Last Night…
Category: Real Person Fic
Characters: Julian Barratt, Noel Fielding
Pairing: Noel Fielding/Julian Barratt
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Smut (graphic sex scenes)
Status: Complete
Length: 5-10k words
Notes: None of this really happened, it is just a story. No offence intended and no profit to be made.
Last Night… by Shirty
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Chapter 1
Noel was restless. Nothing could hold his attention, not the TV, or music or anything. All he could think about was last night and Julian. Oh God Julian. He could still taste him, he could still smell him when he laid his head against the sofa. It was even in his hair, the scent of Julian.
For the thousandth time Noel picked his phone up off the coffee table. No messages and no missed calls. He chucked it down it in despair and sat back roughly on the sofa, pulling a cushion up under his chin. Fuck, he thought, fuck, fuck, fuck.
Vivid scenes of last night had replayed in his mind all day and he couldn’t help but smile and sigh… But then those feelings were replaced by sickening anxiety. What the fuck was going to happen now?
Last night had started out just like any other of the countless nights they had shared together over the years they had known each other. They were at Noel’s, just the two of them, allegedly writing but actually pissing about and drinking wine.
Julian was sprawled on the sofa, with a notebook and pen, trying to keep up the pretence that they were doing work. He had a bleary grin on his face and his arm was slung lazily over the back of the seat. Noel was sat languidly next to him, feet tucked underneath him, most of his body leaning against Julian. He was happy and comfortable and content in doing the thing he enjoyed most: having a laugh with his favourite person.
He was telling him about what a tit he’d been at a party he’d gone to where he’d gotten too wrecked and hadn’t really known anyone very well. He had ended up starting an argument with some guy over something he couldn’t remember. He was wildly exaggerating bits to make Julian laugh and was watching his friend’s reaction with satisfaction.
Julian looked so beautiful when he laughed and tonight Noel couldn’t take his eyes of him. He was wearing a slightly crumpled white shirt that contrasted well with his skin, currently slightly bronzed from the recent sun. His hair was getting long again and kept falling over his eyes, meaning he regularly had to push it off his face, like he was doing now. Noel’s eyes followed Julian’s hand as it ran through his hair, and then they travelled down over his face down to his stubbly jaw line, down the smooth skin of his neck to the small tuft of chest hair poking out of Julian’s undone top button. Noel breathed deeply. Fuck, Julian was fucking sexy… Noel suddenly realising what he’d been thinking and shifted his gaze to a picture on the opposite wall.
“So that is what made me decided to give up all the drink and drugs,” he said finishing his story in an attempt to focus his thoughts.
“And that lasted how long exactly?” Julian asked, drawing a doodle on his page.
“Well, pretty much less than twenty-four hours if I’m honest, ‘cause it was Dave’s birthday the next night.”
Julian laughed and tipped his head back to drain the last of his wine. Noel watched the movement of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed. Julian slowly licked the wine from his lips and something inside of Noel stirred. God those lips… Noel had the strongest urge to…
Get a grip, he thought, busying himself with his own glass of wine, trying to push away images of pulling Julian into a rough embrace, of sliding his tongue into his mouth…
He swallowed and then looked up to find Julian looking at him expectantly.
“Well?” He asked
“What? Shit, sorry. I drifted off.”
Julian tutted and gave Noel a playful dig in the ribs with his elbow. The contact caused a spark of something to surge through Noel. What the hell was with him tonight?
“I said, should I open another bottle? Although it seems to me you’ve had enough, you old lush.”
Noel looked at his still half full glass and tried to gauge just how drunk he was. He probably shouldn’t drink anymore; he should probably stay sober and keep any erroneous thoughts safely tucked away at the back of his mind. Oh sod it he thought.
“Yeah, open another bottle. Bring it on. And less of the old, remember I’m younger than you Barratt.”
“How could I forget.” Julian said as he pushed himself up off the sofa and walked out into the kitchen.
Noel felt the absence of him by his side. He tried to reign in the feelings that had been plaguing him more and more recently. If he was honest with himself, which he rarely was, he had always sort of fancied Julian. From the first time he saw him really. He had always looked up to him; Julian was funny, the funniest person Noel had ever met, and he made Noel funnier when he was with him. He liked who he was when they were together. Julian was older, smarter, and good looking. Noel had always cared what he thought and his was the opinion he valued the most.
