Themes 24-29
Title: Trouble Lurking
Pairing: Jon/"Stephen"
Rating: PG
Warnings: Nothing yet...
Summary: Stephen is a werewolf. Jon wants everything to make since again.
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners
Anderson hadn't stopped driving in two days. He would stop for gas and then hit the road again.
Stephen was undoubtedly happier now with Jon at his side. That first day with them all Jon did was sleep.
"You love him don't you?" Anderson said, sneaking looks at them in the rear view mirror.
It took every ounce of Stephen's will power to pry his eyes away from Jon's sleeping form. "I absolutely do not."
"It's perfectly normal you know. Loving him."
"I don't love him. Now drive." The way Stephen finished his sentence was in a small growl. The vibration tickled Jon's cheek as he continued to sleep on Stephen's chest.
"I had someone like Jon once."
Stephen said nothing but shifted in his seat so his arms were off of Jon. Stephen hated to stop touching him but Anderson's stare was burning a hole in his head.
"Haven't you wondered why I'm not scared of you?" Anderson asked.
"Jon isn't scared of me."
"I'm sure he used to be."
"What's your point?"
Anderson sighed. Stephen could see tears gathering in the sides of his eyes. "I'm sorry, Stephen."
Jon shifted on top of Stephen, placing his ice cold hands on the bare chest he had been laying on all night. Stephen smiled and let Jon settle into the curves of his chest, almost forgetting that he was in the middle of a conversation.
"Sorry for what?"
"I didn't take you away from your house to save you. And really it was just lucky that I heard that you were a werewolf. I know that you lied to Jon about who you told your secret to also."
Stephen's face fell. "Please don't tell him."
"I won't," Anderson said, trying to meet his eyes in the mirror. "But you should."
"So...why did you help me?"
"I didn't want to help you, and, no offense but you're kind of an asshole."
Stephen could have sworn he saw a smile spread across Jon's face. "Continue." Stephen growled.
"Well I was trying to find someone that I thought you might know...he was a werewolf too. But after we had started this trip I got a call saying that he had been experimented on."
"E-Experimented?" Stephen's voice shook with trepidation. He took Jon in his arms, not caring if Anderson was watching or not.
"I don't know how they found Keith...he was always so careful. But regardless it means we have trouble ahead."
"Keith Olbermann? Yes, I knew he was a werewolf but he wasn't experimented on. He was fired! I saw it on Fox News."
"You really think I would lie about this?"
"I don't know Cooper. Apparently you have lied to me before."
Anderson slammed on the brakes. Stephen used every ounce of strength he could muster to keep Jon from colliding into the seat ahead of him.
"And you have lied to Jon!"
The screeching tires had awoken Jon from his deep sleep, just in time for him to hear Anderson yell in Stephen's face.
"You lied to me?"
Title: Tears
Pairing: Jon/"Stephen"
Rating: PG
Warnings: Nothing yet...
Summary: Stephen is a werewolf. Jon wants everything to make since again.
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners
Stephen could feel them coming. Why? Why did everything have to go so badly, and when they were really going well?
He felt the sting on the sides of his eyelids and his throat start to tighten up. Jon was staring at him angrily, no longer curled into the perfect ball on his chest.
"Who Stephen? Who did you really tell?"
"Papa Bear." He choked.
"Bill O'Reilly?? Stephen he doesn't respect you at all! And quite frankly I'm pretty sure he hates you."
"That's impossible! Papa Bear and I are one in the same. He couldn't hate me unless he hates himself." Stephen said through uncontrollable sobs.
"I can't believe you. And I will never begin to understand why you need to achieve that-that idiot's love, Stephen! He's scum!"
That's when Stephen lost it. Tears streamed down his face in never ending streams. He reached for Jon beside him but he was no longer there.
The passenger seat was now filled by Jon, leaving the backseat empty and cold.
"Start the car." Jon said softly.
"Jon he's crying."
"Let him."
The engine sputtered back to life and they continued down the road far away from Washington D.C.
Title: Foreign
Pairing: Jon/"Stephen"
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Suggestiveness?
Summary: Stephen is a werewolf. Jon wants everything to make since again.
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners
The three men stopped at a tiny motel near Vermont. Their room only had one bed and a pullout couch, so they gave the bed to Jon who was still suffering from the aching gunshot wound in his leg.
Anderson took the pullout couch, leaving Stephen to sleep on the ground like the dog he was, as Jon put it.
Stephen couldn't sleep. His mind was still quite alert and feeling guilty for what he did to Jon. Both men were already fast asleep, but that didn't stop Stephen from crawling over to Jon's bedside.
"Jon...wake up."
Stephen gently shook his arm like he was a 4 year old getting ready to ask if he could sleep in bed with his parents.
