The saga continues...

[shoebox_addict]

Title: Recurring Dreams {part 27: dreams and brawls}
Author: shoebox_addict
Pairing: Jon/Stephen
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Graphic dreams, swearing, Paul
Author's Notes: Part twenty-seven! I am well on my way to thirty!! Can you imagine?? Thank you all sooooo much for your support and comments. The comments keep me writing. :)
Disclaimer: Any similarity between the fictional version of the person portrayed here and the actual persons 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).

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"Recurring Dreams" {part 27: dreams and brawls}

Filming had just finished. The studio cleared out strangely quickly. All the audience members had moved on and I was sitting alone in the empty, cavernous studio. The tapping of my pen created a sound that reverberated off the walls and was magnified. It was too quiet. I flipped pages of the script, looking over what we had just filmed. That papers created a swishing sound that seemed far too loud.

Above all, it was quiet. Too quiet.

Amidst all this crushing quiet, a sound came from the stage entrance. "Stephen?"

I looked up in alarm. Who was here? I turned to the stage entrance and saw Jon standing there. His tie was hanging loosely from his neck, his jacket was unbuttoned. He looked absolutely...scrumptious.

"Hey," I said.

In an instant, Jon ran towards me, engulfed me and pressed his mouth to mine. It felt crushing, but not oppressive. His hands un-tucked my shirt urgently and moved underneath to touch my skin. I shivered, his hands were cold. As he kissed me, Jon's leg wrapped around mine and caressed my calf. I felt my anatomy respond accordingly as his tongue plunged into my mouth.

"Frisky," I breathed when he pulled away. Jon merely grinned at me.

"I've had this fantasy for a while."

"What? On the set?"

Jon nodded and moved his hands down to my belt. He undid the clasp in record time and shoved my pants down over my hips. I gasped as his hand touched me, stroking me gently. I mumbled incoherently as he worked on me and thrust his hips against my thigh. I took a deep breath and pushed him away with all the will power I had.

Jon questioned me with a look. I couldn't speak, I merely undid his belt and pushed his pants down as well.

"This isn't one-sided," I whispered as I began to stroke him too. Watching him squirm beneath my touch turned me on even more. Jon leaned forward and attacked me with a probing kiss. My hands left his arousal as I grasped the back of his neck. He grasped me at the hips and pressed into me roughly. We thrust together, Jon pressing me into the curve of my 'C'-shaped desk.

"Mmm," moaned Jon, breaking away from me and breathing heavily. "Turn around."

"What?"

"Turn around," he repeated, still kissing me. He released my lips just long enough for me to spin around so I was looking out at the empty audience with my back to Jon. I felt his hands, which had warmed considerably, push down my boxers. The next thing I knew, Jon was pressing his fingers into me.

"Oh my God, Jon," I gasped, wincing and gripping the slippery top of the desk as he pushed in.

"Are you okay with this?" he asked. I knew he'd stop if I asked. I didn't ask.

"Go," I said.

Jon pulled his fingers out and the next thing I felt was Jon plunging into me. I screamed with pain and pleasure as he moved inside me. He pressed a hand to my back, bending me over my desk. He muttered my name as he thrust in and out frantically. In a haze, I moved my hand down to my arousal but Jon was already there, jerking me earnestly as he moved deeper inside.

"Jon!" I screamed as I came, exploding all over the floor. Jon screamed my name and I felt him come in a hot rush. He pulled out carefully and collapsed to the floor. I fell down next to him and wrapped my arms around his waist.

We lay there, breathing heavily, Jon's chest heaved up and down. I rubbed my palm gently down to his stomach. He turned to look at me and leaned into my lips gently. I sighed into his mouth.

"I love you," he whispered, stroking my hair gently.

I smiled to myself, enjoying the feel of his light touch on my head.

"Mmm," I sighed.

"Wake up, sweetie."

I smiled, not realizing who was speaking. I think I mumbled something incoherent - at least I hoped it was incoherent - while on the edges of unconsciousness.

"Come on, sweetie, wake up," pleaded the voice. As I drew myself out of my sleepy haze, I realized I was in another haze. My eyes snapped open to see Evie's face gazing at me, her hand somewhere beneath the covers, stroking me. She smirked sexily at me. "Good morning."

