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17 August 2011 @ 04:10 pm
Unspoken - Mark/Eduardo  
Written for these two prompts at the kinkmeme!

pairing: mark/eduardo
length: 5,104 words.
rating: pg-13 at most.
summary: mark friends erica on facebook, they become friends in real life, and mark finds his way back to wardo in the process.


When Erica gets home, there's a friend request.

From Mark Zuckerberg.

She rolls her eyes and ignores it. She doesn’t want to decline; she might change her mind, after all.

(Something tells her that’s not why she keeps staring at it, but she’s the only one who needs to hear that part.

She kind of misses Mark, all right? He was a shitty boyfriend (you go to BU, who the fuck does he think he is?) but he was funny and sweet when he wanted to be.)

And one day she accepts.

And stalks him.

It’s not her fault, okay? He’s the one who created the stupid fucking website, and if he’s going to get angry at her for checking out his friend list, and his pictures, and his – what the hell is that? Seriously, people put the strangest things on his Wall –

And she wants to check on Eduardo, who remained friends with him for some reason –

But they’re not Facebook friends. Wardo has one, and he’s friends with everyone from Harvard. Everyone except Mark.

Something sad settles in the bottom of her stomach and before she can think about it, she’s sending Mark a message.

I’m sorry it took me so long to accept the request. You probably weren’t checking, or didn’t care, or something, but I wanted to say.

It only takes a minute for him to respond.

It’s fine.

There’s more to those words, she knows there is, but she lets him be. On that front, at least.

Why aren’t you friends with Saverin, then? If I can forgive you, surely he can.

And –

You obviously didn’t hear about the lawsuit.

And while she’d heard something – wait, that’d been Wardo? With his pressed suits and his easy smile?

I’m sorry.

She knows it doesn’t mean much to him, won’t mean much, but she has to say it.

It’s all right.

She smiles.

And she begins to plan.


The next day, she befriends Wardo. He accepts right away, which makes her feel slightly sick – why can’t he talk to Mark?

He messages her.

Eduardo: haven’t heard from you in a while.
Erica: Same could be said for you.
Eduardo: I’m sorry.
Erica: I’m not the one you should be apologizing to.
Eduardo: pardon?
Erica: Whatever Mark did, it’s not worth cutting him out.
Eduardo: you mean like he cut me out?
Erica: What?
Eduardo: I’d advise getting the full story. Why don’t you ask him? I’m sure he’d love to tell it.

Bitterness coats the words, and she feels slightly sick.

Erica: I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.
Eduardo: probably not.
Eduardo: anyway, it’s not as if he’d do anything. if i did. which i’m not.
Eduardo: I’ll talk to you sometime soon. Goodbye, Erica.
Eduardo Saverin has signed off.

She breathes, staring at the words. She’s not sure why she has this sudden urge to help Mark; he’s the one who fucked with her, who messed everything up, but even through text, she knows he’s hurting.

She’ll let it slide for now, though.


After a month, Erica’s friends with Mark – and not just in the Facebook sense. She’s talking to him every day, and even though his responses are the same length – curt, no extra words – she can read him more. Or maybe he’s changed.

I think I should visit you.

She sends the message and goes to bed, her heart racing for some reason. She doesn’t have feelings for Mark – she’s single, yes, but she’s not opening that again – but this feels more real than a few conversations.

When she wakes up, he’s responded.

I’d like that.

She smiles.


When she gets to the offices, her jaw – as cliché as it sounds – drops.

This was created by Mark, the guy who insulted her family and her college in one breath, who assumed everyone was as ruthless as him, who didn’t want friends.

He’d created an empire.

He’s sitting in his office when she shows up, smiling through the glass. She waves, and he – somehow – stands up, shutting the laptop.

They don’t hug but she pats him on the arm. “This is – holy shit.”

He nods. “I know.”

Somehow, it’s comforting to know that not everything has changed.

He takes her on the tour of the office, and it’s more than she thought it could be. Half the world’s on Facebook, of course, but seeing it in action – it’s awe-inspiring.

“And this is my office,” he says, leading her in. She walks around, looking at his pictures with a smile. There’s one of Chris and Dustin; Dustin’s laughing, drunk, and Chris just looks amused.

