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Fake News (RPF) | Feeling Blue | NC-17 | Brian/Jon/Stephen
Title: Feeling Blue
Fandom: Fake News (RPF)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Brian/Jon/Stephen
Warning: AU; D/s; threesome; bondage; spanking; orgasm control.
Summary: Brian and Jon take Stephen’s mind off his Emmys losses.
Word Count: 1,705
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: I finally wrote something new! And it’s shameless smut. Figures. =P Written for The 9/20 Project, hosted by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sirdrakesheir. Thanks for the beta, Kelly.
Stephen makes jokes about the Emmys with ease, afterward, saying next year he's going to kick Jon's ass, but Jon can see the disappointment lingering in his eyes. It's there for maybe a second but it's enough, so he says, "Hey, don't worry about it. It's not like I won—that'd be ridiculous! Brian's going to get a lot of the credit. He has, as you obviously know, trained me well."
Stephen laughs. "Retroactively, for the past seven years? Damn, he is good."
"He's not a Stepford Dom for nothing," Jon replies with a smirk. They decide to skip the after parties, heading up to their room for drinks instead.
* * *
Jon mentions what he noticed to Brian when they get back to New York. "You think he's really upset?" Brian asks him, taking a sip of his coffee.
Jon makes sure he can still hear the shower running before he replies, "Yeah. I doubt he's going to invest in dark clothing and eyeliner, or anything, but I think he's disappointed, and probably feeling like an idiot for it."
"He'd look good in eyeliner," Brian notes, and Jon giggles despite himself.
"Good idea. Cross-dressing is clearly the answer to this problem."
"Maybe another night," Brian replies, looking amused. "Tonight, though, I have something else in mind."
"Something to take his mind off of it?"
"Of course."
* * *
Brian tells Stephen to wait in the bedroom while he and Jon clean up after dinner, and since it's his night to do the dishes, his curiosity is obviously piqued. When he walks into the bedroom to find a paddle, restraints, and cock ring sitting on the bed, he instantly has a better idea of what's going on. He sits down on the bed and waits, about fifteen minutes, before Jon and Brian walk into the room as well, shutting the door behind them.
"How long has it been since I've spanked you, Stephen?" Brian asks casually, and Stephen grins, flushing slightly in excitement.
"Two weeks," he breathes. Once Brian realized how much he enjoyed it, he stopped doing it as often, instead using it as a treat—making him crave it all the more.
Brian nods. "Sounds like it's time for another one, don't you think?"
"Please," Stephen says, and Brian nods again.
"That's a start. Get on your knees. Beg."
Stephen licks his lips as he falls to his knees, smirking as he asks, "Should I beg verbally, or would you rather my mouth were otherwise occupied?" He’ll pay for his cheek. He always does. That's why it's so much fun.
Brian gives him a smile and says, “Your mouth always gets you into trouble, Stephen.” He strides over, smacking him hard enough that his ears ring, and says, “Suck me.”
Stephen eagerly starts unzipping Brian’s pants, sparing a glance at Jon, who’s still standing near the door, watching them with the utmost fascination. Jon never gets tired of watching Brian with him, he knows. He always has that same expression: awe coupled with an edge of ‘I am about to come in my pants right this second.’ It emboldens Stephen, and he takes Brian’s cock into his mouth, deep-throating him without much warning. “Fuck,” Brian curses, and were his mouth not otherwise occupied, he’d smirk triumphantly. He starts showing off, working Brian’s cock expertly, tonguing just the right spots, his slit, along the vein on the underside of his cock, all the places Stephen knows Brian likes best. Moaning around him when Brian grips his hair tightly, thrusting into his mouth, Stephen takes it all, loving it.
He pulls Stephen off after few minutes, before he finishes, which means that he’s not just watching Jon and Stephen this time. Stephen groans in anticipation of what’s to come, resting on his knees, and looking up at Brian expectantly. “Not yet. Jon needs help undressing.” He moves to stand, but Brian shakes his head, so he crawls over to Jon, helping him take off his clothes. “Now, Stephen, you can stand. Jon, strip him, then tie his hands behind his back using your tie,” Brian adds when they’re nearly done, and they do as they’re told. When that’s finished, Brian adds, “Come sit over here in the chair, Jon. You’re just watching for now. Do not touch yourself.” Jon obliges, and Brian sits down on the bed, feet touching the floor. He picks up the paddle.
“Come here, Stephen,” he says, and Stephen walks over, draping himself over Brian’s lap when he’s gestured to do so. “Count, Stephen,” Brian tells him, and he barely has time to protest before Brian smacks his ass hard with the paddle.
