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Fake News (RPF) | The Way Things Need To Be | PG-13 | Brian/Jon (3/10)
Title: The Way Things Need To Be (3/10)
Fandom: Fake News (RPF)
Rating: PG-13 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: 1,905 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.
Stephen was on the phone when Allison brought the four new interns in to meet him; he smiled apologetically at her and held up the generally-recognized hand gesture for ‘one minute’. “Thanks,” he said into the phone. “I’ll talk to you then. Bye.” He hung up. “Sorry about that,” Stephen said to Allison and the interns. “I’m Stephen. Kate, Derek, Jeremy, and Melissa, right?”
Kate, Jeremy, and Melissa all nodded, smiling. Derek’s gaze, however, was simply incredulous; Stephen noticed that he appeared to be staring at his torque. “You’re a sub?” he asked, tone clearly a mixture of disbelief and disdain.
Stephen raised an eyebrow, frowning. “Yes, I am,” he said. “It’s not a secret. I wear my collar on air.”
Derek made an exasperated noise. “I thought that was joke,” he said, shaking his head. “This is ridiculous,” he scoffed, looking at Allison. “You’re a dom too, right? How can you work for him? It isn’t right.”
Allison was glaring dangerously at Derek, so Stephen felt it prudent to speak up. “Well, considering the show has managed to survive this long, I guess I’m not totally incompetent. Now—”
Derek just gave him an unimpressed look. “It’s still not right,” he interrupted. “Doms shouldn’t work for subs. It isn’t natural. Who do you think you are, telling people what to do? Telling doms what to do? You should—”
“That’s it,” Allison snapped, and Stephen involuntarily winced at that tone, even though it wasn’t aimed at him—he recognized it as her ‘you are in so much trouble’ tone. Evie had one eerily like it. “Stephen is one of the smartest, funniest, respectable, and most hard-working people I know. He is an excellent boss, and you will give him the respect he deserves. Being a jackass will not be tolerated, not here.”
Derek appeared surprised by her vehement outburst, and fell silent. Stephen smirked. Trust Allison to be able to dom a dom. “Thank you for that, Allison,” Stephen said, giving her a grateful smile. He turned a frown on Derek. “Look, kid,” he said, “you have a lot to learn. But for now, keep your bigoted opinions to yourself or feel free to get the hell out of my studio.”
Derek looked between Stephen, who was looking at him steadily, and Allison, who was still glaring fiercely, and didn’t say anything. Stephen took that as an agreement and nodded. “Good. Now we can move on to more pleasant topics.”
* * *
Jon ran into Sam on his way into his office, and the second she saw his neck she gave him a grin-slash-smirk. “Someone got laid last night,” she teased. “Who’s the lucky dom?”
Jon grinned back. “Brian,” he said. “We went out last night. It went well.”
“Looks like it,” she said approvingly. “Good for you.” She smiled. “I have something for you to look at, by the way. And have you seen my wayward husband anywhere?”
“All right. Set it on my desk—actually, better yet, just hand it to me when I see you next. I don’t want to risk losing it. And no, I haven’t, sorry.”
“I’m seriously considering a leash at this point,” she muttered. “I’ll get it to you as soon as I find Jason. He’s got to finish his part first. Bye, Jon.”
Jon laughed. “I guess I’ll know what happened if I see him tethered to his desk sometime in the near future. See you, Sam.” He kept chuckling to himself as he walked into his office, amused.
He was entirely unsurprised when the phone rang not five minutes after he sat down. Picking up the phone, he said, amused, “Your timing is getting creepy, Stephen.”
“You’re just in awe of my awesome power.”
“You’re delusional.”
“Normally I would resent such an accusation and spend a few minutes arguing about it with you, but right now I want details. Spill, mister. Leave nothing out.”
“You are the gossipiest person I know—dom or sub—and that’s saying something, Stephen,” Jon said, rolling his eyes.
“I’m honored to accept that title,” Stephen said. “Now what happened? How’d it go?”
