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Still Standing Tall
By : AEMorgan
Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Bon Jovi
Views: 2750 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Bon Jovi. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. - Chapter List
Title: Still Standing Tall
Author: Adelaide Elizabeth Morgan (falconkenobi@aol.com)
Author Web Page: http://www.aemslash.co.uk Obsess, Much?
Fandom: RPS - Bon Jovi
Categories: Jon Bon Jovi/OMC, non-con, bdsm, self-hurt, angst, h/c
Rating: NC17
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.
Disclaimer: Bon Jovi 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: A brutal attack leaves Jon traumatised and sinking deeper into depression. He needs to learn to trust his friends again before he can start to heal. But is there anything they can do to help him on the long road to recovery?
“C’mon, how was I supposed to not notice her the way she was shaking her breasts at me!” Jon pointed out indignantly. “You can’t honestly tell me you didn’t see her.”
Richie quirked an eyebrow. "Have you seen Heather recently?” He leered jokingly. “I don’t need to look!”
“Ha!” Jon exclaimed, grinning triumphantly. “I knew it. You were checking her out!”
Richie squeezed his eyes closed, pinched the bridge of his nose and counted to ten under his breath. Very slowly. Sometimes, post-concert hyperactive Jon could be too much for him to handle, especially at the end of a tour, but those occasions were very rare. He loved sitting down, just the two of them, Jon’s full attention on him. Smiling inwardly, Richie opened his eyes.
“No, Jon. I wasn’t checking her out.” Richie was impressed with himself - he managed to sound a lot calmer than he felt; Jon’s mood was infectious, his grin affecting Richie more than the guitarist would ever admit. “But, yeah. I did see her. You ought to be careful, Jon, or you’re gonna get yourself into trouble again.”
Jon shook his head, expression turning serious. “No way. Those days are over, there’s no way I’m gonna risk losing Dorothea again.” He laughed, the grin returning. “But I’m married, man, not blind!”
Richie didn’t have chance to respond as Jon turned to the bar, handing his card to the barman to pay for their drinks.
“I’m sorry, Sir, but if you’re going to pay by card I need to see some identification.”
“Identification?” Jon echoed, a slight hint of incredulity in his tone.
“It’s company policy,” the barman explained apologetically.
Jon shrugged, pulling his wallet out of the back pocket of his jeans. Flipping through it, he swore. “My driver’s license is in my jacket back in my room,” he told the barman, who shrugged and handed Jon his card back before moving on to the next customer.
Jon glared daggers after him, sitting back down with a huff. “I’m fucking Jon Bon Jovi,” he whined at Richie. “I don’t need ID!”
Richie bit his lip, trying his hardest to keep a straight face and not laugh at Jon’s indignation. “You want me to pay?” hferefered.
Jon shook his head, “Nah, I won’t be a second, k?” He walked away, hands tucked in the pockets of his jeans, muttering under his breath about kids not old enough to be out of diapers who were serving in bars.
He was still ranting to himself as he rounded the corner on the approach to his room. Pulling his wallet out of his pocket again, he was just about to open his door using the key card when a deep voice stopped him in his tracks.
“Well now, look here boys. Unless I’m very much mistaken, we just found ourselves Jon Bon Jovi.”- You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
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