waiting and reaches for a condom, whimpering as Eduardo pulls his fingers out. He tears it open and rolls it down over Eduardo's cock with faltering hands.

Eduardo stills his hips when he tries to position himself, telling him, "Wait, ok, hold on." He's breathing hard and his hands are shaking as he slicks more lube over himself and Mark. He bites his lip and holds the base of his cock, then puts his other hand on Mark's hip to guide him.

Mark feels the head between his cheeks, pressing into him and doesn't wait. He slides down until he's fully seated and gasps into Eduardo's mouth, practically clawing at his shoulders.

Eduardo makes a guttural sound and his hands go to Mark's ass, gripping and rocking his hips up until he's as deep as he can go.

"Harder."

"What did I say about rushing?" Eduardo teases breathlessly.

"Fuck you. Harder—"

\

Mark has to shove his knuckles into his mouth to keep quiet when he comes.

He thumps his head against the tiles and watches the water wash away the streaks of come on his stomach. His knees feel shaky and his face is hot and probably pink like the rest of him. His fingers are pruned; he's been in the shower way too long and he's still not clean.

He can't think about the rest of it, about the way Eduardo had fucked him raw and sucked the come off of him afterwards, because he knows he'll get hard again, and he can only handle so much. So he turns the water down until it's cool and washes himself off. He still hasn't bought his own shampoo yet, so he steals some of Dustin's, which is peach scented for some reason.

"Girl," he mutters to himself. After the last of it is out of his curls he shuts off the water.

When Marks steps out of the bathroom, dressed and toweling his hair dry, Dustin looks up at him from where he's sprawled on the couch. He's eating a bowl of what looks like Lucky Charms.

"Someone named Eduardo just called me," he says.

Mark freezes. "What."

"Uh huh. Said you left your phone in his room." Dustin arches his eyebrows at Mark obnoxiously.

Fuck. "Fuck." He'd been so focused on leaving without waking up Eduardo. And he's probably just been outed to his roommate.

Dustin looks at Mark, popping another spoonful of marshmallows into his mouth.

Mark looks back at him. "So... I'm gay."

"I kind of made that connection."

"Right."

"He's coming over, by the way," Dustin says after a pause, gleeful.

"You told him where we live?" Mark demands, furious. He looks at the door, as if Eduardo's already standing behind it, and wonders if he'd survive if he jumped out one of the windows.

"He sounds really nice, Mark."

Dustin is grinning stupidly, so Mark throws the wet towel in his face. "Is ruining my life going to become a regular thing?"

Re: FILL 4/?

(Anonymous)
i'm also grinning stupidly right now. this is like, even better than what i wanted already. and i'm really enjoying mark and dustin's friendship! this is great.

- op

Re: FILL 4/?

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH.

Re: FILL 4/?

Why is everything you write so good and hot and awesome?! Everytime I see you fill or update something I squeal like a little girl. Can't wait for more.

Re: FILL 4/?

(Anonymous)
tears of joy that you are filling this. loving it so much already omfg. what a perfect way to spend my lunch break

Re: FILL 4/?

holy s*it. So hot @ç@

FILL 5/?


Mark spends a few minutes trying to convince Dustin to call Eduardo back and tell him that this was all a mistake and Mark Zuckerberg doesn't actually exist. Or that he tragically died in an accident just minutes ago. Or some other excuse that would keep Eduardo away from Kirkland House.

Is it too much to ask that Mark could leave his first casual sexual encounter and not have it come back to haunt him?

Yes? Ok.

Once it becomes clear that Dustin is enjoying the situation far too much and isn't going to be any help at all, Mark paces around the dorm, fidgety and still trying to come up with a way out of this. He checks his e-mail twice just to have something to do with his hands.

Dustin's phone lights up again, and his cheery, obnoxious text message alert is heard over the sound of the television.

"He's here," Dustin singsongs, shit eating grin still present. "Go downstairs."

"I'll give you five dollars if you go down and get my phone for me."

"No can do, buckaroo."

"Twenty." And maybe more, if he agrees to never refer to Mark as 'buckaroo' again.

