Green Hours
Category: Real Person Fic
Characters: Julian Barratt, Noel Fielding, Russell Brand
Pairing: Noel Fielding/Julian Barratt
Genre: Drama, PWP (porn without plot)
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Smut (graphic sex scenes)
Status: Complete
Length: 5-10k words
Chapter 2
Contents
Chapter 2. Blue Roads
After a handful of sessions they’d moved things to Russell’s place. That, more than anything, impresses upon Julian that this is not going to stop any time soon. It becomes a regular, albeit strange part of Julian’s life, something that has to be planned, coordinated to fit everyone’s schedules. Russell jokes that they’re going to have to start going through his PA because it’s far too complicated for him to figure out on his own.
Ever diligent, Russell observes with a critical eye and makes silent, decisive decisions about what Julian is ready for as Julian and Noel gradually become more and more acquainted with each other’s bodies. Despite Russell’s breathless promise, they have yet to move on to penetration, though the inevitability of it looms large. Things progress and Julian starts compiling a catalogue of things Noel likes, detached notes he keeps in the back of his mind to no specific purpose or end. Julian and Noel never speak of it when they aren’t with Russell, a silent agreement between them.
Russell gives them little freedoms now. He’ll get up to make phone calls, to feed his cat, leaving them to their own devices for snatches of time. It makes Julian feel even more exposed and embarrassed than usual to have Russell going in and out, going about his daily business when he’s on Russell’s floor with his mouth or his hand on Noel’s cock.
They convene one afternoon when Julian and Noel are supposed to be writing. Noel answers Russell’s door when Julian rings the buzzer. He greets Julian with a peck on the lips as has become habitual for him. Julian is always last to arrive and it makes him uneasy to think of Russell and Noel conspiring together, partners in the slow procession of Julian’s downfall.
Julian catches a glimpse of Russell in the kitchen, but Noel takes his hand and leads him to the living room where a dark blue blanket is laid out on the floor for them. Noel drops to sit cross-legged, still clutching Julian’s hand to pull him down as well.
“Hey,” Noel says, mouth curving into a happy grin. His fingers press gently against Julian’s jaw as his other hand begins unbuttoning Julian’s shirt. When he’s finished, he uses both to push Julian’s jacket and shirt off his shoulders.
“Hi,” Julian breathes, slightly stunned by Noel’s eagerness. What he really wants is to talk. It’s been a little while since he’s seen Noel and it would be nice just to chat and laugh and catch up, but Noel is kissing his neck and sliding closer to better remove Julian’s clothes.
“Should we?” Julian starts to say when Noel has successfully bared his upper body. A light touch ghosts over his ribs and Noel looks at him with an indecipherable expression.
“Yes,” Noel says with certainty, pushing Julian onto his back. Julian goes unresistingly. He enjoys the feel of Noel’s weight on top of him as Noel scrambles up to kiss him. Noel kisses like a teenager, sloppy and clumsy and with endearing enthusiasm. Julian doesn’t do much more than lie there with his hands on Noel’s arse, his mouth open while Noel has a go at him.
Flushed and grinning, Noel sits up and scrubs his hand over his lips. Shuffling back over Julian’s legs, he reaches to undo Julian’s trousers and work them down enough to free Julian’s cock. He’s already getting hard, practically a Pavlovian response at this point. It doesn’t take much stroking to get him fully aroused, and then Noel ducks down and takes the head of Julian’s cock into his mouth, continuing to work the shaft with his fist.
A strangled groan escapes Julian and Noel glances up at him with twinkling eyes, so childishly proud that he’s gotten good at this. He edges his lips farther down and plays his tongue along the underside and Julian gasps, hips hitching up towards that warmth.
Just then, Russell walks into the living room, chatting animatedly on his mobile. He sits on the sofa and puts his feet on the coffee table. “What must you think of me, Matthew?” He mock-sighs into the phone. Julian stares at him, dumbfounded and a bit affronted. Russell catches his eye and winks. “I didn’t!” he laughs, “I didn’t fuck her. We discovered a beautiful spiritual connection that has not yet led to sex.”
“Turn around,” Julian hisses at Noel as Russell’s chatter continues, shaking his shoulder insistently to get his attention. Noel pulls off of Julian’s cock and swallows thickly. The look in his eyes is glazed and uncomprehending. “Turn around,” Julian says again, trying to indicate with his hands what he wants.
