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Controlled Love, Part 18: Substitute

Title: Substitute
Series: Controlled Love, Part 18. Start the series here.
Fandom: A Bit of Fry & Laurie
Pairing: Tony/Control
Rating: PG13
Summary: Control makes the best of a disappointing situation.
Disclaimer: No ownership claimed, just oodles of love for these characters.


The original plan had been for Control to work undercover as one of the wait staff. He had been looking forward to working with Tony; perhaps they would be assigned to the same table and get to spend some time being rather close to each other.

Then the call had come. The ambassador's sister's husband had fallen ill and was unable to accompany his wife to the dinner. It wouldn't do to have her attend unescorted, and it was important to find someone with a low profile to be at her side. The couple was not well known outside of their native country, but it was common knowledge that she had married a British citizen.

Control was the ideal candidate; he spoke the language fluently and had a physical build similar to the husband. Moreover, he could serve the dual role of a bodyguard who could stay close to her side without raising suspicion. People in the spy world might recognize his name as head of British Intelligence, but few if any outside of that organization would recognize his face.

He had been most disappointed at this turn of events. He realized it was an astute piece of political thinking by his masters in Whitehall, but that didn't mean he had to like it. And he did not like it, not one little bit. He wouldn't be able to talk with or be near Tony in any real way the entire evening. That thought made him quite unhappy indeed.

But being upset wouldn't help; he had to figure out how to make the best of the situation. Then he hit on what he felt was rather a brilliant idea. He would interact with The Woman but imagine that he was sharing time with Tony. He would pay her the same attention that he would give Tony if his deepest desire were to come true and he had Tony as his very own. He loved his conversations with Tony and felt that with this strategy in his head, he would have a more enjoyable time getting through the evening.

When he and The Woman arrived at the dinner, it didn't take him long to spot Tony. He was carrying a tray of glasses, circulating through the crowd, obviously on the alert for any potential problems. He thought Tony looked incredibly handsome in his waiter's attire. The short white jacket with brass buttons (had he once heard it called a mess jacket?) set off his golden hair most flatteringly; combined with the trim black trousers it seemed that his long legs now went on forever. There was no denying The Woman was beautiful, but the sight of Tony took Control's breath away. He didn't even notice that Tony's shirt and jacket were one or two sizes too large.

Control played his role well, and he found his plan was most useful. He realized that when he imagined it was Tony talking to him and sharing information about the little details of life, he could feign an interest in her words that otherwise he wouldn't have felt. The more he thought of having this type of conversation with Tony, being this attentive to him in public, the more animated he became.

From time to time he would catch Tony's glance; every time, he felt a physical tingling race from his spine to his groin. As he so often did when he caught sight of Tony's amazing blue eyes and wonderfully kissable lips, he had to shift himself imperceptibly to ease a growing tightness in his trousers. Control thought the ever-increasing blush on Tony's cheeks made him look somehow incredibly innocent and intensely wanton at the same time.

During dinner, it took all of Control's self-discipline to keep his hands to himself when Tony reached forward to refill a glass or place the next course in front of him. At first he'd put his hands in his lap, but that only made the tightness worse when he accidently pressed against himself; after that, he made sure to place his hands in the pockets of his jacket. What he really wanted, of course, was to grab Tony forcefully by the wrist and pull him into his lap, kissing him with growing urgency until they were both lost in a haze of passion.

Instead, Control breathed deeply to capture Tony's scent, then leaned toward The Woman, closed his eyes, and kissed her cheek, playing the role of dutiful attentive husband. And he kept thinking of Tony.



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Mar. 9th, 2007 01:46 pm (UTC)
The little tales grow ever more elaborate and interesting.
Mar. 9th, 2007 10:31 pm (UTC)
Why, thank you! :)
Mar. 9th, 2007 04:12 pm (UTC)
Good lord *happy sigh* one of the things i love about these drabbles is that you give an insight to each perspective on the same situation. These just keep getting better! Control had best watch himself, or he could be knee-deep in the foie gras!

(Kudos to the mess jacket reference!)

Tony: *fumbles near the proximity of Control's Control-ness and spills water on Control's lap* Oh! ever so sorry, sir..I..

Control: *Ambassadorishly* Don't you worry, boy. Excuse me, i'm going to the MENS ROOM for a MOMENT. *meaningful glance at Tony*

Tony: *lightbulb...hurries off*

-Much romping in the loo-

Mar. 9th, 2007 10:32 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much! I think it's more fun when the audience knows what each side is going through. Makes the UST so much more fun. :)

Bwuahahahahahaha I love your scenario! If only they weren't both so danged proper! :)

*dreams about T/C loo-romping*
Mar. 9th, 2007 04:13 pm (UTC)
Wheee! The white mess jacket! (I loved the way HL looked in that outfit.) But it's too big! (Of course! Hee.) But Control doesn't notice. Awww.

Control thought the ever-increasing blush on Tony's cheeks made him look somehow incredibly innocent and intensely wanton at the same time.

Oh, such a lovely description, and so true.

I love the way you're increasing the UST to the breaking point, m'dear. Poor Tony and Control. Of course I love every moment.
Mar. 9th, 2007 10:34 pm (UTC)
Hee! I couldn't resist the mess jacket. What else would a waiter wear for a formal dinner? ;) And Control would probably think that if it were any tighter, it would be indecent. Not that he'd mind, of course!

Thanks for the love. I am having the most fun writing these! Not too many more chapters to go, I think, but there's a bit more UST for our heroes.
Mar. 9th, 2007 06:22 pm (UTC)
Adorable. Now, Control, you owe Tony explainations after dinner. :D
Mar. 9th, 2007 10:35 pm (UTC)
"Explanations"...is that what you young people are calling it these days? In my day we just called good old-fashioned hot sex! :D
Mar. 9th, 2007 10:37 pm (UTC)
Explainations, sex, heck, they'll both work. As long as both happen. :D
Mar. 9th, 2007 10:40 pm (UTC)
Heh. Then I guess I better get writing!
Mar. 9th, 2007 07:13 pm (UTC)
Oh Control *sighs* give into all-consuming passion, you won't regret it! :D
Mar. 9th, 2007 10:36 pm (UTC)
Hee! If only he realized how much Tony wants him! ;)
Mar. 9th, 2007 10:44 pm (UTC)
He will though won't he?! Won't he? WON'T HE???!!! Ahhhh this lovely series makes me sooo happy! :D
Mar. 9th, 2007 11:37 pm (UTC)
Yes. Eventually they each will have a brick wall fall on him and all will be well. I PROMISE! :)

I'm so glad you're enjoying this. I'm definitely fun having fun writing the series!
Mar. 9th, 2007 07:36 pm (UTC)
Yay for Tony in Bertie's mess jacket. That was so cute on Hugh.

I really liked reading this through Control's perspective.
Mar. 9th, 2007 10:37 pm (UTC)
Hee! Glad you liked it...I thought the jacket made a great visual as I was writing.

Thanks! I'm happy you enjoyed it. :D
Mar. 9th, 2007 09:16 pm (UTC)
EEEeee! Oh! And he doesn't know that all his attention toward the woman will look to Tony like he's really devoted to her. Angst! And also sexual tension is yum, and also white mess jacket! *loves you* When this dinner is over... the mind boggles. Hee!
Mar. 9th, 2007 10:38 pm (UTC)
I hope you think I've done your plot bunny justice. It was really quite a delicious thing to sink my teeth into. And the mess jacket? I couldn't resist.

*loves you back*
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