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25 September 2011 @ 01:25 am
mark/eduardo fic: i think that i'm cured  
Title: i think that i'm cured
Author: oflights
Pairing: Mark/Eduardo
Rating: NC-17ish
Warning(s): sex, absurdity, the usual Allie stuff.
Word Count: ~7,700 (Christ on a cracker.)
Disclaimer: This story is based on fictional representations of the characters in The Social Network; I make no claims of ownership of anyone or anything and oh God please don’t Google yourselves, people. The title is taken from a song by Josh Ritter.
Summary: Written for this prompt at the prompt fest; wherein Mark and Eduardo have so much sex that Mark can't stay awake at work, and they are both utter failures at having self-control.
Notes: idek, this fic was supposed to be a day's worth of PWP and morphed into a week-long venture and something ridiculous. Let me just reiterate my love of the mark_eduardo prompt fest and everyone still participating, because without it brilliant prompts like this wouldn't exist, and I would be sad. Also, ty to salvadore_hart and goldendoods for putting up with me while I wrote this, hee. XD

Eduardo really only has time to toe off his shoes and set down his carry-on before a blur of curly-haired, pale-skinned human is hurling into him, pushing him against the door and kissing him square on the mouth. He smiles into the kiss and fits his hands into those curls, smile widening at the happy, pleased sound he receives in response.

“Hi, I’m back,” Eduardo mumbles when Mark finally releases his mouth to him, continuing to peck kisses along his jaw, strained up on his toes for full access. Mark answers him with a sharp nip to his bottom lip, tugging on it slightly and then soothing the bite with his tongue, which then winds up in Eduardo’s mouth again because Eduardo parts his lips invitingly. He drifts one arm down to lock underneath Mark’s ass, pulling him as close possible, trapping himself between the door and Mark’s wonderfully warm body.

He can already feel the hard outline of Mark’s erection between layers of slacks and the basketball shorts Mark wears around the house, and his own dick is quick to answer it, swelling in his briefs and tenting his pants uncomfortably. Mark takes this as an open invitation to rub up against him firmly, rocking his hips until Eduardo cups his ass with one hand and pushes them together, groaning into Mark’s mouth.

Mark tastes like the Red Bull he drinks when Eduardo isn’t around to fix his coffee for him (he claims Eduardo is the only one who ‘does it right’, which is mystifying to Eduardo because all he does is dump in more milk and sugar than actual coffee, and anybody can do that); he feels too skinny, like he always does after Eduardo’s been away, and not because he’s actually lost weight but because Eduardo is just sure he hasn’t been eating right, and can’t convince himself otherwise. He smells like home and sounds very pleased and very horny, already on the verge of just humping Eduardo’s leg, and Eduardo loves Mark like this, he really fucking does, can’t get enough of him, but he is too old to come in his pants in his foyer, and that is what’s going to happen if Mark doesn’t step away and give him a minute.

“Mark,” Eduardo says, wrenching his mouth away, his lips feeling slightly numb. Mark lets out a wounded sound of protest and tries to lean in again, and Eduardo leans all the way back until his head thumps on the door. “Mark, babe, I missed you too, but if we could just take this into the bedroom or—or even the living room—”

“No,” Mark says flatly, and his eyes get narrow, and that shouldn’t be so fucking hot and adorable at the same time, really. “Now; I’ve been waiting too long.”

And fuck if that doesn’t go right to Eduardo’s cock; Mark’s face is hungry and wicked and determined, and so there’s really no other response but to nod sort of stupidly. Mark nods back, very firm, and then starts unbuckling Eduardo’s belt hastily, fumbling open his fly and yanking down his pants and briefs so fast Eduardo yelps when they catch on his erection. “Sorry,” Mark says absentmindedly, not sounding sorry at all. He’s staring at Eduardo’s cock with his tongue poking out slightly, thoughtfully, and Eduardo really, really hopes that means a blowjob is imminent. But then Mark shakes his head and mutters, “Later,” and just uses a hand to smear Eduardo’s precome up and down his shaft, eliciting a rough and slightly strangled moan from him.

“Mark,” Eduardo gasps, and then nearly shrieks when Mark lets go to tug off his shorts. He is predictably without underwear and Eduardo swallows hard at the sight of his pink cock just right there, sticky against his t-shirt now. Without really thinking about it, Eduardo reaches out and grabs the hem of Mark’s shirt, tugs it up and ignores Mark’s grumbled, “Not necessary, Wardo,” but feeling his stomach tighten when Mark’s arms go over his head easily and obediently. He allows Eduardo to touch his chest and thumb at his nipples only for a few moments, before knocking his hands away and surging forward and apparently trying to climb Eduardo’s body, hoisting himself up with his arms around Eduardo’s neck.

“Whoa, Jesus,” Eduardo says when his balance is shaken, and he instinctively grabs Mark tight as Mark wraps his legs around him. “What are you—”

“Fuck me,” Mark says, and Eduardo can hear the eye roll in his voice. A surge of powerful, ruthless lust flares up in him, but Mark hasn’t even pulled out the lube yet, and he can’t be that impatient.

“Where’s the—” but Mark guides his hand between his legs, fits his fingers up against his hole until he feels the slickness there. His stomach tightens up at the thought of Mark stretching himself for Eduardo, waiting for him to come home and wanting to be ready, and he feels both affection and arousal well up deep inside of him. “Fuck, I love you,” he says, and he kisses Mark’s smirk, fitting his hands under Mark’s thighs and hoisting him up farther. When he has a good grip (he would never live it down if he dropped Mark now, nor would he be able to stand the guilt if he hurt him), he pushes himself off from the door and spins them so Mark is up against it, kissing him firmly for a moment before reaching with one hand down to guide himself into Mark, pressing in slowly.

Mark sighs when Eduardo pushes in all the way, his head tipped back and so satisfied Eduardo almost can’t believe he’s the one making him feel that way. Sometimes it still shocks him when Mark is this eager, this happy about sex, and how he never really hides it. It’s a wonderful feeling, one that Eduardo is completely addicted to. He moves when Mark makes an insistent, nearly frantic sound, making him wonder exactly how long he’s been waiting for this, feeling guilty that Mark had to wait at all. When Mark is like this, Eduardo never wants to be away him, never wants for him to want for anything.

