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[PART FOUR] CLOSED
THE SOCIAL NETWORK KINK MEME


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♥ alphabetize pairings/threesomes/moresomes. (e.g. Eduardo/Mark/Sean etc.)
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PLEASE READ THE FOLLOWING;

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.
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FILL: call to me with words i never knew (1/?)

(Anonymous)
a/n: as i started writing this i realized that it's going to take some thought and, um, probably length, but i wanted to get this down for now, more later!

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They are at dinner. Not a dinner – just dinner. Mark has to keep reminding himself of the difference. He has never been to a non-business function with a business-related person before.

The investor is tall and dark and ridiculous. He's built lean, like he isn't meant to ever wear anything but well-tailored suits, and he's cradling the wine list with a practiced hand and saying something cheerily unintelligible. Mark isn't in flip-flops, but it was a close thing. He's been trying all day to figure out why this guy would be even remotely interested in doing anything with him besides signing whatever papers investors sign and getting back on his airplane, and so far, the list is empty. Mark's mental cursor is blinking steadily on a blank screen.

"If I got a bottle of the Brumont, would you help me finish it?" The investor's name, Mark is fairly certain, is Eduardo, and he wants to split a bottle of red wine with Mark. At least, Mark's pretty sure that's a red. He raises an eyebrow.

"Yeah," he says.

"Great!"

Eduardo flags down their waiter and orders their wine. Mark watches, his face flat, and then Eduardo turns back to him.

"So, Mark," he says, fingering his fork, "I guess you don’t usually do this."

"What?"

"Have dinner with investors." Eduardo's eyes are sparkling a bit like he's smiling, but his mouth is still set low in that politely curious curve. Mark wonders how he does that, smile without needing to use his mouth.

He takes a sip of his water. "Not unless someone tells me to," he says. "Or unless the investor asks." He inclines his glass to Eduardo. "And you're the first one who's asked." He frowns slightly. Eduardo really is smiling a little now, and it takes Mark a moment's consideration to decide he's not being mocked. "Which I'm still not sure why you did."

Eduardo shrugs, leans back. "You're an interesting guy, aren't you?" he asks, like he just wants confirmation. Mark shrugs in kind.

"Sometimes I find that keeping everything strictly business can be stifling," Eduardo says after a thoughtful pause, drawing a finger through the condensation on his water glass. "You need to let a relationship breathe."

Relationship, Mark thinks drily.

"Or, at least, it lets me see the part of you that isn't all business." Mark can tell Eduardo would be winking here if he was a little less classy. "If that part exists."

"Guess you'll have to see for yourself," Mark says. He isn't trying to be coy; he actually doesn't know for sure either way. He can tell Eduardo thinks this is adorable, though, and he's not sure what to make of that.

The wine comes. Mark takes two long sips as soon as the waiter's finished pouring it. It's very good, good enough to make him a little nervous, and he can see Eduardo watching him. Great. That helps a lot.

Re: FILL: call to me with words i never knew (1/?)

I love the dynamic you're setting up for them. Super excited for more.

Re: FILL: call to me with words i never knew (1/?)

(Anonymous)
OH MARK. I love him so. And I love when Eduardo is so clearly amused by him. This is a really great start, can't wait for more.

Re: FILL: call to me with words i never knew (1/?)

Anon, I love this,honestly. I kept rereading part 1 for their (Mark's and Eduardo's) interactions. Can't wait for more. :D

Re: FILL: call to me with words i never knew (1/?)

(Anonymous)
OP here: OMG yes please!
This is made of win!
Mark is so awkward and adorable (omg, I want to hug him so much!) and Eduardo is so awesome and sweet and clearly thinks Mark is adorable.
I can't wait for more. ;)

FILL: call to me with words i never knew (2/?)

(Anonymous)
Eduardo swirls his glass around, sniffs it and takes an appraising sip. Mark wonders if he really knows anything about wine, or if he's only doing it that way because he knows you ought to, the way Mark would probably do. He guesses the former, but something about it still looks learned. He files that away as another question he'll probably never ask.

"So," he says, uncomfortable in the brief silence – and that's weird, it's all weird, he never cares about silence or other people's personal histories or the way they drink their wine – "what do you think of the company?"

"The company?" Eduardo laughs, and Mark's a tiny bit taken aback. "The company's great. Really, it is. My money's in good hands."

"Good to hear," Mark says, and he means it. He feels like Eduardo is talking straight with him, for some reason, and he doesn't often get that impression from investors. Or from anyone, really, except Chris and Dustin. Certainly not from Sean. He isn't nineteen anymore, and he's learned to be a little wary of people who seem too good to be true.

Which is why he's suddenly very conscious of how it feels to be around Eduardo, because Eduardo really does seem perfect – even though that's a ridiculous thing to think, but there it is – and he likes Mark, and he's buying him good wine and talking, amiably, just chatting now about nothing, and Mark doesn't feel compelled to look away from his face.

