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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...




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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/Sean, dreams

Eduardo keeps having really embarrassing sex dreams about Sean during the Palo Alto summer. Like, dreams where Sean is blowing him slow and luxurious, holding Eduardo's thighs apart and licking at the head of his cock teasingly- or that one where they were kissing in the grass in the backyard, pool-wet and close, Sean half on top of him with his tongue pushing cleverly into Eduardo's mouth, or- oh, shit, the one where Sean pounded him into the couch, fucked him hard, hands digging into the flesh of Eduardo's ass, gasping on every thrust-

Basically, Eduardo has dirty dreams about Sean. Stupid, idiotic Sean, who he totally hates, and who does not, at all, have an awesome body, or nice thighs, or a tendency to make girls scream with pleasure behind his closed bedroom door- oh, and Eduardo especially hates that warm, smug, dirty smile he gets right before he says something irritatingly clever... No. Eduardo totally hates him.

His brain is just- stupid. That must be it.

Bonus if he tells Mark or Chris or Dustin at some point and there is a lot of hysterical laughter and Eduardo blushing furiously and punching them.

And of course, bonus for real-life sex times... because you know Sean would find out somehow and be the smuggest asshole ever and be like you should've told me, dude, have you seen yourself lately? and there is grudging indignant sex that melts into Eduardo gasping and going crazy and coming harder than he ever has in his life. SEX!

Eduardo/Sean, Dreams - Untitled 1/6?

Eduardo gasps, the thud of his skull against the wall drowning out the steady click of his zipper being pulled open; the dull pain distracting, but not enough to drag his attention away from the warm, steady breaths of the mouth that needs to be on his dick right now. His hips stutter forwards impatiently – fancy tricks copied from pornos are hot, but actual blowjobs are hotter – and he coordinates himself enough to grasp loosely at short curly hair. The damp heat of breath shakes with what he suspects it laughter but Eduardo is willing to overlook that given that his cock has finally be freed from the confines of fabric. His forgiveness doesn’t last long, however, as he finds himself falling victim to the light brush of fingertips against his inner thighs and the teasing pressure of a tongue flicking against the head of his dick, winding him tighter instead of bringing release.

He curses and is rewarded by a long, slow stroke of tongue across the underside of his dick that has him scrabbling at the wall for balance. His legs are shaking and all that’s going through his head is white noise as he fights the urge to thrust forward, because he wants to get off not be tortured and these slow gentle licks are driving him insane.

He staggers backwards, lettings himself fall onto the unmade bed, his eyes rolling back as he finally – finally gets some release. He pushes up onto his elbows, craning his neck so that he can enjoy the visual with comes with the sensations, of Sean’s lips bright and wrapped wet and eager around his dick, such a shocking change from their natural smirk, and the hollow of Sean’s cheeks and the dark smudge of his eyelashes, his focus intent on Eduardo’s cock in a way that makes it impossible not to thrust upwards and the way that Eduardo can’t swallow down the moan the escapes him when Sean just takes it, sucking Eduardo’s dick all the way down to the base so that instead of fuck-Sean-more-now-Christ his brain is reduced to white noise and his ears are ringing, louder and louder and louder and –

- Fuck!

He grabs hastily at his phone, jabbing at the ‘reject call’ with a level of aggression that would be inappropriate for anything other than a 3am call from his psycho ex-girlfriend interrupting a – fuck – a dream about getting blown by Sean fucking Parker.


Just to clarify, the parts that don’t make sense here are all totally because he’s dreaming and dreams are illogical and have nothing at all to do with my inexperience in writing actual detailed sex scenes. Honest :)

Re: Eduardo/Sean, Dreams - Untitled 1/6?


lolololing forever at how christy is the one to wake him up from the dream
and eduardo don't sound so miffed YOU KNOW YOU WERE LIKING IT!!!!
unfgh, i love this. and TOTALLy understand the whole "don't make sense" thing, the dream stuff is supposed to totally subvert what he would expect and even want BECAUSE IT'S HIS ~SUBCONSCIOUS~ OH MAN I LOVE DREAM FICCC.

