Sara (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
scripted_sra) wrote2009-03-03 08:21 pm
scripted_sra) wrote2009-03-03 08:21 pm
Fake News (RPF) | The Way Things Need To Be | NC-17 | Brian/Jon (2/10)
Title: The Way Things Need To Be (2/10)
Fandom: Fake News (RPF)
Rating: NC-17 for this part.
Pairing: Brian/Jon and others.
Warning: AU; BDSM.
Summary: In a universe where people are primarily defined by position—whether they are dominant, a switch, or submissive—Jon and others struggle to deal with dating, prejudice, and the drama that comes from not fitting neatly inside society’s narrowly-defined idea of how things should be.
Word Count: 2,188 for this part.
Disclaimer: All copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. This work is not created for profit and constitutes fair use. References to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
A/N: See masterpost for full header, author’s notes, and thanks.
Jon looked at himself in the mirror for what was probably the millionth time that night. He hated dating. He’d never been good at it, always feeling awkward and out of place. The fact that he was going on a date with Brian Williams, Stepford Dom Extraordinaire, only served to exacerbate that feeling.
He knew that was an unfair characterization of Brian the second after he thought it. Brian was a good guy, and knew him well; he wasn’t going to expect him to be arm candy or a housesub. This date would be good for him, even if it didn’t lead to anything more.
A knock on his door pulled him out of his thoughts, and after giving his reflection one last glance, he walked over to answer the door. “Hey, Brian,” he said warmly. The other man looked good, but it wasn’t like that was anything new.
“Jon,” Brian said, and Jon moved back to let him in.
“Let me grab my coat, and we can go,” he said.
“Sounds good.” Brian gave him a reassuring smile, and Jon realized how obvious he was being.
“You look good, Jon.”
“Thanks,” Jon said, putting on his coat. He fought the embarrassed blush that threatened to rise on his cheeks, saying, “You look good too.”
Brian smiled. “Thanks. “
“Right. I’m ready.”
“Okay. Let’s go.”
* * *
By the time that dessert rolled around, Jon was mentally berating himself for being so nervous and apprehensive. The date was so far a roaring success, and that shouldn’t have been a surprise. After all, Brian was interesting, intelligent, witty, kind—why had he been expecting a disaster?
“You look relieved,” Brian noted after ordering their desserts, and Jon once again realized how obvious he must be.
“I am,” Jon admitted sheepishly. “Sorry. The last date I went on...did not go well.” He shook his head. “I guess I was bracing myself for the same. Stupid, I know, but I somehow couldn’t help it.”
“Well, I’m glad I exceeded your expectations,” Brian said, amused.
“So am I,” Jon said, grinning. “You’re an even better date than you are an interview.”
Brian laughed. “High praise indeed, coming from you,” he said. The waiter brought them their desserts then, and Jon found himself more interested in watching Brian eat his than eating his own. There was something about the way the man ate chocolate that was mesmerizing. “Am I that fascinating?” he asked dryly, jerking Jon out of his reverie.
“My mind drifted to another type of dessert,” Jon said, grinning.
“Did it?” Brian asked, raising an eyebrow. He looked amused. “I’m not surprised. You seem like you need a little discipline to stay focused.”
Jon licked his lips. Considering what the look in Brian’s eyes was doing to him, he was convinced they couldn’t get out of here fast enough.
* * *
Jon couldn’t deny that it felt good when Brian pressed him up against the wall of the elevator of his building, pinning his wrists above his head. He grinned at Brian, asking, “Aren’t you being a little presumptuous?”
“Maybe a little,” Brian said, smirking.
“You’re clearly assuming I put out on the first date,” Jon said, tsking.
“My apologies; I should have asked.” Brian leaned in, murmuring in Jon’s ear, “Do you put out on the first date, Jonathan?”
“Of course,” Jon said, shivering at the way Brian said his name. “I just didn’t want you to assume.”
Brian chuckled, stepping back and letting Jon free as the elevator reached the correct floor and the doors opened.
“Let’s go,” Jon added, leading the way to his apartment.
Once inside, Jon found himself pinned once again, a situation he did not mind in the least.