"Stop being such a wuss." Dustin waves his spoon at mark, getting drops of sugary milk everywhere. "He's not going to kill you. He sounded like a perfectly polite young man."

"He might," Mark says seriously. "He might actually be a serial killer. Do you want my death on your hands?"

"It won't be my fault," Dustin tells him. "I'm not the one who decided to dine and dash."

Mark takes a moment to fix Dustin with a withering look, but he finds himself ignored in favor of some ridiculous cartoon. Fuming, he gets up, grabs his keys, and shoves his flip flops onto his feet.

"If I don't come back in ten minutes, call campus security," he delivers the jab halfheartedly over his shoulder, knowing that Dustin is too entertained by this to feel guilty. Then, with the air of someone attending their own funeral, Mark leaves the room. He descends the many staircases and approaches the Kirkland entrance warily. Through the square panes of glass he sees the back of Eduardo's head and the outline of his tall figure.

He shuffles forward and pushes the door open so that he can stand half outside, looking up at Eduardo with trepidation as he turns around.

A grin spreads immediately across Eduardo's face when he sees Mark. He's wearing dark dress pants again (actual, honest to god trousers), and a button down and blazer. They look tailored to his body, fitted in all the right places.

Mark tries admirably not to stare at his chest.

"Hi," Eduardo says brightly, still smiling. His hands are in his pockets, like this is any ordinary social visit.

"Hi," Mark says stiffly in the silence that follows, and waits.

But Eduardo says nothing, apparently to busy looking Mark up and down. He seems overly appreciative, considering that Mark is in sweatpants and a ratty t-shirt and his hair is still damp. The warmth in his eyes makes Mark's heart pick up speed, which he steadfastly ignores.

"You have my phone," Mark prompts, voice flat.

"Right!" Eduardo nods hurriedly, taking Mark's cell phone out of a pocket inside his jacket. "Sorry, you probably have class soon. I just didn't want you to go without it."

He holds out the phone and Mark snatches it out of his hand, feeling a bit warm when their fingers brush. From the way Eduardo eyes his face delightedly, there's a flush filling out his cheeks.

FILL 6/?

"Thanks," Mark bites out, and starts to retreat inside.

Eduardo's hand catches the door immediately, holding it open. "We should get some food later."

Mark stares at him. "What?"

"If you have time, that is." Eduardo steps forward, into Mark's space so that he can lean against the door frame. Mark takes an involuntary step back, his face on fire now.

"I don't think that's a good idea," he blurts.

Eduardo blinks, looking uncertain for the first time since he arrived. He tilts his head to the side, and his forehead creases. Irrationally, Mark wants to lick the frown off of his face. "You're busy?" Eduardo asks, eyes disappointed. "We can meet whenever it's a good time for you. Or," he adds, mouth curling in a small, wicked smile, "you could just come over to my place again."

"No," Mark interrupts, because he has no idea how this happened. Are they dating? They're not dating. Did he miss something? "It's not a good idea for us to see each other again."

Eduardo is nonplussed. "What do you mean?"

Mark frowns. Is he stupid? "I mean last night was it. Just sex." He flails his hands in a desperate gesture, and Eduardo watches him earnestly. "It's called a one night stand, maybe you've heard of it."

Letting his head fall against the door frame, Eduardo smiles at Mark again. "That seems silly," he says softly. "We had such a good time."

Flushing even further, Mark tries not think about just how good of a time they had. He opens his mouth, but the thoughts in his head seem to collide, and all that comes out is a slightly strangled noise.

Eduardo looks at him gently, which should be infuriating, but instead it just puts warmth in the pit of Mark's stomach. "Didn't you have fun?"

"Yes," Mark says reluctantly. "But—"

Eduardo reaches out to cup Mark's face with one hand, his fingers sliding along his jaw and into the curls behind his ear. Mark stills, suppressing a shiver, and Eduardo leans down to press a soft, slow kiss to Mark's mouth.

"So did I," Eduardo murmurs, brushing their noses together and then kissing him again, chaste and sweet. Then he pulls back, examining Mark's face with satisfaction. "I put my number in your phone. You call me when you're ready." Then he quirks another smile and is gone, the door shutting softly in his wake.

"What the fuck."