And there’s one of Eduardo. It was taken in Harvard, that much is obvious. He’s smiling at the camera, an eyebrow raised, and the beginning of Mark’s fingertip is in the corner.

“Shit.” Mark nearly runs to her, taking the picture and turning it over. “Ignore that.”

Erica sort of wants to giggle, which is silly but she’s a girl, okay. “I knew it.”

“Knew what?”

“You love him.”

“I don’t love anyone.”

She tilts her head. “You’re twenty-three. You can’t get away with that shit anymore.”

He shrugs, crossing his arms and leaning against the desk. “You know, I have a lot of work –”

“Tell me.”

“Oh, yeah, I’m going to tell my ex-girlfriend about someone who –”

“Cut the bullshit. You don’t bother with ‘socially acceptable’, anyway.”

Mark shrugs. “I could.”

“Please.” She crosses her arms.

“I cut him out of the company. Okay? It was shitty but – he was jeopardizing the company. He did. I had to do it.”

“Have you talked to him since?”

Mark shakes his head.

“Why?” Her voice is soft, now, and she puts a hand on his arm.

He shrugs away. “I don’t want him to – he shouldn’t have to talk to me.”

She smiles. “Talk to him.”

He shakes his head. “He’s got a new life.”

“But he wants one with you.”

He shakes his head. “It’s over, all right? I fucked up and now I have to deal with it.”

“When’s he in town next?”

“God, you’re persistent,” he says, and he’s only halfway teasing.

She shrugs. “That I am. When’s he in town?”

“There’s a shareholders’ meeting in two days.”

“So you’re saying right now.”

He shrugs.

She smiles. “You know what to do.” She turns to leave.

He grabs her hand. “No. I don’t.”

When she’s got a good look at him, she frowns. He looks nervous, harried, and she wonders just how he’s been getting alone without his Wardo.

“All right,” she says, and pulls him into a hug on impulse. He’s stiff, but when she holds on he lets himself go, just a bit. “I’ll help you win him back.”

“Thank you.” It’s muffled, but she hears it, and smiles.

“Of course.”


Mark’s first idea is to buy him flowers. Erica agrees with this; but of course, Mark first needs to apologize.

It happens at the meeting, or so Erica hears. Dustin’s the one to call her; somehow, she’s friends with the Facebook four (or so they all themselves (or so Dustin says)).

“Mark apologized.”

“What?” She sits up. “That – really? What happened?”

“It – well, Wardo looked sort of pained and then he got up and ran away and Mark chased him – in his stupid hoodie, might I add – and then when they came back Wardo was smiling and Mark was – well, he wasn’t smiling but he looked happy in Mark-ese.”

Erica smiles, closing her eyes. Good. “I’m rooting for htem.”

“They’re not going to get together.”

“What? Why?”

“Well – Wardo was talking to me later,” and here Dustin leans in too close to Erica, looking for all the world like he’s going to convey some secret information, “and he still doesn’t really trust Mark, you know?”

“Well, Rome wasn’t built in a day,” she signs, leaning back and folding her arms.

He tilts his head. “What the hell does that have to do with anything?”

She laughs, and shakes her head. “I’d say I missed you, but we didn’t talk in college. I’m glad we do now.”

Dustin smiles back. “Me, too.”


Mark isn’t very good at ‘wooing’ Eduardo. He’s – well, he’s been staying really close to him, and he keeps apologizing for random things, until –

“Mark, I swear to god, if you apologize for one more thing I’m going to walk out and never come back!”

Erica smiles; he doesn’t really sound angry, more… pleased.

Mark doesn’t say anything, and Wardo ruffles his hair. Mark shrugs away.

It’s painfully domestic and sweet and Erica has to look away.

Dustin walks up behind her, laughing. “They’re cute, aren’t they?”

She rolls her eyes. “Don’t you do any work in this place?”

He shrugs. “Mark won’t fire me.”

She laughs.

“Hey, when are you leaving?”

She rolls her eyes. “Trying to get rid of me, are you?”

He shakes his head, staring at her, and she swallows. “I’m just – I want to know.”

“Well, I live around here. And – and I’m a reporter. I don’t need to – I don’t have – this is my vacation.”

He stares at her some more, eyes widening. “You used this as your vacation?”