There had always been these other feelings there too, different to how he felt for his other mates. It was unique, but he had never really thought it was sexual. For years he had ignored the’other’ feelings that he had for him. But lately he had been questioning them more and more. Did Julian feel them too? The other day he had been on the internet at a mate’s house. Bored, (and in need of a bit of an ego boost), he was looking at stuff people had written about the Boosh. There was a lot of this slash stuff about him and Julian and the homosexual vibes they gave off. It had got Noel thinking. What was all the kissing about? No other comedy duo did kissing. It must have something to do with exploring some undercurrent feelings. And the way they fitted together so naturally, Julian’s hands holding Noel around the waist, Noel slightly between Julian’s legs…
He had avoided reading any of the actual slash stuff. It would not have done to get horny at a friends house. It was probably a good job he didn’t have a computer himself…
He thought back to when he had first discovered that stuff on the internet, those filthy stories. His tummy did a summersault as he remembered saying it had turned him on, giving Julian a cheeky grin. Julian had smiled and given him an unreadable look. Noel had looked away, pushing away anything close to an acknowledgement of the sexual tension between them.
Julian had acknowledged it though, one time in an interview. What was it he had said?
“I suppose there is a level of homosexual tension between us. We’ve never explored it in life, but it’s always there like the elephant in the room – we never mention it”
And it was never, ever mentioned, not the tension nor the remark. What was it exactly that they were trying to ignore? That they fancied each other a bit? That they wanted to fuck each other? Whatever it was, Noel wasn’t sure if he could ignore it anymore. Lately thoughts of Julian had been creeping in more and more and sometimes, like now, when he’d had a few, Noel had to stop himself from reaching out and touching Julian, hold himself back from grabbing Julian’s face in his hands and kissing him…
“Penny for them, Monsieur Fielding?” He was interrupted from his reverie by Julian plonking himself back on the sofa, wiggling against Noel to get comfy.
Shit, Noel thought, his mind grasping for anything, anything at all that he could say he’d been thinking about.
“Oh, I umm was just thinking about plots and stuff,” he stammered taking his glass from Julian.
“Yeah?”
There was silence as Noel gulped a mouthful of wine. Now what was he going to say?
“And?” Julian asked looking puzzled. “Are you going to keep them to yourself?”
“No, well…right. I was thinking about Old Gregg actually,” Noel said saying the first thing that popped into his head. “Maybe we could do a new Old Gregg stylee character…cause he’s always remained pretty popular”
“Yeah,” Julian agreed. “What is that about?”
“I don’t know.” Noel took a gulp of wine for courage before saying, “The fans seem to like the idea of some man-love between us…some man on man action.”
He gave Julian a sidelong glance, that caused him to look away and shift slightly in his seat. Well, Noel thought. Here was some of that unmentionable tension again. He kept his eyes on Julian who was quiet and still beside him.
Thoughts were rushing through Julian’s head. Why was Noel bringing this up again? He seemed to be mentioning this sort of stuff all the time lately especially when they were drunk. And it made Julian uncomfortable. He thought Noel good looking the rest of the time, but when he was drunk, (or maybe it was when Julian himself was drunk), Noel suddenly seemed…well more so. Like everything became exaggerated, his movements became slower and sexier, the way he moved his little body in his tight clothes. That was hard enough to handle without Noel talking about ‘man-love’ between them. Julian swallowed hard, and tried to push inappropriate images out of his head.
Noel took another mouthful of wine and pressed on.
“Like in Party…the kiss…that went down well. So I was thinking of another similar scenario…Howard and Vince.” This time Julian looked up and right into Noel’s eyes and it suddenly went all quiet and still. Noel’s heart was beating so fast in his chest he thought Julian must be able to hear it.
“Well, what did you have in mind?” Julian asked softly, his eyes flicking to Noel’s mouth briefly. He was aware of the sudden shift in atmosphere. What was going on? Was Noel hinting at…?
Well, what was Noel hinting at? And why was he suddenly being all coy and un-Noel like? He looked into his eyes and tried to read what he was thinking, but Noel looked away and into his glass.
Noel was suddenly aware of how close they were sitting. He could feel Ju’s hip against his hip, thigh against thigh, Julian’s eyes on his face, making him feel naked and vulnerable.
“Well,” he said trying to keep his voice even. “How ‘bout a girlfriend for Howard…but you know how I love to play dress up, and muck about with gender roles, well maybe I could play her…so it’s actually you and me, I mean Howard and Vince…” Fuck. That hadn’t sounded quite so weird in his head.
