ROK Fic: Can You Hear Me Now - Part 2, Live Free or Die Hard, John/Matt, FRAO
Title: Can You Hear Me Now? (Part 2)
Author: CPWatcher
Fandom: Live Free or Die Hard
Pairing: John McClane/Matt Farrell
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Rating: FRAO
Prompt: Holly finds out about John's new lover
Kink: jealousy, conflict, verbal spewage, anger
Prompter: particlesofgale
For: Rounds of Kink, Round Five, Day Seven
Author's Note: So my phone manual says this can't ever accidentally happen, but just in case, I always hang up the phone after three-way calling and call waitng. Hope the colors don't annoy, I wanted a way to show simultaneous conversations.
Can You Hear Me Now? (Part 2)
As Holly was about to hang up the speakerphone, she heard John’s voice. She realized John hadn’t hung up the phone correctly, and in fact had started a three-way call. She listened quietly.
John McClane: Kid.
Matt Farrell: Hey.
John McClane: What happened to you?
Matt Farrell: Turned my head and hit a bad cell zone, got no reception and the call dropped. What’s wrong?
John McClane: Nothing.
Matt Farrell: Doesn’t sound like nothing. Who was on the phone?
John McClane: The ex.
Matt Farrell: Holly?
John McClane: Yeah.
Matt Farrell: What did she want? That is, if you don’t mind my asking?
John McClane: What do all women want, Kid? She just wanted to bitch at me.
Matt Farrell: Damn. Well is there anything I can do to make it better?
John McClane: You can hurry up and get your ass back here, so I can have my fucking dessert.
Matt Farrell: Kind of a long line here, 20 minutes, tops. And fucking for dessert is exactly what I had in mind…
John McClane: You and me both, Kid. Already hard for you, so hurry up and get your ass…
Holly Gennero: Oh my god. You’re fucking a man?
John McClane: Holly?
Matt Farrell: Holly?
Holly Gennero: You’re fucking gay?
John McClane: What the fuck are you doing on this line?
Matt Farrell: John? Didn’t you hang up before you called me?
Matt quickly walked out of the meat market, hurriedly making his way back to the apartment.
Holly Gennero: It’s called three-way calling. You don’t know how to use the fucking phone John, too busy shoving your cock up some fag’s ass to learn.
John McClane: Watch you mouth, Holly.
Holly Gennero: You watch your fucking mouth. You lied. You and Lucy lied. She didn’t watch you get a blowjob from some fucking woman.
Hearing her mother arguing again, Lucy picked up her extension.
Matt Farrell: What? Lucy saw us? What? When? Shit.
John McClane: Don’t worry about it, Kid. I took care of it.
Holly Gennero: Like Hell. You’re fucking screwing a man in front of your daughter and all you can say is you took care of it?
Lucy McClane: He wasn’t fucking Matt. It was just a blowjob. Damn Mother, stop making such a big fucking deal out of this.
Matt Farrell: Lucy?
Lucy McClane: Hey Matt. Sorry.
Holly Gennero: You know him, Lucy? You knew who it was and still you didn’t tell me?
John McClane: It’s none of your damn business.
Holly Gennero: Well I’m making it my business, John. Matt? Matt? Is that the guy from the last big mess you started, John? That kid?
John McClane: I didn’t start that shit, Holly. I never start any of this shit.
Lucy McClane: Matt’s not a kid Mother.
Matt Farrell: I’m not a kid, I’m 24 years old.
Holly Gennero: Baby, as far as I’m concerned, you’re still a child until you’re 30. Hell, you’re just barely old as Lucy. You’re only a year older than John, Jr. … Shit … Not only are you some fucking pervert John, but you’re some fucking pedophile too? Oh my god? You are a pedophile. Did you ever… with John Jr.
John McClane: Are you out of your fucking mind!
Lucy McClane: Mother, how could you?
Holly McClane: How could I? Your father’s the one going around fucking children up the ass. And having you watch while he does his perverted sex acts, that’s just sick.