"Good...morning," I whimpered weakly, squirming under her touch.

"Somebody woke up saluting this morning," she said, crawling on top of me. I gulped.

"Um, yeah," I said, sweat breaking out on my forehead. "Look, Evie...I can't...right now, please, get off of me."

"Stephen, come on," she said, looking at me with her smokey eyes. I quivered. She leaned in and kissed me deeply, gripping my hair until I thought she'd pull it right out.

At last she broke away. "Wow."

"You ready?" she said, her hands moving to the buttons of my pajama shirt.

"No, Evie, really, I can't," I stammered, trying to pry her fingers from my buttons. "Please."

"Stephen, what are you talking about?" she cooed, running her hands down my now bare chest. "You're as ready as I've ever seen you."

My breath hitched as she pressed her lips to mine again. I felt panicked. I couldn't make love to her. My body would surely revolt if I did after having a dream like that about Jon. There was no doubt that my intense arousal had come from such a graphically sensual dream. To make love to Evie now would be to do so for all the wrong reasons.

"Just a quickie?" she pleaded, batting her eyelashes.

My eyes widened. Those words triggered images in my mind of all that had gone on in Jon's dressing room that week. I pushed her off of me and flung the covers from my body.

"Stephen!" she exclaimed.

I didn't answer or stop to explain. I hobbled to the bathroom as quick as I could, my open pajama shirt flying as I went. I locked the door of our adjoining bathroom and yanked down my pants. I wrapped my hand firmly around my arousal and stroked urgently, grunting and moaning softly as the tension eased. I pictured Jon bending me over that desk and my hand sped up. I threw my head back, closed my eyes tight and came into my hand. Then I stood there, leaning against the wall of our bathroom, panting.

"Stephen?" called Evie, rapping her fist upon the locked door. "What's the matter with you? Stephen?"

I took a deep breath, pulled my shirt off and stepped into the shower. "I'm taking a shower!"

I pulled the curtain closed and turned on the water to rinse my hand just as Evie opened the door. I'd forgotten she knew how to unlock doors with a paper clip. I taught her that.

"Stephen, we need to talk."

"Nothing to talk about," I said over the spray of the shower.

"What are you talking about? You woke up...ready and then you refused to...is there something going on?"

"Going on? What could be going on? I just..." My brain scrambled to find something to say. Suddenly it seemed so simple to just blurt out everything about Jon. At least it would get me out of this situation. "I'm not feeling well."

"What's wrong?"

"I don't know," I lied, leaning against the tile of the shower wall. "My stomach feels...funny or something. That's all."

"Oh," said Evie. She sounded disappointed, she sounded confused. I breathed heavily, waiting for her to accept the lie. Oh, please accept the lie. "I understand."

A sigh of relief escaped me. "I'm really sorry, honey."

"Maybe you shouldn't go to work if you're not feeling well," she offered.

"Oh, no," I said. "I'll be fine. And besides, we can't just cancel a show in the middle of the week."

Evie sighed. "All right. Take your shower."

I heard her close the door and sunk down to the floor of the shower. What a mess. What a dream. I wanted to punch the wall so hard but there was a little common sense left inside my brain. I just put my hands in my head for a moment, then stood up and rinsed off the guilt in the stream of the shower.

*****

"What did she say when you got out of the shower?"

"Something about counseling. I don't know. You'd think it was the first time I turned her down."

"Who turns down morning sex?"

"True."

"Don't feel bad about her suggesting counseling," said Jon. "Tracey suggested I go sleep in a hotel the other night."

I chuckled a little and then sobered at what this meant. "Wait, did she throw you out?"

"No, no," said Jon quickly. "It was just cause...I had another bad dream and woke up screaming. She was just scared, she didn't mean it."

"Thank God," I said. "If she throws you out, that's the end. The beginning of the end, at least. What was the bad dream? The one about Paul attacking me?"

"No," said Jon quietly. "I didn't tell you about this one."

I steeled myself. "What was it?"

