I Just Want the Truthiness! (5/?)
Title: I Just Want the Truthiness!
Author: kkbeatlesfan
Pairing: Jon Stewart/Stephen Colbert
Setting: Boston, July 2004
Rating: PG-13 for language
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After Jon and Stephen arrived on the set, they were whisked away into the makeup chair alongside the other correspondents for a good fifteen minutes, then Jon became surrounded by people shoving scripts at him. He grabbed one and did only a quick read-through before running off to the wardrobe department to deliver it to Stephen. He walked into the dressing room to find him standing there, his white shirt completely unbuttoned and a red striped tie hanging over one of the clothing racks. Jon had to admit he looked gorgeous, but he coyly propped himself up in the doorway and smirked.
"Hey," he said softly, still being taken in by his looks, "Here's the script for the show. You'd better look through it."
Stephen buttoned his shirt quickly and tucked it into his dark slacks before grabbing his tie and wrapping it around his neck.
"Here, let me help you," Jon offered, noticing that no one was around. He handed the script to Stephen, who began reading it as Jon started tying.
"A Double Windsor, Jon," Stephen commanded softly.
Jon obeyed and tied the double Windsor knot tightly around his collar. He looked around for a moment to notice that they were still the only ones around, so he snuck in a quick kiss on the lips. Stephen pulled away and smiled down at him.
"Thanks," he said simply before slipping his black suit jacket over his shoulders. Now both men were dressed to the hilt, Jon sporting a dark suit with a navy and gold striped tie. They left the dressing room together and conversed with the other correspondents about the script.
A good four hours later, the Daily Show crew had one night of coverage of the 2004 Democratic National Convention under their belts, and it had all gone pretty smoothly. Jon couldn't help but smile when the audience would roar every time he would cut to one of Stephen's reports. He could see why he was so loved amongst their viewers. He also couldn't stop grinning when they played the clip of an exchange of he and Stephen just six months earlier, when Stephen had made a special promise.
"Jon, I'm telling you right here and right now, if Howard Dean doesn't win this nomination, I will stick anything you care to name… inside myself."
After the clip was shown and the audience's cheers and laughs died down, Stephen replied with: "By the way, thank you for not saying Volkswagen."
The two would surely have a laugh after the taping about that.
The crew and the correspondents patted each other on the back for surviving the first day of what was considered hell to some, fun for others. Most of the crew crowded around Stephen and praised him for keeping such a straight composure during the show, which he usually was excellent at anyway.
"Hey, do you guys want to go out to dinner?" Ed Helms suggested, "Rob says he knows this great place on the waterfront where we can go."
Jon and Stephen glanced at each other before nodding with the others. They hadn't eaten anything since breakfast so early in the morning before their departure from New York, so they were starving by the time six o' clock rolled around. Soon enough, the lights dimmed on their makeshift set and the entire crew hopped on the enormous bus to the restaurant.
It was a nice place that was nestled on the pier near the water, and glowing lights from a carnival across the pier were shining brightly above a golden sunset. They luckily had enough seating to allow for the thirty-some people of The Daily Show staff to have a seat, and Jon quickly grabbed a seat next to Stephen in a corner booth, across from Ed and Sam.
"What did you think about the first day?" Samantha asked as she twirled a piece of lettuce from her salad around her fork.
"I thought it went pretty well… even though we were kind of rushed and everything, but I'm sure tomorrow will be better," Jon answered as Stephen nodded beside him in agreement.
"Yeah, I think we'll be so used to it by the end of the week that we might not want to go home," Ed laughed.
It was pretty much the truth for Jon and Stephen. They had connected so easily on the trip that they barely wanted the week to end so they could go home to their usual lives. They were loving what they had seen in Boston, or at least what they wanted to see, and they were truly happy together.
Everyone ate quickly and left to go back to the Boston University campus to beat the rush of people coming back from the convention, but Jon and Stephen wanted to do a little exploring of the pier on Boston Bay. It was a nice and relatively cool July night after all, and the stars were shining brightly above them as they headed out on the patio.
