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It's Complicated: But sexy!

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IMPORTANT: please DO NOT post prompts about any non-public people as part of a prompt. for example: randi zuckerberg is fine as she is a public figure both on the internet and on facebook itself. priscilla chan is NOT as she is not a public figure.

if you're in doubt, please message the mod or leave a comment in the discussion post.

♥ post requests and responses in the comments to this post.
♥ be respectful.
♥ both a pairing/character AND a prompt/kink must be posted.
♥ one pairing/prompt per comment please.
♥ you are encouraged to try and write a prompt for every request you make.
♥ we are slash, femslash, het, three-and-moresomes etc. friendly. (we are even incest friendly what with some of our characters being twins and all...)
♥ no pairing bashing, OK? no need to wank over ships.
♥ long and short fics welcome. multiple responses encouraged!
♥ please try to refrain from saying 'seconded!' as much as possible.
♥ on RPF: Please disclaim that it is RPF, a work of fiction and in no way related to the actual actors/persons/etc. (i wouldn't even try and discourage RPF from this meme ;))


♥ alphabetize pairings/threesomes/moresomes. (e.g. Eduardo/Mark/Sean etc.)
♥ put [RPF] before RPF prompts. (e.g. [RPF] Andrew/Jesse)
♥ for crossover prompts: "[Crossover], The Social Network Character(s)/Other Character(s), [Fandom]" (e.g. [Crossover], Eduardo/Columbus, [Zombieland])
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♥ fills can be posted anonymously or not.
♥ fills can be anything: fic, art, vid, fanmix, podfic, etc.
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have fun!

THERE WILL BE UNMARKED SPOILERS. enter at your own risk! :D


i know you guys are enjoying this meme and i appreciate that but please can you put the SUBJECT HEADER on your prompt. you would REALLY be helping me out if you could do that. it just saves time for me when i'm trying to tag everything in delicious.

AND PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE DO NOT repost prompts from parts one, two or three over here again. the delicious is around for people to find prompts they may not have already seen.

i know i'm lost -- 18a/?

Then he stopped. This wasn’t some hookup with Tyler in the middle of a steamy summer’s afternoon. This was important – they had all of the time in the word and Mark intended to use it to the fullest.

So he sank to his knees, brushing Eduardo’s crotch to see how far gone Eduardo was. He was not noticeably hard unless your hand was there, so Mark figured he could take his time.

He began slowly, his hands pulling at Eduaro’s left shoe, then his right. After he had removed them, he carefully set them to the side, as if he was at home and company was coming. After turning back to Eduardo, he ran his hands over the arch of Eduardo’s left foot. Eduardo shivered, his bare foot curling around Mark’s fingers. Mark then went to his right foot, picking it up and slowly running his index up the arch, his other hand holding Eduardo’s leg in place so that he wouldn’t get kneed in the face.
Then he set Eduardo’s foot back onto the floor and leaned back on his knees. His eyes flicked back up to see that Eduardo was now pressing against the door, his hips thrust forward, hands trying in vain to scrape against the back of the door, to grab on. “Take your jacket off.” Mark ordered, and Eduardo looked down at him like he was speaking a foreign language. But slowly he did as he was ordered, unzipping his jacket quickly, pulling his arms out and shrugging it off, tossing it in the general direction of the bed. He went to take his shirt off, but Mark raised a hand into a stop position. “No, just the jacket.”

Mark realized he hadn’t planned this very well, he should have gone head down not feet then head but he was already in too deep to do anything but continue. He pulled himself back up, head grazing Eduardo’s chin, and slowly started to unbutton Eduardo’s warm flannel shirt, one button at a time. As he did so, he spread the shirt out on Eduardo’s chest even further, the tan skin warmer than Mark had ever felt. He felt himself getting hard, but this wasn’t about him. This was about Eduardo. Once he got to the last button, he ran his hands up through Eduardo’s trail of hair which were cut off by his boxer-briefs’ waistband. He looped his index around Eduardo’s belly button, then his other hand joined his left hand as he pushed the shirt off Eduardo’s chest, Eduardo aiding by shrugging it off his shoulders, the shirt to trap Eduardo’s arms by wrists.

Mark laughed softly. Eduardo would button his wrist buttons, that’s who he was. Mark picked up Eduardo’s left hand, pulling at his wrist and unbuttoning the cuff, pulling the shirt off then kissing the center of Eduardo’s palm. He repeated the action on Eduardo’s right hand. The shirt got caught under Eduardo’s ass, which had pressed back as his chest had gotten attention, but when Mark dropped his hands to Eduardo’s hips, they canted forward, offering the skin to Mark. The shirt fell softly to the floor.

