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neaFandom: The Social Network
Pairing: Mark Zuckerberg/Eduardo Saverin (as portrayed in the film)
Autor:nea
Rating: G
Word Count: 800 +
Autor's Notes: a) Written for 120_minuten's challenge Flight (as in fight or flight), b) slash, c) betaed by the wonderfulstarsandseas ♥
Disclaimer: Based on the people from Ben Mezrich's book and Aaron Sorkin's script, but the plot of this little thing is mine.
Title Road trip
"What?" Mark's voice is muffled by the hoodie he is pulling back on.
Eduardo just grins, shaking his head. "Nothing..."
"What is it?" Mark's hair's a mess of wild curls, that he tries to tame by running his fingers through it. It doesn’t really help. Not that he really cares...
“Just... your hair...” Eduardo starts, but Mark just gives him the How is hair even of importance? look, so he shrugs and chuckles.
Mark shrugs too, coming closer, but Eduardo doesn't notice until Mark is really close and that's surprising, because usually Mark likes to keep some distance between himself and the rest of the world, or so it seems.
Eduardo parts his lips but before he can say something, anything, Mark stretches a little and touches Eduardo's lips with his own. For a moment it's nothing more than just their mouths, touching. A little awkward maybe but not in a bad way.
Eduardo sighs and deepens it a little, placing his hands on Mark's elbows and Mark's hands are on Eduardo's hips when he deepens the kiss a little more, his fingers tracing along the fine sewing lines of Eduardo's shirt.
And that's when his cell phone buzzes loudly against the wooden surface of the nightstand. An ugly, unexpected sound that startles them both, breaking the kiss.
They look at each other for a moment, their faces flushed a little, before Eduardo sighs again (this time it's a frustrated sigh, not relieved like the one before) and turns away to get to his phone. Because it could be his father. Or the Phoenix Club...
“Dustin wants to know if we've been kidnapped.” he tells Mark, after he checked the message, who just snorts, running his hand through his hair again.
"I need a break..." Mark had said, after a week of more or less non stop coding. "What do you think of a road trip?" He was still typing, though.
"Sure, why not." Eduardo, sitting on Mark's bed, had stopped leaving through his economy textbook. "When do you wanna go?"
"How about now?" Mark had finally stopped typing. He even had turned his chair around, away from the desk and laptop to look at Eduardo. "You, me, Chris and Dustin, what do you say?"
"I could borrow a car from someone of the Phoenix..." Eduardo had said slowly, because, really, Mark Zuckerberg wanting to do something outside was *really* rare. As far as Eduardo could remember, it had never happen before.
"I can't," Dustin had said when they asked him. "There's this report that I need to hand in on Monday and I haven't even started yet..." It was Friday afternoon.
"I think I won't make it back alive," Chris had said, blowing his nose, as he spoke. "I'll stay in bed and hope to fall asleep to the sound of Dustin's typing... Or in spite of it..."
"I'll make you tea if you remind me to eat," Dustin had offered, because like Mark he often tend to forget about such unimportant (and yet rather basic) things like eating, once he started to work on something.
"Deal..." Chris nodded, going back to his room.
Half an hour later they had been sitting in the car, on their way out of Harvard. Just Mark and Eduardo, because listening to Dustin curse over his paper and Chris sneezing and coughing wasn't relaxing at all.
Mark had been driving, which was rather unusual, too, but he wanted to. They had spent a while in silence; in that comfortable silence, where you just don't talk without the feeling that you have to say something. Knowing that the other person is okay with the silence, too. They had watched the trees and other cars passing them by and listened to the CDs that had already been in the car.
At some point Eduardo had switched on the radio, but that had been even worse than the CDs, so they weren't really listening. Instead Mark had talked about the ideas he had to fix the recent bugs on Facebook and because it's also really rare that Mark says more than three connected sentences, Eduardo had let him talk, not paying any attention to the signal lamp, until the car had stopped. In the middle of nowhere, quite literally, and they had to walk two or three miles until they reached a gas station. It had been already dark at that time so they had decided to drive back the next day,spending the night in this little bed-and-breakfast place which had little old-fashioned rooms with two single beds in them.
“Let's get some food.” Mark's at the door, already smelling the home-cooked breakfast down the stairs and his stomach growls loudly. “Do you think you'll be able to talk the owner into giving us some chicken soup for Chris?”
“We'll see...” says Eduardo, typing a quick reply to Dustin, then checking the room to make sure they hadn't forgotten anything and leaves after Mark.