She shrugs. “I like you guys.”

He smiles at her, and takes her hand. “We like you, too.”

Erica blushes.


“Get him something special,” Erica had said. Mark thinks about that more than he’s proud of before deciding on something – well, Erica’s original idea, if he’s honest, but Eduardo doesn’t need to know that.

Mark buys flowers when he’s out and leaves them on Eduardo’s jacket. He’s going to find them and Mark’s going to say everything, to confess it all. Eduardo’s forgiven him but there can be more to the story, he knows there can.

It’s later when Eduardo walks up to him, flowers in hand. “What’s this?”

Mark shrugs, looking at them. “I was, uh, at the store – and, you know, I saw them and thought – I don’t want them to go to waste – but I can’t give them to anyone else, you know, and flowers – they sort of – well, people use them as apologies, don’t they?” He coughs. “They were cheap, anyway, you know.”

(They weren’t, at all. Mark’d gone to the florist knowing nothing about flowers and the woman had taken pity on him, helping him pick out the perfect flowers. She’d told him the meaning of all of them, in excruciating detail.

He didn’t mind, though, because it was Wardo.)

The hydrangeas seem really silly.

Eduardo doesn’t say anything for a long moment.

“If you want me to give them to –”

“No!” And it’s almost defensive. He opens and shuts his mouth a few times. “No. I – thank you.” He leaves without another word, not giving Mark time to respond.

“You’re welcome,” Mark whispers, and goes back to his coding.

The next day, there’s a white tulip on his desk.

White tulips mean forgiveness.

Mark swallows.


Mark doesn’t know how to date people. He usually says something like Want to grab a beer? and he eventually notices he’s dating someone.

But this is different. It’s Wardo, with his silly suits and his wide smile and his inexplicable forgiveness, and Mark wants to do this right but he does everything wrong.

Interpersonal relationships, at least, he always does wrong.

He asks Erica for help and she smiles at him, shaking her head. “You have to do this on your own, love.”

Mark rolls his eyes. “I’m letting you stay here, day after day, the least you could do is help me out.”

She giggles. “You’re adorable, you know that?”

Mark crosses his arms. “I could have you thrown out.”

“But then I wouldn’t be able to help you.”

Mark remembers why he used to want to strangle her. “Yeah, well…”

She raises an eyebrow.

He lets out a breath. “I sent him flowers and he – well, he forgave me and sent me a white tulip because he’s a fucking flower expert along with everything else that he’s good at.”

Erica laughs.

“Shut. Up.”

She shakes her head. “You’re adorable, you know that?”

Mark rolls his eyes. “Never mind. I’ll do this myself.”

Erica sighs, sitting on his desk. “You want to go classic romance?”

Mark nods.

“Do chocolates. Send them to his hotel. Or, better yet, bring them yourself.”

Mark shakes his head. “He’s leaving tomorrow.”

“Send them today. Get someone to buy them. I’ll go!”

She’s entirely too happy about this. “Fine.”

She grins.


When Mark gets the chocolate, he keeps them in his desk until the end of the day – so he leaves a little early. That’s okay, right? He’s allowed. Every once in a while.

He shows up to Eduardo’s hotel, candy in hand, and when Eduardo opens the door he nearly throws them at him.

Eduardo furrows his brow.

“For you,” and Mark’s voice definitely does not crack, that noise is unrelated. “They’re… not my – I don’t like the, er, hazelnut. Or coconut. Have them.”

(Mark actually loves coconut. Hopefully, Eduardo doesn’t remember.)

Eduardo grins. “You brought me chocolates.” He sounds awed, and Mark can’t blame him.

This is awful.

“I have to go,” Mark blurts, and turns.

Eduardo’s hand on his shoulder stops him.

“You don’t hate coconut, though.”

Mark shrugs, swallowing. “You – more.”

Nice, Zuckerberg.

Eduardo shakes his head.

“I’ll see you at the next meeting,” Mark offers.

Eduardo shrugs. “I, ah, was – I think –” He looks up, and his face is unreadable. “I’m staying. Another week. Yeah.”

Mark grins. “We should – hang out. Or something. You know. Outside of – ”

“Facebook,” Eduardo cuts in.

Mark nods. “Yeah.”

