fic repost: "Now That's Good Television" Summer Glau/Sean Maher
Title: Now That's Good Television
Fandom: Jossverse RPF
Featured Characters: Summer and Sean (and Joss and the rest of the gang).
Do they (want to) have sex (with each other)? Yep.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Any resemblance to any actual celebrities is surely unintended. Everything I know about Big Brother I learned from fox1013
Notes: For the fifth porn battle; originally posted here.
Spoilers: Nope.
Summary: Celebrity Big Brother, y/y? (YES).
Wordcount: 656
Now That's Good Television
Auditioning for Big Brother was one of those drunk-at-the-time feel good ideas, like sleeping with half her cast mates in a teary bon voyage gesture, that Summer knows she'll come, regretfully, to blame on Joss.
"You kids should be on TV again," he said, sitting backwards in a director's chair and gesturing with a replication broadsword that Alexis was showing off in some misguided attempt to prove his manhood. "I know the perfect gig."
"If it requires kissing, Alexis is out," said Aly in this adorable, half joking, half keep-your-hands-off-my-husband way.
"Really I think it's more of a Summer type thing," Joss told them. "Some vague semblance of social skills are required."
"Bring Sean," said Nate. "He knows thirty-three ways to make booze from crabgrass."
They were all set to send in the R. Tam sessions as funny fake audition tape. "But it's supposed to demonstrate you in your natural habitat," objected Sean.
"Summer in her natural habitit frequently makes fan films," Joss pointed out. "And most of them aren't suitable for sharing with the public."
"You're going to have to get over your posessive attitude about me on film if you want me to be on tv, not to mention live feeds, without the benefit of your directorly genius."
"I could write you a script."
"For two months? Of daily living?"
"He totally would, Summer."
"I'm bringing Sean with me. He's cute."
"First you have to audition, prove that you're sane, all that."
"Sean, she's Summer Glau. I don't think she'll have a problem convincing anyone of anything."
"Just because she leads you by the dick --"
"This is what you have to do."
"Okay." Summer curled up and stared at Joss. He blinked first. "Tell me! I need to know what to do."
"When you have sex, you have to sing."
"Joss."
"Because they can't show that on the feeds. Copyright."
"We have to sing while having sex?"
"Is the sex part a requirement?"
"You'll be trapped in a house! With freaks who actually enjoy that kind of thing."
"Joss, we're going to be those freaks."
"You have to have sex with each other. Everyone else will be ugly."
"Actually, usually they houseguests are fairly attractive," said Sean.
"As attractive as Summer?"
"Good point. What should we sing?"
"The Firefly theme, of course."
"..."
And at the time it had been perfectly normal. At the time it made perfect sense. And now she's trapped in a house with no one to talk to except some twenty-something girls with blonde highlights and an annoying habit of banging pots when people are trying to sleep as part of some super-secret strategy to annoy everyone so much that they get voted out immediately.
Summer's gameplay is not what you would call strategic, but it's better than that. Her plan is to form an alliance with Sean.
"When I'm Head, I'll make my minions sleep with you, and when you're head, I'll sleep with you."
"Summer, that's not an alliance. That's a showmance."
"There's a difference?"
"Do you want me to abandon you to the sharks or not?"
"I want you to entertain me."
"Giving head is pretty entertaining."
"I forgot what we were supposed to sing."
"You can't sing with a cock in your mouth anyhow."
"Who said I was giving head? That's pretty rude of you, to assume a blowjob when there's also cunnilingus in the house."
"Summer, there's everything in this house, and it's only the first week."
It really had seemed like a whimsical and fun idea, right till the moment when she's belting out you can't take the sky from me and hoping the treble doesn't bother Sean too much, because if he stops licking right now Summer is going to lose it.
And she's playing to win.
Fandom: Jossverse RPF
Featured Characters: Summer and Sean (and Joss and the rest of the gang).
Do they (want to) have sex (with each other)? Yep.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Any resemblance to any actual celebrities is surely unintended. Everything I know about Big Brother I learned from fox1013
Notes: For the fifth porn battle; originally posted here.
Spoilers: Nope.
Summary: Celebrity Big Brother, y/y? (YES).
Wordcount: 656
Now That's Good Television
Auditioning for Big Brother was one of those drunk-at-the-time feel good ideas, like sleeping with half her cast mates in a teary bon voyage gesture, that Summer knows she'll come, regretfully, to blame on Joss.
"You kids should be on TV again," he said, sitting backwards in a director's chair and gesturing with a replication broadsword that Alexis was showing off in some misguided attempt to prove his manhood. "I know the perfect gig."
"If it requires kissing, Alexis is out," said Aly in this adorable, half joking, half keep-your-hands-off-my-husband way.
"Really I think it's more of a Summer type thing," Joss told them. "Some vague semblance of social skills are required."
"Bring Sean," said Nate. "He knows thirty-three ways to make booze from crabgrass."
They were all set to send in the R. Tam sessions as funny fake audition tape. "But it's supposed to demonstrate you in your natural habitat," objected Sean.
"Summer in her natural habitit frequently makes fan films," Joss pointed out. "And most of them aren't suitable for sharing with the public."
"You're going to have to get over your posessive attitude about me on film if you want me to be on tv, not to mention live feeds, without the benefit of your directorly genius."
"I could write you a script."
"For two months? Of daily living?"
"He totally would, Summer."
"I'm bringing Sean with me. He's cute."
"First you have to audition, prove that you're sane, all that."
"Sean, she's Summer Glau. I don't think she'll have a problem convincing anyone of anything."
"Just because she leads you by the dick --"
"This is what you have to do."
"Okay." Summer curled up and stared at Joss. He blinked first. "Tell me! I need to know what to do."
"When you have sex, you have to sing."
"Joss."
"Because they can't show that on the feeds. Copyright."
"We have to sing while having sex?"
"Is the sex part a requirement?"
"You'll be trapped in a house! With freaks who actually enjoy that kind of thing."
"Joss, we're going to be those freaks."
"You have to have sex with each other. Everyone else will be ugly."
"Actually, usually they houseguests are fairly attractive," said Sean.
"As attractive as Summer?"
"Good point. What should we sing?"
"The Firefly theme, of course."
"..."
And at the time it had been perfectly normal. At the time it made perfect sense. And now she's trapped in a house with no one to talk to except some twenty-something girls with blonde highlights and an annoying habit of banging pots when people are trying to sleep as part of some super-secret strategy to annoy everyone so much that they get voted out immediately.
Summer's gameplay is not what you would call strategic, but it's better than that. Her plan is to form an alliance with Sean.
"When I'm Head, I'll make my minions sleep with you, and when you're head, I'll sleep with you."
"Summer, that's not an alliance. That's a showmance."
"There's a difference?"
"Do you want me to abandon you to the sharks or not?"
"I want you to entertain me."
"Giving head is pretty entertaining."
"I forgot what we were supposed to sing."
"You can't sing with a cock in your mouth anyhow."
"Who said I was giving head? That's pretty rude of you, to assume a blowjob when there's also cunnilingus in the house."
"Summer, there's everything in this house, and it's only the first week."
It really had seemed like a whimsical and fun idea, right till the moment when she's belting out you can't take the sky from me and hoping the treble doesn't bother Sean too much, because if he stops licking right now Summer is going to lose it.
And she's playing to win.