FIC: Minding His Manners, Part 04
Title: Minding His Manners
Author: Adelaide Elizabeth Morgan (falconkenobi@aol.com)
Author Web Page: http://www.aemslash.co.uk Obsess, Much?
Fandom: RPS - Good Charlotte/Mest
Categories: Joel Madden/Tony Lovato, BDSM. PWP
Rating: NC17
Archive: Yes to list archives. All others please let me know where so I can come and preen, okay?
Thanks to: You, for reading this. Paul, for being patient and understanding when I disappear into the computer room for days on end to write. Taco, as ever, for the beta.
Disclaimer: Tony Lovato and Joel Madden are real people, and the events in this story are just that - fictional, figments of my sick and twisted imagination. Hell, call it a fantasy if it makes you feel better. Whatever. No rumours should be started in regards to any events in these works of fiction. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it.
Summary: Tony’s attitude, even when he’s being punished, is irritating Joel. So he takes steps to rectify it.
Part 01 Part 02 Part 03
This is the fourth and final chapter of Minding His Manners, and again; neither this chapter, or the whole story itself, has ended up quite being the way i'd planned it out.
This chapter especially but I quite like it this way so we'll leave it as it is. Has more the feel of an epilogue (especially when you take into consideration the length. oops! oh well!) and a possible open ending but.... it's done. hurrah!
So, without further ado
“Come here Tony,” Joel called softly about an hour later.
Tony sighed, arms trembling as he relaxed. Taking a deep breath, he crossed the room and dropped to his knees in front of the couch, head resting lightly on Joel’s knee. A tremor ran through him at the first touch of Joel’s fingers through his hair, a purr rumbling in his chest. “I’m sorry, Sir” he whispered. “Please…” he swallowed heavily. “Please don’t hate me.”
Joel frowned and shook his head, sliding off the couch to sit on the floor next to Tony. “Hate you?” He asked, a note of disbelief clear in his voice. “I could never hate you. Tony,” he paused, tipping Tony’s face up with one finger and meeting his eyes. “I love you. Don’t ever fucking forget that or think otherwise. I could never hate you.”
“Really?” Tony asked in a small voice.
“Really,” Joel promised, pulling Tony into a quick, tight hug before pulling back and meeting his eyes again. “I may get annoyed and exasperated with you when you misbehave, but I love you more than anything in the world. The only thing I hate is having to punish you; it’s not fun for you and it’s not fun for me either.” A smile started to tug at Tony’s lips at Joel’s words and he opened his mouth to reply, but Joel kissed him quiet. “I love you,” Joel repeated, grinning at the way Tony’s eyes lit up at his words. “And I obviously don’t tell you it enough,” he realised, annoyed with himself. “But I do,” he nodded, running the backs of his fingers down Tony’s cheeks. “This is something we need to talk about. But not now. Benji’s going to be going to be here shortly. Go upstairs, get cleaned up and get dressed. I’ll sort things out down here, and we’ll talk about this later, ok?”
Tony nodded, leaning into Joel’s touch, turning his face to the side and kissing his fingertips. “Ok,” he agreed, kissing Joel hard on the lips before rising to his feet and finding his boxers. He pulled them up as he left the room, one last grin over his shoulder at Joel before climbing the stairs.
~El Fin~
Author: Adelaide Elizabeth Morgan (falconkenobi@aol.com)
Author Web Page: http://www.aemslash.co.uk Obsess, Much?
Fandom: RPS - Good Charlotte/Mest
Categories: Joel Madden/Tony Lovato, BDSM. PWP
Rating: NC17
Archive: Yes to list archives. All others please let me know where so I can come and preen, okay?
Thanks to: You, for reading this. Paul, for being patient and understanding when I disappear into the computer room for days on end to write. Taco, as ever, for the beta.
Disclaimer: Tony Lovato and Joel Madden are real people, and the events in this story are just that - fictional, figments of my sick and twisted imagination. Hell, call it a fantasy if it makes you feel better. Whatever. No rumours should be started in regards to any events in these works of fiction. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it.
Summary: Tony’s attitude, even when he’s being punished, is irritating Joel. So he takes steps to rectify it.
Part 01 Part 02 Part 03
This is the fourth and final chapter of Minding His Manners, and again; neither this chapter, or the whole story itself, has ended up quite being the way i'd planned it out.
This chapter especially but I quite like it this way so we'll leave it as it is. Has more the feel of an epilogue (especially when you take into consideration the length. oops! oh well!) and a possible open ending but.... it's done. hurrah!
So, without further ado
“Come here Tony,” Joel called softly about an hour later.
Tony sighed, arms trembling as he relaxed. Taking a deep breath, he crossed the room and dropped to his knees in front of the couch, head resting lightly on Joel’s knee. A tremor ran through him at the first touch of Joel’s fingers through his hair, a purr rumbling in his chest. “I’m sorry, Sir” he whispered. “Please…” he swallowed heavily. “Please don’t hate me.”
Joel frowned and shook his head, sliding off the couch to sit on the floor next to Tony. “Hate you?” He asked, a note of disbelief clear in his voice. “I could never hate you. Tony,” he paused, tipping Tony’s face up with one finger and meeting his eyes. “I love you. Don’t ever fucking forget that or think otherwise. I could never hate you.”
“Really?” Tony asked in a small voice.
“Really,” Joel promised, pulling Tony into a quick, tight hug before pulling back and meeting his eyes again. “I may get annoyed and exasperated with you when you misbehave, but I love you more than anything in the world. The only thing I hate is having to punish you; it’s not fun for you and it’s not fun for me either.” A smile started to tug at Tony’s lips at Joel’s words and he opened his mouth to reply, but Joel kissed him quiet. “I love you,” Joel repeated, grinning at the way Tony’s eyes lit up at his words. “And I obviously don’t tell you it enough,” he realised, annoyed with himself. “But I do,” he nodded, running the backs of his fingers down Tony’s cheeks. “This is something we need to talk about. But not now. Benji’s going to be going to be here shortly. Go upstairs, get cleaned up and get dressed. I’ll sort things out down here, and we’ll talk about this later, ok?”
Tony nodded, leaning into Joel’s touch, turning his face to the side and kissing his fingertips. “Ok,” he agreed, kissing Joel hard on the lips before rising to his feet and finding his boxers. He pulled them up as he left the room, one last grin over his shoulder at Joel before climbing the stairs.
~El Fin~