“We should.”

Mark bites his lip and turns around. “See you, then, Wardo.”


Dustin and Erica squeal when Mark tells them what’s going on.

They’re hanging out in Mark’s living room, and Erica’s half in Dustin’s lap. They’re giggling, and Erica’s buried her face in Dustin’s shoulder.

“That’s the most adorable thing I’ve ever heard,” Dustin tells him, an arm around Erica.

Mark shakes his head. “Look, it’s not – it’s just –”

“If you tell me you two are just friends, Mark, I swear to God…” Erica laughs, shaking her head. “It’s not – you can’t honestly tell me that he’s staying here just for fun? It’s for you, idiot, you and your flowers and chocolates.”

“But that’s not me. That’s you.”

Erica tilts her head. “Oh, sweetie. You don’t honestly think he’d react that way if I gave him flowers.”

“Please don’t,” Dustin whispers, and Erica almost doesn’t hear him. She laughs, looking at him with something like fondness in her eyes.

“I won’t.”

Mark pretends to gag, and Erica rolls her eyes again. “He’s in love with you, idiot.”

“You should stop insulting me.”

She shrugs. “I don’t know, from everything I’ve learned, friends are supposed to tell the truth.”

Mark shakes his head. “We’re not friends.”


Mark shrugs. “I don’t know what to do.”

Erica smiles at him. “Just be yourself. Do what you did before. Only without the, you know, fucking everything up.”

Mark swallows, nodding. “I know.”

“Don’t be afraid to tell him what you’re feeling,” she advises. “I know it’s hard, but – well, you have to tell him. You can’t keep leading him on if you’re not planning on telling him.”

“I’m not leading him on.”

“He’s going to think that’s what you’re doing and then you’ll be back at square one,” Dustin says.

Erica nods.

Mark shakes his head. “When did you two become partners in crime?”

“Don’t know what you mean,” Erica says, and picks herself up, off of Dustin. “I’ve got to go. I’m going into work tomorrow, vacation’s over.” She bites her lip. “Feel free to ask me for any help, got it? I’d love the two of you to work out whatever it is you’re trying to work out.”

Mark nods.

With another smile, she’s gone.


Mark: I don’t know what to do.
Erica: With Wardo?
Mark: Don’t call him that.
Erica: Fine. Eduardo, then?
Mark: I don’t want him to hate me.
Erica: He could never. Just be yourself. I have to go. I love you. Goodbye.

“Who are you talking to?” Eduardo asks, walking up behind Mark.

Mark jumps about a foot in the air, closing out of the tab very, very fast. “No one.”

“Erica?” Eduardo asks. “Did she – is that – did she say she loved you?”

Mark swallows. “You – what are you doing here?”

He shrugs. “It’s ten. I think you should head home.”

“You could have called.”

“But I didn’t.” Eduardo shrugs. “You wouldn’t have listened. This way, I get to walk out with you.”

“I would have listened,” Mark half-says, and flushes.

“What?” Wardo looks amused.

“Nothing.” Mark shakes his head.

Wardo does take him home, and they sit in Mark’s driveway for a moment.

“Do you want to come in?” (He knows that this is how dates end, that it sounds like he’s asking Eduardo for sex, but he’s not. He just doesn’t want the night to end.) “I’m not tired, I don’t want to sleep.”

Eduardo breathes slowly. “Yeah, I guess so.”

They get inside, and sit on Mark’s couch.

“I want to stay here,” Eduardo says.

Mark shrugs. “Stay, then.”

“I can’t afford it.”

Mark rolls his eyes. “You don’t have to pay to – oh. You meant – never mind. I know.”

Eduardo smiles. “You thought I meant here?” There’s something going on with his voice that Mark can’t decipher.

He swallows. “You know, I just wanted to – well, I figured I’d offer. And. You know. If you want to take me up on that offer, I wouldn’t – I’d still say yes.”

Eduardo grins. “I can’t do that.”

“I have enough room.” He’s not sure exactly when he decided he really wanted Eduardo to stay with him, but he does. “And you – it’d be like – you wouldn’t have to see me. Much. You know.”

Eduardo grins. “I know.”

“And you – well, you can – never mind. If you don’t want to – I’m not going to –”

“Mark. Shut up.”

