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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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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.

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Re: Eduardo/Mark

lol I almost added that as an option, but in my head I just saw this as like, a post fix-it with Mark (somehow, idk,) taking up some kind of cuddling challenge. or the other way around, with Eduardo trying to break Mark out of his aversion to cuddling.

IDK, I am just in a funk and I want OTP cuddling, because it is my fave. please make it so, meme.

(also, how awesome am I at taking breaks from this kink meme? so awesome, obviously!)

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Re: Eduardo/Mark - oflights, 2011-06-26 10:38 pm (UTC)(Expand)

Call It Catharsis (1/5?) Eduardo/Mark

This gave me a short idea and I needed to palate cleanser from the S/E plot bunnies I'm juggling. Basically, I thought, 'what would have to happen to make Mark need to give Eduardo tender tender embraces?' and then I came up with this. um. I hope it is okay...

Also, a disclaimer: because it is me, there will be lots of Sean&Eduardo bonding, even though it is M/E endgame. Sorry. *facepalms*

After Mark, after 0.03%, after almost striking his first human being, after losing his part in their company, what he’d thought they were building together, Eduardo goes for a drink. He needs it, so he has two, then another, balancing it with a half-eaten dinner. And then he stops back at the house to pick up a light summer coat he’d left on his last trip.

He doesn’t really need that jacket but he wants it, doesn’t want to leave any trace of himself here in this place. But no one’s at the house, maybe most of them don’t even live there anymore, or they’re all at the office he’s just left, an hour or—two, two and a half hours ago. And he can’t wait, he won’t. He feels, in this instant, that he’ll never want to visit the whole of Northern California ever again. He feels like making that promise, and keeping it.

It’s on the way back to the freeway, the taxi cutting through some side streets, that he sees Sean Parker’s car – it’s unmistakably Sean’s, though he’d seen it only once. There’s that stupid bumper sticker and sharp indent on the driver side door. It’s parked in front of a sorority house (unsurprising) and next to a police car (even less so). He can see flashlights sweeping the next house down.

He doesn’t, honestly, intend to tell the driver to stop when he feels the words come out of his mouth. But then he picks up his phone, and dials, and curses when he pictures Parker frowning at his number on the screen, at whatever patronizing little nickname that had likely been paired with it.

He’s cursing when he tells the driver to wait and storms up to the door and straight through, not bothering to try pounding on it over the racket inside.

It’s equally pointless to yell Sean’s name in the crowd, so he makes his way through the rooms until the motherfucker is in front of him, red eyed and high as fuck, with what looks like coke on some co-ed’s stomach and between her tits.

Naturally, he reacts to this by screaming, "Are you insane?", with some understandable flailing, and when Sean’s eyes dart up to him, startled and wide, he manages to make it quieter but more firm and deliberate. "Cops are right next door, I am not kidding."

Which is when they both hear the volume drop ominously the next room over, rush to brush the evidence off the girl’s stomach, and then turn to greet some very unamused police officers.

Because that’s how Eduardo’s life works out.


"You are a goddamned maniac," Sean says, with deep admiration, as they’re tucked into back of a police vehicle.

Eduardo decides to just rest his head in his hands for a while. "Please shut the fuck up."


It takes quite some time to be booked, it turns out, and then when they get an option for a call Sean says, "We—" and actually stutters, for once knocked completely out of his element. "We need to tell Mark."

"You need to tell Mark," Eduardo interjects, a little snidely, but he thinks he’s earned that.

"Come on, Saverin, you know he wouldn’t—" Sean starts, and Eduardo cuts him off to the quick with,

"I really don’t."

Which Sean looks like he’d like to protest further -- but as he’s a little late to whole coming apart at the seams deal, he won’t reach that icy calm bottom any time soon. Eduardo’s become an intimate resident.

Eduardo states, simply, "We have come to a point where you are going to have accept that I do have some contacts that are infinitely superior to yours," and takes the phone from Sean’s hand.

This would be where he calls the law firm his father has on retainer and confirms that they’ll be in contact with his father, who will have a friend that can put a word in with the assistant district attorney.

He always has a friend. This is what his father does.


Call It Catharsis (2/6?) Eduardo/Mark


Later, when they’re waiting on a splinter ridden bench, Sean says, sheepishly, "So I was a little rude," rubbing at his bloodshot eyes.

"Let’s not talk about it," Eduardo says, ignoring the twinge in his stomach.

"Do you know how long it will take before we get bailed out?"

"Let’s find out in silence."


"I can’t believe you came for me," Sean bursts out, like he couldn’t hold it in any longer.