With a quick breath in, Mark knelt back down, his eyes at Eduardo’s waist. He took his hands and spread them along the waistband of the pants, eyes taking it in. Eduardo was truly hard now, his bulge throbbing at the zipper, and Mark knew he was teasing him. He took his left hand and unbuttoned Eduardo’s pants, sliding his index finger along the zipper. Eduardo’s breath hitched, and Mark quickly unzipped Eduardo’s pants, pulling at them until the fell to pool around his feet. Then Mark again lifted Eduardo’s legs up one at a time to pull the pants off his person, pants legs long and difficult to get off.

“How do you put these on in the morning?” Mark muttered, and Eduardo choked out a laugh, his breath seemingly labored.

“One leg at a time.” Eduardo’s voice had gone back to sleep husky, though this time he was aware of his accent, the depth of his voice, but he wasn’t aware of it’s effect on Mark.

“I wish you talked like that all of the time. When you woke up on the train, it was so fucking sexy, your voice so low. I was trying so hard to not show it but I was so fucking turned on when your voice is like that, Eduardo.”

i know i'm lost -- 18b/?

Eduardo groaned, saying something Mark translated as a keep going. So Mark kept going. He tossed the pants behind him, hoping they had landed somewhere far, far away. Mark was glad the lighting was done in the room so the light flushed Eduardo, every bit of his mostly naked body glowing with tan.

Eduardo’s boxer-briefs, black with a gray Calvin Klein logo on the waistline, hid nothing. Eduardo’s length was pressing the fabric to its limits. Eduardo keened forward as Mark pressed his lips to the point where Eduardo’s underwear met his leg. He then nosed his way up Eduardo’s leg, nose brushing Eduardo’s erection, then went to the other leg, biting playfully at this side’s seam. Eduardo groaned, but Mark took that as a good thing, so he nosed back past the waistband and bit at Eduardo’s belly button as his hands came to box Eduardo’s hips in.

Then he heard it. “Mark. Mark Mark Mark keep going. Mark Mark Mark.” Mark knew Eduardo was close even though Mark had barely touched him.
So Mark started at the waistband, starting to pull them down Eduardo’s legs. He laughed as he finally saw Eduardo’s real skin color, though it took a few inches until it was exposed. It was pale, almost as light as Mark’s, but it was still light, the dark hair striking in comparison. They slid off easily, and Eduardo lifted one foot now, knowing the routine. Mark liked to be unpredictable, but now was not the time to try and change it up when it wasn’t about his preferences anymore – it was all about Eduardo.

It had always been.

Mark’s breathed sped up as he went back up towards Eduardo’s dick, concentrating on what Tyler had taught him.

Teeth are bad, Mark. Hollow your cheeks like you’re drinking a soda. Don’t worry about gagging, it’s okay if you do. Oh yeah, just like that.

Eduardo’s dick had bobbed up to hit his stomach, and Mark brought his hand up to lick it wet. He looked up to find Eduardo staring down at him, pupils all but present, biting his lip in what Mark hoped was anticipation.

Mark grabbed him, stroking him one, twice, and Eduardo whined, high pitched in the back of his throat. He knew Eduardo was going to come soon, and he breathed in heavily before covering his teeth and pulling Eduardo into his mouth. It was salty, his sense buds said to his brain, and Eduardo moaned loudly, deeply. It was like every wet dream Mark had ever had, everything Mark had ever wanted, and he sucked in quickly, a sensory overload of velvet and salt and hard and Eduardo was panting hard, hands pulling in Mark’s hair and he was saying something to Mark but Mark was so focused. To him, this was exactly like coding, like reading a line of perl and knowing that he had it down perfectly, his system would be top of the line and no one would stop that. He wore headphones not to distance himself from the world but to signal he wouldn’t be able ot hear the comments that people would throw at him while he was focused, though he did want to hear Eduardo’s.

So he opened his ears, and Eduardo’s voice poured over him. “Mark how the fuck did you get so good at this pourra your mouth should be an illegal substance because this is so good” and Mark knew by the deep breath Eduardo took that the stamina train was coming to an end. Mark ran his hand down Eduardo’s thigh as he hollowed out his cheeks, trying to take Eduardo in a full as possible before he came. Mark led his hands to where his bottom lip was, tracing the curves of Eduardo’s most private area then ran his finger gently over Eduardo’s balls, one two and then seconds later he felt a guttural moan escape Eduaro’s mouth and Eduardo came.

