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It's Complicated: But sexy!

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quick note; GUYS. please be aware that if you posted a prompt in part six and it is now screened, i have posted them to the post already - so that you guys don't have to. thanks for being patient and making the fill-a-thon such a success!

sorry i didn't get much of delicious done; i lacked the internet over the break but rest assured i have absolutely nothing to do so will get it, hopefully.




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Eduardo pretty little frame in Sean's too-big shirt. Sean gets super turned on and possessive like ;)

Re: Eduardo/Sean

mmmm me gusta. i was literally just writing this into an eduardo/sean WIP i'm writing on part six. MIND MELD, ANON. :D

Re: Eduardo/Sean

Omg really??? Where is this wip? I love your Sean/Eduardo ahaaha

Re: Eduardo/Sean

hee thank you! i cannot get over this pairing omg. lordy.

this is the thread: http://tsn-kinkmeme.livejournal.com/6467.html?thread=13516099#t13516099

it's the epilogue/sequel (lol wut) to the corrupting the cutie thing. :D

Re: Eduardo/Sean - mowglimoonshado, 2011-06-09 09:07 pm (UTC)(Expand)

sort of fill 1a/?

hahaha i don't even KNOW, this is probably not even going to get past like, first base but it is in my heaaaad so here:

Sean is staying at the hotel, but Eduardo is across town at some designer resort, or something, it takes a good two hours to get there in traffic, definitely too far to make a quick change of clothes feasible: so when they collide and Sean's coffee spills all over Eduardo's dress shirt and tie, Eduardo's widened eyes and his hissed, under-his-breath, "Agh, you fucker," is actually warranted.

"Sorry, sorry," Sean does the awkward apology dance of simultaneously trying to pat the spill off of Eduardo's chest and fling his emptied offensive coffee cup far, far away. "That was totally unintentional."

"I think it was my fault," Eduardo says, rueful now that the initial startling sting has faded. He goes all annoyed-face, only directed inward this time, not at Sean. "I was trying to message my assistant. That'll teach me to walk and text."

"Only tweenagers can pull that off," Sean agrees. "Um, so, hey." Awk-warrrd.

"Hey," Eduardo says, also awkward, but further, amused. It's not the first time they've encountered each other at a Facebook event since the whole - dilution, lawsuit, coke bust - mess happened. They usually have buffers though. They're not usually face-to-face. Eh, whatever: they're both Facebook's discards, sheared off to prevent drag while Facebook rocketed to success. Whatever else in their pasts that sets them at odds, they have that in common. Eduardo grimaces down at his shirt, tie; ruined. "I'm a mess," he says, mournful.

"I've got spares in my room," Sean offers, sincerely contrite. "It'll be big on you, but no one will be able to tell under the jacket, and we'll only be like, five minutes late to the shareholder's meeting. We might not be late at all if we hurry."

Eduardo considers this, a little wary. But - well. Ugh, wearing a drying coffee stain. Not really the image he wants to present here. "Yes, okay," he says, nodding. "Thanks."

Sean does a wink-finger-gun-combo. Then he feels promptly embarrassed for himself, he is kind of too old and, granted, still cocky, but not exactly justifiably so anymore, to pull that kind of thing off. Eduardo laughs though and seems to think Sean did it as an post-ironic gesture or something. Sean can rock the hipster thing (he thinks), so he goes with that.


Neither remarks on how the offered shirt is Prada.


They end up being about two minutes late to the meeting, but that's okay, mostly those things start with like, ten, fifteen minutes worth of bullshit.


Eduardo sits next to Sean, because they came in late together, so it just makes sense, it draws the least amount of attention to them, to sit together.


sort of fill 1b/?


Sean was right, under the suit jacket it is a forgivable offence that his shirt hangs too-large on Eduardo. Eduardo is such a skinny fucker, Sean marvels. He's not even little, like, his frame is comparable to Sean's; Eduardo's hands, his hands are fucking huge, when he gestures with them it is compelling like being hypnotized. But Sean is fairly solid. Like, there's muscle to go with his bone, sinew and flesh. Eduardo is pretty much - lines. Like a sketch of a person, like a piece of art come to life and wandering around.