He tunes back in, deciding to ignore this problem for the time being. Eduardo is talking about the differences between the wine in California and in Brazil.

"You're from there?" Mark asks.

"Saõ Paulo," Eduardo says. "Have you ever been?"

Mark shakes his head. "Though I think we have an office there," he adds as an afterthought.

Eduardo laughs again. Mark never knew he was so goddamn funny.

"You've got to stop thinking about the company for one second," Eduardo says. He raises his glass and considers Mark for a moment, mouth quirked. "To life outside Facebook," he says finally.

Mark has spent a lot of drunken nights clinking solo cups with Chris and Dustin, and he's never toasted to anything so outrageous in his life.

***

"I don't know," Mark says, throwing up his hands defensively and sloshing a little of his beer over his knuckles in the process. He did have a respectable amount of wine at dinner, and now Chris and Dustin seem to think that by plying him with more alcohol they'll be able to coax nonexistent details out of him.

"There must have been a reason," Chris says.

"Yeah, I mean, who would want to go out to dinner with you?" Dustin says, snickering, and Mark knows that he's joking, but at the same time it's obviously the heart of the matter. Mark doesn't really have an answer himself.

"Did he just want to talk Facebook?" Chris asks, as though this would be a plausible excuse.

"Not really." Mark takes a swig of beer. "We just talked." It was nice, he thinks but doesn't say, because the mere fact that that sentence occurred to him is enough to make him wonder whether he's fallen into some kind of alternate universe.

"Did you get digits?" Dustin asks, grinning.

"Yes," Mark says churlishy.

"Well, tell him to come hang out sometime, if he's so interested," Chris says, shrugging, still wearing a slightly confused frown. "He's, what, a year older than us?"

"Yeah."

"Must have his shit together," Dustin says, raising an eyebrow.

Mark shrugs.

He waits until Chris and Dustin have gone home to get his phone out, and he spends a good deal of time staring at it before tapping out, you play halo? how about friday, and hitting send before he can second guess.

He gets a response as he's falling into bed half an hour later: sure. beck's ok?

He has to give Eduardo credit, he thinks as he texts back cool, for not being the kind of guy who would add a smiley face.

FILL: call to me with words i never knew (3/?)

(Anonymous)
a/n: so i'm trying to keep the boys in character while recognizing that they'd be very different people at this stage without the influence of what happened between them in canon. hopefully it's a happy medium!


Halo and Beck's on Friday at Mark's place goes remarkably, almost inconceivably well. Mark keeps getting caught giving Eduardo a sort of shocked and incredulous stare. It's a little embarrassing, but he can't help it. He's just not used to someone being so unfazed by him.

"You'll have to excuse Mark," Dustin says to Eduardo. "We don't let him out very often."

The death glare Mark shoots Dustin over Eduardo's shoulder is only half-hearted, because Dustin is right in what he was implying, which is that Mark has no clue how to go about making a new friend. Shit, he just never wanted one, ever, and everybody knows it. The real question is why Eduardo doesn't seem to give a fuck.

Eduardo hasn't played Halo since college – Dartmouth, he admits a little sourly, his father's choice – because he hasn't been living like a man-child since then, unlike Dustin, Mark and Chris (in that order), but he picks it back up quick enough. They blow through the two six-packs he brought, and he grins carelessly when Dustin, as Dustin is wont to do, floats the idea of shots.

"Sometimes in this business it's tough to remember that I'm 24," he says, and the look he gives them is so patently grateful that Mark almost feels bad for him.

Soon enough, Eduardo starts speaking presumably profane Portuguese to the Halo people on the headset, and it has Dustin and Chris laughing their asses off even though they can't understand a word he's saying. Mark stares around at them all, bemused. He kind of likes this foursome thing. It's new and different and fun, and Mark, for all his faults, has never been one to turn down that combination.

***

Mark spends all weekend coding after that because he hasn't thought about doing so any of the times he's been around Eduardo and that scares him a little. It's good to sit at the keyboard for hours again, shut into tunnel vision – he has people to do this for him now, of course, and he can't pretend he and Dustin are sharing all the work anymore like at Harvard. But he stays up all night on Saturday anyway, typing without stopping, savoring that familiar hazed-out hyperfocused feeling.

He lets himself get wrapped in the characters on the screen without thinking about anything — the money, or the Winklevii, or the media appearances, or Eduardo slapping him on the back at four a.m. Friday night as he made his way to Mark's guest bedroom, too drunk to drive.

Mark had woken groggy on Saturday and stumbled out into the hall, following the smell of coffee from places unknown. Eduardo's face in the kitchen had been a momentary shock, and then confusing, and then for some reason it had made Mark feel odd, unfamiliar, kind of knotted up inside. Eduardo, bustling around Mark's kitchen in borrowed sweats and last night's dress shirt, had somehow looked so much different than Chris or Dustin doing the same.

