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Fake News (RPF) | In The Closet | PG-13 | Jon/Stephen
Title: In The Closet
Fandom: Fake News (RPF)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Jon/Stephen
Summary: A new meaning to the phrase "in the closet."
Word Count: 772
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: Has been slightly edited from its original version.
Closets were useful in some ways. Good places to keep coats and other such extra articles of clothing; handy when you needed to store some buckets and mops; damn near heavenly when you were being hunted down by a few irate co-workers. Really, the laxatives in the coffee had seemed amusing at the time....
However, on some occasions they were torture. Especially if you were locked in an incredibly small one with your friend and co-worker who you had been lusting after since the day you first shook hands.
Your straight friend and co-worker.
Stephen really cursed his luck sometimes.
Even more-so lately because his ever-so-pathetic unrequited lust was getting dangerously close to even-more-pathetic unrequited love.
So much so that his wife had noticed. They were trying a separation. At least she was trying to make it work—he just didn’t have it in him to make the effort anymore.
A married man, soon to be formerly married man, falling in love with his oblivious, straight-as-an-arrow, equally male co-worker. God, why didn’t he just give up and go live in a horrible gay romance novel, already?
“It’s definitely locked?” he asked Jon stupidly, trying his best to stick as far away from the sexy Jewish comedian as possible. It was hard since the closet was small and dark—the light bulb had long since burnt out, probably some time around the Mesozoic era. He wasn’t entirely sure which direction was away from Jon, but hey, maybe if he kept pushing against the wall he'd end up in Narnia. It'd certainly be less awkward than this.
“Yeah, it is. I suppose it’s official: we work with fourth graders,” Jon replied, his inherent good humor belying his grumbles.
“Immature fourth graders. I know I was above locking people in closets in fourth grade,” Stephen said, smirking as he fell into their easy pattern of playing off each other. That’s it, Colbert. Focus on the banter and not how much you’d like to screw the man into the wall. Maybe you’ll escape this without being embarrassed.
Jon snorted. “Stephen, you were one of the geeks being locked in the closets.”
Stephen felt that he wasn’t going to dignify that with a response and changed the subject. “How long do you think they’ll keep us locked in here?”
He heard Jon’s amused chuckle. The abrupt change of subject had apparently not gone unnoticed. Stephen smiled; this was just normal them—sans the closet, of course.
“More importantly, why do you think they locked us in here?” Was Jon’s voice closer than it had been when they were previously talking? No. Stephen was hearing things. And his voice wasn’t in a different tone. It didn’t sound more contemplative or serious...did it?
I think someone may have spilled chemicals in this closet, ‘cause I’m getting delirious, Stephen thought. “What do you mean, ‘why’?” He responded. “It’s obvious they just get a perverse pleasure in acting like teenagers sometimes. Well, except for Ed—he gets a perverse pleasure in acting like a teenager all the time.”
Stephen found it slightly peculiar that Jon didn’t answer right away. He also found it odd that when he did, he definitely sounded, serious and...was there a hint of shyness in his voice?
“No, I mean, maybe there’s a significance as to why they locked us in here.”
“What possible significance could locking us in a...” Oh. That. Stephen swallowed. Surely Jon wasn’t implying what he thought he was implying? “You mean, uh,” he started, uncharacteristically unable to think of anything to say.
“I mean...this,” Jon spoke up, voice full of confidence again, like it normally was. He closed the distance between their bodies. Standing this close, Stephen knew Jon could see his reaction, and more importantly, his lips. He kissed him.
Stephen wasted no time in kissing back passionately.
As they were kissing, a few dazed thoughts made their way through Stephen’s mind: Isn’t Jon straight? He’s still married! Was this planned? But then Jon pulled him closer and did something amazing with his tongue and Stephen really didn’t want to think anymore.
Eventually, however, they had to break apart—something about breathing and their pesky lungs needing air. Yeah, that was it.
They were still flush against each other, so Stephen could see Jon’s sheepish smile. “I’ve wanted to do that for awhile, now,” he said softly.
“I’m glad I wasn’t the only one.”
And then they were kissing again.
Closets were really useful sometimes. Especially when you were locked in a small, dark one, making out with your very sexy, not-so-straight-after-all, co-worker and friend.
