Fake News (RPF) | Open For Business | NC-17 | Jane/Stephen
Title: Open For Business
Fandom: Fake News (RPF)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jane Fonda/Stephen
Warning: Thoroughly filthy. Also, thorough corruption of an 18-year-old Stephen.
Summary: AU. Stephen stops by Ms. Fonda’s house to clean her pool. He ends up doing quite a bit more than that.
Word Count: 2,085
Disclaimer: All copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. This work is not created for profit and constitutes fair use. References 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.
A/N: This is all sirdrakesheir’s fault. Seriously, it was her idea, and she has evil powers or something that compelled me to write it. BLAME HER. Thanks for the beta, Kelly.
Ms. Fonda was wearing a sheer robe when she answered the door, and Stephen could easily see her black bikini through the thin fabric. “Stephen,” she said warmly, eyes raking up and down his body. “Good to see you. Got all your equipment?”
He tried not to stare as he stuttered out his answer to her question. “Y-yeah. I’ll just get started.”
“Excellent,” she all but purred. “I’m going to be sunbathing in a few minutes. Hopefully I won’t be a bother.”
Stephen gulped. “I-I’m sure you won’t be.”
“You’re such a sweetheart,” she replied. “I’ll meet you out back.”
*
Stephen desperately tried to think unsexy thoughts as he cleaned the pool, but considering he could see her in her chaise out of the corner of his eye, it wasn’t the easiest thing in the world. He could feel her watching him, too, and he wished not for the first time that the shorts he wore to do this job weren’t so tight. They had to be-it made it easier to maneuver-but they hid nothing, and he always had this particular problem when he cleaned her pool.
He took a deep breath and turned in another direction, his back to Ms. Fonda, as he lifted some stray leaves out of the pool. When he had to turn back the other way, he almost dropped his sieve; she was no longer wearing a top. “Shake it off, Col-bert,” he muttered to himself, trying to get the image out of his mind and failing.
“Are you all right, Stephen?” she called, sounding for all the world like she was very concerned.
“I-I’m fine,” he called back, unable to keep from staring as she sprayed herself with water, following the trail of one particular drop as it slid over her left breast.
He knew she saw him staring, but all she did was fix her sunglasses, stretch her arms, and then tuck them behind her head. She was smirking just a little, and he licked his lips, mouth suddenly dry. Shaking his head again, he tried to focus back on his job.
*
Stephen was just about done when she called over to him again-putting on her top as she did so. “Stephen, are you thirsty? I have some lemonade inside.”
He had to admit that he was, so he wiped his forehead and walked over. “That’d be great, ma’am. Thank you,” he said politely, and she chuckled as she stood, beckoning him inside.
“I know I’ve told you that you can call me Jane. Ma’am makes me feel old.”
“Right. Sorry,” Stephen said, following her inside the house. She removed a pitcher from the refrigerator, pouring a glass and walking over to him. Standing barely inches away, she handed him the glass.
“So, Stephen, how old are you now?” she asked. “You had a birthday last month, right?”
He took a big gulp of the lemonade. They weren’t out in the sun anymore, but he still felt unbearably hot. “Yeah. I, um, just turned eighteen, ma-Jane.”
She smiled in a way that could only be described as predatory. “I love this little outfit you wear,” she said, trailing her fingers along his chest, eventually hooking one into the belt loops in his shorts.
Stephen’s breathing quickened, and he blushed hotly when she moved close enough to feel his erection. “I-I’m sorry, I-”
“Don’t be sorry, Stephen,” she said, and he moaned when she squeezed him through his pants. “Never feel sorry for finding me attractive.” She squeezed again, and he groaned louder. “This feels impressive.”
“I-I’ve never, I mean, I’ve done some things, but-”
“Don’t worry,” she said. “I’ll teach you.”
He licked his lips. “Can I kiss you?”
“Of course you can.”
Stephen leaned in and kissed her, a kiss she quickly took control of-not that he minded, since she clearly knew what she was doing. When they broke apart, he gasped, head swimming and cock aching. He couldn’t remember ever being this hard before in his life. “Should I-touch you, or-”
“We’ll get there,” she assured him, slowly sinking to her knees. “Let me take the edge off first.” His eyes widened as she unzipped his shorts, slowly sliding down both them and his boxers. “I was right. It is impressive.”