He does. And he’s never been one for babbling, what the fuck is going on?

“If you’re seriously offering, I’d love to stay.”

Mark grins. “Really?”

Eduardo nods, his face falsely solemn. “Of course. How could I turn down an offer like that?”

“But Singapore –”

“I can work from home.” Eduardo shrugs. “I don’t need to be there. Not for – a while. You know. Flexibility.”

Mark jumps up, and he’s suddenly so, so excited. “Let’s – you can sleep – wherever you want, really, my room? It’s the best. I want – I want you to be happy.”

(He does, but that’s not the only reason he offers.

He wants Wardo to be comfortable around him again.)

“No.” Wardo grins. “You don’t have to. I’ll stay in the guest room. I assume you have one.”

Mark nods, smiling. “I have – yeah.” He swallows. “You really can have the bedroom, though. I rarely sleep in it.”

“I don’t want to take it away from you, the few times you do sleep in it, then.”

Mark shrugs. “I’d rather have you – there. Anyway.”

(It’s the truth, but only half of it.)

Eduardo shakes his head. “Thank you, but I can’t. You’re already – I can’t.”

Mark nods, and leads Eduardo upstairs. “You can stay in this one.” It’s nothing special, but the smile Eduardo gives him says it means so much more to him than a room should.

(Mark’s trying to learn how to read Wardo again. It’s working.)


It’s a few days before any of them see Erica again, but when she does show up it’s with a hug for Eduardo and a smile for Mark.

“I just – I was wondering how you two were doing,” she says, and her voice is faux-innocence but Edaurdo doesn’t seem to notice.

Mark is going to kill her.

“Do you guys want to do something tonight?” she asks, turning around, her hands on her hips, flashing a grin at his Wardo. She’s adorable and bubbly and she’s flirting with Wardo and Mark really is going to kill her.

Except. She’d be perfect for someone like Wardo, cute and loved by everyone and not a snarky bitch.

(But Mark wants him.)


They end up at a restaurant that Mark’s never been to but Erica loves, and Mark sits by himself, the others next to each other. Erica’s too close to Wardo, their hands next to each other on the table, and this would be a date for them if he wasn’t there.

“Should I – do you guys want me to go?”

Erica tilts her head. “What are you talking about?”

(And in a flash, he figures it out. She’s only been helping him out so she can make him look like an idiot and –

But this isn’t a romantic comedy, and Erica’s looking at him with real concern in her eyes, and he makes himself calm down, because while he may be pathetic, he’s not this kind of pathetic.)

“Never mind.”

Erica studies him, and he swallows, looking away, because yes, he is this kind of pathetic.

Later, she hugs him. “He’s head over heels for you,” she tells him, smiling. “Really. If you just tried –”

“No,” Mark says, voice flat, and she nods.

“All right. Just – think about it.”

He will.


He’s thinking about it all day, and then the next, before he calls Erica.

“I don’t know what to do.”

She smiles into the phone, he can tell. “About what?”


She sighs. “I’m telling you. Just tell him. I can nearly guarantee he’ll react… favorably.”

“Ugh, you sound like someone in a romantic comedy.” He groans.

“Your love is pretty romantic, pretty comedic. I don’t see the difference.”

He rolls his eyes.

“Don’t you roll your eyes at me,” she tells him, and okay, that’s really creepy.

He sighs. “I don’t – I’m afraid of losing him.”

She smiles again, and her tone is bright. “You’re not going to.”

“I can’t – I have him. You know? Even this little part. And, I don’t know – I don’t think I can give this up again.”

Erica’s talking but Mark can’t pay attention because holy shit, Eduardo’s standing right there and he looks like he’s going to throw up.

Mark runs.

“Mark?” Erica calls.

Eduardo picks up the phone. “Hello, who is this?”

“Erica.” She pauses. “Oh, shit. You heard –”

“Did I hear what I thought I did? Please – please don’t tell me I’m wrong.” He’s half-whispering.

Her voice is soft. “You have to go after him. Just – tell him – he missed you, okay? He missed you when you were gone and he doesn’t want you to go again.”

(He loves you, she doesn’t say.)


Eduardo follows Mark. He’s sitting on the porch, hugging his knees.

