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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Social_Network_(2010)
  Relationship:
      Eduardo_Saverin/Mark_Zuckerberg
  Character:
      Eduardo_Saverin, Mark_Zuckerberg
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Boarding_School, Dom/sub
  Series:
      Part 1 of Boarding_School_'verse
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-06-30 Words: 2000
****** And it's peaceful in the deep ******
by popsongnation
Summary
     Mark and Eduardo get stuck in a closet.
Notes
     Written for TSN Week
     All my gratitude to my beta
     [favicon]
adventuring who made this readable.
See the end of the work for more notes
Mark knew right from the beginning that this was a shitty idea. Eduardo had
said, “Sneak out with me tonight,” and hadn't taken no for an answer, in that
way he sometimes does. And it isn't like Mark is opposed to sneaking out on
principle: it's just that it's so impractical. Mark's dorm is pretty much
abandoned. His RA is out tonight, and even if he weren't, he's never much cared
about people sneaking in and out. All Eduardo would have had to do was sneak
over to Mark’s dorm. Piece of cake. But no. No, Eduardo wanted to go outside,
for some insane reason. It wasn't like sex under the stars was intrinsically
better than sex on a squeaky single, especially if you did it on the ground
without a blanket and potentially got grass and sand and bugs in inconvenient
places.
But Eduardo had insisted, so it's sex outside or no sex at all tonight, and you
can say what you want about Mark, but he has his priorities in order. Which are
the same as the priorities of every other sixteen-year-old boy.
So that's why Mark is sneaking down the grand stairs to the front hall at two
in the morning, heart beating so loudly he's sure the night watch must be able
to hear from wherever they currently are. Which can't be far, anyway. The back
parts of the school are basically deserted at this hour, which means they could
potentially do whatever on the south tower, but the entrance is tightly guarded
because students are not supposed to be on the grounds at night. Obviously.
That, of course, is exactly where Eduardo wants to be. For some reason. Mark
gave up trying to understand after the third exasperated text message he'd
received around eleven pm.
Mark edges along the wall for as long as he can. The front door is directly
ahead of him now. All he has to do is sprint toward it, push it open, and slip
outside. But this is where Eduardo was supposed to meet him, and he's nowhere
in sight.
Just as he's about to venture into the open space (waiting outside for Eduardo
is definitely safer than waiting in the front hall where he could be caught at
any moment), the skylight switches on, temporarily blinding him.
He knows the light switch is right around the corner, which gives him roughly
thirty seconds to make his escape. He pushes himself from the wall and runs as
fast as he can away from the advancing night watch and into an adjacent
hallway.
Once there, he realizes that he's run straight into a dead end. The night watch
will cross the front hall any second now, and of course they're going to at
least look at the brightly lit space, the space Mark is currently occupying.
Mark hardly has a clean record, nor does he care overly much about his
reputation, but being caught out of bed will lead to questions Mark won't be
willing to answer. The boarding school administration frowns upon sexual
relations between the students, and while Mark isn't sure what will happen if
they get discovered, he is pretty sure he won't like it.
He can hear their voices now, coming steadily closer, and he presses his back
against the wall and closes his eyes in a desperate attempt to become
invisible.
Suddenly, someone grabs his left arm. It's the opposite direction from where he
expected anyone to come, and it catches him completely off-guard, so he's
easily pulled backwards into what is apparently a broom closet.
There's a hand covering his mouth, and the only reason he doesn't bite it is
that he can smell Eduardo, and he knows he's safe.
“Shhhh. Don't scream,” Eduardo says as he lets go of Mark. One of his hands is
still wrapped around Mark's right wrist, though. Mark holds it utterly still so
Eduardo won't notice and let go. “Don't scream,” he repeats.
I'm not stupid, Mark wants to say, but Eduardo squeezes his wrist the moment he
opens his mouth, and Mark's breath leaves him in a sigh. Huh.
He wants to ask if Wardo has spider-senses, because he can see absolutely
nothing in the dark, but speaking is still kind of impossible. So he swallows
and tries to will his eyes into adjusting, concentrating really hard on things
that are not Eduardo. It's surprisingly difficult. Mark prides himself on being
a multitasker, though, and a little proximity and hormones are not going to
ruin that. No way.
So he concentrates. The voices of the night watch sound further away now, but
the hallway outside is still brightly lit, as one look through the keyhole
confirms. Until it automatically switches off again, they'd better stay put.
Eduardo finally lets go of his wrist, which Mark takes as permission to speak.
So he does, albeit in a whisper.
“So, this plan gloriously backfired,” he says, rubbing his wrist regretfully.
He kind of misses the pressure of Eduardo’s hand. It’s a weird, tingly
sensation.
Eduardo rolls his eyes. “We're here, are we not? You wanted to meet up, and we
did.”
“I wanted to meet you in my dorm. I told you, Parker never checks if we're in
bed. I bet he's out getting drunk half the time he's supposed to be on watch.
You wanted to look at the stars or some shit,” Mark shoots back in a hiss.
“Forgive me for trying to be romantic. But I think this works too.”
Mark has to agree that it does. They're together and alone, and he's never much
cared where he got off. A closet will do, if he can ignore the pathetic irony
of the situation.
His eyes seem to finally have adjusted, and he can see the outline of Eduardo
in the dark, his face mostly in shadow. Still, he knows Eduardo is grinning.