"Sure is nice tonight, isn't it?" Stephen asked Jon, who was amazed at his usual Southern simplicity and calmness in a moment like this.
"Yeah, the stars are beautiful," he commented as they strolled along, the half-full beer bottles they had ordered swaying in their hands as they walked. They eventually agreed somehow in silence to stop at one area and lean over the railing to look down into the deep depths of the water just to think for awhile. The full moon in the sky made the rippling waves of the water glisten beautifully under the light, and the distant sound of music blaring from the carnival could still be heard. There wasn't another soul on their end of the pier; everyone had probably either been at the convention or some other thing that was no equivalent to the beauty of this night. Stephen's voice was the first to break the night's silence as Jon took the last swig of his beer.
"What a day," he sighed.
"Yeah, it sure was. One day down, three more to go."
"The set guys sure did a nice job of putting that whole new set together… it looked like the one in New York," Stephen turned to Jon, and he could feel his warm breaths touching his face as he spoke. Jon wanted to just wrap his arms around him and kiss him again, but he didn't want to rush things quite yet.
Stephen then heard a song come on that fit their situation perfectly: "If I Fell" by the Beatles. It came over the crackly speakers of the carnival and had traveled over the sound of the waves and the annoying Merry-Go-Round music to Stephen and Jon's ears.
Stephen began to sing.
"If I fell in love with you, would you promise to be true and help me understand, though I've been in love before, I've found that love is more than just holding hands," he sang in his beautifully deep voice. Jon smiled from ear-to-ear and chuckled a little, so it was about time for Stephen to belt out the chorus.
"If I give my heart to you, you must be sure from the very start that you don't love me more than her…"
Stephen stepped closer to Jon with every word, looking him straight in the eye to try to sense through the darkness if he was getting the underlying message. Jon began to understand, and realized that if he wanted to make his relationship with Stephen work out, he needed to let him know that he was never going to be second best, which wouldn't be a difficult thing to do. He loved Stephen, and he knew Stephen loved him, that's why he was so cautious of stepping into the relationship to make sure it wouldn't be another heartache.
"If I trust in you, oh please, don't run and hide. If I love you too, oh please, don't hurt my pride like her… because I couldn't stand the pain. And I'd be sad if our new love was in vain."
Stephen wrapped his arms around Jon's waist and looked him deeply in the eyes. He wasn't about to let him go. By the light of the moon, it looked as if Jon's face looked a bit more pale as he rubbed his eyes for a moment before Stephen serenaded him with the last few lines.
"Oh I hope you see that I would love to love you, and that she will cry when she learns we are two."
Stephen bravely raised his hand and stroked Jon's cheek softly to notice it was damp from tears. He uttered the last line with his voice now wavering.
"If I fell in love with you…"
The last guitar chords shot through the night air as Jon reached up and kissed Stephen's soft lips. He wasn't about to let this one get away. He then realized, after all the kisses he had shared with Stephen, that Jane Fonda was definitely right: Stephen did have nice lips.
They eventually made it back to their dorm room around nine o'clock that night, and they wasted no time getting down to business. Stephen could hardly resist Jon's soft kisses on his collarbone as he loosened the collar of his buttoned shirt and later peeled it off. They had decided to slide their two twin-sized beds together to make a bed fit for a king (or two handsome pundits, at least), and they lay beside each other kissing in the dark. They couldn't keep their hands off each other for the rest of the night until looked deeply into each other's eyes, now stripped down to their underwear, as they whispered to each other finally.
"I love you, Jon."
"I love you too, Stephen."
"By the way, I am very glad you didn't say Volkswagen."
A/N: Yep, there you have it! I know you may have been expecting it to get all down n' dirty and stuff, but remember: I'm trying to keep it PG-13! ;) Anyway, leave me a review, tell me what you think, and I'll applaud you. **Applause**
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