Jon squinted his eyes open and groaned."What? Stephen-please go away."
"I'm sorry." Stephen breathed.
"What did you say?"
"I'm not used to that. Don't make me say it again."
Jon sat up. "I have to make sure I'm not dreaming."
"I-I'm sorry, Jon. For everything. I didn't mean for this to happen to you and I feel awful about it."
Jon raised both eyebrows in the air, surprised. When he didn't say anything Stephen growled and laid back down. "I hoped that would be good enough for you."
A boyish giggle erupted from up above him. "Come here." Jon laughed.
Stephen stood up and leaned over Jon's bedside. Jon patted the comforter next to him and Stephen eagerly crawled into bed.
Jon's body was so warm and foreign to him. His fingers explored his chest and stomach, getting more comfortable as he did so.
"Um Stephen? I'm trying to sleep."
Title: Sorrow
Pairing: Jon/"Stephen"
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Substance abuse...
Summary: Stephen is a werewolf. Jon wants everything to make since again.
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners
3:30 a.m. The glow of the alarm clock burned Anderson's eyes. He had been having trouble sleeping since Keith had been taken, mostly because the man wasn't sleeping next to him.
Anderson reached into his sleeve and pulled out a small bottle of whisky. He guessed he was so used to being drunk now that his driving wasn't affected. Drinking made him feel better. When he had heard someone talking about this in the past, he brushed it off and thought that it was just something addicts said to feel better about themselves. But drinking his sorrows were the only thing he looked forward to now. If Keith was alive...
Anderson couldn't even finish his sentence.
.................
Stephen woke up exceptionally happy. He slid out of bed easily, eliciting a small sigh from Jon who promptly flipped over to where Stephen had been laying. He guessed that Jon thought he was still there because of the warmth that his body left behind.
He stretched out his muscles and slowly moved into the shower, letting the water run for a minute before stepping beneath the streams.
His muscles ached and he hissed as the hot water poured down his face. He flipped open the shampoo and rubbed it into his hair gently. Sweet relief, if only for awhile.
Title: Happiness
Pairing: Jon/"Stephen"
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Pretty steamy stuff
Summary: Stephen is a werewolf. Jon wants everything to make since again.
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners
"Oh, Stephen. I'm sorry-I thought you would be dressed."
Stephen grumbled to himself and grabbed a towel. "It's not like you haven't seen me naked before."
"Yeah, I guess you're right."
Jon turned on the sink and began to splash water on his face in an attempt to wake himself up. He moved aside so Stephen could brush his teeth, wincing as he brushed the gums.
"Sore from yesterday?"
"YES, Jon. Any more stupid questions?"
Stephen was extra cranky in the morning so Jon tried his best to stay out of the way, but this he jus couldn't resist. "Just one."
Stephen threw his toothbrush angrily at the sink and spit out the remainder of the toothpaste still in his mouth. "What? What is it?"
"Can I...kiss you?"
Stephen simply stood there as Jon cupped his cheek and stood on his toes to gently place his lips to his.
A moan here, a flick of the tongue there. Shear bliss. A fire started in the pit of his stomach and a growl erupted from his throat. Stephen was such an animal now; something that he truly hated.
"Ngnh, Stephen...don't."
Stephen stopped to look down at him, and Jon's eyes fluttered open. Stephen embarrassingly clutched his towel and felt his face turn hot.
Jon quirked an eyebrow, his breathing still heavy and ragged. "I...was trying to say...don't stop."
A devilish grin spread over Stephen's face. He must have been doing a good job. A small idea hatched inside his brain and he leaned into Jon's neck to plant kisses there. He made his canine teeth grow, which would probably have ruined the mood if Jon saw him, but his eyes were closed in ecstasy. Stephen nipped at the soft skin of his neck and Jon gasped.
Stephen was finally happy.
Title: Under the Rain
Pairing: Jon/"Stephen"
Rating: PG
Warnings: Nothing yet...
Summary: Stephen is a werewolf. Jon wants everything to make since again.
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners
His paws were tired. He just needed to lay down. The gray wolf did for a few moments; laying his head in-between his large, long nailed paws. Until a familiar scent caught his nose.
He thought it was too good to be true when he picked up another scent. A werewolf. His four legs could not get him there fast enough.
..............
"We have to go, Stephen." Jon whispered.
"I don't want to. Something doesn't feel right. Like...like someone is trying to get our attention."
Anderson's brow furrowed, but he continued packing. Right as he reached for his shaving cream, the door came open. Rain was pouring down and the cold air hit the three men's faces as the door stayed open.
Stephen rose from where he had been sitting to investigate, but it was unnecessary. Keith Olbermann stepped in the doorway with no clothes and rain dripping from every inch of skin.