When Mark finally goes back up to his dorm, Dustin watches him shuffle inside. "Did you get your phone?"

Mark holds it up for him to see, then flops down onto the couch. He looks at the ceiling and exhales heavily.

After a pause, Dustin nudges him in the side with his toes. "So?"

"What?"

"When's the wedding?"

"I'm not going to call him."

"Uh huh."

Mark looks at him. "I'm not."

"Right." Dustin goes back to his Lucky Charms (Is that a second bowl? Jesus.) and his cartoons and ignores Mark's glare. "I don't know what your hang up is. You seemed pretty happy this morning."

Mark says nothing. He can't date the random stranger he lost his virginity to, right? That's too lame. It wasn't supposed to mean anything. He looks down at his phone and scrolls through his contacts. He stares at the new entry that says Eduardo Saverin.

He'll delete it later.

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Re: FILL 6/? - oflights, 2012-05-03 04:31 pm (UTC)(Expand)

FILL 7/?

It is nearly two weeks later, and Mark has not deleted the number.

"Seriously, though." Dustin levels Mark with a somber look. "Why did slap bracelets go out of style?"

Mark wonders what he did in a past life to deserve cohabitation with this person.

"Really," Dustin insists. "They're so versatile."

Maybe he was a mass murdering, ruthless dictator. It's not outside the realm of possibility.

"See? Around the ankle!"

Mark looks away from his computer screen, slumping in his desk chair with the pleasant haze of alcohol, and watches Dustin demonstrate. He's on the floor, contorting his body in order to bring his own ankle close to his face. He whips a leopard print slap bracelet around it.

Billy Olsen, who has situated himself upside down on their couch, watches intently.

"Presto," Dustin says, wiggling his foot around, presumably to get Mark's attention.

Mark watches, placid. "Slap bracelets are dumb. Let them die."

Dustin gasps, affecting offense. "What blasphemy is this?"

Billy Olsen cackles, his attention split between Dustin and the television, which has been on the Discovery channel for hours. They're both somewhat intoxicated as well, and Billy Olsen is looking a little stoned. (Apparently he's some kind of genius, but Mark has yet to see any proof. But maybe he's just never sober.)

"The nineties are over," Mark intones. "Deal with it."

"Bell bottoms came back." Dustin lets his foot thump back onto the floor. He points an accusing finger at Mark. "You're just trying to foil my future status as a trend setter. You're jealous."

"Uh huh." Mark's head lolls back against his chair. He's wondering how he went his entire life without being able to get drunk in his own home. He's relaxed and warm and unconcerned about life in general. It's kind of awesome.

"College," Mark mutters, unheard. It's a revelation. One night stands and underage drinking. At Harvard.

"I'll share the love, Marky. I'll get you one too. We can both be trend setters. Together," Dustin pumps a fist in the air, "we will build a better future."

"Uh huh." Mark tilts his head towards his computer and reaches out towards the keypad. He surfs around the web idly, checking a few livejournal communities for updates. He's buzzing with sated energy, and there's nowhere for it to go.

Out of the corner of his eye he sees Dustin pry the slap bracelet off of his ankle. "Ready for this? Neck!" He lets out a strangled sound when he thwaps himself in the jugular. Billy Olsen is too busy learning about sperm whales to make fun of him.

("These bitches look like Stallone. Yo Rocky!")

Already bored with the state of the internet, Mark's eyes travel away from the screen and land on his cellphone, which is sitting on the surface of his desk.

He really had meant to delete Eduardo's number. But his coursework had picked up a bit and he had resolved to delay making any decisions about hot Brazilians. Things had gone back to normal.

Being a non-virgin is, apparently, not that big of a deal. He's not sure what he expected. He'd thought that something would be different, even if it were something small. Everyone makes such a big deal out of it. He can remember being about 13 (when he had realized that he likes biceps a lot more than boobs) and wondering how it would happen. Not that he ever intended for it to be sentimental; it seems silly to expect the first time to be important. Firsts are inherently clumsy and awkward and difficult. (Not that this first had been any of those things with Eduardo.)