“Oh,” Noel says, “Oh.” He smiles in surprised pleasure and lumbers into position. When it’s in reach, Julian grabs his thigh and tries to hasten the process. Russell watches with an amused expression, his end of the conversation petering out. Once he’s on all fours above him, Noel goes back to sucking Julian’s cock with abandon.
A bit more inhibited, Julian takes Noel into his mouth slowly. He means to distract himself, whether from Russell’s presence or his inattentiveness he isn’t sure. He’s not as practiced as Noel, still finds it all a bit overwhelming—how hard he should suck, being careful not to scrape sensitive flesh with his teeth, figuring out what to do with his tongue when it suddenly seems like there’s not enough space in his mouth.
Every time Noel moans in appreciation, the echoing vibrations make Julian do the same. Julian marvels at the cyclical pattern they develop—Noel surging forward as Julian lets his head fall back to inhale sharply and then Noel licking Julian’s cock while Julian tries to emulate his superior technique.
“Yeah, I’m still here,” Russell says absent-mindedly, his voice a little uneven. “No, I’m not wanking, Matt, Jesus.” He gets to his feet and goes back to the kitchen to finish his call as Noel’s muffled noises rise in volume, though Julian can tell it’s unwillingly by the long pause between each click of his heels against the floor.
Julian doesn’t usually swallow, but in this position Noel’s cum is just going to get all over him and he doesn’t really relish that idea. He tells himself that he can do it if Noel can and attempts to relax his throat and let Noel’s cock slip deeper. It still seems strange to him that he can tell exactly when Noel is about to come, some indefinable energy that pulses between them.
Resolutely clinging to Noel’s hips, Julian shudders, but doesn’t recoil when the first spurt of semen hits his tongue. He’s not thrilled at the taste, but it’s not too awful getting it down. Noel rolls onto his side when Julian lets him go, making soft, breathy noises. His hand is around Julian’s erection to finish him off, and Julian pushes up into his fist, slick with sweat, and comes.
Noel crawls up to face him and, grinning, presses quick, damp kisses to Julian’s mouth. There’s an unfamiliar expression on Noel’s face, something Julian has only begun to notice recently. It makes his stomach churn uneasily. Noel seems to come back to himself suddenly, and he pulls away to sit cross-legged next to Julian’s shoulder, looking contrite.
Julian glances over to see that Russell is in the room again, standing behind the sofa and leaning forward with his hands braced on the back of it. He straightens when he meets Julian’s eyes. “Now then,” Russell says, doing a full body stretch, his arms reaching towards the ceiling. “For the next bit.”
Noel grins at him, a sidelong, sly look. “Think you can get it up again, old man?”
Julian chuckles, too dazed to come up with a response. He almost feels comfortable for a moment, relaxed, but then Russell jumps over the back of the sofa to settle on the cushions, giving Noel a nod. At the gesture, Noel grasps Julian’s arm and urges him up into a sitting position, avoiding eye contact. His nose bumps against Julian’s cheek in an indecisive gesture and then Noel gets on his hands and knees facing away from Julian.
He looks to Russell, his mouth slightly agape. “I told you that you were going to fuck him,” Russell says with a lascivious eyebrow raise. “And you’re going to be his first,” Russell continues nonchalantly, stretching out on his back, arm dangling off of the sofa, his fingers tracing idle, festooning patterns on the carpet. “Best try to make it good. He saved it for you.”
“Shut up,” Noel snaps, sounding almost feral. His hands clench around the blanket and Julian can see his shoulders tense in mortification. Julian turns his eyes to Noel’s backside. It’s not an unappealing thought, but it’s never been more than a vague idea in Julian’s head, nothing fleshed out, nothing as solid and real as Noel spread before him like this.
A smug little smile twists Russell’s features. “He uses toys, you know,” Russell says, “Imagines they’re real cocks—your cock, in fact.”
“Stop,” Noel says, his voice raised and his face flushed a bright red. Embarrassed, Julian rubs Noel’s back comfortingly, but Noel stiffens and cringes away.
