FIC: Try to Forget
Nov. 17th, 2011 01:47 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
zaubraFandoms: UK Politics
Title: Try to Forget
Ship(s): John Bercow/Chris Bryant, Chris Bryant/Jared Cranney, John Bercow/Chris Bryant/Jared Cranney, John Bercow/Sally Bercow
Word Count: 686
Rating: R
Summary: Chris notices that John's upset. He and Jared do something about it. Can also be found here at the meme.
Disclaimer: This is a creative work of fiction, composed of fictional characters inspired by the public personas of living people. No injury or disrespect is intended to the persons named. If you've found this by googling yourself or someone you know, stop playing on the Internet and go run the country.
Try to Forget
John thinks he controls his face well. An impartial Speaker must.
Chris takes one look, and his eyebrows shoot up. “Are you all right?”
“I’m fine,” John says, shortly, shoving his phone back into his pocket with perhaps a trifle more force than necessary. “Thank you,” he remembers to add.
The party is still in full swing around them, celebrating another year of the Lords v Commons Charity Swim. Chris’s hair is still faintly wet, and he bears traces of the satisfied exhilaration that marks him as a 49-year-old champion who has beaten challengers half his age.
“It’s nothing,” John says, in response to Chris’s pointed look. “Just…” He trails off.
“Sally,” Chris says, and it’s not a question. His hand shoots out, involuntarily, touching John’s elbow before falling away again.
John doesn’t answer, and knows it’s answer enough.
After a moment, Chris makes a thoughtful noise. “How much longer do you think we’ll have to stay at this party?”
He should say no to what Chris is offering. There’s been comfort given and comfort taken on an irregular basis for some time now, ever since Chris came to try to talk John into crossing the floor and one thing led to another. But they are both married now, and John has been trying to give Chris up.
Chris is a hard addiction to give up.
Especially when he’s raising an eyebrow, and his mouth is turning up. “I’ve rendered the Speaker speechless. Truly a red-letter day.”
John suppresses the wince as best he can. “Sally’s off with Paddy, but Jared’s with you.” He knows he should have said No, that’s all over, but he can’t bring himself to say the words.
He watches the grin as it spreads over Chris’s face, slowly baring teeth. “Perhaps Jared can join us.”
“You didn’t…” John breathes.
Chris shrugs. “He knows I’ve slept with MPs before. He knows I have a long-term casual relationship with someone. I haven’t told him your name, although he may have guessed.” A tendril of pride snakes in to Chris’s voice. “He’s smart that way.”
“And you think he might be…interested?” John says, keeping his voice down. He looks over Chris’s shoulder, trying to find Jared in the crush of people outside their corner.
“I think he will be,” Chris says, and his grin turns a bit sharper in the light of John’s sceptical eyebrow. “I know him, you see.” He waits for a response, and when none is forthcoming, he waves an arm at someone across the room.
Jared joins them a minute later. “Yes?”
“Is that any way to greet a champion?” Chris asks, affecting an injured tone.
Jared rolls his eyes. “Yes, all-conquering hero?”
Chris beams at him, the sharpness of his face going a bit softer. Besotted, John thinks; the phone in his pocket feels like lead, dragging him down.
Chris must see something in the look on his face, because the look on his own sobers. “Jared,” he says, quietly, “John’s had a shock, I think.” He looks to John for permission, and John finds himself nodding. “Come to bed with us?”
Jared’s eyebrow arches silently, and he looks consideringly at John, then back at Chris. “Do you both want me?”
“Yes,” Chris says, seeking and finding his hand.
They turn to John.
He looks at their faces, at their quiet affection, at their strength, and almost wants to run from them; he thinks of the forgetfulness they offer, the passion and the lust and the breathless space beyond thought.
The great weariness tugging at his shoulders decides for him. “Yes,” he says.
Later, much later, as John pushes into Chris, as John watches Chris’s hands scrabbling helplessly at the bedclothes, as John watches Jared lean down to kiss the moans out of Chris’s mouth –
– as his phone, silent, still lingers on the words that started it all, simple banal words –
@SallyBercow Exhausted. Full-on day of cooking, cleaning & waiting on my 'man'. Having a laugh with Paddy tho' - between my chores, obvs #WOMAAAAAAAN
– John will shut his eyes and try to fall, try to drown, try to forget.
