I Just Want the Truthiness! Part 4
Title: I Just Want the Truthiness!
Author: kkbeatlesfan
Pairing: Jon Stewart/Stephen Colbert
Setting: Boston, July 2004
Rating: PG-13 for language
Disclaimer: Any similarity between the fictional version of the person portrayed here and the actual person is purely coincidental. This is a work of fiction. This is not an attempt to defame the character of said person on the basis of libel, as the work is FICTIONAL (and NOT an intently false statement created with the express purpose of misleading others about the actual character of said person).
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Author's Note: Hey! I know it's been a few weeks since my last update, but personally I'm just waiting for school to end and summer to come. It lets my mind relax a little bit and just come up with good story ideas and such, so I hope that you'll stay tuned for the later chapters of this that I'll hopefully get done this summer when my brain is just set free to be creative. I promise that things won't get too crazy. :D Like, I don't think that Stephen and Jon are having a baby in this one… maybe next time. Spoiler alert… too late. Haha
Jon quickly glanced at his expensive watch as he exited the bus trailing Ed, Rob, and Samantha, with Stephen nipping at his heels. They had arrived at the Boston University campus, ready to take on their weeklong stay by living in the cramped dorm rooms. A crew had been working for days to get the actual Daily Show set in place, complete with projection screens, audio equipment, and a big, beautiful oak desk for Jon to perch behind every night. It almost felt like home.
Jon's brisk pace was making it difficult for Stephen to catch up to him. He looked on edge and incredibly nervous, and seeing him that way made Stephen want to just sneak in a quick kiss on his tanned neck, an assurance to let him know everything was okay. In a brave move, he stepped a little closer, and even caught a whiff of his musky cologne, and he was enjoying it immensely.
"Why are you so close?" Jon asked with a nervous chuckle. The others whirled around to look at Jon, so Stephen immediately backed off. It was becoming difficult for Jon to simply downplay his feelings for his beloved coworker, but he had suddenly reasoned with himself that their involvement romantically just couldn't happen.
"I'm sorry, Jon… I didn't realize…"
"It's okay… you just keep stepping on my heels."
Stephen felt a sudden pang of rejection and regret. Apparently Jon didn't think of him in a romantic way at all like he did, and it was beginning to break his heart. He hung his head low and kept a low profile as the dean of the university showed them the newly-rebuilt set of The Daily Show in one wing, the quad that was bustling with students lugging heavy backpacks filled with textbooks, and finally the dorm hall.
"Does each dorm have its own shower and everything?" Ed asked the tall, brown-haired man.
"Yes, in each of these dorms, they have recently been renovated to include a full bathroom," he replied.
Stephen just couldn't take any more of the boring questions. He just wanted to know which of the males of the group he'd be sharing a room with, Ed, Rob, or Jon, and he was secretly crossing his fingers for Jon. His feelings were so strong for that man that he just couldn't stop thinking about him, and that kiss had to mean something, didn't it?
The dean handed a key to Rob, one to Samantha, and the other to Jon. Jon turned the shining silver key over in the palm of his hand and glanced up to lock eyes with Stephen, who was watching him intently.
"Do you want to share a room?" he asked shyly with a slight smirk.
"Yeah… I guess so…" Stephen tried to downplay his expression of excitement.
Jon clicked the key into the lock of the metal knob and swung the wooden door open to find nothing but two twin-sized beds on opposite sides of the dimly-illuminated room, the mattresses covered in simple white sheets. The two men placed their suitcases on their selected beds, Stephen on the right and Jon on the left, and admired the room.
"Not too bad, eh?" Jon noted as he looked down at the relatively clean carpeting and walls. His own college dorm looked much messier, with sweaty soccer gear thrown about amongst opened textbooks, unfinished rough drafts, and empty packs of cigarettes.
"Yeah, it's okay."