Russell studies Noel for a moment. “Relax,” he finally says coolly. Noel grits his teeth, but he seems to calm, turning his face towards the floor. Russell reaches down by the side of the couch and then extends his arm to hold out a large plastic container of lubricant.
Taking it, Julian turns it over his in his hands. “What, you have economy sized?” He says with an incredulous laugh.
“Yeah,” Russell says with a bright smile. “It’s the most practical way to buy.”
Touching the back of Noel’s thigh, Julian tries to convince himself that this is really going to happen. Noel swivels his neck to look at him with a reassuring smile.
“You ever done this before?” Russell asks, shifting onto his side to better observe them, propping his head up on his hand.
Julian’s fingers skate up the curve of Noel’s buttock. He gives himself up by not answering and Russell chuckles knowingly. He doesn’t have to see Noel’s face to know that his brow is furrowed and that there will be questions later about things that Julian has never intended to share with Noel.
“Just use plenty of that,” Russell says, “And go slow.”
Self-conscious, Julian squeezes some lube onto his fingers. He doesn’t want to watch, but he can’t tear his gaze away from his finger slowly disappearing into Noel. As if sensing his unease, Noel doesn’t do more than inhale deeply, like Julian might spook at any moment. Experimentally, he thrusts his finger in and out and Noel, still staying reserved, sighs.
“Can you feel how good it’s going to be?” Russell says softly. “Add another one,” he instructs without waiting for a response.
It’s nothing Julian hasn’t felt before—that muscle stretching for him, all hot and tight around his fingers, but it’s overwhelmingly new because it’s Noel he’s touching like this, made even more bizarre by the fact that he can tell that Noel is enjoying it. At Russell’s order, he takes his time, so long that the act becomes mechanical.
Trying to block out everything but his current task, he doesn’t hear Russell getting up and kneeling behind him. When he feels Russell’s breath against his neck he jerks in surprise and Noel makes a sharp noise, startled at the jolt it gives him.
Russell curls a hand around Julian’s cock and starts stroking him gently. Dumbfounded, Julian can’t help his hips stuttering forward into Russell’s grasp. “You ought to be enjoying yourself,” Russell says quietly. Julian almost shakes his head, but instead he just bites his lip and closes his eyes, feeling the occasional brush of cloth against his skin as Russell’s arm moves.
Once Julian is hard, Russell kisses the back of his neck and retreats to the sofa. Jarred by the unprecedented occurrence of Russell touching him, Julian finds it near impossible to regain his focus. He feels heat rising in his cheeks, suddenly certain that he’s doing a clumsy job and that he looks ridiculous. He thinks of putting a stop to this before it goes any farther, of collecting his clothes and pride and walking out, but then Noel arches his back like a cat and moans and Julian’s resolve crumbles.
“Are you ready?” Russell says, and Julian starts to flinch before he realizes the question is directed at Noel.
“Yeah,” Noel says, his voice low and dreamy and stripped raw and unlike anything Julian has ever heard from him. “Fuck yes.”
“I assume you know what you’re doing, Julian?” Russell says archly. A vague sort of anger prickles under Julian’s skin. There’s nothing false about Russell’s insinuation, though it’s been a long time since Julian’s college experimentation.
One hand resting on Noel’s lower back to keep himself grounded, Julian slathers a good amount of lube onto his cock, lingering there to stall for time. Noel twitches restlessly and then turns around to stare at him. “It’s okay,” he says bluntly, “Really, Ju.”
He is, as ever, calmed by Noel’s confidence, and he lets Noel be his strength and his spine as he places his hands on Noel’s hips and moves into position. He can sense that both Noel and Russell are holding their breath and he doesn’t like the pressure of the moment being put on him like this. It’s that horrible mounting anticipation, really, that’s the impetus for him to work his cock inside of Noel with careful, insistent pressure.
Noel gasps and jerks forward and Julian instinctively tightens his grip to keep Noel steady as he continues his slow penetration. He has to stop when he’s a little more than half way in and just breathe, trying to keep himself from coming apart at the seams.
“How is it, Barratt?” Russell asks with a slight smile.
“Good,” Julian chokes out, flushed and breathless. He runs his hand up Noel’s spine and grasps his shoulder. He’s thought about this, of course, ever since Russell had put the prospect in his head, but the reality of it is far more devastating than he could’ve imagined.