“Fuck, yeah,” Mark says when Eduardo sets up a fast, steady rhythm, fucking Mark hard against the door while Mark moans against his mouth, refusing to stop kissing him until they’re both gasping for air. They never quite catch their breaths until it’s over, when Mark is clenching hard and spurting all over Eduardo’s dress shirt, when Eduardo traps him up against the door and comes with a low groan. They sag against each other, breathing hard against each other’s necks, and Mark kisses him gently there until Eduardo can feel his smile, hear it in his voice when he speaks. “Welcome back, Wardo.”

“Gonna go away more often, if this is the greeting I get,” Eduardo says, and he tightens his arms around Mark when he feels him shake his head.

“No, no way. Don’t even joke.”

“Okay,” Eduardo sighs, and he kisses Mark’s cheek; his heart feels full and heavy, happy.

Mark finally permits Eduardo to change out of his work clothes, though he doesn’t let him put on much more than shorts and then a t-shirt, reluctantly. He is handsy in a way he usually isn’t, leaning into Eduardo’s touch and sneaking touches under the hem of Eduardo’s shirt as they order food for dinner and then relax in front of the TV. It’s nice, comfortable, and Eduardo isn’t surprised when they have sex again that night, finally in a bed, slow and deep and content.

They start the morning off in much the same fashion; Mark pushes Eduardo up against the wet tiles in their roomy shower and sucks him off. He swallows him down and stares up at Eduardo with such naked want in his eyes that he has virtually no other choice but to grab Mark up and return the favor until Mark’s toes are curling and he’s muffling curses and shouts against the tile.

It’s easy to fall back into that routine, comfortable and utterly satisfying, and Eduardo had missed all of it on his business trip: waking up next to Mark, bleary-eyed and sour-breathed, and working with him shoulder to shoulder in the evenings. Eating together and dressing together and fighting over whose turn it is to load the dishwasher, who’s supposed to take out the trash—it’s all of that, he had missed all of that when he’d been away, he had missed Mark, but he had missed this part of the routine, too: grabbing Mark’s ass and loving the way he gets switched on like a light, that anything normal and ordinary just gets ten times sexier with a simple look, a quirk of Mark’s lips. It makes him feel a little stupid and a lot wonderful, and he had imagined it could be this good with Mark, but had never thought it would be, until now.

They go grocery shopping on a Monday night, late and wandering through deserted aisles. They are touching because they can, knuckles brushing and fingers tangling, and Eduardo is (uselessly) asking Mark’s opinion on types of apples when he sees a spark flit across Mark’s face, a tilt of his head that means everything.

Here?” Eduardo says, though he really shouldn’t be surprised. Mark grins and nods; he looks devious and almost impish, and he leaves Eduardo to be the lookout while he drags him into the pharmacy aisle, wedged between the closed up pharmacy counter and a wall.

“You have to be quiet, Eduardo,” Mark tells him in a hushed, impossibly smug voice, and Eduardo can’t help but glare and then push Mark up against a shelf full of allergy medications, dropping to his knees in one smooth, graceful motion.

You be quiet,” Eduardo says, and it’s hard to smirk during a blowjob but he thinks he sort of manages it; he’s smirking in his mind, at least, especially when Mark has to bite on his hand to keep from moaning too loudly. Eduardo kisses the teeth marks when he’s done, and he knows he has revenge coming but isn’t quite expecting it when he’s driving them home, nearly kills them both when Mark sneaks a hand into his lap and unzips him casually. He pulls over as fast as possible and sits with his heart pounding wildly while Mark hums and says, “You could’ve kept driving.”

“No, I couldn’t have, because I value our lives and am not a crazy person,” Eduardo says, except the tail end of it sounds more like “clhfh ghref” because Mark has dipped his head down to join his hand in Eduardo’s lap.

Mark isn’t the only inventive one; Eduardo sort of has a thing for counters and tabletops, and Mark has a certain pair of shrunk-in-the-wash sweatpants that he wears whenever he wants Eduardo to lose it and toss him over the nearest surface and fuck him (Eduardo doesn’t let him wear those out of the house because, well, for obvious reasons). Eduardo can’t actually be expected to resist that, can he? And Mark likes to fuck Eduardo best on the couch, where there’s less room and more bending happening, so that happens a lot, too, at least a few times a week, and it all works.

The routine is good, comfortable but never boring, like a honeymoon period that never actually wound up ending, not even after nearly two years of being together. They sleep and eat and talk, and sometimes they fight but mostly they fuck, and it’s fucking awesome. They go out, too, and Eduardo calls them ‘dates’ and Mark calls them ‘getting food’ or ‘seeing a movie’ but blushes and holds Eduardo’s hand all the same, and that’s nice, too, and has led to some interesting situations in men’s rooms.

Every so often, Chris or Dustin or both joins them for drinks or for a movie, and Eduardo likes those nights less but doesn’t dislike them, and neither does Mark, no matter what he tends to claim. One such night, they go to a bar that has entirely too many arcade games to be classy, in Eduardo’s opinion, but he doesn’t exactly mind because Mark and Dustin get into an epic PacMan battle, trying to outdo each other’s scores. Mark’s competitive game face is fucking hot, and Eduardo squirms a little on his barstool because he’s totally looking forward to getting fucked that night.

Chris clears his throat a few times, enough for Eduardo to realize that he’s basically been ignoring him to fix his eyes on Mark’s victory smirk, smug and delicious in between sips of beer. Eduardo gives him an apologetic grin until Chris grins back, shaking his head and throwing back his own beer. “Okay, I have a question for you,” Chris tells him, and Eduardo gives him a welcoming gesture and props his chin on one hand to listen.


“How many hours do you work a day?”

Eduardo thinks about it. “About 8, I guess? 7 on Fridays?”

“Right. And how many hours does Mark work?”

He grimaces thinking about it, rolling the answer resignedly off his tongue. “Like 10 to 12, depending on the day and whether I go and collect him.” Facebook, and how much work Mark puts into it, is something Eduardo has grown to respect about Mark, knowing that it will just always be a part of who he is. He knows now that Mark loves to spend time at home, craves Eduardo’s company as much as Eduardo craves his, but still loves to be working, too, gets antsy when he doesn’t put in enough work at the office. He has actually improved since Eduardo started seeing him, slowing down from 16 to 18 hour days because, well, 18 hours working leaves very little time to be with Eduardo, and that, evidently, makes Mark antsy, too.