“Oh fuck, I dunno what I’m saying…I think I’m pretty pissed.” They both laughed and he looked up and gave an uncharacteristically shy smile that caused Julian’s tummy to go all funny. What was going on?
“No, that could work,” he said gently. “If we made it so was Vince dressing up to trick Howard or something.”
“Yeah,” Noel answered enthusiastically, deeply relieved that Julian was going with it.
“Hmmm I wonder what I could wear?”
“Well,” Julian said thoughtfully. “What would be funnier is if instead of dressing more effeminately you dressed down a bit, more like you, like Noel, and Howard still thought you were a woman and still…fancied you.”
“Yeah, ‘cause I generally look like a tranny anyway,” Noel said, with a slight chuckle. “Just sexy it up a bit.”
“Oh I don’t know if that would be necessary,” Julian said quietly. “I think you’re quite sexy enough.”
Noel froze. Was Julian flirting with him? He looked up, but Julian looked as if he’d suddenly seen something fascinating in his wine glass, and wouldn’t meet Noel’s eye. Noel took a deep breath and slowly and deliberately wiggled his hip against Julian’s. His heart leaped as he felt Julian push back against him.
“Yeah, it could be for a bet,” Julian answered, his voice sounding all strained. “Vince has got to make Howard fall in love with him or he loses. So he has to let Howard do what he wants with him.”
Silence descended as they each contemplated what that would entail…It was broken by Julian clearing his throat.
“The stakes would have to be pretty high though, for Vince to do it,” he said, his eyes meeting Noel’s, who was suddenly acutely aware of the unchartered territory they were staggering into.
Well, might as well blunder on, he thought. He looked right into Julian’s eyes and said, “Oh I dunno…I always thought Vince had a little crush on Howard.”
A smile spread across Julian’s face and a look came into his eyes that made Noel’s stomach lurch. Noel ran his fingers through his own hair and looked down at his lap. Cautiously, he moved his arm over so that it was against Julian’s and gently began rubbing his own thigh, waiting with bated breath for the reaction. He felt Julian push back with his arm and then fingers brush his own. Holding his breath he stretched out his hand and slipped it over Julian’s, lacing their fingers together. He felt it being gently squeezed and felt something stir inside him. He looked back up and suddenly they seemed to be moving towards each other. What the fuck was happening? This was him and Julian! His thoughts were interrupted by Julian saying,
“So, there’d be more kissing?”
“Umm,” was all Noel could answer, his eyes flicking to Julian’s mouth. Julian’s face was now inches from his own, he could feel his breath, could smell the aftershave on his neck.
Suddenly, their lips were touching. Noel opened his mouth slightly and gently began planting small wet kisses on Julian’s mouth. They were barely breathing. Julian’s hand found the back of Noel’s head and he pulled Noel harder towards him. Noel responded with a groan and grinded his mouth against Julian’s, sliding his fingers into Julian’s hair, entangling them in his messy curls. The kiss broke off, and they sat for a few seconds breathing heavily and staring at each other. Noel’s eyes glided over Julian’s body, watching his chest rise and fall.
Julian looked down at Noel, all small beside him, and his big eyes even wider and filled with lust. He lunged at Noel, grabbing his face between his hands and kissing him hungrily, violently. Noel kissed back, pulling Julian on top of him, their bodies grinding together. Noel’s arms were grabbed and pushed roughly onto the sofa above his head, Julian entwining their fingers together. He pushed all his weight on to Noel, who was bucking, rubbing the growing bulge in his trousers against Julian’s groin. He felt the weight of Julian on top of him, crushing him, like he was trying to make them one person. He could feel Julian’s erection jabbing at his leg and his own one hardened. He couldn’t believe this was happening. He couldn’t believe how hot he was for him, how right this felt.
Julian began kissing Noel’s neck, causing him to shudder as one hand travelled under his t-shirt, the other gripping his hands firmly above his head. He felt a hand caress his cock through his trousers and he gasped.