She took his cock into her mouth, pressing her tongue against the vein on the underside, sucking gently. He moaned loudly, grabbing onto the counter behind him, and squeezed his eyes tight, trying to focus on dead puppies, roadkill, anything that wasn’t sexy. “I-oh god,” he groaned, letting out a whimper when she deep-throated him. Her tongue found his slit, and then she started humming, and he cried out. “I can’t-I’m so-” he moaned, and then the humming sensation increased. His eyes were shut so tightly he was seeing stars, and it was barely a minute later that he came, crying out loudly. She swallowed, staying with him to the end, before pulling back, giving him a smirk as he panted.
“Is that better?” she asked, tucking him away and pulling up his shorts and boxers.
“Can I-you-”
“I was right. You are a sweetheart. So concerned with me.” She stood, taking him by the hand, and he followed, legs still unsteady, as she led him through the kitchen, into the living room, and up a flight of stairs. They entered a bedroom and she sat down on the bed, beckoning him to follow. “Would you like to return the favor?”
“I don’t know if I’ll be any good,” he said sheepishly as he sat down next to her, and she smiled at him, kissing him softly.
“I’ll walk you through it. Just listen to me.” He watched as she slipped out of her bikini bottoms, laying back on the bed and spreading her legs. He moved between them, and she placed her hand on his head, tangling her fingers in his hair. “This right here,” she said, using her other hand to touch herself, “is my clit.” She stroked it, letting out a soft little moan. “Pay attention to this.”
He nodded, lowering his head, and started tentatively licking where she’d indicated, and was rewarded by another soft moan and her fingers tightening in his hair. He licked more confidently, before starting to suck softly. “Mm, just like that,” she told him, before adding, “You can use your fingers. Press one inside me.”
Stephen did as she said, slowly pressing a finger inside her entrance, sucking hard at her clit at the same time. “Oh, very good, Stephen,” she gasped, sending little shockwaves of arousal through his body. Her noises were turning him on-again. “You’re a quick study. Pump your finger a little, and add another.”
Stephen added another, pressing them inside her as he sucked and licked, and her hand tightened further in his hair. “Yes, yes, yes, just like that, just like that.” She let another long moan, and emboldened, he started experimenting, running his tongue along her, continuing to pump his fingers. She squirmed under him a little, her moans growing louder. “Harder, Stephen,” she moaned. “Carefully,” she gasped, “carefully-oh-use the-fuck-use the blunt of your teeth.”
He complied, doing so gently, making sure to be careful, and she let out a loud moan, “So close. A little more-just-” He pressed down a little harder and she cried out as she orgasmed; he cleaned her up before pulling away, looking at her as she panted.
“That-that was good, right?”
“That was very good,” Jane replied, pulling him over her and kissing him. She gave him a mischievous look, hand trailing down to cup him through his shorts. “You’re hard again.”
“Yeah,” he moaned. “Listening to you-it-it was so hot.”
She grinned. “Get out of these clothes,” she said, removing her top. “I’m going to screw the brains right out of your head.”
His eyes widened and he scrambled to get undressed, moaning when she grabbed him and pushed him against the mattress once he was finished. She kissed him hard, straddling him and grinning down at him, pinning his arms above his head. “Does that sound good to you?”
Stephen nodded frantically, panting as he watched her. “Please,” he breathed. “You’re incredible.” He still wasn’t completely sure this was actually happening to him.
Jane grinned again. “You’re so sweet,” she said, leaning over to the nightstand. She grabbed a condom, ripping off the package and slipping it on him, before sliding down onto his cock in one fluid motion.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned, loving how hot and wet and amazing she felt around him. “That’s-fuck-Jane-”
She started moving then, riding him hard into the mattress, and he cried out. “Here,” she panted, moving his hands to her hips. “Hold on,” she instructed him, and he obeyed immediately.
“You feel-oh fuck, you feel-”
“How do I feel?” she said in a gasp, movements speeding up. He held onto her hips even tighter, unable to do much else, because doing more required the ability to think.
“Perfect,” he moaned, crying out when she clenched around him. His hips bucked and she gave him a smirk.
“Watch me,” she said breathlessly.
He couldn’t do anything but, his eyes wide as they fucked, and soon she took one of his hands, sliding it between them. “Remember what I showed you?” she panted, and he nodded, stroking her clit and the skin around it, and watched, fascinated, as she shuddered and groaned. He applied a bit more pressure and she let out another delicious sound, then another, before clenching tightly around him as she orgasmed.
