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Fake News (FPF) Sharing | PG-13 | Brian/Jon/"Stephen"
Title: Sharing
Fandom: Fake News (FPF)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Brian/Jon/“Stephen”
Summary: Stephen learns how to share.
Word Count: 800
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: Spawned from an OT prompt. I'm not putting it with the other ficlets because it's...not really a ficlet, all together.
Get out of here and just keep away
‘Cause this man is mine
—This Man Is Mine; Heart
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“Go away.”
Brian raised an eyebrow at Stephen, who was standing in front of Jon’s office door, looking rigid and agitated, like a particularly pissed off sentry of some kind. “Excuse me?”
“I said go away!” Stephen exclaimed, flailing his hands dramatically. “Just. Go. Away.”
“I would, but Jon’s expecting me. If you don’t mind,” Brian said, indicating that Stephen should step aside. Stephen narrowed his eyes.
“You can’t have Jon. He’s mine.”
Brian couldn’t help it. He grinned. Mildly, then, he responded, “You never learned to share?”
Stephen seemed shocked by that response; so shocked, in fact, that he made no effort to stop Brian from knocking on Jon’s door before opening it and walking in. “We can finish talking later, Stephen,” he said, smiling, before shutting the door behind him.
So what have you got to say, Jeeves?
What have you got to say?
—What Have You Got To Say, Jeeves; By Jeeves
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“Brian Williams!” Stephen exclaimed. “He—what—who does he think he is!”
Jon bit his lip. He tried very, very hard not to giggle.
“What, he’s on NBC, so he thinks that makes him better than me? Oh, sure, there’s the hair and the voice and the gravitas—but I have those things too!”
That did it. Jon couldn’t stifle his amusement any longer. Stephen whirled on him, shaking his finger mere inches from Jon’s face. “And you! You encourage him! With your decency and your flirting and your giggling and your...your...friendliness! This isn’t funny!”
Jon giggled again. “It’s a little funny,” he said, and Stephen glared. “You’re jealous.”
“I am not!” Stephen protested, but Jon just giggled even harder.
I can do anything that I want
—No Handlebars; Flobots
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“You.”
Brian smiled, looking amused. Stephen wanted to wipe that smug look off his stupid handsome face. “Me.”
Stephen marched up to Brian, intending to imperiously tower over him, only to discover Brian was a few inches taller than he was. He settled for poking Brian in the chest with his index finger. Roughly. It had probably hurt. “You think you’re so amazing. I mean, you’re Brian Williams! You’re handsome and you work for a network and you think that you can just waltz in here and steal Jon from me without a second thought! Well, I’ll have you know that you can’t!”
“Okay,” said Brian genially.
“And don’t give me any of that—wait, what? Okay?”
Brian shrugged. “I don’t want to steal him, Stephen,” he said. Smirking, he stepped closer, hand closing snugly around Stephen’s wrist. Stephen shivered. “That’s why I asked you about sharing.”
Stephen’s eyes widened.
I swear I never had it like this
Forbidden yet I cannot resist
—Resist; Melissa Etheridge
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“So Brian finally asked you, huh?” Jon asked. Stephen seemed to be having trouble processing the request, what with the first sentences out of his mouth having been, “Brian Williams is a devious, devious man.” followed by, “And, oh god, is it ever hot.” Now he was pacing.
“I—so—he wants us both? Together?” he said finally.
“Yep,” Jon replied with a nod. “I told him after he asked you, we’d talk about it. So what do you think?”
“The things he said. That’d he’d do. To us. To you. To me. Think he meant them?”
Jon snorted. “I have no doubt.”
Stephen shuddered. “They were filthy. Disgusting. Utterly...utterly...depraved.” Stephen’s eyes were becoming a little unfocused, and his breathing seemed to be quickening. The corners of Jon’s mouth quirked up, into a smile.
“So I should tell Brian no, then?” he teased.
Stephen’s head shot up. “Don’t you dare!”
Some mistakes are too much fun
To only make once
—Some Mistakes; Brad Paisley
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“That was...” Jon didn’t seem to feel the need to finish that sentence, which was fine, because Brian had a reasonable guess as to what he was going to say anyway. “Christ.”
“Mmmm,” mumbled Stephen eloquently, who was lying—of course—in between Jon and Brian, one hand on Brian’s thigh and his head on Jon’s chest. “Don’t wanna move,” he said.
“You don’t have to,” Brian told him, petting his hair absently. He half-expected to hear him start purring. Catching Jon’s amused look, he guessed Jon was half-expecting the same thing.
“So, uh,” Jon began, looking away, “was this, like, a onetime thing? Or...”
He was about to respond that it was up to them, but Stephen beat him to the punch. “Don’t be ridiculous, Jon,” he said, somehow sounding haughty despite the deeply-satisfied edge his voice held. “There’s no way we’re not doing that again.”
