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Prompt Post: The Magnus Archives #1
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1. All comments to the meme must be anonymous. Linking to fills on AO3/Tumblr/website of your choice is allowed, but comments here must still be posted anon.
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Fill: S1 Jon/Martin, misuse of Institute wifi 1/4
(Anonymous) 2021-03-25 06:18 pm (UTC)(link)There weren’t enough hours in the day. Jon had managed only the barest amount of organization since his promotion and had to keep pulling himself away from his work to perform his supervisorial duties. Staff meetings and evaluations and responding to complaints were all mindless chores that cut into the time he needed to get his Archives into some sort of order.
He’d been ignoring the cheerful messages to check his employees’ keylogs and wifi access for months. He had tried to keep up, at first, but as soon as Tim knew he was looking, he’d started typing “boobies” followed by “5318008” over and over again. It was stupid. Even if any of his staff had extra time to fool around, they were all hard workers who put in a full day’s work, despite occasionally frittered away time frivolously. If he were to go off the keylogger, Martin was the most productive employee he had, working only on whatever Jon had assigned him, never even checking the weather or news headlines. Sasha, meanwhile, had (on average) twenty-seven tabs open on a given day, only half of them related to anything to do with the Magnus Institute or her work, and at least four tracking job openings in their field.
Jon felt that he maybe should report that last piece of information, but he decided that he didn’t want to get into that.
The wifi was even less useful. Tim got frequent notifications from numerous dating apps that he generally ignored, Sasha seemed to be earning a decent chunk of google play survey money, and Martin barely turned his phone on. Jon submitted what documentation he had to with fields filled with ‘no issues’ and ‘continue present management’, and stopped checking.
It seemed even less important after the worms started spreading and Sasha met with Michael, the distorted man, and more and more Jon began to think that there was something more happening. And he began to resent, more and more, the bureaucracy that prevented him from delving deeper. It wasn’t until Elias cornered him one day and insisted that he look into why the Archives was using almost twice as much wifi as before that Jon even looked into it.
It was Martin. Of course it was, and not even in the usual ‘of course it was Martin’ kind of way. He’d been living in the Archives for weeks by this point, and there was nothing else to do – no books or television. Jon stayed late, but even so Martin had several hours each night on his own to fill before he could justify sleeping on his shitty little cot. No wonder he was using the wifi. Jon decided not to discuss this with Martin, and just fired off a memo to Elias that he could feel free to dip into the Archives travel budget (why did they even have a travel budget?) to compensate the Institute, should he need to.
Elias wrote back reminding Jon that he had asked him to find out why the extra bandwidth has been used, not to offer solutions. Jon sighed and started with one of the first larger bandwidth spikes, from just fairly recently after Martin had ‘moved in’. It was a large amount of data over about half an hour, so likely a video. Jon wouldn’t have blamed him for watching something comforting after what he’d been through. Cat videos, perhaps. Or something about spiders, or dogs. It occurred to Jon that the fact that Martin liked those two things was about all he knew about him. Well, that and his work was sloppy and he smiled too much and had surprisingly steady hands when he served tea.
He clicked on the link and quickly learned two more things: Martin watched porn, and Martin watched gay porn.
Not that that meant anything, Jon reminded himself, starting at the screen as a burly young temp pouted at a shorter man at least ten years older than him and whined that there didn’t seem to be anything he could do to please ‘Mr. Potter’. What porn one consumed had nothing to do with one’s character or even orientation. Mr. Potter had the temp on his knees now, and was leaning back in the chair with his legs spread, giving him some sort of lecture on proper office behaviour. It hardly mattered that… dear lord. That was a large penis for such a small man. The temp took it like a champ, though, Jon thought. Well done. This… this didn’t mean anything.
Jon clicked away before he could get to the end. There was no point. He was certainly not about to share this with Elias.
There was another spike, a few days later. Jon clicked on the link, hoping it was something less indecent. It wasn’t. It started out in a high school setting, already suspect, with a few large boys (in their thirties, Jon estimated) bulling a smaller boy (also likely in his thirties). Then it cut to a high-rise office and that same bullied boy, now looking his age, sitting in a suit with folders in front of him, asking for the next applicant. Predictably, it was one of the bullies, who looked startled to see him. Jon leaned forward, weirdly compelled.
“Long time no see, Brian.”
“Yeah, I… hey, no hard feelings, huh?”
“Oh, I might have a few hard feelings still. How badly do you want this job?”
“Real bad. Rent’s due and my car’s busted. If you could do an old friend a solid?”
“Do you even remember my name?”
Jon bit back a snort of laughter at the overly dramatic delivery, the attempt at something like pathos that landed like a wet fish.
“Yeah, it’s… uh…”
“How about you stop stammering and put that pretty mouth to better use?”
“I don’t… uh…”
Once again, Jon found himself impressed with the size of the genitalia on display. From the look on Brian’s face, he wasn’t the only one. Jon wasn’t entirely sure what he would have done in this situation, but kneeling and engaging in a messy, noisy, overly prolonged blowjob that finished with Brian’s face covered in streaks of thick white fluid probably wasn’t it. He idly wondered how much of this was real, and finally had an idea why people complained about pornography use leading to unrealistic expectations. On screen, Brian was looking up at his former bullying victim with glazed eyes as he jerked himself off, begging for permission to come. Jon winced as a well-polished loafer pressed down on poor Brian’s eager cock (also disproportionately large) and a stern voice called out for the next applicant to be brought in.
As Brian zipped up and left, red-faced and shamed, the camera panned back to the other man.
“The job you applied for has been filled, Brian. But another one has opened up.”
“Yeah? Really?”
“Really. And don’t worry about not being able to remember my name. You can just call me… master.”
Jon wasn’t quite ready for the words “CUMMING SOON!” “OFFICE PET 2” “BRIAN’S BEEN A BAD BOY” to zoom across the screen, assaulting his eyeballs with garish font and colour.
Jon checked the next bandwidth spike and his stomach sunk as he realized that Martin had clearly downloaded the whole series the next evening. At least that led to over a week of minimal bandwidth use that Jon could skip. A few other, smaller spikes were Tim falling down the rabbit hole of some sort of TikTok Clowncore thing and some genuinely adorable animal videos that each of Jon’s three assistants watched, one after the other. Jon decided to save the animal videos and let Elias know he’d be more strict with his staff about workplace resources and focusing on their job. He wrote up the email and sent it off and considered the job done.
But he couldn’t help but notice that there was another activity spike, just as large as the “Office Pet” series downloads, just over a week ago. His curiosity got the best of him, and he clicked the first link.
It wasn’t set in an office this time, which was reassuring. It was the inside of an apartment that looked reasonably well, if somewhat sparsely, decorated. The door opened and two men walked through, one carrying a bag.
“Thanks for letting me stay here, John.”
“No problem, Mark. We’ve been friends for years, and you’ve always had my back. I’m just glad you got out of there before anything too bad happened.”
“Me too. Well, I guess I’ll just get set up here.”
Mark tossed his bag to the side and set up a pillow and a sheet over the couch before climbing in. John turned off the lights. Jon had a feeling he knew what was going to happen next. He wasn’t surprised when he heard harsh breathing and the rhythmic sound of a hand moving roughly over a cock. The startled cry when the lights turned back on sounded almost genuine, but the way Mark tossed the sheet aside ‘in surprise’ was clearly staged.
“John!”
“Mark. Have I been a bad host?”
“Uh. No?”
“But you clearly want something. And I want to give it to you.”
“I don’t know what you – oh.”
Jon snorted. Oh, indeed. Mark had looked quite comely, naked from the waist down and proudly erect, one lovely long leg draped off the edge of the couch, the other curled up to accent his groin. John, however, was clearly the star of this show, with chiselled abs and, again, a disturbingly large erection standing tall between his legs, only slightly curved just below his navel. No tan line, Jon noted, or at least a good makeup job to disguise it. John crawled between Mark’s legs, draping one over his shoulder, and pushed Mark’s shirt up over his nipples, taking one into his mouth before blowing on it.