“Tell me, Jonathan,” Brian started, “when was the last time you were properly tied up and made to beg?”
Jon felt his mouth go dry. “It’s been awhile,” he managed.
“I guess we’ll have to fix that.” Brian kissed him then, deeply, and Jon responded enthusiastically. He wriggled in Brian’s grasp, trying to move closer, until Brian broke their kiss. “Someone’s impatient,” he noted, smirking.
“Can you blame me?”
“I think we’ll have to work on that too.” Brian looked him in the eyes. “What’s your safeword?”
Jon swallowed. “Baseball. No wise cracks, mister.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it. Bedroom, Jon. Strip and get on the bed. Where are your toys?” Brian stepped back, letting Jon go.
“Closet,” Jon said as they entered his bedroom. He did as Brian instructed, spreading out on the bed once he had stripped. He watched as Brian found the box of toys in his closet, shifting a little anxiously in anticipation.
“I like the silk rope,” Brian said, approaching the bed with said rope. He also had Jon’s remote-control butt plug and one of his cock-rings in hand. Jon tried not to squirm too much as Brian expertly tied his hands to the bed, dropping a kiss on his lips once he was done.
“Glad you approve,” Jon said. “Fuck me now, please?”
“Not yet,” Brian said, and Jon groaned as he started stroking his cock. “I said that we had to work on your patience, remember?”
Jon’s hips jerked involuntarily. “Oh god,” he moaned. “I knew you were an evil genius.”
Brian just smirked, slipping the cock-ring on him and stepping off the bed to admire the way he looked. “Very nice, Jonathan.” Slowly he took off his jacket and loosened his tie, taking his time undressing. Jon watched, mesmerized, as Brian stripped, licking his lips unconsciously.
“God, you look good,” Jon said as Brian walked back over to the bed. He sat next to Jon, lazily reaching over and stroking his cock. “Still evil, though,” he gasped.
“Where are your lube and condoms?”
“Nightstand. Planning on fucking me finally?”
“Patience, Jonathan.”
“Oh good god, you’re going to kill me.”
“That would be counter-productive.” Brian gave him a decidedly wicked smile as he took the lube out of the nightstand. He watched, interested, as the other man carefully slicked up his fingers and then groaned when he felt one pressing inside of him.
“Fuck, yes, more,” Jon panted, hips jerking.
“Like this?” Brian asked calmly, adding another finger to stretch him, and Jon would have been thinking yet again how evil he was if he would have been able to form the thought. As it was, he could only manage profanity and a desperate plea for more. “A little louder, Jon,” Brian murmured. “Beg.”
“Oh fuck,” Jon gasped, throwing his head back. “Please, Brian, fuck me!”
“I will,” Brian promised. “But first, I want to play with this.” He held up the vibrating butt-plug, lubricating it liberally in front of Jon’s eyes. Jon moaned loudly as Brian pressed it inside of him, and cried out even louder when he turned it on.
“Jesus Christ, Brian,” Jon choked out, the vibrations strong enough to be frustrating but not much else. “Please, more, something—I need—” Jon cried out again—this time in frustration—when Brian turned the vibrator off. “Brian—I—”
“No more talking,” Brian said, interrupting him. “I know what you want.” Jon bit his lip to keep from cursing as Brian straddled him, pinning his hips so he couldn’t move them. “And you’ll get it. But you have to be good. Understood?”
Jon nodded quickly, eagerly, and Brian smiled. “Good.” He turned the vibrator back on, and it took effort, but Jon managed to not cry out. He was pretty sure that if it was possible to die of arousal, he was on the edge of doing so.
Brian leaned forward, kissing him fiercely, and Jon kissed back in kind. He let out a soft groan as he felt Brian’s mouth trail down his jaw, neck, and chest. The plug’s vibrations combined with the feeling of Brian trailing kisses along his chest and then, without warning, biting down lightly, were enough to make Jon feel like he was going insane with desire. He whimpered, trying to shift his hips, aiming for friction—something, anything.
“How’re you feeling, Jon?”