Chris nods, and Eduardo knows he only ever asks questions he knows the answers to when he’s trying to make a point. “Right. So Mark insists on working these ridiculous hours, and you’re a normal person that works like a normal person, and you know, I really, really don’t want to be having this conversation right now, but—”

“Chris, spit it out.”

“Mark keeps falling asleep at work,” Chris says all in a rush, and he flushes a bit pink. Eduardo blinks and then looks over at where Mark is glaring at a determined, very focused Dustin, looking about a step away from waving his hand in front of his face and throwing him off.

“What? Why? Has he been sick?”

Chris shakes his head. “No, just—he’s tired, Wardo. He’s been exhausted since you came back from your trip. Now, can you think of why that might be?”

Eduardo blanches at the insinuation, suddenly realizing why the air in here feels like it’s been dipped in dozens of layers of awkward and then left out to dry like a candle. “Oh God, you’re saying it’s my fault? That I’m tiring Mark out? That’s—that’s ridiculous, Chris, come on, we have a healthy sex life but we’re not maniacs, and Mark—he gets a good amount of sleep, you know, he doesn’t even stay up on the computer anymore, he’s out like a light right after—”

“Right after sex,” Chris says, and he gives Eduardo an apologetic sort of grimace. “Look, whatever, I don’t want to know the details of your sex life, but I’m just—he fell asleep in a pretty important staff meeting today, like, midsentence. And I could tell he was embarrassed about it, and I was embarrassed for him. He’s not like you, Eduardo, he doesn’t know when to stop pushing himself, so I’m coming to you with this because talking to him would be pointless.”

“But—he likes it,” Eduardo says sort of weakly, but now that he’s looking, all he can see are the dark circles under Mark’s eyes, the circles that shouldn’t be there because with Eduardo around, Mark is being taken care of. That’s just how it goes. He feels slightly sick at the thought of anything else, and weirdly guilty, and ugh, okay, so maybe he also feels sort of. Awesome at sex. But only a little bit, really.

Chris rolls his eyes. “Of course he likes it, Wardo, it’s sex, with you.” Chris blushes again, and Eduardo has to fight down a giggle at the sight. “But the point is, just, try cooling it down for a bit, just to see how it goes, okay? When you were away, Mark was cranky and moody but he always had energy, at least. Now he’s falling asleep smiling, and that’s—”

“Aww,” Eduardo blurts out, before he can actually help it, and Chris gives him a helplessly fond look. Then he goes back to looking a little embarrassed and a little sick.

“He also, um, ordered a more cushiony chair—”

“Right,” Eduardo squeaks, sitting up straight in his seat. “We are—yes. I am going to do something about this.”

“Thank God.”

After a few more beers, though, and with Mark spending most of the night crowing triumphantly about his victory, it’s very hard to remember his resolution, and much harder to stick to it. Especially when Mark starts making out with him when they’re stumbling out of their cab and heading up the walkway to the house, happy and buzzed. “Is it time to reap my reward?” he asks, and Eduardo is nodding eagerly before he can quite think about it.

The sleep thing does occur to him, though, at a rather inconvenient time: a little while later, when they are both naked and in bed and Mark is slicking up his fingers to slide them into Eduardo. “Oh,” Eduardo says, and then he tries, he really does, to sound convincing. “Hm, maybe we should—hey, do you want to just, I don’t know, make out some more instead?”

Mark gives him a look like that might be the dumbest thing Eduardo’s ever said, which, yeah, given their position, it might actually be. “Hm,” Mark says, pretending to consider it. “How about no?” And he kisses Eduardo hard, at the same time pressing a finger at his hole and muffling the resulting sound he makes with his lips.

“Yeah, okay,” Eduardo says quickly, and that’s pretty much the end of that for that night.

The next morning, he attempts to put his foot down when Mark wakes him up by rolling on top of him and saying, “Wake up, Wardo, I want to put this morning wood to good use,” and grinding down on Eduardo’s erection. He fails miserably, of course, because Mark is naked and warm and very much determined to climb on top of him and ride him before the sun’s even all the way up, and Eduardo doesn’t think it’s actually possible to say “No, Mark. I do not want this,” and actually make that sound convincing.

Later, though, he watches Mark walk to his car just slightly bow-legged, and feels pretty much like the worst person in the world. And also a bit like a sex addict, actually.

Chris sends him a text that says so I’m guessing that talk didn’t go so well last night, huh? and Eduardo texts him back with an unhappy emoticon. He sends about a dozen more when he gets a picture message of Mark fast asleep on his keyboard with his chin on his arms, and it’s adorable and terrible. If this keeps up I’m going to let Dustin and Sean start drawing penises on him like they want to, Chris tells him, somehow stern and threatening even in text form. Eduardo never likes to think of the words penis and Sean in relation to his boyfriend, and so he makes a firm decision that no sex will happen that night, when Mark comes home.

Mark comes home later than usual, and now Eduardo knows it’s because he’s frantically making up for the time he’d spent sleeping, and he knows that he has to change that. They eat dinner and then Eduardo suggests a movie, stalling and thinking about it. Mark shrugs and agrees and curls up with him on the couch and, though Eduardo catches him stifling a few yawns now that he’s looking out for it, it goes pretty okay. But then the movie’s over and Mark is pretty much in his lap, and Eduardo knows that that really only leads to one thing.

So the second Mark makes any sort of move towards his mouth, Eduardo jerks up and stretches his arms over and his head and yawns as loudly and as realistically as he can. “Wow,” he says, when Mark just blinks at him. “I’m really tired, I had kind of a long day.”

“Oh,” Mark says, frowning a bit. “I’m—sorry? Did you want to talk about it?”

Eduardo swallows down a snort, because it’s not actually that ridiculous—he comes home and bitches about his day a lot, and so does Mark. But the way Mark says it is sort of hilarious, like Eduardo’s long day is offensive to him, and he wants to fix it, and has no idea how. Eduardo gives him a squeeze around the shoulders and shakes his head.

“No, just—would you mind if we just went to bed? Like, to sleep, I mean.”

