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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Social_Network_(2010)
  Relationship:
      Eduardo_Saverin/Mark_Zuckerberg
  Character:
      Mark_Zuckerberg, Eduardo_Saverin
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Boarding_School, Dom/sub
  Series:
      Part 2 of Boarding_School_'verse
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-08-10 Words: 1806
****** Down to the sea bed ******
by popsongnation
Summary
     Mark puts things in his mouth, and Eduardo tries hard to be the
     sensible one. Business as usual, really.
Notes
     How come all I write for this fandom is porn? Oh well.
     Beta'd by the fabulous
     [favicon]
adventuring
See the end of the work for more notes
Eduardo is of the opinion it should be illegal to eat fries the way Mark does.
There should be a law against it. It would be a pretty pointless law, since no
one but Mark would ever even consider eating fries that way, but it would make
Eduardo's life so much easier.
Maybe Eduardo could petition to take fries off the menu. They are extremely
unhealthy anyway. The whole student body would hate him, but again, it'd
probably be worth it.
Because the way Mark is eating fries is—
Well.
Mark eats fries like this: He dips them into mayonnaise, then ketchup, then
licks the ketchup-mayonnaise mixture off, and finally sucks the fry into his
mouth whole. All while staring into the distance, probably thinking about
coding, or math homework, or whatever it is Mark thinks of. He definitely
doesn't think about Eduardo's cock. Which, incidentally, is exactly what
Eduardo is thinking of.
He's having a really hard time not just dragging Mark off to the nearest closet
and doing things to him.
Which, all things considered, is probably not a good idea. Firstly, it's the
middle of the day. The halls will be crowded after lunch, and even if they got
into a closet unnoticed, they probably wouldn't get out again without anyone
seeing them. Secondly, after what happened the day before, Eduardo thinks some
talking would be in order, before they did anything else. Which is difficult,
because Eduardo doesn't even have the words for what he knows they need to talk
about. And Mark will probably just shrug and look at him like he really doesn't
think it warrants discussion. Which it does. The things Eduardo wants to do to
Mark definitely warrant discussion.
So Eduardo is kind of stuck, and Mark is still eating fries. Eduardo finally
manages to stop staring at him and instead turns to the rest of the table in
hopes of a distraction that’ll help get rid of his erection, possibly before
lunch ends and he has to get up and present his crotch to the world.
But no such luck. Chris is studying for a test he has next period, nose so deep
inside his book he probably wouldn’t even notice if a food fight were to
suddenly start, and Dustin is looking at Mark incredulously. When he notices
Eduardo’s eyes on him, he grins, tilts his head in Mark's direction, and
mouths, "Blowjob." Eduardo groans and hides his face in his hands.
By the time Eduardo looks up, Mark has finished his plate and is licking his
fingers clean.
Well. Licking isn’t quite the right word. Rather, he puts his fingers in his
mouth, one after another, swirls his tongue around them, and pulls them out,
now clean and spit-slicked. The sound it makes is actually obscene.
“Fuck it,” Eduardo says under his breath as Dustin dissolves into muffled
giggles. He grabs his bag and then Mark’s, and before he knows it he’s on the
other side of the table, pulling Mark upright.
“Wardo, what—”
“Come on, Mark,” Eduardo says as he grabs Mark’s—wet, holy fuck—hand and pulls
him along. “You’re not that invested in Art, right? We’re skipping.” Knowing
Mark’s schedule by heart will finally pay off, at least.
“No, but why—”
“Be quiet,” Eduardo says, and Mark’s mouth snaps shut. He’s looking at Eduardo
with wide eyes. They really need to talk about this. Damn.
They rush down the corridors, which are thankfully empty. Most of the students
are still at lunch. Eduardo doesn’t let go of Mark’s hand as he leads him up
the stairs to his dormitory and then into his dorm room. Mark shares a room
with Dustin, and the place is usually a mess. Dustin’s stuff is everywhere, and
Mark’s clothes are generally wherever he dropped them. He keeps his school
things, at least, in a more or less neat pile next to the bed, with his
computer and equipment set up on the desk. There is space on the bed, too,
unlike on Dustin's, and Eduardo appreciates that. He goes to sit down there,
and Mark follows.
He pulls Mark right into his lap because he can’t resist the temptation, and
Mark goes easily. His eyes close, and Eduardo takes his head in his hands,
tilts his chin up, and kisses him, softly but deeply. Mark’s gone totally
slack, and it’s incredible. Eduardo buries both his hands in Mark's hair and
cards them through it slowly, just because he can, lets them tangle, tugs on
it. He knows it edges on painful, but Mark moans quietly, sighing into
Eduardo’s mouth. He’s totally pliant in Eduardo’s lap, and Eduardo knows he
could move him any way he liked right now. It's intoxicating. He wants to
spread Mark out on the bed, tie him up, see how far he can go.
Not today, though. That’s the kind of thing that requires a lot of talking in
advance, whether Mark thinks so or not, and Eduardo can’t work up the restraint
right now to make them both sit through it. Not to mention the fact that he
kind of doubts Mark can talk right now. So they’ll do something else today.
