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The first time they had sex was a ridiculously long time after they met. It was a ridiculously long time after they started sleeping together, actually: five years since they discovered that spooning together on the bottom bunk might not cure Jon's insomnia or Stephen's nightmares, but it sure made them more manageable.
It had been unexpected. His expectations of the night had actually consisted of several hours of worry, followed by watching Stephen stumble in with a collection of newly-formed bruises and welts, followed by several more hours of misplaced guilt.
He was only half an hour into the worry portion of the night when Stephen walked in, looking shocked but unmolested.
"Stephen!" Jon cried, sitting up. "You're okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," Stephen replied. The door locked behind him with a small click, as both their presences registered with the Viacom mainframe as in their quarters. "O'Reilly didn't ask for me. Or Redstone withdrew his consent. Either way, I'm all yours for the rest of the night."
Their quarters were ridiculously small. Jon pretty much just had to stand up to be in hugging range.
Stephen breathed in sharply when Jon put his arms around him, though, so he dropped them immediately and stepped back as much as he could.
"You said you were fine," Jon said.
"I am," Stephen assured him. "I just- I uh-" He flushed bright red. "I took one of the blue pills. I, uh- I didn't-"
Jon gave him another quick, involuntary once over and confirmed that yes, Stephen pants had a definite bulge in them.
"Oh," Jon blushed too. "I'll give you-" He meant to say 'some space' or 'some privacy', but a lot of the emotions he tended not to want to deal with suddenly swelled up, and it changed to "Would you like a hand with that?"