Mark blinks. His fingers have stalled on the keyboard, and he's staring fixedly at the cork from the bottle of wine they'd shared at dinner earlier that week, the Brumont. Eduardo had pressed it happily into his hand afterward, and now it sits perched on top of one of the speakers.

Mark shakes himself and goes back to work, taking a wide-eyed swig of Red Bull and pinching himself on the wrist with his fingernails in order to stay on task. That had been an odd digression, he thinks, but by hour twenty-six it's out of his mind.

Re: FILL: call to me with words i never knew (3/?) - (Anonymous), 2011-03-21 09:18 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL: call to me with words i never knew (3/?) - (Anonymous), 2011-03-22 12:07 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL: call to me with words i never knew (3/?) - (Anonymous), 2011-03-22 12:50 am (UTC)(Expand)

FILL: call to me with words i never knew (4/?)

(Anonymous)
He slouches into work on Monday morning, still deep in his sleep deficit but well-practiced at dealing with that, and he doesn't glance left or right the entire way along the familiar route through the bullpen, which takes him by Chris and Dustin's stations, still unoccupied this early.

He gets all the way to the door of his glass-walled office before he sees Eduardo sitting on the edge of his desk.

Eduardo waves, kicking his legs. Mark pushes the door open.

"Hi," Eduardo says.

"Hi," Mark says cautiously. "Can I help you?"

Eduardo's smile flickers briefly, and it's with slight bemusement that he says, "Just saying hi."

"Hi," Mark says, flicking an eyebrow, and he goes and sits behind his desk and lays his fingers on the keyboard out of habit, even though he hasn't thought of what he has to do today yet.

Eduardo swings his legs around so that he's facing Mark, and only when he speaks a long moment later does Mark realize Eduardo's been studying him this whole time.

"Drinks tonight?"

Mark looks up. Eduardo's voice is kind of soft – like he wants to land the question gently, like he's not sure what answer he'll get.

"Yeah," Mark says blankly.

"You can bring Chris and Dustin."

"Okay."

Eduardo's still looking at him, his smile tiny in his mouth and brighter in his eyes. It's the kind of affectionate, unsure look Mark most often gets from his mother and he has no idea how to return it. He nudges his mouse and the computer screen comes to life. Emails from his assistant, revised wireframes for the redesign, brainstorming for names of new features. He looks back up at Eduardo.

"Okay," Eduardo says. He's still wearing that little smile, and he hops off the desk. "I'll call you tonight."

Mark nods and turns back to the screen.

"Bye, Mark," Eduardo says, off-handed, as he's pushing open the door.

"Bye, Wardo," Mark says to his screen.

Eduardo stops and turns. He blinks at Mark a couple of times, one hand on the door handle, until finally Mark looks up at him.

"What?"

"Nothing," Eduardo says, and he's smiling full-on now, shaking his head. "Nothing."

And he leaves.

Mark feels the presence of that smile in the room for the rest of the day, like a shaft of sunlight through the window. He finds himself humming later, and he goes red, even though he's alone.

Re: FILL: call to me with words i never knew (4/?) - (Anonymous), 2011-03-22 08:04 pm (UTC)(Expand)

FILL: call to me with words i never knew (5/?)

(Anonymous)
thanks for all encouragement, guys!!! i really appreciate it :)

The thing about Eduardo is that Mark really has not been able to trace the origins of his interest. As far as Mark knows, he doesn't put off any vibes like he's looking for a friend. In fact, he's fairly sure he puts off the opposite. And yet here they are – drinks on a Monday night, and his shoulders half-stiff as Eduardo throws an arm around them in the bar and Chris and Dustin order Jägerbombs, and he only met this guy a week ago and this is really pushing the limits of what he's able to understand.

Mark prattles drunkenly on for a while about how he thinks he'll probably go on a coding bender for a day or two starting tomorrow morning, because it's been a while since he did that, even though it hasn't but it feels like it, and the wireframes look like shit and he wants to throw them out. Eduardo nods like he understands, and he listens, and he lets Mark talk, which Mark guesses he appreciates.

Mark knows that if he was Eduardo he wouldn't be retaining any of this, so it comes as something of a surprise when at two a.m., Eduardo nudges him in the ribs and says, "Want to get going?"

"What?" They're shouting over the noise of the bar.

"You should sleep," Eduardo says, downing the rest of his drink in one swallow, chin tipped up. "You said you were gonna stay up after tomorrow morning."

"Oh," Mark says. He considers this. "Uh, okay." Chris and Dustin are still going strong, but Mark hasn't really invested in raging tonight. He's just drinking and standing around and yelling. It's like this a lot.

"Okay," Eduardo says. The volume of the conversation is making everything sound a lot more exciting than it is. "We're taking off," he yells in Chris and Dustin's general direction, and Mark's suddenly aware of a congenial palm against the middle of his back. He holds still.

Chris waves, grinning, and yells, "See ya!" Dustin is laughing uncontrollably into Chris' shoulder, but he kind of flings a hand at them in farewell.

Eduardo steers Mark out of the bar.