“I’m sorry,” Mark tells him.

Edaurdo grins. “For what? You – you missed me. That’s not – you know, not a big deal.”

Mark swallows. “I gave you flowers. And chocolate.”

Eduardo’s heart pounds. “You –”

“I’ve never done that before.” Mark forces a smile. “I’m sorry, I just – it’s you, you know? You’re making me absolutely insane.”

Eduardo laughs. “You’re one to talk.”

And Mark – he can’t let himself hear that.

“I can’t – I have to –”

Eduardo grabs his arm. “Stay,” he whispers.

Mark does.

“I do miss you when you’re gone,” Mark says.

(I love you. I want to be with you.)

Eduardo understands the unspoken because Eduardo understands Mark.

Mark’s leaning against Eduardo’s arm for a long while before he turns his head. “I’m sorry,” he whispers, and kisses him. It’s a wet, broken kiss, and Mark’s nearly on top of Eduardo before he realizes just what he’s doing.

Eduardo grins. “Don’t be sorry,” he whispers, and pulls Mark to his feet, kissing him until he can’t think, until neither of them are breathing. “Come with me,” he whispers, directly in his ear, and Mark shivers, nodding.


They end up in Mark’s room, and Eduardo’s pushing him down onto the bed, hands everywhere, and Mark’s already moaning before either of them removes any clothing.

Eduardo’s still kissing him, and Mark’s pushed into the bed, and he’s running his hands up and down Eduardo’s back.

They need to talk about this, to figure out what the hell is going on, but this – it’s nice. For now. He can let himself have this.

Because he’s kissing Eduardo. Those are Eduardo’s hands on his ass and on his stomach and pushing up Mark’s shirt and those are Mark’s hands pulling him closer, pushing Eduardo’s shirt off his shoulders, and then they’re still, staring at each other.

“Is this –” Mark starts, but he can’t finish, because what can he say?

Eduardo grins, and climbs back on top of him. “Yes,” he whispers.

“Yeah,” Mark says back, and he’s no idea what he’s agreeing to but so long as Eduardo keeps doing that he doesn’t mind. “Yeah.”

And that – well, that’s Eduardo’s mouth on his collarbone, and Mark’s hands tangled in his hair, and Eduardo’s hand around both of them and it’s hot and close and Mark wants more, so much more.

He flips them over and heads down, and he’s got his mouth around Eduardo before he can say anything, and then it’s Eduardo making the most fantastic noises he’s ever heard and then he’s coming, and Mark swallows it down.

He’s painfully hard but he’s willing to ignore it (or, rather, put it to the side) because the look on Eduardo’s face, as cheesy as it sounds, is worth it.

And then Eduardo’s hand is around him and Mark’s coming almost immediately, biting his lip hard.

For a minute, it’s all he can do to lie there, letting his heart calm down, and then Eduardo’s wrapping an arm around him and pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

After, when Eduardo’s holding him close, Mark pressed up against his stomach, he smiles.

“I’m sorry I got you flowers.”


“Because it was silly and sappy and – I’m not good at dating. Which – I mean, I’m not saying we’re dating, necessarily, but if you – I’d like to.”

Eduardo grins. “I’d like that very much.”

Mark smiles helplessly.


And when he wakes up the next morning, Eduardo’s in the kitchen, making coffee, and he kisses Mark as soon as he walks in, and it’s pathetic but Mark can’t stop the laugh bubbling out of his mouth.

(I love you, he thinks, but he doesn’t say it. Not yet.)


He stays at Facebook, now, Eduardo does, and he holds hands with Mark and takes him out to lunch and Mark just wants to throw up because it’s so wonderful.

Erica stays there, too, and she doesn’t say anything but stays in Dustin’s office, working on her articles and sitting on his couch.

Mark’s not stupid, he knows what’s coming, but every time he tries to bring it up with her he can’t get the words out. This is hers, hers and his, and Mark’s not going to try to mess that up.

Instead, he smiles at her and gives her a hug when Dustin isn’t there and she understands.

“You’re one of my best friends,” he tells her one day, and she looks flattered.

“I’m glad,” she tells him. “And I’m glad about – well, you know.” She smiles, and he shakes his head.

“And, you know, thank you.”