“Please, Brian, please, just fuck me,” he moaned, which got louder when he felt Brian bite down yet again. He knew what Brian was doing—marking him—and that just turned him on even further.
Suddenly the vibrations stopped, and he felt Brian remove the plug. “I’m taking off the cock-ring now too,” he said, voice low, “but you are not to come until I say, Jonathan.”
Jon shivered at the tone, saying, “Yes, sir.”
“Excellent.”
And then he felt it—Brian’s slick cock pressing slowly inside him, stretching him, filling him, and oh fuck, it felt amazing. “God yes,” he groaned, moaning incoherently when Brian’s cock first brushed his prostate. “I—god—”
It felt like every nerve in his body was on fire with Brian’s first forceful thrust. He was so hard he ached, cock straining as Brian fucked him hard, and Jon desperately thought of every unsexy thing he could think of, trying to delay coming. He wasn’t allowed, not until Brian said. “Brian,” he whimpered, throwing his head back as the man’s thrusts got harder and faster.
“Jon,” Brian gasped, and he felt the man’s hand circling his erection, “come for me.”
Jon felt Brian’s hand wrap around his cock, stroking him in tandem with his powerful thrusts, and then there was a mouth on his neck, sucking, kissing, and biting just right: “Oh fuck!” Jon yelled, coming harder than he had in months, fireworks exploding behind his eyelids, and feeling like he might black out from the exertion.
He rode his orgasm out, only distantly aware of Brian groaning something into his neck and coming. He felt like his brain had either imploded or melted and dribbled out of his ears.
“Mmm,” he murmured, breathing hard.
Brian, for his part, managed not to collapse directly on Jon—not that he would have noticed—and after catching his breath for a few seconds reached up to untie Jon’s hands. “Did that exceed your expectations too?” Brian asked, kissing him again.
“I...am never moving again,” Jon declared, still panting.
Brian chuckled. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
* * *
Jon yawned and stretched as he woke up, immediately struck by two thoughts: one, he felt sore, but it was most definitely the kind of sore that he had missed; two, the scents of coffee and eggs cooking were wafting in from the kitchen, and that was worth getting up for.
Climbing out of bed, he pulled on a pair of boxers before heading into the kitchen. Brian was in the process of making an omelet—a second one, apparently, since there was one on a plate next to it—and looked up as Jon sat down at his kitchen table. “Good morning,” he said, and set the finished omelet and a mug of fresh coffee in front of him.
“You are a godsend,” Jon decided, drinking gratefully from the mug. He picked up his fork, taking a bite of the omelet. “Yeah,” he said, after a moment. “Definitely a godsend.”
Brian chuckled. “Glad you think so.” Once he finished making his breakfast, he sat down at the table with Jon. “I take it you like it?”
“It’s great, Brian. Thank you.”
“No problem.”
“What time did you get up?”
“About an hour before you.”
“Damn.” Jon shook his head, glancing at the clock. “When do you have to be in to work?”
“Not for a little while yet. You?”
“Same.”
“After we finish breakfast, we should jump in the shower.”
Jon grinned. “Together?”
“Of course.”
* * *
Showering with another person was fun, but it definitely didn’t save time. By the time they finally managed to get out of the shower, they had to start getting ready for work. Jon headed over to his dresser but paused in front of his mirror, looking at his reflection. His eyes were drawn to the marks that Brian had left the night before: two on his chest and one on his neck. Almost hesitantly, he touched them in turn, feeling a shiver run down his spine. This was new for him. Tracey had never marked him like this.
Suddenly Brian appeared in the mirror behind him, and he started, giving Brian a little glare as he wrapped his arm around Jon’s waist. The other man simply chuckled, using his free hand to trail up his chest, stopping for a couple seconds to touch each mark. Once he got to the one on his neck, he kissed it. “Don’t cover it,” he told him.
“I won’t,” Jon managed, mouth feeling dry. He couldn’t help but gasp and close his eyes when he felt Brian kiss the mark on his neck again.
“If someone asks about it, tell them who marked you,” Brian instructed.
“I will,” Jon promised.
Brian smiled, turning Jon around in his hold. He kissed him and then said, “Tonight I want to cook you dinner at my place.”
