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Eduardo/Sean, pretend dating

We haven't had a E/S pretend dating fic yet have we?

So let's say, in a no shares dilution AU where Eduardo joined them in Palo Alto as CFO, Facebook got off the ground and media attention is focused on them, but there's lots of bad press about Sean so Mark told him to either clean up his image or leave! Cue Sean enlisting Eduardo in his plan of showing he cleaned up because he's dating Eduardo that sweet darling Bambi-eyed gentleman. I'm guessing Eduardo was worn down by Sean's persistent attempts and finally just agreed to go along with it to give himself some peace and quiet.

And of course, the media attention (I don't know, silicon valley paparazzi????) means that they have to keep up appearances and go to dates and events, show physical affection etc etc. And they start spending more time together and get along and feeeeeeeeeeelings develop yay!

Bonus if friends who don't know its pretend tell them they long expected it, they knew all that tension was just UST!

Come on you know you want to fill this, don't even resist it! ;)


'Man- Mark. I'm sorry, dude. Shit, it's that fucking Dickson, he's got it in for me.'

Mark presses his fingertips to his chin, fixes his gaze on the ceiling.

'C'mon, just- I said I was fucking sorry, what more do they want?'

The what more do you want? is implicit.

Mark focuses on him, lips thin.

'Probably a little respect, or something. Maybe you should try not fucking with every girl you come across. And her mom. Just a thought.'

Sean wants to laugh, so he does, high and a little frantic, 'respect? I'm sorry, do I hear Mark Zuckerberg lecturing me about respect?'

'Be quiet, Sean,' he leans across the desk, eyes wide and blue and angry, laptop elsewhere for the first time in recent history, 'you- they wanted to put you away for this, you realise.'

'No,' Sean snaps, 'I hadn't fucking noticed.'

Mark stands, hand buried in his pockets and shoulders hunched, 'this is bad,' voice hard and fast, nervous, Sean realises, heart going jackrabbit in his chest, 'you could have- this is going to be everywhere, not just Palo Alto, and people are- God.'

'It'll blow over, man, it always does.'

Mark barks a laugh, turns to face him, 'yeah, maybe the first or second time. This isn't your fucking TV drama of a life, this is Facebook, alright, asshole, this is everything,' and he flings an arm out to the clear glass surrounding his office, the desks and the people milling about, typing furiously.

Sean can feel his heart thudding against his chest.

'Are you- am I fired?' he croaks, trying for nochalent.

Mark glances at him, crosses his arms, 'no.'


'Shut up and let me think.'

They quieten. Sean stumbles over to the sofa in the corner and collapses, tries to ignore the paper scattered on the low table, his own face, haggard and pale, the girls in the background, the tagline, cocaine hidden in there somewhere.

'Fuck, I need a drink,' he sighs, gives a weak grin as Mark shoots him a look.

'We need Chris.'

'Right. That too.'

Mark strides across the office, dials the three code extension and snaps for Chris to 'get his ass down here now'.

Sean calls, 'bring beer', winces away as Mark glares.


'You're fucked.'

Sean groans, waves his hand in the approximate area of the door. Chris flaps a paper around, his face red, 'are you fucking kidding me, Parker? Do you realise the amount of shit I've had to-'

'Yeah, Chris, I fucking know.'

Mark pulls the pen out of his mouth, points it at the TV where images of the office are flashing.

'Fix it.'

Chris is- well, it looks like he's about to expire, but Mark hunches down, headphones on, delegation complete. Chris gives him two, very enthusiatic fingers and turns to Sean, mobile already out.

'Right. He's not pressing charges.'

Sean releases the breath he didn't even realise holding, sinking into the cushions, 'oh, thank you, thank you.'

'Yeah, well, apparently Senator March would rather have a very private divorce and send his daughter to finishing school. He doesn't even want to discuss the drugs on the premises. Or, you know, you.'

Sean scrubs a hand through his hair.

'What now?'

'Now?' Chris scrolls through his Blackberry, 'now. Well, it's you, isn't it,' he looks up, eyes beady, 'I'd rather just fire you and deal with 'desertion' rumors, but Mark is, for some reason, on your side.'

'I get it, dude, ok, loud and clear. Three strikes, I'm out.'

'Yeah, well, this is it. You fuck up again, you're out on your ass.'

