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Fake News (RPF) | The Way Things Need To Be | R | Brian/Jon (4/10)
Title: The Way Things Need To Be (4/10)
Fandom: Fake News (RPF)
Rating: R 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: 1,862 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.
“Here’s a hint, Stephen,” Allison said, walking into the break room, “when you pick someone to avoid, try to not make it your co-executive producer.”
Stephen looked up, knowing his expression was tellingly guilty. He didn’t even bother to deny it. “Yeah,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “That’s probably an important thing to remember.”
“So why have you been avoiding me for the past three days?”
“You’re going to think I’m an idiot.”
“Why would I think that?”
“Because I’m an idiot. Only an idiot would let that stupid kid get to him.”
Allison blinked. “What, something Derek said has you upset? Come on, Stephen. He’s twenty-one. Most of us were douchebags at twenty-one. He probably doesn’t even mean what he’s saying—how can you take it to heart?”
“It wasn’t the regular stuff,” Stephen said. “That I can deal with.” Sort of. “He mentioned that you dom me, pretty much all the time.”
Allison shrugged. “So? We joke about that all the time.”
“He wasn’t joking.”
She frowned. “But we are, right? It’s not serious.” It sounded to Stephen like she was trying to convince herself of that.
“Is it? I mean, Evie recruited you to make sure I eat. No one else.”
“I see you the most. I talk to you the most,” Allison reasoned. “That’s why. She can’t think I’m domming you for real, can she? I mean, wouldn’t she be pissed?”
“I think so,” Stephen said. “I don’t know.”
Allison paused for a minute, looking like she was considering something. “Have I been domming you for real, Stephen? Because if so—it has to stop. It’s not appropriate. Not only are you my boss, but you have a dom. I can’t be interfering all the time.”
“Yeah,” Stephen said. “I think you have been. The thing is? I don’t know if I want you to stop. I’ve gotten used to it. I...like it.”
Allison bit her lip. “I don’t know that I want to stop. But I have to.”
“Yeah,” he said. “I guess so.”
“And you should probably talk to Evie about this.”
Stephen sighed. “I know.”
* * *
Jon tried not to laugh as he walked into the office that Sam and Jason shared. Jason was giving him a very clear ‘this is not funny’ look, but it wasn’t helping—he was handcuffed to his desk. “I thought she was going to go with the leash,” Jon said, unable to keep the amusement out of his voice.
Jason sighed. “She figured this would be harder for me to escape from,” he said. “Tip? Do not avoid your dom when you know you’re in trouble. It doesn’t go over well.”
Jon shook his head, giggling. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Just passing along the tip,” Jason said. Suddenly, he brightened. “Hey! You’re the boss. You could tell her to take the handcuffs off if you wanted.”
“And in what possible universe do you think Sam would do anything but pointedly stare at me until I dropped the subject?”
“Good point.”
“Are you done with that?” Jon asked, pointing to some papers on Jason’s desk. “That’s why I actually came in here. It wasn’t to laugh at you, though I do appreciate the unexpected entertainment.”
“I hope Brian decides to tie you to your desk one day,” Jason muttered. “Then I’ll take pleasure in your humiliation.”
“Keep hoping,” Jon said, grinning.
“It’s been a week now, hasn’t it?”
“Yeah,” Jon said, unable to keep the smile from his face. “It’s been good.”
“I’ve noticed. Everyone around here has noticed.”
Jon smiled to himself, shaking his head. “So are you done?”
“Yeah, I am. I would hand it to you, but I can’t actually reach you.”
“I’ll get it,” Jon said. He picked up the packet of papers before heading for the door. “Bye, Jason.”
Jon chuckled to himself as he left the room, purposely ignoring Jason’s indignant look. He almost ran into Kristen as he walked out, absorbed in the papers as he was. “Ah, sorry,” he said apologetically, then noticed how red her eyes were. It looked like she’d been crying recently. “Hey, are you okay?” he asked, concerned.
“Yeah, of course,” she said, shaking her head, absently running a hand through her hair. “I just, um, I finally came out to my parents, last night. It—it didn’t go well.”