Mark’s frown deepens, and his hand shoots up to feel Eduardo’s forehead. “Are you sick? Did something happen?”

“No, Mark, it’s nothing like that, just—I’m tired. Don’t you ever get tired?”

His eyes get a bit narrow, like he’s definitely starting to catch on to what Eduardo’s doing, and Eduardo yawns again, for good measure. “Not too tired to have sex, no.” That’s a pretty good point, actually, but Eduardo pretends that it isn’t, for Mark’s sake.

“Well, I kind of am. Is that okay?” Eduardo tries to make his voice a little smaller—Mark is pretty easy to guilt sometimes, and Eduardo doesn’t tend to take advantage of that too much because it’s a shitty thing to do, given their history, but sometimes it’s for Mark’s own good. It works, too, because Mark actually moves back a little, looking so perplexed and troubled that Eduardo immediately wants to forget about everything and just fuck all of the bad feelings out of Mark completely, and keep doing it so that they never come back.

“Of course. Just—okay, so, no sex?” Mark says, and Eduardo gives him a small smile.

“No sex.”

“You’re sure.”

Eduardo kisses him on the forehead, very gently, and pulls him closer, though he keeps his hands on more PG-rated body parts. “I’m sure. You’re the best, baby.”

“Okay,” Mark says slowly, settling in a bit hesitantly. “Yeah.”

They eventually head upstairs and go through their nightly routine, with the noted exception of keeping undershirts and boxers on when they crawl under the covers. And, of course, not having sex, that’s a rather important part. And it takes Eduardo kind of a long time to fall asleep, because he’s not horny, per se, but he just feels like he’s missing something. But eventually he does, curling around Mark and kissing his neck and drifting off for what feels like five minutes until he feels someone shaking him and saying his name, and he blinks his eyes open groggily.

“What?” Eduardo asks, and Mark is staring down at him, brow furrowed.

“Are you mad at me?”

“What?” Eduardo says again, smacking his mouth and sitting up a bit, groaning when he sees that it’s nearly 3 AM. “Mark?”

“Did we have a fight that I missed? Did I do something? I didn’t mean to stay that late at work, okay, I was working on something and—”

“Have you been awake this whole time?” Eduardo feels his stomach sink, looking at the worried lines of Mark’s face, the unhappy set of his jaw and the tense stiffness of his shoulders; this was exactly the opposite of what he had wanted. “Mark, you have to sleep.”

“And I know you weren’t tired, Wardo, I know your tired face, you look like a grumpy toddler when you’re tired and you rub your eyes a lot and you mumble in Portuguese. I’m not an idiot, okay? And I just can’t figure out why you wouldn’t want to have sex, unless I did something wrong. So, I mean, you know I hate it when you’re passive-aggressive, so if you could just tell me then I can—”

“Mark, no, stop, okay,” Eduardo says, and he reaches out and cups his hands around Mark’s thin shoulders, rubbing them as reassuringly as he can. “You didn’t do anything, I promise. I wouldn’t just freeze you out like that, I would never—I’ll always tell you if I’m mad.”

Mark bites his bottom lip, still looking hunted and worried. “Then what is it? Why didn’t you want to—”

“It’s not that I didn’t want to, I just thought—” He thinks about it, knowing he can’t just come out and explain this to Mark without embarrassing him. “I don’t know, most people don’t have sex every day, all the time, like, a few times a day. I thought we could both use a break.”

Mark snorts, rolling his eyes, though it doesn’t quite hide the relieved slump of his shoulders that makes Eduardo want to wrap him up in his arms and never, ever let him go. “That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard, Wardo.”

Eduardo gives a high little laugh because, yeah, it does sound pretty stupid. “Yeah, I guess—I mean.” He sighs inwardly as he feels the last of his resolve crumble away completely, and he tugs Mark close and kisses him. “Right, it’s stupid. I guess we should just have sex, then.”

Mark’s grin is wonderful and makes Eduardo’s stomach flutter; he kisses Eduardo hard and says, “Well, if you insist,” and doesn’t protest when Eduardo maneuvers him onto his back, puts a pillow under his hips and tells him they’re going to take it slow.

‘Taking it slow’ doesn’t actually mean much, though, because the following day Eduardo gets another picture message from Chris: I warned you, he says, and there’s a picture of Mark asleep with his head lolled back in his chair, a penis sloppily drawn on his cheek and Sean Parker giving him a thumbs up next to his artwork.

I hate you, Eduardo answers, and he tosses his phone away and groans into his arms for a little while.

“We should go on vacation,” Eduardo says that night during dinner, and Mark swallows down a mouthful of spinach (“Lots of iron, Mark!” he had said, when Mark had given him a narrow-eyed look of suspicion as Eduardo loaded his plate) and thinks about it for a minute.

“Kind of a bad time,” he says, shrugging apologetically. “The quarter just started and we’re gearing up for a few big updates—”

“Yeah, but, you have people who can take care of that,” Eduardo interjects a little desperately, and Mark gives him a disbelieving look.

“Come on, it’s a bad time for you too, and you know it.”

It’s actually a terrible time for him to go away; too many new accounts and prospective clients to shuffle off, and he’s never been that kind of businessman. But he can’t think of any other solution, and it’s not even a permanent one. “I just think a vacation would be really good for us, that’s all.”

Mark’s eyes get narrow again, and he puts his fork down. Eduardo has to work hard not to snap, “Finish your spinach, Mark.”

“Something is going on with you,” Mark says. “You’re being weird lately. You’re sure you’re not mad at me, right?”

“Right,” Eduardo says quickly, and he reaches out to grab Mark’s hand, squeezing it tightly. “I’m not mad. I just—” He’s distressingly out of stories, and he’d never been a really good liar anyway, especially not with Mark. He sighs and looks down at their joined hands, looks up at the black smudge on Mark’s cheek from where he hadn’t been able to wash the Sharpie completely off before. “Mark, we have too much sex.”

Mark blanches and tries to pull his hand back, and Eduardo clamps down. “What?

“You don’t get enough sleep, okay, and that’s my fault—well, our fault, and I’m never—I’m never going to stop wanting you but I want you healthy, too, and I’m afraid that if we keep going like this you’re going to get sick. And I know from Chris that it’s affecting your work—”

“It is not affecting my work,” Mark says shrilly, looking so deeply offended and insulted that Eduardo instantly feels bad.