Parker reached notoriety in the early noughties as a co-founder of Napster. He, along with co-founders Shawn and John Fanning, created huge controversy with the file sharing service after various arms of the music industry sued them for breach of copywright. Parker joined the social networking giant Facebook in early 2004 as President, but a string of drug busts and media scandals have blighted his career from start to finish. This latest escapade may not be uncharacteristic, but one has to wonder, how much will it take before CEO Mark Zuckerberg cuts him-

'Bitch,' Chris bites out, punching the remote and cutting off the dark-haired reporter mid sentence. He turns towards Sean, eyes tired, serious, 'I'm not joking, Sean. This isn't just about you. We really need you to just- just start acting like the President you're occasionally capable of being. No more partying. No more drugs. And for fucks sake, no more threesomes with barely legal women and their mothers.'

'Chris, man, thank you. Seriously.'

Chris sinks into the sofa beside him, tilts his head back, closes his eyes, 'yeah. Look, you should probably go home. Lie low for a while. I'll deal with stuff here.'

Sean squeezes his shoulder, slings his bag over his back.

'I'll see you. I'll see you when I see you.'

'Sean!' he hears, turns from the door. Mark has his headphones off, eyes narrowed in his direction.


'This is it. I mean it.'

Sean swallows, feels the band of worry tighten around his chest.

'Got it.'


The first thing Sean wants to do, when he arrives home, is drink. Which is a bitch, because as much as he'd love to get completely trashed and hit up a bar, maybe Nola, and that little waitress with the tight tops and great cleavage, he knows that: this is it. He's been lucky, before, the media attention limited to the bay, and only causing enough trouble to give Chris mild heartburn.

And he may chat shit about having more than enough money, which is true, but the only thing that scares him more than being broke? It's being irrelevant. Useless.

He needs this job.

Man up, Parker, he thinks, flicks through the channel guide, avoiding the newstations, it's just good behaviour, no sweat.

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Re: 1c/? OP - (Anonymous), 2011-08-23 09:36 pm (UTC)(Expand)


Sean lights up a joint, sits in his bathtub like he used to when he was fourteen and his asshole of a stepmom would pound on the door and shriek at him to tidy his fucking room, like he was a fucking kid.

Sean is pretty sure he made the best decision of his life, getting the hell out of there just shy of his sixteenth birthday.

He needs a plan. He needs a- well first he needs the world to stop moving, then he needs a plan. A good plan. The world and Mark is convinced he’s a fuck-up, which is not ideal, because no one listens to fuck ups, so logically, he needs to show the world that Sean Parker is back, in a big way, in a pre-one-million-members -drug-bust way.

Christ, that feels like a long time ago.

His phone vibrates in his pocket, and he reaches for it, clumsily, knocks his head on the tap.

‘Shit,’ he mutters, slides the cover open, blinks blearily at the screen.

Nice one, Parker, let me know next time you’re planning on fucking up your life, I’ll bring the popcorn.

He only knows one person who send meticulously spelled and grammatically correct texts.

One total assbag, actually.

All of a sudden, his actions seem so magnificently clear.

Shit, he thinks, studies the smoking spliff. Dude wasn’t fucking joking when he called this Supergrass.


Eduardo is scrolling through his BB when Sean slides into a chair opposite him, sunglasses sliding down his nose. He doesn’t look up, and Sean gestures for a coffee to the sullen man behind the counter.

The café is out of town, out of necessity, as every goddamn pap in the state seems to have parked on University Way in an attempt to hassle him with questions. There is a plastic menu on the table, which Sean pretends to study as Eduardo finishes up on his phone. He pulls the glasses off, shoves them into a corner of his briefcase and takes a moment to stare, something mean and amused around his mouth.

‘I’m surprised it took as long as it did.’

Sean cocks his head, dumps a shit load of sugar in his coffee, ‘huh?’

‘For them to finally have photographic evidence that you’re as much of a douche as I always knew.’

Sean rolls his eyes, ‘be less bitter. Anyone might think you’re still pissed about the dilution thing.’

‘You tried to get Mark to push me out of Facebook!’

‘Yeah, tried being the operative word, dummy. It’s not like it happened, did it?’

The man leans back into his chair, eyes narrowed and chest heaving.

‘You’re an asshole.’