<33 thank you for filling this!!! so SO nice to see some e/s on the meme, despite the fact that a new part was opened immediately after this was posted.. lol. I WILL BE CHECKING BACK :)

Re: Eduardo/Sean, Dreams - Untitled 1/6?

You should definitely keep checking back because all going to plan I should have part 2 up by tomorrow morning!

I LOVE this prompt! I've literally been trawlling the meme looking for E/S prompts and this was such a wonderful one.


Eduardo/Sean, Dreams - Untitled 2/6

Sean’s abs quiver under the press of his lips and Eduardo can’t keep the grin off of his face as he slips down a little further and nips at the faint tan line across Sean’s right hip. Sean makes a rough sound, low in his throat, and then one of his hands is twisted in Eduardo’s hair, pushing him down the few necessary inches until Sean’s dick is brushing against his mouth, so that when Eduardo licks his lips in preparation his tongue also brushes against Sean’s slit and then it’s impossible for Eduardo not to sink forwards and revel in the weight of Sean’s cock in his mouth, the heady feel of Sean tensing and then shuddering and swearing and finally begging as Eduardo holds him in place and takes. Sean tugs ineffectually at his hair, like he wants to alter Eduardo’s rhythm but can’t quite coordinate himself enough to manage it and Eduardo has no interest in speeding this up when Sean is panting out litanies of semi-incomprehensible filth and falling apart for him. Instead he pulls away, drawing slow steady breaths and waiting until Sean finally starts to come down, pleading turning to cursing, before he leans back in so the tip of Sean’s cock is once again resting against his mouth and lets his tongue slip out to curl around the head, one leisurely sweep clockwise and then another back again, looking up and waiting for Sean to meet his gaze. He repeats the action twice, adding a little more pressure each time, before Sean tilts his head to look down at Eduardo, his face flushed and his lips bitten such a bright red that Eduardo can hardly help giving up the tease and sucking Sean’s dick down, blood burning at the sight Sean’s eyes blown wide and focused wholly on him. Eduardo’s fumbling one-handed with his own belt now as Sean arches upwards and they both drive each other closer to the edge. He knows he’s getting sloppy now, his lips are slick with Sean’s pre-come and his own spit and he’s given up on trying to maintain any sort of technique, vacillating between straightforward suction and gasping helplessly around Sean’s cock to the same erratic pace he’s jerking his own. It’s enough for Sean’s hips to snap forward, come filling Eduardo’s mouth and spilling past his lips with each urgent breath. He clutches at his own dick, eyes falling shut against his will as he follows Sean over the edge.

He opens them again to a cracked ceiling and his own racing pulse loud in his ears as he presses one hand over his mouth to muffle his laboured breathing. He shifts awkwardly in the narrow camp-bed and winces at the sticky sensation in his boxers. He is… he is under a lot of pressure as CFO as Facebook and breaking up with Christy, while not something he regrets, has meant losing out on regular sex.

It’s just hormones that triggered the dream, he assures himself, and it’s the fact it takes him a while to come down from any sort of rush of endorphins that’s got him wondering if Sean would bruise purple or red if Eduardo bit at his inner-thighs and then kissed the sting away.

But anyway, hormones and the absence of any appropriate outlet for them, that’s it; after all, it would be really fucking sleazy and unprofessional to be having these sorts of thoughts about the interns.

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I don't really know what it is about these two, but I can really get on board with them together. This is outrageously hot anon. Eduardo and his denial... Love it. Definitely looking forward to the rest!

Re: Eduardo/Sean, Dreams - Untitled 2/6 - (Anonymous), 2012-06-21 06:58 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: Eduardo/Sean, Dreams - Untitled 2/6 - (Anonymous), 2012-06-21 07:01 pm (UTC)(Expand)

Eduardo/Sean, Dreams - Untitled 3a/6

For all that Eduardo does not want to be in Palo Alto it’s impossible to deny that that the climate is, in general, far superior to what he experienced in New York. He enjoys the variation, the electric thrum of a storm in his veins but then the languid heat, sending their electric bill through the roof as a dozen fans are turned on to keep the rooms with computers in from overheating (Eduardo is more worried about them overloading the sockets, but he’s learned to stay well out of hardware related conversations, Mark gets scary and even the interns are a little worryingly overprotective of their technology). Staying away from the technical aspects means he gets to be outside now though, while the coders are trapped at their desks, swimming slow laps and savouring the heat that he hasn’t even realised he’d been missing in the North East.