She shakes her head. “I didn’t do anything.”

He gives her a look.

She shrugs. “Well, perhaps I did a bit.”


Eduardo has to leave eventually, and Mark throws himself into coding because he doesn’t want to think about it, he doesn’t want to miss him.

Erica’s still around, and she does things like hold hands with Dustin, and Mark supposes it was bound to happen. They’re sort of ridiculously perfect for each other, and if even someone like Mark’s noticing he supposes it has to be true.

But he very carefully doesn’t think about Eduardo, except for the times when Erica nudges him and grins, and he knows what she means; he knows he looks happier now, more relaxed, because he is.

But other than that, he doesn’t think about Eduardo because he’s not, actually, a masochist.

Until Eduardo IMs him, and it’s three in the morning, and really, who the fuck does that?

Eduardo: go to sleep
Eduardo: seriously
Eduardo: i know you’re not going to listen but i have to try.

Mark smiles.

Mark: Shut up.
Mark: I mean,
Mark: It’s good to have you back.
Eduardo: :D
Mark: you’re obviously twelve.
Eduardo: you love me anyway.

Mark doesn’t respond.

Eduardo: i didn’t mean anything by that. sorry.

Mark calls him.

Eduardo’s voice is breathy. “Mark, it’s three in the morning where you are.”

“I do love you,” Mark says, decisive, because this he knows and it doesn’t matter what time it is because he’s sure, sure like he knew Facebook would take off. He’s got that excitement this, too, because he hopes (oh, god, he hopes) Eduardo loves him back. “I’m in love with you.”

Eduardo clears his throat. “Sorry?”

“I know you heard me.” He pauses. “But I do love you. A stupid amount. And – you can blame Erica for this but I don’t think you’re getting rid of me for a long time.”

Eduardo laughs. “Erica?”

Mark smiles into the phone. “Yeah. Erica. She’s dating Dustin now, did you know?”

Eduardo shakes his head. “Erica and Dustin, yeah?” He laughs. “She’s the one – she’s the one who told you to send me the flowers, isn’t she?”

Mark sighs. “The secret was bound to come out eventually. I’m not really as much of a romantic as I make myself out to be. Sorry, Wardo.” He pauses. “Oh, and yeah. They’re sort of a perfect match.”

There’s silence.

And then, Eduardo takes a breath, and Mark’s heart is racing because he hasn’t said it back but then – “I’m in love with you, too,” Eduardo says, and it’s almost conversational.

Mark lets out a breath. “Oh, thank god.”

Eduardo laughs.

It’s kind of wonderful.


The next time they see each other, Mark gives him a card. It’s pink and girly and it has flowers on it and it says I love you and Eduardo loves it and so Mark isn't as nervous.

Eduardo looks at him and smiles and Mark can’t help but kiss him.

They’re happy together, and Mark's not sure he's what Eduardo deserves but he's what Eduardo wants, which is all that really matters.
listentokellylistentokelly on August 17th, 2011 09:52 pm (UTC)
OP here! Mark and Eduardo are so adorable. I love how awkward it was between them in the process of finally getting together.

Also, this line: Mark doesn’t know how to date people. He usually says something like Want to grab a beer? and he eventually notices he’s dating someone.

I lol-ed at it for the longest time, haha.

Thank you very much for filling my prompt! :)
rumpledlinenrumpledlinen on August 19th, 2011 03:05 am (UTC)
gahh, i'm so glad you thought so! i liked writing that line, it means a lot that you liked it as well. ha.

:) thank you!
Lelaleladancer18 on August 17th, 2011 10:13 pm (UTC)
I couldn't handle the adorableness. So much unsaid but said with Mark and Wardo (oh and your writing as well). Thanks for sharing this. :)
rumpledlinenrumpledlinen on August 19th, 2011 03:05 am (UTC)
thank you so much! <3
arcadianmaggiearcadianmaggie on August 19th, 2011 04:02 am (UTC)
Mark was so adorably inept. But not so much that he didn't get the job done (with ample help from Erica, of course). I really enjoyed this. Thanks!
Sarahologist on October 10th, 2011 07:39 am (UTC)
That was brilliant! Loved the addition of Dustin an Erica, that just topped off the whole adorable-ness :)