‘You need to come up with new insults for me, that one wears a little thin after the fourteenth thousand time.’

Eduardo clatters his spoon to the table and sends him a warning glare. Sean reminds himself of what he’s here for, tries a grin.

‘What the fuck do you want, Parker?’


‘I need a favour.’

‘I am not hiding your stash for you.’

‘Christ, why does everyone think I have a stash? No, fuck.’

‘Well, what?’

Sean eyeballs him, the downward turn of his mouth, the smooth skin of his neck.

‘I need a date for this- I need a date.’

‘If you think I’m setting you loose on my friends you’re mistaken.’

‘No, I mean. You,’ he grimaces, ‘I need you.’

There isn’t even a spark of realisation in his eyes.

‘You need to what?’

Sean groans, ‘fuck, you, ok, I need to date you.’

There is a moment of silence. Then he starts to laugh. Loudly. It’s kind of insulting.

‘You- you’ve got to be fucking kidding me!’

Sean scowls, ‘what?’

‘You want me to date you? For real?’

‘Yeah, God, why is- stop laughing, I’m being serious!’

His laughter slows, but his eyes are lit up, incredulous, ‘why?’

Re: Eduardo/Sean, pretend dating

A.N. Faily comment length. Urgh, anyway!

And this, this he can do. He throws open his pitch with wide, beseeching eyes, enthusiastic gestures.

‘Right. Despite all evidence that I hold to the contrary, you somehow have everyone convinced you’re this- shit hot, clever and simultaneously incredibly nice guy who saves puppies and helps old ladies across the street and has missionary sex three point four times a week with a significant other who you love.’

Eduardo is wide-eyed, and he presses on, ‘look, I was just going to ask how the hell you do it, but actually, my way is a lot less boring and a lot less time-consuming and when you’re not being a total bitch you’re actually not a swamp-monster. And I just-’


He’s thrown for a moment, blinks.

‘What? No, wait, listen-’

‘I said no.’


‘Because,’ and he looks pissed now, ‘despite this very romantic proposition, I am actually not in the mood to date a complete asshole who tried to fuck me over a couple of years ago and for some reason gets infinite lives from Mark despite his shit-storm of a life. Also, I hate you.’

‘Look, I’m not asking you to actually date me, I just need it to look like we’re dating. And it’s not like I’m your biggest fan, or anything, Wardo.’

The man snorts and stands, slinging his bag over his shoulder, and Sean panics, reaches out to grasp his wrist, ‘I’m sorry, ok. Please, just-’ he waves at the vacated chair. Eduardo sits, his shoulders a tight line.

‘I really need your help,’ and he knows he’s being a manipulative asshole, can’t bring himself to stop, ‘please, just, help me get back in everyone’s good books, make Facebook look like an actual business we can run and I will owe you, bigtime. Please, Wardo, please.’

He sees him stiffen at the mention of Facebook, like he knew he would, his and Mark’s baby, a regular chip off the old block.

‘Please,’ he tries again.

Eduardo looks at his clenched fists, lip caught between his teeth.

‘I need to think about it.’

Sean nods, hands wide, ‘of course, man.’

He’s driving back home when his phone buzzes.

I’m in. Tuberculosis Benefit, Friday night. Wear a fucking suit.

Sean grins. Hell yes.

^^ 2c/? - (Anonymous), 2011-08-24 07:53 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: Eduardo/Sean, pretend dating - ymorton, 2011-08-24 08:53 am (UTC)(Expand)
playing it cool - (Anonymous), 2011-08-24 09:15 am (UTC)(Expand)
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Re: Eduardo/Sean, pretend dating - (Anonymous), 2011-08-24 11:28 am (UTC)(Expand)
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Re: Eduardo/Sean, pretend dating - elipie, 2011-08-24 02:55 pm (UTC)(Expand)
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Re: Eduardo/Sean, pretend dating - kiyota711, 2011-08-24 10:57 pm (UTC)(Expand)
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Re: Eduardo/Sean, pretend dating - reject36, 2011-08-25 02:17 pm (UTC)(Expand)


Sean picks up his tux from the dry-cleaners on Friday, the Korean woman behind the counter arguing loudly with her daughter in a shrill, piercing voice. He slings the plastic covered suit over his shoulder and slides his sunglasses on, elbows his way through a group of tourists hovering uncertainly by the lights when his phone rings.

