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scripted_sra) wrote2009-03-03 10:41 pm
scripted_sra) wrote2009-03-03 10:41 pm
Fake News (RPF) | No Talking | R | Brian/Jon
Title: No Talking
Fandom: Fake News (RPF)
Rating: R
Pairing: Brian/Jon
Warning: AU; D/s; bondage.
Summary: No talking allowed.
Word Count: 100
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fakenews_fanfic's drabble week.
Jon whimpers.
He shifts, tugging on the ties that are holding his wrists firmly in place. “Sadist,” he growls at Brian, who is sitting a few feet away, in a chair next to the bed, absorbed in a Sudoku puzzle, for Christ’s sake.
Brian looks up and smirks. “Remember, Jon,” he chides softly. “Talking only means you’re waiting even longer.”
Jon moans, and tries to plead with his eyes, silently begging the other man to just fuck him already. Instead, Brian simply grins, going back to his puzzle.
He drops his head back, groaning. This is going to kill him.
Fandom: Fake News (RPF)
Rating: R
Pairing: Brian/Jon
Warning: AU; D/s; bondage.
Summary: No talking allowed.
Word Count: 100
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: Originally written for
fakenews_fanfic's drabble week.Jon whimpers.
He shifts, tugging on the ties that are holding his wrists firmly in place. “Sadist,” he growls at Brian, who is sitting a few feet away, in a chair next to the bed, absorbed in a Sudoku puzzle, for Christ’s sake.
Brian looks up and smirks. “Remember, Jon,” he chides softly. “Talking only means you’re waiting even longer.”
Jon moans, and tries to plead with his eyes, silently begging the other man to just fuck him already. Instead, Brian simply grins, going back to his puzzle.
He drops his head back, groaning. This is going to kill him.