Stephen really loved his luck sometimes.
Fandom: Fake News (RPF)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Jon/Stephen
Summary: A new meaning to the phrase "in the closet."
Word Count: 772
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: Has been slightly edited from its original version.
Closets were useful in some ways. Good places to keep coats and other such extra articles of clothing; handy when you needed to store some buckets and mops; damn near heavenly when you were being hunted down by a few irate co-workers. Really, the laxatives in the coffee had seemed amusing at the time....
However, on some occasions they were torture. Especially if you were locked in an incredibly small one with your friend and co-worker who you had been lusting after since the day you first shook hands.
Your straight friend and co-worker.
Stephen really cursed his luck sometimes.
Even more-so lately because his ever-so-pathetic unrequited lust was getting dangerously close to even-more-pathetic unrequited love.
So much so that his wife had noticed. They were trying a separation. At least she was trying to make it work—he just didn’t have it in him to make the effort anymore.
A married man, soon to be formerly married man, falling in love with his oblivious, straight-as-an-arrow, equally male co-worker. God, why didn’t he just give up and go live in a horrible gay romance novel, already?
“It’s definitely locked?” he asked Jon stupidly, trying his best to stick as far away from the sexy Jewish comedian as possible. It was hard since the closet was small and dark—the light bulb had long since burnt out, probably some time around the Mesozoic era. He wasn’t entirely sure which direction was away from Jon, but hey, maybe if he kept pushing against the wall he'd end up in Narnia. It'd certainly be less awkward than this.
“Yeah, it is. I suppose it’s official: we work with fourth graders,” Jon replied, his inherent good humor belying his grumbles.
“Immature fourth graders. I know I was above locking people in closets in fourth grade,” Stephen said, smirking as he fell into their easy pattern of playing off each other. That’s it, Colbert. Focus on the banter and not how much you’d like to screw the man into the wall. Maybe you’ll escape this without being embarrassed.
Jon snorted. “Stephen, you were one of the geeks being locked in the closets.”
Stephen felt that he wasn’t going to dignify that with a response and changed the subject. “How long do you think they’ll keep us locked in here?”
He heard Jon’s amused chuckle. The abrupt change of subject had apparently not gone unnoticed. Stephen smiled; this was just normal them—sans the closet, of course.
“More importantly, why do you think they locked us in here?” Was Jon’s voice closer than it had been when they were previously talking? No. Stephen was hearing things. And his voice wasn’t in a different tone. It didn’t sound more contemplative or serious...did it?
I think someone may have spilled chemicals in this closet, ‘cause I’m getting delirious, Stephen thought. “What do you mean, ‘why’?” He responded. “It’s obvious they just get a perverse pleasure in acting like teenagers sometimes. Well, except for Ed—he gets a perverse pleasure in acting like a teenager all the time.”
Stephen found it slightly peculiar that Jon didn’t answer right away. He also found it odd that when he did, he definitely sounded, serious and...was there a hint of shyness in his voice?
“No, I mean, maybe there’s a significance as to why they locked us in here.”
“What possible significance could locking us in a...” Oh. That. Stephen swallowed. Surely Jon wasn’t implying what he thought he was implying? “You mean, uh,” he started, uncharacteristically unable to think of anything to say.
“I mean...this,” Jon spoke up, voice full of confidence again, like it normally was. He closed the distance between their bodies. Standing this close, Stephen knew Jon could see his reaction, and more importantly, his lips. He kissed him.
Stephen wasted no time in kissing back passionately.
As they were kissing, a few dazed thoughts made their way through Stephen’s mind: Isn’t Jon straight? He’s still married! Was this planned? But then Jon pulled him closer and did something amazing with his tongue and Stephen really didn’t want to think anymore.
Eventually, however, they had to break apart—something about breathing and their pesky lungs needing air. Yeah, that was it.
They were still flush against each other, so Stephen could see Jon’s sheepish smile. “I’ve wanted to do that for awhile, now,” he said softly.
“I’m glad I wasn’t the only one.”
And then they were kissing again.
Closets were really useful sometimes. Especially when you were locked in a small, dark one, making out with your very sexy, not-so-straight-after-all, co-worker and friend.
Stephen really loved his luck sometimes.