‘Yo yo yiggity yo!’

’What are you, twelve?’

Sean grins, unlocks his car.

‘Mr Saverin, to what do I owe this- something?’

’You’re picking me up at six.’

Sean rolls his eyes.

‘Seven. Actually, make it eight, I don’t want to hang out with you for any longer than is necessary.’

’The benefit starts at six-thirty, you’re picking me up at six. I’m doing you a favour, dickwad, you do as I say or I’ll be telling Mark all about this ridiculous plan of yours.’

Sean feels his mouth dry, ‘how do you know I haven’t already told him?’

There is tinny laughter down the line, ’Please. You’re so close to being fired you can smell it. This isn’t just about the papers, is it?’ and Sean can practically hear his smirk, ‘Mark is done with you, isn’t he?’

Sean hangs up to the sound of his laughter, chest tight.

3b/? Er ignore the brief anon fail there

The cab pulls up to Eduardo’s apartment, a classy little number about half an hour away from the Facebook offices, barring traffic.

‘That’ll be forty dollars.’

‘Keep the change.’

‘You sure? Thanks, man. You want me to wait?’

‘Nah, he’s got a car booked.’

Sean straightens his jacket and strolls up to the door, buzzes through to Apartment 7.

‘It’s me.’

The door buzzes open.

He takes the stairs at a jog, knocks on the door only for it to swing open.

‘It’s open!’

He pushes through tentatively, the sounds of a sax wailing through the air.


‘There’s wine on the side, help yourself,’ the man calls from somewhere deeper in the apartment, his voice a little muffled.

Sean shrugs, roots around for a glass, hesitates for a brief second and pours a second.

‘You want a drink now, or...?’

‘Yeah, thanks,’ and a slender, bronzed arm pokes out from around the bathroom, takes the glass delicately. Sean eyes the jut of his wrist before it slips out of sight, compensates with a gulp of wine.


‘Mm. Jack gives me a case, every few months.’


‘My ex.’

Sean raises an eyebrow, studies a picture on the wall, mutters quietly, ‘yeah, sounds like something an ex does.’

‘What was that?’

He raises his voice, ‘I said that’s nice of him.’

Eduardo walks out of the bathroom, shirtless, his mouth an amused curve.

‘It is, isn’t it? He’s in the wine trade business, operating mainly out of London.’

‘You still see him?’

‘Only when he drops off the case.’

‘Yeah, but do you see him.’

Eduardo smiles, eyes mischievous, ‘like I said. When he drops off a case.’

Sean clinks their glasses, grins wolfishly, ‘slut.’


Eduardo shrugs, the slim expanse of his shoulders bunching, ‘I work hard, and he’s decent in the sack.’

Sean takes a sip, shakes his head wonderingly, ‘how the fuck do you do it?’

Eduardo sets his glass down, reaches up to fiddle with Sean’s bowtie, ‘do what?’

Sean gives him a pointed look, juts his chin out, shudders as warm fingertips ghost over his chin, ‘tickles. Make people think you’re this- just perfect.’

‘No one thinks that.’

Sean reaches up to catch his hands, ‘yeah, they do.’

His wrists are sharp and thin. He can circle the circumference of them with his thumb and finger.

‘It’s really fucking annoying.’

He could tug him closer. He doesn’t, coughs and ducks away.

‘Weren’t we supposed to have left by now?’

Eduardo suddenly seems aware of his state of undress.

‘Yes. I mean, no. I lied, it doesn’t start for an hour, we need to establish what we’re going to say.’


He gets a snort, ‘because I still very publicly despise you. I think people are going to wonder what the hell happened. Including our friends.’

‘I hate you too,’ Sean replies on autopilot, ‘but shit, yeah. Let’s just- let’s go for sexual tension and a thin line between love and hate?’

Eduardo raises an eyebrow, ‘seriously? That’s your entire story?’

‘Fantastic sex followed by a secret relationship? Couples have gotten together for less.’

‘I- ok. So, what, we’re coming out now because…?’

Sean flutters his eyelashes, glad the tension in the room has dissipated, ‘I couldn’t contain my love for you any longer.’



‘Shit,’ Eduardo huffs, strides off to his room, ‘the things I do for Facebook.’