"And I’ve been regretting it every minute since."

"No, I’m serious," Sean says in a completely alien tone that might be something approaching sincerity, "that was amazing."

"It didn’t do any good," Eduardo points out, which Sean digests for a second before proclaiming,

"Well, it’s the thought that counts."

This earns him a skeptical look, as Eduardo has deep suspicions that this is a belief Sean has never, ever held, so Sean ventures, "I appreciate the moral support," which is slightly more believable.

"I think you mean immoral support."

"That was totally moral," objects Sean. "You’re like my knight in shining armor. But in a cheap suit."

"I can still hit you in here."

"Those dudes would separate us and then you couldn’t protect me."

And because Sean (like always, and this is why he’s a complete and utter asshole) is a little right, the only reply Eduardo manages is, "Don’t make me test that theory."


"It was possibly a little extreme," Sean finally blurts out a while later, ruining a game of I-Spy that had been Eduardo’s mostly sarcastic suggestion, not having actually played it before. "The dickishness."

"Don’t," Eduardo snaps. He doesn’t want to hear it, he can’t, not from the wrong person.

"He probably wouldn’t have done it if not for the money," Sean adds, after they’ve been quiet a bit, just shifting their weight around.

Like the thought was going to make him feel oh so much better. "Well then, that’s a relief."

Sean shoots him this hurt look, which is ridiculous, but Eduardo doesn’t know what Mark said to him on the phone, only that it stripped off another layer of gloss and he’s been curling into himself a bit since.

They play another round of I-Spy, and then Word Chain, and then Sean says, casually, "Look, I’m not fucking him or anything."

"Don’t do me any favors."

Sean hisses, aghast, startling Eduardo into banging his elbow. "Are you seriously going to sit there in a straight up real life police station after being arrested with me for possession and deny you didn’t want a taste of Zuckerberg’s dick?"

"Just because Mark’s now dubbed you useless as well doesn’t mean I’ve adopted you," Eduardo says sharply, rubbing his elbow, and tries to hates himself for noticing the flinch in Sean’s eyes, for somewhat, a little, giving a shit. Except he’s seen the alternative tonight and he doesn’t want to be that person, ever, who just sits there, not moved to action at another’s pain.

So he leans his head back against the wall, slaps a hand over face, and takes a deep breath.

"Maybe I wanted some dick," he admits, and allows himself a bittersweet smile at Sean’s cackle.


Re: Call It Catharsis (2/6?) Eduardo/Mark - (Anonymous), 2011-07-02 10:34 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: Call It Catharsis (2/6?) Eduardo/Mark - (Anonymous), 2011-07-02 12:38 pm (UTC)(Expand)

Call It Catharsis (3/6?) Eduardo/Mark


It’s 9 am when they leave the station, squinting at the natural sunlight and bumping into each other, trash bins, and helpful metal signs directed at more law-abiding citizens.

A desperate, near all-consuming cry for sleep is buzzing in his brain and weighing down his feet. He feels strongly that he might actually be capable of shanking someone for a bed, except then he’d have to go back in there, and to this Sean whole-heartedly agrees.

As his next thought is the generous notion that this means Sean cannot be all bad, when Eduardo sees Mark he quite logically assumes that he’s imagined him.

Mark’s shoulders are hunched over, neckline dragged down by hands in his pockets. He’s still there when Eduardo pokes him and says, dully, "I thought it would be Dustin."

"No. I just—" Mark appears to have no idea what he’s doing there, so that makes two of them. "I wanted to."

"You wanted to," Eduardo echoes.

Mark nods in that confident, economical way that used to make Eduardo want to climb into his lap and kiss him slow and deep, even in the face of almost-certain chair related injuries, and now makes him want to still do that, too, but also creates a sharp desire to gouge out Mark’s too bright eyes after. "It was a relatively straightforward process," he says, "I have that kind of money in my account now. Just a matter of confirming my identity with the bank."

Mark’s gaze jumps towards Sean and then back again, tone turning more clipped, like that should even be possible. "Your removal from the masthead is a lucky break for us. Sean’s involvement will be bad enough."

It’s too much to deal with after spending that many hours keyed up on adrenaline and packed like a sardine onto some profoundly uncomfortable furniture. He’s been fucking hazed and accused, publically, of animal cruelty, and but it wasn’t like actual real life, with soul chilling real life consequences. If Palo Alto is a picture of life after college, Eduardo should start thinking of going for his Masters.

"Is that really Mark?" Sean faux-whispers loudly in his ear, and Eduardo replies, conversationally, "Do you think I look like PhD material?"