He turns around and Sean is in the water. Eduardo grins, because that means that Mark has probably gotten impatient and thrown him out; or maybe not, because Sean grins back, with a flash of teeth between curled lips and he’s almost laughing as he says, “Those poor suckers are roasting in there, if you’re up for a little cannibalism then we can probably cut down the grocery bills this week,” and it’s stupid and doesn’t quite make sense so Eduardo’s not sure why he’s laughing right along except for the fact that Sean is right up in his space now, palms braced against the side of the pool so that his bare arms are caging Eduardo in and he looks Eduardo in the eyes, not challenging but knowing as he leans in and presses their lips together, confident but unexpectedly chaste. It’s slow and easy, Eduardo’s hands coming up automatically to rest against Sean’s body as he gives himself over to the firm press of Sean against his mouth, and then to all of him as Sean closes the gap between them, their chests flush against each other. Eduardo lets his lips part and Sean takes the hint, tongue sweeping across his lips and in, skimming his teeth before stroking at the roof of his mouth. Eduardo thumbs at a drop of moisture trickling past Sean’s collarbone, following it across his chest, pausing where it catches on his nipple, merging with a few other streams and then continuing downwards until it hits the surface of the pool. He finds another droplet and repeats the action, Sean shuddering despite the heat. If it weren’t for the hot, wet press of Sean’s mouth against his, the shared breaths and the easy contact, Eduardo would be chasing the droplets with his tongue. He feels the scrape of Sean’s teeth against his lower lip but it’s too warm and he’s too relaxed to turn this into competition so instead of biting back he curls his tongue around Sean’s and lets go, tipping his head back to rest against the tiles and grinning lazily when Sean murmurs his name and follows.

“Eduardo…” he repeats, hands dropping from the wall and pushing through the water to rest on Eduardo’s hips. “Wardo… c’mon… Wardo…”

“Wardo!” Mark snaps, as Eduardo blinks dazedly up at him. “I’ve implemented the code for that new feature we discussed; you need to come look at it.”

“Mark…” he mutters, running a hand through his hair and then pulling it back sharply as he realises that Mark wants him to get up and look at Facebook related things which means there’s a good chance that people – Dustin, the interns, fucking Sean - will be around and therefore Eduardo needs to look at least somewhat professional.

Eduardo/Sean. Dreams - Untitled 3b/6 - (Anonymous), 2012-06-22 07:25 am (UTC)(Expand)

Eduardo/Sean, Dreams - Untitled - 4/6

The thing is Eduardo isn’t exactly unfamiliar with the awkward experience of overhearing other people’s sex noises. The walls in Elliot were pretty thin, and he spent enough time in the Kirkland Suite to have had more than one uncomfortable auditory experience there too, but that was just one of those things that happened when living in such close quarters with a bunch of other guys – everybody tried their best to be discrete but these things happened and it was okay. Or at least it was okay with everybody except Sean. Because Sean was shameless.

Plenty of people in the house spent at least some of their time getting off, despite the fact that Mark would probably prefer that they used their time in a more constructive manner, but while it was no secret that it was going on (it was hard to miss the erratic banging noises, clothing discarded in bizarre locations and the hastily scrawled sign reminding the interns to download any porn onto their own laptops, not Facebook’s computers) nobody else in the house matches Sean’s borderline exhibitionist tendencies.

Eduardo really doesn’t want to know what Sean’s doing in his room that has the latest girl – Macy, Molly, Mara, whatever – making such ridiculous high pitched noises; although he wasn’t surprised that Sean went for the type of girl to be exaggeratedly loud.

Or maybe he was just that good.

Eduardo shakes his head, adjusting his laptop on his knees and returning his focus to the uptake forecasts. He had no interest in what Sean was doing with that girl to make her so obnoxiously loud, if he had his head between her legs giving her messy, teasing head, or if her legs were flung up over his shoulders, if he was slamming into her hot and hard and oh so fucking in control because he was Sean Parker so his head might be thrown back and his chest might be rising and falling a little faster than usual but his mouth would still be curled up in that smug smirk, soft and pink and –

“Wardo, dude, don’t let Mark catch you spacing out like that.” Dustin laughs, holding out a can of Red Bull. “Here, you look like you could use it.”

