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ink_n_impYou know the Oscars were BORING as HELL when all you really wanted was Clooney and Stewart to shack up and passionately embrace and have awesome, snarky hot asshole sex right there! Clooney/Stewart OTP FOREVER!1!!1!!1!
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cherrysher with what would be the plot line of a Clooney/Stewart Real Person Slash (RPS) fic. Because I am sick in the head and love this shit.
Beware...CRACK lies ahead!! PLEASE...IT IS CRACK AND CRACK IS WHACK so if you don't want to think of me contemplating completely unrealistic real person SLASH PORN, just turn back and go now. Remember...George Clooney/Jon Stewart RPS.
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!
...I am going to hell for this.
...now, Stewart is doing the press release run down, but has to run to get to the Jimmy Kimmel Late Night Show, trying to get out, when he meets Clooney's eyes. Both eyebrow rise in that "ah, you're trying to get out too" commradier, sexy smirks exchanged. Stewart hesitates, but they sidle over to each other, do the manly handshake/hug thing. Stewart just figures they are doing the "good job and congrads" thing, but they hold it for just a LITTLE bit too long.
Here is wherecherrysher said Stewart should notice like his cologne smells nice. XD
Now, Clooney does the "good job, yadayada" but in a low voice, says something OH SO innuendo-ish. Stewart is a bit taken aback, but snarks it, deflects it, and Clooney just smirks oh god I'm going to hell for this, I really am and and says "Don't sell yourself short" or something like that and there's a brush of a thumb over the other's thumb in the manly handshake that is WAY more suggestive than the innuendo passed...
But Clooney just nods and walks off, and Stewart leaves, a bit WTF, thinking it a bit off, but thinking nothing of it really. But then he gets home, goes to bed, long night...and it hits him. It nags him. And it turns him on!!!
Oh yea, Ima going to hell, yep!
Now, time passes. Stewart still thinks of it, it's at the back of his mind, when Clooney is booked for the Daily Show. ^_^
The date comes, Stewart goes to the green room to greet him before hand, Clooney is cool but Stewart seems just a TOUCH awkward, a little too loud, joking a little to much. The other guest leaves for a moment and the crew is busy elsewhere and there opens a window of opportunity and Clooney strikes in a move of total suaveness and sex.
Long of short, Clooney says they should meet afterwards, "chat" and the like. Stewart eyebrows, but smirks, and agrees. Walks off, show about to start, but is smirking, THE smirk, the "I'm the smex" smirk.
So, we cut to in show, people/crew notice the eyes they are passing back and forth between each other during the interview, people love how intense they are, how much they really hit it off together, audience is roaring with laughter, it's like, show ZEN or something, Clooney and Stewart are on "I'm an asshole and proud off it!" FIRE.
And then, cut to after the show. They go out for drinks, Stewart still a tad high from the great show recording. There's some really, REALLY hott flirting dialogue back and forth...
And then, teh man sex. Of total hotness.With David Hasselhoff's "Du" as background music.
TEH END.
Now excuse me, I need to find me a handbasket to Hell. Or a fast car. Whichever euphemism you like best. But since I am going to Hell, well, I did it all forcherrysher.
...and, that why I began regaling
cherrysher with what would be the plot line of a Clooney/Stewart Real Person Slash (RPS) fic. Because I am sick in the head and love this shit.Beware...CRACK lies ahead!! PLEASE...IT IS CRACK AND CRACK IS WHACK so if you don't want to think of me contemplating completely unrealistic real person SLASH PORN, just turn back and go now. Remember...George Clooney/Jon Stewart RPS.
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!
...I am going to hell for this.
...now, Stewart is doing the press release run down, but has to run to get to the Jimmy Kimmel Late Night Show, trying to get out, when he meets Clooney's eyes. Both eyebrow rise in that "ah, you're trying to get out too" commradier, sexy smirks exchanged. Stewart hesitates, but they sidle over to each other, do the manly handshake/hug thing. Stewart just figures they are doing the "good job and congrads" thing, but they hold it for just a LITTLE bit too long.
Here is where
cherrysher said Stewart should notice like his cologne smells nice. XDNow, Clooney does the "good job, yadayada" but in a low voice, says something OH SO innuendo-ish. Stewart is a bit taken aback, but snarks it, deflects it, and Clooney just smirks
But Clooney just nods and walks off, and Stewart leaves, a bit WTF, thinking it a bit off, but thinking nothing of it really. But then he gets home, goes to bed, long night...and it hits him. It nags him. And it turns him on!!!
Oh yea, Ima going to hell, yep!
Now, time passes. Stewart still thinks of it, it's at the back of his mind, when Clooney is booked for the Daily Show. ^_^
The date comes, Stewart goes to the green room to greet him before hand, Clooney is cool but Stewart seems just a TOUCH awkward, a little too loud, joking a little to much. The other guest leaves for a moment and the crew is busy elsewhere and there opens a window of opportunity and Clooney strikes in a move of total suaveness and sex.
Long of short, Clooney says they should meet afterwards, "chat" and the like. Stewart eyebrows, but smirks, and agrees. Walks off, show about to start, but is smirking, THE smirk, the "I'm the smex" smirk.
So, we cut to in show, people/crew notice the eyes they are passing back and forth between each other during the interview, people love how intense they are, how much they really hit it off together, audience is roaring with laughter, it's like, show ZEN or something, Clooney and Stewart are on "I'm an asshole and proud off it!" FIRE.
And then, cut to after the show. They go out for drinks, Stewart still a tad high from the great show recording. There's some really, REALLY hott flirting dialogue back and forth...
And then, teh man sex. Of total hotness.
TEH END.
Now excuse me, I need to find me a handbasket to Hell. Or a fast car. Whichever euphemism you like best. But since I am going to Hell, well, I did it all for
cherrysher.
