Fake News Comment Fics, Pt. 2
And now, the longer ones...
Feeling Better (Jon/Rachel) (Nov. 12)
As the cameras shut off, Rachel looked over at Jon. "I'm impressed", she said, a soft, light tone in her voice. "Thanks again for coming over even with..." A hand waved to indicate to Jon, still sitting, still feeling miserable.
Jon waved his hand dismissively. "You're welcome. Happy to do it." He slowly eased himself up from the chair.
"Can I walk you out? Give you a ride home?"
"No, no, I'm good," Jon insisted, rubbing his face with his hands and taking a deep breath as he slowly headed towards the door.
He stopped at the doorway, a hand resting on the frame. Without saying anything, Rachel quietly came up to him, put a hand on his shoulder, and walked with him outside, into the slowly chilling night air. She wrapped her free arm around herself. The still reasonably warm days were throwing her off. Have to remember to start bringing a warmer jacket to work. Jon felt her slightly shiver, and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close, rubbing her arm.
They crossed the city pavements, old and worn down by the years of people traveling along them, and suddenly Jon found himself musing how many other people walked these sidewalks. How many other friends had patched up little (or big) arguments here, or how many friendships had ended here. How many people took late night strolls, romantic and non-romantic, here. His mind wandered all the way to Rachel's car. Without protest, he climbed into the passenger's seat. He'd come back for his car later.
The drive home was relatively quiet, Rachel occasionally commenting on anything interesting they passed or some unusual story she'd heard at work, or asking Jon if he was okay. Jon responded with little more than an, "Mmm..." or "Mmhm". Music he couldn't decipher hummed low from Rachel's car radio as he tried hard not to nod off, to keep her company as best he could the whole way home. It was the least he could do.
Upon arriving at Jon's place, the two resumed their cozy embrace as Jon was led to the door of his home. "And this is where we must part, because, obviously, I can't stay with you. Unless your wife doesn't mind an extra guest, that is," Rachel joked, finally breaking the silence.
Jon chuckled. "Nah, I think she can take it from here. She takes pretty good care of me."
"Get well soon, okay?" She pointed her finger at him, a mock commanding expression on her face.
"Yes, Mother."
The two broke into a quiet laugh then, as their eyes cast downward. Another silence. Then, "So...are we...you know, okay?"
Rachel looked up at Jon, surprised. "Yeah. Of course we are. Why wouldn't we be?"
"Well, all that criticism and stuff. I mean, I didn't want you to think I was..."
"Oh, no, no, I understand. Yeah. You had some good points..."
"...as did you..."
"Right."
"Right."
"I'm glad we got everything cleared up, then." Jon smiled at her, and she nodded. "I would hug you, to clinch everything, but, well..."
"Totally understand!" Rachel said quickly, backing away, hands up for protection. "I'll be off, then. See you later."
"Yeah, see ya."
"Thanks again."
"Same to you."
The two bid their good-nights, and after the other was out of sight, a relieved smile crossed each of their faces. It had been the best evening for them in the past week and a half.
******
8. Public Place/7. Rivalry (Jon/Stephen) (Jan. 17)
When Stephen gave him that look, lowering his glasses and gazing over at him pointedly, devilishly, and made the comment, "My ratings aren't the only thing that are going up", Jon knew he'd lost the argument.
He didn't care that the party was in full swing. He didn't care that there were tons of people milling about, people who worked on his network, who could whisper and comment about this come Monday. He simply stood up, staring at Stephen wordlessly. The dark-haired man, understanding, followed, and suddenly felt Jon's hand on his back, hurrying him as quickly out of the room as possible.
The two soon found themselves by the back door of the building - the most secluded spot they could find. Jon pinned Stephen up against the door, tugging at the buttons on his suit jacket and dropping insistent kisses along Stephen's neck.
Stephen rested his head back, eyes closed, moaning low, before moving his hands up to Jon's, gently slowing him down. He pulled Jon closer, making himself as snug between the door and his friend as possible, and pressed his lips against Jon's insistently.