“One,” he mutters. “Brian, come on—this is—” Brian cuts him off, smacking his ass again, and he groans, “Two,” There’s another, then another after that. “Three, four,” he manages, arching his ass up. He hates it when he has to count. Brian always teases him. “Please, Brian,” he begs, and Brian spanks him again. “Five. More, please, more.”
He groans in frustration when Brian simply runs the paddle along his ass, teasing. “Please,” he says again, turning his head to see Jon watching them with that same wide-eyed expression. Brian spanks him again, and again. “Six, s-seven,” he chokes out, rubbing his erection against Brian’s thigh. “Eight,” he moans after another smack, then, “nine, ten, oh god, please, more, faster,” he groans, tears pricking at the back of his eyes.
“Stop that,” Brian orders, stilling his hips, and he whimpers. “You can stop counting,” he adds, and Stephen cries out as Brian starts spanking him in earnest, fast and hard, for a solid thirty seconds. He’s gasping by the end of it, tears sliding down his cheeks, as he begs for more, desperately trying not to hump Brian’s leg.
“Please,” he chokes out. “I need—”
“Stop talking,” Brian interrupts, shifting Stephen off his lap and onto the bed. He rubs his erection, nearly painful at this point, against the sheets, before he feels his hands being untied and he’s forcibly turned over, onto his back. Brian cuffs his hands to the headboard and slips on the cock ring, and Stephen thrusts his hips into the air, still begging.
“Jon, it’s your turn with him,” Brian says, and Stephen watches Jon stand, making his way over to the bed. Brian hands him the lube and a condom, before saying to Stephen, “If you come before I give you permission, you’ll be in the chastity device for a month.”
Stephen whimpers again and when he feels the bed dip as Jon climbs on, followed by a slicked up finger entering him, he desperately tries to think of unarousing images, like drowned kittens or Michael Moore in a speedo. He groans when one finger turns into two, then three, thrusting his hips again aimlessly, searching for stimulation, any stimulation. Letting his eyes fall shut, he hears rather than sees the condom wrapper being opened, and then Jon’s cock is pushing inside him, and he moans, “Fuck.”
Lucky for him, Jon seems to be as desperate as he is, if the way he immediately starts fucking him hard into the mattress is any indication. Stephen opens his eyes wide, staring into Jon’s, as he pounds into him, harder, faster—“Fuck, yes, Jon, just like that, oh, fuck.” He’s so deep into his own subspace, he only just notices Jon falling into his, and the next thing he knows, Jon is calling out his name, thrusting forcefully one last time, and finishing hard, the look on his face a picture in ecstasy.
Jon pants as he pulls out, throwing away the condom, and Stephen continues to rock against the bed, begging and pleading to be able to come. “If it weren’t for the fact that I want to hear you, Stephen, I’d gag you,” he hears Brian say, because the next thing he knows, Brian’s over him, and then his cock’s inside of him, and Stephen lets out a hoarse sound, something between a whimper and a desperate plea. “Be loud,” he instructs, thrusting slowly, forcefully, and Stephen cries out again.
“Please!” he yells, voice breaking. “Fuck me, harder, faster, let me come!”
Brian’s thrusts increased in speed, but only barely, and Stephen distantly thinks this must be what hell is like; then Brian changes angles, and Stephen can’t think anything at all, distantly or otherwise. He moans loudly, clenching tightly around Brian’s cock, and is rewarded by a harder, faster thrust, making him snap his head back and squeeze his eyes shut tight. “Please,” he begs again, nearly sobbing, opening his eyes to look straight into Brian’s. “Please, I’m so close, I need it!”
Brian finally—finally—speeds up then, fucking Stephen harder and faster, and Stephen’s cock is so hard he thinks it might burst, unable to do anything but pant and beg and dig his fingernails into his palms, relishing the slight sting. When he hears Brian’s breathing pattern change, he clenches around him again, and is rewarded with a strangled groan and two more particularly hard thrusts. He can feel Brian finishing, and then there’s a hand on his cock, and Brian’s saying, “Come for me, Stephen.”
He doesn’t have to be told twice. Barely two strokes and he’s there, coming so hard his vision tunnels, and he feels dizzy. His voice breaks again as he yells Brian’s name, and he lays there, motionless, as Brian pulls out, slowly coming out of his subspace and floating back to Earth. He lazily watches Brian throw out his condom, remove the cock ring, then undo the restraints around his wrists. Flexing them absently, he sighs, allowing Jon and Brian to move him as they settle into the bed around him. “Mmmm,” he murmurs. “I feel good.”
Brian and Jon share a chuckle, and he smiles sleepily, resting his head against Brian’s chest as he curls an arm around Jon. “Should lose Emmys more of’en,” he slurs, and smiles when he catches the look Brian and Jon shoot each other. “Thanks,” he adds, and Brian and Jon kiss him in turn. His eyes fall shut, and he’s lulled to sleep by the feeling of warmth around him.