Jon bit his lip. “I’m sorry. Have you talked to Demetri?”
“Yeah. He was...there. I thought if they met him…” She stopped, sighing. “They just don’t understand. They want me to grow out of it and find myself a good dom.”
“If there’s anything I can do, Kristen...”
“I know. Thanks. I’ll be okay, I think. I’ll just focus on my next segment. That should help.”
He gave her a sympathetic smile. “Just know you have someone to talk to, if you need to.”
She nodded, smiling weakly at him.
* * *
“Good,” said Evie, kissing Stephen once he walked in the door. “You can do the dishes. I’m beat.”
Stephen smiled at her, returning her kiss. “How was the parent-teacher conference?”
“Maddie’s been domming her English teacher,” Evie said, shaking her head. “He thinks it’s accidental, but we have to talk to her about it.”
Stephen sighed. “She knows better than to do that. It must be accidental.”
“That’s what I said. We’ll just have to remind her to be more careful,” she said. “How was your day?”
“I have something to talk to you about, actually.”
“Good. I’ve been waiting. Living room?”
He blinked, following her to the living room. “You’ve been waiting?”
“I can always tell when something’s bothering you, Stephen. Now what’s wrong?” They sat down on the couch.
“Well, since we were on the subject of accidental domming…Allison’s been domming me at work.”
“I know.”
“And—wait, what?”
She laughed at his expression. “I said I know. Why do you think I asked her to make sure you eat?”
“You know? And you’re not upset?”
“Look at me,” she said, and he did. “Do you love me?”
“Of course.”
“Do you like wearing my collar?”
“Absolutely.”
“Do you want Allison to collar you?”
“No!” he said, indignant at the thought.
She smiled. “Do you like having someone at work to make sure you don’t overdo it?”
Stephen hesitated. “Well...yeah.”
“Does she like being the one to do that?”
He nodded.
“So what’s the problem? You’re still mine. You’ll always be mine. She’s just there at work.”
“You don’t think it’s inappropriate?”
She shrugged. “It’s a little unorthodox, I’ll admit. I know a lot of doms wouldn’t like it. But we’re already considered unorthodox by a lot of people, since you work and I don’t, so why should we stop now?” She leaned in, giving him a reassuring kiss. “Talk to Allison tomorrow. Tell her what we talked about. Then go back to your normal behavior. And don’t let that new intern bother you.”
He nodded slowly, smiling. “Thanks,” he said. “I really needed that.”
“I know,” she said.
“I’ll go do the dishes now,” he added, standing up. He knew he was lucky, he thought, heading toward the kitchen. Sometimes it still managed to surprise him, though.
* * *
“I think,” announced Brian, as he wandered around Jon’s bedroom, inspecting things, “that I’m going to help you get organized.”
Jon snorted. “Good luck with that,” he said. “I’m pretty sure it’s impossible.”
“We’ll see,” Brian said. “I’m told I can be persuasive.”
“Yeah?” Jon said, raising an eyebrow at him. “I hope certain methods of persuasion will be limited to me.”
“You know they will,” Brian assured him, absently straightening things on Jon’s dresser. He picked up a pair of worn khakis, giving Jon an amused look. “Do you go shopping more than once a decade?”
“Hey, twice a year! It’s like the dentist. About as painful, too.”
Brian laughed. “I can help you with that too,” he said, climbing into Jon’s bed. “We can go shopping this weekend, get you some nicer casual clothes.”
Jon shrugged. “I don’t need new clothes, Brian. Don’t worry about it—you’ll have your hands full enough trying to teach me organizational skills.”
“I’ll multitask,” Brian said, draping an arm around him. “Besides, shopping’s easy. That won’t take long at all.”
“Yeah, but I don’t like shopping,” Jon said. “And I don’t really need to go anyway.”
“It can’t hurt, though,” Brian said. “I think we can find something really nice for you to wear, too. Better than khaki and grey, at least,” he teased.
Jon frowned, pulling away from him. “I said I don’t need new clothes,” he replied. “I meant it. Are you even listening to me?”