So, yeah, Eduardo wearing Sean's shirt, it hangs loose. Or it did, anyway, before Eduardo tucked it in, and did up the cuffs, which were close to perfect length wise though they billowed around Eduardo's arms, and covered it with his suit jacket. But Sean remembers how big it was before all those adjustments. The way it just swathed Eduardo. How it draped against those lines.

Wow, this has actually never been one of his kinks, he is discovering new things about himself today! That is always fun.

Not so much fun: getting hard while a group of pasty youngish guys chant "Domination!" around you because the guy sitting next to you is unfairly hot, especially while wearing your shirt, because that kind of linking of stimuli will wire your dick with confused configurations of desire.

So Sean nudges Eduardo's ear with his nose and whispers into it, "Gonna duck out, be back in a minute, take notes for me?" and at Eduardo's slight nod, hightails it for the nearest bathroom. He's in a stall and jerking off easy enough, fast enough, arousal all up in his belly not his balls. But it travels down fast and his balls get tight and then he comes all over his fist, like a long drawn out breath; his hips stutter against the air, and fuck, that's him, done. Quick clean up with toilet paper, fast flush, and he's washing his hands and splashing water onto his face, cool and calm and collected.

Walking back to Eduardo he might even strut a little. Sun in the sky, birds flying by - they know how he feels.

Eduardo smiles at him when he slips back in and sits down, which is a different kind of good.

They've never been friends, but maybe they can be - what? Friendly.


"I've got a few meetings, so -" Eduardo sticks his hand out, to shake.

Sean shakes it. "Yeah, um, good to see you." He thinks: twenty minutes ago I jerked off thinking about you in my shirt, you are really too hot to believe, what is up with that. Eduardo's hand is really, insanely big. And warm.

"Thanks again for the shirt loan," Eduardo says. "I'll have it drycleaned and sent back to you by tomorrow."

"No, don't bother," Sean says. He does the sellin' it grin. "Keep it. Or give it back next shareholder's." He kind of likes the thought, Eduardo wearing his shirt around, sort of like Sean is draped over his shoulders and wrapped all around him.

Eduardo gives him a weird look, then tilts his head, then smiles again. It's weird, not a lot of people actually smile at Sean. "Right," he says. "See you around then," and he waves a weird little salute thing, and turns on his heel. Sean hates to see him leave, but he really loves watching him go.


sort of fill 1c/?


Sean gets back into his room late that night, not really high, mostly coming down, and falls face-down on the bed. His nose lands in something silky, scented. Eduardo's discarded coffee-covered shirt.

Sean rolls over, drags the shirt with him: puts its light weight over his face, his eyes and nose and mouth. It's cool on his hot skin. Smells good. A little bit like cologne, a little bit like sweat. Gets him hard. But he's too tired to do anything about that.

So he lies there and thinks about Eduardo in his shirt while he has Eduardo's shirt pressed against his face, and he thinks it is really weird how no matter how old you get you can always learn new things about yourself, like how apparently Sean gets hot for Brazilian accents and seeing other guys wearing his stuff. He half-heartedly jacks off but falls asleep without coming, and when he wakes up late the next morning his dick is hanging out of his boxers and his pants. Eduardo's shirt is still covering his head.

He feels surprisingly good about all of that. He's not even really hungover. The only thing Sean has a problem with is how long it'll take for the next shareholder's meeting to roll around.

Re: sort of fill 1c/? - reject36, 2011-06-29 11:44 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: sort of fill 1c/? - (Anonymous), 2011-06-29 12:12 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: sort of fill 1c/? - mauralee88, 2011-07-06 02:06 pm (UTC)(Expand)
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Re: sort of fill 1c/? - silviakundera, 2011-08-13 11:58 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: sort of fill 1c/? - (Anonymous), 2011-08-18 05:08 am (UTC)(Expand)

Re: sort of fill 1b/?


Re: sort of fill 1b/?