“Sounds promising,” Jon said. “What time?”
“Eight-thirty. Don’t be late.”
Jon nodded. “I won’t.”
Fandom: Fake News (RPF)
Rating: NC-17 for this part.
Pairing: Brian/Jon and others.
Warning: AU; BDSM.
Summary: In a universe where people are primarily defined by position—whether they are dominant, a switch, or submissive—Jon and others struggle to deal with dating, prejudice, and the drama that comes from not fitting neatly inside society’s narrowly-defined idea of how things should be.
Word Count: 2,188 for this part.
Disclaimer: All copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. This work is not created for profit and constitutes fair use. References to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
A/N: See masterpost for full header, author’s notes, and thanks.
Jon looked at himself in the mirror for what was probably the millionth time that night. He hated dating. He’d never been good at it, always feeling awkward and out of place. The fact that he was going on a date with Brian Williams, Stepford Dom Extraordinaire, only served to exacerbate that feeling.
He knew that was an unfair characterization of Brian the second after he thought it. Brian was a good guy, and knew him well; he wasn’t going to expect him to be arm candy or a housesub. This date would be good for him, even if it didn’t lead to anything more.
A knock on his door pulled him out of his thoughts, and after giving his reflection one last glance, he walked over to answer the door. “Hey, Brian,” he said warmly. The other man looked good, but it wasn’t like that was anything new.
“Jon,” Brian said, and Jon moved back to let him in.
“Let me grab my coat, and we can go,” he said.
“Sounds good.” Brian gave him a reassuring smile, and Jon realized how obvious he was being.
“You look good, Jon.”
“Thanks,” Jon said, putting on his coat. He fought the embarrassed blush that threatened to rise on his cheeks, saying, “You look good too.”
Brian smiled. “Thanks. “
“Right. I’m ready.”
“Okay. Let’s go.”
By the time that dessert rolled around, Jon was mentally berating himself for being so nervous and apprehensive. The date was so far a roaring success, and that shouldn’t have been a surprise. After all, Brian was interesting, intelligent, witty, kind—why had he been expecting a disaster?
“You look relieved,” Brian noted after ordering their desserts, and Jon once again realized how obvious he must be.
“I am,” Jon admitted sheepishly. “Sorry. The last date I went on...did not go well.” He shook his head. “I guess I was bracing myself for the same. Stupid, I know, but I somehow couldn’t help it.”
“Well, I’m glad I exceeded your expectations,” Brian said, amused.
“So am I,” Jon said, grinning. “You’re an even better date than you are an interview.”
Brian laughed. “High praise indeed, coming from you,” he said. The waiter brought them their desserts then, and Jon found himself more interested in watching Brian eat his than eating his own. There was something about the way the man ate chocolate that was mesmerizing. “Am I that fascinating?” he asked dryly, jerking Jon out of his reverie.
“My mind drifted to another type of dessert,” Jon said, grinning.
“Did it?” Brian asked, raising an eyebrow. He looked amused. “I’m not surprised. You seem like you need a little discipline to stay focused.”
Jon licked his lips. Considering what the look in Brian’s eyes was doing to him, he was convinced they couldn’t get out of here fast enough.
Jon couldn’t deny that it felt good when Brian pressed him up against the wall of the elevator of his building, pinning his wrists above his head. He grinned at Brian, asking, “Aren’t you being a little presumptuous?”
“Maybe a little,” Brian said, smirking.
“You’re clearly assuming I put out on the first date,” Jon said, tsking.
“My apologies; I should have asked.” Brian leaned in, murmuring in Jon’s ear, “Do you put out on the first date, Jonathan?”
“Of course,” Jon said, shivering at the way Brian said his name. “I just didn’t want you to assume.”
Brian chuckled, stepping back and letting Jon free as the elevator reached the correct floor and the doors opened.
“Let’s go,” Jon added, leading the way to his apartment.
Once inside, Jon found himself pinned once again, a situation he did not mind in the least.
“Tell me, Jonathan,” Brian started, “when was the last time you were properly tied up and made to beg?”