Brian gave him a surprised look. “I’m listening,” he said. “I’m just not sure what the big deal is.”
“Nothing, if I were a toddler and couldn’t dress myself,” Jon said. “But I’m not, and I don’t want to be treated like one.”
“How am I treating you like a toddler?” Brian asked, blinking.
“You want to dress me up the way you like,” Jon said. “No matter what I say, apparently.”
“Oh, come on, Jon, give me a little more credit than that,” he said. “I wouldn’t make you wear something you hated. I just want to get you some nicer, better-quality clothes.”
“And I said I don’t need new clothes! Can we drop the subject?”
Brian looked at him levelly. “I’m taking you shopping Saturday,” he said firmly, tone obviously brooking no argument.
Jon narrowed his eyes at Brian. “Great. Now you’re ignoring me. I thought you wouldn’t be a jackass about stuff like this, Brian.”
“I’m not the one being a jackass, Jon,” he said. “You’re overreacting. You’re my sub. If I wanted to, I could dress you any way I pleased. All I want to do is take you shopping and help you pick out new clothes. There’s a big difference.”
“Right, and now you can pat yourself on the back for being so accommodating to your stubborn new sub. I figured you wouldn’t try that kind of bullshit. Obviously I was wrong.”
“That’s it,” Brian said, sitting up. “Over my knee, now.”
Jon looked at him incredulously. “You’re going to spank me because I don’t want new clothes?”
“I’m going to spank you because you’re being a brat for no discernable reason, unless you want to share?”
“Whatever,” Jon said, scoffing. “A sub disagreeing with a dom does not automatically mean the sub is either wrong or being a brat.”
“You’re right, but in this case it does. Now, Jon. Over my knee.”
Jon glared but did as he was told, purposely not reacting as Brian pulled down his boxers and spanked him solidly for at least twenty seconds. When it was over, he got up, moving to the edge of the bed to lie down. He didn’t say anything to Brian.
“I would really like to know why this is such a big deal to you,” Brian said, “but obviously you don’t feel like talking to me right now. Since you’re not going to tell me, we’re going shopping on Saturday.”
Jon didn’t reply.
Fandom: Fake News (RPF)
Rating: R 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: 1,862 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.
“Here’s a hint, Stephen,” Allison said, walking into the break room, “when you pick someone to avoid, try to not make it your co-executive producer.”
Stephen looked up, knowing his expression was tellingly guilty. He didn’t even bother to deny it. “Yeah,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “That’s probably an important thing to remember.”
“So why have you been avoiding me for the past three days?”
“You’re going to think I’m an idiot.”
“Why would I think that?”
“Because I’m an idiot. Only an idiot would let that stupid kid get to him.”
Allison blinked. “What, something Derek said has you upset? Come on, Stephen. He’s twenty-one. Most of us were douchebags at twenty-one. He probably doesn’t even mean what he’s saying—how can you take it to heart?”
“It wasn’t the regular stuff,” Stephen said. “That I can deal with.” Sort of. “He mentioned that you dom me, pretty much all the time.”
Allison shrugged. “So? We joke about that all the time.”
“He wasn’t joking.”
She frowned. “But we are, right? It’s not serious.” It sounded to Stephen like she was trying to convince herself of that.
“Is it? I mean, Evie recruited you to make sure I eat. No one else.”
“I see you the most. I talk to you the most,” Allison reasoned. “That’s why. She can’t think I’m domming you for real, can she? I mean, wouldn’t she be pissed?”
“I think so,” Stephen said. “I don’t know.”
Allison paused for a minute, looking like she was considering something. “Have I been domming you for real, Stephen? Because if so—it has to stop. It’s not appropriate. Not only are you my boss, but you have a dom. I can’t be interfering all the time.”
“Yeah,” Stephen said. “I think you have been. The thing is? I don’t know if I want you to stop. I’ve gotten used to it. I...like it.”
Allison bit her lip. “I don’t know that I want to stop. But I have to.”
“Yeah,” he said. “I guess so.”
“And you should probably talk to Evie about this.”
Stephen sighed. “I know.”