Matt Farrell: OK. OK. That’s enough, bitch.
Holly Gennero: Who you calling bitch?
Matt Farrell: You, you fucking hag.
Holly Gennero: John! You gonna stand there and let him say that to me.
Matt Farrell: And just who the fuck do you think *you* are?
Holly Gennero: His wife.
Matt Farrell: *Ex wife*.
Holly Gennero: I’m still the mother of his children.
Matt Farrell: Yeah, through no fault of theirs, I’m sure. No offense, Lucy.
Lucy McClane: None taken Matt.
Holly Gennero: Listen you little faggot, you don’t know who the fuck you’re dealing with.
Matt Farrell: Yeah, yeah, I think I do. Some bitch who wouldn’t know her ass from a hole in the ground.
Holly Gennero: Listen you little prick…
Matt Farrell: No you listen, bitch. How dare you fucking accuse John of being a pedophile and against your son no less? You’re the sick fuck.
Holly Gennero: Well he’s fucking you, and you’re just some lousy computer hacking kid, who probably opened his ass up just to stay out of jail.
Matt Farrell: Listen, you don’t know shit about me…
Holly Gennero: Oh, I know enough to know that it’s likely the only reason John is even fucking your ass is because you’re a cheap fucking whore. How many tricks do you turn a night?
John McClane: Watch your mouth Holly.
Holly Gennero: Oh you’ll defend him, some kid you’ve only known for, what, three months?
Matt Farrell: Yeah, and in three month’s time I’ve treated John better than you ever fucking have in all the years you were together.
Holly Gennero: You wish.
Matt Farrell: And another thing, *Ms. Gennero*. You think I don’t know why you suddenly care about what hole John is sticking his dick into? Oh I know why.
Holly Gennero: You don’t know shit…
Matt Farrell: Yeah, you want to pretend it’s all because of what poor little Lucy saw. But you couldn’t give two shits about who Lucy saw screwing except that it meant John was fucking someone else and not trailing after your broke old ass. You didn’t talk to John for half a year before the fire sale, and it’s only now, now that you know he’s with somebody else that you even bothered to call. But I *know* you saw his face plastered over every fucking newspaper in the country. Only when you figure he’s fucking some women do you get your panties all in a bunch. Well, news flash, Holly. You gave him up a long time ago. Don’t think you can try and put your fucking claws back into him now.
Holly Gennero: If I wanted John I could have him back just like…
Matt Farrell: …Yeah, ah… No. See, that’s the thing… you never fucking wanted John… You said he was too possessive, too domineering, wanted to have too much control.
Holly Gennero: John, you told him that?
Matt Farrell: Yeah, he told me. And you know what Holly? All the fucking things you hated about John are all the things I love about him. Men don’t change much, no matter how fucking hard you women try to make us. So I know that John has always been the same way he is now. And I’m fine with that.
Holly Gennero: John needed to change.
Matt Farrell: No, that’s where you’re wrong. What makes John special, what makes him *that guy* is that fact that he gives a shit. And if he really cares about someone, he’ll move hell and high water to make sure they are ok. Hell, he fucking went up against an F15 and won for fuck’s sake. He did it for Lucy, to get her back, during the fire sale.
John McClane: I did it for you too, Kid.
Matt Farrell: Yeah… I know…
Holly Gennero: Yeah, so all your so-called *feelings* for John is nothing more than gratitude. You just opened your ass to say ‘thank you for saving my fucking life’.
Matt Farrell: Ha! Honestly, I opened my ass for John because he’s hung like a fucking horse, and built like a brick shit house, and he fucks me like the sun rises and sets in my ass. Having been on the receiving end, I *know* you know what I’m talking about, don’t you Holly? I bet you miss it too, don’t you, John’s big dick? But you know what? To answer your question, yeah, maybe, at first, I’ll admit, there was quite a bit of gratitude in my wanting to be with John initially. Hell, he fucking saved my life more times than I care to even count. Who in their right mind wouldn’t open their shit up in appreciation for something like that? Even you can’t stand there and tell me you didn’t put out for John after he saved your life all those times. Hell, you should have still been spreading your legs for the man, as often as he’s saved your ass, and for all the shit that he’s gone through for you, all the bruises and pain, when all was said and done. I might have had a little hero worship going on at first. But it took me no time at all to realize how much I loved John. Yeah, I fucking love John. You had your chance. You could have still had him if you really wanted him. But what did you do, you served him with some fucking divorce papers.
