Dimly light rooms full of presumably important but nonetheless unrecognisable people. Empty bottles abandoned on tables and stairs, in pot plants or under chairs. Intoxicated people writhing around to loud, nondescript remixes blaring through hidden speakers. Those not dancing wage an ongoing battle against the noise, shouting to make themselves heard and in doing so becoming less and less coherent. The host is a mystery. This is a house party.

Noel drifted and pushed his way through the crowd of nameless people feeling unpleasantly removed from everyone. Usually he commanded most people’s attention at parties like this, but his heart wasn’t in it tonight. He had considered staying in but he reasoned that being around people would take his mind off things.

His mind was betraying him, conjuring up images of yesterday’s occurrence and parading them around his head. Reminding him every so often of the complete twat he had made of himself. Noel hadn’t slept well last night. He was either lying awake replaying what had happened or dreaming of it.

The filming of the third season was going brilliantly and both Noel and Julian were extremely happy with it. They had been hinting and teasing their fans with promises of a slashy scene and were scheduled to film it that day. Noel was rather nervous but Julian remained calm and complacent.

The make-up and hair was done, as were the last minute changes to the script and the shot was set up. Julian (although Noel preferred to think if him as Howard) leaned in for the all important kiss and Noel’s (although he preferred to think of it as Vince’s) heart raced. Their lips touched and he felt tingles race down his spine. His nervousness subsided slowly and after a few takes he was completely relaxed.

On the fifth take, after much encouragement and pressure from Paul King, Noel finally kissed back. At first he took Julian by surprise but soon they were kissing passionately. Julian’s body rubbed up against Noel’s. Noel ran his hands down Julian’s back while Julian cupped Noel’s face in his hands.

Paul yelled cut and Julian’s lips were gone, leaving Noel feeling suddenly cold and lost. Julian stood up and wiped his mouth, then walked off the set. Noel remained in somewhat of a daze.

Noel was shaken from his short reverie by a well practised throat clearer. He looked around and found the entire crew as well as some of the cast staring intently at him. He frowned and as his mind cleared he realised what they were staring at. Following their gaze he looked down at his erection.

Even now he felt humiliated and an unfamiliar blush was working its way across his pale cheeks. Noel was feeling strangely warm and the throng of anonymous, faceless beings was pressing in on him. His chest felt tight and his heart was beating quickly. Panic gripped him by the throat and squeezed, his mind raced with thoughts of shame and dread. He needed to get away.

Should Noel:

A: Go out onto the balcony

B: Find something to drink

C: Find a bathroom to pull himself together in

[nextpage title=”Denial”]
Denial

Author’s Notes: The readers voted for “C: Find a bathroom to pull himself together in”

I still don’t own them and no money has or will be made.

Noel stumbled through the crowd, the room spinning. He made his way to the stairs and almost flung himself down them. Knocking into a few people, he tripped over the last few steps and hurried down the passage, ignoring a familiar voice shout,

“Hey Noel!”

He rushed into the bathroom and slammed the door shut behind him before locking it. Panting heavily, he bent over the basin, a hand resting on either side of it. He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself. He looked up into the mirror, his reflection a ghostly blur. Rubbing his eyes roughly, his vision cleared and he looked again. His pale and unusually colourless face came into view. His dark brows were furrowed and his thin lips, which normally would be giving a cheeky smile, were turned down.

Noel sighed deeply and ran his slim fingers through his messy hair. Sinking to the floor he held his knees to his chest and tried to stop the memories from floating through his mind. He tried to forget the feel of Julian’s warm body pressed up against his own and the sweet taste of his soft lips. He tried to ignore the patches of skin that still tingled from the touch of Julian’s strong hands. He told himself that his heart fluttering was just nerves, it definitely didn’t mean anything.

There was a knock at the door, which Noel ignored as his most embarrassing memory, while wearing a brightly coloured party hat, decorated his head with annoying paper streamers and hogged the bowl of crisps. The image of his bulging erection taunting him, he felt a familiar twitch in his groin. He pulled at his too tight jeans, adjusting them.

The knock came again, louder now. Noel groaned.

“Er, I’m a little busy in here,” he called.

“Noel?” came Julian’s voice.

Noel sighed and ran his hand down his face,

Great, perfect timing as usual.

“Noel?” repeated Julian.

“Yes?” snapped Noel.

“Are… are you alright?” Julian said tentatively.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” said Noel in the same defensive tone.

“Oh…” came Julian’s reply, “It’s just that when you came down the stairs you looked…”

There was a short pause.

“Look, Noel, open the door yeah?”