Jon tried not to laugh as he walked into the office that Sam and Jason shared. Jason was giving him a very clear ‘this is not funny’ look, but it wasn’t helping—he was handcuffed to his desk. “I thought she was going to go with the leash,” Jon said, unable to keep the amusement out of his voice.
Jason sighed. “She figured this would be harder for me to escape from,” he said. “Tip? Do not avoid your dom when you know you’re in trouble. It doesn’t go over well.”
Jon shook his head, giggling. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Just passing along the tip,” Jason said. Suddenly, he brightened. “Hey! You’re the boss. You could tell her to take the handcuffs off if you wanted.”
“And in what possible universe do you think Sam would do anything but pointedly stare at me until I dropped the subject?”
“Good point.”
“Are you done with that?” Jon asked, pointing to some papers on Jason’s desk. “That’s why I actually came in here. It wasn’t to laugh at you, though I do appreciate the unexpected entertainment.”
“I hope Brian decides to tie you to your desk one day,” Jason muttered. “Then I’ll take pleasure in your humiliation.”
“Keep hoping,” Jon said, grinning.
“It’s been a week now, hasn’t it?”
“Yeah,” Jon said, unable to keep the smile from his face. “It’s been good.”
“I’ve noticed. Everyone around here has noticed.”
Jon smiled to himself, shaking his head. “So are you done?”
“Yeah, I am. I would hand it to you, but I can’t actually reach you.”
“I’ll get it,” Jon said. He picked up the packet of papers before heading for the door. “Bye, Jason.”
Jon chuckled to himself as he left the room, purposely ignoring Jason’s indignant look. He almost ran into Kristen as he walked out, absorbed in the papers as he was. “Ah, sorry,” he said apologetically, then noticed how red her eyes were. It looked like she’d been crying recently. “Hey, are you okay?” he asked, concerned.
“Yeah, of course,” she said, shaking her head, absently running a hand through her hair. “I just, um, I finally came out to my parents, last night. It—it didn’t go well.”
Jon bit his lip. “I’m sorry. Have you talked to Demetri?”
“Yeah. He was...there. I thought if they met him…” She stopped, sighing. “They just don’t understand. They want me to grow out of it and find myself a good dom.”
“If there’s anything I can do, Kristen...”
“I know. Thanks. I’ll be okay, I think. I’ll just focus on my next segment. That should help.”
He gave her a sympathetic smile. “Just know you have someone to talk to, if you need to.”
She nodded, smiling weakly at him.
“Good,” said Evie, kissing Stephen once he walked in the door. “You can do the dishes. I’m beat.”
Stephen smiled at her, returning her kiss. “How was the parent-teacher conference?”
“Maddie’s been domming her English teacher,” Evie said, shaking her head. “He thinks it’s accidental, but we have to talk to her about it.”
Stephen sighed. “She knows better than to do that. It must be accidental.”
“That’s what I said. We’ll just have to remind her to be more careful,” she said. “How was your day?”
“I have something to talk to you about, actually.”
“Good. I’ve been waiting. Living room?”
He blinked, following her to the living room. “You’ve been waiting?”
“I can always tell when something’s bothering you, Stephen. Now what’s wrong?” They sat down on the couch.
“Well, since we were on the subject of accidental domming…Allison’s been domming me at work.”
“I know.”
“And—wait, what?”
She laughed at his expression. “I said I know. Why do you think I asked her to make sure you eat?”
“You know? And you’re not upset?”
“Look at me,” she said, and he did. “Do you love me?”
“Of course.”
“Do you like wearing my collar?”
“Absolutely.”
“Do you want Allison to collar you?”
“No!” he said, indignant at the thought.
She smiled. “Do you like having someone at work to make sure you don’t overdo it?”
Stephen hesitated. “Well...yeah.”
“Does she like being the one to do that?”
He nodded.
“So what’s the problem? You’re still mine. You’ll always be mine. She’s just there at work.”
“You don’t think it’s inappropriate?”