Holly Gennero: You fucking little slut. You don’t know shit about what happened between John and me.
Matt Farrell: Don’t I? Computer hacker here. And your company’s firewall blows. I know *all* your dirty little secrets, bitch. You of all people should not be calling anyone a slut. Not while you lay on *your* back, taking it from *your* boss, to get the window office that you have.
John McClane: What?
Holly Gennero: Shut the fuck up.
Matt Farrell: You didn’t know John? Come on, really? She couldn’t have had you snowed that well. If so, then, damn bitch, you deserve a fucking Oscar.
John McClane: Stop fucking around Matt and tell me.
Holly Gennero: Don’t you dare.
Matt Farrell: You wife, ex wife, but wife at the time, got fucked on a regular basis by her boss, Mr. Takagi, and his sons.
Holly Gennero: He’s lying
Lucy McClane: What?
John McClane: Is that fucking true, Matt?
Matt Farrell: Yeah. I found documents of their ‘dictation’ sessions in the company email system.
Holly Gennero: He’s lying. He’s lying.
Matt Farrell: Bullshit. John you already knew that Takagi and family didn’t give a rat’s ass about Americans in their company. They don’t now, and they certainly didn’t 15 - 20 years ago. And in their eyes the only place for a Japanese woman, is naked, under them in bed. They didn’t respect their females, but even the Japanese female has more stature than American males in their eyesight.
John McClane: Yeah, so, Kid?
Matt Farrell: So if they don’t look at their own women as more than sex slaves, what the hell you think they thought of an American female. Especially one so fucking aggressive as Holly? She was just their fuck toy.
Holly Gennero: You asshole!
Matt Farrell: Yeah, they gave her an office, brass nameplate on the door, even paid her well, had to be politically correct you know. But she’s nothing more than a full-time courtesan, to be fucked by any and every Japanese man who wants her.
Holly Gennero: You lousy son of a bitch!
Matt Farrell: I’m not the only one who takes it up the ass, am I Holly? Because the Takagi men really like to play with their sex toys, and Baby Boy Takagi was the worst of the bunch wasn’t he? Probably all those nights you’d come home wanting to get a little something John, and Holly complained of a headache, from after a big meeting. More likely every fucking hole she has was fucked raw. She got a *meating* all right. Some Japanese sausage.
John McClane: Is this shit true Holly? You slept your way up the corporate ladder?
Matt Farrell: You mean you really didn’t know. Damn, John, I’m sorry.
John McClane: No, Kid. Don’t worry about it.
Holly Gennero: What the fuck does it matter. You weren’t ever fucking home to notice anyway.
Lucy McClane: Neither were you. Maria and Luisa basically raised John and me. You both were MIA. At least when Daddy came home, he spent time with us. You fucking went to your office, or some fund-raiser. John and I always knew where Daddy was. We always knew where we stood with him. Even after you fucking took us away from him. At least he called sometimes…
John McClane: Baby I called you every week. Your mother wouldn’t always let me talk to you kids, but I called every fucking week.
Matt Farrell: Damn, you are one *evil* fucking bitch. You only wanted John when it was convenient for you. *AND* you denied your children access to their father. You’re a real piece of work *Ms.* Holly Gennero.
John McClane: Yeah, a real fucking piece of work. And I’ve had enough of hearing about this shit. Matt, hang up the phone. Lucy, time for you to get off too.
Lucy McClane: But Daddy..
Matt Farrell: John…
John McClane: Enough! Both of you hang up the fucking phone. Now!
Matt Farrell: OK
Lucy McClane: Bye Daddy, Matt.