“You’re falling asleep in meetings and at your desk and staying later to make up for it and Sean is drawing—”

“That was a prank, oh my God, it wasn’t—” Mark stops and takes a deep breath, trying once more to tug his hand away. It doesn’t work, and Eduardo gives him a hard, stubborn stare, hoping desperately to stick to it. “It is not affecting my work. I have a—I’m fine, okay, I have a system, it’s 12 hours a day of work and 12 hours a day of—of you, and sometimes it’s more you than work but—”

“And how many hours a day do you take to take of yourself?” Eduardo asks, wincing at the resulting glare he gets.

“There is no such thing as too much sex,” Mark says flatly. “And you have just as much sex as I do, okay, and your coworkers aren’t telling me to back off and—God, I can’t believe you guys talk about this behind my—”

“You know it’s not the same, Mark. I don’t work like you do,” Eduardo says, and Mark snorts and looks down, shaking his head ruefully. “I eat three meals a day, and I take breaks when I’m running out of steam, and sometimes I work from home just because I can. I make my own hours and I make my own work and I know when too much is too much.”

“I’m not a kid,” Mark says, and the flush of red across the bridge of his nose makes Eduardo want to kiss it. He refrains, though, because he’s already been the worst kind of hypocrite about this. He rubs his thumb across Mark’s knuckles, softening his gaze.

“I know that. But you didn’t even tell me you were falling asleep at work. You didn’t suggest that we start taking it easy or take a day off to catch up on sleep. You don’t think about yourself the same way I do, the way other people do. What would you do if you found out I was falling asleep at work, totally exhausted all the time?”

Mark gives him a filthy sort of look, which is how Eduardo knows he’s hit on the right button. “Shut up.”

“You’d have me in bed—resting—so fast my head would spin. You’d probably call up a bunch of doctors and nutrition experts and demand to know what vitamins I should take and the optimal times for meals.”

“So what, then,” Mark says huffily, squaring his shoulders. “Are we just not going to have sex anymore?”

“God, no,” Eduardo says, suppressing a shudder. He stops suppressing it when he sees the ghost of a smug smirk on Mark’s face, because it’s slightly less appealing than the pout that had just been there. “No, just—we’ll slow down, okay? Maybe there will be days where we just, I don’t know, relax and make out or—” He pauses, because Mark hates the word cuddling, as much as he secretly loves the action. “Just hold each other.”

“You mean cuddling,” Mark says, with a disgusted curl of his lip that certainly doesn’t fool Eduardo.

“You love cuddling. Don’t even deny it.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He clears his throat and finally pulls his hand back, but only to pick up his fork and finish his spinach, chewing thoughtfully. “Okay, so, fine. We’ll try the cuddling thing. But not tonight.”

Eduardo gives him a small smile. “Not tonight?”

Mark nods, dropping his fork to his empty plate. “Not tonight. I finished all my spinach, Wardo, are you telling me I’m not going to get any kind of reward for that?”

“Not tonight,” Eduardo says quickly, dropping his own fork.

‘Not tonight’ happens way more often, though, and now Eduardo is starting to lose sleep from guilt—especially with Chris threatening to bring Mark’s mother into this, dear God. They try again to go to sleep without sex for a night and at a fairly decent hour, but he wakes up in the middle of the night to Mark sweating and panting next to him with his hand down his boxers, and the smirk that Eduardo kisses off his face is fucking delicious.

“You’re a menace,” he accuses after, and Mark shrugs and goes to sleep for a few hours, but not for enough.

He tries tiring Mark out in other ways—Eduardo drags him to the gym one night, but that just ends up with shower sex happening, because apparently Mark is wildly attracted to an Eduardo covered in sweat.

“I am coming to the gym with you more often,” Mark says resolutely, and Eduardo groans into his arms again.

Eduardo thinks they’re going to make it one night when they both get spectacularly trashed at a Facebook office party—he is planning to feign beer dick and pass out as fast as possible when they get home. But then, well…Mark spends way too much time talking to this young intern that has way too many hearts in his eyes, really, he should have more self-respect. Eduardo is kind of embarrassed for him. He’s also kind of in this state where the only thing to do is take Mark home and fuck him on the kitchen table because it happens to be the first piece of furniture they stumble into.

“I’m a terrible person,” Eduardo says the next morning, when Mark is dragging himself through his morning routine with a hangover.

“You’ll live with yourself somehow,” Mark says, patting him absently on the head and groaning as he steps into jeans and pulls them up. Eduardo watches his stiff, sore movements and shakes his head firmly.

“No. Come back to bed, now.”

“Wardo, come on, I’m running late, and I’m fairly sure you’re not dragging me back to bed for a quickie.”

“No, you’re not going in today. You’re hungover and exhausted and I fucked you really hard last night—you are staying home and that’s final.”

Mark raises an eyebrow at him, smirking. “Is that so?”

“Yes, that is definitely, definitely so.” He thinks about it, then decides to bring out the big guns. “You know, Chris has been threatening to call your mother—”

The smirk drops from Mark’s face completely. “What.

“And I’ve been holding him off because I know how terrifying that would be for you, but, well, really, if you don’t work from home today, I don’t see if I have any other options.”

Mark shifts on his feet a little, shoving his hands in his hoodie pockets sort of defensively. “This working from home thing,” he says slowly, cautiously. “Would it involve sex?”

Eduardo shakes his head firmly. “No. You’re going to rest. Later, I’ll let take your laptop in bed with you, but for now you’re going to just lie down and let me bring you breakfast.”

He is totally bracing himself for more of a fight, which is why he is immediately wary when Mark shrugs and says, “Okay.”


“Okay,” Mark repeats, and he starts unbuttoning his jeans. “Let me just change.”

“Okay,” Eduardo says, still waiting for the other shoe to drop.

And then it does, when Mark grabs his shrunk-in-the-wash sweats and bends over completely unnecessarily, saying, “Oh look, a penny.” Eduardo groans and shoves a pillow over his lap and wonders why he had to fall in love with an evil sex maniac.