“Or I could leave you here to finish on your own.”
“No! No, John I… I want you. I’ve always wanted you.”
“I know. I should have had you here sooner.”
“I’m here now. What’re you gonna do with me?”
“I thought I’d fuck you.”
Jon could tell the exact moment John pushed into Mark, watching Mark’s face quickly phase between wide-eyed expectation to a pained grimace to slack-jawed pleasure within seconds. They kissed, Mark demonstrating admirable flexibility, and then John reared back and grasped Mark’s hips, giving the viewer a good view of his cock pistoning in and out of Mark’s arse, as well as showcasing the musculature of his thighs and buttocks as he thrust. His face was obscured by the angle, but Mark’s was visible, and he clearly had no complaints. They grunted at each other and occasionally called out each other’s names, but Jon found his attention wandering as no further dialogue or changes in action seemed forthcoming.
This was what Martin liked? It seemed to have very little in common with the other videos. The Office Pet and Mr. Potter videos had some clear dominance aspects to them, associated with the office setting. None of the videos seemed to share actors, and Mark and John were clearly friends and peers, mutually attracted to one another, and happy to have some very energetic sex on John’s couch. Jon decided to watch to the end, to see if there was a common thread that tied them all together.
“God, John, that was amazing.”
“Yeah. So, wanna stay on my couch, or should we move this to the bedroom?”
“If I stay here much longer, I’m gonna have to pay rent, aren’t I?”
“I think we can come to some kind of arrangement.”
It was almost a sort of vague power dynamic, except that Mark reached up and pulled John down for a kiss, smiling at him as the video faded out. It didn’t seem like either took the rent issue seriously. Jon hesitated, then quickly searched the internet to see if this was a series as well. It turned out that it had just been a one-off, apparently not as popular as Office Pet. There were another few spikes, and Jon was getting tired of watching pornography. He checked through the activity just before the spikes and found out what, exactly, Martin had searched for.
“Shorter+boss+gay”
“Subordinate+Discipline+gay”
“Subordinate+Discipline+gay+shorter+boss”
“Spare+bedroom+walk+in+gay”
“Stay+over+gay”
“Stay+over+walk+in+gay”
“Jon+Martin+gay”
“John+Martin+gay”
“John+gay”
Well. That was it. That was the point before which Jon should probably have stopped looking. He’d always been too curious for his own good. There had been plausible deniability before. Jon had, in fact, been indulging in it.
He started typing out an email denouncing The Magnus Institute’s surveillance policies and the invasion of the privacy of their employees. He deleted it before he was halfway through, not wanting to have the inevitable conversation with Elias about what had provoked it. He thought about how to let Martin know that his viewing habits were being tracked without actually telling him, but couldn’t figure out the subtlety required to do so. He stared at his computer, trying to decide what to do next.
The soft knock and slight hesitation before the door opened, heralded Martin’s entrance. Jon quickly checked that his browser was on his email and brazenly met Martin’s eyes as if he hadn’t been doing anything wrong. Which. He hadn’t. He’d just been doing his job. Everything was fine.
“I thought you might like – Jon, are you okay?”
“Fine,” Jon said, managing to sound gruff rather than squeaky, which he’d call a win.
Martin’s eyes widened. “Did you see any worms? Sasha said she’d seen a few out them outside the Institute, and Tim was muttering something about cracks in the foundation, and–”
“No,” Jon said. “No worms. Nothing… untoward. Everything’s fine. Thank you, Martin.”
“Oh. Okay. I just brought you some tea?”
Of course he had. Jon had lost track of time going through Martin’s videos. Martin’s porn videos. Martin’s porn videos that he apparently was using to explore his feelings about employer-employee relationships and people named John. Jon wondered if his face was as red as it felt. Also, he hadn’t answered for far too long and now Martin was staring at him. “Yes! Yes, tea. I would like. Yes.”
“I… okay.” Martin gave a small little laugh, less awkward that Jon’s outburst, but that was a low bar. “Figured if I was going to be staying here, I should earn my keep, yeah?”
It was a good thing Jon hadn’t yet taken a sip, or that would have caused him to spit it out. As it was, he nearly choked on air. “Yes, well.” Maybe that video hadn’t just been about ‘John’, but about the repayment of an offer of sanctuary by sexual favours? Still, the fact that he’d then searched out pornography with John’s name in it specifically was undeniable and… and Martin was staring at him again. “There’s certainly no need for any of that.”
“I didn’t mean…” Martin said. “I just. I am grateful, Jon. You didn’t have to, and it… it was kind. Thank you.”
“Elias has noticed an increase in wifi use after hours,” Jon’s idiot mouth said. “I don’t really have the time to look into the specifics, but if you could curtail your usage, I can probably just tell him it’s resolved without having to waste time looking into it.”
Martin’s eyes widened for a fraction of a second before he gave Jon an easy smile. “Oh. I didn’t know it was a problem. I can stop, sure. I’ll ask Sasha or Tim to pick me up a few books or something. It just gets a bit boring.”
“I understand,” Jon said, not entirely sure if Martin was this blasé about the pornography, or if he was actually… a good liar? “I think the library has a TV and a DVD player for in the AV room? You worked there, didn’t you? Maybe you could watch some DVDs. Or something.”
“Sure,” Martin said. “That’s a great idea. Thanks, Jon.”
“Good, I… I’ll let Elias know there’s no need to look into this further.”
“Great. Yeah. There’s just so much to do. Wouldn’t want to waste your time with this kind of nonsense.”
Jon sighed, finally relaxing. “Exactly. Speaking of, what have you and Tim found on Tom Haan?”
“Immigration are still being…” Martin almost made a rude gesture with one hand. “Tim’s on it. He should have something by the end of the day.”
“Well, best get on that,” Jon said, watching Martin until he left before slumping in his chair. That had gone about as well as it could have. Now to somehow erase the knowledge he’d just learned from his brain.
Fill: S1 Jon/Martin, misuse of Institute wifi 2/4
(Anonymous) 2021-03-25 06:18 pm (UTC)(link)That had been close. Too close. The only thing that had saved him was Jon’s notorious disregard for busywork and wasting time. Sure, he’d willingly put in over twelve hours a day at his job as Head Archivist, but he resented anything that he was obliged to do as middle management. He was predicable that way, but Martin shouldn’t have relied on it. Shouldn’t have taken the risk.
It was just… it was horrible, living in the Archives. Not quite as bad as his worm-infested flat, that had still reeked of fear and rotting garbage when he’d gone back for clothes and necessities, but pretty close. Martin didn’t even feel safe here, not really, hadn’t since they’d spotted the first few worms on the sidewalks outside the institute. Martin had spent quite a lot of his free time staring at the ceiling and going through crisis plans and imagining the most efficient way to cut a worm out of someone if he had to. He’d decided on a corkscrew, given how they burrowed, but there were medical forceps that looked like they’d work well that he’d considered ordering. A lot of his internet searches were about infestations and worms and minor surgery.
But a few weren’t. More than a few. And the thought of Jon stumbling on them…
“Martin, you okay?” Tim asked, peering at him.
Martin forced a smile. “Yeah, fine. Thanks.”
Tim didn’t look like he believed him. “What did Jon say to you?”
“Nothing! Jon was… Jon was fine.” Tim still didn’t look convinced. “It’s just… you know how they keep track of everything here?”
“Surveillance state,” Tim said, nodding meaningfully. “Yeah?”
“The wifi use has been up since I moved in.”
“I mean. Yeah. Sure. Obviously,” Tim said. “He gave you a hard time about that?”
“N-no, just. Elias wanted to know why and Jon asked me to cut back.”
Tim looked properly upset at that. “So you’re kicked out of your flat, have to sleep in this, no disrespect, hellhole of a dump, and now you can’t even… that’s insane! What’re you supposed to do? Stare at the walls? File?”
“The institute has some AV equipment…”
“From the nineties!”
“And I can always get books out from the library.”