“It went great,” Jon said honestly. “He’s making me dinner tonight at his place.”
“How was the sex?”
“How do you know we had sex?”
“Honestly? I’m kind of surprised the two of you never broke down during an interview and fucked on your desk, Jon. I figure after a date it would be even harder to resist.”
“...you did not just say that.”
“Hey. I’m hardly the only one who thought it.” Jon rolled his eyes at that. “So how was the sex?”
“The sex was phenomenal,” Jon said, smirking at the thought. “Is that surprising? Brian is practically the Model Dom they always used in those cheesy and oh-so-informative films in high school.”
Stephen laughed. “True, true. You should tell him that. Maybe he could make a little extra cash on the side if they ever re-make them.”
“Are you kidding? They’ve had those films for thirty years. I think they’re determined to never give them up.”
“You never know. So am I missing anything? Date was good, sex was good, morning after?”
“Very good. He made me breakfast.” Jon paused before adding, “He marked me last night. One of them is on my neck. I’m not allowed to cover it up.”
“Do you want to cover it up?”
Jon didn’t say anything for a moment. “You know what, Stephen? I really don’t.”
He could practically hear Stephen’s grin through the phone. “Sounds like it was definitely a success, then.”
“Yeah, it was. I like him. I think this might go somewhere.”
“I’m happy for you, Jon.” One of the things Jon loved about Stephen was that he always truly meant it when he said that.
“Thanks, Stephen.”
“No problem.” There was something about his tone that intrigued Jon. It felt like he was holding something back.
“Is there something else you wanted to talk about?”
“Do you ever think you shouldn’t be working? That you should be at home with your kids?” Stephen asked suddenly, and, Jon felt, without a proper sequitur.
He definitely hadn’t been expecting that. “A couple times, I guess, but I like my job. I don’t think I’d make a good housesub. Why?”
“No reason, really. Just curious.” Jon didn’t quite buy that as an explanation, but he figured that Stephen would tell him what was bothering him when he wanted to. “I guess I should let you get back to work now.”
“Don’t you have work to do too?”
“Yeah, and I’d better get it done before lunch time. Evie recruited Allison to make sure I eat when I’m supposed to.”
“You have a supplemental dom at work now? Nice, Stephen.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Bye, Jon.”
“Bye, Stephen.” Jon hung up. He smiled at the phone, shaking his head.
* * *
Stephen looked up when Derek walked into his office. “You wanted to see me?” he asked, looking like the very question pained him.
“Yeah. I need you to make copies of these,” Stephen said, handing him a stack of papers. “If you need someone to show you how to use the—”
“I can work a copy machine,” Derek said, rolling his eyes. He took the proffered set of papers.
“Good.” Stephen hesitated. “Listen, about earlier—”
“Wouldn’t you rather wait to have this conversation until your dom is free to protect you?” Derek interrupted.
Stephen narrowed his eyes. “I was going to suggest we got off on the wrong foot, but obviously that’s giving you too much credit. First of all, Allison isn’t my dom. She’s my friend. Second, I’m not incapable of standing up for myself. Just because I’m a sub doesn’t mean I’m going to let you or anyone else walk all over me.”
Derek smirked. “Right. You’re the boss and no one walks all over you. Your so-called friend and employee doms you right and left, but you’re the boss. Does your actual dom know how much time you spend bending over for her?”
“If you think you’re the least bit intimidating, you’re wrong. Even you deferred to Allison, and Evie is at least twice as formidable.” Stephen raised an eyebrow at him, challenging.
Derek scowled. “Why don’t you go back home to your kids where you belong? You have no business trying to be in charge—subs listen and obey. They aren’t supposed to give orders. You’re just trying to fight your natural instincts, and it’s obvious with the way you act with that other dom.”
“Now you’re just boring. This is nothing I haven’t heard before.” Stephen looked back down at the script on his desk. “I need those copies soon. Hurry up.”
“Whatever.”