“Mark isn’t coming in today,” he squeaks into the phone later, trying to push Mark’s evil head out of his lap and failing completely. Chris sighs heavily and starts muttering profanities until Eduardo hangs up.

He does get Mark to eat breakfast, though it’s naked and in the kitchen instead of the bed and partly, um, partly off Eduardo’s stomach, but whatever, fruit is good for you wherever it comes from. Eduardo counts it as a win. The rest of the day is pretty much a wash in terms of sleep, though, because some engineer Eduardo wishes he could personally injure calls Mark up with a problem—all he manages is to shove a sandwich in Mark’s mouth at lunch time and glare at him until he finishes it. They wind up having sex again when Eduardo starts cooking dinner, because he forgot that apparently Eduardo-in-an-apron is a big turn-on for Mark.

There’s no keeping Mark home the next day, or the next, and Eduardo goes into work too, and he ignores the first call from Chris because he’s sure it’s just going to be more chastisement, not that he won’t deserve it. Then Dustin calls, too, which is strange but not entirely out of the question, and is probably just random excited chatter about something hilarious that happened at Facebook, so Eduardo skips that one as well. And then he gets a call from someone who shouldn’t even be in his contacts list, but is because he has surprisingly nimble pickpocketing fingers at parties and had entered the number in for “emergencies”.

“Why are you calling me, Sean?” Eduardo demands, and Sean gives a noisy, put-upon sigh.

“You better get over to Facebook HQ now, Saverin, your boy bumped his head.”

“What?!” Eduardo says, standing up grabbing his car keys. “Is he all right? What happened?”

Sean gives a little snort, which does nothing to reassure Eduardo and does everything to make him want to punch Sean in the face. “He fell out of his chair while he was asleep, knocked his head against his desk. I promise, this is more hilarious than it is dire, but—”

Is he okay?

“He’s fine, there’s a medic checking him out. Just get here before Chris’ head explodes, okay?”

“I’m on my way.”

The guilt doesn’t really hit him fully until he gets to the office building, runs up the stairs because he’s too harried to wait for the elevator, and gets his first glimpse of Mark in glass-walled break room, a medic leaning over him and stitching up a gash at his temple. He looks embarrassed and petulant, probably because Sean won’t stop snickering in a squishy armchair, and Chris looks to be ranting a mile a minute at him. Dustin, at least, looks sympathetic, and is patting Mark’s back whenever he winces.

Eduardo races into the room completely out of breath, refusing to blush when everyone turns to look at him. “Sean, shut up,” he says immediately. “Chris, leave him alone. Dustin, let me get there.” Dustin puts his arms up and moves from Mark’s side and Eduardo takes his spot immediately, grabbing the hand that Mark has shoved in his hoodie pocket. “Are you okay?”

“It’s not a big deal,” Mark grumbles, trying to look down and failing because the medic keeps his head from moving.

“How many stitches?” Eduardo asks softly, swallowing hard, and the medic gives him a reassuring smile.

“Just a few. He’ll be fine, I promise, it wasn’t a very deep gash, and there’s no concussion.”

“It’s stitches, Mark,” Eduardo says, kissing the side of Mark’s head that isn’t currently maimed by his own stupidity. Mark gives him a little grimace that manages to say both you’re annoying me and I’m sorry at the same time.

“I’m cutting us off,” Eduardo announces later, once he’s brought Mark home, and Mark doesn’t really fight much, just shrugs petulantly and nods. He’s still sort of pouting, a little embarrassed, and Eduardo lets him sulk and hopes he knows how serious Eduardo is. He loves sex, but he loves Mark way, way more, and there’s no way he’s going to let this escalate any further.

The first night actually goes pretty easy; Mark doesn’t even make a pass at him, just eats when he’s asked and goes to bed when he’s told to, and the first day that he and Mark don’t have sex in weeks goes by without any more drama, more effortless and less frustrating than he’d imagined. It is enough for Eduardo to have Mark in his arms, safe and fairly unharmed, and he’s surprised with how content he is, how much he doesn’t actually miss the sex.

It makes it easier, then, when the next night (after a cranky day where Mark had stayed home from the office but insisted on working, too), Mark wriggles his way into Eduardo’s lap and starts kissing his neck, and Eduardo makes out with him but stops him before he can pull down Eduardo’s pants. “No, Mark. I told you, we’re cut off.”

“Yeah, for last night,” Mark says, rolling his eyes, but Eduardo shakes his head.

“No, until you catch up on sleep.”

“That’s ridiculous. You’re being ridiculous, Wardo. I’m fine.

“You have five stitches in your head that say otherwise. No, I’m not backing down on this.”

“You’re hard,” Mark points out, and Eduardo nods, because he is, but that doesn’t really matter right now.

“Yeah, but I can go without, and so can you. I’m serious about this; no sex until you catch up on your sleep.”

Mark huffs and stands up, waiting for a second like Eduardo’s going to laugh and say he’s joking, and making his lips form a thin, unhappy line.

“Fine. Just—whatever.”

He stalks off, and Eduardo lets him, spends a rather uncomfortable ten minutes on the couch willing his erection away.

At first, Mark thinks that by stomping around and huffing, he’s going to break Eduardo’s resolve, until Eduardo points out that the sooner he gets some sleep, the sooner he can get his way. So Mark sleeps, and Eduardo sleeps, and it’s pretty okay until Mark gets up and says, “Okay, if you’re cutting us off from sex, I’m cutting us off from cuddling,” and moves all the way over on the bed. Eduardo immediately feels ridiculously cold, and he wants to shake Mark for being a child, but he sighs and says, “Fine, Mark. Just get some sleep.”

They pass the weekend like this, talking to each other in short, tense sentences and sleeping far apart on the bed (though, more often than not, they wake up fairly tangled, and Eduardo is always a bit smug about this because he tends to be the little spoon when it happens naturally). Eduardo jerks off a few times in the shower, and so does Mark but he does so very loudly, obviously meant to tempt Eduardo. And that’s not to say Eduardo isn’t tempted—sometimes, it’s all he can do not to just grab Mark to him and kiss him until his toes curl and his knees get weak. But every time he gets that urge, he settles for kissing Mark on the temple, near his stitches, just gently, to remind himself of why he’s holding out.

You can do this, he thinks, glaring at himself in the mirror. Mark needs this.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this,” Chris says over the phone. “But man, Mark needs to get laid.”