Noel hauled himself up off the floor and reluctantly unlocked the door and opened it. He took in Julian’s scruffy appearance. Dirty sneakers, nondescript black trousers, creased band t-shirt, stubbly face and messy hair.

Noel’s heart gave a flutter similar to the previous day’s and he frowned.

“Can I come in?”

Julian waved his hand towards the room Noel was currently blocking with his thin body.

“This is a bathroom, Julian,” Noel stated lamely.

“Gee, what gave you that idea? Was it the floor to ceiling black tiles?” said Julian, peering into the room, “Or perhaps the basin and accompanying small hand towel? Or it could be, and this is the less obvious one, the toilet?”

Julian grinned at Noel.

His knees suddenly weak, Noel sat down on the toilet lid, allowing space for Julian to enter the reasonably small bathroom.

Julian closed the door behind him and lent against it. There was a very awkward silence as both men stared at the floor.

“So,” began Julian, “What’s up?”

Noel shot him a dirty look.

“Nothing,” he said through gritted teeth, “nothing is up. At all.”

Julian gulped and looking at Noel’s feet, currently adored by pink cowboy boots, he chewed his lip worriedly, searching for something to say.

Finally he cleared his throat.

“Noel, er, about yesterday, um…” Julian faltered.

“Please…” Noel said in a soft voice, “don’t.”

The last thing Noel wanted at the moment was to acknowledge what had actually happened. He still hoped, deep down, that it hadn’t really been real.

“But…” Julian began before being cut off by Noel.

“Just leave it alone, ok?”

Julian took a step forward and placed a comforting hand on Noel’s shoulder. Noel gaze moved slowly up his arm and rested on his dark brown eyes. He shivered and felt his body relaxing and his frown soften. Feeling his guard be slowly let down he panicked.

Noel pushed Julian’s hand away forcefully.

“Don’t touch me,” he warned.

“Don’t touch me, don’t ever touch me. Not when we’re onstage, not when we’re backstage, not when we’re out buying… hammocks.”

If only the world knew how it really was. That is was him, Noel who always resisted.

Julian folded his arms across his chest and looked down at Noel intently. Feeling Julian’s stare, Noel shifted uncomfortably.

“But you’ve never had a problem kissing me as Old Gregg,” Julian blurted out.

“That’s because I’m not Old Gregg!” Noel yelled, “I don’t have a vagina, funnily enough, and I’m not gay!”

Yet another strange silence ensued.

“Vince is just more… more” Noel said in a quieter tone.

“More you?” suggested Julian.

Noel nodded, “Yeah.”

Noel closed his eyes and placed his head in his hands. He let out a long, slow breath and stood up. His body was now dangerously close to Julian’s.

Julian opened his mouth to speak but Noel beat him to the chase.

“I’m done talking, I’m done thinking. I’ve got nothing to say and I just want to forget,” he hesitated, “just forget and disappear. So if you’ll please move aside, I need to get out of here.”

Julian flattened his body against the cold wall, leaving just enough space for Noel to squeeze through between him and the basin. In an attempt to not brush past Julian, Noel’s hip hit the basin and the sharp pain of broken blood vessels caused him to grimace. Still his shoulder grazed Julian’s chest.

Noel opened the door and the thump-thump of the loud music from upstairs filtered though and became more recognisable. His hand resting on the doorframe, Noel quickly glanced back at Julian and walked down the passage.

Should Noel:

A: Get completely out of his mind drunk

B: Find a random woman to get off with

C: Go home

[nextpage title=”Intolerance”]
Intolerance

Author’s Notes: Readers voted “A: Get completely out of his mind drunk”

Don’t own, no money

Thank you to the lovely Lizard for her ever amazing beta-ing

Noel climbed the stairs and headed straight for a table which groaned under the copious bottles of drink. Grabbing an empty glass he plunged it into a bowl of dirty pink punch and filled it halfway. Scanning the table, he spotted a bottle of vodka and filled the rest of his glass with it. Downing the cool and now slightly less pink liquid quickly, he refilled his glass and gulped it down again.

Two hours, and too many pale drinks later, Noel was out on the balcony, leaning against the rail, steadily making his way through a bottle of whiskey. His mind was too fuzzy to dredge up the memories he was so eager to forget, but still there was a very empty feeling in the pit of his stomach. He hoped to fill the aching void with further slugs of whiskey.

Feeling a hand on his back, he span around. A thin, dark haired girl smirked at him.

“Why don’t you stop being a loner and come dance with me?”

Noel’s large, bloodshot eyes darted from the bottle in his hand to the brunette in front of him.

