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FILL 1/2
(Anonymous) 2011-04-28 06:06 am (UTC)(link)here is the first version.
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"What's that?"
Sonny twitches so hard his silverware goes clatter. That tone in Joel's voice is always guaranteed to snap him out of anything. It's not anger, it's just hard and stern and something that never fails to ompletely seize Sonny. He raises his gaze from his plate and everyone is looking at him. But they might as well not be there, because, next to him, Joel is still speaking.
"Look at your hair," he snaps, pointing. "There is food in your hair."
"What?" Sonny's voice threads out as a whisper. It's the hardest thing in the world not to just start apologizing, to slide out of his chair and kneel. His joints are going weak. Everyone is looking.
[Except they aren't; they just laughed and went back to eating their own food or talking about their own things, but Sonny wishes that they were looking.]
Joel gets up, throwing his napkin onto his plate. He leans over the back of Sonny's chair and hisses, "bathroom" in his ear. Then he's gone.
When Sonny gets up to leave his feet are slow and heavy, his knees unsteady, so he gets stuck in a conflict of chair legs and almost eats it on the restaurant floor. Sofi reaches over to finally rescue him.
Face red, Sonny looks up to see Joel smirking derisively at him from next to the men's room. He gets hard.
"Clumsy ass," Joel laughs when Sonny enters the bathroom, just before grabbing him by the hair and forcing him to his knees. "I thought I was a slob, but your table manners are just total shit."
Sonny has already slapped a hand over his mouth to keep himself quiet. It's becoming an instantaneous reflex.
Wrapping hair around his fist and pulling it taught, Joel leans down to look Sonny in the eye. "You've been fucking up a lot lately. I just wanted to let you know that there's some pretty great punishment in your future." He grins in the way that makes his eyes light up. "'Kay?"
Sonny nods vehemently. One hand is still over his mouth and he's panting hard through his nose, interspersed with whimpers. He's excited.
Joel lets go of his hair and the endorphins that flood in to replace the pain make him dizzy. Lifting one sneaker, Joel plants it on Sonny's crotch.
"Don't move."
Sonny bites his palm. The light pressure is infuriating.
Joel leans his weight forward for a second. Sonny makes a wet choking noise behind his hand. The shoe sole grinds painfully against his crotch, crushing his dick and balls in jeans that were already too tight. He had to concentrate to keep himself from begging for more.
"You can move now." Joel shifted more of his weight forward. Sonny jerked his hips upward, freehand scrabbling behind him on the dirty tile for greater leverage.
But then Joel steps completely away. "I'm fuckin' hungry," he says. "See you back at the table."
He leaves. Leaves Sonny kneeling on the floor, catching his breath, until the door swings open and some guy comes in to pee. Sonny gets up and leaves, only stopping at the mirror to get the food out of his hair.
Re: FILL 2/2
(Anonymous) 2011-04-28 06:09 am (UTC)(link)"What the hell is that?"
Sonny twitches so hard his silverware goes clatter. That tone in Joel's voice is always guaranteed to snap him out of anything. It's not anger, it's just hard and stern and something that never fails to ompletely seize Sonny. He raises his gaze from his plate and everyone is looking at him. But they might as well not be there, because Joel, across from him, is still speaking.
"Look at your hair," he snaps, pointing. "There is food in your hair."
"I'm sorry." Sonny's voice threads out as a whisper. Everyone is looking.
Joel gets up, throwing his napkin onto his plate. He strides around the table. Sonny feels his joints going weak. When Joel orders him to get out of his chair and kneel, it's easy. His skin is burning with a full body blush and white noise is filling his ears. Tipping his face toward the ceiling, he waits.
Joel's voice comes from above. "You've been fucking up a lot lately. I just wanted to let you know that there was some pretty great punishment in your future. Was, because at this point I'm just fucking fed up and I'm gonna dish it out now."
"Yes," Sonny says, "thank you."
Everyone is looking.
Re: FILL 2/2
both versions are amazing, especially in contrast to each other, and all your descriptions of how sonny feels as this is happening are so realistic and creative- like him actually wanting to be punished in public, because he's hit the point where he's so turned on that it kind of feels like the people there are props for his ~public humiliation scene and not like, his friends who he has to hang out with for the rest of the tour. he's too focused on the blood rushing to his own head (and cock) that it doesn't feel real, and he has to really focus on not going too far- that's so perfect.
also hnnng.