Mark swallowed hard, like when he had a popsicle and he wanted his whole mouth to be cold, not just his tongue. He bracketed Eduardo’s hips and pushed them back against the door, thump thump, and Eduardo relaxed back, Mark following him until Eduardo was dry and his breathing slowed.

i know i'm lost -- 18c/?

When Mark felt Eduardo’s hands drop to his shoulders, he let Eduardo go, drop out of his mouth and back against his skin. He looked up to find Eduardo looking down, a smile close to a smirk on his face. Then Mark’s body screamed out for him to touch himself, and so he went down, his eyes still meeting Eduardo’s, undoing his zipper. Mark hadn’t worn underwear today, so when he stuck his hand, still a tad slick from earlier, into his pants, he was met with a sigh of pleasure from his body. Eduardo’s eyes flared, and Mark rutted against his hand, biting his lip in concentration between getting himself off and watching Eduardo, taking in Eduardo watching him get off.

This was hot, and Eduardo pushed at Mark’s shoulders, telling him to scoot back. Mark did so, his hand still on his dick, determined to get himself off. With a thunk, Eduardo joined him on the floor, face to face, bare chest to hoodie. Eduardo kissed Mark, kissed him so hard Mark could feel it in his heart, his soul, and most definitely his dick, which throbbed harder in Mark’s hand as he started back up. Eduardo, instead of interrupting Mark while he got himself off, reached his hands behind Mark and stuck it under his hoodie, his shirt, down, rubbing Mark’s lower back down to his ass, and palmed Mark’s bare ass in his jeans, pinching and rubbing until suddenly Mark came, his vision blacking out for a moment, panting into Eduardo’s open collarbone.

As he came down from his orgasm, he felt Eduardo’s hands come back up to his lower back, pulling at his hoodie until Mark got the strength to pull it off, over his head.

“Mark, you should get naked.” Eduardo said, his accent heavy. Mark breathed out, his hand slowly worrying the hem of his t-shirt. He wasn’t tan. He wasn’t perfectly groomed and he probably smelled like train and sweat and a little bit of the cologne he had put on this morning. “Mark, seriously, you should get naked. Do we get room service here? I’m starving, and I bet you are too. Come on.”

And with that, Mark felt himself being pulled to his feet, and his t-shirt was pulled at once he got back up. He lifted his arms, and Eduardo pulled the shirt off, folding it then neatly bending down to put it next to Eduardo’s shoes. Mark pulled at his pants, unready to show himself to Eduardo. What if he looked like an idiot? Eduardo and he were about the same size in that certain area, but Eduardo’s just looked better. Not awkwardly white and pasty.

“Mark, seriously, take off your pants and check your email or something. Please.” And with the sort of half-whine, half-plead that Eduardo made the word become, Mark did it, slowly stripping himself of his pants until he could easily step out of them and pick up the suitcase, dragging towards the queen bed in the middle of the room. As Eduardo ordered dinner for them, Mark distractedly checked his email, then his Tumblr, then his phone, which had a picture message from Dustin of Chris focusing hard on something.

he’s at my house right now.

Mark grinned. Dustin was an idiot. glad you’re having fun (; be careful. I know I am.

After smirking at the phone, he laid back on the bed, testing it’s firmness and how soft the pillows were. Once he had significantly flattened the pillows he grabbed the remote as Eduardo slid onto the other side of the bed, snuggling into Mark’s chest as Mark flipped through the channels, finally landing on a rerun of Cheers that was mindless but good enough to sit through.

As they relaxed, Mark thought about how lucky he was, and stroked Eduardo’s head absently as Frasier made a crack about his wife.

“Now don’t you go to sleep on me, Mark.” Eduardo chastised. “I have plans for you – deflowering, part two.”

“I always knew you were in this for my body.” Mark deadpanned, and Eduardo laughed as he traced a hand over Mark’s flat stomach.

“Oh yeah, nerd chic. My favorite.”

Re: i know i'm lost -- 18c/?

you didn't have to be worried, it was great!! (:

Re: i know i'm lost -- 18c/?

aww thank you.(((: i'm always worried.

Re: i know i'm lost -- 18c/?

I just now got around to reading this, and this is what I thought:
<3 <3 <3 <3 <3
It was amazing.