Choose-your-own-adventure 1

The boys are filming the third series and something unexpected happens to Noel. Noel isn’t happy and he ends up at a party.

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Relief

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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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