He’d assumed that Russell was lying to wind Noel up, but Noel is so tight around his cock, mewling with each shift of Julian’s hips, that Julian feels alarmingly light-headed thinking Noel really might not have done this before. He feels bad, suddenly, that they’re not in a more intimate position, but strangely relieved at the same time.
Starting to thrust shallowly, Julian feels oddly touched when Noel tries his best to push back against him. They fall in sync with each other, a bit jerky and graceless, but complementary all the same.
“Give him some feedback, Fielding,” Russell says after awhile. Julian spares him a glance. He’s watching them closely like he’s not sure quite what to make of them and Julian wants to ask him what he’s getting out of this, but the entire situation is already too much without Julian having to think of Russell as anything but a guard dog.
“Ju,” Noel rasps. He doesn’t need to say anything else. Russell, thankfully, accepts that, and doesn’t press him. Even without commentary, it’s enough that Russell is there, otherwise Julian would fear losing himself completely.
He feels like they spend an eternity like this—just the slide of skin and harsh pants shuddering in the room. Julian feels a trickle of sweat trail down his back. He keeps thrusting until Noel is begging for more, begging to come, writhing for him shamelessly, and Julian is afraid, terrified that he can’t give him what he needs.
“You could give him a hand,” Russell says gently, breaking through the fog.
Julian bites his lip and reaches around Noel’s hip to grasp his cock. The reaction is instant. Noel chokes out a sob, forehead pressed to the floor as the rest of his body pushes up. A spasm wracks his limbs, everything tense and tight and then Julian feels Noel’s cock throb and a rush of semen spilling over his fingers.
It’s a tough act to follow, and his own orgasm feels a bit like an afterthought, taking hold of him suddenly and over too quickly. It still takes a long while for him to recover, though, his pulse wildly out of control and his fingers unwilling to release their purchase in Noel’s skin.
Noel whimpers when Julian’s cock slips out of him, and collapses gracelessly onto the blanket. Instinctively, Julian follows him down and curls around Noel, his chest flush to Noel’s back, their knees slotted together neatly. The moment stretches on and on and Julian would think Noel had fallen asleep except for Noel lazily stroking his forearm where it is draped around his middle. Russell politely excuses himself, only reappearing when they have separated and started pulling on their clothes.
They usually take separate cars when they leave, weighed down with the aftershocks of what they’ve done as they head to their separate destinations. They’re due at the office, though, some meeting about the possible film. Russell calls them a cab and then gives them each a glass of fresh-squeezed orange juice while they wait. He chatters enough to keep things from being too awkward.
When they hear the car pull up, Russell escorts them to the door, so like a clucking mother hen, matronly and protective, that Julian and Noel exchange furtive grins. He kisses them both goodbye and tells them not to wait too long before they ring him up again.
“I expect he’ll start packing us lunches soon,” Julian says as they slide into the backseat.
“In paper bags with notes written on them,” Noel laughs. “Have a good day at school; don’t let the other kids tease you; remember Russell loves you,” he says in a high voice. Julian can’t tell whether he’s trying to sound like a middle-aged woman or Russell’s camp voice.
They fall quiet after that. Julian feels his fears dissolving. It’s not as bad, not as nerve-racking as he expected, at least until Noel edges his hand over to stroke Julian’s fingers with his pinkie.
“You know,” Noel says carefully. “We don’t have to do it with Russell.” Julian feels his stomach drop. Without Russell it would be an affair instead of just a game, a pantomime of desire. Julian needs the parameters that Russell sets for them.
“Forget it,” Noel says darkly when Julian stays silent too long. He wraps his cape about himself tighter and turns his head away to stare out the window.
Julian wants to reassure Noel, wants to promise him everything, but the words stay stopped up inside him. He squeezes his eyes shut and fears he’s ruined everything, feeling bile rise in his throat.
When he opens them again, Noel is sliding over to sit with their shoulders and thighs pressed together. “What kind of budget are we asking for?” He says offhandedly. Julian gawps inelegantly for a moment, but then the rush of relief he feels revives him enough to talk shop with Noel for the rest of the ride. While he speaks, he puts his hand on Noel’s knee and squeezes and knows that it will be enough.