Haha I love your Sean! And Eduardo is so confused <3

I hope you continue this because so far it is AMAZING! This couple is like crack for me, I just can't get enough.

sort of fill 2a/?

sorry you guys, this fill is so unplanned and kind of meandering and it is going to take me forever to update, please forgive me in advance, and thank you for all your kind words <3


Sean's that guy, right, you know, that guy - the coke stash guy, the underage interns guy. The 'redefining cool' guy, the 'bad boy' guy. He's always been good at people. At knowing people. What they want, how they think, where and how far he can push them - and it's served him well, really. Anything he truly regrets out of his life isn't on his skills, but on his excesses. He's had a lot of excesses.

The thing, though, is that living a life of excess? Eventually it gets really fucking boring.

Sean is never going as far as Zuckerberg's bullshit "eliminating desire", but he's also past the point of doing or owning something just because he can. So yeah, he gets high and fucks around, gets drunk, gets laid; but that's not all he does. If it were, he'd probably go fucking crazy from the boredom - because the same thing day after day, god, that's his own personal hell, right there.

He works on small cooperative projects, usually putting groups together, connecting one person to another person to another. Sean has an innate sense of who will produce that weird synergy when thrown at each other, that organic surge of creativity that creates code that not only functions but evolves. Sean gets a huge kick out of when those codes go live, those programs go viral, those ideas sink into the common cultural weave of online life. They're never anything so big as Facebook, but they're still aspects of internet architecture, and being a part of building that gives Sean this huge - rush. This ego boost.

This sense that the future they're all rushing towards has been shaped, in part, by his hand.

As far as immortality goes, it's not half bad.

So, he parties and he works. Once in a while he does a stint in rehab, to see if maybe this time it'll stick. Mostly he only does this when he's really bored and/or depressed. Sean never has the right mindset for it, though, and detox is a bitch. He's read that addiction and drug use physically change the brain, which is why rehab is so problematic, why addicts so often relapse - because the mechanics of addiction aren't just psychologically and behaviorally based, by that point, but physiologically too.

In a weird way, Sean's got a routine. Not much surprises him anymore.

Except for Eduardo Saverin, apparently, who Fed-exes Sean a new shirt from London with a note saying whenever Sean wants to get Savile Row tailored, Eduardo knows a guy. There is also a smiley face. It's entirely possible that Eduardo has written this note out himself. Sean folds it up and puts it in his wallet.

He wears the shirt.


Probably wildly inappropriately, they become Facebook friends.


The status update gets 150+ likes.


sort of fill 2b/?


Sean still jerks it with Eduardo's old shirt pressed against his nose and mouth, like a fucking pervert. Whaaaatever.

He likes the idea of Eduardo wearing Sean's shirt even now. Obviously not out, in business meetings or dates or whatever, it doesn't fit well enough for that; but maybe around the house, unbuttoned, loose fabric sliding across Eduardo's skin, catching on his nipples -

Yeah, Sean likes that idea, keeps his eyes closed picturing it, rubs his lips with the silk of Eduardo's own shirt, fucks his fist -

Comes like a teenager, like a dumbass kid, which is really what Sean still is, this stupid idiot with this stupid fucking crush.


Part of being Facebook friends with Eduardo is Eduardo actually comments on things. He's weirdly polite about it at first with proper punctuation and capitalization and, like, whole sentences. Sean breaks him down with a bunch of acronyms and words full of numbers instead of letters.

He pokes Eduardo a lot, too. Eduardo never pokes back, but once he defenestrates Sean, which is a clear sign of affection. Or friendship, anyway, maybe.

Sean goes to this bachelor party and gets pretty drunk - not high, that time, just black-out inebriated - and in the morning there are all these photos online and around half show Sean wearing one of those ridiculous t-shirts with a bikini-babe-body silkscreened on; Eduardo's comment on this is, "amaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaazing". Sean just knows the fucker is laughing at him.

Whatever, Eduardo likes the shirt so much, he can have it.


Around a week later, Eduardo emails Sean a picture of him wearing the shirt.