“Oh come on!” she said, taking the bottle from his hand. She placed it on the balcony rail and grabbed his wrist, leading him back into the house, towards the pounding music. Noel wasn’t really in the mood to dance, but he was too sloshed to protest and was led willingly.

Very soon, Noel was in the centre of the room dancing suggestively with… Ella, or Bella, maybe it was Ava. He couldn’t really remember or care. With the girl grinding into his tiny hips he felt uncomfortable. He shouted something in her ear about getting another drink and traipsed across the room towards more alcohol.

Leaving the skinny brunette feeling abandoned and hard done by, he unashamedly shrugged off her attentions and poured himself a glass of champagne. Knowing he’d regret it in the morning, downed the contents glass and refilled it hastily.

A large, balding man stood near the table, eyeing Noel suspiciously. He gulped down the last of whatever he was drinking and strode purposefully towards Noel.

“You’re that guy, aren’t you? From The Mighty Bush?” he slurred.

Noel looked at the tall, intimidating man through blurry eyes.

“Yeah, I’m from The Mighty Boosh“ he said, emphasising the last word bitterly before taking another gulp of his champagne.

“I saw you dancing with that woman,” the man said nodding his head towards the centre of the room.

Noel frowned, “So?”

“So…” the man continued “You didn’t look like you were enjoying it.”

Noel shrugged, unsure of where the man was going with this.

“I heard that that’s not the kind of thing you like, if you know what I mean.”

The man had a twisted grin on his face that said two things. One: He was going to start a fight, and two: he was going to win.

“I don’t think I do,” Noel said stonily, placing his empty glass carefully on the table.

“What I mean is,” he pressed, his smile widening, “you don’t swing that way.”

Noel sized the man up. He was huge, taller than Julian and probably three times as wide.

“I’m not gay, if that’s what you’re getting at,” Noel said, raising his voice a little.

“‘S not what I heard,” he smirked, “I heard that you get a little too excited around that co-star of yours.”

“I don’t know what it is you heard exactly, but it’s not true,” Noel raised his voice further, close to shouting.

The raised voices had caught the attention of a few people standing nearby and they watched the two men cautiously.

“Nah, I got it from a reliable source, I did.” The colossus raised his voice too, sounding very pleased with himself.

“I doubt it!” Noel snarled.

The dancers slowled and stopped as they became aware of the imminent fight.

“I know you’re a bummer,” the man sneered at Noel, “You’re a stupid little faggot, in love with your co-star. You make me sick!”

Noel clenched his jaw and pulled his hand into a fist. He wanted so desperately to hurt this moronic mountain of a man. Suddenly he felt a strong hand curl around his arm. Tensing up, Noel snapped his head round to look the owner of the hand.

Julian restrained him, looking from Noel to the aggressor.

“Noel,“ Julian gently warned.

The podgy faced, balding man’s tiny, pinprick eyes twinkled with glee.

“Ooooooh, your boyfriend’s here to protect you, to make sure you don’t do anything… stupid,” he sniggered, venomously.

Noel took a step forward, narrowing his eyes, breaking free of Julian’s grasp. Barely able to control his anger, he shook.

“What did you say?”

Everyone in the room was now watching them, waiting for the confrontation to take a more physical, violent turn.

His smile fading, the man looked down his upturned nose at Noel and said quietly, “Why don’t you just go home, cuddle up to your…” he glanced at Julian, “ugly boyfriend there. You don’t want to get yourself into any trouble now, do you, pretty boy?”

Noel was not a violent man. He was the kind of person to just let things slide, to be the bigger man. He almost never acted on his anger, and never did he take it out on anything living. Sure, he’d been known to throw the odd temper tantrum and sometimes he’d chuck inanimate objects around, and sometimes they’d hit people, but he never meant it.

Dutch courage, he thought, or at least would have, if he’d been thinking clearly.

Noel spat in the man’s face; a large, wet glob of saliva landing just below his eye.

“YOU FUCKING PIG!” Noel screamed.

The now red-faced man grabbed at Noel’s neck, intent on breaking him in any way possible.

“You little…” he growled through gritted teeth.

As Julian’s fist connected with the attacker’s nose, there was a sickening crack. He released his grip on Noel and grasped at his own face, blood spurting from his broken nose. Julian grabbed Noel and pulled him away, knowing there wasn’t much time before the bloodied man recovered and sought revenge. Noel tried to break away, wanting to attack the man further but Julian held him back strongly.

Almost carrying Noel, Julian rushed down the stairs and out the front door into the cool night air. Only then did he let Noel go. Noel collapsed onto the floor. Julian helped Noel back up onto his feet. He studied the red marks on Noel’s neck, then his pale, blank face and shining, defiant eyes.