Jon took a deep breath. "We were making love in my apartment and Tracey walked in."

I gasped softly. "Oh...my God."

"Yea," said Jon. "Um...not so good."

There was a pervading silence on both ends of the phone as we weighed the gravity of this situation. If that had happened in real life, who knew where we'd be right now?

"We can't ever do that," I said.

"What?"

"Make love in one of our places, okay?"

"We did at your house."

"Well, yeah...that was a mistake. We could have easily been caught. No more of that."

"Are the offices any safer?"

"At least the people there already know what's going on. I think our safest bet is your dressing room."

"Right," said Jon. "God, I hate it all being so planned and calculated. Sometimes I just want to take you right in the cafe."

I chuckled. "Yes, well, we both know how that would end. Scandal and unhappiness, my friend. Scandal and unhappiness."

"I know," said Jon. "So...what was that dream you were having anyways?"

I smiled. "It was one helluva dream. I was sitting alone in the studio and then all of a sudden you were there. Jon...you bent me over my desk and..."

I trailed off as Jon gave a sharp intake of breath. "Wow," he choked.

"Yeah," I said, feeling a little breathless at the recollection. "It was 'wow', definitely."

"See, I wanna do that, baby," breathed Jon. "Why can't we do that?"

"Jon, please," I said. "We've been through this. It's too public. And besides...I'd never look at my desk the same way."

Jon giggled. "You're telling me."

"Hey, it's the last night of taping this week," I said. "Do you want to have a drink afterwards?"

"Sure, that sounds great," said Jon. "I'll meet you at your office?"

"Fantastic," I said, grinning. "See you then."

"Love you," said Jon softly.

"Love you too," I said. We hung up and I headed off to the writer's meeting that had started ten minutes ago.

******

I was definitely on a high after finishing Thursday's show. It was the weekend, we were off to the Emmys, who knew what would happen? The show had gone swimmingly, especially my plea for an Emmy to John Shaffner. Most enjoyable. I really wanted that Emmy, but part of me knew that it would be an endless source of material if I didn't win anything.

I left the studio, loosening my tie as I went. I knew Jon would be waiting for me so I switched glasses at the reception desk.

"Jon Stewart is in your office," said the receptionist. I nodded. "And Paul Dinello is downstairs. He wants to know if he can come up."

I froze. "What?"

"Paul Dinello is downstairs, he--"

"That's enough," I said, waving my hand irritably. "What does he want?"

She shrugged. "I don't know. All I know is that he's downstairs."

Should I let him up? What could he possibly want to discuss with me? My first instinct was to spit on him from my office window. But that was childish. Perhaps I should just send him away. That would only make him angrier and I didn't want him showing up at my house. Then it occurred to me, Jon was waiting for me in my office. If Paul came in and tried to make a move, Jon could get his revenge. Was it a trap? Was it wrong?

"Send him up," I said. The receptionist nodded and I set off toward my office.

"Hey there," said Jon, smiling at me from the couch. He must have noticed the strange look on my face because he cocked his head to one side. "What's up?"

I cleared my throat. "Paul is coming up here."

"What? Why?" Jon jumped up from the couch, his fists clenched.

"Shh," I urged him, glancing toward the door. "He must be coming up here to make another move on me. When he does, you can beat him up."

Jon smiled slowly and then frowned. "Is this wrong?"

"Remember what he did," I said, pointing a finger at him.

Jon just nodded. I wrapped my arms around him in a fierce hug just as we heard a knocking on my office door.

"Go in the bathroom," I hissed at him. He obeyed and ran toward the door in the corner of my office.

I straightened my tie and walked to the door.

"Paul. What are you doing here?"

*****

I shut the door so that I could just barely see out into the office. Stephen let Paul in and asked him why he was there. The minute I saw his stupid, smirking face, I wanted to punch him.

"Just came to talk to you," said Paul, fingering the sleeve of Stephen's jacket.

"Don't touch me," said Stephen, backing away from Paul. "What's going on?"

"Look, Stephen, I know we ended on kind of a bad note last time."

"A bad note!" exclaimed Stephen. "I punched you Paul. And I thought that I was pretty clear on what would happen if you came to see me again."