“Shut up, Chris,” Eduardo says crankily, and he hangs up and groans into his arms.

Mark is the first to break; they settle in to sleep one night and Mark gives him a big sigh and rolls over the bed to fit himself into Eduardo’s side. “I’m sorry,” he mutters darkly. “I—just—I’m sorry, okay?”

“I’m sorry too,” Eduardo says, swallowing hard. “And I miss you,” he adds, because Mark won’t say it, even though he’s clearly thinking it.

“Yeah,” Mark says. “I just—I like having sex. And I like working. And I don’t want you—us—to go without because of my work. But I can’t stop working.”

“I know, Mark. I would never ask you to.”

“So what do we do?”

Eduardo sighs, squeezes Mark into his side. “We just—I mean, not as much sex doesn’t mean no sex at all. That’s pretty much not possible for me, I’m not that selfless.”

Mark pokes him in the side. “Clearly, you are.”

“That was different. You got hurt, Mark.” He rubs his fingers into Mark’s hair, above the line of stitches. “We’ll take it easy, okay? But you have to work with me, too.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Mark grumbles, and he drops a kiss to Eduardo’s collarbone and then gives him a small, fucking beautiful smile that makes Eduardo’s heart skip a beat. “I love you. Can we have sex now?”

Eduardo grins down at him, shaking his head. “I don’t know—oof.” Mark knees him easily in the side, making him wheeze out a laugh and keep wheezing as Mark crawls on top of him. “Yes, fine. If you insist.”

“I win,” Mark says happily, and he kisses Eduardo squarely on the mouth. Eduardo sighs into it and decides that they both probably win; there’s no way losing can feel this good.

“You look tired, Mark,” Sean says when they walk in one morning, and Mark picks his sunglasses up to glare at him.

“Fuck off.”

Eduardo beams at Sean, though, and grabs Mark’s hand up in his, kissing the knuckles and leading him towards his office. “Come on. We can nap in your office.”

Mark raises an eyebrow at him. “And by nap, you mean…”

“Nap,” Eduardo says firmly, and Mark pouts but nods begrudgingly, probably noting the way Eduardo’s eyes flick to the tiny pink scar at his temple.

“You know,” Sean calls after them. “Most people catch up on their sleep when they go on vacation.”

Eduardo keeps beaming at him, shrugging helplessly. “We’re not really most people, though.”
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boycotting FOX because they terminated T:SCC.: tsn} punk. prophet. genius. traitor.xbriyeon on September 25th, 2011 05:59 am (UTC)
ohmygod i love this. so much. just, them not being able to keep their hands off each other and wardo being horrified that he's the reason mark passes out sometimes at work but not being able to fully control himself still.. and mark being wtf having too much sex will never be a problem. never.

help me i cannot contain all these feels \o/
&allie;: bf//think it's been hard enough on youoflights on September 25th, 2011 11:28 pm (UTC)
:DDD thank you, dear! I'm very glad! :)
goldendoodsgoldendoods on September 25th, 2011 06:07 am (UTC)

This was sooooooo cute!!! I fucking love how adorably domestic they are, how well they know each other and how they can't get enough of each other. And how they totally fail and self control. Hehehe. This is awesome and adorable, and the sex scene(s) are super hot! (I really liked the wallsex at the beginning *____*) I loved it! I would leave a better comment but I'm super tired (which is your fault! lol) but. Um. Yeah, awesomeness :D
&allie;: tsn//who do you circle aroundoflights on September 25th, 2011 11:29 pm (UTC)

thank youuuu, darling! You are the best for staying up and reading this even after I assaulted you with so much of it during chat, hee! <333 ily, babe.
turd fergusonlana_ftw on September 25th, 2011 06:23 am (UTC)
“Aww,” Eduardo blurts out, before he can actually help it, and Chris gives him a helplessly fond look. Then he goes back to looking a little embarrassed and a little sick.

...Eduardo awwww-ing over Mark falling asleep smiling was sort of amazing. And so is the thought of Eduardo in an apron. Swoon.
&allie;: stock//what a face to wake up tooflights on September 25th, 2011 11:33 pm (UTC)
heeee, I feel like Eduardo definitely does 'aww' over Mark semi-regularly. like, he is basically a fangirl in a grown male's body. XD

thank you so much for reading! <3
a-bomb: ag ♦ babetheotherqueen on September 25th, 2011 06:25 am (UTC)
&allie;: ak//we remember our bedroomsoflights on September 25th, 2011 11:34 pm (UTC)
papaya_37papaya_37 on September 25th, 2011 06:34 am (UTC)
this is brilliant! loved the ending.
&allie;: gg//made with the night airoflights on September 25th, 2011 11:34 pm (UTC)
thank you! :D
Stef: TSN - Andrew FUCK YEAH animatedchaotic4life on September 25th, 2011 07:01 am (UTC)
That is so cute!
&allie;: es//now i'm goldoflights on September 25th, 2011 11:34 pm (UTC)
:3 thank you, dear!
chibigirl626chibigirl626 on September 25th, 2011 07:42 am (UTC)
loved it so much. it made me sad that i couldn't giggle out loud because my roommate's asleep.
&allie;: simp//what?oflights on September 25th, 2011 11:35 pm (UTC)
heee, thank you for reading, dear! sorry you had to stifle your giggling D:
Jas Masson: tsnjasmasson on September 25th, 2011 08:10 am (UTC)
&allie;: glee//it rolls in from the seaoflights on September 25th, 2011 11:48 pm (UTC)
:D ty!
chang_hen_ge: tsn markchang_hen_ge on September 25th, 2011 09:17 am (UTC)
this is one of the greatest things in the history of ever. And I just keep snorting with laughter at the picture in my head of asleep!mark with a penis drawn on his head and Sean with his thumbs up :DDDDDD

and sqkgjhsdkghdiugkjh at so many images of sex maniac!Mark, putting on too small sweats bending over, or giving blowjobs in grocery stores.