The night is seasonably warm, the sky starless and the yards on either side of them loud with crickets. Mark likes California, because he likes not having to worry about the difference between indoor and outdoor. He doesn't have to pay attention here when he moves from one place to another.

He shoves his hands in his hoodie pockets, weaving a little. Eduardo isn't saying anything, but the silence feels companionable. This isn't a new concept to Mark – he's always perfectly fine not to talk – but he'd grown used to Eduardo trying to fill these spaces. Actually, now that he thinks about it, it's kind of strange that he isn't.

"Hey," he says, quietly, glancing over at Eduardo. He's just prompting him.

Eduardo makes a noncommittal sort of face, glancing at Mark and smiling briefly, and then sort of chuckling to himself. He has a look of drunk concentration that Mark knows well – like he's gearing up to say something he considers to be very grand and serious, but he hasn't quite sorted the words out yet.

They keep walking in silence for a while, and Mark thinks about the May air on his face and how fluffy and ridiculous Eduardo's hair is getting in the breeze.

"So," he says finally, as the thought occurs to him and before he remembers that Eduardo had seemed to be on the verge of speaking, "I don't think I understand why you're doing this."

Eduardo just looks at him.

"Walking you home?"

"No," Mark says shortly, and he thinks, you are? because he guesses he just thought Eduardo lived over this way.

"You mean like hanging out with you?"

Mark shrugs, averting his eyes. He wishes already that he hadn't started this conversation. The portion of him that cares, that's paying attention – and it's a larger portion than he's quite willing to admit – doesn't want this thing with Eduardo to crumble under scrutiny.

FILL: call to me with words i never knew (6/?)

(Anonymous)
Eduardo's smiling, though. "I like you," he says, like he's announcing it. Like that's the easiest thing in the world to say out loud to someone, to mean hardly anything by, to just mean, and that's all. Mark looks at him and then looks quickly away again.

Eduardo nudges him gently with his shoulder and they both trip over their own feet. Eduardo laughs, soft. The sound makes the tension in Mark's shoulders ease a little.

"You're not the same—" Eduardo starts, and he furrows his brow, the drunken loss for words returning. "The same as my usual friends."

Mark concentrates on keeping one foot in front of the other. It feels like they've been walking very fast for a long time, but in reality they're kind of strolling, and he doesn't feel much of a rush, to be honest.

"My usual friends," and Eduardo sniffs, or maybe hiccups, "are businesspeople." Mark thinks about saying something about how he is a businessperson but he knows he'd just get a well-deserved pitying look at that. "And they're not…"

There's a shadow across his face for a moment, and Mark remembers when he'd said that thing during Halo about forgetting sometimes that he's 24.

Finally, Eduardo shrugs. "They're just not like you." He smiles triumphantly. "There. Your turn."

"My turn what?" Mark says. They make a turn – Mark's street. He hadn't noticed. It's five houses down to his house, and he realizes he's slowing slightly, trying to prolong things. He wonders if Eduardo's going to want to stay over again or if he's just going to drop him off.

"Your turn about why you're hanging out with me," Eduardo says.

"Because you're hanging out with me," Mark says blankly. He knows it sounds evasive, but he can't think how he would put it another way. He braces for Eduardo to try another angle, to attempt to draw some imagined emotion out of Mark. It's what people always do. It's why he doesn't like people, for the most part.

But the other angle doesn't come. Eduardo's just smiling at him, a little wobbly. Eduardo always seems to be smiling at him. When they'd first met, Mark had been inclined to let it unnerve him, but by now he's used to it, which is nice.

They're at his door, and he steps onto his front stoop, looking questioningly at Eduardo.

Eduardo glances around, grins, and says, "Oh." He bursts out laughing, and Mark smiles a little, feeling warm. "I don't know why I didn't go home," Eduardo says, grinning. "I just followed you."

"You can have the guest room again if you want," Mark says, and Eduardo troops inside after him like they've been doing this for years.

Re: FILL: call to me with words i never knew (6/?) - (Anonymous), 2011-03-23 03:53 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL: call to me with words i never knew (6/?) - (Anonymous), 2011-03-23 01:58 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL: call to me with words i never knew (6/?) - (Anonymous), 2011-03-23 03:55 pm (UTC)(Expand)

FILL: call to me with words i never knew (7/?)

(Anonymous)
Unlike last weekend, Mark's very aware of Eduardo's presence in the house as soon as he opens his eyes on Tuesday morning. Still, he showers and dresses and generally prepares himself to stay at the office for at least the next 36 hours. He feels slightly more human afterward as he pads down the hall to wake Eduardo.

Mark knocks hesitantly on the closed door of the guest room, and when there's no answer he opens it slowly, peering in. Bright white morning sunlight is edging between the slats of the blinds, and Eduardo is twisted in the sheets with his face mashed into a pillow, one arm thrust beneath it. He's wearing the same pair of Mark's sweatpants he had borrowed last time, but he's folded his dress shirt neatly on the floor by the bedside table. The corner of Mark's mouth twitches. Eduardo sleeps like a college student.