"Baby," said Paul. I bristled, how dare he use that word for Stephen? The word that I used for Stephen. "You can't mean that. Think of all the history we have together."

"It's an awful history," said Stephen, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Not all of it," said Paul. "Think of all those fun times in Second City. Have you talked to Steve lately?"

"Yes, I have."

"And you don't punch him in the face, I bet."

"Paul...Steve doesn't try to kiss me when I don't want him to."

Just then Paul lunged towards Stephen and kissed him full on the mouth. Stephen struggled under his touch and finally managed to push him off.

"Like that," he said, wiping his mouth on his sleeve. "You're gonna be sorry you did that."

I took that as my cue. I pulled the door open and came into the office. Paul's eyes widened. "You just don't know when to quit, do you Dinello?"

Paul started backing up until he ran into the wall. His hand searched frantically behind him for the doorknob but it wasn't there.

"This is entrapment! I don't want any trouble," he stammered, holding up his hands.

"You should have thought about that before you kissed my....Stephen," said Jon, striding toward Paul. "I told you to leave him alone and you wouldn't listen. I heard all about what happened while I was at the convention."

"Oh, did you?" smirked Paul. "Did you hear how he squirmed under my touch? How he loved it when I kissed him? How I made him scream?"

That did it. I lashed out and felt my fist connect with his jaw. Paul put a hand to his face, checking for blood, and gave me an incredulous look.

"Oh," he said. "It's on."

And then he was on me. We swung at each other. I dodged as many as I could. After all, I had to go to the Emmys that weekend and I didn't want to be sitting in the audience with a black eye. I dodged most of his blows to the head but I felt his fist catch me heavily in the stomach. I fell to the ground, coughing and spluttering.

Stephen stepped forward and took my place in the brawl. He held him off pretty well. Paul was just as short as I was so we were equally matched, but Stephen had a considerable advantage. Paul wrestled him to the ground and they rolled around, each trying to hit the other.

"Damn it, Paul," grunted Stephen as he held Paul's fist away from him. "How dare you hit Jon?"

At these words, my vigor was renewed. I leapt up from the ground and grabbed Paul off of Stephen. Stephen rolled away with his hand clamped over his mouth. He looked like he was hurt but I had to deal with Paul first. I grasped the lapel of his shirt, held him at arm's length and punched him right in the face. He stumbled backward and fell to the ground, scuttling up against the wall. I walked toward him and knelt down so we were face to face.

"Are you gonna leave him alone now?" I whispered.

Paul nodded, gasping for breath and clutching his jaw. "I get it, I get it."

"Good," I snarled. "Now get out."

Paul stood up hurriedly and ran from the office. I heard the receptionist asking him what was wrong. He dismissed her inquiries and rushed into the elevator. Pleased with myself, I turned around and suddenly remembered Stephen. He was curled in a ball on the floor near his desk.

"Stephen!" I gasped. "What's the matter?"

Stephen looked up at me. His eyes were watering and he had one hand at his crotch.

"Did he hurt you?"

Stephen nodded and pounded his fist on the side of his desk. His face crumpled in frustration, anger and hatred. I wrapped my arms around him and held his head to my chest.

"It's okay, Stephen," I said, rubbing his back.

"That bastard," squeaked Stephen.

I couldn't help but giggle a little at the highness of his voice. "Are you gonna be all right?"

I felt Stephen nod into my chest. He took a few calming deep breaths. "Yeah, yeah, I'm okay."

I pressed a kiss to the top of his head and he looked up at me. "Thanks," he said tearfully.

"Are you kidding?" I breathed. "I wasn't gonna let him do that to you again."

"And he still tried to cop a feel," said Stephen. "Even after we started beating him."

"Sick," I muttered. "Well, I don't think he'll bother you anymore."

"I certainly hope not," said Stephen, wiping his eyes. "But if he does, I know who to call. Damn, Jon, where'd you learn to fight like that?"

"What? You mean fight dirty?" I asked, chuckling. "You gotta know that stuff when you have a Jew fro and tend to get picked on."