“Which you read for work! Come on, Martin. You can’t live like a monk just because Jon doesn’t want to stand up to the penny-pincher-in-chief.”
Martin flushed and ducked his head, lowering his voice. “It’s better than Jon actually looking into what I’m doing on the internet.”
“What? Oh.” Tim rolled his eyes. “Everyone does it, Martin. Well. Maybe not Jon. And that’s important too! This is where you’re living now, and it’s a human right. Or should be.”
Martin snorted. “Yeah, I doubt the Geneva Convention tabled that.”
“It was the General Assembly in Paris… never mind. Look, you deserve the minimal comfort that this place can give you. You’re here because a creepy worm lady stalked you due to something that happened while you were working! I’m pretty sure you’re entitled to more than a little extra bandwidth usage.”
“I… I don’t think Elias knows I’m here,” Martin said slowly. “I don’t think Jon told him.”
Tim rolled his eyes. “I swear, no one likes paperwork or bureaucracy, but that man…”
“No, I… I think he knows Elias might say no. Like, I’m pretty sure me staying here isn’t exactly legal? Or, or up to building standard or whatever? I think this might be Jon’s way of protecting me?” Martin’s voice got higher and less certain with every sentence.
Tim’s expression softened. “Maybe. I… yeah. Maybe. Wait here a sec.”
Before Martin could protest, Tim pushed past him and into Jon’s office, entering without knocking and leaving the door open. “Jon!”
“What, Tim?” Jon snapped. “I’m sitting right here.”
“Yeah, I see that. I have a confession to make. I was the one using the wifi after hours.”
There was a pause. “How? You’re out of here the moment your shift is up.”
“And you’re not going to make me feel guilty for that, you couldn’t when we were in research and you’re not now. Anyways, I leave my laptop here and schedule illegal downloads of Disney movies. That’s how.”
Another, longer pause. “Disney movies?”
“Let it go, Jon. Let it go.”
“Please, just pick a less litigious target.”
“I can’t think of one right now at this moment.”
Jon gave a sigh that was audible from where Martin was standing. “Do you promise to stop?”
“Scout’s honour.”
“Were you a scout?”
“I actually was. For two years. It was boring.”
“I’m learning a great deal about you today, Tim,” Jon said, and his dryness almost sounded amused. “I will submit your illegal downloads and the animal videos that you three watch during office hours as my official explanation. Consider yourself reprimanded.”
“Can I make a joke about being a naughty boy? No? Too far? Okay. Reprimanded it is.” Tim gave Martin a wink as he sauntered out of Jon’s office, starting to pull the door closed behind him.
“Tim?” Jon called out before the door fully closed.
Tim turned back. “Yeah, Jon?”
“Thank you. For your… honesty.”
“You know me. Always eager to help.”
Martin’s chest tightened in something far removed from the terror he’d felt leaving Jon’s office. “Tim…”
“Can’t let Jon be the hero of this story. Gosh, can you imagine? Jon as a hero? It’s just embarrassing. I’m far more suited.”
“I dunno. I think you’re both pretty great,” Martin said. “Thanks.”
Tim bumped his shoulder against Martin’s. “Anytime.” He tensed up. “I could have said ‘Game of Thrones’ instead of Disney. This is what you get for improvising, Martin.”
“I still think you’re cool,” Martin assured him. Tim sketched a tiny overdone bow and sauntered back to his desk.
Martin spent the rest of the day feeling oddly safer than he had since Jane Prentiss. Nothing had changed, not really, but every time any of the Archives staff demonstrated that they had his back, it was surprisingly warming. Jon ignored him, more than usual even, for the rest of the day, but Martin still had the fact that Jon was protecting him from Elias to warm him.
At the end of the day he checked, then double-checked, to make sure that Jon had left, then settled in his creaky, uncomfortable cot and cued up his download of John and Mark’s video. It was what Martin watched when he wanted what he considered a ‘comfort wank’. They just seemed to like each other, and they were so supportive of each other, and John was so generous and kind…
“I thought as much.” Jon’s voice broke through Martin’s half-aroused musings. “You don’t really think you fooled anyone, do you Martin?”
Martin froze, paralyzed as Jon approached the side of the cot and reached over and plucked the phone from Martin’s hand, looking critically at the video playing, one eyebrow elegantly arched, before dropping in beside Martin on the bed. “J-Jon…”
“You’re nothing but a liar, aren’t you? Can’t even fess up to your own crimes, you have to manipulate Tim into taking the fall for you. Fortunately, I actually like Tim, so nothing too bad will happen to him.”
“I’m sorry,” Martin said in a small voice.
“I’m sure you are,” Jon said, slowly, painfully slowly unzipping his trousers. “Why don’t you open that liar’s mouth of yours and show me how sorry you are.”
“Wait, what?” Martin said, any other questions catching in his throat as Jon casually straddled his chest, freeing a long, hard cock from his underwear. “Jon!”
Jon’s weight pressed down on him, making it hard to breathe. Jon’s elegant hand wrapped around the shaft of his cock, working it in slow, teasing strokes. “Come on, Martin. You wanted to be caught. You wanted me to know what you watched, what you wanted, that you wanted it from me.” He rubbed his thumb over the head of his cock and made a sound between a satisfied sigh and a hiss. “Don’t pretend you’re better than this. Don’t act like you deserve anything more than to be used. It’ll be nice to finally find a use for you, actually. You’re worthless as an assistant.”
Martin wished he could move. He wasn’t sure if he’d push Jon off him or just touch that lovely cock and, for once in his life, actually please Jon. But he couldn’t. Jon sat atop him, every movement of his hips sending shockwaves of pleasure through Martin’s body, and sneered.
“I see you’re just as worthless as a whore. All that porn and you don’t have any idea what to do with me now that I’m here. I suppose I’ll have to do everything myself, as usual.”
His hips sped up, and Martin’s stupid hand slid down the front of his trousers and fisted his own cock instead of reaching up and helping Jon with his. Jon was lovely like this, his eyes half closed in pleasure, his lips parted as he breathed in shallow, fast gasps, his hand tight around his cock, his other hand splayed on Martin’s chest. Martin moaned in pure, unadulterated pleasure, and woke up to an erection pressing insistently at his zipper and his phone lying on his chest, the screen accusingly blank. Even as disappointment rushed through him, Martin scrambled to free his cock and stroked himself off embarrassingly quickly.
Well. That had been… vivid. Martin crinkled up his nose at the mess he’d made and, once he’d caught his breath, headed upstairs to the nicer bathroom to rinse off and wash his face. Maybe he’d eaten something that had disagreed with him. Or something that had agreed with him a little too much. Martin wondered if he could figure out what had provoked such a vivid, fantastical dream and maybe reproduce it again.
He headed back towards the Archives, when another set of steps caught his ears. He froze, as paralyzed as he’d been in his dream, as Elias rounded the corner.
“Martin! What on earth are you still doing here?” Elias asked.
Martin swallowed. “I. Uh. Forgot something and just came back for it,” he said, hoping Elias didn’t ask what.
Elias looked at him for a long moment, then smiled. “Must have been pretty important. When did Jon give you the key and access codes?”
“Just… just now. For tonight. ‘Cause I forgot something.”
“Of course. Other managers might have insisted you wait until tomorrow morning, but Jon can be oddly… kind. In his way. Can’t he?”
“I… yes. He is,” Martin said staunchly.
Elias’s smile widened. “I’m glad to hear it. I had worried he might be too cold, but it sounds like he’s warming up to you.”
Martin knew he wasn’t blushing. “I hope so.”
“Excellent. Well, have a lovely night, Martin,” Elias said, turning to leave. Martin held his breath, trembling minutely as Elias sifted through his pockets for his keys. He was so close…
“It’s interesting,” Elias said, almost sounding like he was musing out loud to himself. “I find myself curious as to how Jon got his key to you. He certainly wouldn’t have given it to you before leaving.” He turned to Martin, still smiling. “I don’t suppose you were together tonight?”