"Eduardo," he says. Eduardo doesn't stir, so Mark steps all the way into the room, feeling heinously awkward, and lays a hand on Eduardo's duvet-clad side.

"Hey, Wardo," he says, a little louder.

Eduardo stirs, and then opens his eyes, inhaling sharp through his nose. He looks up blearily at Mark.

"What time is it?" he yawns.

"I'm going to work," Mark says.

Eduardo squeezes his eyes shut and pushes his face into the pillow as he stretches. "Should eat something," he mutters, muffled.

Mark blinks. "OK," he says.

"I'm coming," Eduardo grumbles, even though Mark isn't trying to get him to do anything. He leads the way down the hall to the kitchen, rubbing the back of his neck, and Mark follows, bemused.

He leans in the doorframe and watches Eduardo putter in his kitchen, making coffee, pouring cereal. Eduardo looks at home here, even if it is only his second visit. He looks more at home here than Mark thinks he himself ever has.

Eduardo sits on the counter and Mark leans against the fridge as they eat in sleepy silence.

"You still planning to stay up, then?" Eduardo says after a while.

"Yeah," Mark says around his spoon.

Eduardo nods and shrugs in a well, nothing I can do about that sort of way.

"Here," he says when Mark sets his empty bowl in the sink and goes for the coffee. He rummages for a moment until he finds a travel mug, dumps Mark's coffee into it and hands it back to him.

"Thanks, mom," Mark says. He thinks Dustin probably would have said thanks, honey, but for him it would have felt weird. Eduardo laughs, though, and watches Mark reach for the sugar. Mark has a strange feeling Eduardo's counting the spoonfuls – not because he disapproves, but because he wants to know for next time.

A small part of Mark, hidden in a place he's only vaguely aware of, is smiling at the thought of someone knowing how to keep him functioning, for when he forgets. He doesn't require much – just a lot of sugar in his coffee, and a reminder to go to bed occasionally and maybe a person to stand in the kitchen and eat cereal with, if he's lucky. It's different than a roommate. It feels more solid, in a way that's unfamiliar but that Mark is starting to think he would like to get to know.

***

Eduardo lets him be as he sits silent in his office and codes through the evening and into the night. There isn't anything investor-y happening at the office today – there wasn't the last time Eduardo was here, either, but Mark still takes note of his absence. He likes to be able to anticipate things if there's a chance they might have a pattern.

He gets a text around 1:30 in the morning.

still at it?

Eduardo. He texts back, yeah.

The response is quick: wow you weren't kidding. shit, i'm going to bed, have fun

i'll be here in the morning, he replies.

you're ridiculous. night, Eduardo says.

His phone buzzes one more time, twenty minutes later: don't work too hard

It makes Mark smile. It's the first time he's stopped seeing lines of code branded onto the insides of his eyelids since this morning, and he coasts for a while after that, typing steadily, Red Bull forgotten on the corner of his desk.

Re: FILL: call to me with words i never knew (7/?) - (Anonymous), 2011-03-24 01:56 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL: call to me with words i never knew (7/?) - (Anonymous), 2011-03-24 04:45 pm (UTC)(Expand)

FILL: call to me with words i never knew (8/?)

(Anonymous)
Sometimes it stuns Mark that he's only known Eduardo for a few weeks. Maybe he's not used to making friends who aren't abject nerds just like him; maybe he's out of practice. But he thinks Eduardo's worked harder than people usually do.

He wonders sometimes if his reputation preceded him.

But that doesn't matter, because Eduardo's here now and things are turning out the way they are, regardless of how they got started.

And the way things are – they're easy, and simple, and they don't come with any caveats. Not yet, anyway. Eduardo does say things sometimes, deliberately nonspecific nods to his family that come with a brief darkening of his eyes. Eduardo has a very expressive face, in a way Mark's never noticed in anyone before. It's possible that he just wasn't looking – but he's looking with Eduardo. It's hard not to notice, what with the way Eduardo's face flickers and sways with the flux of his thoughts, when he's listening to someone speak, when he's looking studiously, sincerely into their eyes. Add that to the list of Eduardo habits that should make Mark deeply uncomfortable by all precedents, but for some unknown reason are not.

Eduardo wears his heart on his sleeve, and Mark thinks it's remarkable how different that is from him. He doesn't have the schema to be anything like the way Eduardo is, vocal and emotional and unafraid in some ways, though Mark suspects that might be something of a defense mechanism. Mark is brazen, but there's a difference. He wears things heavy in the base of his skull when they're going wrong, a constant headache, showing nothing more than pinched eyebrows and the taut set of his shoulders. His sleeves stay clear. He keeps his heart out of sight and out of mind.

It's kind of ridiculous, Mark thinks. This is the most thought he's put into anything to do with relationships since he made Facebook.