Not even Eduardo can rock that look. That's pretty much the point of the shirt. Also he is flinging out gangsta signs with his hands, ludicrous. His mouth is open and laughing and his eyes are all glittery, though, like something has made him happy. Maybe like Sean has made him happy, or Sean's shirt at least.

It's weird how goofy is still sexy. Or maybe seeing Eduardo smiling is what's tightening Sean's belly, getting his dick hard.

The email is also actually an email. Eduardo's written, "The cost of rush delivery-ing this to Singapore is more than the shirt is even worth. You are a ridiculous excuse for a human being."

Sean writes back, "Whatever, you love it."

Eduardo's newest status update is: Eduardo Saverin loves it.

Which probably should not make Sean feel as warm as he does.


Eduardo has a layover in Hawaii and sticks around for like, two days. Sean texts him, don't forget my souvenir, bitch, and a week later a horrifically garish, clashing-with-itself, Floridian-retiree-style shirt arrives through the mail.


So maybe this is becoming a thing.

Or something.


Sean's not bored.

He doesn't think Eduardo is either.


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Re: sort of fill 2b/? - slippery_fish, 2011-08-18 04:20 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: sort of fill 2b/? - ymorton, 2011-08-18 06:51 pm (UTC)(Expand)

sort of fill 3a/?

thaaaaank you for comments <3 and haaah, sorry if this seems like um. a sudden shift or something? idk, i'm sleep-deprived and this wanted it to be written in this way so hopefully it is not too much of a deus ex machina and you guys enjoy it. please enjoy it! yeaaaaaah.


They run into each other at a tech conference in, of all places, Amsterdam.

Pretty much all conferences are thinly veiled excuses to network, headhunt, or be headhunted. Sean is trying to find hacker talent to help the current team he's put together tighten up their code's security. He literally runs into Eduardo, outside of the hall, only this time no one spills coffee on anyone else.

Then there's that awkward moment of do they hug, do they shake hands? The surprised, I didn't know you'd be here!s. They sit together for the rest of the day events; now that they're friends, Sean notices Eduardo sort of - leans toward him, unconsciously. Sean leans back, consciously. Their shoulders touch.

They blow off the evening social events. Because, well. Amsterdam.


Sean is not supposed to smoke because of his asthma.

Brownies, however, are totally okay.


"Oh, god," Eduardo moans. "I am going to have to run so many miles to work these off."

Sean shoves him, hand against Eduardo's chest. "You are such a girl."

Eduardo's nipple pebbles through the thin silk of his shirt. "Fuck off," he says, then giggles a little, then sighs. His head dips back. His neck is one long extended line.

"You are so weak," Sean says.

"Fuck off," Eduardo repeats. "I live in fucking Singapore, chewing gum is illegal there," he finishes off his brownie, and goes uhnnnnn, this sex noise that goes straaaaaight to Sean's dick, jolts it.

Smoking up, Sean did that when he was a kid, it gets your head high; pot brownies get your body high. Everything is buzzing.

Sean's hand is still against Eduardo's chest, so he pets Eduardo's chest through his grey silk shirt. "Smooth," he says.

"No, you are totally not," Eduardo says. Then, "C'mon, let's go back to mine," so they do that.


Eduardo's suite is Euro-modern and a little terrifying, but his bed is comfortable and big enough that when Sean flops down on it and stares at the ceiling, Eduardo can do the same next to him.

"Jeeeeeesus," Eduardo says. He's looking at Sean's crotch. Sean is not surprised, he has an impressive crotch. Then Eduardo starts laughing.

"What," Sean says, offended.

"Nothing," Eduardo says. He rolls over onto his stomach, buries his face in the bed, still laughing.

Sean pokes his side. "Whaaaat," he says.

"Noooooothing," Eduardo says. He rolls back over, sits up. "Man," he says, "I want another brownie."

"Good thing I bought extra," Sean says, pointing his foot towards the paper bag he put down with his suit jacket, and Eduardo beams at him like the sun.