“No, not exactly. I just needed the key and I got it from him on the way.”
“He doesn’t exactly live ‘on the way’ from your flat to here.”
How the hell did Elias know that off the top of his head? Martin hadn’t even known that. “No. It wasn’t exactly convenient.”
“Well, as I said, it must have been something important. Goodnight, Martin.”
Martin breathed again the moment the door closed after Elias.
He felt like he’d aged a decade in the past day. And he had nothing but the porn he’d already downloaded and saved and that fantasy of Jon to show for it.
Well, that fantasy might have almost been worth it. Unfortunately, it had faded, and when Martin settled back on the cot, he couldn’t call it back. He fell into an uncomfortable sleep and woke with a stiff back and sore muscles, like he did every morning.
Fill: S1 Jon/Martin, misuse of Institute wifi 3/4
(Anonymous) 2021-03-25 06:19 pm (UTC)(link)That was accurate, Jon decided. Not that he missed it, just that he felt its absence.
He left his office, noting as he did that Martin hunched down at his desk, turned in such a way that Jon couldn’t have caught his eye if he’d tried (which he was hardly going to do), his shoulders hunched up defensively.
Odd. Jon headed to the kitchen and tried to remember where everything was kept. He’d made his own tea since becoming Head Archivist, hadn’t he? At least once? Surely.
He was still rummaging around for the sugar when someone cleared their voice behind him. He turned and saw Elias, patiently waiting for him, just as the kettle went off.
“Elias. Good morning.” Jon straightened up. “Was there something you needed?”
“Actually, yes,” Elias said. “If you have some time, I’d like you to come upstairs. I was hoping to discuss the bandwidth situation with you.”
Jon felt the blood drain from his face. Had Elias looked into it? Had he seen? Were there rules against having one’s subordinates clearly and undeniably fixated on you? “I… I thought that issue had been resolved.”
“I read your email, yes, but I don’t feel that the situation has been completely addressed. Again, this is something I feel would be best suited for my office, rather than a kitchenette.”
Jon swallowed. “Of course. I’m free now.”
Elias didn’t tell him to go ahead and finish making his tea. He just nodded and led Jon up the stairs, to his office. As Jon passed the others, he took in Martin’s wide, terrified eyes, Tim’s look of sincere concern, and Sasha’s determined frown. They knew something was up. Fortunately, there was no way they could know what, exactly. Jon hoped he wasn’t about to lose his job over this.
As Elias closed the door behind them, Jon decided that he wouldn’t give anything away. He was a terrible liar, but maybe he could bluff ignorance. “What is this about, Elias?”
“I just wanted to tell you that I think you handled yourself admirably,” Elias said. “I know you and Tim had a close relationship before you were promoted, and reporting him must have felt like a betrayal of sorts.” It hadn’t. Jon had just been grateful that Tim had been there to bald-facedly lie and take responsibility. Jon wished he had thought to do so first. It would have simplified things. “I do hope he doesn’t resent you for it.”
“I… suppose. Yes. I hope so as well.” Jon hadn’t really thought about it that way. He was worried about it now, though.
Elias nodded. “I’m glad you’ve curtailed his bad habit, although I feel that I was perhaps too harsh on your department overall. You’re quite right that the travel budget for the Archives is substantial, a legacy of past Archivists, and you’re hardly likely to spend it all. Given your previous suggestion, I was hoping you’d be amenable to reallocate some funds. It wouldn’t be the entire budget, of course, but it would offset the more stringent restrictions. Of course, should you agree, any future overages wouldn’t need to be investigated as thoroughly as you’ve investigated… Tim’s.”
He knew. Jon had no idea how he knew but he knew. The wave of panic passed through Jon, only to be stamped down by his rationality. If Elias knew, they’d be having a different conversation. One that would have involved Martin, at the very least. He didn’t know. “Yes. Yes, naturally. I did suggest that solution at first, after all.”
“I know. And I was quite dismissive. I apologize. I can see now that you were just trying to be a friend to your staff, a managerial style that I find misguided, but I suppose each to his own. It was a good idea, Jon. Shall we implement it?”
There were forms to be signed and accounting would need to take a look over everything, but it was effectively done within minutes. Jon appreciated Elias’s efficiency, if nothing else. “If that’s all?”
“Mmm? Yes, I think that’s everything,” Elias said. “Please feel free to let your staff know they can resume their animal videos or whatever else they were doing. I prefer for good news to come from immediate superiors.”
“Yes, that makes sense.” To foster a sense of camaraderie, a sense that Jon had never bothered fostering and might have even broken by reporting Tim. “I’ll tell them right away.”
He returned to see his three assistants clustered around Martin’s desk. The moment he walked in, Tim stood up, hovering protectively, while Sasha placed her hand on Martin’s shoulder and outright glared at Jon. Martin just looked miserable and scared and surprisingly small. He didn’t look up to meet Jon’s eyes.
Jon cleared his throat, not sure why he felt so defensive. He’d been off-balance since Elias had entered the kitchen. “I… ah. The bandwidth issues have been resolved. You can feel free to resume whatever activities you’d been doing before this whole… mess.”
“That’s it?” Tim asked, sounding suspicious.
Jon looked at Martin who was still doing his impression of a ball of misery before answering. “Yes. I can assure you that we will no longer be scrutinized for anything we choose to watch.” Had that been subtle enough? Jon hoped so. He wasn’t great with subtle. “There’s still the better part of an hour before lunch. You should all go back to your desks and get to work.”
Martin didn’t look up as Jon passed him, but Jon had only just sat down at his desk when Martin barged in. “D-did Elias tell you?”
“Tell me?” Jon echoed stupidly. Oh. Of course Martin would be worried that Elias had found the pornography. “Oh, about–”
“I didn’t mean to!” Martin interrupted. “It was a dumb move, but I just wasn’t thinking.”
“It’s fine, Martin,” Jon said, incredibly uncomfortable with this. “It doesn’t mean anything.”
“No, I know, I mean, I’m really not complaining about staying down here, I just–”
“I’m sure Elias doesn’t know about the porn,” Jon blurted out. “He would have said something.”
Martin froze. “Th-the porn? I-I-I was just talking about Elias catching me upstairs after hours yesterday.”
“Oh.” Jon’s eyes widened. “He did? Does he know–”
Martin shook his head. “No, I think he believed me when I said I was coming back for something. I told him you lent me your keys, by the way.”
“Right,” Jon said, relieved. “Well done. I’ll certainly corroborate that, should it come up. In the future, if you could be more circumspect…”
“Yes, sorry,” Martin said. “I really didn’t expect him to be in that late.”
“You seemed to have dealt with it as well as possible. I have a plan for if… for when Elias discovers you’ve been living here, but I’d prefer not to implement it yet.”
“Okay. Sure I… thanks, Jon.”
“Of course.” Jon tried a smile. Martin smiled back. For a moment everything was fine.
Then Martin’s smile faded into an expression of horror. “You said Elias didn’t know about the porn…”
“Ah. Yes. I. Ah.”
“I… I thought you hadn’t bothered…”
“It’s part of my job, Martin!”
“Part of your job that you never do!”
“I was told specifically to look into it.”
“I just… I never thought…”
Jon wasn’t sure exactly what his face looked like, but it felt like it was on fire. “It’s fine! It’s fine. I know full well that the type of pornography one partakes in says nothing in regards to one’s character–”
“Ohgodpleasestop.”
“–and any assumptions or conclusions one might draw from the… the choices or, or search patterns that one might use–”
“You saw what I searched for too?”
“The, the point is it’s fine. It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t mean anything.”
“Yeah, except that it does!”
Jon stopped. “…what?”
“I mean.” Martin looked like was mentally rewinding their conversation. “I just. Mean. That the, the choices. I made. Meant. Things.”
Jon wasn’t going to ask. “Meant what?” Except that he was.
Fortunately, Martin seemed to have reached the point where discretion was the better part of valour. “Look, Jon. If you don’t know, I’m not going to tell you. And if you do know, just… there’s still some plausible deniability here, right? The thinnest sliver of dignity. Please let me keep that.”