Stephen fell back onto the mattress and closed his eyes for a moment to become entranced in thought. He heard Jon hurriedly unzipping his suitcase and setting out his clothes as he drifted off to daydream. He thought about confronting Jon about that kiss while he was supposed to be sleeping, but when he finally conjured up the right words, Jon was ready to head down to the set.
"Come on, Stephen, we have to go down for filming pretty soon!" he said as he stepped out the door.
Stephen warily stood up and followed him through the dim hallways that were crowded by the occasional group of students chatting loudly about their classes. Some seemed sullen, as if they had been evicted by their roommate so they could enjoy an eventful evening with their significant other. Stephen didn't miss that aspect of college at all: he was always the one getting kicked out while his roommate was making out on Stephen's bed with a beautiful girl.
Jon raced across the quad, just straining to get away from his thoughts of Stephen just for one second. He hadn't planned for it to be this way, but now his heart began to pound every time those big, brown puppy-dog eyes met his. This shit is ridiculous, he thought as he raced through a group of eager freshmen clutching heavy textbooks, I can't be in love with him just like that, but I've never felt this way before.
Stephen once again struggled to keep up with his pace, and before long he was pleading for him to slow down.
"Jon! Jon! Just wait a second!" he panted. Jon surprisingly came to a halt immediately, and his glance met Stephen's once again, but quickly diverted to the cobblestone sidewalk.
"What?" he snapped, clutching his script tightly in his fist.
"I just don't get what the rush is!"
Jon sighed deeply and regained his train of thought. It's about fucking time we get this shit straightened out.
"Stephen… sit down on that bench over there, we need to talk."
Jon led the way to the only empty wooden bench in the quad and sat down as he ran his fingers through his graying hair.
"Jon, I actually have something I need to tell you," Stephen suggested.
Not quite ready to admit his own revelation, Jon waited for Stephen to proceed.
"I really like you, Jon… and I know that you kissed me when we were on the bus."
"Stephen, we can't do this. We're both married, and…"
"Shh, just let me finish. I think that we can make all of this work out in its own way, if we just work a little harder at it."
Jon was about to reply as he noticed Ed and Rob approaching from over Stephen's shoulder.
"What are you guys up to? Shouldn't you be going to makeup pretty soon?" Rob asked.
"Yeah, we were going to head over there in a minute," Stephen snapped.
"That's where we're going right now." Jon added in a friendlier tone.
"Well, we're heading over right now, because we need to get our makeup done to film our segments first," Ed explained.
"Okay, thanks," Jon sighed as he watched them walk away and waited for them to get out of earshot.
"Like I was saying, I think we can work it out," Stephen said with that usual gleam in his eye.
Jon just sat there in silence for a moment as he wracked his brain for answers. Damn, he wanted to just kiss Stephen so badly, but he still wasn't sure. Stephen was still looking at him like a beaten puppy, and he just couldn't take it anymore.
"Come on, Jon, say something," Stephen coaxed.
Without another word between them, Jon looked behind him to see that Rob, Ed, and Samantha were clearly out of view before quickly reaching over and planting a real kiss on Stephen's soft lips. Stephen welcomed him warmly by reaching up to rub his hand gently across his face while in their lip lock. Jon's breath tasted sweet, and Stephen was enjoying it immensely. Every inch of the man (all 67 inches) was turning him on, electrifying him, and he never wanted to let go.
But then Jon let go. Stephen still had his face fixed in his hands, and Jon's beautiful bright blue eyes met his. A smirk appeared on his face, and he went in for another lengthy smooch. This time, Stephen slid his arms further down his waist and he securely wrapped himself around him. They finally pulled away before Jon could come up with his answer.
"We'll talk about this later," he said briefly before wriggling loose from Stephen's grip and leaving the bench. He looked around to catch unknowing glares from college students from all around the quad, but those people had no idea what they were missing. He swiped his lips with the back of his hand quickly and began walking at a slower pace than last time, letting Stephen catch up to him and entwine their fingers as they strolled along the quad. For being incredibly brief with him, Stephen knew exactly what Jon meant, and he was on the exact same page.
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