Prompt fics (7-9/13)
This all started when I noticed how very pretty sloppycronkite's icon is. (Sooo pretty.) The offer was made to share Exit 57 episodes so I could enjoy more pretty and I made the counteroffer to write a prompted ficlet for each episode loaded. (You can see them in their original form in the thread.) These are the third three ficlety things that resulted.
Title: Gay For Pay
Characters: Jon/"Stephen"
Word Count: 430
Rating: R
Warnings: Language, sexual situations, mentions of drug use.
Author's Notes: See above.
Summary: Prompt was "Some sort of rentboy fic? Roleplay or AU." (This is actually a scene from a full-length fics I'm trying not to write. ...I am failing massively so far.)
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. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
Gay For Pay
"It's really not fair that you get to make me question my sexuality and still be in denial yourself," Jon says irritably.
"But I'm not gay, Jon," Stephen insists.
"And what, you just couldn't make it in straight porn?"
Stephen glares at him. "It's gay for pay, Jon. Don't read too much into it."
"Don't read--Tyrone, you have sex with men!" Jon exclaims in disbelief, waving an arm. "How is that not gay?"
"For. Pay."
"Oh excuse me for not knowing all the terminology, I'm not as well-versed with the culture as you. 'Cause see until I met you I thought I was straight."
"It's okay for you to be gay, Jon!" Stephen snaps. "You're a wishy-washy, anti-establishment, tree-hugging liberal."
"'Liberal' isn't a euphemism for 'gay'!" Jon shouts. "And if you're not gay, what the hell do you call it when I'm fucking you into the mattress until you scream my name? Huh?! Because I'm sure as hell not paying you, and I like to think you're not tweaked outta your mind every time we do it!"
Stephen recoils as if struck, eyes widening.
"What-What do you call that?" Jon demands, a helpless quality entering his voice. "Because it--It sounds pretty gay to me."
"A mistake," Stephen croaks, mind whirling. He's not gay. He can't be. No matter how much he loves feeling Jon's hands on him, his lips, his shy smile, his laugh, the way he just accepts Stephen without making any demands that he be or do...anything--Stephen T. Colbert is not gay! "It was a mistake!"
Jon stares at him, hurt flooding his features, and Stephen just can't take it. Shoving past him, ignoring the man's pleading shout of "Ty!" Stephen slams out of the apartment and down the stairs.
His body is screaming for a fix and if it means he doesn't have to think about Jon and the look on Jon's face and all the feelings Jon makes him feel, then Stephen can't think of any reason not to. He doesn't have anything with him but the clothes on his back, and his wallet is almost empty, but his feet know the way to Donnie's and the man always has a part for Tyrone. A part Stephen can bury himself in, with the fire in his veins and humming of his skin and pleasure soaking his brain and taking away all the thoughts he doesn't want to think.
Wrapping himself in his resolve, Stephen leaves Jon behind as he heads for Donnie's office, pulling on Tyrone's coy and carefree flirtiness to keep his feet moving.
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Title: One More Thing
Characters: Jon/Stephen
Word Count: 400
Rating: PG
Warnings: ...None?
Author's Notes: See above.
Summary: Prompt was "How about voyeurism?"
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. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
One More Thing
He got a ticket from the website, because he didn't want to oust someone from their legitimately gotten seat.
The energy was high that night, Stephen fighting off an out of character grin at least once per segment, and the audience spontaneously giving standing ovations without any prompting. The interview, to his delight and likely Stephen's as well, was with one of the few people still either deluded or out of touch enough to think Stephen really was the character he portrayed. Clearly he had missed the question and answer portion before the show (in which an audience member had asked Stephen to complete the phrase "I enjoy cocaine because..."), and not been paying attention to Stephen's backstage introduction.
With Stephen earnestly egging him on, the character obviously pleased to meet someone of such similar thinking, the interview was almost surreal to watch. He wondered if the man even wondered why the audience kept laughing. Stephen was good, but it was hard to believe that even with his prompting, anyone could be so completely oblivious to the things coming from their own mouth.
He had no doubt that the interview would soon become one of the most watched once it was put up on the website.
Finally the show was nearing the end, and there was a faint ache in his abdomen from laughing so hard. Stephen bid his viewers a good night and stood to leave. Then the cameras turned off and Stephen paused, still behind his desk.
"Oh, one more thing," he said, staring directly into the audience. "Jon, meet me in my office in ten minutes."
There was scattered laughter and some confused murmurs. Finally, sitting off to the side and a few rows back, he lifted his baseball capped head and grinned at the host.