“Noel, you’re coming home with me,” Julian said firmly.

Should Noel:

A: Go home with Julian

B: Ask Julian to take him back to his own house

C: Refuse Julian’s offer and get a cab home.

[nextpage title=”Shock”]
Shock

Author’s Notes: Readers choose “A: Go home with Julian”

I realy wish I owned Noel and Julian and made money from them… but alas one can but dream

A big thank you to Silvaa for her great beta-ing

With Julian’s arm placed protectively around Noel’s shoulders to stop him from falling over again, he led Noel down the road towards where he had parked his car. Once there, he opened the passenger door and helped him in.

Julian got into the driver’s seat and glanced over at Noel who was leaning his head against the window. Julian fastened his seatbelt and put the key in the ignition.

A few minutes of silence ensued, punctuated only by the rumble of the car. Julian glanced at Noel periodically, concern playing across his face. Still leaning his head against the cool glass of the window, his hand resting on the door, Noel stared blankly. Pale light flashed sinisterly across his face with each streetlamp they passed.

“Noel?” Julian ventured.

Silence.

“Noel?” Julian tried again, “Are you ok?”

Still Noel said nothing.

“Noel?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Noel snapped.

Julian waited a few moments before continuing.

“How’s your neck?” he said softly, ignoring Noel’s bad mood.

A moment passed in which Noel took a deep breath.

“It’s… ok, a little tender. It would’ve been a lot worse if you hadn’t been there,” he conceded in a calmer voice, rubbing his neck gently.

“If I hadn’t taken him by surprise it would have been much, much worse, for the both of us,” Julian replied reproachfully.

Noel mumbled incoherently.

“Why on earth did you react to him? He could have easily crushed you… He could have easily crushed me!” Julian sounded more concerned than angry, and perhaps a little tired.

“I dunno,” Noel said, shrugging, “I didn’t like what he was saying.”

“But, Noel, honestly, does it really matter what some drunk twat said to you? Is it really that important?” Julian said, somewhat exasperated.

“Well you don’t know what he said,” Noel shot back defensively.

“I heard some of it,” Julian muttered.

There was a short silence as both men remembered the large, pig like man and his snide comments.

It was Noel who broke the silence.

“You’re not ugly, you know.”

“I… er… What?” Julian fumbled.

“The man, he said you were my ugly boyfriend… well you’re not,” Noel said awkwardly.

“Um, thanks,” he managed.

They continued along the broad, but dimly lit road in a strange silence.

“Julian?”

“Yeah?”

“I… I’m sorry.” Noel’s voice was small and anxious.

“Hey, it’s ok little man,” Julian said in a soft, warm tone.

Reaching across to squeeze Noel’s knee reassuringly, Julian looked at him just in time to see the car run a red light and crash into them.

There was a loud bang and a shudder, then a strange stillness, a complete absence of noise, like they’d been sucked into a black hole.

Noel?

Noel!

Oh god!

Noel, are you ok?

Oh Christ!

He just came out of nowhere!

Fuck!

Noel!?

Julian paced up and down, his footsteps echoing through the deserted corridor. The florescent light cast a harsh, sickly glow across the white walls and discoloured floor. Giving up on his futile attempt to get his mind off things he sat down on the cold, hard bench.

He stared at the pale green doors in front of him, the stainless steel handles and the large, red “emergency” sign above it.

Julian rested his heavy head in his hands. He felt numb and yet his mind was buzzing with bright flashes of green, white and red. Images of the crash danced across his vision.

Taking a deep breath, he let it out slowly, trying to purge himself of the horrible images that clung to every recess of his mind.

He heard footsteps and the doors in front of him open. Julian suddenly felt very sick. He looked up at the young, frizzy haired nurse.

“Your friend’s alright, luv,” she said in a friendly, calming voice, “ ‘ee ‘ad a bit of a bump on the ‘ead and needed a few stitches, but ‘ee should be right as rain in a couple o weeks. He may ‘ave a concussion, so I would keep an eye on ‘im, if I was you.”

A wave of relief washed over Julian.

“Can I… can I go see him?”

“Sure ya can, luv. Follow me,” she smiled.

The nurse, Margaret, Julian reminded himself, led him through the doors and past a few empty beds. She reached the end of the row and pulled back the curtains.

“You take ‘im ‘ome as soon as you’re ready, you boys ‘ave ‘ad a rough night” Margaret gestured towards the bed.

And there lay Noel, his eyes closed peacefully, a small gash above his left eye held together with a few stitches.