Re: 3c/? - mowglimoonshado, 2011-08-29 09:40 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: 3c/? - ymorton, 2011-08-29 10:28 pm (UTC)(Expand)


The night is not a disaster.

It comes close though.

They arrive, Eduardo tuxed and primped (Sean has seriously no idea how he spends so much time in the bathroom only to emerge with his hair so ridiculously...cartoon like)but still pretty as fuck, which Sean has never denied because he may be a bastard but he's not blind. Cameras are flashing, and, hey, Sean has always been a bit of an exhibitionist, so he works the foyer, grins, fingerguns a couple of guys... and promptly gets a glass of champagne in his face from a passing woman he maybe fucked in a hotel bar once.

Even the paps seem stunned, so he blinks at them for a moment and they blink back, before Eduardo yanks at his arm and pulls him into a hallway leading away from the party.

'Are you trying to embarrass me?' he hisses, pushing him into a bathroom and brandishing a handtowel in away that makes him look a little crazy, patting him down with way more force than necessary.

'Hey dude, she was crazy, all I did was get Bollinger thrown in my face!' he licks his chin thoughtfully, concedes 'huh, maybe it's Krug.'

Eduardo knots his eyebrows, 'Christ, stop having sex with everyone you meet.'

'That is a tall order, dude.'

He rinses his face, grins at the man in the mirror who looks like he might spontaenously combust, 'at least it's not red wine. Small favours, and all that jazz.'


They emerge ten minutes later, which means of course that not only are they snapped coming out of a deserted hallway, but that everyone, and he really does mean everyone at the party is aware that Sean Parker has turned up with Eduardo Saverin.

Mark looks like he might be having a meltdown. Or a small stroke.

'Sean,' he waits a beat, 'Wardo.'

Dustin is wide-eyed, his girlfriend or date or money-grubbing gold digger, whatever, is standing forgotten in the background.

Chris seems to accurately sum up their collective feelings with a well-thought-out, 'what the ever loving fuck?'

Sean grins, sneaks a side-long look at Eduardo who has gone beet-red, mouthing soundlessly like a guppy. He slides a hand around his waist, plants a messy kiss on his cheek.

'Guys, I'd like you to meet my boyfriend. I think you know each other?'

Chris needs to, like, take a chill pill or something. He'll have to throw this shirt out now.

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'Oh God.'


'Oh God.'

Sean rolls his eyes, takes another piece of bread.

'You need to calm down.'

Eduardo turns wide eyes on him, 'everyone thinks we're dating. Mark is actually never going to speak to me again.'

'Yeah, uh, duh, you knew all this when I came and asked you to do it.'

He watches the man bury his face in his hands, muttering something about 'not realising how awful it would be'. He frowns, kind of- insulted.

'Why would it be so bad to date me, anyway? I'm a catch!'

He hears a muffled snort, 'there are not enough words for how bad it would be to actually date you. A reminder, I'm not dating you, because of all those reasons. I am not-really-dating you because you're making my company look like a crack den.'

They're huddled in a corner of the room, Sean sponging ineffectively at his sodden shirt with soda water. Around them people are mingling, glancing their way every so often with barely hidden incredulity.

'Go on.'


'I want to know! Why would it be so bad to date me? I've never had a problem before, everyone has always been really glad to get some of the Sean Parker treatment!'

Eduardo snaps his head, looks at him, mouth set in a smile, eyes narrowed and furious, 'that right there is one reason. You are not awesome. You are not even a nice person.'

'Er, I'm here, aren't I, supporting blind kids or whatever? That's a fucking nice thing to do!'

'It's Tubercolosis, and lower your voice, asshole, unless you want to have a very public breakup of the shortest, shittiest relationship ever.'

Sean frowns, anger coiling inside his belly. It's amazing, he can't even remember how they were somewhat getting along at his apartment, 'fuck you. Everyone thinks your so fucking wonderful, with your causes and your bullshit work ethic, but I still remember the snot-nosed kid who couldn't even accept that he was totally wrong for a company until his best friend almost had to force him out.'

He's gone too far.

Eduardo is pale, his eyes fixed on his hands, a little glassy. Sean swallows, anger ebbing away.

'I- shit, ok, that was too much. I'm sorry. Wardo-'

'Don't call me that.'