Something... safe. Yeah.
He reluctantly takes one hand out of Mark’s hair but keeps kissing him as he
reaches for his bag and grabs blindly for the banana he stole from the fruit
bowl this morning. He’d been in a hurry and hadn’t paid attention to which one
he'd taken, and he'd ended up with a large green one that was sure to taste
bitter and make his tongue go numb. He’d been disappointed at first, but now he
thanks his lucky stars. This is exactly what he needs.
He places the banana beside them on the bed and takes Mark’s head in his hands
again, palms resting on Mark’s cheeks, and pushes gently, separating their
mouths from one another. Mark makes a soft sound and opens his eyes, looks at
Eduardo questioningly.
Eduardo lets his hands slip from Mark’s face down his neck and shoulders and
then his arms, all in one feather-light stroke, until he reaches Mark's wrists.
He encircles them with his hands, holding them limply, feeling Mark's pulse
against his palms.
He needs to say something, explain it to Mark, tell him, “We can’t do anything
like what we did yesterday without talking it through,” but the words are not
coming, so he lets go of Mark's wrists, hearing Mark exhale at the loss of
contact, and picks the banana up, pressing it into Mark’s right hand and
closing Mark’s fingers around it.
Mark looks at his hand holding the banana like it’s a foreign object. “Wardo—”
he says, but Eduardo shakes his head once, and Mark falls quiet.
“You always put things in your mouth,” Eduardo tries to explain, starting in
the middle and without any plan of action, his mouth just running away with
him. “It drives me insane. So you’re going to sit over there and suck this, and
if you do well, I’ll touch you. Convince me you deserve it.”
Mark’s eyes are huge. He reaches for Eduardo, seemingly unconsciously, with the
hand that’s not holding the banana. Eduardo catches his hand before it can
reach him. He presses once and says, “No,” and Mark’s hand drops to the bed.
Eduardo scoots back until he’s sitting at the foot of the bed, cross-legged.
“Move backwards,” he orders, and Mark moves until his feet brush the headboard.
He settles down on his knees, eyes never leaving Eduardo’s face.
“Get started.”
Mark brings the banana up to his mouth, wrapping two hands around it. He licks
at the bitter stem, thoughtful, then releases it again, lifting his hands over
his head and tilting his face upward, arching his spine.
It would have been easier to do for him this sitting on his ass, but Mark
didn’t have to do any of it at all since Eduardo didn’t even tell him to,
didn’t even think of it. Mark looks so beautiful like this, though, eyes
closed, back arched, lips pursed, head tilted upwards as he sucks more and more
of the banana into his mouth. Eduardo barely notices his own hands opening his
jeans. He moans when he touches his cock. Mark’s eyes fly open, and Eduardo can
hear his answering moan, muffled through the banana.
“Good, that’s good,” Eduardo groans, fisting his cock. Mark moans again as he
pushes more of the banana inside. He’s got more than half of it in his mouth
now, moving his hands and not his head as he pushes it in and out, in and out,
as if his mouth is being fucked by Eduardo. It’s the hottest thing Eduardo has
ever seen, and he can barely hold it together, hand moving frantically inside
his pants.
“Mark,” he gasps.
Mark doesn’t seem to hear it, lost in his actions, gagging and drooling and
moaning, back bowed so far it looks like it’s painful.
“Mark, look at me,” Eduardo says, somehow managing to give his voice substance.
Mark opens his eyes, looking straight at Eduardo. His pupils are huge and he
looks absolutely ravished, and Eduardo didn’t even touch him. Eduardo moans and
comes inside his pants, spilling over his fingers.
He is on the other side of the bed before he knows he’s moving, grabbing Mark
and spinning him around, pressing his back to Eduardo’s chest. He pulls the
banana out of Mark's mouth and replaces it with three of his come-covered
fingers, and Mark sucks like it's all he knows. Eduardo’s other hand finds
Mark’s erection. He palms it through Mark's pants, splaying his hand above it
and pressing.
“Let go,” he whispers into Mark's ear, voice hoarse, and Mark whimpers around
his fingers as he comes, slumping forward as if all that tension has left his
body at once. Eduardo can barely move his hands in time to catch him.
They lie down together then, Mark’s back against Eduardo’s chest and Eduardo’s
lips against the back of his neck, not even kissing, just resting there.
They stay like that until Mark’s harsh breathing evens out, and Eduardo knows
he’s going to fall asleep now if he lets him. He never got much sleep last
night, after all.
“Mark,” he says. “Mark, we have to go back to class.”
“Nungh,” Mark mumbles, and yeah, Eduardo’s resolve was never that strong.
“Okay,” he says. “We can sleep now, but when we wake up, we’ll talk. We have to
talk about this, Mark. Promise me.”
“Hmnnn.”
“No, promise me,” Eduardo insists.
“Okay, Wardo,” Mark says, and see, Eduardo knew he wasn’t that far gone yet.
“Promise.”
“I promise,” Mark says. “Happy now?”
“Yes.” And he closes his eyes, pulling Mark even closer. They’ll sleep now,
class be damned.
End Notes
     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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