Brian smirked, giving Jon a slight nod. “You heard the man,” he said. Jon grinned.
Fandom: Fake News (FPF)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Brian/Jon/“Stephen”
Summary: Stephen learns how to share.
Word Count: 800
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: Spawned from an OT prompt. I'm not putting it with the other ficlets because it's...not really a ficlet, all together.
‘Cause this man is mine
—This Man Is Mine; Heart
[download]
“Go away.”
Brian raised an eyebrow at Stephen, who was standing in front of Jon’s office door, looking rigid and agitated, like a particularly pissed off sentry of some kind. “Excuse me?”
“I said go away!” Stephen exclaimed, flailing his hands dramatically. “Just. Go. Away.”
“I would, but Jon’s expecting me. If you don’t mind,” Brian said, indicating that Stephen should step aside. Stephen narrowed his eyes.
“You can’t have Jon. He’s mine.”
Brian couldn’t help it. He grinned. Mildly, then, he responded, “You never learned to share?”
Stephen seemed shocked by that response; so shocked, in fact, that he made no effort to stop Brian from knocking on Jon’s door before opening it and walking in. “We can finish talking later, Stephen,” he said, smiling, before shutting the door behind him.
What have you got to say?
—What Have You Got To Say, Jeeves; By Jeeves
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“Brian Williams!” Stephen exclaimed. “He—what—who does he think he is!”
Jon bit his lip. He tried very, very hard not to giggle.
“What, he’s on NBC, so he thinks that makes him better than me? Oh, sure, there’s the hair and the voice and the gravitas—but I have those things too!”
That did it. Jon couldn’t stifle his amusement any longer. Stephen whirled on him, shaking his finger mere inches from Jon’s face. “And you! You encourage him! With your decency and your flirting and your giggling and your...your...friendliness! This isn’t funny!”
Jon giggled again. “It’s a little funny,” he said, and Stephen glared. “You’re jealous.”
“I am not!” Stephen protested, but Jon just giggled even harder.
—No Handlebars; Flobots
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“You.”
Brian smiled, looking amused. Stephen wanted to wipe that smug look off his stupid handsome face. “Me.”
Stephen marched up to Brian, intending to imperiously tower over him, only to discover Brian was a few inches taller than he was. He settled for poking Brian in the chest with his index finger. Roughly. It had probably hurt. “You think you’re so amazing. I mean, you’re Brian Williams! You’re handsome and you work for a network and you think that you can just waltz in here and steal Jon from me without a second thought! Well, I’ll have you know that you can’t!”
“Okay,” said Brian genially.
“And don’t give me any of that—wait, what? Okay?”
Brian shrugged. “I don’t want to steal him, Stephen,” he said. Smirking, he stepped closer, hand closing snugly around Stephen’s wrist. Stephen shivered. “That’s why I asked you about sharing.”
Stephen’s eyes widened.
Forbidden yet I cannot resist
—Resist; Melissa Etheridge
[download]
“So Brian finally asked you, huh?” Jon asked. Stephen seemed to be having trouble processing the request, what with the first sentences out of his mouth having been, “Brian Williams is a devious, devious man.” followed by, “And, oh god, is it ever hot.” Now he was pacing.
“I—so—he wants us both? Together?” he said finally.
“Yep,” Jon replied with a nod. “I told him after he asked you, we’d talk about it. So what do you think?”
“The things he said. That’d he’d do. To us. To you. To me. Think he meant them?”
Jon snorted. “I have no doubt.”
Stephen shuddered. “They were filthy. Disgusting. Utterly...utterly...depraved.” Stephen’s eyes were becoming a little unfocused, and his breathing seemed to be quickening. The corners of Jon’s mouth quirked up, into a smile.
“So I should tell Brian no, then?” he teased.
Stephen’s head shot up. “Don’t you dare!”
To only make once
—Some Mistakes; Brad Paisley
[download]
“That was...” Jon didn’t seem to feel the need to finish that sentence, which was fine, because Brian had a reasonable guess as to what he was going to say anyway. “Christ.”
“Mmmm,” mumbled Stephen eloquently, who was lying—of course—in between Jon and Brian, one hand on Brian’s thigh and his head on Jon’s chest. “Don’t wanna move,” he said.
“You don’t have to,” Brian told him, petting his hair absently. He half-expected to hear him start purring. Catching Jon’s amused look, he guessed Jon was half-expecting the same thing.
“So, uh,” Jon began, looking away, “was this, like, a onetime thing? Or...”
He was about to respond that it was up to them, but Stephen beat him to the punch. “Don’t be ridiculous, Jon,” he said, somehow sounding haughty despite the deeply-satisfied edge his voice held. “There’s no way we’re not doing that again.”
Brian smirked, giving Jon a slight nod. “You heard the man,” he said. Jon grinned.