Blue Dress

The door to his office opened, but Jon didn't even bother to look up. He was nervous about his interview with former President Clinton and had told everyone to hold off on speaking to him unless it was an emergency. Whatever emergency it was would soon reveal itself.

"Jon?" It was Stephen's voice that pulled him up from the litany of questions he'd wanted to ask.

"Stephen?" Not that it was enough to bring him fully out of it to look up from the cards as he made notations and crossed things out.

"Jon. Look at me. I got the dress." Stephen sounded excited, but that was nothing new. He was a pretty excitable guy when it came down to it. He played so many characters so well that sometimes Jon wondered who or what the true Stephen Colbert was.

"Eh? The blue one? Where from?" Jon looked up, ready to be amused but Stephen wasn't holding the blue dress.

"Ebay."

No, not holding the dress at all. Stephen was wearing the famous Monica Lewinsky blue dress. "Oh, you look very pretty, Stephen." He leaned forward, squinting and started to giggle. "Are those real come stains?"

"Mayo, actually. So what do you think?" Stephen turned around slowly in it.

"Little big in the hips, but I hear the big guy likes that. Do you have a cigar to complete the ensemble?" asked John, clicking his pen, trying to decide if this would be a grave insult or a really funny bit-- could be both, so long as it was entertaining.

Stephen held up the cigar to his nose, sniffing it slowly.

"Need to tie it into something relevant or it's stale, I think. What are you developing it for? Our tag-in, or did you just want to drop by and meet the guy?"

"I bought it for you. I want to be your intern, Jon." Stephen quirked his brow in such a way that it made it almost seem like he was being truthful.

"Great, bring me bottled water and some coffee if it's fresh. Then get under my desk and blow me." For emphasis, Jon snapped his fingers and laughed when Stephen turned to leave. He leaned over his desk to note that the man hadn't even shaved his legs. This was going to be great television.

Maybe a little done, but if they clipped it short... oh and the blogosphere was going to go wild. Yes, they'd have to keep the under the desk bit as well. Surely Stephen wouldn't mind hiding under the desk. Maybe they could make panels for him to wave out of occasionally. No, that would be overboard and he did want to have a serious discussion with Bill Clinton.

He was pondering how to cut down the bit and work the timing when Stephen came in with his coffee and the water. He set both on the desk, grinned at Jon and then rolled him back in his chair and crouched under the desk. The whole time, Jon couldn't help but laugh, particularly at Stephen's marvelously stoic face, as if this was serious and they got up to such high-jinx every day.

"Oh mighty blogosphere, how we shall own you!" Jon announced to no one in particular.

"Think Travolta will send us flowers for getting him off of the hotsea--e---et... Stephen?" Jon asked as he felt hands on the front of his jeans, as he hadn't yet changed for the show. "No one will be seeing this part, so you can stop that."

Jon sat back in his seat to look at Stephen's determined face. "Is this one of those 'getting into character' things? Because...." He jumped as Stephen expertly fished his cock from his boxers. Clearing his throat as if that would lower his voice, he still went up an octave to say, "I think that's taking it a little far!"

Stephen would've answered but he already had pulled Jon's cock into his mouth and was sucking with an air of thoughtfulness, as if he were considering whether his character would do this? Or maybe he wondered if he liked it? Some decision must have been made because he pulled more of Jon's cock into his mouth, making up the gap but pulling his hand over the skin.

At first Jon thought he should shoo him away, but then, maybe Stephen was just a method actor and... no, it was actually a really good blowjob and with each slurp and suckle, Jon wasn't sure why he shouldn't just enjoy it, so he flopped back against his chair, grinding his hips forward lightly. After spreading his legs enough for Stephen to fondle his balls, a PA walked in. Naturally.

Immediately, Jon hunched forward, pushing Stephen to under the desk completely. For a moment, the sucking stopped and Jon could pretend to care that there was sound distortion on the first guest microphone and that they weren't sure that the Anne Richards graphic would be done in time. Jon nodded, pretending to care up until he felt the delicious warmth of Stephen's mouth wrapped around him.

He felt trapped and aroused and a little curious as to when Stephen learned to suck cock so well. Perhaps there was something to say about that third gay for every brother he had because... he could go pro with this.

Without realizing what was going on, the PA said, "You seem... distracted. I'll come back later."

Jon put his head on his desk as the PA closed the door, grabbing the edge of it and swung his hips against Stephen's mouth. At this point, he didn't even care why the dress or what the point of this was. He wanted to get off. No, he needed to get off and he was going to get off. He was so close, so close, so close and then Stephen pulled back, using his hand to finish Jon off.

He had no idea where he'd shot or what Stephen planned to do with this until Stephen pushed his chair back and grinned up at Jon with a come-covered face. "Now... I'm ready to talk to the President."

"What? Stephen... that's real... you can't... go out there like that!"

After waggling his sodden brows, which caused more of it to glop down onto his glasses and dribble down to his lips, which he licked, he said, "Can't I, Jon?" he paused in his overdramatic way with a brow up, "Can't I?"

With that, Stephen pulled himself up from his knees and headed out of the office, Jon left not knowing whether to laugh or cry at what had just happened. He was terribly concerned that as ballsy as Stephen had been, he really would go out there like that. Only time and the show would tell.