Anderson fainted.
Pairing: Jon/"Stephen"
Rating: PG
Warnings: Nothing yet...
Summary: Stephen is a werewolf. Jon wants everything to make since again.
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners
Anderson hadn't stopped driving in two days. He would stop for gas and then hit the road again.
Stephen was undoubtedly happier now with Jon at his side. That first day with them all Jon did was sleep.
"You love him don't you?" Anderson said, sneaking looks at them in the rear view mirror.
It took every ounce of Stephen's will power to pry his eyes away from Jon's sleeping form. "I absolutely do not."
"It's perfectly normal you know. Loving him."
"I don't love him. Now drive." The way Stephen finished his sentence was in a small growl. The vibration tickled Jon's cheek as he continued to sleep on Stephen's chest.
"I had someone like Jon once."
Stephen said nothing but shifted in his seat so his arms were off of Jon. Stephen hated to stop touching him but Anderson's stare was burning a hole in his head.
"Haven't you wondered why I'm not scared of you?" Anderson asked.
"Jon isn't scared of me."
"I'm sure he used to be."
"What's your point?"
Anderson sighed. Stephen could see tears gathering in the sides of his eyes. "I'm sorry, Stephen."
Jon shifted on top of Stephen, placing his ice cold hands on the bare chest he had been laying on all night. Stephen smiled and let Jon settle into the curves of his chest, almost forgetting that he was in the middle of a conversation.
"Sorry for what?"
"I didn't take you away from your house to save you. And really it was just lucky that I heard that you were a werewolf. I know that you lied to Jon about who you told your secret to also."
Stephen's face fell. "Please don't tell him."
"I won't," Anderson said, trying to meet his eyes in the mirror. "But you should."
"So...why did you help me?"
"I didn't want to help you, and, no offense but you're kind of an asshole."
Stephen could have sworn he saw a smile spread across Jon's face. "Continue." Stephen growled.
"Well I was trying to find someone that I thought you might know...he was a werewolf too. But after we had started this trip I got a call saying that he had been experimented on."
"E-Experimented?" Stephen's voice shook with trepidation. He took Jon in his arms, not caring if Anderson was watching or not.
"I don't know how they found Keith...he was always so careful. But regardless it means we have trouble ahead."
"Keith Olbermann? Yes, I knew he was a werewolf but he wasn't experimented on. He was fired! I saw it on Fox News."
"You really think I would lie about this?"
"I don't know Cooper. Apparently you have lied to me before."
Anderson slammed on the brakes. Stephen used every ounce of strength he could muster to keep Jon from colliding into the seat ahead of him.
"And you have lied to Jon!"
The screeching tires had awoken Jon from his deep sleep, just in time for him to hear Anderson yell in Stephen's face.
"You lied to me?"
Title: Tears
Pairing: Jon/"Stephen"
Rating: PG
Warnings: Nothing yet...
Summary: Stephen is a werewolf. Jon wants everything to make since again.
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners
Stephen could feel them coming. Why? Why did everything have to go so badly, and when they were really going well?
He felt the sting on the sides of his eyelids and his throat start to tighten up. Jon was staring at him angrily, no longer curled into the perfect ball on his chest.
"Who Stephen? Who did you really tell?"
"Papa Bear." He choked.
"Bill O'Reilly?? Stephen he doesn't respect you at all! And quite frankly I'm pretty sure he hates you."
"That's impossible! Papa Bear and I are one in the same. He couldn't hate me unless he hates himself." Stephen said through uncontrollable sobs.
"I can't believe you. And I will never begin to understand why you need to achieve that-that idiot's love, Stephen! He's scum!"
That's when Stephen lost it. Tears streamed down his face in never ending streams. He reached for Jon beside him but he was no longer there.
The passenger seat was now filled by Jon, leaving the backseat empty and cold.
"Start the car." Jon said softly.
"Jon he's crying."
"Let him."
The engine sputtered back to life and they continued down the road far away from Washington D.C.
Title: Foreign
Pairing: Jon/"Stephen"
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Suggestiveness?
Summary: Stephen is a werewolf. Jon wants everything to make since again.
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners
The three men stopped at a tiny motel near Vermont. Their room only had one bed and a pullout couch, so they gave the bed to Jon who was still suffering from the aching gunshot wound in his leg.
Anderson took the pullout couch, leaving Stephen to sleep on the ground like the dog he was, as Jon put it.
Stephen couldn't sleep. His mind was still quite alert and feeling guilty for what he did to Jon. Both men were already fast asleep, but that didn't stop Stephen from crawling over to Jon's bedside.
"Jon...wake up."
Stephen gently shook his arm like he was a 4 year old getting ready to ask if he could sleep in bed with his parents.