Mark is forcing out, stilted, "You can come to my place, I have a—"

When Sean cuts him off, "Nah, he’s coming to mine."

Not that he asked, of course, but as Eduardo had assumed he had a place to stay, assuming—certain things, well, then he hadn’t planned for a hotel room. And as there’s no way in hell Eduardo’s going anywhere with Mark, ever again, he jumps in, flatly,

"That’s right, I am."


Mark shows up with bagels at noon and lets himself in.

He’s watching Eduardo’s twitching, uncomfortably rousing body when Eduardo opens his eyes and starts violently, rolling off his side of the bed.

(The couch was—unmentionable. There were things on that couch that he still wishes he could unsee.)

"Did you know you kick, you fucker," he says darkly, pulling himself up with his hands to reach across the mattress and shove at Sean’s back, receiving a pained groan in return.

"I brought bagels," Mark says and holds up a plain white bag.

"He’s stupid in love with you," Sean informs them.

It’s muffled by a face full of comforter but clear enough that he can see Mark flinch as he absorbs the hit himself. It knocks the wind out of him, and he honestly, embarrassingly, gasps.

"Great, I can always look more pathetic, why stop now," Eduardo sighs at the same time as Mark says, "I think it’s safe to say that recent events have rendered my feelings irrelevant," upon which the wind he thought had been knocked out crawls up to twist around his heart and lurches.

"oh god," Eduardo says sickly, "that makes it even worse," and – when Mark gives him that look like ‘I am familiar with all of those words but I have no idea what you’re saying' - "I can’t be here."

"Do I have to come with you now?" Sean moans piteously from his precarious, prone position on the edge of the bed.

"No," he says, horrified.

And then waits at the curb for Sean to stumble out, also still in yesterday’s clothes but clutching two fresh t-shirts. There are sunglasses over his eyes and he looks like he slept in a ditch.

Eduardo really, sincerely, does not want to look in a mirror.

Call It Catharsis (4/7?) Eduardo/Mark

Sean rubs at an eye, pushing a thumb up under his glasses, and then uses the hand to crack his neck. "I feel like I need a cigarette now. And I don’t even smoke."

For some reason this feels very apt. Fuck, maybe he needs a cigarette too. He needs something. And he definitely needs to not be still standing there when Mark makes his exit.

"Let’s go buy a pack," Eduardo suggests.

"I have asthma."

"I’m in love with a borderline sociopath."

"Just one," Sean says.


"You didn’t actually have to come with me," Eduardo clarifies after they've finished coughing.

"Holy fuck, now I want to die even more," Sean shares, flipping the shirts onto a neighbor’s fence in order to take a pull from his inhaler and brace his hands on his knees for moment. Then he says, "You totally adopted me, shut up," tucking his jacket between his knees and pulling his shirt over his head to switch it out with a clean one.

He tosses Eduardo’s over. It’s white with green lettering that says netaddress.usa.net and on the back reads,


"Miss Under 21 was an intern. I’m probably fired," Sean adds. "So it’s not like that was a conversation I was looking forward to."

Eduardo hasn’t even opened his mouth (yet), when Sean points a finger between his eyes. "Don’t say it."

Call It Catharsis (5/7?) Eduardo/Mark


Mark finds them at The Toasted Apple inhaling stale coffee and sandwiches with thick, sliced bread.

Since it’s the only diner in four blocks and they didn’t take the car, this is not a particularly impressive feat. Though you wouldn’t know it from his face.

"You might be fired," he tells Sean, who shoots Eduardo a glance that says ‘I told you!’ (only with five more exclamation marks).

"Thiel is pissed," he explains to Eduardo, like it’s any of his fucking business.

"He’s a dick," Sean proclaims decisively. "Who is Eduardo Saverin? What is that?"

"Right," Mark says with facetious twist to his face, like that was some sort of secret code, and the translation was giving Mark the same feelings he had when someone wanted to discuss a letter from the Winklevosses.

"What?" Sean challenges. "We’re criminals. We’ve entered a life of crime together. He’s part of my posse. We’re going to start an underground cartel of ex-Facebook employees."

It turns out to be a surprisingly pleasant feeling to see someone else faced with Sean Parker’s smug, goading grin, patently outmaneuvered and unable to do anything about it but fume.

As Eduardo needs whatever vague sources of contentment he can get at this point, it does not feel like complete opposite day to enjoy the sight of Sean leaning back in his chair, by all appearances not intimidated in the least at the thought of facing down his recently showered CEO in a Counting Crows t-shirt that turned out to be sporting a hole in the armpit.