"I'm going to do everything on this trip that isn't allowed in Singapore," Eduardo says meditatively. "Ev-er-y-thing."

"Gay sex is illegal in Singapore," Sean points out.

He's looked that shit up.


Sean lets Eduardo have the last brownie.


Eduardo has a hacker in his stable of pet nerds and geeks. Well, more than one hacker, but this hacker he specifically recommends to Sean.

"Yeah, okay," Sean says.


"This is where we were going with tonight, right?" Eduardo asks, his hand on Sean's dick.

"Ummmmm," Sean says, not indecisively, but like his brain has shorted out.


Turns out, Eduardo is really good at sucking cock.


Turns out, Sean's not.


"What," Eduardo says, laughing. "Oh my god," and he pushes Sean's head away from his lap. "When was the last time you blew someone? Oh my god. That was so bad."

"Hey," Sean says, offended again. He is spending a lot of this particular reunion offended. Jeez, and Eduardo was supposed to be the nice one.

Eduardo doubles over, laughing. His erection bobs around. Sean was so not that bad. He huffs, then grabs Eduardo's hip with one hand, curls his other hand back around Eduardo's dick. Jacks it. Eduardo's dick twitches gratifyingly.


sort of fill 3b/?


"Is this a 'high in Amsterdam' thing?" Sean asks, kind of baffled by how well today turned out.

Draped against his chest, Eduardo snores.


In the morning Sean tries to blow Eduardo again, but it's just as bad as before.

Eduardo, infuriatingly, has improved.


It's the last day of the conference and they both have flights to different countries. They solve the hug/handshake dilemma by bumping fists.

"Let's be conference bros," Sean says. "You made this shitshow kind of bearable."

They're in the same business, so any conference one of them is interested in applies to the other, in theory. Eduardo waggles his eyebrows at Sean. "I don't know," he says. "I feel like I got an inadequate return on my investment, here." Playful.

"Fucker," Sean says, "I let you have the last brownie!"

Eduardo rolls his eyes, but is grinning. "Yeah, and I swallowed it all down," filthy inflection.

Sean's eyes drop to Eduardo's lips, then his throat, then his lips again. "Ugh, you're the worst," he says, unbearably turned on.

"No," Eduardo says, laughing, "That's still you."


It is a little aggravating how fast the memory of Eduardo sucking him off has made it to the premier spot in Sean's personal spank bank, not least because remembering it makes Sean want to experience it again, hopefully without the laughter at his own oral arsenal this time.

Whatever, the Vancouver conference is in five weeks; Sean has time to practice.


In Vancouver, they stay at Sean's suite, and Sean blows Eduardo slow and thorough and porn-star-wet while they're high on British Columbian weed.

"God, that's good," Eduardo mumbles. Sean isn't sure if he's referencing Sean's mouth or the pot brownie. Either way, he's providing both, so he gets to feel smug. Eduardo pets Sean's face, his cheekbones, while Sean blows him. After, Eduardo buries his face against Sean's chest and jerks him off with a lube-slick palm, until Sean jizzes all over his own chest and Eduardo's fore-arm, and then Eduardo proves his status as a come slut by licking it all up.

"Best conference bro ever," Sean says.


This time, there're condoms and lube.

What there isn't is a clear line of communication, basically resulting in:

"Wait, why are you putting the condom on your dick?"


"Oh, you think so, huh,"

and then,

"Wrestle you for it,"

which is actually kind of satisfying, all told, and anyway even though Eduardo wins that first round, he's as good at fucking as he is at blowing so it's no real hardship, and they're both young enough that it doesn't take all that long, really, to be ready again, and fair's fair, and,

"Ummmmmm, wow, I always knew you were a dick, so I guess it figures that you know how to use yours, jeeeeez."


"You know," Eduardo says, naked on his back with his neck and torso sheened in sweat, basically Sean's wet dream come to life, "We see each other all over the world, but the most time we spend together is in hotel rooms."

Sean lifts his head, bleary. "Complaining?"

"Nah," Eduardo says, and shifts up, pulling on his boxers - which were tossed at the foot of the bed - and dragging on Sean's shirt - thrown on the floor by Eduardo's side. "Going to get some ice, though."