Jon squinted his eyes open and groaned."What? Stephen-please go away."
"I'm sorry." Stephen breathed.
"What did you say?"
"I'm not used to that. Don't make me say it again."
Jon sat up. "I have to make sure I'm not dreaming."
"I-I'm sorry, Jon. For everything. I didn't mean for this to happen to you and I feel awful about it."
Jon raised both eyebrows in the air, surprised. When he didn't say anything Stephen growled and laid back down. "I hoped that would be good enough for you."
A boyish giggle erupted from up above him. "Come here." Jon laughed.
Stephen stood up and leaned over Jon's bedside. Jon patted the comforter next to him and Stephen eagerly crawled into bed.
Jon's body was so warm and foreign to him. His fingers explored his chest and stomach, getting more comfortable as he did so.
"Um Stephen? I'm trying to sleep."
Title: Sorrow
Pairing: Jon/"Stephen"
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Substance abuse...
Summary: Stephen is a werewolf. Jon wants everything to make since again.
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners
3:30 a.m. The glow of the alarm clock burned Anderson's eyes. He had been having trouble sleeping since Keith had been taken, mostly because the man wasn't sleeping next to him.
Anderson reached into his sleeve and pulled out a small bottle of whisky. He guessed he was so used to being drunk now that his driving wasn't affected. Drinking made him feel better. When he had heard someone talking about this in the past, he brushed it off and thought that it was just something addicts said to feel better about themselves. But drinking his sorrows were the only thing he looked forward to now. If Keith was alive...
Anderson couldn't even finish his sentence.
.................
Stephen woke up exceptionally happy. He slid out of bed easily, eliciting a small sigh from Jon who promptly flipped over to where Stephen had been laying. He guessed that Jon thought he was still there because of the warmth that his body left behind.
He stretched out his muscles and slowly moved into the shower, letting the water run for a minute before stepping beneath the streams.
His muscles ached and he hissed as the hot water poured down his face. He flipped open the shampoo and rubbed it into his hair gently. Sweet relief, if only for awhile.
Title: Happiness
Pairing: Jon/"Stephen"
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Pretty steamy stuff
Summary: Stephen is a werewolf. Jon wants everything to make since again.
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners
"Oh, Stephen. I'm sorry-I thought you would be dressed."
Stephen grumbled to himself and grabbed a towel. "It's not like you haven't seen me naked before."
"Yeah, I guess you're right."
Jon turned on the sink and began to splash water on his face in an attempt to wake himself up. He moved aside so Stephen could brush his teeth, wincing as he brushed the gums.
"Sore from yesterday?"
"YES, Jon. Any more stupid questions?"
Stephen was extra cranky in the morning so Jon tried his best to stay out of the way, but this he jus couldn't resist. "Just one."
Stephen threw his toothbrush angrily at the sink and spit out the remainder of the toothpaste still in his mouth. "What? What is it?"
"Can I...kiss you?"
Stephen simply stood there as Jon cupped his cheek and stood on his toes to gently place his lips to his.
A moan here, a flick of the tongue there. Shear bliss. A fire started in the pit of his stomach and a growl erupted from his throat. Stephen was such an animal now; something that he truly hated.
"Ngnh, Stephen...don't."
Stephen stopped to look down at him, and Jon's eyes fluttered open. Stephen embarrassingly clutched his towel and felt his face turn hot.
Jon quirked an eyebrow, his breathing still heavy and ragged. "I...was trying to say...don't stop."
A devilish grin spread over Stephen's face. He must have been doing a good job. A small idea hatched inside his brain and he leaned into Jon's neck to plant kisses there. He made his canine teeth grow, which would probably have ruined the mood if Jon saw him, but his eyes were closed in ecstasy. Stephen nipped at the soft skin of his neck and Jon gasped.
Stephen was finally happy.
Title: Under the Rain
Pairing: Jon/"Stephen"
Rating: PG
Warnings: Nothing yet...
Summary: Stephen is a werewolf. Jon wants everything to make since again.
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners
His paws were tired. He just needed to lay down. The gray wolf did for a few moments; laying his head in-between his large, long nailed paws. Until a familiar scent caught his nose.
He thought it was too good to be true when he picked up another scent. A werewolf. His four legs could not get him there fast enough.
..............
"We have to go, Stephen." Jon whispered.
"I don't want to. Something doesn't feel right. Like...like someone is trying to get our attention."
Anderson's brow furrowed, but he continued packing. Right as he reached for his shaving cream, the door came open. Rain was pouring down and the cold air hit the three men's faces as the door stayed open.
Stephen rose from where he had been sitting to investigate, but it was unnecessary. Keith Olbermann stepped in the doorway with no clothes and rain dripping from every inch of skin.
Anderson fainted.