“Fucking good,” she moaned, speeding up, and it was all he could do not to lose it right then.
“Christ,” he groaned, and then she shifted just right. The tingling at the base of his spine shot through his whole body as he came hard, eyes still open wide, though he couldn’t see a thing. He panted heavily as she rolled off of him, removing the condom and tossing it into the trash next to the bed.
Slowly, he floated back to Earth, feeling a hand stroking his chest. He looked over at her. She was on her side, smiling, and said, “I knew you’d be good.” When he blushed, she chuckled, leaning over and kissing him. “What are you thinking right now?”
“Just that, uh, I wonder when I’m going to wake up.”
“Not yet,” she said, grinning, kissing him again. “I’m not done with you. Nowhere close.”
“Oh god,” he groaned as she rolled him on top of her. “This is the best day of my life.”
She chuckled at that, and they didn’t talk much again for awhile.
*
Two hours and three positions later (including one that involved some silk ties that still made him blush and get almost immediately hard when he thought about it), Stephen had just gotten out of her shower and was walking, rather unsteadily, back to the bedroom to find his clothes.
“They’re on the dresser,” she told him from where she was laying on the bed in her robe-that sheer one, so it hid nothing, and she smirked at him when she caught him checking her out. “You have to get home, remember?”
He nodded a little reluctantly, knowing that if he wasn’t home by dinner time, his mother would send out a search and rescue team for him, and started getting dressed. “You can take what I owe you for cleaning the pool, Stephen. My purse is right there,” she added once he finished.
“I can’t-”
“I think it might be a little suspicious if you’re supposed to be cleaning my pool but never get paid for it, don’t you?” she interrupted, and he nodded, taking the money out of her purse.
“I guess I’ll go, then,” he said, not realizing things could feel this awkward, and he headed for the door.
“Stephen,” she called, just as he reached it. He looked back to see her smiling at him, and the awkwardness he was feeling faded in an instant. “Come back next week. I have a feeling my pool will need to be cleaned again.”
“Same time?” he asked, proud of how steady his voice was.
“Same time,” she agreed, and he couldn’t stop the grin that spread over his face as he left the room.
Fandom: Fake News (RPF)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jane Fonda/Stephen
Warning: Thoroughly filthy. Also, thorough corruption of an 18-year-old Stephen.
Summary: AU. Stephen stops by Ms. Fonda’s house to clean her pool. He ends up doing quite a bit more than that.
Word Count: 2,085
Disclaimer: All copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. This work is not created for profit and constitutes fair use. References 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.
A/N: This is all sirdrakesheir’s fault. Seriously, it was her idea, and she has evil powers or something that compelled me to write it. BLAME HER. Thanks for the beta, Kelly.
Ms. Fonda was wearing a sheer robe when she answered the door, and Stephen could easily see her black bikini through the thin fabric. “Stephen,” she said warmly, eyes raking up and down his body. “Good to see you. Got all your equipment?”
He tried not to stare as he stuttered out his answer to her question. “Y-yeah. I’ll just get started.”
“Excellent,” she all but purred. “I’m going to be sunbathing in a few minutes. Hopefully I won’t be a bother.”
Stephen gulped. “I-I’m sure you won’t be.”
“You’re such a sweetheart,” she replied. “I’ll meet you out back.”
*
Stephen desperately tried to think unsexy thoughts as he cleaned the pool, but considering he could see her in her chaise out of the corner of his eye, it wasn’t the easiest thing in the world. He could feel her watching him, too, and he wished not for the first time that the shorts he wore to do this job weren’t so tight. They had to be-it made it easier to maneuver-but they hid nothing, and he always had this particular problem when he cleaned her pool.
He took a deep breath and turned in another direction, his back to Ms. Fonda, as he lifted some stray leaves out of the pool. When he had to turn back the other way, he almost dropped his sieve; she was no longer wearing a top. “Shake it off, Col-bert,” he muttered to himself, trying to get the image out of his mind and failing.
“Are you all right, Stephen?” she called, sounding for all the world like she was very concerned.
“I-I’m fine,” he called back, unable to keep from staring as she sprayed herself with water, following the trail of one particular drop as it slid over her left breast.