Fandom: Fake News (RPF)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Brian/Jon/Stephen
Warning: AU; D/s; threesome; bondage; spanking; orgasm control.
Summary: Brian and Jon take Stephen’s mind off his Emmys losses.
Word Count: 1,705
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: I finally wrote something new! And it’s shameless smut. Figures. =P Written for The 9/20 Project, hosted by
sirdrakesheir. Thanks for the beta, Kelly.Stephen makes jokes about the Emmys with ease, afterward, saying next year he's going to kick Jon's ass, but Jon can see the disappointment lingering in his eyes. It's there for maybe a second but it's enough, so he says, "Hey, don't worry about it. It's not like I won—that'd be ridiculous! Brian's going to get a lot of the credit. He has, as you obviously know, trained me well."
Stephen laughs. "Retroactively, for the past seven years? Damn, he is good."
"He's not a Stepford Dom for nothing," Jon replies with a smirk. They decide to skip the after parties, heading up to their room for drinks instead.
Jon mentions what he noticed to Brian when they get back to New York. "You think he's really upset?" Brian asks him, taking a sip of his coffee.
Jon makes sure he can still hear the shower running before he replies, "Yeah. I doubt he's going to invest in dark clothing and eyeliner, or anything, but I think he's disappointed, and probably feeling like an idiot for it."
"He'd look good in eyeliner," Brian notes, and Jon giggles despite himself.
"Good idea. Cross-dressing is clearly the answer to this problem."
"Maybe another night," Brian replies, looking amused. "Tonight, though, I have something else in mind."
"Something to take his mind off of it?"
"Of course."
Brian tells Stephen to wait in the bedroom while he and Jon clean up after dinner, and since it's his night to do the dishes, his curiosity is obviously piqued. When he walks into the bedroom to find a paddle, restraints, and cock ring sitting on the bed, he instantly has a better idea of what's going on. He sits down on the bed and waits, about fifteen minutes, before Jon and Brian walk into the room as well, shutting the door behind them.
"How long has it been since I've spanked you, Stephen?" Brian asks casually, and Stephen grins, flushing slightly in excitement.
"Two weeks," he breathes. Once Brian realized how much he enjoyed it, he stopped doing it as often, instead using it as a treat—making him crave it all the more.
Brian nods. "Sounds like it's time for another one, don't you think?"
"Please," Stephen says, and Brian nods again.
"That's a start. Get on your knees. Beg."
Stephen licks his lips as he falls to his knees, smirking as he asks, "Should I beg verbally, or would you rather my mouth were otherwise occupied?" He’ll pay for his cheek. He always does. That's why it's so much fun.
Brian gives him a smile and says, “Your mouth always gets you into trouble, Stephen.” He strides over, smacking him hard enough that his ears ring, and says, “Suck me.”
Stephen eagerly starts unzipping Brian’s pants, sparing a glance at Jon, who’s still standing near the door, watching them with the utmost fascination. Jon never gets tired of watching Brian with him, he knows. He always has that same expression: awe coupled with an edge of ‘I am about to come in my pants right this second.’ It emboldens Stephen, and he takes Brian’s cock into his mouth, deep-throating him without much warning. “Fuck,” Brian curses, and were his mouth not otherwise occupied, he’d smirk triumphantly. He starts showing off, working Brian’s cock expertly, tonguing just the right spots, his slit, along the vein on the underside of his cock, all the places Stephen knows Brian likes best. Moaning around him when Brian grips his hair tightly, thrusting into his mouth, Stephen takes it all, loving it.
He pulls Stephen off after few minutes, before he finishes, which means that he’s not just watching Jon and Stephen this time. Stephen groans in anticipation of what’s to come, resting on his knees, and looking up at Brian expectantly. “Not yet. Jon needs help undressing.” He moves to stand, but Brian shakes his head, so he crawls over to Jon, helping him take off his clothes. “Now, Stephen, you can stand. Jon, strip him, then tie his hands behind his back using your tie,” Brian adds when they’re nearly done, and they do as they’re told. When that’s finished, Brian adds, “Come sit over here in the chair, Jon. You’re just watching for now. Do not touch yourself.” Jon obliges, and Brian sits down on the bed, feet touching the floor. He picks up the paddle.
“Come here, Stephen,” he says, and Stephen walks over, draping himself over Brian’s lap when he’s gestured to do so. “Count, Stephen,” Brian tells him, and he barely has time to protest before Brian smacks his ass hard with the paddle.
“One,” he mutters. “Brian, come on—this is—” Brian cuts him off, smacking his ass again, and he groans, “Two,” There’s another, then another after that. “Three, four,” he manages, arching his ass up. He hates it when he has to count. Brian always teases him. “Please, Brian,” he begs, and Brian spanks him again. “Five. More, please, more.”