His hips soon began to move, tight, controlled, urgent against Jon's. Jon responded in kind, his head resting against Stephen's, their breaths coming short and quick, muttered groans and grunts being their only means of communication, quite a difference from the vocal nature of their little mock debate earlier.
Stephen's hands moved to undo Jon's pants, and Jon welcomed the feeling of those fingers, those long, deft, quick fingers, on his waist and stomach...and soon, where he most wanted them. He was even more pleasantly surprised when Stephen squirmed away from him and he soon felt his mouth come to join his hands.
"Stephen...fuck..." Jon muttered, bracing himself against the door with his hands. The release that soon came made his legs shake so strongly Stephen had to grab them to keep Jon from collapsing.
Upon righting themselves, Jon shoved Stephen back against the door again. He was about to return the favor, he wanted to let Stephen feel everything he'd just felt, but Stephen stopped him. "We don't have much time," he muttered. "Just..." He directed Jon's hand to his pants, and Jon in short order soon had one hand caressing him, the other running through and tugging softly at - and messing up - Stephen's hair. Jon whispered tender words into Stephen's good ear as the other man whimpered, thrusting furiously, until he threw his head back and shuddered against Jon.
After a moment, the two men stood there, hands on each other's hips, allowing their lungs to return to normal speed. A quick kiss on the lips, straightening of the clothes and hair, a bit of cleaning up, and they turned to head back towards the party.
They casually slid back down into their spots at their table. Stephen sat with his hands folded in his lap, while Jon casually placed an elbow on the table, running a hand through his hair. Both tried for all the world to look as nonchalant as possible.
When it seemed people weren't noticing them, Jon began to relax. He rested his chin on his hand and darted his eyes over to Stephen, smiling at the wide-eyed, totally innocent look on his face.
"You will do anything to get out of a debate over whose show is better and more award-worthy, won't you?" he asked teasingly.
A pause. Jon wondered for a moment if Stephen had even heard him. Then, "No, that's not it, Jon." That devilish look was back on Stephen's face again. "Competition just turns me on."
Jon playfully smacked Stephen's shoulder. "Let's save some for later," he responded, chuckling.
Angie
Feeling Better (Jon/Rachel) (Nov. 12)
As the cameras shut off, Rachel looked over at Jon. "I'm impressed", she said, a soft, light tone in her voice. "Thanks again for coming over even with..." A hand waved to indicate to Jon, still sitting, still feeling miserable.
Jon waved his hand dismissively. "You're welcome. Happy to do it." He slowly eased himself up from the chair.
"Can I walk you out? Give you a ride home?"
"No, no, I'm good," Jon insisted, rubbing his face with his hands and taking a deep breath as he slowly headed towards the door.
He stopped at the doorway, a hand resting on the frame. Without saying anything, Rachel quietly came up to him, put a hand on his shoulder, and walked with him outside, into the slowly chilling night air. She wrapped her free arm around herself. The still reasonably warm days were throwing her off. Have to remember to start bringing a warmer jacket to work. Jon felt her slightly shiver, and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close, rubbing her arm.
They crossed the city pavements, old and worn down by the years of people traveling along them, and suddenly Jon found himself musing how many other people walked these sidewalks. How many other friends had patched up little (or big) arguments here, or how many friendships had ended here. How many people took late night strolls, romantic and non-romantic, here. His mind wandered all the way to Rachel's car. Without protest, he climbed into the passenger's seat. He'd come back for his car later.
The drive home was relatively quiet, Rachel occasionally commenting on anything interesting they passed or some unusual story she'd heard at work, or asking Jon if he was okay. Jon responded with little more than an, "Mmm..." or "Mmhm". Music he couldn't decipher hummed low from Rachel's car radio as he tried hard not to nod off, to keep her company as best he could the whole way home. It was the least he could do.
Upon arriving at Jon's place, the two resumed their cozy embrace as Jon was led to the door of his home. "And this is where we must part, because, obviously, I can't stay with you. Unless your wife doesn't mind an extra guest, that is," Rachel joked, finally breaking the silence.
Jon chuckled. "Nah, I think she can take it from here. She takes pretty good care of me."