~*~*~*~ To Be Continued in Part 3 ~*~*~*~
Author: CPWatcher
Fandom: Live Free or Die Hard
Pairing: John McClane/Matt Farrell
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Rating: FRAO
Prompt: Holly finds out about John's new lover
Kink: jealousy, conflict, verbal spewage, anger
Prompter: particlesofgale
For: Rounds of Kink, Round Five, Day Seven
Author's Note: So my phone manual says this can't ever accidentally happen, but just in case, I always hang up the phone after three-way calling and call waitng. Hope the colors don't annoy, I wanted a way to show simultaneous conversations.
Can You Hear Me Now? (Part 2)
As Holly was about to hang up the speakerphone, she heard John’s voice. She realized John hadn’t hung up the phone correctly, and in fact had started a three-way call. She listened quietly.
John McClane: Kid.
Matt Farrell: Hey.
John McClane: What happened to you?
Matt Farrell: Turned my head and hit a bad cell zone, got no reception and the call dropped. What’s wrong?
John McClane: Nothing.
Matt Farrell: Doesn’t sound like nothing. Who was on the phone?
John McClane: The ex.
Matt Farrell: Holly?
John McClane: Yeah.
Matt Farrell: What did she want? That is, if you don’t mind my asking?
John McClane: What do all women want, Kid? She just wanted to bitch at me.
Matt Farrell: Damn. Well is there anything I can do to make it better?
John McClane: You can hurry up and get your ass back here, so I can have my fucking dessert.
Matt Farrell: Kind of a long line here, 20 minutes, tops. And fucking for dessert is exactly what I had in mind…
John McClane: You and me both, Kid. Already hard for you, so hurry up and get your ass…
Holly Gennero: Oh my god. You’re fucking a man?
John McClane: Holly?
Matt Farrell: Holly?
Holly Gennero: You’re fucking gay?
John McClane: What the fuck are you doing on this line?
Matt Farrell: John? Didn’t you hang up before you called me?
Matt quickly walked out of the meat market, hurriedly making his way back to the apartment.
Holly Gennero: It’s called three-way calling. You don’t know how to use the fucking phone John, too busy shoving your cock up some fag’s ass to learn.
John McClane: Watch you mouth, Holly.
Holly Gennero: You watch your fucking mouth. You lied. You and Lucy lied. She didn’t watch you get a blowjob from some fucking woman.
Hearing her mother arguing again, Lucy picked up her extension.
Matt Farrell: What? Lucy saw us? What? When? Shit.
John McClane: Don’t worry about it, Kid. I took care of it.
Holly Gennero: Like Hell. You’re fucking screwing a man in front of your daughter and all you can say is you took care of it?
Lucy McClane: He wasn’t fucking Matt. It was just a blowjob. Damn Mother, stop making such a big fucking deal out of this.
Matt Farrell: Lucy?
Lucy McClane: Hey Matt. Sorry.
Holly Gennero: You know him, Lucy? You knew who it was and still you didn’t tell me?
John McClane: It’s none of your damn business.
Holly Gennero: Well I’m making it my business, John. Matt? Matt? Is that the guy from the last big mess you started, John? That kid?
John McClane: I didn’t start that shit, Holly. I never start any of this shit.
Lucy McClane: Matt’s not a kid Mother.
Matt Farrell: I’m not a kid, I’m 24 years old.
Holly Gennero: Baby, as far as I’m concerned, you’re still a child until you’re 30. Hell, you’re just barely old as Lucy. You’re only a year older than John, Jr. … Shit … Not only are you some fucking pervert John, but you’re some fucking pedophile too? Oh my god? You are a pedophile. Did you ever… with John Jr.
John McClane: Are you out of your fucking mind!
Lucy McClane: Mother, how could you?
Holly McClane: How could I? Your father’s the one going around fucking children up the ass. And having you watch while he does his perverted sex acts, that’s just sick.
Matt Farrell: OK. OK. That’s enough, bitch.
Holly Gennero: Who you calling bitch?