Stephen didn’t look up until Derek had left the room. He refused to let the housesub comments bother him; he had enough doubts about that as it was and he wasn’t letting some bigoted intern add fuel to the fire. The comments about his and Allison’s behavior, though, were a little more worrying. They joked about her domming him all the time. Was it more serious than he’d been treating it?
He shook his head at himself. Why was he letting this stupid kid get to him?
* * *
Jon groaned as Brian pulled out, panting heavily. “You’re going to kill me,” he said, as Brian untied his hands. He flexed his wrists, pulling off the strap around his stomach before rolling onto his back.
Brian chuckled. “Is that a fact?” he asked, leaning over and kissing him.
“It is,” Jon said, smiling when Brian draped an arm around his waist. He shifted onto his side, facing him.
“I’ll have to be careful, then,” Brian said. “Of course, I do love seeing you with your hands tied behind your back. I think next time I may have to leave you like that for a little while.”
Jon liked that particular thought. “Want to make things easy on yourself, huh?”
“It’d definitely be much more convenient, having you tied up and ready to go,” Brian said, trailing a hand along Jon’s bare back. He leaned in to kiss him again, and then ducked his head to kiss the mark on Jon’s neck. Jon shivered then, and Brian added, “You like that I marked you?”
“Yeah,” Jon said. He smiled at Brian. “I like showing it off, too.”
Brian smiled back. “Good,” he said, kissing him again. “I like the way it looks on you.”
“I agree, but I think the dom who does my make-up has a bone to pick with you,” Jon said, amused. “She wasn’t happy when I said it couldn’t be covered up.”
“Well, I think I can defend myself,” Brian said, touching one of the marks on Jon’s chest idly. “After all, who could resist marking you if they had the chance?”
“I guess we could find out, but that would involve giving other people the chance.” Jon grinned when Brain’s grip around him got tighter.
“I don’t think so,” he said, voice low. “I’m a little more traditional than some. I only ever have one sub at a time, and my sub only has one dom—me.”
“Good thing I only want one dom, then,” Jon said.
Brian kissed him deeply then, murmuring, “Mine,” once he pulled away.
“Yours,” Jon agreed, shivering again. This was something he could get used to.
Fandom: Fake News (RPF)
Rating: PG-13 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: 1,905 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.
Stephen was on the phone when Allison brought the four new interns in to meet him; he smiled apologetically at her and held up the generally-recognized hand gesture for ‘one minute’. “Thanks,” he said into the phone. “I’ll talk to you then. Bye.” He hung up. “Sorry about that,” Stephen said to Allison and the interns. “I’m Stephen. Kate, Derek, Jeremy, and Melissa, right?”
Kate, Jeremy, and Melissa all nodded, smiling. Derek’s gaze, however, was simply incredulous; Stephen noticed that he appeared to be staring at his torque. “You’re a sub?” he asked, tone clearly a mixture of disbelief and disdain.
Stephen raised an eyebrow, frowning. “Yes, I am,” he said. “It’s not a secret. I wear my collar on air.”
Derek made an exasperated noise. “I thought that was joke,” he said, shaking his head. “This is ridiculous,” he scoffed, looking at Allison. “You’re a dom too, right? How can you work for him? It isn’t right.”
Allison was glaring dangerously at Derek, so Stephen felt it prudent to speak up. “Well, considering the show has managed to survive this long, I guess I’m not totally incompetent. Now—”
Derek just gave him an unimpressed look. “It’s still not right,” he interrupted. “Doms shouldn’t work for subs. It isn’t natural. Who do you think you are, telling people what to do? Telling doms what to do? You should—”
“That’s it,” Allison snapped, and Stephen involuntarily winced at that tone, even though it wasn’t aimed at him—he recognized it as her ‘you are in so much trouble’ tone. Evie had one eerily like it. “Stephen is one of the smartest, funniest, respectable, and most hard-working people I know. He is an excellent boss, and you will give him the respect he deserves. Being a jackass will not be tolerated, not here.”