Julian walked over to the bed and sat uneasily on the edge.

“Noel?” he whispered tentatively.

Noel opened his eyes slowly and, catching sight of Julian’s stricken face, smiled.

“Hiya, Ju,” Noel said dozily.

“Oh, Noel!” Julian cried, his voice filled with emotion.

Scooping Noel up in his arms, Julian buried his face in Noel’s neck and squeezed him tightly as hot, wet tears trickled down his face.

“It’s ok, Ju. I’m fine, really,” Noel said, rubbing Julian’s back comfortingly.

“I tried to wake you up, but you just wouldn’t, and there was all this blood running down your face,” he sobbed desperately.

Noel made soothing shushing sounds in an attempt to calm Julian down.

“It’s ok,” he murmured, “Shhh, everything’s fine now.”

Noel rocked Julian gently back and forth, until his sobs subsided.

Julian disentangled himself, wiping his eyes roughly trying to regain his composure. Noel smiled at him.

“Let’s go home, yeah?”

With a click, Julian unlocked his door and walked in, followed by Noel. Julian began to relax now that he was back in familiar surroundings. Glancing around the undisturbed room, the black leather couch, the glass coffee table, the record and CD collections, the white kitchen counter and the dirty mug in the sink from the coffee he’d had before he left for the party, made the nights happenings seem unreal.

Julian was shaken from his musings as Noel pushed past him, heading straight for the bathroom, desperate to see the damage that had been done.

Noel watched the mirror image of himself touch his forehead with fascination. He softly traced his fingers over the tender skin around the stitches. Noel caught sight of Julian leaning against the doorframe.

“Ju, do you think there’ll be a scar?” Noel asked, his voice filled with concern.

Julian moved to stand a few inches behind Noel and examined Noel’s face with furrowed brows.

“I’m not really an expert, we’ll just have to wait and see. I doubt it though,” Julian reassured Noel.

Noel took a small step back and lent his tired body against Julian’s chest. Julian wrapped his arms around the smaller man’s fragile frame and squeezed him gently. Gazing into Julian’s soft eyes through the mirror, Noel smiled contentedly. Noel closed his eyes and tipped his head back to rest on Julian’s shoulder. Julian inclined his head towards Noel’s and watched the steady rise and fall of Noel’s chest between Julian’s arms in the mirror.

“You can sleep in my bed,” Julian yawned eventually.

Noel rubbed his eyes sleepily.

“Thanks Ju.”

Julian led Noel into his bedroom.

“My head is pounding,” Noel groaned, collapsing onto the bed.

Sitting at Noel’s feet, Julian pushed Noel’s tight, black drainpipes up and slowly unzipped the pink cowboy boots and slipped them off Noel’s slight feet.

“Where are you gonna sleep?” Noel asked, suddenly feeling apprehensive about being left alone.

“On the couch,” Julian answered, just as Noel had predicted.

Looking at Julian sitting on the edge of the bed, Noel’s heart gave a flutter that was both familiar and distant.

Julian stood up and looked down at Noel.

“G’night little man,” he said, affectionately ruffling Noel’s hair.

Should Noel:

A: Let Julian sleep on the couch

B: Ask Julian to stay

C: Pull Julian onto the bed with him

[nextpage title=”Dreaming”]
Dreaming

Author’s Notes: Don’t own, Won’t make money.

Thank you to Ailcia for beta-ing

As Noel watched Julian turn his back and walk towards the door his mouth became dry and his chest felt tight. When Julian reached the door Noel’s panic became unbearable.

“Julian?” Noel half-whimpered.

“Noel? What’s wrong?” Julian asked, turning and striding quickly back towards Noel.

Julian placed his hand on Noel’s shoulder and squeezed it comfortingly, sending shivers up Noel’s spine.

“Noel?” he asked again.

Noel looked up into Julian’s warm brown eyes, chewing his lip nervously.

“I… Ju… please don’t leave me,” Noel choked, his eyes brimming with tears.

Julian sat next to him and moved his hand to Noel’s face and gently wiped away the tears with his thumb.

“Hey, it’s ok pixie pants,” he murmured.

“It’s just… I really don’t want to be alone right now,” Noel sniffed.

“If you want me to, I’ll stay,” Julian said, giving Noel a small reassuring smile.

“Thanks Ju,” Noel whispered, looking down at his knees.

“Ok Noel, scoot up and make room for old Mr Barratt,” Julian said with a broad smile, taking off his shoes.

“Old Mr Barratt?” Noel scoffed, sliding across the bed.