“Alright,” Jon said, and hated how gentle he sounded. The deniability was getting less and less plausible with every moment. “I won’t… if you prefer, we can never have this conversation again.”
“I will do everything in my power to ensure we don’t,” Martin said fervently.
Jon nodded and they looked awkwardly at each other for a while. Jon had no idea what to say, and Martin seemed to have no idea how to escape. Jon was tempted to leave, but it was his office, and it would probably just make things even more awkward.
“Do you… would you like a cup of tea?” Martin asked tentatively.
Jon nearly wilted in relief. “Yes, that would be lovely. Thank you, Martin.”
“Yeah, I’ll just… Oh, I’ll let Tim and Sasha know the situation. They’re a little… they got worried when Elias called you up.”
Hence the hovering and glares. “I’d appreciate it if you’d clarify things for them,” Jon said. “As far as you feel comfortable doing so, of course.”
“Yeah, I’m not about to… yeah.” Martin looked away. “I’ll go get your tea, then.”
The moment Martin closed the door behind himself, Jon let his head hit his desk. Sort of standing up and re-enacting any of Martin’s chosen scenarios or Martin, Jon shuddered at the thought, confessing, he couldn’t see how that could have gone worse. Jon’s curiosity had struggled with his Britishness, and fortunately the Britishness had mostly won out. They could pretend, now, that nothing had happened, that no one knew anything, and that everything was exactly the same as it had been.
He’d managed to mostly get himself together when Martin returned with the tea, which had been a horrible idea because now Martin was here, serving him tea, and he knew that Jon knew and they were both trying not to behave as if either of them knew and…
Jon’s thoughts stopped for a moment as Martin, for the first time since Jon had known him, spilt some tea.
His hands had been shaking, part of Jon’s brain informed him dispassionately. They were still shaking as Martin set the cup down and groped around for something to tidy his spill. It wasn’t much, and it had missed all the papers on Jon’s desk, but Martin was getting more and more flustered the longer it was taking for him to find something. Jon grabbed some tissues from the other side of his desk and reached to mop the spill up, his hand landing on Martin’s where Martin had slipped his jumper up over his palm to soak up the tea.
The moment their skin touched, Jon felt a shock run through him. Martin yanked his hand back so quickly that he bumped his elbow on the back of Jon’s chair, wincing as the pain shot through him. Without thinking, Jon grabbed his forearm with one hand and rubbed his elbow with the other. Martin stared at him with a look of panicked desire, some strange combination of fight-or-flight-or-something-else-equally-instinctive-and-impulsive and a longing that Jon, to his shame, actually recognized.
Had Martin always had that look in his eyes when he looked at him? Surely not. Jon would have noticed, wouldn’t he? And yet, it was such a familiar aspect to Martin’s face that it almost just seemed like Martin’s face.
“Sorry,” Martin said. Because of course he did.
Jon didn’t ask what he was sorry for. Spilling the tea, perhaps, or hurting himself even. Even without saying a word, Martin was a walking apology. Jon shook his head. “It’s alright, Martin.” Not forgiveness, but reassurance. Martin had nothing to apologize for.
“I, uh…” Martin wasn’t looking at him. It was suddenly important to Jon that Martin look at him. “I’m… I can…”
Jon released Martin’s arm and stood up, the movement finally drawing Martin’s gaze towards him. “You’re fine, Martin. It’s okay.”
“It’s not,” Martin said in a soft voice. “It’s not okay. Because I was happy keeping my thoughts and feelings to myself, but now every time I look at you, I want to kiss you.”
Jon had thought they were going to be British about this. But he wasn’t actually upset. A part of him wanted this, wanted Martin’s secrets, Martin’s thoughts and feelings and desires. “You mean you didn’t before?”
Martin flushed. “I did, but… like the same way you want to fly when you’re high up. It’s a passing thought, a pleasant little fantasy. Now it’s all I can think about.”
“It wouldn’t live up to your expectations,” Jon said dryly. It worked; Martin gave a small, surprised laugh. “It’s unfortunate that you were… exposed this way,” Jon said, trying for delicacy and likely only making things worse. “And I can’t exactly say that I return your feelings, for… several reasons.” Martin looked disappointed, then immediately resigned. “But I don’t think any less of you for them.”
Martin laughed again, and it was much less happy. “How could you possibly think less of me than you already do?” Jon flinched. “No, I–I’m sorry. That was unkind. You’ve been very…” Martin took a deep breath. “Very understanding. About this, about Prentiss, about everything. I’m grateful, really. Despite… no, especially because I know you don’t really think much of me.”
“I didn’t,” Jon admitted. There was no point in hiding it. “But you’ve shown determination and cleverness and a surprising resilience dealing with Jane Prentiss. I will admit that I might have underestimated you. And, also, I feel somewhat responsible for what’s happened, given that I dismissed your concerns about Carlos Vittery as vehemently as I did.”
“That’s okay,” Martin said. “Demonic spiders doesn’t really make a lot of sense, even if–”
“Yes, you’ve said, spiders don’t do that,” Jon said, imitating Martin’s inflection. Martin huffed at that, but his lips were curved up in a small, still slightly sad, smile. “I’m sorry all this has happened to you, and I’m not just referring to Jane Prentiss. I am… I do find myself somewhat curious as to why, but I will absolutely allow you that last inkling of privacy.”
“Thanks,” Martin said, and his sad smile made his eyes soft. “I might tell you one day. When things are less… raw.”
“If you do, I promise to listen,” Jon said. “But I reserve the right to critique those reasons. I’m not… I hope they fade with time. You deserve… you can do better, Martin. I promise you.”
“I really don’t think I could,” Martin said softly. Then he shook himself, and his smile brightened. “Especially not while I’m hiding here in the Archives! Which, again, thanks for that, Jon. It’s really… thanks.” Martin backed out of the room, knocking into the side of Jon’s desk as he left. His eyes had been bright and his smile and been wide and Jon wondered how often Martin had worn that expression that he was able to put it on in seconds, and have it look so genuine.
Fill: S1 Jon/Martin, misuse of Institute wifi 4/4
(Anonymous) 2021-03-25 06:19 pm (UTC)(link)One of his dearest fantasies had also come true, in the form of Jon sitting on his bed, with Martin, looking at Martin like he was the only thing in the world.
Of course, Jon had to make it awkward. Not that it wasn’t already, just that he seemed to have an almost preternatural ability to take awkward situations and somehow make them even more uncomfortable.
“Martin… You’re not, uh… You didn’t die here, did you?”
Martin burst out laughing. He wasn’t laughing at Jon, not exactly, or even because anything was funny. He was mostly laughing because there was so much tension that something had to break. It was laugh or scream, and Martin couldn’t afford to start screaming.
“I just,” Jon continued, trying to salvage his dignity. “You sounded like…”
“Like a ghost haunting the Archives?” Martin said, suppressing most of his giggles.
“No,” Jon said. “Not exactly, just…”
Martin kissed him.
Well, it wasn’t fair that Jon was always the one making things more awkward and leaving Martin to deal with it. And they were sitting on Martin’s bed, and they were about to die, and Jon was everything Martin had ever wanted which was actually kind of sad once you thought about it so it was better not to think about it and just kiss him.
Jon didn’t kiss back. Martin hadn’t really expected him to, shouldn’t really have done anything in the first place, but even if Jon hated him for this, he couldn’t possibly claim to be completely surprised. Not with what he knew.
“Martin…”
“I won’t do that again,” Martin promised. “I just… I couldn’t imagine dying without having done that at least once. You have your recorders as your legacy. I’ll have… that.”
Jon looked at him for a long moment. “Was it as disappointing as I’d promised?”
It took Martin a moment to remember their conversation, weeks ago, in Jon’s office. “I honestly didn’t really have any expectations. You haven’t hit me or yelled at me, so that’s good.”
“Low bar,” Jon mused. “I could probably clear that.”