Mark resists the urge to roll his eyes. His subconscious is still hung up on the encounter. He's had two dreams about it since, intense dreams, and one of them left him with extra laundry to do. His brain is most definitely out to get him.

Mark watches his own hand, as if possessed, reach out for the phone. He looks at it, cradled in his hand, and then flips it open.

"What are you doing?" Dustin flails his arms, dissatisfied with the amount of attention he's getting.

"Booty call," Mark says.

"Really?" Dustin looks excited.

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Mark's thumb fumbles with the keys, eventually finding the name 'Eduardo Saverin' in his list of contacts.

There's some part of him that knows he's going to regret this later, but the rest of him doesn't care one bit. He hits Send without a second thought and puts the phone to his ear.

Dustin is snickering from the floor, and Mark swivels his chair to look at him, gesturing for him to keep quiet.

He listens to the phone ring once, twice, again, again...

Mark frowns. Eduardo's voice pipes up in his ear, tinny but perfectly recognizable.

"You've reached Eduardo Saverin. I can't answer the phone right now, so leave me a message." Voice mail. Of course. Then the same sentence (presumably) is repeated in what sounds like Portuguese. Mark hums, low in his throat, pleasantly surprised.

The tone sounds in his ear. He smirks, melting even further into his chair and taking a swig of the beer on his desk. "Ed-wardo," he says, drawing out the name. "Portuguese is hot. Your voice is hot."

Mark watches Dustin smother snorts of laughter in his hands. Billy Olsen has diverted his attention away from the sperm whales long enough to look at Mark curiously.

"Who's that?" he asks loudly, and Dustin shushes him, arms flapping.

Mark opens his mouth again and blurts out, "I think you should talk to me in Portuguese and suck my dick." Wow, he's drunk. "I mean not at the same time. I mean you should probably alternate between the two." He sighs out a breath, drumming his fingers on the arm of his chair and trying to remember why he had called Eduardo in the first place. "Oh, I'm kind of drunk," he tacks on flatly.

"Kind of trashed," Dustin corrects.

"Kind of trashed," Mark decides to humor him, which puts a delighted smile on Dustin's face. "So if you were actually serious about wanting to fuck me again, now would probably be a good time. You can get trashed too, if that would make you feel better about it." He pauses. "Ok, that's it. Ok. Bye."

"You're such a slut," Dustin screeches as Mark flips the mobile shut.

"Yeah, I guess." Now that Mark thinks about it, Eduardo hadn't actually said anything about fucking. He just said that they should get food. Had he really wanted to go on a date? Mark wrinkles his nose. Were dates something that other people actually enjoyed? They seemed so unnecessary. Like bar mitzvahs; just dressing up the fact that someone's balls had dropped. What was the point?

"Why didn't he pick up?" Dustin demands, apparently enraged on Mark's behalf.

"Who's Eduardo?" They ignore Billy Olsen, who is still upside down and beginning to resemble a wide eyed tomato.

"I don't know." Mark shrugs. "Maybe he's asleep." Maybe he's already decided that Mark is a lost cause. Maybe he's busy fucking somebody else.

"Again. Call him again." Dustin has pried the slap bracelet away from his neck and whacks it against the carpet imperiously. "We shall win your lass back. You'll live happily ever after."

"Shut up," Mark tells him mildly, already selecting Eduardo's number again.

The night progresses with more beer and shots of what is probably vodka. (Mark's tongue starts to feel a bit numb, so he can't really be sure. It could be anything at this point.) And Mark leaves a series of somewhat horrifying voice mails.

"This is Mark, by the way. I forgot to tell you that. The Mark that you picked up in the bar—no, I picked you up. Did I pick you up? Whatever. The Mark that you took home and—Dustin, shut the fuck up. No, shut up. Ok, bye. This is Mark, that's all."

"You're probably asleep. Or out with someone else. But I'd like you to know that I have handcuffs. Dustin, shut—yes, handcuffs. Yes, I bought them in an actual sex shop, go away. Ok. Think about it. Bye."

"Wardooo. I don't want to get food. That sounds dumb. But I will eat food off your body."

"Don't take this as a sign that I want to date you. Because like I said. That's dumb. If you weren't so Brazilian I wouldn't be doing this. Leave me alone."

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