“Yeah,” Julian nodded while climbing into bed. “I feel it in me bones; I’m as stiff as board. I am almost 40, you know”

“Oh, please. You’re only a few years older than me and I’m as fresh as a spring chicken,” Noel replied, happy to join in the idle chit-chat and forget his strange panic.

“Ah,” said Julian while snuggling down under the covers. “But that’s because you’re young in your brain.”

“Young in my brain?” Noel looked at him incredulously.

“Yes sir! Me, I’m an old man in my head. There’s a grumpy old man sitting right behind my eyes,” Julian’s voice was serious, but his raised eyebrow said otherwise.

“So, who do I have in my head then?” Noel asked sceptically, hugging his knees to his chest.

“You, my friend, have a hormone-enraged teenager sitting in your brain, I’m afraid,” Julian nodded sagely.

“A hormone-enraged teenager? Please! I’ve got a twenty one year old, if anything.”

“No, you’re a teenager, Noel. Did you know that you don’t develop reason until you’re twenty five?”

“Oh yeah? And where did you find that out?”

“I read it on the internet.”

“The internet? That’s a reliable source, that is.”

“It’s true!”

“So, you’re saying that I don’t have any reason in me?”

Finally Julian burst into laughter. With the sudden jubilation from his companion, Noel couldn’t help but giggle too.

Smiling, Noel copied Julian and slid down beneath the duvet and rested his head on the pillow.

“Goodnight Noel,” Julian said softly, clicking off the lamp on the bedside table.

The darkness pressed in on Noel, the sliver of light coming from beneath the curtains did nothing to stop it. All he was aware of was the softness of the sheets and Julian’s slow, deep breathing. For the first time that day, Noel was able to relax, feeling calm knowing that Julian was there. And then sleep took him.

Noel was standing in the middle of a long black corridor. He turned his head from side to side; the corridor seemed to carry on forever both ways he looked. He felt a tap on his shoulder and span round, but there was nothing there. Noel frowned and taking a step towards the right he heard someone behind him whisper something. Again he span around and saw no one.

“Hello?” he called out into the darkness.

Nothing.

Noel walked down the left side of the corridor, where the voice had come from. After a few minutes of walking through the never changing scenery he heard the whisper louder, but still couldn’t make out what was being said.

He quickened his pace, his boots making a loud clicking noise on the floor. The whisper came again.

“I can’t hear you!” he shouted.

The whispering continued and Noel started running towards it, desperate to find out what was being said.

Click, click, click. Click, click, click. Click, click, click.

Unable to run anymore, Noel’s legs felt tired and weighted. He bent over, breathing heavily and resting his hands on his knees.

Wiping his brow, Noel straightened up, ready to resume his chase of the now silent whispers.

Noel felt hot breath ghost across his ear.

“Over here,” came the close whisper.

Noel jumped and turned round. Relief washed over him, it was Julian.

“Jesus, you frightened me,” Noel sighed, holding a hand to his chest.

Julian remained silent, standing still with his eyes closed.

“Julian?” Noel asked taking a step closer to him.

“I know what you are, Noel,” Julian said in a strange deep voice.

“What?”

“I know what you are,” Julian raised his voice.

“What are you on about?” Noel was beginning to feel nervous, but again he took another step towards Julian and was now closer an arms length away from him.

“Julian?”

Julian’s eyes snapped open and instead of their usual tender brown, they were completely black, shiny and staring.

“Julian, what’s wrong with your eyes?” Noel gasped.

“I can see it in you.”

“W-what?” Noel stammered.

Julian leaned towards Noel, sneering.

“Faggot!” he spat at Noel.

Noel took a step back, horrified that Julian would say such a thing. Looking at Julian’s black eyes he realised something.

“You can’t be Julian,” Noel murmured disbelievingly.

Before Noel had finished his sentence Julian’s face had began to change. It bulged and mutated strangely, pink lumps popping up all over his face. His mouth and nose became elongated and with a terrifying high-pitched squeal Julian’s head finished its transformation into a pig.

He squealed again and Noel turned to run down the corridor, adrenaline pumping through his veins like liquid fire.

He had barely gotten a few feet away when the pig-Julian hybrid tackled him to the ground, snorting and squealing viciously.

Noel’s head hit the floor with a deafening crack and a sharp pain erupted from his forehead, turning his vision white.

Noel awoke with a start, panting heavily. His skin was clammy and his head ached.

The light was on and Julian was sitting up, staring at him anxiously.

“Noel, are you alright? You were shouting and thrashing around!”