"How'd you know?" Jon asked. The woman sitting next to him had turned to stare in open-mouthed disbelief, clearly wondering how she had managed to spend the entire show sitting next to Jon Stewart without noticing. Jon couldn't blame her, really, it was difficult to take one's eyes off Stephen.
Grinning, Stephen just lifted an eyebrow and tapped his watch. "Ten minutes. My office." With that, he turned to the rest of the audience and waved energetically as he disappeared backstage.
To the sound of whoops and thunderous applause, Jon slipped away from his seat and headed for the man's office.
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Title: Until Late Into The Evening
Characters: Jon/Stephen
Word Count: 281
Rating: PG
Warnings: None.
Author's Notes: See above.
Summary: Technically not one of the ficlets, but it happened in the thread so I'm counting it.
So I was talking with jmie and we were discussing how it would behoove us to form an angry, frothing, pitchfork-wielding mob against anyone who dared to burn books and then jmie mentioned that there should be library fic. And I, having spent the past three days writing Jon/Stephen ficlets, suddenly realized that Stephen looks very like a librarian in the right clothes. Then I decided that he's probably the best research librarian ever and has pretty much the entire library catalogue memorized.
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. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
Until Late Into The Evening
He comes early on the weekends and doesn't leave until the last call to clear out. Every day of the weekend, bright and early in the morning until late into the evening. Stephen makes sure to have as much finished before he arrives as possible, because he knows his time will be limited after that.
"Do you have this book?" Jon will ask, holding out a scrap of paper with a name scribbled on it.
Stephen will take it, search his memory, and then nod, telling the man to "Follow me."
Once they get there, Jon will spot no less than three other books that look promising and Stephen will help him carry them to the table that Jon has, probably without realizing it, staked out as his own. Then Jon will pore over each one, flipping through at least two at a time, and be lost to the outside world. Stephen will find a task that needs doing that can still be interrupted without any problems.
Without fail, Jon will find him again, with another scrap of paper and another name. Stephen will lead him to the appropriate book, and then he will help carry the extras. On the rare occasions when the book doesn't exist within the library, Stephen will find a library that does have it and put in a request for it.
Eventually, Jon will ask him a question unrelated to the location of books and Stephen will join him at the table to discuss any number of topics. Jon will, inevitably, end up hiding behind a book as he tries to muffle his laughter. Stephen counts it as a victory every time he gets Jon shushed.
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Title: Gay For Pay
Characters: Jon/"Stephen"
Word Count: 430
Rating: R
Warnings: Language, sexual situations, mentions of drug use.
Author's Notes: See above.
Summary: Prompt was "Some sort of rentboy fic? Roleplay or AU." (This is actually a scene from a full-length fics I'm trying not to write. ...I am failing massively so far.)
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. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
Gay For Pay
"It's really not fair that you get to make me question my sexuality and still be in denial yourself," Jon says irritably.
"But I'm not gay, Jon," Stephen insists.
"And what, you just couldn't make it in straight porn?"
Stephen glares at him. "It's gay for pay, Jon. Don't read too much into it."
"Don't read--Tyrone, you have sex with men!" Jon exclaims in disbelief, waving an arm. "How is that not gay?"
"For. Pay."
"Oh excuse me for not knowing all the terminology, I'm not as well-versed with the culture as you. 'Cause see until I met you I thought I was straight."
"It's okay for you to be gay, Jon!" Stephen snaps. "You're a wishy-washy, anti-establishment, tree-hugging liberal."
"'Liberal' isn't a euphemism for 'gay'!" Jon shouts. "And if you're not gay, what the hell do you call it when I'm fucking you into the mattress until you scream my name? Huh?! Because I'm sure as hell not paying you, and I like to think you're not tweaked outta your mind every time we do it!"
Stephen recoils as if struck, eyes widening.
"What-What do you call that?" Jon demands, a helpless quality entering his voice. "Because it--It sounds pretty gay to me."
"A mistake," Stephen croaks, mind whirling. He's not gay. He can't be. No matter how much he loves feeling Jon's hands on him, his lips, his shy smile, his laugh, the way he just accepts Stephen without making any demands that he be or do...anything--Stephen T. Colbert is not gay! "It was a mistake!"
Jon stares at him, hurt flooding his features, and Stephen just can't take it. Shoving past him, ignoring the man's pleading shout of "Ty!" Stephen slams out of the apartment and down the stairs.