“Right, yeah, thanks. I…” Eduardo pauses.

“Unf – fuck, yeah, c’mon baby…”

Dustin cringes. “Have they…?”

Eduardo nods.

“Jeez, no wonder you sent your brain to a faraway place. I’ve got some headphones you can borrow… hang on… let me…. Here!” Dustin holds out a tangle of cord triumphantly, then glances down at it and frowns. “Hmmm… yeah, sorry, they’re my spares but, better than nothing right?”

“Right…” confirms Eduardo, taking the headphones and deftly untangling them.

“Woah- hey, you’re good at that.” Dustin beams. “I usually just end up getting them more knotted. Do you think Mark would mind if I stole you away from being CFO to become Facebook’s official cord untangling guy?”

“If you can get him away from his laptop long enough to ask…” Eduardo offers, and Dustin nods.

“I’ll hold you to that, and uh…”

“More! Ah… that’s it…”

“…you can keep the headphones. It’s hardly fair for you to put up with that while the rest of us are wired in.”

Dustin ducks out and Eduardo glances between the headphones in his hand and the wall the sex noises were emanating through.

He’s never gotten the hang of concentrating with music playing right in his ears, and he really did need to get this spreadsheet done by the end of the day.

He puts the headphones on the table.



OKAy haaahahahah eduardo omg you love hearing him DON'T EVEN FRONT. i love this bitch he is in a river called denial.

also, unf, giving messy teasing head, i bet you are sean parker, get it boyyy

waking to Mark looming expectantly over him is apparently enough of a turn-off that the bulge in his pants shouldn’t be noticeable to anybody who isn’t looking for it.


and the pool kissing was hotttt, all soft and wet and slow. oh boys. oh WARDO.


Re: Pe - (Anonymous), 2012-06-23 03:17 am (UTC)(Expand)

Eduardo/Sean, Dreams - Untitled 5a/6

The breath is knocked out of him with a thud when Sean pushes him backward into the couch, he moves to sit up, flushing at the position he’s found himself in, bent backwards over the arm of the chair, with Sean standing between his awkwardly dangling legs tugging his boxers down past his thighs and knees and calves and off and then stepping back in close, eyes dark and mouth parted and Eduardo’s half sitting up but he can’t remember why so he drops back down to rest on his elbows, to fully appreciate the long lines of Sean’s form, his sharp hips and flat stomach, and the muscles of his chest and arms, unfairly toned for a man who spends most of his time at a desk or sprawled out on this same couch that they’re using. He has nice hands, strong looking, his fingers are shorter than Eduardo’s but broader and-


It doesn’t really surprise Eduardo that Sean is the kind of guy to keep lube on hand but his heart is still racing and Sean is quick to insert a second finger into Eduardo’s ass and it should be too fast but instead he’s arching upwards and Sean is putting his free hand on Eduardo’s hip which, what the fuck, there are so many more interesting things he can be doing with that hand right now, but when Eduardo leans up off of his elbows to demonstrate Sean just bats him back down with a shake of his head and a look that promises he’ll make Eduardo’s patience worth it as he adds a third finger, pushing in slowly, his eyes hooded and his gaze intent like he’s watching the way Eduardo’s body opens for him, like it’s something other than a transitory step en-route to actual fucking.

“Sean,” he spits out, because, okay there is a process that it is necessary to go through, but Sean is just standing there, rubbing idly at Eduardo’s hip and flexing his fingers with an enraptured look on his face which, while hot, is not actually sufficient to get Eduardo off.

“Right! Yeah, okay…” Sean says, slightly dazed, and then he does something just beyond Eduardo’s line of sight and somehow manages to have a condom on and covered in the appropriate amount of lube without even the suggestion of fumbling with packets or shaking fingers so Eduardo wraps his legs around Sean’s waist and reels him in, warm and close and the tiniest bit off balance, because Eduardo is patient, he’s patient with Mark on coding binges, and investors who don’t get it, and overworked freaked out interns, and the fact that nothing he does seems to impress his father, and long flights, and traffic jams, and Mark; but he does not have patience when it comes to Sean.