Should Noel:

A: Tell Julian about the dream

B: Tell Julian he’s fine and not to worry

C: Say nothing

[nextpage title=”Relief”]
Relief

Author’s Notes: This is the end. Thank you to Silvaa for betaing. I won’t make any money

Noel sat up and looked at Julian, the image of him with a pig’s head still fresh in his mind. He began to explain the dream to Julian and with each word he felt calmer and calmer.

“… and then you tackled me to the ground and I woke up,” Noel finished, rubbing his forehead absentmindedly and wincing.

“I turned into a pig?” Julian asked, his eyebrows raised slightly and a smile creeping onto the edges of his mouth.

“Well, only your head…”

“A pig?” Julian repeated, barely able to keep the amusement from his voice.

“Yeah, it was really scary!”

Julian face broke into a wide grin and the laughter erupted from somewhere deep inside his stomach.

Frowning and crossing his arms, Noel turned petulantly away from him, determined to maintain what was left of his dignity.

“Aw, come on Noel,” Julian giggled, “You have to admit it’s funny.”

Noel resolutely stared at the wall, his arms still crossed tightly in front of him. Julian slid across the bed towards Noel and placed an arm around his small, tense frame.

“Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make fun of your dream,” Julian had finally stopped laughing.

Noel looked round at Julian planning to reprimand him but the words didn’t come. As his eyes searched Julian’s face he saw the genuine softness and care in Julian’s eyes, the worried tilt of his eyebrows, his cheeks still rosy from laughing and his lips slightly parted as if to say ‘come here’…

Julian waited in silence, watching as Noel’s eyes flicked over his face as if searching for something, making him feel a little uncomfortable. Julian felt Noel’s shoulders relax beneath his arm and Noel’s crossed arms fell into his lap. Julian gulped.

Everything was in slow motion, Noel leaned forward, his eyes still locked on Julian’s lips. After what seemed like an eternity, Noel’s lips finally crashed into Julian’s.

It was a soft, awkward kiss and it reminded Noel of the first kiss he’d ever had. Their lips moved clumsily and tentatively together, sometimes missing each other completely. Noel was acutely aware of Julian’s moustache tickling his lips as they brushed past and savoured the contrast between the rough hair and the soft skin of his lips. Noel wanted to break past the unyielding gates that were Julian’s lips and delve into the wet cave of his mouth. But as Noel felt Julian’s tongue on his he pulled away.

Noel stared at Julian; his eyes wide with terror, Julian merely looked confused.

“Julian, I’m sorry…” Noel stammered, “I don’t know what came over me.”

“Why do you always fight it?” Julian’s voice was a low whisper.

“I… I don’t know what you mean”

Roaring with frustration, Julian stood up, knocking Noel away, too angry to sit on the bed.

Noel pulled his knees to his chest and waited for Julian to explain, he was too shocked at his reaction to ask again.

“I’m so sick of this,” Julian said, irritably grabbing fists full of his hair.

“Ju, I’m sorry,” Noel pleaded.

“Why, Noel, why are you sorry?”

“I’m sorry for…”

But Noel couldn’t finish his sentence. What he intended to say was “I’m sorry for kissing you,” but he could still feel Julian’s lips on his and he realised that he wasn’t sorry at all.

“What? Sorry for what?” Julian insisted.

“I’m not sorry, Julian,” Noel murmured at his knees.

Julian floundered, all his rage turned suddenly into confusion. All he managed was a guttural, “Wha?”

Noel got off the bed and walked towards Julian. Pushing him against the wall, Noel smirked.

“I’m not sorry,” he said again, his voice low and strong.

Noel caught Julian’s mouth in a fervent kiss, mouthing and biting at his lips. He tugged impatiently at Julian’s shirt until he lifted his arms and Noel could rip the shirt over the taller man’s head. Casting an admiring glance at Julian’s broad torso he resumed his passionate kisses on Julian’s neck.

Julian gave a small shiver as Noel’s lips made contact with his skin, electricity playing across the surface of his body. Leaning against the cold wall, Julian tilted his head back, giving in to the rapture Noel was causing.

Noel had slowly made his way down Julian’s chest and stomach and, kneeling before him, kissed the downy hair below his navel. Noel fumbled with the button and zip on Julian’s jeans, his work made difficult by the tautness caused by Julian’s erection.

He pulled Julian’s trousers down, exposing his dark blue boxers. Slipping his fingers under the waist band, Noel slowly pulled the boxers down round Julian’s calves. He gazed hungrily at the newly freed member.

Noel placed a hand on either side of Julian’s hips and glanced up. Julian’s eyes were closed and his head was still tilted back. Noel watched Julian’s chest rise and fall rapidly, in time with his ragged breath.