“What do you–” Martin shut up as Jon pressed his lips against Martin’s, soft and tentative, allowing Martin the chance to react that Martin hadn’t really given him. Martin hesitated and Jon started pulling back and Martin panicked and cupped the back of Jon’s neck, deepening the kiss in a desperate attempt to stop him from leaving. Jon sighed into his mouth and went pliant and relaxed in Martin’s arms, letting Martin take whatever he needed from him. Martin was at least half certain this was another dream, but he didn’t want to waste it, and pulled Jon into his lap, kissing him like he’d never get another chance, knowing full well that he likely never would.
He had to pull away to breathe when his chest grew tight, but held Jon’s head in place and rested his forehead against Jon’s, as they panted into the air between them.
“Why?” Martin asked as soon as he could.
“I can feel you watching me,” Jon said between breaths. “You haven’t touched me since I found out about… but I can feel your eyes on me all the time, and I…” He ran his hand through Martin’s hair, brushed the tip of his nose against Martin’s. “It doesn’t feel wrong, having your hands on me, your lips. It feels like a natural progression from how intimately you’ve watched me, to have you touch me like this.”
“Sorry, I… I never meant to impose my feelings on you…”
“It feels good,” Jon said, and his fingers were playing with the hairs on the nape of Martin’s neck and Martin could die happy now, thank you very much. “I like you watching me. I don’t want you to stop, but… but this is good too.” He brushed another light kiss against Martin’s lips. “Do you want this? I don’t want to assume…”
“Yes,” Martin said immediately, interrupting. “Yes, yes of course I want this. I want everything you’ll give me.”
Jon snorted. “Do you… did you want things from those videos? Do you want me to get you on your knees, or step on your prick until you come?”
Well. “Y-you watched them?” Martin shifted so that Jon wouldn’t accidentally brush against his nascent erection. If that was going to happen, Martin wanted it to be on purpose.
“In my capacity as your supervisor,” Jon said primly. “And you didn’t answer my question. Was that what you want?”
“I wouldn’t say no,” Martin said, hoping he didn’t sound too hopeful. “I mean, whatever you’re comfortable with, Jon.”
Jon kissed Martin’s jaw and earlobe. “I’m not entirely sure what I’d be comfortable with. It might take a great deal of experimentation to discover my boundaries.”
Martin groaned and tipped back his head, encouraging Jon to kiss down his neck. “I… I would be honoured to facilitate such experimentation.” He felt Jon release a breath of air that might have been a laugh before kissing along the line of one of the muscles in Martin’s neck, down to the front of his throat. “Jon…”
“If we make it out of here alive,” Jon said, lifting his head from Martin’s neck and placing light kisses over his cheeks and nose and mouth, “I will have sex with you.”
Martin finally caught Jon’s lips and kissed him properly before answering. “I’m going to hold you to that.”
“And not on this cot, either,” Jon said, although his body shifted, pressing his groin against Martin’s and slowly grinding against him. “I’m going to take you home.”
Martin focused on regulating his breathing and not embarrassing himself in his trousers in front of Jon. “I’d like that very much.”
“Remind me to buy condoms and lube,” Jon said, as ardently as he’d said everything else, and Martin burst out laughing.
“It’s cute that you think I’m going to last that long,” Martin said as soon as he’d gotten his breath back.
Jon just smiled at him. “It’s cute that you think I’ll be done with you after one go.”
Martin groaned. “Don’t say things like that.”
Jon kissed him and thrust against him one more time before pulling away, rolling onto his non-injured leg and off Martin’s lap. “If Elias had a problem with you viewing pornography after hours, I assume he would frown upon active participation in similar activities.”
“Are you suggesting we have office sex during working hours only?” Martin asked. Jon grinned at him.
“I am suggesting that, while overtime may occasionally be necessary, breaks are vital during the working day to ensure maximal efficiency.”
Martin gave up and rubbed the heel of his hand over his cock. “I could suck you off under your desk while you worked.” That had been in Office Pet 3 – Good Boys Get Good Reviews. Martin wasn’t sure if the flicker of interest on Jon’s face at the suggestion was because he’d seen it, or because he just wanted it. Either way… “Or you could take a proper break, get up and stretch your legs by bending me over your desk.” That had been Office Pet 5 – Leashes Are For Closers.
Jon rolled his eyes, but Martin could see that his trousers weren’t fitting properly. “Just take it out, Martin. Here, I’ll help.” Like he was doing Martin a favour by unzipping him and taking him out and holding him in his delicate hand. Martin was already leaking. “Wouldn’t want you to soil yourself.”
“Hypocrite,” Martin muttered, as Jon shifted uncomfortably as he settled in front of Martin on his knees, his hand moving slowly around Martin’s cock. “Let me…” Jon nodded and Martin didn’t even bother to finish asking before returning the favour and engulfing Jon’s cock in his own, larger hand. Jon groaned happily, but winced as he spread his legs to give Martin better access.
“This doesn’t count,” Jon said before Martin could ask if his injured leg was okay. “I want our first time to be at my flat.”
He sounded so petulant. Martin smiled and brushed his thumb over the head of Jon’s cock, just to hear his breath stutter. “Alright. This isn’t sex. It’s just two coworkers helping each other out while worms attack their place of employment.”
“Mmm,” Jon murmured in agreement, his grip tightening. “Just lending each other a hand.”
Martin groaned and laughed at the same time. “Are you going to make bad puns every time?”
“Only if you keep laughing at them,” Jon said, and there was something in his voice that landed in Martin’s chest and settled there, alongside something Martin hadn’t ever acknowledged as hope. “I like making you laugh.”
“God, Jon,” Martin said, and kissed him for lack of anything more useful to express himself.
Jon moaned and then whined into Martin’s kiss, and broke away before Martin was finished with him. He had no complaints, however, as Jon looked at him with his lips red and parted, his eyes wide.
“Watch me,” Jon moaned, and Martin realized he was close. “Keep watching me, Martin.”
Jon had been watching him back, Martin suddenly realized. As much as Martin had been stealing glances every chance he got, had been since before Prentiss even, Jon had been watching him back. The thought ran through him, from his neck to his tailbone, and settled nicely in his groin, adding to the heat and urgency that had been building from the moment Jon kissed him. Martin felt his hips move in time with his hand, in counterpoint to Jon’s fast and tight pulls, the sounds of his hand on Jon echoing the sounds of Jon’s hand on him, both rushing towards release. “I couldn’t look away if I tried,” Martin confessed and Jon groaned and spilled over Martin’s hand, the sensation pushing Martin over the edge he’d been skirting for far too long. Their voices sounded lovely together, Martin thought, and the mess that lay between them on the sheets of Martin’s bed gave Martin an odd thrill of victory.
Then the banging started on the other side of the wall, and he and Jon scrambled up, adrenaline rushing through them both. Martin took a moment to be grateful that they’d at least had the opportunity to share what they had, even while mourning the lost chance to get properly fucked by Jon on a proper bed in a proper flat. As far as fantasies went, it was hardly one of Martin’s most exciting, but it was the one thing he’d truly regret never doing before being eaten alive by worms.
Except that it was Tim. Yes, there were still worms, but they weren’t breaking down the wall. Tim was, and he had a plan. A half-assed, might-make-things-worse plan, but a plan nonetheless. It was more than they’d had a moment ago, and Martin allowed himself the smallest sliver of hope.
Even after finding Gertrude’s body, and being interrogated by the paramedics and then the police and then Jon, and leaving Jon alone to return to his supposedly safe flat, Martin still had some hope. Jon’s paranoia quickly put an end to that. Even if there had been a chance before, it was gone now.
Martin had one more play. If this failed, he would give up and move on. Well. No he wouldn’t, but he’d stop trying and let Jon come to him first, which was likely the same thing.
