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Fake News (RPF) | On Edge | PG-13 | Jon/Stephen
Title: On Edge
Fandom: Fake News (RPF)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Jon/Stephen
Summary: Jon's on edge.
Word Count: 339
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 edited slightly from its original version.
Jon was on edge.
Jon was on edge because someone had called his cell phone and left the message that had kicked his libido into overdrive: "I’m just thinking about you and how I’m going to fuck you senseless after the show...."
To top it off, his interviewee was Reverend Al Green. Stephen knew his music turned him on.
Of course he did. That was his point.
At least he got some comedy out of it: “I’m going to go have sex with someone....”
He certainly knew who he’d been thinking of.
He looked up at the door from his desk when he heard the door open, shut, and the familiar little ‘click’ signifying that it was locked.
“You,” he breathed, standing up, “are a bastard.”
Stephen grinned evilly and wasted no time in grinding the man back into the desk. “Clearly, your dick disagrees,” he whispered, trailing biting kisses down the shorter man’s jaw and neck. “Have you been hard since that message? Hmmm? All day long?”
“God yes,” Jon gasped as Stephen unzipped Jon’s fly and his hand slipped in to stroke Jon lightly. “Stephen,” Jon moaned as he thrust up a little into his friend’s hand.
“So impatient today,” Stephen remarked, quirking an eyebrow. “Just for that, we’re going to take our time....”
Half an hour and many dazed thoughts later, both men were entwined on the couch, fighting off post-coital sleepiness.
“That was evil, you know, I was on edge all day... even during the interview!” Jon’s attempt at glaring at Stephen failed because it was ruined by the blatant satisfaction on his face.
“Mmm, I noticed,” Stephen responded, chuckling sleepily. “I like you on edge—it’s sexy.”
Jon grinned then, very deviously. “Well, then, I guess you won’t mind if I turn the tables next time you’re scheduled to do This Week In God?” His voice had dropped an octave. Stephen shivered.
“Is that a threat or a promise?”
“I have to choose?” Jon smirked, kissing him. “You’ll find out.”
Stephen could hardly wait.
Fandom: Fake News (RPF)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Jon/Stephen
Summary: Jon's on edge.
Word Count: 339
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 edited slightly from its original version.
Jon was on edge.
Jon was on edge because someone had called his cell phone and left the message that had kicked his libido into overdrive: "I’m just thinking about you and how I’m going to fuck you senseless after the show...."
To top it off, his interviewee was Reverend Al Green. Stephen knew his music turned him on.
Of course he did. That was his point.
At least he got some comedy out of it: “I’m going to go have sex with someone....”
He certainly knew who he’d been thinking of.
He looked up at the door from his desk when he heard the door open, shut, and the familiar little ‘click’ signifying that it was locked.
“You,” he breathed, standing up, “are a bastard.”
Stephen grinned evilly and wasted no time in grinding the man back into the desk. “Clearly, your dick disagrees,” he whispered, trailing biting kisses down the shorter man’s jaw and neck. “Have you been hard since that message? Hmmm? All day long?”
“God yes,” Jon gasped as Stephen unzipped Jon’s fly and his hand slipped in to stroke Jon lightly. “Stephen,” Jon moaned as he thrust up a little into his friend’s hand.
“So impatient today,” Stephen remarked, quirking an eyebrow. “Just for that, we’re going to take our time....”
Half an hour and many dazed thoughts later, both men were entwined on the couch, fighting off post-coital sleepiness.
“That was evil, you know, I was on edge all day... even during the interview!” Jon’s attempt at glaring at Stephen failed because it was ruined by the blatant satisfaction on his face.
“Mmm, I noticed,” Stephen responded, chuckling sleepily. “I like you on edge—it’s sexy.”
Jon grinned then, very deviously. “Well, then, I guess you won’t mind if I turn the tables next time you’re scheduled to do This Week In God?” His voice had dropped an octave. Stephen shivered.
“Is that a threat or a promise?”
“I have to choose?” Jon smirked, kissing him. “You’ll find out.”
Stephen could hardly wait.