Derek appeared surprised by her vehement outburst, and fell silent. Stephen smirked. Trust Allison to be able to dom a dom. “Thank you for that, Allison,” Stephen said, giving her a grateful smile. He turned a frown on Derek. “Look, kid,” he said, “you have a lot to learn. But for now, keep your bigoted opinions to yourself or feel free to get the hell out of my studio.”
Derek looked between Stephen, who was looking at him steadily, and Allison, who was still glaring fiercely, and didn’t say anything. Stephen took that as an agreement and nodded. “Good. Now we can move on to more pleasant topics.”
Jon ran into Sam on his way into his office, and the second she saw his neck she gave him a grin-slash-smirk. “Someone got laid last night,” she teased. “Who’s the lucky dom?”
Jon grinned back. “Brian,” he said. “We went out last night. It went well.”
“Looks like it,” she said approvingly. “Good for you.” She smiled. “I have something for you to look at, by the way. And have you seen my wayward husband anywhere?”
“All right. Set it on my desk—actually, better yet, just hand it to me when I see you next. I don’t want to risk losing it. And no, I haven’t, sorry.”
“I’m seriously considering a leash at this point,” she muttered. “I’ll get it to you as soon as I find Jason. He’s got to finish his part first. Bye, Jon.”
Jon laughed. “I guess I’ll know what happened if I see him tethered to his desk sometime in the near future. See you, Sam.” He kept chuckling to himself as he walked into his office, amused.
He was entirely unsurprised when the phone rang not five minutes after he sat down. Picking up the phone, he said, amused, “Your timing is getting creepy, Stephen.”
“You’re just in awe of my awesome power.”
“You’re delusional.”
“Normally I would resent such an accusation and spend a few minutes arguing about it with you, but right now I want details. Spill, mister. Leave nothing out.”
“You are the gossipiest person I know—dom or sub—and that’s saying something, Stephen,” Jon said, rolling his eyes.
“I’m honored to accept that title,” Stephen said. “Now what happened? How’d it go?”
“It went great,” Jon said honestly. “He’s making me dinner tonight at his place.”
“How was the sex?”
“How do you know we had sex?”
“Honestly? I’m kind of surprised the two of you never broke down during an interview and fucked on your desk, Jon. I figure after a date it would be even harder to resist.”
“...you did not just say that.”
“Hey. I’m hardly the only one who thought it.” Jon rolled his eyes at that. “So how was the sex?”
“The sex was phenomenal,” Jon said, smirking at the thought. “Is that surprising? Brian is practically the Model Dom they always used in those cheesy and oh-so-informative films in high school.”
Stephen laughed. “True, true. You should tell him that. Maybe he could make a little extra cash on the side if they ever re-make them.”
“Are you kidding? They’ve had those films for thirty years. I think they’re determined to never give them up.”
“You never know. So am I missing anything? Date was good, sex was good, morning after?”
“Very good. He made me breakfast.” Jon paused before adding, “He marked me last night. One of them is on my neck. I’m not allowed to cover it up.”
“Do you want to cover it up?”
Jon didn’t say anything for a moment. “You know what, Stephen? I really don’t.”
He could practically hear Stephen’s grin through the phone. “Sounds like it was definitely a success, then.”
“Yeah, it was. I like him. I think this might go somewhere.”
“I’m happy for you, Jon.” One of the things Jon loved about Stephen was that he always truly meant it when he said that.
“Thanks, Stephen.”
“No problem.” There was something about his tone that intrigued Jon. It felt like he was holding something back.
“Is there something else you wanted to talk about?”
“Do you ever think you shouldn’t be working? That you should be at home with your kids?” Stephen asked suddenly, and, Jon felt, without a proper sequitur.
He definitely hadn’t been expecting that. “A couple times, I guess, but I like my job. I don’t think I’d make a good housesub. Why?”
“No reason, really. Just curious.” Jon didn’t quite buy that as an explanation, but he figured that Stephen would tell him what was bothering him when he wanted to. “I guess I should let you get back to work now.”
“Don’t you have work to do too?”