brb....just gonna be in my bunk. ahem.
&allie;: misc//daphne has a thing for ascotsoflights on September 25th, 2011 11:59 pm (UTC)
lol omg, thank you so much! I'm so happy that I made you laugh! <333
porinrinporinrin on September 25th, 2011 10:30 am (UTC)
U are awesome!!!!!!!!!!!!
&allie;: cu//no more time wastedoflights on September 26th, 2011 12:02 am (UTC)
:) thanks!
a.garf sex chicken champion: is a choice I can takesalvadore_hart on September 25th, 2011 10:41 am (UTC)
This so fantastic! I love that Mark and Eduardo are guilting each other and that Mark is so concerned about Eduardo not wanting to have sex. And Sean drawing a penis on Mark face is the funniest thing, also that he stole Eduardo's phone and put his number in it. But mostly that Eduardo is so concerned about Mark needing to sleep though he is too jealous to stop from bending Mark over a table. <333
&allie;: comm//give me back my broken partsoflights on September 26th, 2011 12:03 am (UTC)
eee, thank you, salv! you're the best, bb. ♥
Aishah: TSN || Mark/Wardo: true lovepixiebullets on September 25th, 2011 10:53 am (UTC)
This made me grin like a lunatic. Loved this! ♥
&allie;: comm//all pretty and plasteredoflights on September 26th, 2011 12:28 am (UTC)
yay, I'm glad! i love lunatics. :D thank you, darling!
A.: suburban warsohnvm on September 25th, 2011 12:30 pm (UTC)
ajkvnkfvjkj I love the domesticity and the not-so-honeymoon-anymore-cant-get-enough-cant-stop-wont-stop sex :')
&allie;: tsn//mining for a heart of goldoflights on September 26th, 2011 12:28 am (UTC)
<3333 thank you!
sweet_poeia: owlssweet_poeia on September 25th, 2011 02:43 pm (UTC)
This is perfection! So hot and sweet and adorably domestic! <333
&allie;: ag//you really caught me dearoflights on September 26th, 2011 12:31 am (UTC)
<3333 thank you, sweetie!
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&allie;: ag//it was so easy to fall in love with oflights on September 26th, 2011 12:32 am (UTC)
:DDDD ily, sweetie! thank you so much for reading! I'm so glad you enjoyed it.
(Anonymous) on September 25th, 2011 04:27 pm (UTC)
shit, I love you. I really are.

And love your mark and wardo so much that I'd like to cuddle the shit out of them. Ugh.
&allie;: up//and i love youoflights on September 26th, 2011 12:33 am (UTC)
thank you, dear! <3
ca_daisiesca_daisies on September 25th, 2011 04:36 pm (UTC)
This is amazing. It's refreshing to read about Mark and Eduardo without the angst that comes with fixing their relationship. Established relationships are the best. Also the ones where they can't keep their hands off of each other.
&allie;: tsn//drove me wild with your equationsoflights on September 26th, 2011 12:33 am (UTC)
:D thank you! you're lovely.
esthercugirl09 on September 25th, 2011 04:49 pm (UTC)
this is amazing and sweet...I can feel my teeth rotting...<3
&allie;: up//for blue blue skiesoflights on September 26th, 2011 12:36 am (UTC)
:3 thank you! sorry for the teeth rot! D:
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&allie;: stock//what a face to wake up tooflights on September 26th, 2011 12:37 am (UTC)
thank you! <3
and yes i know life is ugly and unkindlongtime_lurker on September 25th, 2011 05:09 pm (UTC)
ahahaha. these problems are the good ones to have!
&allie;: celebs//got a girl in the waroflights on September 26th, 2011 12:37 am (UTC)
hee, seriously. thank you!
merrinee: tsn} you're not as bravemerrinee on September 25th, 2011 06:07 pm (UTC)
Bawww this is uterly adorable, it made me smile so big my cheeks are now hurting like mad. Your Mark is freaking cute and ajkzefd there are no words to express how much I adore this. <33
&allie;: tsn//you gotta rock yourself a little haoflights on September 26th, 2011 12:38 am (UTC)
thank you! I'm happy to have made you smile :)
Tarnish notte the majesty of my TOWER of HATS: TSN: just an honest kidmeresy on September 25th, 2011 06:21 pm (UTC)
This is the best thing. And it is hilarious. Oh, boys. DOOMED in the hilarious way.

“But the point is, just, try cooling it down for a bit, just to see how it goes, okay? When you were away, Mark was cranky and moody but he always had energy, at least. Now he’s falling asleep smiling, and that’s—”

“Aww,” Eduardo blurts out, before he can actually help it, and Chris gives him a helplessly fond look. Then he goes back to looking a little embarrassed and a little sick.

FAVOURITE. I don't know why this is my favourite part. Wait, yes I do. Wardo, your smitten is showing. ♥
&allie;: tsn//you're gonna keep my souloflights on September 26th, 2011 12:39 am (UTC)
thank you! hee, like I said before, Eduardo is essentially a fangirl, I think, he totally aww's over Mark all the time. XD
astro_frog5astro_frog5 on September 25th, 2011 06:55 pm (UTC)
I love everything about this!
&allie;: rg//be yours for a songoflights on September 26th, 2011 12:40 am (UTC)
thank you, darling! :)
Nikki Koalanikkikoala90 on September 25th, 2011 07:12 pm (UTC)
OMG, ALLIE. This is one of my favorite pieces you've ever written. Not only was it SCORCHINGLY hawt (MARK ALREADY PREPPED AND FRONT DOOR!SEX AND THE PHARMACY AND THE SWEATPANTS AND KSHFDLFJWEIKH) and hilarious (Was actually giggling to myself quietly while my roommate sleeped at Sean drawing a penis on him) but totally sweet. I actually aaw'd at both Wardo and Mark (especially the kissing near his temple.) Ugh, you are one of the best writers, please never stop!!
&allie;: tsn//circles and trianglesoflights on September 26th, 2011 12:41 am (UTC)
yay, Nikki! I'm so happy that you enjoyed it! you're wonderful. <3333
jengeorgejengeorge on September 25th, 2011 08:19 pm (UTC)
This was AWESOME! And I will be picturing Sean drawing a penis on Mark's face while he's passed out in his desk chair for some time!

I so enjoy the way you write this pairing. Great job.
&allie;: stock//not the gumdrop buttons!oflights on September 26th, 2011 12:42 am (UTC)
heee, yes, it's a wonderful image.

thank you, dear!
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