"If you wanted in, you should have faced down a Schedule II substance felony charge. We met this hooker with a very interesting life story. Eduardo explained to him that he could charge more than $50 for a blowjob and I told him about this thing my second ex did with her tongue. It was a constructive evening."

Mark turns to Eduardo and says, "Can we talk," apparently having decided that his best bet is to ignore the provocation, which Eduardo could have told him wasn’t going to work.

Sean takes a loud slurp of his coffee. "If I’m fired, I don’t think you can make me leave."

"I didn’t say you were fired," Mark retorts, jaw flexing. "I said you might be fired, and I didn’t ask you to leave out of courtesy for Wardo, who for some asinine reason might require your presence." Mark’s face tightens further. "As he has thus far seemed to prefer it."

As this last comment has a disbelieving, accusative tone, and all accusations should be coming from his side of the table, thank you very much, Eduardo responds, "Slim competition."

"I deserved that," Mark concedes, which almost makes Eduardo, literally, topple his chair (mostly because he was keeping balance by wrapping his feet around the legs of the table, and shock made them limp).

He straightens himself and focuses on returning his heart rate to normal. Deep, even breaths and all that.

Mark’s watching him, which has always been at turns addictive and unsettling.

Eduardo narrows his eyes. "I spent a morning in Sean Parker’s bed."

"No one deserves that," commiserates Mark, with all due seriousness.

"I will have you know," Sean says, "those are 600 thread count Egyptian Cotton sheets."

Eduardo scoffs, "When did you last wash your pillows?" but Sean smirks at him knowingly and says,

"Guess you didn’t get a good look at that hooker’s golden locks, pal. We’re grabbing some lice-be-gone after I finish my turkey and mayo. Just in case."

"You sat on the bed, didn’t you?" Eduardo conjectures from the look on Mark’s face.


[sorry for the short posts, stupid comment limit made me split what I intended to be 1 comment]
[for more information on the widely varying fees charged by male prostitutes, see the documentary "101 Rent Boys"]

Re: Call It Catharsis (5/7?) Eduardo/Mark - (Anonymous), 2011-07-02 07:20 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: Call It Catharsis (5/7?) Eduardo/Mark - (Anonymous), 2011-07-02 07:26 pm (UTC)(Expand)

Call It Catharsis (6/7) Eduardo/Mark


Mark hovers next to the bathtub where Eduardo and Sean are already crouched, hair mashed with shampoo.

"I don’t itch," he protests peevishly, but Eduardo is adamant. The consequences of failure are too fucking gross.

"Get over here, no chances," he says, and fights not to automatically make room at his side.

It’s hard to remember that Eduardo is supposed to be completely disgusted with him when Mark is being so Mark, and only 18 hours ago Mark was his best friend in the world, who he wanted to make out with and maybe even fuck his ass, though he’d never done that before. That’s a lot of emotional and mental adjustment to work through for someone who’s sputtering under a detached shower head with you.

"FYI," Sean says thickly, "If you open your eyes, it feels like acid eating through your retinas."

"Noted," Mark croaks.


They return to the bedroom to surround the theoretical point of infection, and it seems like a good plan to mostly walk around the perimeter, peering suspiciously, because this way they won’t have to, you know, talk to each other. And as a secondary personal benefit, Eduardo can keep a small amount of the lining in his stomach.

He is going to absolutely look up how young you have to be to develop ulcers, right after he climbs out of this hell hole that has become his life and/or sleeps for a week.

"Do we just, uh, spray Raid on the sheets?" Eduardo says, tugging at the towel around his neck, and they stare at the mattress some more before coming to a unanimous decision that it’s better to be safe than sorry.

Sean goes to the sink to retrieve a couple large trash bags, which Mark seems to take as a cue to talk about Facebook’s search feature until Eduardo walks to the other side of the room to pretend to examine the clock that he could read perfectly well from where he’d been standing.

It’s shockingly simple: Eduardo can’t look at him. Not like he’s the boy who drags Eduardo out of parties, and lets him barge in without knocking, and shoots him half-smiles. Not like he’s Mark, the boy Eduardo had always believed was better than this, whose ability to feel and to feel for people Eduardo once would have defended perhaps not to the death, but almost certainly fists and definitely some very strong language.

They stuff the sheets and pillows as Sean holds open the garbage bags and then grab ahold of the mattress, upending it with Mark and Eduardo at the back and Sean at the front, pushing and pulling it forward.

It takes all three of them to carry the mattress out the front door, but they’ve successfully plopped it onto the sidewalk when Sean wipes his forehead and ventures, "Fuck, you think we need to wash our hair again?"

"Don’t say that," Eduardo pleads, apparently still a believer in mercy.