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His breath catches when Sean first slides into him, more of a stretch than fingers could be and momentarily quenching the want that was flooding him with blissful satisfaction that lasted only moments before Sean was rocking forward, just the tiniest bit, too gentle and too slow, quietly making his presence known. Their eyes meet and there’s an unexpected level of curiosity, like his past conquests aren’t the assurance he needs that this is going okay. Sean, Eduardo realises, is waiting for a clear signal that it’s okay to proceed and it’s so unexpectedly polite that Eduardo spares a moment to be charmed before he hisses out a, “Yes,” and a “Now,” because Sean has him at an angle that means he can’t push back, that he’s stuck rocking into Sean’s infuriatingly steady thrusts and then not even that because Sean’s hands curl around his hips, like he’s got something to prove by doing all of the work and his grip is unyielding, everything he’s doing so firm and solid and not at all like how he seems, not the blatant unreliability that had had Eduardo so desperate to keep him away from Facebook.

Eduardo shouldn’t be this close to coming, not when every time he reaches for his cock Sean bats his hands away and Eduardo is too breathless to adequately explain that being fucked isn’t enough for him, especially when Sean, flushed and sweating and stupidly gorgeous is taking him slow and deep with even, regular thrusts that seem determined to prove otherwise.

Eduardo shuts his eyes, pressing his head down into the couch cushions as Sean buckles and gasps out his name, coming with a low cry of, “Fuck,” Eduardo fists a hand around his own cock, revelling in the sound, and thrusts into his own hand, once, twice, and opens his eyes to an empty bed and tangled sheets and the water stained walls of whichever bedroom in the Palo Alto house that he has fallen into the previous night and snaps his eyes back shut again, drawing up the image of Sean pounding into him and ignoring the fact that the dream hadn’t been like that, had been slow and considerate and not at all like actual fucking real life Sean Parker who is still and asshole and not at all the guy Eduardo is visualising as he thumbs the head of his dick, biting his lip to keep silent because he doesn’t know what time it is or who else is around only that he needs this, that he’s too close to the edge to come down because his hips were working almost of their own accord and he was too close to the edge to need much, too care that, okay, yes, he was jerking off to the image of Sean Parker and the imagined visual of what Sean Parker might look like when he came, head thrown back to reveal the pale expanse of his neck and face bright and eyes wild because it would be just like Sean Parker to be so fucking hot when he came, to make you want to watch, to make you want to cause that again and again and again, up against the walls, quick and aggressive and probably impossible because Sean had at most a few centimetres on Eduardo but maybe he was stronger than he looked, or perhaps on a bed and this time Eduardo could do the work, could straddle Sean and just fucking enjoy him or in the shower, soaking wet but not like that first night when Eduardo had arrived in Palo Alto, instead the water would be hot and the steam would be engulfing both of them, like fucking equals, or… Eduardo bites back a cry that he hopes is closer to, “Shit,” rather than Sean’s name and fell limp against the sheets, shuddering out his orgasm.

Maybe he would fuck Sean over Mark’s fucking desk because this whole thing has to be the fault of Facebook, of too much tension and not enough time to deal with it, a sign that he was losing his mind to overwork.


Sorry! I know I said Monday but things got a little manic so this has only had the bare minimum amount of proofreading. I’ve just started working so I’m afraid the wait for the final part might be even longer :(

Also, wow do I use improbably long sentences when writing smut, now I remember why I turned style checker off in the first place.

Eduardo/Sean, dreams - Untitled 6a/6

“So things are going okay out there?”

It’s a formality, asking him to validate everything he’s just explained in conversation that was largely confirmations of things already said in e-mail. It’s a politeness observed because it’s Chris he’s talking too, and while neither of them have any reason to be formal with each other sometimes it’s nice, to have a conversation that follows the normal rules of social interactions instead of being horribly one sided and interspersed with random asides about code.

And because it’s Chris and Eduardo trusts Chris and Chris, just because he likes them to once in a while, doesn’t actually mind when people don’t follow set conversational rules, Eduardo says, “For a certain value of okay.”