~//~
Title: Try to Forget
Ship(s): John Bercow/Chris Bryant, Chris Bryant/Jared Cranney, John Bercow/Chris Bryant/Jared Cranney, John Bercow/Sally Bercow
Word Count: 686
Rating: R
Summary: Chris notices that John's upset. He and Jared do something about it. Can also be found here at the meme.
Disclaimer: This is a creative work of fiction, composed of fictional characters inspired by the public personas of living people. No injury or disrespect is intended to the persons named. If you've found this by googling yourself or someone you know, stop playing on the Internet and go run the country.
Try to Forget
John thinks he controls his face well. An impartial Speaker must.
Chris takes one look, and his eyebrows shoot up. “Are you all right?”
“I’m fine,” John says, shortly, shoving his phone back into his pocket with perhaps a trifle more force than necessary. “Thank you,” he remembers to add.
The party is still in full swing around them, celebrating another year of the Lords v Commons Charity Swim. Chris’s hair is still faintly wet, and he bears traces of the satisfied exhilaration that marks him as a 49-year-old champion who has beaten challengers half his age.
“It’s nothing,” John says, in response to Chris’s pointed look. “Just…” He trails off.
“Sally,” Chris says, and it’s not a question. His hand shoots out, involuntarily, touching John’s elbow before falling away again.
John doesn’t answer, and knows it’s answer enough.
After a moment, Chris makes a thoughtful noise. “How much longer do you think we’ll have to stay at this party?”
He should say no to what Chris is offering. There’s been comfort given and comfort taken on an irregular basis for some time now, ever since Chris came to try to talk John into crossing the floor and one thing led to another. But they are both married now, and John has been trying to give Chris up.
Chris is a hard addiction to give up.
Especially when he’s raising an eyebrow, and his mouth is turning up. “I’ve rendered the Speaker speechless. Truly a red-letter day.”
John suppresses the wince as best he can. “Sally’s off with Paddy, but Jared’s with you.” He knows he should have said No, that’s all over, but he can’t bring himself to say the words.
He watches the grin as it spreads over Chris’s face, slowly baring teeth. “Perhaps Jared can join us.”
“You didn’t…” John breathes.
Chris shrugs. “He knows I’ve slept with MPs before. He knows I have a long-term casual relationship with someone. I haven’t told him your name, although he may have guessed.” A tendril of pride snakes in to Chris’s voice. “He’s smart that way.”
“And you think he might be…interested?” John says, keeping his voice down. He looks over Chris’s shoulder, trying to find Jared in the crush of people outside their corner.
“I think he will be,” Chris says, and his grin turns a bit sharper in the light of John’s sceptical eyebrow. “I know him, you see.” He waits for a response, and when none is forthcoming, he waves an arm at someone across the room.
Jared joins them a minute later. “Yes?”
“Is that any way to greet a champion?” Chris asks, affecting an injured tone.
Jared rolls his eyes. “Yes, all-conquering hero?”
Chris beams at him, the sharpness of his face going a bit softer. Besotted, John thinks; the phone in his pocket feels like lead, dragging him down.
Chris must see something in the look on his face, because the look on his own sobers. “Jared,” he says, quietly, “John’s had a shock, I think.” He looks to John for permission, and John finds himself nodding. “Come to bed with us?”
Jared’s eyebrow arches silently, and he looks consideringly at John, then back at Chris. “Do you both want me?”
“Yes,” Chris says, seeking and finding his hand.
They turn to John.
He looks at their faces, at their quiet affection, at their strength, and almost wants to run from them; he thinks of the forgetfulness they offer, the passion and the lust and the breathless space beyond thought.
The great weariness tugging at his shoulders decides for him. “Yes,” he says.
Later, much later, as John pushes into Chris, as John watches Chris’s hands scrabbling helplessly at the bedclothes, as John watches Jared lean down to kiss the moans out of Chris’s mouth –
– as his phone, silent, still lingers on the words that started it all, simple banal words –
@SallyBercow Exhausted. Full-on day of cooking, cleaning & waiting on my 'man'. Having a laugh with Paddy tho' - between my chores, obvs #WOMAAAAAAAN
– John will shut his eyes and try to fall, try to drown, try to forget.
~//~