"Get well soon, okay?" She pointed her finger at him, a mock commanding expression on her face.
"Yes, Mother."
The two broke into a quiet laugh then, as their eyes cast downward. Another silence. Then, "So...are we...you know, okay?"
Rachel looked up at Jon, surprised. "Yeah. Of course we are. Why wouldn't we be?"
"Well, all that criticism and stuff. I mean, I didn't want you to think I was..."
"Oh, no, no, I understand. Yeah. You had some good points..."
"...as did you..."
"Right."
"Right."
"I'm glad we got everything cleared up, then." Jon smiled at her, and she nodded. "I would hug you, to clinch everything, but, well..."
"Totally understand!" Rachel said quickly, backing away, hands up for protection. "I'll be off, then. See you later."
"Yeah, see ya."
"Thanks again."
"Same to you."
The two bid their good-nights, and after the other was out of sight, a relieved smile crossed each of their faces. It had been the best evening for them in the past week and a half.
******
8. Public Place/7. Rivalry (Jon/Stephen) (Jan. 17)
When Stephen gave him that look, lowering his glasses and gazing over at him pointedly, devilishly, and made the comment, "My ratings aren't the only thing that are going up", Jon knew he'd lost the argument.
He didn't care that the party was in full swing. He didn't care that there were tons of people milling about, people who worked on his network, who could whisper and comment about this come Monday. He simply stood up, staring at Stephen wordlessly. The dark-haired man, understanding, followed, and suddenly felt Jon's hand on his back, hurrying him as quickly out of the room as possible.
The two soon found themselves by the back door of the building - the most secluded spot they could find. Jon pinned Stephen up against the door, tugging at the buttons on his suit jacket and dropping insistent kisses along Stephen's neck.
Stephen rested his head back, eyes closed, moaning low, before moving his hands up to Jon's, gently slowing him down. He pulled Jon closer, making himself as snug between the door and his friend as possible, and pressed his lips against Jon's insistently.
His hips soon began to move, tight, controlled, urgent against Jon's. Jon responded in kind, his head resting against Stephen's, their breaths coming short and quick, muttered groans and grunts being their only means of communication, quite a difference from the vocal nature of their little mock debate earlier.
Stephen's hands moved to undo Jon's pants, and Jon welcomed the feeling of those fingers, those long, deft, quick fingers, on his waist and stomach...and soon, where he most wanted them. He was even more pleasantly surprised when Stephen squirmed away from him and he soon felt his mouth come to join his hands.
"Stephen...fuck..." Jon muttered, bracing himself against the door with his hands. The release that soon came made his legs shake so strongly Stephen had to grab them to keep Jon from collapsing.
Upon righting themselves, Jon shoved Stephen back against the door again. He was about to return the favor, he wanted to let Stephen feel everything he'd just felt, but Stephen stopped him. "We don't have much time," he muttered. "Just..." He directed Jon's hand to his pants, and Jon in short order soon had one hand caressing him, the other running through and tugging softly at - and messing up - Stephen's hair. Jon whispered tender words into Stephen's good ear as the other man whimpered, thrusting furiously, until he threw his head back and shuddered against Jon.
After a moment, the two men stood there, hands on each other's hips, allowing their lungs to return to normal speed. A quick kiss on the lips, straightening of the clothes and hair, a bit of cleaning up, and they turned to head back towards the party.
They casually slid back down into their spots at their table. Stephen sat with his hands folded in his lap, while Jon casually placed an elbow on the table, running a hand through his hair. Both tried for all the world to look as nonchalant as possible.
When it seemed people weren't noticing them, Jon began to relax. He rested his chin on his hand and darted his eyes over to Stephen, smiling at the wide-eyed, totally innocent look on his face.
"You will do anything to get out of a debate over whose show is better and more award-worthy, won't you?" he asked teasingly.
A pause. Jon wondered for a moment if Stephen had even heard him. Then, "No, that's not it, Jon." That devilish look was back on Stephen's face again. "Competition just turns me on."
Jon playfully smacked Stephen's shoulder. "Let's save some for later," he responded, chuckling.
Angie