And because Chris is probably the most emotionally mature person Eduardo knows, and tactful on top of that, he just hmmms and waits for Eduardo to fill the space.

“Facebook is doing fine, like I explained, the updates have all gone well. Mark… is Mark and Dustin is carrying on like normal.”

This earns him a laugh. “They’re good but things aren’t okay, something’s bothering you then?” Chris guesses.

“Yeah,” Eduardo admits, and then decides he might as well be honest, “Sean Parker. I’m going out of my mind.”

Chris says, “Ahhhhh…” with the careful neutrality of somebody who is definitely a supportive friend but is also taking the lead on public relations for the same company in which Eduardo is CFO and from a professional standpoint Eduardo being insane might create some problems for him.

“Has he done something?” Chris queries, meaning has he done something other than bullshit his way into your company and hijack your best friend while eating food brought with your credit card and filling the house you’re paying for with drugs and girls of varying levels of sketchiness.

And that’s unexpectedly difficult because, aside from all of those things, Sean hasn’t really done anything. But there’s really no way to explain the effect Sean’s presence has on him to Chris without everything getting a little humiliating.

“He’s a distraction,” Eduardo settles on, “It’s impossible to get anything done when he’s lounging about the place being so… obnoxious.”

Chris’s response of, “I see,” is just a little bit too knowing. There is no possible way he can actually get it, given that Eduardo is still withholding more of the problem than he is sharing, he knows he wears his emotions on his sleeve sometimes but not to the extent that Chris would be able to figure this out from the other side of the country.

“Maybe you need to just… work it out with him. Clear the air,” Chris suggests. “You didn’t get off to the best start but you both… you both want what’s best for Facebook, at least.”

Eduardo doesn’t mention the fact that he’s fairly confident that Sean will only what what’s best for Facebook as long as it continues to be what’s best for Sean Parker, and instead focuses on the fact that Chris’s advice would actually be pretty good, if the situation was what Chris thought it was. Unfortunately their professional disagreements aren’t what are making Sean such a problem to Eduardo at the moment. And there’s really no way to resolves this particular issue with Sean unless he plans on… no, no, he isn’t even letting his mind go there. That is categorically not an option.

Eduardo/Sean, dreams - Untitled 6b/6

Chris wraps up the call shortly after that, clearly assuming that this advice is enough to help Eduardo at least partially work things out, which leaves Eduardo free to bury his head in his hands and face up to the fact that this thing over Sean has become a problem. It’s distracting him, and it’s making him unprofessional and unproductive and he can’t afford to be at anything other than his best when they are all teetering on the delicate edge between brilliance and ruin. This will ruin him if he lets it.

“Fucking Sean Parker,” he spits, because really that sums the whole mess up pretty nicely.

“Really? Awww, and here I was thinking you didn’t like me.”

Sean smirks at him from the doorway, the same smug look that he always seems to have around Eduardo, like he knows he’s winning in a game Eduardo never even wanted to play, and it’s a joke, nothing more than Sean testing his patience, playing with meaning that isn’t there and mocking Eduardo with it. Sean doesn’t know how close to the truth his jibe is but Eduardo can feel his face heating up and there’s no comeback on his lips.

If the world were a fair or reasonable place he’d shrug the words off, walk right past Sean and out of the door like the words were so far beneath his notice he didn’t hear them. Instead he flounders, skin hot and muscles tense, as Sean watches him with dawning realisation, curiosity and a sizeable amount of amusement all written as plainly across his smug face as Eduardo’s ridiculousness is betrayed by his body.

There’s no saving the situation now. Eduardo doesn’t know how to take back his embarrassment, only how to push on with it, so he stands up with a creak of mattress springs and walks forward, away from the bed into Sean’s space, an invasion that under other circumstances might would be a threat, might even be a treat still now, is unquestionably a challenge.

He did warn Chris that he was probably losing his mind.

Sean has made jokes before about being an ‘equal opportunities’ kind of guy, certainly he’s involved himself with a hole spectrum of girl, but Eduardo doesn’t know if that flexibility stretches to include guys, newer mind if it could ever include whatever this is.