“Yeah, and I’d better get it done before lunch time. Evie recruited Allison to make sure I eat when I’m supposed to.”
“You have a supplemental dom at work now? Nice, Stephen.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Bye, Jon.”
“Bye, Stephen.” Jon hung up. He smiled at the phone, shaking his head.
Stephen looked up when Derek walked into his office. “You wanted to see me?” he asked, looking like the very question pained him.
“Yeah. I need you to make copies of these,” Stephen said, handing him a stack of papers. “If you need someone to show you how to use the—”
“I can work a copy machine,” Derek said, rolling his eyes. He took the proffered set of papers.
“Good.” Stephen hesitated. “Listen, about earlier—”
“Wouldn’t you rather wait to have this conversation until your dom is free to protect you?” Derek interrupted.
Stephen narrowed his eyes. “I was going to suggest we got off on the wrong foot, but obviously that’s giving you too much credit. First of all, Allison isn’t my dom. She’s my friend. Second, I’m not incapable of standing up for myself. Just because I’m a sub doesn’t mean I’m going to let you or anyone else walk all over me.”
Derek smirked. “Right. You’re the boss and no one walks all over you. Your so-called friend and employee doms you right and left, but you’re the boss. Does your actual dom know how much time you spend bending over for her?”
“If you think you’re the least bit intimidating, you’re wrong. Even you deferred to Allison, and Evie is at least twice as formidable.” Stephen raised an eyebrow at him, challenging.
Derek scowled. “Why don’t you go back home to your kids where you belong? You have no business trying to be in charge—subs listen and obey. They aren’t supposed to give orders. You’re just trying to fight your natural instincts, and it’s obvious with the way you act with that other dom.”
“Now you’re just boring. This is nothing I haven’t heard before.” Stephen looked back down at the script on his desk. “I need those copies soon. Hurry up.”
“Whatever.”
Stephen didn’t look up until Derek had left the room. He refused to let the housesub comments bother him; he had enough doubts about that as it was and he wasn’t letting some bigoted intern add fuel to the fire. The comments about his and Allison’s behavior, though, were a little more worrying. They joked about her domming him all the time. Was it more serious than he’d been treating it?
He shook his head at himself. Why was he letting this stupid kid get to him?
Jon groaned as Brian pulled out, panting heavily. “You’re going to kill me,” he said, as Brian untied his hands. He flexed his wrists, pulling off the strap around his stomach before rolling onto his back.
Brian chuckled. “Is that a fact?” he asked, leaning over and kissing him.
“It is,” Jon said, smiling when Brian draped an arm around his waist. He shifted onto his side, facing him.
“I’ll have to be careful, then,” Brian said. “Of course, I do love seeing you with your hands tied behind your back. I think next time I may have to leave you like that for a little while.”
Jon liked that particular thought. “Want to make things easy on yourself, huh?”
“It’d definitely be much more convenient, having you tied up and ready to go,” Brian said, trailing a hand along Jon’s bare back. He leaned in to kiss him again, and then ducked his head to kiss the mark on Jon’s neck. Jon shivered then, and Brian added, “You like that I marked you?”
“Yeah,” Jon said. He smiled at Brian. “I like showing it off, too.”
Brian smiled back. “Good,” he said, kissing him again. “I like the way it looks on you.”
“I agree, but I think the dom who does my make-up has a bone to pick with you,” Jon said, amused. “She wasn’t happy when I said it couldn’t be covered up.”
“Well, I think I can defend myself,” Brian said, touching one of the marks on Jon’s chest idly. “After all, who could resist marking you if they had the chance?”
“I guess we could find out, but that would involve giving other people the chance.” Jon grinned when Brain’s grip around him got tighter.
“I don’t think so,” he said, voice low. “I’m a little more traditional than some. I only ever have one sub at a time, and my sub only has one dom—me.”
“Good thing I only want one dom, then,” Jon said.
Brian kissed him deeply then, murmuring, “Mine,” once he pulled away.
“Yours,” Jon agreed, shivering again. This was something he could get used to.