Matt Farrell: You, you fucking hag.
Holly Gennero: John! You gonna stand there and let him say that to me.
Matt Farrell: And just who the fuck do you think *you* are?
Holly Gennero: His wife.
Matt Farrell: *Ex wife*.
Holly Gennero: I’m still the mother of his children.
Matt Farrell: Yeah, through no fault of theirs, I’m sure. No offense, Lucy.
Lucy McClane: None taken Matt.
Holly Gennero: Listen you little faggot, you don’t know who the fuck you’re dealing with.
Matt Farrell: Yeah, yeah, I think I do. Some bitch who wouldn’t know her ass from a hole in the ground.
Holly Gennero: Listen you little prick…
Matt Farrell: No you listen, bitch. How dare you fucking accuse John of being a pedophile and against your son no less? You’re the sick fuck.
Holly Gennero: Well he’s fucking you, and you’re just some lousy computer hacking kid, who probably opened his ass up just to stay out of jail.
Matt Farrell: Listen, you don’t know shit about me…
Holly Gennero: Oh, I know enough to know that it’s likely the only reason John is even fucking your ass is because you’re a cheap fucking whore. How many tricks do you turn a night?
John McClane: Watch your mouth Holly.
Holly Gennero: Oh you’ll defend him, some kid you’ve only known for, what, three months?
Matt Farrell: Yeah, and in three month’s time I’ve treated John better than you ever fucking have in all the years you were together.
Holly Gennero: You wish.
Matt Farrell: And another thing, *Ms. Gennero*. You think I don’t know why you suddenly care about what hole John is sticking his dick into? Oh I know why.
Holly Gennero: You don’t know shit…
Matt Farrell: Yeah, you want to pretend it’s all because of what poor little Lucy saw. But you couldn’t give two shits about who Lucy saw screwing except that it meant John was fucking someone else and not trailing after your broke old ass. You didn’t talk to John for half a year before the fire sale, and it’s only now, now that you know he’s with somebody else that you even bothered to call. But I *know* you saw his face plastered over every fucking newspaper in the country. Only when you figure he’s fucking some women do you get your panties all in a bunch. Well, news flash, Holly. You gave him up a long time ago. Don’t think you can try and put your fucking claws back into him now.
Holly Gennero: If I wanted John I could have him back just like…
Matt Farrell: …Yeah, ah… No. See, that’s the thing… you never fucking wanted John… You said he was too possessive, too domineering, wanted to have too much control.
Holly Gennero: John, you told him that?
Matt Farrell: Yeah, he told me. And you know what Holly? All the fucking things you hated about John are all the things I love about him. Men don’t change much, no matter how fucking hard you women try to make us. So I know that John has always been the same way he is now. And I’m fine with that.
Holly Gennero: John needed to change.
Matt Farrell: No, that’s where you’re wrong. What makes John special, what makes him *that guy* is that fact that he gives a shit. And if he really cares about someone, he’ll move hell and high water to make sure they are ok. Hell, he fucking went up against an F15 and won for fuck’s sake. He did it for Lucy, to get her back, during the fire sale.
John McClane: I did it for you too, Kid.
Matt Farrell: Yeah… I know…
Holly Gennero: Yeah, so all your so-called *feelings* for John is nothing more than gratitude. You just opened your ass to say ‘thank you for saving my fucking life’.
Matt Farrell: Ha! Honestly, I opened my ass for John because he’s hung like a fucking horse, and built like a brick shit house, and he fucks me like the sun rises and sets in my ass. Having been on the receiving end, I *know* you know what I’m talking about, don’t you Holly? I bet you miss it too, don’t you, John’s big dick? But you know what? To answer your question, yeah, maybe, at first, I’ll admit, there was quite a bit of gratitude in my wanting to be with John initially. Hell, he fucking saved my life more times than I care to even count. Who in their right mind wouldn’t open their shit up in appreciation for something like that? Even you can’t stand there and tell me you didn’t put out for John after he saved your life all those times. Hell, you should have still been spreading your legs for the man, as often as he’s saved your ass, and for all the shit that he’s gone through for you, all the bruises and pain, when all was said and done. I might have had a little hero worship going on at first. But it took me no time at all to realize how much I loved John. Yeah, I fucking love John. You had your chance. You could have still had him if you really wanted him. But what did you do, you served him with some fucking divorce papers.