Pairing: Mark Zuckerberg/Eduardo Saverin (as portrayed in the film)
Autor:
neaRating: G
Word Count: 800 +
Autor's Notes: a) Written for 120_minuten's challenge Flight (as in fight or flight), b) slash, c) betaed by the wonderful
starsandseas ♥Disclaimer: Based on the people from Ben Mezrich's book and Aaron Sorkin's script, but the plot of this little thing is mine.
Title Road trip
"What?" Mark's voice is muffled by the hoodie he is pulling back on.
Eduardo just grins, shaking his head. "Nothing..."
"What is it?" Mark's hair's a mess of wild curls, that he tries to tame by running his fingers through it. It doesn’t really help. Not that he really cares...
“Just... your hair...” Eduardo starts, but Mark just gives him the How is hair even of importance? look, so he shrugs and chuckles.
Mark shrugs too, coming closer, but Eduardo doesn't notice until Mark is really close and that's surprising, because usually Mark likes to keep some distance between himself and the rest of the world, or so it seems.
Eduardo parts his lips but before he can say something, anything, Mark stretches a little and touches Eduardo's lips with his own. For a moment it's nothing more than just their mouths, touching. A little awkward maybe but not in a bad way.
Eduardo sighs and deepens it a little, placing his hands on Mark's elbows and Mark's hands are on Eduardo's hips when he deepens the kiss a little more, his fingers tracing along the fine sewing lines of Eduardo's shirt.
And that's when his cell phone buzzes loudly against the wooden surface of the nightstand. An ugly, unexpected sound that startles them both, breaking the kiss.
They look at each other for a moment, their faces flushed a little, before Eduardo sighs again (this time it's a frustrated sigh, not relieved like the one before) and turns away to get to his phone. Because it could be his father. Or the Phoenix Club...
“Dustin wants to know if we've been kidnapped.” he tells Mark, after he checked the message, who just snorts, running his hand through his hair again.
"I need a break..." Mark had said, after a week of more or less non stop coding. "What do you think of a road trip?" He was still typing, though.
"Sure, why not." Eduardo, sitting on Mark's bed, had stopped leaving through his economy textbook. "When do you wanna go?"
"How about now?" Mark had finally stopped typing. He even had turned his chair around, away from the desk and laptop to look at Eduardo. "You, me, Chris and Dustin, what do you say?"
"I could borrow a car from someone of the Phoenix..." Eduardo had said slowly, because, really, Mark Zuckerberg wanting to do something outside was *really* rare. As far as Eduardo could remember, it had never happen before.
"I can't," Dustin had said when they asked him. "There's this report that I need to hand in on Monday and I haven't even started yet..." It was Friday afternoon.
"I think I won't make it back alive," Chris had said, blowing his nose, as he spoke. "I'll stay in bed and hope to fall asleep to the sound of Dustin's typing... Or in spite of it..."
"I'll make you tea if you remind me to eat," Dustin had offered, because like Mark he often tend to forget about such unimportant (and yet rather basic) things like eating, once he started to work on something.
"Deal..." Chris nodded, going back to his room.
Half an hour later they had been sitting in the car, on their way out of Harvard. Just Mark and Eduardo, because listening to Dustin curse over his paper and Chris sneezing and coughing wasn't relaxing at all.
Mark had been driving, which was rather unusual, too, but he wanted to. They had spent a while in silence; in that comfortable silence, where you just don't talk without the feeling that you have to say something. Knowing that the other person is okay with the silence, too. They had watched the trees and other cars passing them by and listened to the CDs that had already been in the car.
At some point Eduardo had switched on the radio, but that had been even worse than the CDs, so they weren't really listening. Instead Mark had talked about the ideas he had to fix the recent bugs on Facebook and because it's also really rare that Mark says more than three connected sentences, Eduardo had let him talk, not paying any attention to the signal lamp, until the car had stopped. In the middle of nowhere, quite literally, and they had to walk two or three miles until they reached a gas station. It had been already dark at that time so they had decided to drive back the next day,spending the night in this little bed-and-breakfast place which had little old-fashioned rooms with two single beds in them.
“Let's get some food.” Mark's at the door, already smelling the home-cooked breakfast down the stairs and his stomach growls loudly. “Do you think you'll be able to talk the owner into giving us some chicken soup for Chris?”
“We'll see...” says Eduardo, typing a quick reply to Dustin, then checking the room to make sure they hadn't forgotten anything and leaves after Mark.
