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Fake News (RPF) | Rescue | PG | Jon/Stephen
Title: Rescue
Fandom: Fake News (RPF)
Rating: PG
Pairing: Jon/Stephen
Summary: Jon comes to Stephen's rescue.
Word Count: 401
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.
Oh, fuck.
That was Jon’s first thought when he smelled smoke and rushed into the staff room. His friend, co-worker, and lover was standing next to the toaster--the flaming toaster--looking scared, sheepish, and unsure of what to do.
Jon sighed and grabbed the fire extinguisher, using it to put the fire out quickly. After it was completely put out, he set down the extinguisher and looked up at Stephen, clearly waiting for an explanation. When none was forthcoming, he asked, “Well?”
“Well, what?” Stephen replied.
“Why was the toaster trying to burn down the studio two minutes ago? And how did it manage to get that way?”
“...it was an accident. I was heating my pop tarts and the damn thing caught on fire.”
Jon raised an eyebrow. “Really. All of a sudden the toaster just decided that it’d had enough pop tarts and rebelled?”
“Well, no.” Stephen frowned, looking as if he was trying to word his explanation in a way that wouldn’t make him sound like a complete idiot. Jon mused that it was too late for that. “One of them got stuck, and I was trying to fish it out....”
“With?”
“A fork.”
“A fork?” Jon repeated, dumbstruck. “Stephen, for someone so damn smart, you really lack common sense sometimes. You’re just lucky I was around to save your ass.”
Stephen smiled a predatory smile. “How can I make it up to you?”
Oh, no, not that look.
Jon struggled to remember that they were in the staff room, where anyone and their brother could walk in on them.
He already knew a few of the female interns gossiped that he and Stephen were more than just ‘good buddies’ and he didn’t want to give them any fuel to add to the fire—pun not intended.
“Maybe you can,” Jon responded, swallowing. A knowing smirk took the place of the smile on Stephen’s face.
Bastard. He knows what he does to me. What thanks I get for saving his ass. See if I ever do that again.
Stephen moved to the door of the staff room, turned the little lock with a 'click', and headed closer to him, eventually trapping him up against the wall. As he kissed him thoroughly, Jon thought vaguely that he probably would do it again.
His hands slid down Stephen’s backside and squeezed.
It was such a nice ass, after all.
Fandom: Fake News (RPF)
Rating: PG
Pairing: Jon/Stephen
Summary: Jon comes to Stephen's rescue.
Word Count: 401
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.
Oh, fuck.
That was Jon’s first thought when he smelled smoke and rushed into the staff room. His friend, co-worker, and lover was standing next to the toaster--the flaming toaster--looking scared, sheepish, and unsure of what to do.
Jon sighed and grabbed the fire extinguisher, using it to put the fire out quickly. After it was completely put out, he set down the extinguisher and looked up at Stephen, clearly waiting for an explanation. When none was forthcoming, he asked, “Well?”
“Well, what?” Stephen replied.
“Why was the toaster trying to burn down the studio two minutes ago? And how did it manage to get that way?”
“...it was an accident. I was heating my pop tarts and the damn thing caught on fire.”
Jon raised an eyebrow. “Really. All of a sudden the toaster just decided that it’d had enough pop tarts and rebelled?”
“Well, no.” Stephen frowned, looking as if he was trying to word his explanation in a way that wouldn’t make him sound like a complete idiot. Jon mused that it was too late for that. “One of them got stuck, and I was trying to fish it out....”
“With?”
“A fork.”
“A fork?” Jon repeated, dumbstruck. “Stephen, for someone so damn smart, you really lack common sense sometimes. You’re just lucky I was around to save your ass.”
Stephen smiled a predatory smile. “How can I make it up to you?”
Oh, no, not that look.
Jon struggled to remember that they were in the staff room, where anyone and their brother could walk in on them.
He already knew a few of the female interns gossiped that he and Stephen were more than just ‘good buddies’ and he didn’t want to give them any fuel to add to the fire—pun not intended.
“Maybe you can,” Jon responded, swallowing. A knowing smirk took the place of the smile on Stephen’s face.
Bastard. He knows what he does to me. What thanks I get for saving his ass. See if I ever do that again.
Stephen moved to the door of the staff room, turned the little lock with a 'click', and headed closer to him, eventually trapping him up against the wall. As he kissed him thoroughly, Jon thought vaguely that he probably would do it again.
His hands slid down Stephen’s backside and squeezed.
It was such a nice ass, after all.