Stephen laughed. The sound was music to my ears. "You'd think I'd have picked up some fight skills in the Dungeons and Dragons days. God knows I needed 'em..."

"Ah, you weren't so bad yourself," I said, kissing his forehead. "Come on, get up."

Stephen grasped the edge of his desk and pulled himself off the floor. I followed, ready to steady him if he should fall. I smiled at him and touched his cheek gently. He shut his eyes and leaned into my hand. Slowly, I leaned into him. It never failed to amaze me how wonderful it felt each time our lips met. This was not new anymore, but it still felt new.

"I love you, Stephen," I murmured. He leaned down to rest his forehead on mine.

"Mmm, I love you too," whispered Stephen. He wrapped his arms around my neck and kissed me again, deeply. Carefully he backed me towards the couch. He broke away from me just long enough to push me down onto the leather and follow, splaying his body on top of mine.

"My knight in shining armor," he breathed, bowing his head to kiss me again. I smiled against his lips and knew that I was in heaven.

Stephen's suggestion of getting drinks that night went blissfully unfulfilled.

A/N: Emmys up next! Can I get a "yahoo"?

Comments

[emotionalwench.livejournal.com]

YAY FOR BEATING UP PAUL!! Haha, I loved Jon's comment about his "Jew fro" (reminds me of Jon's real-life comments about being the only Jew at his high school...I love how well-researched this fic is). When I saw that Paul was listed as one of the warnings, at first I was like "oh HELL no" because I thought maybe Stephen would go back to him again and ruin his relationship with Jon. Sooo glad to see that's not what happened.

Poor Stephen got kicked in the balls! He doesn't deserve that! XD

Oh, and YAY FOR SEXINS IN THE STUDIO! Even if it was only a dream. I so want to see that. ;)

I was wondering when Jon would tell Stephen the dream he had about them being caught by the wife. Seems like the wives are becoming more of a problem what with Stephen turning down Evie for sex and them sneaking around. D: *nervous*

I can't wait for the Emmys chapter!

[shoebox_addict]

Hahahaha!! I thought that'd get some good reactions. :) Heehee, I had to mention it. Thanks so much for saying it's well-researched, I really appreciate that. I don't start to write fanfics unless I really feel like I'm well-versed in who/what I'm writing about so I'm glad you noticed that. Haha, no, Stephen has learned his lesson for good now. I promise.

I know!! Poor Stephen, indeed. :(

LMAO!! Well...we shall see...

Yeah, the wives are kinda closing in. I can't help it, it's just the way the story is evolving. I actually have to deal with that in the next chapter and I'll be asking for your guys' input.

I've begun to write it!! :D

[emotionalwench.livejournal.com]

I don't start to write fanfics unless I really feel like I'm well-versed in who/what I'm writing about -- Oh God, if only all fanfic writers did the same. XD Your fic is just a breath of fresh air compared to many others I've read -- like people who write Harry Potter fanfic and act like they haven't even read the books.

Glad Stephen's learned his lesson for good. ;) I mean, he has Jon, how could he ever settle for less?

I understand how your story is evolving RE: the wives. It makes sense that they would catch on eventually. And wifeless AU is one thing, but if you're going to include the wives in the story, then their presence must be dealt with fairly and realistically. So even if bad stuff happens in regards to Tracey and Evie, I'll understand why you did it. Although I admit I do yearn for a happy ending. As long as the fic doesn't end with a horribly depressing ending, I'll be happy. ;) (Although I'll probably cry the day this fic ends at all, LOL. I don't want it to be over, ever!)

I'm sure you'll do awesome things with the Emmy chapter. I look forward to it. :)

[shoebox_addict]

True dat, my friend. True dat. Some of those HP fics...God almighty...a breath of fresh air? Why, thank you!!

Ab-so-lutely. ^__^

I don't want it to be over EVER either!! LOLZ. Sometimes I sit down and wonder if it would be illogical/implausible to just keep this going foreeeeeveeeer. The sad part is that I don't know how it can end happily with the wives involved. I fear I may have to go AU to satisfy my readers and not depress the hell out of myself. I dunno...I'll pose my question in an author's note at the end of the next chatper and see what you guys come up with.