Jon felt his mouth go dry. “It’s been awhile,” he managed.
“I guess we’ll have to fix that.” Brian kissed him then, deeply, and Jon responded enthusiastically. He wriggled in Brian’s grasp, trying to move closer, until Brian broke their kiss. “Someone’s impatient,” he noted, smirking.
“Can you blame me?”
“I think we’ll have to work on that too.” Brian looked him in the eyes. “What’s your safeword?”
Jon swallowed. “Baseball. No wise cracks, mister.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it. Bedroom, Jon. Strip and get on the bed. Where are your toys?” Brian stepped back, letting Jon go.
“Closet,” Jon said as they entered his bedroom. He did as Brian instructed, spreading out on the bed once he had stripped. He watched as Brian found the box of toys in his closet, shifting a little anxiously in anticipation.
“I like the silk rope,” Brian said, approaching the bed with said rope. He also had Jon’s remote-control butt plug and one of his cock-rings in hand. Jon tried not to squirm too much as Brian expertly tied his hands to the bed, dropping a kiss on his lips once he was done.
“Glad you approve,” Jon said. “Fuck me now, please?”
“Not yet,” Brian said, and Jon groaned as he started stroking his cock. “I said that we had to work on your patience, remember?”
Jon’s hips jerked involuntarily. “Oh god,” he moaned. “I knew you were an evil genius.”
Brian just smirked, slipping the cock-ring on him and stepping off the bed to admire the way he looked. “Very nice, Jonathan.” Slowly he took off his jacket and loosened his tie, taking his time undressing. Jon watched, mesmerized, as Brian stripped, licking his lips unconsciously.
“God, you look good,” Jon said as Brian walked back over to the bed. He sat next to Jon, lazily reaching over and stroking his cock. “Still evil, though,” he gasped.
“Where are your lube and condoms?”
“Nightstand. Planning on fucking me finally?”
“Patience, Jonathan.”
“Oh good god, you’re going to kill me.”
“That would be counter-productive.” Brian gave him a decidedly wicked smile as he took the lube out of the nightstand. He watched, interested, as the other man carefully slicked up his fingers and then groaned when he felt one pressing inside of him.
“Fuck, yes, more,” Jon panted, hips jerking.
“Like this?” Brian asked calmly, adding another finger to stretch him, and Jon would have been thinking yet again how evil he was if he would have been able to form the thought. As it was, he could only manage profanity and a desperate plea for more. “A little louder, Jon,” Brian murmured. “Beg.”
“Oh fuck,” Jon gasped, throwing his head back. “Please, Brian, fuck me!”
“I will,” Brian promised. “But first, I want to play with this.” He held up the vibrating butt-plug, lubricating it liberally in front of Jon’s eyes. Jon moaned loudly as Brian pressed it inside of him, and cried out even louder when he turned it on.
“Jesus Christ, Brian,” Jon choked out, the vibrations strong enough to be frustrating but not much else. “Please, more, something—I need—” Jon cried out again—this time in frustration—when Brian turned the vibrator off. “Brian—I—”
“No more talking,” Brian said, interrupting him. “I know what you want.” Jon bit his lip to keep from cursing as Brian straddled him, pinning his hips so he couldn’t move them. “And you’ll get it. But you have to be good. Understood?”
Jon nodded quickly, eagerly, and Brian smiled. “Good.” He turned the vibrator back on, and it took effort, but Jon managed to not cry out. He was pretty sure that if it was possible to die of arousal, he was on the edge of doing so.
Brian leaned forward, kissing him fiercely, and Jon kissed back in kind. He let out a soft groan as he felt Brian’s mouth trail down his jaw, neck, and chest. The plug’s vibrations combined with the feeling of Brian trailing kisses along his chest and then, without warning, biting down lightly, were enough to make Jon feel like he was going insane with desire. He whimpered, trying to shift his hips, aiming for friction—something, anything.
“How’re you feeling, Jon?”
“Please, Brian, please, just fuck me,” he moaned, which got louder when he felt Brian bite down yet again. He knew what Brian was doing—marking him—and that just turned him on even further.