Edited at 2011-07-03 04:41 am (UTC)

Call It Catharsis (7/7) Eduardo/Mark - fill complete


Mark's on his phone for a good ten minutes as Eduardo tosses Sean's closet for two beach towels to spread over the coach. They're old and they're worn but it's workable, so he throws himself down on them and lays on his back, staring at the ceiling while Mark informs them that Chris is dealing with Sean's not-a-date. Chris will also have to speak to someone at Stanford, Mark says, and Sean makes a good attempt at appearing penitent before he gives up and collapses against the wall.

When Mark attempts to demand his attention, Sean sensibly throws his wallet at him. Eduardo considers raising a fist in solidarity, but he's trying to be unconscious.

"Christ, I cannot even right now. Can you just apologize for being a diabolical, power-hungry mastermind, agree to pay for our lawyer fees, as well as a sizable donation to some guy Eduardo will get you the name of, and then just cuddle him or whatever? And do not tell me you don't do cuddling. That right there is a man who needs to be cuddled."

Eduardo feels that he should maybe say something here, but that sounds like it would take a lot of energy.

So he completely understands when Sean follows up this outburst by sinking to the floor, mumbling, "Okay, I'm going to go lie down now. On box springs or the carpet," clearly beyond caring.

Mark pauses, eyes raking over Eduardo's, okay, slightly shivering frame.

He's flown across the country, had his heart broken, spent the night in lockup with jetlag, hasn't really bathed yet, might still have cocaine residue on his person, is wearing a geek-T with dress slacks and $300 shoes, and his head smells like turpentine.

Mark appears to take all this in and says, solemnly, "I will cuddle the fuck out of you."

And though obviously the mature, healthy thing to do would be to refuse, because he should absolutely, positively refuse -- Sean is yet again aggravatingly correct. He's had a very bad no good day. He would like to be held by the love of his life now.

"We have things to discuss, Mark," he says weakly, allowing himself to be scooted over, an arm to be slung around his back. Allowing himself to rub his face into a sweater than smells like fabric softener, then press it into warm neck skin. "Discussions will be had."

"After the cuddles," Mark says, tangling their legs together and curling his head down to press his mouth, just once, at the corner of each of Eduardo's squeezed shut eyes.


[so! I hope you liked it oflights. Sorry it was so short, but I've got too many other things I'm working on at the moment.]

Re: Call It Catharsis (7/7) Eduardo/Mark - fill complete - (Anonymous), 2011-11-15 08:37 pm (UTC)(Expand)

2nd Fill: Good Bros Don't Cuddle (1/?)

Ummm, warning for copious amount of Billy Olson, confused Eduardo, and little cuddling.


It began with a game of Never Have I Ever.

Mark, Dustin, and Chris were roommates, but Eduardo, despite being an acquaintance of Chris from Econ (and, by definition of first year college boys struggling to find their place in this new environment, a friend) felt left out of their group. There was a camaraderie among people who lived together that Eduardo couldn’t understand or try to understand (he had a single).

So when the trio invited Eduardo over to hang out at their suite, he brought Billy Olson along, a guy that knew Mark and Dustin from CS and Eduardo from a random humanities class he took for fun. Eduardo hoped that the presence of Billy would help him cope with the sense of loneliness, or, even better, give the three musketeers a hint to keep their inside jokes and their “remember that one time” anecdotes to themselves.

Eduardo thought about bringing beer, but decided not to because he didn’t know for sure how the other three would take it. They were still at that stage of the relationship when Eduardo wouldn’t risk revealing himself when he didn’t know which angle he should sell them. If they were square, he’ll play the ‘good boy from a good Jewish family’ card. If they were square who were pretending not to be, he’ll play the ‘seemingly good boy with a rebellious edge who is stuck in a strict Jewish family’ card. If they were just plain assholes, then well…Eduardo would hate it, but he would play the asshole card if need be.

Billy Olson, however, was not Eduardo and brought the beer anyway.

Eduardo hissed to Billy when they were outside the door. “What are you doing?” He gestured to the case of beer dangling dangerously from Billy’s hand. “We’re not old enough to drink.”

“Relax, Eduardo,” said Billy. He did some kind of hand gesture. “No one’s gonna be a bitch about it. They all want a piece of this.” Eduardo wasn’t sure if Billy was referring to the beer or to his own penis. It was hard to tell because Billy liked to make random and bad dick jokes.

Before Eduardo could dignify that with a response, the door swung open with Dustin greeting them. “Hey guys,” and then, spotting the case of beer in Billy’s hand, Dustin lurched forward and pulled Billy in a one-armed hug. “You brought beer? Fuck, I love you so much right now.”

