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sdragon kindasorta, and the second for firestorm717 definately. The third for speccygeekgrrl, <3. Not-Quite-Drabble the First:
Pairing: Stephen/A Different Desk/Jon (sort of)
Warning: The most graphic thing is the curse in the cut link. And the word blowjob.
Disclaimer: Any similarity between the fictional version of the person portrayed here and the actual person is purely coincidental. This is a work of fiction. This is not an attempt to defame the character of said person on the basis of libel, as the work is FICTIONAL (and NOT an intently false statement created with the express purpose of misleading others about the actual character of said person).
"And that's all, really - if you need anything else, just let me know, okay?" Stephen manages a pleasant smile despite how thoroughly uncomfortable he's feeling.
"I will. Thanks, Stephen!" Bob's smile is more genuine, but he's too pleased to tell the difference - he rises and moves to leave.
"Oh - and lock the door on your way out? I want to catch a nap." Stephen flashes another faux-smile.
Bob nods and, thankfully, complies.
"Christ, Colbert," Jon snaps as soon as he hears the door close. "Warn me before you shove me under the desk next time. Do you know how hard it is to give a blowjob when you're concussed?"
Stephen grins and rolls his chair backwards a bit so Jon can have room to maneuver. "No. How about we find out?"
This Is Really A Drabble, The Second
Pairing: Jon/Steven, implied Stephen/Jon (and also Stephen/Steven if you want to read it that way. Because I would. *shifty* TDS boys are sluts.)
Warning: Fluff.
"Stephen misses you," Jon offers quietly, shedding his jacket and tossing it over the back of the couch. "We're glad you made it for the election coverage."
"I miss Stephen." Steve follows suit, his tie going along for the ride. "And you, sometimes."
Jon's eyebrow quirks, evoking a grin from his friend and infrequent coworker. "Only sometimes?" He falls back on the couch, too, sprawled out as comfortably as possible in the inadequate space.
Since it's hard to answer through kisses, there are a few moments of silence. "Only sometimes," Steve confirms. "I trusted Stephen to be a good babysitter."
Drabble the
Pairing: Ed/Rob
Warning: It's almost like smut and not fluff! Who's proud of me? Who? *crickets* Fsking crickets!
Ed does not fare well on top, despite his valiant efforts. He does not like to be on top. He has no idea why he tries. It's different, pushing Rob against a wall for a few moments of necking, or pushing him down on the couch and treating him to a handjob or something. It's entirely different from sex, and not different in the good way, but not different in the bad way, just different from when Rob's got him pinned to the bed, writhing and moaning and clutching frantically at whatever's nearest.
But Rob always makes it worth it.
Can I pretend that three drabbles are worth one fic-whoring? *shifty-eye* It's not TDS-related aside from Stephen playing Noblet, but here's some Noblet/Gellineck Strangers With Candy fluff if you dig that stuff. (If this is a boo-boo, let me know and I'll remove the linkwhorage. <3)
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