Surprise is written all over Sean’s face now, his widening eyes and slack jaw saying more than words could.

Sean is used to Eduardo backing down, has seen him bend and give way enough times to think he has the measure of him. But Sean has only ever really seen Eduardo acting as Facebook’s CFO, looking after Mark’s project for the company and for Mark.

This is different. This time Eduardo is defending his own interests and it’s not something which should have impacts going any further than that room. He isn’t going to back down for Sean.

He holds Sean’s gaze and leans in close enough that the fabric of their shirts brush and he can feel the repetitive brush of Sean’s breath against his own.

He waits for Sean to back down.

They stand at an impasse and Eduardo knows that Sean is searching him for signs of weakness, for some indication that this is a joke, that Eduardo is taunting him with actions in the same way that Sean taunts with words.

The house is strangely quiet, the noise from the living room muffled and distant sounding. Sean’s still standing in the doorway, not leaning against the frame anymore but not in the room either, there’s a corridor and one closed door between them and everybody else. It feels like so much more.

Then Sean’s leaning forwards the tiniest bit, letting their mouths brush in what is no more than a suggestion of a kiss, testing the action, trying to predict a response.

But now that Sean has initiated Eduardo can push back, can use the force of his lips to make his meaning clear. Their mouths are still closed, it’s still dry and they aren’t touching anywhere else, but there’s intent to Eduardo’s action, driving out any modicum of chastity and threatening, promising more.

Sean pushes him away, then steps back up into his space, kicking the door closed and breaths out, “Eduardo Saverin,” emphasis all wrong as if he hasn’t heard it said properly a thousand times, amused and biting and impressed.

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This time they crash together, all hesitation vanished, and Eduardo’s nose is being crushed at an awkward angle and he can feel Sean’s teeth scrape against his tongue, and Sean’s hands are tangled in his shirt and he honestly couldn’t say if he were trying to push him away or drag him in closer but he’s got one hand on Sean’s hip and the other one on his ass but Sean doesn’t seem to mind at all, just presses his hips inward, releasing his grip on Eduardo’s shirt only to bring one hand to the nape of Eduardo’s neck and grab at his hair with another, dragging his head until the angle is a little easier, so Eduardo can actually breath through his nose again and the sharp sting of teeth nipping at his lip is deliberate now, rather than the by-product of aggression, with a slick sweep of Sean’s tongue over the same point immediately afterwards, pleasure as a counterpoint to the pain. Eduardo retaliates by trapping Sean’s upper lip between his teeth and sucking on it, before pulling back far enough to momentarily admire the way it darkens before Sean drags him back in.

Their hips are flush already, and Eduardo can feel Sean’s dick against his despite the layers of fabric between them and Eduardo smirks into the kiss and slides his hand up from Sean’s hip under his shirt and he thinks – briefly, ridiculously – that Sean might be sick, because he’s hot to the touch and his skin is ever so slightly damp. It’s probably just the California weather.

They’re still standing in the middle of the room, pressed so close there’s hardly room to breathe but Eduardo is craving more, a physical friction to match the constant, burning mental and emotional clash that’s been between them since they met. He presses forward, and Sean stumbles a little, weight tipping onto Eduardo which is more of a power trip than it perhaps ought to be, and then Eduardo is pushing and Sean is staggering backwards until Eduardo shoves him up against the wall, fucking his tongue into Sean’s mouth as he does so.

Sean twists his head away when they reach the wall, murmuring, “Pushy…” and dragging his mouth down to nip a line down from Eduardo’s jaw, finally stopping where his neck met his collarbone in the v of his shirt and sucking right over the vein so that Eduardo has lean into him and fight to keep his knees from buckling. One of Sean’s hands in snaking under his shirt, fingertips skimming his nipples in a way which does more for him than he’d entirely like to admit, clearly Sean suspects, because his other hand snakes up to join the first, with just that right of pressure that every muscle in Eduardo’s body goes slack, and Sean clearly notices too because he’s twisting them both around, reversing their positions until it’s Eduardo that’s pinned. He bucks his hips, a little bit of resistance but most in an attempt to get some much needed friction against his cock. In the process of twisting them around Sean’s left Eduardo in a weird slouch against the wall, legs slightly forward of the rest of him and spread far enough for Sean to stand comfortably in the space between. Eduardo wonders if that’s a mark of luck or something that’s come with a lot of practise. Still, the press of Sean’s body against his groin is hardly something he’s interesting in complaining about. Not when Sean removes one hand to deftly flick open the buttons of Eduardo’s shirt exposing his chest, and then ducks his head to drag his tongue across Eduardo’s right nipple.