Sean's shirt flutters around Eduardo, unbuttoned and too big, casual and dwarfing and electric-fucking-hot. Sean makes a grab for Eduardo's thigh, and gets his ass.

"On second thought," Eduardo says, and kicks off the boxers. He moves to shrug off Sean's shirt, pauses, gauges Sean's expression; smirks; leaves it on.


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Re: sort of fill 3c/? - ymorton, 2011-08-20 10:15 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: sort of fill 3c/? - (Anonymous), 2011-08-23 01:06 am (UTC)(Expand)

sort of fill 4a/?

Sean packed the Hawaiian monstrosity of a shirt, mostly just so he could see Eduardo's face twist like that when Sean insists on wearing it while doing all sorts of touristy things.

Whatever, Eduardo gets him back by tricking Sean into eating chicken feet.

"Ugh," Sean says, gagging and swallowing desperate mouthfuls of water and pretending he did not enjoy the food whatsoever until he knew what it was.


Jet lag - or whatever - makes it so half the time when Eduardo's asleep, Sean is awake, which of course turns into a creepy stalker moment where Sean lies up in bed and gazes at Eduardo's sleeping visage. It should probably be romantic/creepy, but mostly Sean takes stealth photos of Eduardo drooling on himself, so it turns out to be douche-y instead.

Of course the reciprocal is also true, and a lot of the time Sean is sleeping out on the deck under the sun, tanning his pasty skin into your-future-is-melanoma brown. Eduardo gets his own back by putting a paper cut out of a dick and balls on Sean's back, pointing down to his ass, making that patch of skin pale against the rest of Sean's new tan, with an additional sharpie'd message of "insert here".

"You fucker," Sean says, stuck between awe and anger, upon seeing his back in the mirror.

"I always thought I should have been a frat boy," Eduardo says, humming meditatively and tipping his head backwards to stare up at the blue sky, elbows braced behind him on the balcony edge.

It's the perfect visual, Eduardo baked dark and arresting with Sean's yesterday linen shirt open over his shoulders, bracketing his belly and nipples, a loose pair of pants slung low on Eduardo's hips, the day bright and beautiful flaring around him; it sucker punches Sean, gets him where he breathes, how he's here in this moment, which will pass, but always remain, imprinted in Sean's memory, to stay.

"Hey," he says, his voice a little different than before.

Eduardo looks at him, tilts his head sideways, smiles. Sean is getting used to being smiled at. "Hey," Eduardo says back.


When they manage to be awake at the same time, they fuck around, figuratively and literally.

Sean is much better at giving blowjobs, now.

Eduardo is suitably appreciative.


The date on Sean's return ticket lines up almost exactly to the day they finally sync up their sleeping cycles, and they make out slow and lazy for the hour it takes for Sean's cab to come pick him up. They both agree that it would be a bad idea for Eduardo to be the one to take Sean to the airport, and anyway, the last Sean wants to see of Eduardo is his glazed eyes and kiss-stung lips, which would be patently illegal to do in the very public airport where guy-on-guy is a no-no (though, and Sean wants to call sexism here, apparently girl-on-girl is okay? or something? not as illegal? what the fuck, Singapore).

They kiss enough for Eduardo to get worked up and a little whiny, hitching his leg up over Sean's hip like he wants to get fucked. They're pretty much 50/50 on the pitching/catching question, but, Sean is not gonna lie, it is still really hot when Eduardo goes all sex kitten needy on him. But, fuck, there's no time, Sean's taxi is gonna be there in like - god, less than ten minutes - but, jesus, so -

They do it on the floor with one of Eduardo's legs slung over Sean's shoulder and the other spread improbably wide on the floor, with Sean getting his latex-covered dick deep inside of Eduardo, and Sean jacking Eduardo off almost fast enough to get friction burns if it weren't for the lube -

and it's a little too fast to be really good, a little too on-edge to get them there, but they manage, first Sean coming and then Eduardo, first Sean saying "Fuck, fuck," and then Eduardo saying, "Hnnnng," strangled with pleasure, and then the taxi honks outside the front door, impatient, and Sean still has his dick up Eduardo's ass.