Billy chuckled, trying not to drop the beer case. “Love you too man. No homo though.”

Dustin laughed, pushing Billy away.”Whatever man. Chris is all I need. Right, Chris?”

“Please leave me out of this.” Chris was sitting on the couch when Dustin moved for Billy and Eduardo to come in.

“That’s not what you said last night.” Dustin went to sit next to Chris but Chris kicked him. “Oww.”

“Mark!” Billy called. “Beer!”

Mark was, predictably, in front of his computer again. He peeked in the common room when Billy called, and, seeing the beer, he slowly detangled himself from the computer to join the party.

Eduardo felt a sharp disappointment bursting through because he had thought of bringing beer but decided not to.

“Hey” was all Mark said before settling in his favorite armchair by the minifridge. His greeting was for everyone, but Eduardo quickly greeted back with a “Hi” before Billy beat him to it.

But Billy was closer to Mark and he handed Mark a beer with ease. “Hey man.”

Mark took it gratefully and nodded in thanks.

Billy handed Eduardo the case for him to take one and pass it on to Dustin and Chris, and Eduardo almost decline one for himself, just to spite Billy, but being left out felt even worse, so he grudgingly took a beer and handed the rest to Dustin and Chris.

“Mark,” Dustin mock-whined. “Chris wanted me to pretend last night didn’t happen.”

Billy looked amused. “What did happen last night?”

“Nothing,” said Chris at the same time Mark said. “I’m not sure what I was seeing, but I watched anyway.”

Everyone laughed except for Mark who just smirked and Eduardo who just chuckled weakly because he felt left out of the conversation.

Re: 2nd Fill: Good Bros Don't Cuddle (1/?)

Aww, Wardo, my love. *hugs him*

He kind of reminds me of me? All unsure and trying keep everyone happy, cares about what people think of him.

2nd Fill: Good Bros Don't Cuddle (2/?)

Billy moved to the other side of the room to sit on the remaining armchair, and Eduardo realized that he was the only one standing. He could sit on the couch next to Dustin and Chris, but Dustin was sitting with his back against the arm rest and his feet against Chris’s thigh, taking space for two people, and Eduardo didn’t want to be impolite and tell him to shove aside.

“Dustin, move,” said Mark, eyeing Eduardo.

“Oh,” Dustin scrambled to make room. “Sorry man.”

“No, it’s alright,” said Eduardo. “You don’t have to move. I don’t want to sit down anyway.” Besides, Dustin was sitting on the side of the couch nearest to Billy, away from Mark, and Eduardo didn’t want to sit there anyway. And sitting between Chris and Dustin would make him feel bad for separating them.

“You could grab Dustin’s computer chair,” Chris suggested.

“Is that okay?” Eduardo asked.

“Yeah, it’s cool,” Dustin replied, and Eduardo went to grab the chair to put it in the space between Mark and Chris.

Of course, it was Dustin who suggested, “We should play a drinking game.”

“What game?” Billy asked, while Chris said. “No, we should not.”

Mark opened his beer with a bottle opener, and Eduardo remembered the time he asked Mark to take a look at his computer, and Mark had showed him his second baby—the first being his laptop—a screwdriver, a Swiss knife, and a bottle opener all in one. Mark had no use for the knife, but he thought it would be cool to have it. Mark gave Dustin The Glare of Death when he asked if he could borrow it.

Mark handed it to Eduardo wordlessly, and for a second, Eduardo just stared at him because all Eduardo could register in his mind was the fact that Mark was giving Eduardo his second baby. But then Eduardo realized that Mark just offered it so that Eduardo could open his beer bottle.

“Thanks,” said Eduardo. He took great care in getting the cap open slowly as not to meet Mark’s eyes.

“Why?” asked Mark, and Eduardo jumped in his seat. When he realized that Mark was talking to Dustin, he was relieved and a little disappointed.

“Because it’ll be fun!” said Dustin.

“It’ll be more humiliating than fun,” said Mark.

But Dustin was determined. “Well, nothing bring friends closer than embarrassing moments, yeah?” At this, he gave Chris and Mark a look, which made Chris flushed slightly and Mark lifted one of his brow.

It was one of those inside jokes that Eduardo didn’t get, but could guess. He tried to hold back his envy because there was no room for it. He took comfort in the fact that Billy was in the same boat as him.

“I am in,” said Billy.

“Me too,” said Eduardo, not wanting to be outdone. Besides, he really wanted to be a part of the group. He wanted his own inside jokes too, or at least, recognized the group’s inside jokes if it ever came up again.