He gets Chipotle with Chris and Dustin after his coding tear is over but before he gets any sleep, two nights later, and he's zoning out when he hears Eduardo's name.

"What?" he says, sliding back into focus.

Chris and Dustin glance at each other. Dustin is grinning.

"We were just saying that, uh, that looks like it's going well," he says.

"What?"

"With Eduardo."

Mark's still not getting it.

"Your friendship," Dustin says, pronouncing it carefully, as though Mark won't recognize the word.

"Oh." Mark takes a bite of the guacamole section of his burrito. "Yeah."

Chris is smiling tentatively.

"It's good to see you with someone," he says. Dustin chokes on his drink.

"We're not dating," Mark says. Dustin coughs and Mark gives him a stern look.

"It's not like I can't find the middle ground between having no friends and being, like, married," he says., and then, he wonders if that's true. Well, not the marriage part, exactly but there's something to it.

"You guys have just been spending a lot of time together," Chris says, glancing at Dustin. It's precisely what Mark's brain was trying and failing to arrive at. He shrugs.

"He's a good guy," he said. "He figured out how to use my coffee maker."

Chris raises an eyebrow, and Dustin says, biting down on a smile, "Well, that explains it."

Mark knows what they want to ask – what's Eduardo got that literally no other person ever has, where Mark and stable friendships with people who aren't his roommates are concerned? But he's not sure he knows the answer to that yet, or at least he's not sure he could articulate it in a way that doesn't make him look like a lunatic.

He steals one of Dustin's chips and keeps quiet. Scrutiny worries him a little – he'd rather avoid it for the time being if he can. It's better, he thinks, not to mess with a good thing.

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apologies in advance that this section will make no sense if you don't know how a proper tequila shot works

Mark passes out in a haze of Chipotle and sleep deprivation and wakes up on time for work the next day. His first groggy instinct is to reach for his phone and scroll to Eduardo's name. It's just – it's been a while since they were in touch, if a while is less than two days.

Still, he texts him, free tonight?

The response is a quick def, i'll provide the booze. Mark supposes Eduardo must be getting ready for work too, though he doesn't really know what investors get up to when they're not at Facebook.

Mark shoots the shit with Chris and Dustin that day in the bullpen, giving them the starting point of Mark's place and Eduardo and the novel idea of "drinking" and watching them run wild. It is eventually declared that tequila shall be required, and Mark texts Eduardo accordingly.

He takes a nap when he gets home – he's got some kind of feeling about tonight, even if it's just going to be the four of them. He wakes up with the Black Eyed Peas song stuck in his head.

Eduardo's on his doorstep at eight sharp, holding a fifth of Sauza in a black plastic bag, two limes and a salt grinder. He smiles. He looks genuinely just pleased to see Mark. Mark steps back to let him in and gives him a sort of slap between the shoulders in greeting, which he immediately feels kind of weird about after as he shuts the door and follows Eduardo into the living room. Mark does not do physical.

"I brought my own sweatpants this time," Eduardo says, nudging the bag on his shoulder with his hip.

"War-do!" Dustin calls as they round the corner. He's already got a beer in hand, sprawled out in Mark's armchair.

Chris pokes his head out of the kitchen, waving. Eduardo waves back ,and, grinning, he lays his supplies out on the coffee table in front of Dustin, who fist-pumps his approval.

"Excellent," he says. Eduardo sits down heavily on the couch and Mark joins him, after a moment's survey of the room. Chris comes in, carrying shot glasses and a cutting board and knife for the limes, pulls up the ottoman and begins to slice. As soon as he's done, Dustin reaches out to grab his wrist and lick the back of his hand with a slurping noise. Eduardo laughs as Chris snatches his hand back, pulling a face.

Dustin picks up the salt shaker and a lime slice and brandishes them at Chris.

"What shall we toast to first?"

By 11 p.m., they are, at the very least, far deeper into the tequila than anyone should be so early in a given evening. They're listening to a remix of something unidentifiable, and Chris and Dustin are arguing loudly about what could possibly be wrong with the PS3. Dustin keeps proclaiming that he misses the days of DDR and Final Fantasy X and Chris has to stop trying to fix the PlayStation so that he can curl up on the floor and laugh until he cries.

Mark and Eduardo are still on the couch, though they've sunk progressively lower against the cushions. Mark is still sucking on his most recent lime slice. Eduardo looks at him and grins, flushed, and Mark grins back to reveal a wedge of green rind.

Eduardo licks some excess salt off the back of his hand and sighs loudly, throwing his arms over the back of the couch, brushing Mark's shoulder.

"You have no idea how good it feels to act like I'm still in school," he says.

Mark pops the lime out of his mouth and licks his lips. "What would you usually do?" he asks.

"I dunno." Eduardo takes a swig of his beer. "Bars," he says. "Bars that aren't sweaty. Dinner with colleagues." He puts a sarcastic affectation on the word and gestures to Mark with his beer in what Mark assumes is a concession of the fact that Eduardo had already subjected him to such a thing.