Sasha had left to visit her new boyfriend and Jon was trailing her as if no one knew that was what he was doing, even though everyone knew. He kept his office locked, but it wasn’t actually hard to force it, and Martin had had a lot of practice getting into locked rooms, ironically in the line of work for The Magnus Institute. Jon’s computer wasn’t locked, fortunately, and Martin was able to plug in his flashdrive and open the video. Under the video window, he hid a document in large enough font that Jon would likely read it out of habit in the time it took to close it.
I like this one because John was kind and he and Mark liked each other. Sometimes it’s that simple.
“That’s it,” Martin said to himself. “That’s all. Nothing more.” If Jon didn’t… Well, Martin was used to disappointment. He’d get used to this.
Jon returned before Sasha and holed himself up in his office for the rest of the afternoon. Martin lingered after Tim and Sasha went home, still hoping that Jon might have understood the message Martin was sending. An hour past the end of the day, Martin admitted defeat and gathered his things up to leave.
He had just turned onto the pavement outside The Magnus Institute when Jon came running out of the building and barrelled into him. Martin opened his mouth to ask what was wrong, but couldn’t get anything out around the tongue that Jon had thrust inside it. It was a messy, awkward kiss, and it was the most wonderful thing that had ever happened to him. “Jon?”
“It’s not simple,” Jon insisted, grabbing Martin by the front of his shirt. “It’s complicated and messy and anything but simple!”
“Okay,” Martin said. “Alright. So…”
“So what’s one more complication?” Jon asked, and he sounded desperate and exhausted and furious and almost broken. “Come home with me.”
Martin wrapped his arms around Jon, torn between relief and a fierce possessive desire to take everything that made Jon sound like that and protect him from it. “Yes. Anything you want, however you want it.”
“Right now, I just want you.”
“I can do that,” Martin said.
Later, naked and sweaty and losing the battle against sleep, Jon murmured something into Martin’s chest that Martin couldn’t quite hear. He made a soft inquisitive sound, quiet enough that Jon could ignore it and fall asleep instead of answering.
Jon didn’t ignore it. He moved his head back enough to look Martin in the eye. “I should have had you here sooner.”
Martin recognised it from the video. “I’m here now.” He kissed Jon’s forehead. “You memorized that line from one viewing?” Jon, no longer almost asleep, buried his face back in Martin’s chest and muttered something else that Martin couldn’t make out. “What was that?”
“It… may not have been only one viewing,” Jon admitted.
“Right.” Martin remembered. “You saw them when you first went through my things.” Jon muttered something again, and Martin laughed. “Just come out and say it, Jon. It’s worse if you have to repeat everything.”
“I said that I may have watched it a few times. And… perhaps some of the others.”
Martin had considered himself well-sated, but his cock informed him that it could be convinced. “Yeah? What did you think?”
“I just wanted to understand…” Jon trailed off. “I don’t. I don’t understand anything – why you like the degrading ones, why you searched them out, what you even see in me. I don’t understand any of it.”
“Maybe,” Martin said slowly. “Maybe we can watch some together. And I can explain it to you.” He hadn’t even realized how much he’d wanted that.
When Jon looked at him, his eyes were bright with the same curiosity and avarice with which he looked at new statements. “I’d like that,” was all he said, but his voice was low and eager and Martin gave in and pulled him close, kissing and touching him and working him up as much as his words had worked Martin up. Jon was lovely as he slowly came apart in Martin’s arms, his entire body tensed as if fighting against the pleasure running through him.
“That’s what I see in you,” Martin whispered, knowing Jon wouldn’t hear him with his orgasm tearing through him. “My lovely Jon.”
Jon’s eyes refocused and he immediately reached out for Martin and Martin came to him and let Jon return the favour. This wouldn’t fix anything, not really, but it was hard not to hope that it might improve some things.
Because this was better than any fantasy Martin had ever had.
Well. Maybe not the one with the whipped cream and the rope and the spreader bar, but that one was special. Maybe, one day, he’d show that video to Jon too.
Fill: S1 Jon/Martin, misuse of Institute wifi 5/4
(Anonymous) 2021-03-25 06:20 pm (UTC)(link)2/4 – Tim gets to be the hero, Martin’s fantasies are suddenly far too real and (because) Elias is manipulative
3/4 – Martin finds out that Jon knows and neither of them handle it well
4/4 – Martin and Jon finally deal with everything, on a backdrop of canon-typical worms and paranoia (explicit and implicit sex scenes)
Re: Fill: S1 Jon/Martin, misuse of Institute wifi 4/4
(Anonymous) 2021-03-26 02:35 am (UTC)(link)jon's true power
/“I won’t do that again,” Martin promised. “I just… I couldn’t imagine dying without having done that at least once. You have your recorders as your legacy. I’ll have… that.”
Jon looked at him for a long moment. “Was it as disappointing as I’d promised?”
It took Martin a moment to remember their conversation, weeks ago, in Jon’s office. “I honestly didn’t really have any expectations. You haven’t hit me or yelled at me, so that’s good.”/
THIS IS SO EMOTIONAL FOR A CRACK PROMPT I LOVE IT....
/“Y-you watched them?”/
HE WATCHED THEM!!!!
/Martin focused on regulating his breathing and not embarrassing himself in his trousers in front of Jon. “I’d like that very much.”
“Remind me to buy condoms and lube,” Jon said, as ardently as he’d said everything else, and Martin burst out laughing.
“It’s cute that you think I’m going to last that long,” Martin said as soon as he’d gotten his breath back.
Jon just smiled at him. “It’s cute that you think I’ll be done with you after one go.”
Martin groaned. “Don’t say things like that.”/
C-CUTE AND HOT
/Martin gave up and rubbed the heel of his hand over his cock. “I could suck you off under your desk while you worked.” That had been in Office Pet 3 – Good Boys Get Good Reviews. Martin wasn’t sure if the flicker of interest on Jon’s face at the suggestion was because he’d seen it, or because he just wanted it. Either way… “Or you could take a proper break, get up and stretch your legs by bending me over your desk.” That had been Office Pet 5 – Leashes Are For Closers./
crying at these titles
/He sounded so petulant. Martin smiled and brushed his thumb over the head of Jon’s cock, just to hear his breath stutter. “Alright. This isn’t sex. It’s just two coworkers helping each other out while worms attack their place of employment.”/
just bros being bros. just dudes being gay in the wormpocalypse
/Even after finding Gertrude’s body, and being interrogated by the paramedics and then the police and then Jon, and leaving Jon alone to return to his supposedly safe flat, Martin still had some hope. Jon’s paranoia quickly put an end to that. Even if there had been a chance before, it was gone now./
ohh nooOOO
/“It… may not have been only one viewing,” Jon admitted./
jon.
/Martin had considered himself well-sated, but his cock informed him that it could be convinced./
i just love this fkn line
/Well. Maybe not the one with the whipped cream and the rope and the spreader bar, but that one was special. Maybe, one day, he’d show that video to Jon too./
slam dunk ending
THANK YOU FOR THE MEAL if you plan on uploading this to ao3 i'd love a link so i can bookmark it!!
Re: Fill: S1 Jon/Martin, misuse of Institute wifi 4/4
(Anonymous) 2021-03-26 05:38 pm (UTC)(link)I don't know why the Office Pet titles were so easy and fic titles are so hard!
I'm not sure if Jon rewatched because he was actually interested, or if he rewatched to discover What Martin Is Hiding, but he watched every one several times. For research. He'll probably watch the whipped cream one several times, too. For the cinematography. Yup.
Thanks again for your lovely comments!
Re: Fill: S1 Jon/Martin, misuse of Institute wifi 4/4
(Anonymous) 2021-05-04 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)https://archiveofourown.org/works/31085993?view_adult=true
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(Anonymous) 2021-03-26 02:35 am (UTC)(link)oh, jon?
/That was accurate, Jon decided. Not that he missed it, just that he felt its absence./
OH, JON??
