Blockade

Julian and Noel get writer's block while writing in America leading to all types of things I haven't dreamed up yet.

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Chapter 2

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Chapter 2

Author’s Notes: Julian surprises Noel and then someone surprises him. *dun dun dun*


Their walks weren’t quiet. They could never be around each other. Laughter was infectious with Noel. He passes it along with the gleam of his smile and through the vibrations of his sides. It was chilly that day so he stayed near, as his shirt was still damp from his hour-long stand off from earlier.

Julian marveled at the scenery and Noel kept eyeing other people, with a smile to not seem creepy, but steadily thinking “Do you know me? Please, please don’t recognize me.”

When he received nothing more than stares, nods, and the gregarious wave of a toddler with brown smoke hair like the man at his side, he couldn’t help but sigh and pull Julian closer. He liked it here.

Julian worked his way to a bench underneath a large yellowed tree, whose leaves seemed to dance in the now all-encompassing sunshine as clouds had gone to lunch.

“Is it midday? I’m getting hungry.”

“I thought you would say that.”

Julian pulled away to walk behind the bench and revealed a basket. Noel tried his hardest not to swoon, but he was impressed. Julian was always considerate but he really needed this surprise today. Also because he tended to be the more domestic one, so he delighted at Julian setting the scene for their afternoon lunch in the park.

Noel thought it had become too quiet when Julian was on his “break” but he was too busy being taunted by that blank sheet of paper and blue pen. At least he could torture the pen but the paper still had it coming when Julian came back. His timing was impeccable and the whole situation diffused without too much damage. The thoughts began to flow freely again as soon as his feet hit the pavement.

It only worked when Ju was there. But the pauses in between bites are drawn out with the ideas they can’t come up with. Yet he can see in Julian’s eyes that this is not intended to be another bloody “brainstorming session”. This was lunch and it wasn’t going to be “fruitful” or “productive” but who gives a fuck?

The luxury of their position was time and control. With every bite, every distraction of other adult runaways or children who wanted to say “Hey” to the man with the “shiny lady hair” or tap the bearded man they called “Mister” with respect as they asked for their ball back, Noel relaxed and enjoyed his post meal euphoria. Blank pages can wait and besides, inspiration is usually around a corner.

“I am stuffed.”

“Good surprise?”

“Awesome surprise.”

Noel stretched out, using his jacket as a pillow. The sun had come out to play and the tree above their heads looked like a burning bush or phoenix wings or perhaps it was Big Bird. Yep that was it. His mind worked in visual overhaul and everything looked like something. And the fun thing was figuring out exactly what that thing was.

Julian knew that smile. “What is it?”

“Big Bird.” He jutted his head upwards.

Julian didn’t even have to turn to look. “I knew you would figure it out.”

Noel offered to clean up as Julian peered skyward leaning against the Big Bird tree. He bundled up everything and began to strut down the trail to find the bins. The one thing that did get annoying to Noel about here was getting lost. There were no signs around and the people that had been the nicest to him today were long gone or small children and he wouldn’t dare approach them. He already looked weird enough and they were attracted to his hair. He could hear it now, “Brit Noel Fielding traps young kids with shiny hair!” And he wasn’t going to risk the trail where the punishment would obviously be the loss of… He couldn’t even think it. Noel quickly put his free hand into his hair and ruffled it like feathers with a reassuring caress.

“Restrooms. Hmm?” Noel read and looked to the side of the shanty building dubbed the lavatories to behold a “dumpster.” Noel liked that term actually. And just as he was to turn on his silver heel to chuckle about it he gasped, as he realized he wasn’t alone. A broad body pressed him back up against the side of the dumpster before he could see the face. A hand clasped over his mouth tightly, as he exhaled forcefully, knowing his ribs would ache from the pressure of the sharp edge. Noel can feel the man breathing behind him. He was just standing there.

He began to lean Noel back into him and off of the dumpster, almost like an apology. Still no words. Just deep breathing. Which was calming Noel even though he knew what could happen to him right now. Julian would be left waiting for him.

He didn’t struggle. He knew that wouldn’t help, but the thought of Julian caused a slow tear to roll down his cheek onto the hand of his silent captor. Noel knew he would feel it. He hoped that maybe this person couldn’t cope with victim tears and would let him go.