"That's probably what I should be doing," Mark watches Dustin and Chris half-wrestle drunkenly in front of the TV.

Eduardo's eyes are crinkled at the corners. He laughs to himself.

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"Old habits die hard," he says. He's looking at Mark again.

"What," Mark says. He picks up another lime wedge and bites into it for something to do.

"Nothing." Eduardo looks at the ceiling, still smiling. He curls his hand around the back of Mark's neck and squeezes lightly before letting go.

Mark purses his lips around the lime. The tequila is making him feel hot. Beer before liquor, never been sicker; liquor before beer, in the clear. That saying contains nothing about mixing the two, though, and nothing about the adverse effects of Eduardo's friendly, drunk presence beside him either. He gets up, thinking of getting something with ice in it.

The kitchen is dark, and he stands at the sink for a moment, feeling his center of gravity sway.

When he opens the freezer, he can see by its light that Eduardo is standing in the doorway.

"You okay?" Eduardo says, tapping his beer on his thigh in time to the music still emanating from the living room, mixed with the sound of Chris and Dustin's shenanigans.

"Yeah," Mark says. The cold feels good on his face. He is so drunk.

He pulls out the ice tray and drops it on the counter. The ice cubes jump, and he picks one up.

"Sometimes, I just—" he closes the freezer door and leans against the fridge, turning the ice cube over between his fingers, watching it melt. "I just wonder what's next," he says. He feels as surprised to be saying it as Eduardo looks to be hearing it. "You know, I just put everything into Facebook, and now it's like…" He frowns, and tosses the half-melted ice in the sink, wiping his wet hands on his jeans. "It's like, what now?"

"You're only 23," Eduardo says softly.

"But it's never going to be over." Mark's having trouble articulating himself. "I mean, I don't want it to be over. I'm going to be making it for the rest of my life."

He finds a glass and fills it halfway with ice, then starts rummaging for orange juice in the fridge. He can feel Eduardo's eyes on him and he wonders how he's going to finish this confession.

"It's just the only thing I have," he says finally, when he's got the orange juice in one hand and his glass in the other. He stands in the low dark of the kitchen and looks right at Eduardo, facing him. "And – and I'm still drinking tequila in my living room with my college roommates."

"It's not the only thing."

"I just want to know what the next step is," Mark says, hearing the frustration in his voice through the slight slur of the words. He shakes his glass so the ice cubes settle, and then he blinks at Eduardo.

"What'd you say?"

"I said it's not the only thing you have."

Mark feels a slightly incredulous smile dawn on his face.

"Are you talking about you?"

Eduardo grins, and Mark can see him flush a little. "I don't know," he says, taking a swig of his beer. "Maybe."

Mark snorts. "You're drunk," he says, brushing by Eduardo and heading back toward the living room with his ingredients.

"You're drunk," Eduardo says, stepping flush beside Mark and bumping his hip with his own.

"Good one," Mark says. Chris and Dustin seem to have given up on the PS3 and have begun playing what Mark recognizes after five seconds as the drunkest game of Left 4 Dead 2 he's has ever witnessed. He sits down on the couch and starts pouring tequila into his glass.

Eduardo sits next to him, one arm slung in the general direction of Mark's shoulders.

"Hey," he says suddenly, schooling his features into a bold attempt at sincerity that he nearly ruins with the quivering of his lip, "que será, será, yeah?"

Mark shakes his head. Eduardo gets very Portuguese-y when he's drunk.

"What will be, will be," Eduardo says, grinning. "Like in Spanish, too. Like the song."

Mark shrugs, and Eduardo actually ruffles his hair, affectionate and careless.

"Good talk," he says, looking back to Chris and Dustin getting totally owned by zombies on the TV, and Mark's glad he has a drink now, because he isn't sure what would be liable to come out of his mouth next if it wasn't occupied.

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It's immediately clear when Mark wakes up in the morning that Eduardo never made it into his sweatpants – or into the guest bed, because he's curled up on the couch, his long legs folded awkwardly, and Mark is on the couch too. Eduardo's got his head tucked against Mark's side, above his hip. Mark is sprawled so low he's almost on the floor, but his arm is draped over Eduardo. They're not tangled together. It's more deliberate than that, which is what makes Mark notice it in a way that's not just hungover and residual.

He closes his eyes again for a moment and then opens them, blinking against the light of the room with its half-closed shades. He wishes it was Saturday morning, not Friday, but he knows it's early, because he doesn't feel shitty enough. He might still be a little drunk. This means his hangover will hit him right around the time he gets to the office, which is fucking great.

He wants to stay here and, like, make eggs with Wardo and Chris and Dustin or something. He wants to go back to sleep right where he is.

He rubs his unencumbered hand over his face and looks down at Eduardo with his wide-open mouth and his absurd hair. There's a patch of skin visible where his shirt has ridden up, and it's right beneath the hand of the arm Mark has curved around Eduardo's side. He brushes his fingers over it, absently, watching them move.