He knew she saw him staring, but all she did was fix her sunglasses, stretch her arms, and then tuck them behind her head. She was smirking just a little, and he licked his lips, mouth suddenly dry. Shaking his head again, he tried to focus back on his job.
*
Stephen was just about done when she called over to him again-putting on her top as she did so. “Stephen, are you thirsty? I have some lemonade inside.”
He had to admit that he was, so he wiped his forehead and walked over. “That’d be great, ma’am. Thank you,” he said politely, and she chuckled as she stood, beckoning him inside.
“I know I’ve told you that you can call me Jane. Ma’am makes me feel old.”
“Right. Sorry,” Stephen said, following her inside the house. She removed a pitcher from the refrigerator, pouring a glass and walking over to him. Standing barely inches away, she handed him the glass.
“So, Stephen, how old are you now?” she asked. “You had a birthday last month, right?”
He took a big gulp of the lemonade. They weren’t out in the sun anymore, but he still felt unbearably hot. “Yeah. I, um, just turned eighteen, ma-Jane.”
She smiled in a way that could only be described as predatory. “I love this little outfit you wear,” she said, trailing her fingers along his chest, eventually hooking one into the belt loops in his shorts.
Stephen’s breathing quickened, and he blushed hotly when she moved close enough to feel his erection. “I-I’m sorry, I-”
“Don’t be sorry, Stephen,” she said, and he moaned when she squeezed him through his pants. “Never feel sorry for finding me attractive.” She squeezed again, and he groaned louder. “This feels impressive.”
“I-I’ve never, I mean, I’ve done some things, but-”
“Don’t worry,” she said. “I’ll teach you.”
He licked his lips. “Can I kiss you?”
“Of course you can.”
Stephen leaned in and kissed her, a kiss she quickly took control of-not that he minded, since she clearly knew what she was doing. When they broke apart, he gasped, head swimming and cock aching. He couldn’t remember ever being this hard before in his life. “Should I-touch you, or-”
“We’ll get there,” she assured him, slowly sinking to her knees. “Let me take the edge off first.” His eyes widened as she unzipped his shorts, slowly sliding down both them and his boxers. “I was right. It is impressive.”
She took his cock into her mouth, pressing her tongue against the vein on the underside, sucking gently. He moaned loudly, grabbing onto the counter behind him, and squeezed his eyes tight, trying to focus on dead puppies, roadkill, anything that wasn’t sexy. “I-oh god,” he groaned, letting out a whimper when she deep-throated him. Her tongue found his slit, and then she started humming, and he cried out. “I can’t-I’m so-” he moaned, and then the humming sensation increased. His eyes were shut so tightly he was seeing stars, and it was barely a minute later that he came, crying out loudly. She swallowed, staying with him to the end, before pulling back, giving him a smirk as he panted.
“Is that better?” she asked, tucking him away and pulling up his shorts and boxers.
“Can I-you-”
“I was right. You are a sweetheart. So concerned with me.” She stood, taking him by the hand, and he followed, legs still unsteady, as she led him through the kitchen, into the living room, and up a flight of stairs. They entered a bedroom and she sat down on the bed, beckoning him to follow. “Would you like to return the favor?”
“I don’t know if I’ll be any good,” he said sheepishly as he sat down next to her, and she smiled at him, kissing him softly.
“I’ll walk you through it. Just listen to me.” He watched as she slipped out of her bikini bottoms, laying back on the bed and spreading her legs. He moved between them, and she placed her hand on his head, tangling her fingers in his hair. “This right here,” she said, using her other hand to touch herself, “is my clit.” She stroked it, letting out a soft little moan. “Pay attention to this.”
He nodded, lowering his head, and started tentatively licking where she’d indicated, and was rewarded by another soft moan and her fingers tightening in his hair. He licked more confidently, before starting to suck softly. “Mm, just like that,” she told him, before adding, “You can use your fingers. Press one inside me.”
Stephen did as she said, slowly pressing a finger inside her entrance, sucking hard at her clit at the same time. “Oh, very good, Stephen,” she gasped, sending little shockwaves of arousal through his body. Her noises were turning him on-again. “You’re a quick study. Pump your finger a little, and add another.”
Stephen added another, pressing them inside her as he sucked and licked, and her hand tightened further in his hair. “Yes, yes, yes, just like that, just like that.” She let another long moan, and emboldened, he started experimenting, running his tongue along her, continuing to pump his fingers. She squirmed under him a little, her moans growing louder. “Harder, Stephen,” she moaned. “Carefully,” she gasped, “carefully-oh-use the-fuck-use the blunt of your teeth.”