Still watching Julian, Noel ran his tongue along the length of his cock and smiled as Julian opened his mouth slightly, letting out a small, choked “oh.” Noel flicked his tongue over the tip and Julian shuddered.

It excited Noel that he had so much control over Julian. He felt like a small boy with a new remote control toy. He was eager to press all the buttons, to explore all the possibilities.

Noel took Julian in his mouth, sliding his moistened lips down the throbbing shaft. He pulled away slowly, gently grazing the underside of Julian’s cock with his teeth. Noel felt Julian’s knees buckle slightly as he let out a sharp gasp. Noel roughly pushed Julian’s hip against the wall to steady him.

Taking Julian in his mouth once more, Noel swirled his tongue around slowly, torturously. He listened to Julian’s sharp intakes of breath and felt his heart jump with each moan that escaped Julian’s lips.

Withdrawing slowly from Julian’s cock, Noel stood, pushing himself against Julian, his clothes rubbing against him. Julian’s eyes flicked open and he stared at Noel lustfully.

“Bed,” Noel smiled at him, turning around and pulling off his shirt.

Julian’s stepped up to Noel, his hands snaking around his waist, awkwardly undoing his jeans. He urgently pulled them down, soon followed by Noel’s tiny black pants.

Julian clumsily stepped out of the pile of clothes around his ankles and pulled Noel, who had just done the same, towards him. Julian kissed Noel violently, years of pent up lust bursting forth.

Noel and Julian fell to the bed, their lips and bodies barely parting. Julian sucked at Noel’s neck, leaving soft red marks. He moved down past Noel’s collar bone to his chest. Flicking his tongue over his nipple, Noel shivered. Julian ravished Noel’s chest, the faintest of bite marks disappearing as soon as they’d come.

Julian moved up to Noel’s neck again while blindly groping the bedside table. He pulled open the drawer, and scratched around, soon producing a tub of Vaseline. Kneeling, Julian slicked his cock with the oily substance.

Julian positioned himself at Noel’s hips and slowly slid into him, seeing the pain and pleasure evident on Noel’s face, savouring the feeling and the knowledge that Noel was finally his, before rocking gently, his slow rhythm almost trance like.

Noel grabbed hold of his own cock and pumped into his hand in time with Julian’s leisurely thrusts. Noel moaned uninhibitedly, thoroughly enjoying the waves of ecstasy running through his body.

Julian was aware that Noel was dangerously close to orgasm; his breath was now coming in short gasps and his moaning more pronounced. Julian changed his pace, thrusting faster and harder.

With a shudder, Noel spilled onto his hand but Julian wasn’t quite there yet. He maintained his hard thrusting motion and Noel’s body continued to shudder beneath him. Unable to hold on any longer, Julian ejaculated with one final thrust.

Julian crawled up the bed to lie next to Noel who was wiping his hand on one of the abandoned pieces of clothing that lay on the floor. He snuggled up to him and lazily traced his fingers over his soft stomach, carefully avoiding the large, purple bruise the basin had given him just a few hours previously. Noel shivered, his skin sensitive in the post orgasm glow.

Julian awoke to an empty bed and felt his heart sink. He glanced at the floor, Noel’s clothes were gone. Julian lay back, rubbing his eyes, his mind racing. He told himself that Noel was just scared, that he’d come around eventually. He tried to believe that once Noel had gotten over being so afraid of being ‘gay’ that he’d realise he loved Julian just as much as Julian loved him.

But despite his best efforts, Julian felt his heart breaking.

Suddenly a loud crash came from outside the room followed by an equally loud,

“Shit!”

Julian sat up, frowning.

“Hello?” he called.

A few seconds went by and then Noel walked in. Julian stared at him, his mouth open. Noel was wearing one of Julian’s muted, button up shirts. It came barely halfway up his milky thighs.

“Sorry Ju, I broke your cup,” Noel was chewing his lip nervously.

Julian gaped at Noel for a little longer.

“Noel, why are you wearing my shirt?” he said eventually.

“Oh! That’s ‘cause I got spunk all over mine,” Noel grinned sheepishly, “So I put my clothes in the wash and found this in your cupboard.”

Julian gave a small laugh and smiled to himself.

Noel’s still here.

“I was going to bring you breakfast in bed, but I couldn’t find the eggs. So I decided to just make you tea, but I dropped the cup,” Noel explained, walking over to the bed.

Julian patted the space next to him and Noel sat down. Julian pulled him into a hug, nestling his face in Noel’s messy hair. Taking a deep breath in, Julian couldn’t help but smile. He smelt distinctly Noel.

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