“You're right,” he says and takes a step toward him, hands coming up to tangle
in Eduardo's ridiculous hair on reflex. But Eduardo catches them easily and
presses them down to his sides, grabbing and turning Mark until he's crowded
against the wall, breathless and dizzy as Eduardo finally leans down to kiss
him. The kiss itself is very soft, undemanding, but the grip on Mark's wrists
is still tight, and Mark can't move, can't react, can't do anything but let
himself be kissed by Eduardo, slowly and thoroughly while Mark breathes and
feels.
His eyes are closed, something he only notices when Eduardo stops kissing him,
releasing his wrists to take hold of his shoulders. Mark whimpers, opening his
eyes slowly and looking up, trying to figure out what Eduardo wants from him.
What he wants from him. That's confusing for all of a second, but then
Eduardo's hands tighten on his shoulders—not much, but enough to bring Mark's
attention back to him. Mark's eyes find Eduardo's, and then Eduardo presses
down, just briefly, and Mark goes to his knees without breaking eye contact.
He opens Eduardo's pants. Eduardo's hands are in his hair now, threading
through it gently, and Mark's entire body is tingling, goosebumps all along his
spine. He's never felt so alive, so electrified and perfect.
He pulls Eduardo's boxers down, nuzzling at his cock, breathing in, eyes
closed. Everything seems far away somehow, like it's not really happening,
sloppy but perfect. He's drooling a little as he makes his way down the shaft,
licking the head before he takes it in his mouth and sucks and shifts and
pushes until he has it all down. He dimly wonders where his gag reflex went.
He's done this before, but it's never been like this, held together by
Eduardo's hands on him, one in his hair and the other trailing down his back to
rub. It shouldn't feel this good, but it does. Mark can barely remember how he
got here, but he's on his knees in a closet in front of Eduardo, his mouth
stuffed with his cock, tears trailing down his cheeks from the exertion. And it
feels amazing, his jaw and his knees aching, his lips stretched wide, his body
humming under Eduardo's hands.
He couldn't say how long he kneels there, everything's a blur, but eventually
Eduardo cups his jaw and tilts his head up. Mark's eyes flutter open—he hadn't
realized he closed them again—and their eyes meet. Eduardo looks wrecked,
pupils blown, sweating and panting, and Mark did that.
He says something then, tugs Mark's hair to make him pay attention, and Mark
focuses. It takes a lot of effort. “I'm going to come now,” Eduardo repeats,
“and you're going to swallow.” It's phrased as an order, but Mark hears the
question it really is, reads the uncertainty on Eduardo's face and the quiver
in his voice. He swallows once in answer, and Eduardo curses, low and in
Portuguese––or maybe Mark's brain is incapable of deciphering English at this
point. That's a possibility too.
And then Mark's back is against the wall, and Eduardo is holding his head with
both hands and pushing his cock into Mark as he comes, and Mark can do nothing
but swallow, so he does. But it spills over his lips anyway, trailing down his
jaw as Eduardo pumps into him, once, twice, three times. He feels so full,
overfull with Eduardo, and it's perfect.
Eduardo pulls out with a wet sound. Mark's mouth feels used and raw and worn,
and there's come and spit all over his face. He just stays kneeling, knees
aching, because he's not able to move yet. He's not sure he ever will be again.
But then Eduardo pulls him up. He's holding Mark up because he can barely stand
on his own, sandwiching him between his body and the wall. Eduardo's leg is
between his own, pressing.
He moans weakly, resting his head on Eduardo's shoulder, but Eduardo takes his
head in both of his hands again, holding it in place as he kisses him hard,
supporting every part of Mark now.
Mark whimpers as Eduardo releases his mouth to kiss his neck. Then he bites
down, and Mark muffles his scream into Eduardo’s shoulder as he comes, almost
untouched but completely wonderful.
He sags back against the wall, knees buckling. Eduardo presses up against him
and wraps his arms around Mark, holding him close as he shivers.
Slowly, Mark comes down from his high. He starts registering noise again, the
sounds of the heating system in the hallways and the chirps of birds filtering
in through a nearby window. The sun must be rising soon.
He brings one hand up to wipe at his eyes. They've stopped tearing now. He
swallows thickly. His voice just barely shakes as he asks, “What the hell was
that?”
Eduardo moves back slightly from where he'd been nuzzling at Mark's ear. Far
enough to look Mark in the eyes, concerned.
“Was it... okay?” he asks, eyes huge.
“It was amazing,” Mark answers honestly. ”I just don't... understand it at
all.”
Eduardo smiles slowly, then kisses Mark's head. Usually Mark would take issue
with that, but right now, he really can't bring himself to mind.
“I'm not sure either. But... you liked it? Are you sure?” Eduardo sounds so
worried that Mark can't help but smile. He tilts his head up, presses a soft,
chaste kiss to Eduardo's lips, and nods.
“I'm sure. We should maybe... do that again. Certainly. Not maybe.” He smiles
at Eduardo, and Eduardo smiles brightly back at him.
“Okay. But first... I guess we'll need to get you back to bed. Can you walk?”
“If you let me go, I'll try,” Mark says.
Eduardo moves back a bit, and Mark stands on wobbly knees. “Okay?” Eduardo
asks.
“Okay.” A few steps and Mark feels more secure. Eduardo's hand is hovering just
over the small of his back. He's pretty sure that if he were to fall, Eduardo
would catch him.
End Notes
     Lastly, this is not a how-to guide, neither to BDSM nor sex in
     general. I have no idea what I'm doing.
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