Thankies!! It'll probably be done Sunday or Monday...it's taking a while, lots of material to work with!

[blossomcup.livejournal.com]

Yay for beating on Paul!

Ooooh, I wonder when the wives are gonna catch on...Eeek!

[shoebox_addict]

LOLZ!! :D

Yeah..I'm starting to get worried about that.

Thanks for reading and thanks for the comment! :D

[auragoth.livejournal.com]

YAHOO! LOVED IT!
"You gotta know that stuff when you have a Jew fro and tend to get picked on."
^ Yes!!! Jew fro!
I cannot wait to see what kind of Emmy mischief you're going to cook up!

[shoebox_addict]

Thank you!!! :D
Heehee, had to mention it!!

Glad you're looking forward to it! ^__^

[emotionalwench.livejournal.com]

P.S. I'm watching TCR as I type this, and already I know that I'll never be able to look at his C-shaped desk the same ever again. XD

[shoebox_addict]

Hahaha!! :D Sorry about that...at least it's a good mental image, right?

[emotionalwench.livejournal.com]

Haha, yes, a VERY good mental image. ;)

[shoebox_addict]

^__^

[emotionalwench.livejournal.com]

Nice new icon. ;)

[shoebox_addict]

Why, thank you!

[teardrop-attack.livejournal.com]

OOOOOH YEAAAAAAAAAH protective Jon is back !!!! I can't get enough of this, please tell me we're going to see more and more and more of protective Jon ! ^^
And I love that they beat up Paul ! (hum...this sentence would seem strange out of context haha).
And finally, Stephen's dream was awesome :D

[shoebox_addict]

I adoooore protective Jon. He'll be around lots, I promise you that.

Hahaha! Don't worry, makes perfect sense here. ^__^

Teehee. Thanks. Perhaps it will come true...

Thanks for the comment! :D

[shoebox_addict]

LOLZ!!! Don't worry about it!!

Yes...and yes! Heehee! :D

ROFL! What the hell is a BAMF???

Yes, I love allusions to the nerdy days...they both so damn adorable!

LOL!!! I think I actually have that icon!

Yea...I'm biting my nails about that too...write it for me so I don't have to?? LOL.

Yea, it was kinda short, sorry about that! I promise the Emmy one will be longer, there's a lot to deal with. It's taking my a while!

[shoebox_addict]

ROFL!!!! Then...yes. XP

Thanks for your high expectations! Lolz.

[shoebox_addict]

Hahaha. I get it now. ^__^

ROFL!! YES. That is absolutely what will be going through my head now. XP

[shoebox_addict]

Lol!! Yea, tell her!

[wolfishinsanity.livejournal.com]

I have some constructive criticism. Well, not really, just something you may want to consider. XD Perhaps Jon and Stephen should start wearing condoms. We don't want them getting AIDS or anything, RIGHT?

Oh, Stephen! =(
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I must say, I love it when Jon calls Stephen baby. I just see him saying it in my mind, and it makes me smile.
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OH YES. I've been waiting for this.
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That was... ADFJASFDLJFAKSD;; holy crap. I can't say how happy that make me. <3<3<3<3

EMMYS! Before I read that, I must watch those. XD

[shoebox_addict]

Yeah. Thanks for saying that. I was just thinking about that actually. And if I want it to be really realistic then yeah, they need to start using protection. Sorry about that!

Heehee, me too. A source of infinite smiles. :)

LMAO!!! I knew it'd make a lot of people smile. =)

Hahaha. Yeah, it would be helpful to watch before reading, lolz. THANK YOU SO MUCH for going back and reading all of this. Love ya for it!

[wolfishinsanity.livejournal.com]

XD No need to be sorry, I'm just scared our boys are gonna get something. D:

It's just so cute.

XD

Oh, of course I went back and read it all! I'm addicted to this story.

[southerngaelic.livejournal.com]

KILL HIM! KILL HIM! SET THE BASTARD ON FIRE! WAIT, LET ME DO IT!

*readies the flamethrower*

[shoebox_addict]

ROFLMAO!! That's how everyone felt when I posted it! Hey, they showed him who's boss!