She shrugged. “It’s a little unorthodox, I’ll admit. I know a lot of doms wouldn’t like it. But we’re already considered unorthodox by a lot of people, since you work and I don’t, so why should we stop now?” She leaned in, giving him a reassuring kiss. “Talk to Allison tomorrow. Tell her what we talked about. Then go back to your normal behavior. And don’t let that new intern bother you.”
He nodded slowly, smiling. “Thanks,” he said. “I really needed that.”
“I know,” she said.
“I’ll go do the dishes now,” he added, standing up. He knew he was lucky, he thought, heading toward the kitchen. Sometimes it still managed to surprise him, though.
“I think,” announced Brian, as he wandered around Jon’s bedroom, inspecting things, “that I’m going to help you get organized.”
Jon snorted. “Good luck with that,” he said. “I’m pretty sure it’s impossible.”
“We’ll see,” Brian said. “I’m told I can be persuasive.”
“Yeah?” Jon said, raising an eyebrow at him. “I hope certain methods of persuasion will be limited to me.”
“You know they will,” Brian assured him, absently straightening things on Jon’s dresser. He picked up a pair of worn khakis, giving Jon an amused look. “Do you go shopping more than once a decade?”
“Hey, twice a year! It’s like the dentist. About as painful, too.”
Brian laughed. “I can help you with that too,” he said, climbing into Jon’s bed. “We can go shopping this weekend, get you some nicer casual clothes.”
Jon shrugged. “I don’t need new clothes, Brian. Don’t worry about it—you’ll have your hands full enough trying to teach me organizational skills.”
“I’ll multitask,” Brian said, draping an arm around him. “Besides, shopping’s easy. That won’t take long at all.”
“Yeah, but I don’t like shopping,” Jon said. “And I don’t really need to go anyway.”
“It can’t hurt, though,” Brian said. “I think we can find something really nice for you to wear, too. Better than khaki and grey, at least,” he teased.
Jon frowned, pulling away from him. “I said I don’t need new clothes,” he replied. “I meant it. Are you even listening to me?”
Brian gave him a surprised look. “I’m listening,” he said. “I’m just not sure what the big deal is.”
“Nothing, if I were a toddler and couldn’t dress myself,” Jon said. “But I’m not, and I don’t want to be treated like one.”
“How am I treating you like a toddler?” Brian asked, blinking.
“You want to dress me up the way you like,” Jon said. “No matter what I say, apparently.”
“Oh, come on, Jon, give me a little more credit than that,” he said. “I wouldn’t make you wear something you hated. I just want to get you some nicer, better-quality clothes.”
“And I said I don’t need new clothes! Can we drop the subject?”
Brian looked at him levelly. “I’m taking you shopping Saturday,” he said firmly, tone obviously brooking no argument.
Jon narrowed his eyes at Brian. “Great. Now you’re ignoring me. I thought you wouldn’t be a jackass about stuff like this, Brian.”
“I’m not the one being a jackass, Jon,” he said. “You’re overreacting. You’re my sub. If I wanted to, I could dress you any way I pleased. All I want to do is take you shopping and help you pick out new clothes. There’s a big difference.”
“Right, and now you can pat yourself on the back for being so accommodating to your stubborn new sub. I figured you wouldn’t try that kind of bullshit. Obviously I was wrong.”
“That’s it,” Brian said, sitting up. “Over my knee, now.”
Jon looked at him incredulously. “You’re going to spank me because I don’t want new clothes?”
“I’m going to spank you because you’re being a brat for no discernable reason, unless you want to share?”
“Whatever,” Jon said, scoffing. “A sub disagreeing with a dom does not automatically mean the sub is either wrong or being a brat.”
“You’re right, but in this case it does. Now, Jon. Over my knee.”
Jon glared but did as he was told, purposely not reacting as Brian pulled down his boxers and spanked him solidly for at least twenty seconds. When it was over, he got up, moving to the edge of the bed to lie down. He didn’t say anything to Brian.
“I would really like to know why this is such a big deal to you,” Brian said, “but obviously you don’t feel like talking to me right now. Since you’re not going to tell me, we’re going shopping on Saturday.”
Jon didn’t reply.
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