He groans in frustration when Brian simply runs the paddle along his ass, teasing. “Please,” he says again, turning his head to see Jon watching them with that same wide-eyed expression. Brian spanks him again, and again. “Six, s-seven,” he chokes out, rubbing his erection against Brian’s thigh. “Eight,” he moans after another smack, then, “nine, ten, oh god, please, more, faster,” he groans, tears pricking at the back of his eyes.
“Stop that,” Brian orders, stilling his hips, and he whimpers. “You can stop counting,” he adds, and Stephen cries out as Brian starts spanking him in earnest, fast and hard, for a solid thirty seconds. He’s gasping by the end of it, tears sliding down his cheeks, as he begs for more, desperately trying not to hump Brian’s leg.
“Please,” he chokes out. “I need—”
“Stop talking,” Brian interrupts, shifting Stephen off his lap and onto the bed. He rubs his erection, nearly painful at this point, against the sheets, before he feels his hands being untied and he’s forcibly turned over, onto his back. Brian cuffs his hands to the headboard and slips on the cock ring, and Stephen thrusts his hips into the air, still begging.
“Jon, it’s your turn with him,” Brian says, and Stephen watches Jon stand, making his way over to the bed. Brian hands him the lube and a condom, before saying to Stephen, “If you come before I give you permission, you’ll be in the chastity device for a month.”
Stephen whimpers again and when he feels the bed dip as Jon climbs on, followed by a slicked up finger entering him, he desperately tries to think of unarousing images, like drowned kittens or Michael Moore in a speedo. He groans when one finger turns into two, then three, thrusting his hips again aimlessly, searching for stimulation, any stimulation. Letting his eyes fall shut, he hears rather than sees the condom wrapper being opened, and then Jon’s cock is pushing inside him, and he moans, “Fuck.”
Lucky for him, Jon seems to be as desperate as he is, if the way he immediately starts fucking him hard into the mattress is any indication. Stephen opens his eyes wide, staring into Jon’s, as he pounds into him, harder, faster—“Fuck, yes, Jon, just like that, oh, fuck.” He’s so deep into his own subspace, he only just notices Jon falling into his, and the next thing he knows, Jon is calling out his name, thrusting forcefully one last time, and finishing hard, the look on his face a picture in ecstasy.
Jon pants as he pulls out, throwing away the condom, and Stephen continues to rock against the bed, begging and pleading to be able to come. “If it weren’t for the fact that I want to hear you, Stephen, I’d gag you,” he hears Brian say, because the next thing he knows, Brian’s over him, and then his cock’s inside of him, and Stephen lets out a hoarse sound, something between a whimper and a desperate plea. “Be loud,” he instructs, thrusting slowly, forcefully, and Stephen cries out again.
“Please!” he yells, voice breaking. “Fuck me, harder, faster, let me come!”
Brian’s thrusts increased in speed, but only barely, and Stephen distantly thinks this must be what hell is like; then Brian changes angles, and Stephen can’t think anything at all, distantly or otherwise. He moans loudly, clenching tightly around Brian’s cock, and is rewarded by a harder, faster thrust, making him snap his head back and squeeze his eyes shut tight. “Please,” he begs again, nearly sobbing, opening his eyes to look straight into Brian’s. “Please, I’m so close, I need it!”
Brian finally—finally—speeds up then, fucking Stephen harder and faster, and Stephen’s cock is so hard he thinks it might burst, unable to do anything but pant and beg and dig his fingernails into his palms, relishing the slight sting. When he hears Brian’s breathing pattern change, he clenches around him again, and is rewarded with a strangled groan and two more particularly hard thrusts. He can feel Brian finishing, and then there’s a hand on his cock, and Brian’s saying, “Come for me, Stephen.”
He doesn’t have to be told twice. Barely two strokes and he’s there, coming so hard his vision tunnels, and he feels dizzy. His voice breaks again as he yells Brian’s name, and he lays there, motionless, as Brian pulls out, slowly coming out of his subspace and floating back to Earth. He lazily watches Brian throw out his condom, remove the cock ring, then undo the restraints around his wrists. Flexing them absently, he sighs, allowing Jon and Brian to move him as they settle into the bed around him. “Mmmm,” he murmurs. “I feel good.”
Brian and Jon share a chuckle, and he smiles sleepily, resting his head against Brian’s chest as he curls an arm around Jon. “Should lose Emmys more of’en,” he slurs, and smiles when he catches the look Brian and Jon shoot each other. “Thanks,” he adds, and Brian and Jon kiss him in turn. His eyes fall shut, and he’s lulled to sleep by the feeling of warmth around him.