Eduardo stirs and Mark lifts his hand away automatically, wedging it between the cushion and the back of the couch, but all that happens is Eduardo shifts beside him, reaching a hand over and laying it against his hip. Mark thinks he must still be sleeping. He doesn't know how to move in order to find Chris and Dustin or take a shower or brush the post-tequila foulness off his teeth. Eduardo's got him locked down with the palm of one hand and the top of his head nudging into Mark's ribs.

The couch is big enough that they didn't have to sleep this close. And there's an armchair. Mark tries to remember falling asleep, but it comes up blank.

The light is low and clear in the windows with the early threads of morning, and because Mark is still sitting paralyzed on the couch he reaches for last night in his mind again, trying to give himself context, for lack of anything else to do.

And he gets – he gets Wardo standing in the kitchen door in the dark, smiling, tapping his beer against his leg, saying, "It's not the only thing you have."

Mark looks down again. He doesn't understand anything that's happening – how this person came into his life so swiftly and succinctly and failed to leave. And he's never thought of someone as being so nice before, and, like, caring, and…there's something he can't place about Eduardo, like that he's impressed by him. But Mark isn't impressed by anyone, unless it's Sean Parker or something, and that's different.

And God, he never thinks like this. It's so weird. Eduardo is still asleep against his hip, snoring lightly, and Mark can feel the warmth off him, comfortable, like he'd rather always have it instead of not.

Eduardo stirs for real now, which is probably a good thing. Mark was starting to feel as though his train of thought was getting out of control there – tumbling in some unfamiliar direction, a free-fall.

Eduardo sits up slowly, running a hand through his hair and blinking heavily. He squints at Mark.

"Oh," he says slowly, "oh."

"Hi," Mark says.

Eduardo gives a kind of disgruntled mmph in response, stretching with those outrageously long limbs of his before slumping back against the couch, head tipped back. Mark finds himself looking at the arch of his neck, and he blinks out of it.

"I'm gonna go find Chris and Dustin," he says, standing.

"It's Friday, isn't it?" Eduardo says to the ceiling.

"Yeah."

"Awesome."

"Yeah."

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FILL: call to me with words i never knew (62/?) - (Anonymous), 2011-07-10 03:46 pm (UTC)(Expand)
FILL: call to me with words i never knew (63/?) - (Anonymous), 2011-07-10 03:46 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL: call to me with words i never knew (63/?) - (Anonymous), 2011-07-10 10:27 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL: call to me with words i never knew (63/?) - (Anonymous), 2011-07-12 01:40 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL: call to me with words i never knew (63/?) - (Anonymous), 2011-07-12 04:41 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL: call to me with words i never knew (63/?) - (Anonymous), 2011-07-14 08:07 am (UTC)(Expand)
FILL: call to me with words i never knew (64/?) - (Anonymous), 2011-07-20 04:40 am (UTC)(Expand)
FILL: call to me with words i never knew (65/?) - (Anonymous), 2011-07-23 11:37 pm (UTC)(Expand)
FILL: call to me with words i never knew (66/?) - (Anonymous), 2011-07-23 11:38 pm (UTC)(Expand)
FILL: call to me with words i never knew (67/?) - (Anonymous), 2011-07-23 11:39 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL: call to me with words i never knew (67/?) - (Anonymous), 2011-07-24 11:23 pm (UTC)(Expand)
FILL: call to me with words i never knew (68/?) - (Anonymous), 2011-08-03 05:23 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL: call to me with words i never knew (68/?) - (Anonymous), 2011-08-03 05:42 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL: call to me with words i never knew (68/?) - (Anonymous), 2011-08-03 05:48 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL: call to me with words i never knew (68/?) - (Anonymous), 2011-08-03 05:43 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL: call to me with words i never knew (68/?) - (Anonymous), 2011-08-04 08:52 pm (UTC)(Expand)
FILL: call to me with words i never knew (69/71) - (Anonymous), 2011-08-07 09:22 am (UTC)(Expand)
FILL: call to me with words i never knew (70/71) - (Anonymous), 2011-08-07 09:23 am (UTC)(Expand)
FILL: call to me with words i never knew (71/71) END! - (Anonymous), 2011-08-07 09:28 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL: call to me with words i never knew (71/71) END! - (Anonymous), 2011-08-07 02:33 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL: call to me with words i never knew (71/71) END! - (Anonymous), 2011-08-07 05:31 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL: call to me with words i never knew (71/71) END! - (Anonymous), 2011-08-08 04:38 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL: call to me with words i never knew (71/71) END! - (Anonymous), 2011-08-09 04:29 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL: call to me with words i never knew (71/71) END! - (Anonymous), 2011-08-10 02:10 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL: call to me with words i never knew (71/71) END! - (Anonymous), 2011-08-13 12:21 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: FILL: call to me with words i never knew (71/71) END! - (Anonymous), 2011-08-27 03:58 pm (UTC)(Expand)