A shrug was Mark’s only response.

Dustin turned to Chris.

Chris knew that he was being cornered. “I hate you,” he told Dustin.

“I love you too,” said Dustin, and Chris sighed. “Fine, let’s do it.”

“What are we going to play?” asked Billy.

“Never Have I Ever,” Dustin replied. “It’s a game that you wouldn’t feel bad for losing.”

Mark scoffed. “You’ll be too drunk to feel bad anyway.”

Eduardo grinned, turning to Mark to find that Mark was already looking at him. Mark grinned back. “Yeah, let’s play,” Eduardo said, suddenly not feeling all that bad for not contributing much to the conversation.

“Who wants to start?” asked Dustin, and a silence followed. “Fine, I’ll go first. Never have I ever been in New York.”

“The state or the city?” asked Billy.

“The state.”

“Damn,” Billy took a swig. Everyone else did too.

Mark glared at Dustin, who shrugged. It wasn't Dustin's fault that Mark was from New York.

And so they all went around, each revealing a little bit more about themselves, but nothing too earth shattering. After a few rounds though, Eduardo was beginning to feel tipsy, and he suspected that everyone else was the same. It was nice. Eduardo found out random facts about his friends, the most memorable was Dustin’s swallowing of a goldfish on a dare in third grade to impress his crush. They abandoned the ten finger thing somewhere in the middle and stuck to the beer.

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Eduardo kicked Mark’s ankle with his feet. Mark attempted to retaliate, but he had shorter leg and couldn’t reach Eduardo. He ended up slipping out of his chair and onto the floor.

Everyone laughed and laughed because everything was much funnier with beer. Mark picked himself up from the ground and said, “Fuck you guys,” even though Eduardo could see the hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lip. He sat back in the armchair, shooting Eduardo a look that he interpreted as, ‘I shall get my revenge someday.’

After the excitement died down, Billy decided that he wasn’t going to let it be because when it was his turn in the game, he said. “Let’s make this even more fun.”

“How so?” Chris asked cautiously.

“The game is too—” Billy searched for a word but couldn’t find one in his beer-muddled mind.

“Vanilla,” Dustin finished for him, and Billy nodded in approval.

Eduardo didn’t like the sound of this. He turned to Mark. Mark shrugged.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Chris asked.

“It means that we all have to say something embarrassing,” replied Billy.

“And Dustin’s goldfish thing isn’t embarrassing enough?” said Mark, the alcohol loosening his tongue and be began to snickering to himself.

Mark was always the most lightweight out of all of them, Eduardo thought fondly. He let this image of Mark burned in his mind because he rarely see Mark like this, relaxed and smiling and happy.

“No, not like that,” Billy said. “Like, like—”

“About sex?” Dustin asked.

“Yeah!” Billy swung his arms dramatically, almost losing his grip on his beer. “Sex!”

This earned a groan from both Eduardo and Chris. Eduardo spoke first. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Anything that Billy comes out with can’t be a good idea,” said Chris.

Eduardo had to agree, although bringing the beer was a good one. Whatever.

“Let’s do it!” Dustin cheered, and Billy joined in his enthusiasm. “Yes!”

“Then you go first,” Eduardo said.

“What?” Billy squeaked, which broke Mark into a giggling fit. Eduardo was a little worried. If Mark started giggling, that meant he was really out of it.

“Why me?”

“Because you suggested it first,” Chris answered.

“You have to go first, man. It’s only fair,” said Dustin.

Billy knew that he was cornered. There was no point dragging this on any longer. “Fine, I’ll start.” He took a breath, ducking his head a little, as if what he will say will destroyed the whole universe. “Never have I ever had sex.”

Eduardo took a swallow from his bottle. Then, he couldn’t help himself but laughed. Billy never had sex, but he wanted the game to head down that road. This guy was really shameless.

“What’s so funny?” Chris said defensively. Eduardo suddenly realized that Chris and Dustin didn’t drink from their bottle.

“No, there’s nothing wrong with not having sex,” Eduardo frown. “You mean you guys never—”

“No,” said Dustin. “Virgin and proud!” He did this weird robot dance that had Chris broke into giggles. Giggles.

Billy whooped and reached over to Dustin for an awkward high five. “Virgin and proud, baby!”

“No,” Chris answered, sounding embarrassed. “I’ve never….I haven’t found a guy who…is right.”

There was an awkward pause, and then Billy broke it, “Awww, Chris.” He got out of his chair, stumbling over the couch with his arms spread wide for a hug.

“No,” he glared at Billy, and Billy raised both of his hands in surrender. “Alright,” Billy settled back into his chair.