His body is screaming for a fix and if it means he doesn't have to think about Jon and the look on Jon's face and all the feelings Jon makes him feel, then Stephen can't think of any reason not to. He doesn't have anything with him but the clothes on his back, and his wallet is almost empty, but his feet know the way to Donnie's and the man always has a part for Tyrone. A part Stephen can bury himself in, with the fire in his veins and humming of his skin and pleasure soaking his brain and taking away all the thoughts he doesn't want to think.
Wrapping himself in his resolve, Stephen leaves Jon behind as he heads for Donnie's office, pulling on Tyrone's coy and carefree flirtiness to keep his feet moving.
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Title: One More Thing
Characters: Jon/Stephen
Word Count: 400
Rating: PG
Warnings: ...None?
Author's Notes: See above.
Summary: Prompt was "How about voyeurism?"
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. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
One More Thing
He got a ticket from the website, because he didn't want to oust someone from their legitimately gotten seat.
The energy was high that night, Stephen fighting off an out of character grin at least once per segment, and the audience spontaneously giving standing ovations without any prompting. The interview, to his delight and likely Stephen's as well, was with one of the few people still either deluded or out of touch enough to think Stephen really was the character he portrayed. Clearly he had missed the question and answer portion before the show (in which an audience member had asked Stephen to complete the phrase "I enjoy cocaine because..."), and not been paying attention to Stephen's backstage introduction.
With Stephen earnestly egging him on, the character obviously pleased to meet someone of such similar thinking, the interview was almost surreal to watch. He wondered if the man even wondered why the audience kept laughing. Stephen was good, but it was hard to believe that even with his prompting, anyone could be so completely oblivious to the things coming from their own mouth.
He had no doubt that the interview would soon become one of the most watched once it was put up on the website.
Finally the show was nearing the end, and there was a faint ache in his abdomen from laughing so hard. Stephen bid his viewers a good night and stood to leave. Then the cameras turned off and Stephen paused, still behind his desk.
"Oh, one more thing," he said, staring directly into the audience. "Jon, meet me in my office in ten minutes."
There was scattered laughter and some confused murmurs. Finally, sitting off to the side and a few rows back, he lifted his baseball capped head and grinned at the host.
"How'd you know?" Jon asked. The woman sitting next to him had turned to stare in open-mouthed disbelief, clearly wondering how she had managed to spend the entire show sitting next to Jon Stewart without noticing. Jon couldn't blame her, really, it was difficult to take one's eyes off Stephen.
Grinning, Stephen just lifted an eyebrow and tapped his watch. "Ten minutes. My office." With that, he turned to the rest of the audience and waved energetically as he disappeared backstage.
To the sound of whoops and thunderous applause, Jon slipped away from his seat and headed for the man's office.
-----
Title: Until Late Into The Evening
Characters: Jon/Stephen
Word Count: 281
Rating: PG
Warnings: None.
Author's Notes: See above.
Summary: Technically not one of the ficlets, but it happened in the thread so I'm counting it.
So I was talking with jmie and we were discussing how it would behoove us to form an angry, frothing, pitchfork-wielding mob against anyone who dared to burn books and then jmie mentioned that there should be library fic. And I, having spent the past three days writing Jon/Stephen ficlets, suddenly realized that Stephen looks very like a librarian in the right clothes. Then I decided that he's probably the best research librarian ever and has pretty much the entire library catalogue memorized.
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. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
Until Late Into The Evening
He comes early on the weekends and doesn't leave until the last call to clear out. Every day of the weekend, bright and early in the morning until late into the evening. Stephen makes sure to have as much finished before he arrives as possible, because he knows his time will be limited after that.
"Do you have this book?" Jon will ask, holding out a scrap of paper with a name scribbled on it.
Stephen will take it, search his memory, and then nod, telling the man to "Follow me."
Once they get there, Jon will spot no less than three other books that look promising and Stephen will help him carry them to the table that Jon has, probably without realizing it, staked out as his own. Then Jon will pore over each one, flipping through at least two at a time, and be lost to the outside world. Stephen will find a task that needs doing that can still be interrupted without any problems.
Without fail, Jon will find him again, with another scrap of paper and another name. Stephen will lead him to the appropriate book, and then he will help carry the extras. On the rare occasions when the book doesn't exist within the library, Stephen will find a library that does have it and put in a request for it.
Eventually, Jon will ask him a question unrelated to the location of books and Stephen will join him at the table to discuss any number of topics. Jon will, inevitably, end up hiding behind a book as he tries to muffle his laughter. Stephen counts it as a victory every time he gets Jon shushed.
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