FIC: Heart And Soul
Title: Heart and Soul
Author: Cassie Morgan (falconkenobi@aol.com)
Author Web Page: http://www.aemslash.co.uk Obsess, Much?
Fandom: RPS - Good Charlotte
Categories: Benji Madden/Joel Madden, Angst, H/C
Rating: PG13
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. Joel Madden, for the song The Truth that inspired this fic.
Disclaimer: Benji & 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.
Warning: Un-beta’d
Notes: Written for elvenpiratein the queue to see Good Charlotte at the Hammersmith Palais on March 27
Summary: Even though he knows Joel needs to be alone, Benji also knows there’s no way he can leave his brother when he’s hurting.
“Benji, no.” Paul stood between Benji and the door, his arms crossed over his chest. He raised an eyebrow as Benji tried to push past him, shoving him backwards; harder than he meant to, sending Benji sprawling on his ass on the floor. “He needs to do this alone.”
Benji pulled himself to his feet and squared his shoulders, glaring at Paul. Ignoring the tears he could feel prickling his eyelids, he opened his mouth to speak, another burst of raw, pain-filled vocals reached them. Benji’s mouth snapped shut and he ground his teeth together, hands bunching into fists at his sides. “Paul…”
“I know you love him, Benj. And I know he’s hurting, but…” he paused, his own voice rough as he swallowed around the lump in his throat. “He needs to do this on his own,” he repeated.
Benji scowled. “I know,” he admitted, brushing away his tears with the tips of his two front fingers. “But that doesn’t mean…”
“Yes it does,” Paul replied softly. “On his own means with no-one there. Not even you.”
“No,” Benji disagreed, trying again to push past Paul. “Get out of my fucking way, Paul!”
Paul stood his ground. “No.”
“Paul, please…” Benji begged, desperation colouring. “Joel needs me.”
“Benji…” Paul could feel his resolve weakening at the look on Benji’s face, the pain he could hear in both Benji’s voice and in Joel’s vocals. He sighed and shook his head. “I can’t believe I’m going to do this,” he muttered as he opened the door. “Take care of him,” he whispered to Benji as he ran through the door.
The playback stopped and Benji stepped into the studio in time to see Joel take his headphones off and throw them as he sank to the floor on his knees. “Joel…” Benji whispered, swinging the glass door open and cross the floor, kneeling down in front of Joel. “Joel?”
Joel moaned and blinked up at Benji, tears streaming down his face as he fell forward into Benji’s open arms, sobbing as he clung to his shoulders.
Benji felt his own tears start to fall and he pulled Joel close, wrapping his arms around Joel, holding him as he cried. He shifted position to sit, rather than kneel, on the floor, Joel all but clambering onto his lap, face buried in his neck. Not knowing what to say, knowing words couldn’t help, Benji rocked him lightly, stroking his hair and the back of his neck in a way he knew would calm Joel down. “OK?” He asked when Joel’s grip on him loosened, mentally berating himself for asking such a fucking stupid question.
Joel nodded. “Yeah,” he whispered, resting his head against Benji’s shoulder. “Thank you.”
Benji also nodded, lifting Joel’s head off his shoulder, cupping his face in his hands. Their eyes met as Benji brushed Joel’s tears away with his thumb; their eyes still locked as their lips met in a soft kiss. “Anytime,” Benji promised as Joel smiled weakly, leaning back against him. “Anytime.”
~El Fin~
Author: Cassie Morgan (falconkenobi@aol.com)
Author Web Page: http://www.aemslash.co.uk Obsess, Much?
Fandom: RPS - Good Charlotte
Categories: Benji Madden/Joel Madden, Angst, H/C
Rating: PG13
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. Joel Madden, for the song The Truth that inspired this fic.
Disclaimer: Benji & 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.
Warning: Un-beta’d
Notes: Written for elvenpiratein the queue to see Good Charlotte at the Hammersmith Palais on March 27
Summary: Even though he knows Joel needs to be alone, Benji also knows there’s no way he can leave his brother when he’s hurting.
“Benji, no.” Paul stood between Benji and the door, his arms crossed over his chest. He raised an eyebrow as Benji tried to push past him, shoving him backwards; harder than he meant to, sending Benji sprawling on his ass on the floor. “He needs to do this alone.”
Benji pulled himself to his feet and squared his shoulders, glaring at Paul. Ignoring the tears he could feel prickling his eyelids, he opened his mouth to speak, another burst of raw, pain-filled vocals reached them. Benji’s mouth snapped shut and he ground his teeth together, hands bunching into fists at his sides. “Paul…”
“I know you love him, Benj. And I know he’s hurting, but…” he paused, his own voice rough as he swallowed around the lump in his throat. “He needs to do this on his own,” he repeated.
Benji scowled. “I know,” he admitted, brushing away his tears with the tips of his two front fingers. “But that doesn’t mean…”
“Yes it does,” Paul replied softly. “On his own means with no-one there. Not even you.”
“No,” Benji disagreed, trying again to push past Paul. “Get out of my fucking way, Paul!”
Paul stood his ground. “No.”
“Paul, please…” Benji begged, desperation colouring. “Joel needs me.”
“Benji…” Paul could feel his resolve weakening at the look on Benji’s face, the pain he could hear in both Benji’s voice and in Joel’s vocals. He sighed and shook his head. “I can’t believe I’m going to do this,” he muttered as he opened the door. “Take care of him,” he whispered to Benji as he ran through the door.
The playback stopped and Benji stepped into the studio in time to see Joel take his headphones off and throw them as he sank to the floor on his knees. “Joel…” Benji whispered, swinging the glass door open and cross the floor, kneeling down in front of Joel. “Joel?”
Joel moaned and blinked up at Benji, tears streaming down his face as he fell forward into Benji’s open arms, sobbing as he clung to his shoulders.
Benji felt his own tears start to fall and he pulled Joel close, wrapping his arms around Joel, holding him as he cried. He shifted position to sit, rather than kneel, on the floor, Joel all but clambering onto his lap, face buried in his neck. Not knowing what to say, knowing words couldn’t help, Benji rocked him lightly, stroking his hair and the back of his neck in a way he knew would calm Joel down. “OK?” He asked when Joel’s grip on him loosened, mentally berating himself for asking such a fucking stupid question.
Joel nodded. “Yeah,” he whispered, resting his head against Benji’s shoulder. “Thank you.”
Benji also nodded, lifting Joel’s head off his shoulder, cupping his face in his hands. Their eyes met as Benji brushed Joel’s tears away with his thumb; their eyes still locked as their lips met in a soft kiss. “Anytime,” Benji promised as Joel smiled weakly, leaning back against him. “Anytime.”
~El Fin~