Suddenly the vibrations stopped, and he felt Brian remove the plug. “I’m taking off the cock-ring now too,” he said, voice low, “but you are not to come until I say, Jonathan.”
Jon shivered at the tone, saying, “Yes, sir.”
“Excellent.”
And then he felt it—Brian’s slick cock pressing slowly inside him, stretching him, filling him, and oh fuck, it felt amazing. “God yes,” he groaned, moaning incoherently when Brian’s cock first brushed his prostate. “I—god—”
It felt like every nerve in his body was on fire with Brian’s first forceful thrust. He was so hard he ached, cock straining as Brian fucked him hard, and Jon desperately thought of every unsexy thing he could think of, trying to delay coming. He wasn’t allowed, not until Brian said. “Brian,” he whimpered, throwing his head back as the man’s thrusts got harder and faster.
“Jon,” Brian gasped, and he felt the man’s hand circling his erection, “come for me.”
Jon felt Brian’s hand wrap around his cock, stroking him in tandem with his powerful thrusts, and then there was a mouth on his neck, sucking, kissing, and biting just right: “Oh fuck!” Jon yelled, coming harder than he had in months, fireworks exploding behind his eyelids, and feeling like he might black out from the exertion.
He rode his orgasm out, only distantly aware of Brian groaning something into his neck and coming. He felt like his brain had either imploded or melted and dribbled out of his ears.
“Mmm,” he murmured, breathing hard.
Brian, for his part, managed not to collapse directly on Jon—not that he would have noticed—and after catching his breath for a few seconds reached up to untie Jon’s hands. “Did that exceed your expectations too?” Brian asked, kissing him again.
“I...am never moving again,” Jon declared, still panting.
Brian chuckled. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
Jon yawned and stretched as he woke up, immediately struck by two thoughts: one, he felt sore, but it was most definitely the kind of sore that he had missed; two, the scents of coffee and eggs cooking were wafting in from the kitchen, and that was worth getting up for.
Climbing out of bed, he pulled on a pair of boxers before heading into the kitchen. Brian was in the process of making an omelet—a second one, apparently, since there was one on a plate next to it—and looked up as Jon sat down at his kitchen table. “Good morning,” he said, and set the finished omelet and a mug of fresh coffee in front of him.
“You are a godsend,” Jon decided, drinking gratefully from the mug. He picked up his fork, taking a bite of the omelet. “Yeah,” he said, after a moment. “Definitely a godsend.”
Brian chuckled. “Glad you think so.” Once he finished making his breakfast, he sat down at the table with Jon. “I take it you like it?”
“It’s great, Brian. Thank you.”
“No problem.”
“What time did you get up?”
“About an hour before you.”
“Damn.” Jon shook his head, glancing at the clock. “When do you have to be in to work?”
“Not for a little while yet. You?”
“Same.”
“After we finish breakfast, we should jump in the shower.”
Jon grinned. “Together?”
“Of course.”
Showering with another person was fun, but it definitely didn’t save time. By the time they finally managed to get out of the shower, they had to start getting ready for work. Jon headed over to his dresser but paused in front of his mirror, looking at his reflection. His eyes were drawn to the marks that Brian had left the night before: two on his chest and one on his neck. Almost hesitantly, he touched them in turn, feeling a shiver run down his spine. This was new for him. Tracey had never marked him like this.
Suddenly Brian appeared in the mirror behind him, and he started, giving Brian a little glare as he wrapped his arm around Jon’s waist. The other man simply chuckled, using his free hand to trail up his chest, stopping for a couple seconds to touch each mark. Once he got to the one on his neck, he kissed it. “Don’t cover it,” he told him.
“I won’t,” Jon managed, mouth feeling dry. He couldn’t help but gasp and close his eyes when he felt Brian kiss the mark on his neck again.
“If someone asks about it, tell them who marked you,” Brian instructed.
“I will,” Jon promised.
Brian smiled, turning Jon around in his hold. He kissed him and then said, “Tonight I want to cook you dinner at my place.”
“Sounds promising,” Jon said. “What time?”
“Eight-thirty. Don’t be late.”
Jon nodded. “I won’t.”