thedailyshow_rps | "Fix Your Hair" - Jon/Stephen, R (Reply)

Title: Fix Your Hair
Series: TDS/TCR
Pairing: Jon/Stephen
Rating: R
Warning: Handjob! :DDD
Summary: Jon doesn't like the fact that Stephen's hair is slicked back all the time and he intends to fix it.
Disclaimer: The only thing I own is the computer I type on and the ideas in my head.
Author's Notes: I made some icons of Stephen from an episode where his hair was incredibly fluffy and soft-looking. Shoebox_addict (aka, Teh Muse) and I agreed that his hair looks better that way.

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“Ugh, Stephen.”

Jon Stewart stepped into the small dressing room that belonged to his best friend.

Stephen Colbert sat in a chair in front of a mirror as his stylist sprayed down the last bit of Stephen’s hair. She acknowledged Jon with a smile and a nod.

“Hey, Trish.” Jon said, smiling back.

“Hi, Mr. Stewart. I’ll leave you guys be.” Trish said. She quickly made her way out of the dressing room and shut the door behind her. Jon shook his head.

“Will she ever call me Jon?” he asked, staring at Stephen only through his mirror reflection. Stephen chuckled. “She still has trouble calling me Stephen.” he replied. Jon put his hand on Stephen’s shoulder.

“Now, hey, what was that entrance all about, Jon?” Stephen asked.

“Your hair! Stephen, you know your hair looks better when it’s all soft and pushed back, not slicked and sprayed down.” Jon said, touching Stephen’s hair.

“There’s nothing I can do about it, Jon. It’s Trish’s decision.”

“Stephen. It’s your hair. You can decide exactly how you want your hair to be.” Jon said. He leaned in close and kissed Stephen’s good ear lightly, tracing his fingers across the lines in Stephen’s crispy hair.

“Mmm…Jon…” Stephen whispered. He turned to look up at Jon for a second before sighing.

“I wish we had time, Jon, but I’ve only got -” Stephen checked his watch, “- three minutes til we start taping.”

“Oh, Stephen, that’s plenty of time.” Jon said. He grabbed Stephen’s tie and pulled him up to his full height. He crushed his lips against Stephen’s lips and held him closer.

Stephen hummed against Jon’s lips and smirked at the vibration. Jon’s hands slid down Stephen’s body, snaking their way to his pants. He fervently unbuckled Stephen’s belt and yanked Stephen’s pants open.

Without a second of hesitation, Jon reached into Stephen’s boxers and began pumping his fist up and down Stephen’s cock, all the while kissing him passionately. Stephen clung to Jon, gasping for air, sweat cancelling out the effects of the hairspray.

“Mmm, Jon…” he muttered, resting his forehead against Jon’s as Jon continued to pump, harder, faster. Jon leaned forward and tasted Stephen’s skin, licking a line up his jaw to his ear. He sucked on Stephen’s earlobe and received a pleading groan in reply.

“Nngh…don’t…don’t stop…” Stephen whispered. He shoved his arms out and pushed against the walls of the narrow dressing room to support himself so he wouldn’t collapse. Jon used his free hand to run his fingers through Stephen’s slowly-softening hair.

Jon smiled as he caught a growl deep in Stephen’s throat. Jon sped up a little bit more and that was all it took; Stephen buried his face in Jon’s chest and bit down on the fabric of Jon’s suit as he rode out his orgasm.

“Christ, Jon.” Stephen muttered. His hair was an utter mess now, falling in his face, his glasses askew and making their way down to the tip of his nose. Jon smiled and got up on his toes to kiss Stephen sweetly, gently.

“See?” Jon said. He ran a hand through Stephen’s hair, pushing it back and out of his face. Stephen adjusted his glasses and smiled at his reflection, then at Jon.

“You’re right, Jon. It looks much better this way.” He checked his reflection again, then turned to Jon and walked to the door with him. “But you know, Trish isn’t gonna like this. And she’s just gonna keep styling it slicked back and sprayed.”

“Well, then, I’ll just have to come in here every night and fix it for you.” Jon replied. He gave Stephen one more quick kiss before they exited the dressing room. They looked down the hall both ways before Stephen waved goodbye to Jon.

“Love you, Jon.”

“Love you, too, baby.”

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