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His knees do buckle then, and he’s forced to let go of Sean so that he can scrabble for his balance and Sean is laughing against his chest, muttering, “sensitive are we?” low like it’s a promise instead of a joke, he tilts to meet Eduardo’s gaze and his grin is so indisputably like a cat that’s gotten into the henhouse (fucking chickens, why is it always chickens?) that Eduardo can feel his face burn and for a moment considers pushing Sean away except the he knows that quitting would be taken as a sign of weakness so instead his fists the collar of Sean’s shirt in the hand that’s not braced against the wall and drags him up for a kiss. Sean might have found Eduardo’s weakness first, but that doesn’t mean anything when it comes to the long game. Sean moans against his mouth and once Eduardo knows he isn’t going anyway he takes the hand that was holding Sean in place and reaches down, popping the button on Sean’s jeans and slipping his hand inside, past the loose elastic that signifies Sean’s boxers until he’s got a hand around Sean’s cock and the kiss has turned into Sean panting against his mouth. Eduardo is good at this, the weirdness of the angle doesn’t faze him, he can work just as well like this. Sean’s gasping all sorts of epithets into his mouth intermingled with demands of ‘faster’ and ‘more’. Eduardo doesn’t have the patience to get Sean off like this so instead he pushes them both away from the wall and drags Sean down to the floor and straddles his knees.

Eduardo isn’t flexible enough to give a proper blowjob from this angle but Sean’s pupils are huge, even larger than they get when he’s high, and he’s making these rough noises low in his throat that are sending tremors down Eduardo’s spine, straight to his dick. He tugs as Sean’s boxers until his cock is free of the fabric and then bends forward, his opened shirt brushing against Sean’s thighs as he arches his back. It’s still Eduardo’s hand doing most of the work, his grip firm around the shaft and Sean’s dick and his strokes steady, but he wraps his lips around the tip and turns his eyes upward to meet Sean’s. He knows he must look a mess, on his knees and braced on one hand like this, and probably with a hickey from where Sean went to town on his neck but he hollows his cheeks and flicks his tongue against the thick vein on the underside and Sean barely lasts a minute before his hips are bucking upwards so Eduardo pulls away, working Sean through it with a flick of his wrist as Sean’s eyes back and then close and he bites down on his bottom lip. When Sean’s breathing finally starts to slow a little, he rolls off, adjusting himself awkwardly and attempting to steady his own racing pulse. The floor is hard and the carpet is scratchy against his skin and it’s probably a good thing they both kept most of their clothes on because rug burn would have been a bitch.

He rolls his shoulder and makes to stand up but then Sean’s fingers wrap around his belt loop and Sean rolls onto his side and says, “And where do you think you’re going?” rough and easy and pulling Eduardo into him and pressing their mouths together. The kiss is slow, the movement of Sean’s mouth languid and post-coital, but his fingers unfasten Eduardo’s belt buckle with more coordination than is entirely reasonable so soon after he’s come and he’s dragging Eduardo’s slacks down, and his underwear with them and palming and Eduardo’s ass with warm palms and keyboard calloused fingers and Eduardo fucking keens and then wants to die from embarrassment except for how the sound seems just make Sean grip harder, press closer, so Eduardo’s cock is rubbing up against Sean’s hip and Eduardo is so fucking close to coming already, has been for a while now, and Sean’s tongue is exploring his mouth and Eduardo’s hips keep juddering against Sean until his cock brushes again Sean’s softening one and then he’s coming, whimpering and falling apart and forgetting how to breathe because this is a thousand times better than angrily jerking off to the poorly repressed dreams of Sean.

“Fuck…” he pants.

And Sean replies, “Yeah, let’s do that next.”

And Eduardo wants.

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