Sean watches him leave with a sinking sensation in his chest. He can see Mark eyeing him from across the room.



This is Eduardo Saverins phone, I'm not available right now, but please leave a message after the tone, and I'll get back to you as soon as possible.

'Eduardo, Ed- Wardo. I'm sorry, ok? Please just- call me or something. I want to- apologise. Just call me back.'

He hangs up, groans and motions for a drink from the waiter. The man eyes his ruined shirt and suit snottily, but grudingly dispenses a glass of champagne.

'So. Already scared him off?'

'Hi Chris, holy shit, it's so good to see you.'

'Cut the crap,' he sits next to him, eyes narrowed, 'I'm not stupid, what the fuck is going on? There is no way in hell you're in a relationship, especially, especially not with Wardo.'

'Shows how fucking much you know.'


Sean turns, glares at the man, 'you know what? Fuck you. I could be in a relationship, and it could be with Wardo, and could be with Mother fucking Teresa for all you'd believe me, so why don't you just get off your fucking high horse and stop judging me.'

His exit isn't nearly as graceful, but it certainly makes him feel a little better.


'I heard you yelled at Chris.'

'What- Eduardo?'


'What time is it?'

'Two. Thirty. I guessed you'd be out. Or with someone.'

Sean gives a weak chuckle, 'is that how much our fake relationship means to you? Meant to you.'

There's a long sigh over the phone. Sean leans back into his pillows, listens to him breathing.

'You- you need to be- we need to be nicer. If this is going to work.

Sean squeezes his eyes shut, 'I sort of thought you'd bailed. I'd understand. I was a dick.'

'I- me too. I was- anyway. This can't go on. Not just because you need to come across as less of a skeeve, but also because this is the least professional relationship ever. We can't have two shareholders at loggerheads all the time. It makes the company look ridiculous.'

There is a pause.

</em>'Also. You were sort of right. Don't say anything.'</em>

Sean grins reluctantly, keeps his mouth shut.

'So here is how it's going to work. You will behave, and I will resist the urge to kill you. We'll both do a lot of counting to ten. You and I will go for brunch tomorrow, and you will be the charming man I am aware you are capable of being. And I will be nice.'

Sean hums in agreement, feels relief flooding through him in waves.

'Wardo, man. Thanks.'

'Yeah. Yes, ok. I'll see you tomorrow, come to mine for ten.'

'Eleven,' Sean counters, feels relieved at the soft laugh he gets in return.

'See you at ten thirty.'

Sleep comes easy, after that.

Re: 4d/? - (Anonymous), 2011-08-30 10:46 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: 4d/? - mowglimoonshado, 2011-08-30 11:59 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: 4d/? - cissy_chan, 2011-08-31 07:10 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: 4d/? OP - (Anonymous), 2011-08-31 09:22 pm (UTC)(Expand)




They dither for a second, Sean going left as Eduardo goes left, their noses bumping uncomfortably as he finally lands a kiss, dry, on his cheek, near his ear.


'Yeah. Um, let's sit, shall we?'

They sit down, chairs scraping across paving slabs. Eduardo fidgets with his menu for a second, hands quick and nervous. Sean reaches out before he can stop himself, linking their fingers by the salt shaker. Eduardo looks like he might pull away for a second, the tendons in his arm tight, but he relaxes, sends a small, rueful smile in his direction.


'Um, yes, cool.'

Sean gives his hand a pat, reaches for his own menu even though he's ordered the same thing here for years.

'The pancakes are good.'


'Would I lie to you?' and he means it as a joke, winces as the words come out of his mouth, 'hey, shit, sorry-'

'It's fine, really, I didn't even- it didn't cross my mind.'


Eduardo smiles again, reaches out and brushes his fingers over his wrist. It sends a jolt of goosebumps up his arm.

'Honestly. But thanks.'

Sean turns his hand up, feels a curling in his spine as their palms drag across each other.

'What are you-'

'Photographer, behind you.'

Eduardo half-turns in his seat, Sean brings his hand up, kisses his knuckles. The fingers in his tighten, but they don't retract. Sean smirks, gets a frustrated glare shot his way.

Huh. For a moment there, he'd almost looked fond.

Sean has got to cut back on the pot.

Re: 5/? - kiyota711, 2011-09-10 10:26 am (UTC)(Expand)
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