Holly Gennero: You fucking little slut. You don’t know shit about what happened between John and me.
Matt Farrell: Don’t I? Computer hacker here. And your company’s firewall blows. I know *all* your dirty little secrets, bitch. You of all people should not be calling anyone a slut. Not while you lay on *your* back, taking it from *your* boss, to get the window office that you have.
John McClane: What?
Holly Gennero: Shut the fuck up.
Matt Farrell: You didn’t know John? Come on, really? She couldn’t have had you snowed that well. If so, then, damn bitch, you deserve a fucking Oscar.
John McClane: Stop fucking around Matt and tell me.
Holly Gennero: Don’t you dare.
Matt Farrell: You wife, ex wife, but wife at the time, got fucked on a regular basis by her boss, Mr. Takagi, and his sons.
Holly Gennero: He’s lying
Lucy McClane: What?
John McClane: Is that fucking true, Matt?
Matt Farrell: Yeah. I found documents of their ‘dictation’ sessions in the company email system.
Holly Gennero: He’s lying. He’s lying.
Matt Farrell: Bullshit. John you already knew that Takagi and family didn’t give a rat’s ass about Americans in their company. They don’t now, and they certainly didn’t 15 - 20 years ago. And in their eyes the only place for a Japanese woman, is naked, under them in bed. They didn’t respect their females, but even the Japanese female has more stature than American males in their eyesight.
John McClane: Yeah, so, Kid?
Matt Farrell: So if they don’t look at their own women as more than sex slaves, what the hell you think they thought of an American female. Especially one so fucking aggressive as Holly? She was just their fuck toy.
Holly Gennero: You asshole!
Matt Farrell: Yeah, they gave her an office, brass nameplate on the door, even paid her well, had to be politically correct you know. But she’s nothing more than a full-time courtesan, to be fucked by any and every Japanese man who wants her.
Holly Gennero: You lousy son of a bitch!
Matt Farrell: I’m not the only one who takes it up the ass, am I Holly? Because the Takagi men really like to play with their sex toys, and Baby Boy Takagi was the worst of the bunch wasn’t he? Probably all those nights you’d come home wanting to get a little something John, and Holly complained of a headache, from after a big meeting. More likely every fucking hole she has was fucked raw. She got a *meating* all right. Some Japanese sausage.
John McClane: Is this shit true Holly? You slept your way up the corporate ladder?
Matt Farrell: You mean you really didn’t know. Damn, John, I’m sorry.
John McClane: No, Kid. Don’t worry about it.
Holly Gennero: What the fuck does it matter. You weren’t ever fucking home to notice anyway.
Lucy McClane: Neither were you. Maria and Luisa basically raised John and me. You both were MIA. At least when Daddy came home, he spent time with us. You fucking went to your office, or some fund-raiser. John and I always knew where Daddy was. We always knew where we stood with him. Even after you fucking took us away from him. At least he called sometimes…
John McClane: Baby I called you every week. Your mother wouldn’t always let me talk to you kids, but I called every fucking week.
Matt Farrell: Damn, you are one *evil* fucking bitch. You only wanted John when it was convenient for you. *AND* you denied your children access to their father. You’re a real piece of work *Ms.* Holly Gennero.
John McClane: Yeah, a real fucking piece of work. And I’ve had enough of hearing about this shit. Matt, hang up the phone. Lucy, time for you to get off too.
Lucy McClane: But Daddy..
Matt Farrell: John…
John McClane: Enough! Both of you hang up the fucking phone. Now!
Matt Farrell: OK
Lucy McClane: Bye Daddy, Matt.
~*~*~*~ To Be Continued in Part 3 ~*~*~*~