He complied, doing so gently, making sure to be careful, and she let out a loud moan, “So close. A little more-just-” He pressed down a little harder and she cried out as she orgasmed; he cleaned her up before pulling away, looking at her as she panted.
“That-that was good, right?”
“That was very good,” Jane replied, pulling him over her and kissing him. She gave him a mischievous look, hand trailing down to cup him through his shorts. “You’re hard again.”
“Yeah,” he moaned. “Listening to you-it-it was so hot.”
She grinned. “Get out of these clothes,” she said, removing her top. “I’m going to screw the brains right out of your head.”
His eyes widened and he scrambled to get undressed, moaning when she grabbed him and pushed him against the mattress once he was finished. She kissed him hard, straddling him and grinning down at him, pinning his arms above his head. “Does that sound good to you?”
Stephen nodded frantically, panting as he watched her. “Please,” he breathed. “You’re incredible.” He still wasn’t completely sure this was actually happening to him.
Jane grinned again. “You’re so sweet,” she said, leaning over to the nightstand. She grabbed a condom, ripping off the package and slipping it on him, before sliding down onto his cock in one fluid motion.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned, loving how hot and wet and amazing she felt around him. “That’s-fuck-Jane-”
She started moving then, riding him hard into the mattress, and he cried out. “Here,” she panted, moving his hands to her hips. “Hold on,” she instructed him, and he obeyed immediately.
“You feel-oh fuck, you feel-”
“How do I feel?” she said in a gasp, movements speeding up. He held onto her hips even tighter, unable to do much else, because doing more required the ability to think.
“Perfect,” he moaned, crying out when she clenched around him. His hips bucked and she gave him a smirk.
“Watch me,” she said breathlessly.
He couldn’t do anything but, his eyes wide as they fucked, and soon she took one of his hands, sliding it between them. “Remember what I showed you?” she panted, and he nodded, stroking her clit and the skin around it, and watched, fascinated, as she shuddered and groaned. He applied a bit more pressure and she let out another delicious sound, then another, before clenching tightly around him as she orgasmed.
“Fucking good,” she moaned, speeding up, and it was all he could do not to lose it right then.
“Christ,” he groaned, and then she shifted just right. The tingling at the base of his spine shot through his whole body as he came hard, eyes still open wide, though he couldn’t see a thing. He panted heavily as she rolled off of him, removing the condom and tossing it into the trash next to the bed.
Slowly, he floated back to Earth, feeling a hand stroking his chest. He looked over at her. She was on her side, smiling, and said, “I knew you’d be good.” When he blushed, she chuckled, leaning over and kissing him. “What are you thinking right now?”
“Just that, uh, I wonder when I’m going to wake up.”
“Not yet,” she said, grinning, kissing him again. “I’m not done with you. Nowhere close.”
“Oh god,” he groaned as she rolled him on top of her. “This is the best day of my life.”
She chuckled at that, and they didn’t talk much again for awhile.
*
Two hours and three positions later (including one that involved some silk ties that still made him blush and get almost immediately hard when he thought about it), Stephen had just gotten out of her shower and was walking, rather unsteadily, back to the bedroom to find his clothes.
“They’re on the dresser,” she told him from where she was laying on the bed in her robe-that sheer one, so it hid nothing, and she smirked at him when she caught him checking her out. “You have to get home, remember?”
He nodded a little reluctantly, knowing that if he wasn’t home by dinner time, his mother would send out a search and rescue team for him, and started getting dressed. “You can take what I owe you for cleaning the pool, Stephen. My purse is right there,” she added once he finished.
“I can’t-”
“I think it might be a little suspicious if you’re supposed to be cleaning my pool but never get paid for it, don’t you?” she interrupted, and he nodded, taking the money out of her purse.
“I guess I’ll go, then,” he said, not realizing things could feel this awkward, and he headed for the door.
“Stephen,” she called, just as he reached it. He looked back to see her smiling at him, and the awkwardness he was feeling faded in an instant. “Come back next week. I have a feeling my pool will need to be cleaned again.”
“Same time?” he asked, proud of how steady his voice was.
“Same time,” she agreed, and he couldn’t stop the grin that spread over his face as he left the room.