"Jesus fucking fuck," Sean says, and Eduardo pets his hair. "I am going to miss my flight." But it's not really a complaint.

sort of fill 4b/?


Sean doesn't miss his flight, though it's a near thing.


Upon reaching home and unpacking, Sean realizes all of his shirts, bar the horrible Hawaiian one, are gone.

Eduardo starts sending daily photos of him wearing them.

The button up ones are usually unbuttoned, open, taunting.

But the t-shirts get Sean, too, tug at his chest, higher than his gut but off-centre from his heart. The way the collar is too wide, the way Eduardo's arms look so skinny, the soft and rumpled and informal look.

"You are a cruel, cruel man," Sean texts him.

Eduardo smiley-faces back.


Sean falls off the map for around three months, because of a project he gets drawn into; by the time he resurfaces, Eduardo is in China - which, motherfucking China, is censored almost to the point of a blackout; and then it's time for another shareholder's back in Palo Alto.

When they meet up, Eduardo is already wearing one of Sean's shirts underneath his suit jacket, and it's enough to make Sean skip the pleasantries, grab Eduardo by the elbow, and physically haul him to Sean's hotel room.

So, yeah, they do that. And then they shower and do the shareholder's thing, and then they go back to Sean's again, and do that some more.

Eduardo keeps the shirt on, as well as a smug expression.


Of course Mark Zuckerberg is a life ruiner, who ruins lives, because between the time Sean turns his back to signal a waitress for a drink, and then turns around again, there he is, rocking on his heels and staring up at Eduardo like he has exclusive rights to looking at Eduardo's face or something.

Eduardo's own expression is polite and kind of - engaged? Is that the word? Anyway he is laughing at whatever Mark is saying, like they are actually friends, which surprises Sean a little because he's always assumed - like, no one has ever actually talked to him about it, but he's always thought - anyway -

So Sean sidles up and slings his arm over Eduardo's shoulders (he is tall enough to do it, take that Zuckerberg) like the bro he is and says, smarmy, "What are we talking about?"

Without missing a beat, Eduardo leans into him a little and says, brightly, "Just a bit about the projected IPO, the numbers are insane, it should be exciting."

Which is actually something Sean is interested in, so they all three of them continue on with the discussion and it is surprisingly cordial and not at all like someone is, like, pulling out Sean's teeth without anesthetic, or shoving bamboo shoots under his fingernails, or whatever. After a while Mark seems to have realized he has used up his allotment of one-on-one personal CEO/shareholder time and should circulate some more, because he gives each of them a firm handclasp and quirked half-smile and wishes them well before leaving. He's developed a surprising amount of charisma; like, he always had the whole reclusive intense genius thing going for him, but apparently someone has taught him how to harness it, refine it, something.

Once he leaves, Eduardo exhales, shakes his head like he's throwing away half-a-dozen thoughts, and smiles at Sean. "I think he's getting married," Eduardo says.

"What?" Sean says.

"It's been a long time since we were best friends, but yeah, I'm pretty sure he's getting married," Eduardo says. "I'm pretty sure I read that right."

"O-kay," Sean says. "Um," and then, "Okay?" because he honestly doesn't know what he's supposed to be doing right now.

"Yeah," Eduardo says, a strange little half-smile playing on his lips. He leans a little closer to Sean, and their hips bump.


That night the sex is slow and kind of sweet, and after Sean puts his hand on Eduardo's belly and rubs it in slow circles, soothing the twitchy muscles jumping under his touch.


In the morning over room service breakfast, Eduardo says, "It took me a while to get over it, but I am over it, you know?" glancing at Sean through his eyelashes.

"I know," Sean says, honest. "For me, too." It took him a while to get over being the fall guy, the colossal fuck up, but he did get over it.

Eduardo smiles at him, a little sad, but happy underneath, the complicated kind of happiness that comes with experience.


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