Chris turned to Dustin, who was staring at him, “What?”

Then suddenly Dustin lunged forward and pulled Chris into a hug. “Dustin, let go,” said Chris, but it sounded like he didn’t really mean it. But then Dustin planted a sloppy kiss on Chris’s cheek, and Chris shoved him off, his face burning red.

“There’s so much heterosexuality in this room right now,” said Billy.

“Fuck off,” Dustin laughed. “You’re just jealous.”

Billy laughed good-naturedly. “Maybe. Although I’m kind of bummed out that most of us haven’t had sex. This would cut the game short. But,” he turned to look at Eduardo, and Eduardo knew that he wouldn’t like what was going to come. “We do have Eduardo and Mark here who had.”

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Eduardo looked at Mark, suddenly noticing that Mark had not said anything for the past few minutes. Mark had sex before? Well, Eduardo didn’t want to sound like a douche bag, but if Dustin and Chris hadn’t had sex, then he wouldn't expect Mark to either.

It was kind of weird because Mark was supposed to be…Eduardo didn’t know, but it was a little strange to imagine Mark as a sexual being. Really strange. Weird. Because Mark was supposed to be his friend, a friend that Eduardo did not associate with sex. Ever.

Mark didn’t say anything, just stared back at Billy defiantly, as if he was saying, ‘So what?’ and ‘You wished you had sex’ at the same time.

“I want stories,” said Chris, and when Dustin shot him a look, Chris said. “What? Aren’t you curious too?”

“I am,” Dustin admitted.

“Me too,” Billy chimed in.

And then they were all looking at him and Mark expectantly. Oh fuck no.

“What?” Eduardo suspected that he looked like a trapped animal right now.

“Stories,” replied Dustin. “Now.” He made a point of putting his hands under his chin. Both Chris and Billy leaned forward, elbows on their knees attentively.

He didn’t say anything because he was hoping that Mark would go first. But Mark didn’t say anything, and he didn’t seem that bothered by the other three’s expectant staring. Eduardo was though. He really felt like some kind of zoo animal, and he really wanted them to stop. Like right now.

“Fine,” Eduardo caved in, and the other three whooped, high fiving each other. Eduardo shook his head and turned to Mark, who was looking at him curiously. Eduardo felt abashed all of a sudden, and for some reason he didn’t want to talk about his embarrassing first time in front of Mark. It made him felt vulnerable, which was strange because Mark wasn’t going to be weird about it, right?

“How old were you?” Chris asked to push him along.

“It was junior year of high school,” Eduardo sighed. “There was…this girl. We’ve been friends for awhile. Sort of.” Actually, she was a friend of a friend, but whatever, close enough. “We were playing a video game at her house when her parents weren’t home, and then she sort of leaned over—”

Eduardo wanted to hide right about now because his story sounded all awkward and not at all smooth and cool. “She said that she planned for this, and yeah.”

Everyone guffawed, except for Mark, who just chuckled and looked at Eduardo with this…look. Eduardo felt tingly and strange because Mark was his friend, and….and then he just quickly added, “Well, she wasn’t really a friend. More of a friend of a friend.” As if the words would put some kind of distance between him and Mark.

“Was she hot?” asked Billy.

“She was pretty,” Eduardo said generously. She was alright, a bit doughy in places, and definitely bigger than him, but at that age, Eduardo was scrawnier and smaller than everybody. It wasn’t until senior year when his growth spurt really hit off. Eduardo wisely chose to hold back that information.

“Was it good?” asked Dustin.

“Yeah,” Eduardo answered. It was awkward and sweaty, and he came before she did, but…”She thanked me after we were done.”

“She thanked you?” Chris sniggered, and the others joined in, even Mark.

“Fuck off,” said Eduardo, face flaming. He wanted to see what Mark thought about all of this, but he didn’t have the courage to look at him. “I mean, I just assumed that she must have had a better time than I did. That’s what the thanks means, right?”

This earned another round of guffaws. Even Mark joined in this time, clutching his stomach and wiping away the beer dribbling down his chin from laughing so hard with his sleeve.

“Oh Eduardo,” Dustin said when he finally got a grip of himself. “I feel sorry for the girl who was forced to have sex with you.”

“She came on to me!” Eduardo defended himself. “How was I supposed to know that she was going to jump on me during Mario?” The guys laughed again.

Eduardo felt embarrassed, yes, but he also felt happy because for the first time, he felt belonged in the group. Well, Eduardo felt comfortable with Mark, but this was the first time he felt like he fit in with the whole gang. It was nice. Really, really nice.

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