/“I… suppose. Yes. I hope so as well.” Jon hadn’t really thought about it that way. He was worried about it now, though./
oh jon :(
/He returned to see his three assistants clustered around Martin’s desk. The moment he walked in, Tim stood up, hovering protectively, while Sasha placed her hand on Martin’s shoulder and outright glared at Jon. Martin just looked miserable and scared and surprisingly small. He didn’t look up to meet Jon’s eyes./
aaawwwWWWWWW 😭
/“I’m sure Elias doesn’t know about the porn,” Jon blurted out. “He would have said something.”
Martin froze. “Th-the porn? I-I-I was just talking about Elias catching me upstairs after hours yesterday.”/
dfgSDFGHJK!!!!!
/Jon wasn’t sure exactly what his face looked like, but it felt like it was on fire. “It’s fine! It’s fine. I know full well that the type of pornography one partakes in says nothing in regards to one’s character–”
“Ohgodpleasestop.”
“–and any assumptions or conclusions one might draw from the… the choices or, or search patterns that one might use–”
“You saw what I searched for too?”/
i'm literally dying
/“I mean.” Martin looked like was mentally rewinding their conversation. “I just. Mean. That the, the choices. I made. Meant. Things.”
Jon wasn’t going to ask. “Meant what?” Except that he was./
this entire conversation is gold. painfully awkward gold
/His hands had been shaking, part of Jon’s brain informed him dispassionately. They were still shaking as Martin set the cup down and groped around for something to tidy his spill. It wasn’t much, and it had missed all the papers on Jon’s desk, but Martin was getting more and more flustered the longer it was taking for him to find something. Jon grabbed some tissues from the other side of his desk and reached to mop the spill up, his hand landing on Martin’s where Martin had slipped his jumper up over his palm to soak up the tea.
The moment their skin touched, Jon felt a shock run through him. Martin yanked his hand back so quickly that he bumped his elbow on the back of Jon’s chair, wincing as the pain shot through him. Without thinking, Jon grabbed his forearm with one hand and rubbed his elbow with the other. Martin stared at him with a look of panicked desire, some strange combination of fight-or-flight-or-something-else-equally-instinctive-and-impulsive and a longing that Jon, to his shame, actually recognized./
🙏🙏👌👌👌👌❤️❤️
/A part of him wanted this, wanted Martin’s secrets, Martin’s thoughts and feelings and desires./
soft beholding vibes
/You deserve… you can do better, Martin. I promise you.”/
JON DD:
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(Anonymous) 2021-03-26 05:28 pm (UTC)(link)His attempts at 'comforting' Martin are just things he's had on repeat in the back of his mind since finding out about Martin's porn habits, coming out of his mouth without a filter. Or forced out by The Eye's influence.
He really is well-intentioned, overall, he's just... kind of terrible at this?
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(Anonymous) 2021-03-26 02:35 am (UTC)(link)“What? Oh.” Tim rolled his eyes. “Everyone does it, Martin. Well. Maybe not Jon. And that’s important too! This is where you’re living now, and it’s a human right. Or should be.”
Martin snorted. “Yeah, I doubt the Geneva Convention tabled that.”/
FUNNY AND HEARTWARMING
/“It was the General Assembly in Paris… never mind./
i'm here for tim being super smart with random trivia knowledge
/“And you’re not going to make me feel guilty for that, you couldn’t when we were in research and you’re not now. Anyways, I leave my laptop here and schedule illegal downloads of Disney movies. That’s how.”/
TIM YOU'RE A TRUE FRIEND...A BRO OF BROS
/“Can’t let Jon be the hero of this story. Gosh, can you imagine? Jon as a hero? It’s just embarrassing. I’m far more suited.”/
oh tim ;_;
/It was what Martin watched when he wanted what he considered a ‘comfort wank’. They just seemed to like each other, and they were so supportive of each other, and John was so generous and kind…/
OH MARTIN ;____;
/His hips sped up, and Martin’s stupid hand slid down the front of his trousers and fisted his own cock instead of reaching up and helping Jon with his. Jon was lovely like this, his eyes half closed in pleasure, his lips parted as he breathed in shallow, fast gasps, his hand tight around his cock, his other hand splayed on Martin’s chest. Martin moaned in pure, unadulterated pleasure, and woke up to an erection pressing insistently at his zipper and his phone lying on his chest, the screen accusingly blank. Even as disappointment rushed through him, Martin scrambled to free his cock and stroked himself off embarrassingly quickly./
👀👀👀👀
/Or something that had agreed with him a little too much. Martin wondered if he could figure out what had provoked such a vivid, fantastical dream and maybe reproduce it again./
CACKLING
/“Of course. Other managers might have insisted you wait until tomorrow morning, but Jon can be oddly… kind. In his way. Can’t he?”/
losing it at the possible implication that elias psychically implanted that dream in martin's mind just to stir shit
Re: Fill: S1 Jon/Martin, misuse of Institute wifi 2/4
(Anonymous) 2021-03-26 05:04 pm (UTC)(link)And OF COURSE Elias implanted that dream, or at least steered Martin's brain towards it. If Martin didn't want to become food for The Eye, he shouldn't have been such a snac. (Mmm, delicious fear-shame-helplessness-arousal.) Catching him after hours and tormenting him was just the icing on that cake.
Re: Fill: S1 Jon/Martin, misuse of Institute wifi 1/4
(Anonymous) 2021-03-26 02:34 am (UTC)(link)my highlights:
/as soon as Tim knew he was looking, he’d started typing “boobies” followed by “5318008” over and over again. It was stupid. Even if any of his staff had extra time to fool around, they were all hard workers who put in a full day’s work, despite occasionally frittered away time frivolously. If he were to go off the keylogger, Martin was the most productive employee he had, working only on whatever Jon had assigned him, never even checking the weather or news headlines. Sasha, meanwhile, had (on average) twenty-seven tabs open on a given day, only half of them related to anything to do with the Magnus Institute or her work, and at least four tracking job openings in their field./
peak characterization right here
/He clicked on the link and quickly learned two more things: Martin watched porn, and Martin watched gay porn./
sdfDFGHJK
/It hardly mattered that… dear lord. That was a large penis for such a small man. The temp took it like a champ, though, Jon thought. Well done. This… this didn’t mean anything./
hhhh jon's scattered train of thought here
/Jon wasn’t quite ready for the words “CUMMING SOON!” “OFFICE PET 2” “BRIAN’S BEEN A BAD BOY” to zoom across the screen, assaulting his eyeballs with garish font and colour./
WHEEZING LAUGHTER
/This was what Martin liked? It seemed to have very little in common with the other videos./
OH, I WONDER WHAT THE COMMON THREAD COULD POSSIBLY BE
/“Jon+Martin+gay”
“John+Martin+gay”
“John+gay”/
martin...martin please...MARTIN P LEASE
/Jon quickly checked that his browser was on his email and brazenly met Martin’s eyes as if he hadn’t been doing anything wrong. Which. He hadn’t. He’d just been doing his job. Everything was fine./
smooth, jon
/“Figured if I was going to be staying here, I should earn my keep, yeah?”/
MARTIN 😂
/Martin’s eyes widened for a fraction of a second before he gave Jon an easy smile./
THE POKERFACE...i enjoy the duality of martin being an awkward soft boy AND ALSO an adept and instinctual liar
Re: Fill: S1 Jon/Martin, misuse of Institute wifi 1/4
(Anonymous) 2021-03-26 04:23 pm (UTC)(link)Jon's mind is a lovely combination of analytical but not necessarily rational and he's just good at Noticing. Things. Yes.
So I actually googled "office pet" to see if it was already a porn series. I watched a lot of videos of cats and dogs and regretted nothing.
I've been relistening to early Magnus, and Jonah/Elias's tendency to make jokes that only he gets (and I get now that I know everything from season 4) has rubbed off on me, and now Martin suffers the same affliction. Or would, except that Jon gets it too now and it's awkward!
Martin is my favourite pudgy ninja. His mental math to calculate the least offensive social reaction are both quick and accurate, and lends itself to everyone kind of liking him in a vague "I guess" kind of way. It's as much a defense as Jon's prickliness.
Thank you for your lovely comments!