“Oh God, Julian,” Noel said breathlessly. Julian murmured back into Noel’s neck, his hands rubbing at Noel’s hardness, pushing his own against Noel’s body. He sat up, unbuttoned his shirt, throwing it on the floor before grabbing at Noel’s t-shirt and roughly pulling it over his head. He paused, taking in the sight of Noel between his legs, panting heavily, small chest exposed, the sweat across his face causing bits of hair to stick to it, his massive eyes staring up at him. God he was so sexy, so sexual. He pushed him back down onto the sofa, kissing and biting at his neck, his mouth, his hands slid underneath Noel, grabbing at his back, going further down to the waist of his trousers. Damn, why did Noel have to always wear such tight clothes?
Noel was writhing underneath him, arms snaked around Julian’s body, pulling him harder and closer. He felt Julian’s hands on his belt, fumbling with the catch. He heard Julian swear into his neck and then move so he could see what he was doing. Laughing, Noel reached down to help him undo the buckle. He undid his fly and with deliberate slowness began slipping his trousers down. He was biting on his bottom lip, moaning gently and fixing Julian with a hungry look. Julian groaned at the sight and lunged, kissing him roughly, teeth clashing together. His hands found the waist of Noel’s trousers, and he forcefully yanked them down, discarding them on the floor, before undoing his own.
Once they were both naked they paused to look, panting, and with shy admiration at each other’s bodies. Noel watched Julian’s eyes travelling all over him before they found his gaze and then he was on him again, grinding his body against the smaller man, pushing him down into the sofa, biting and sucking on his neck, hands roughly pulling his body against him. Oh god, Noel thought gasping at the feeling of his erection against Julian’s naked body. God he was so horny, he couldn’t remember a time when he’d ever felt this turned on.
Julian shifted on to his side slightly so that his hand could find Noel’s cock he began gently stroking it up and down in his fist. Noel bucked, his eyes shut, breath coming out in gasps.
“Umm, Julian,” he moaned. He didn’t know how long he was going to last, God it felt so good. He put his hand down on Julian’s cock but it was brushed it away.
“I want to watch you first,” he whispered, looking into Noel’s eyes, almost making him come instantly. He began pumping him harder, watching Noel squirm about and groan under his intense gaze.
“No, stop, Ju. I’m gonna come,” Noel said not wanting it to be over so quickly. He tried to sit up and push Julian’s arm away but Julian pushed him back down, pinning him on the sofa with his arm across his chest and his leg hooked around Noel’s legs, making it impossible for Noel to do anything but lay there.
“Fuck. Oh God fuck Julian,” Noel gasped, as he came hard over his stomach and Julian’s hand. He lay there for while shuddering, trying to regulate his breathing, aware of Julian’s eyes watching him.
Breathing heavily he pulled Julian into a rough kiss. He slipped out from underneath him and shifted so he was pulling Julian on to the sofa and climbing on top to straddle him. He reached his hand down and wrapped it around Julian’s shaft, leaning down to nuzzle and kiss his neck, smiling as Julian sighed and moaned, bucking against his hand. His mouth travelled down over chest, finding a nipple which he flicked his tongue over. Julian groaned and put his hands on Noel’s head. Noel shifted further south planting kisses all the way to Julian’s groin.
He looked up making eye contact before licking his lips, coating them in shiny saliva and slipping the head of Julian’s cock into his mouth.
“Oh fuck, Noel,” Julian gasped, watching his cock slide between wet lips. Noel began sucking hard, taking Julian deep, being as ruthless as he has been treated. It wasn’t long before he felt Julian become tenser.
“Fuck, Noel, its coming, it coming,” Julian whispered, trying his hardest not to shout. He thrust his cock deeper into Noel’s mouth, his hands gently pushing on the back of Noel’;s head and Noel felt the hot spurt hit the back of his throat and he swallowed. He sucked gently until he felt Julian’s cock slightly soften. They stayed where they were breathing heavily, Julian’s eyes shut, lying back on sofa, Noel resting his head on Julian’s thigh, suddenly scared to make eye contact.
“Fuck, that was good,” Julian said, a moment later, still panting slightly. Noel looked up to find Julian smiling down at him, and then he was being pulled up into Julian’s arms, Julian nuzzling his neck and planting small kisses. They lay there for a while naked and close, eyes shut, and Noel on his back with Julian snuggled into his neck. Both were finding it hard to fight off sleep, exhausted after the intensity of what just happened. Noel shivered slightly and Julian muttered into his neck something about cold, before reaching for the blanket that lay on the back of the sofa. Under the blanket and wrapped in each other’s limbs they had fallen asleep.
Noel was woken by movement sometime later. He felt Julian kiss him on the mouth before climbing off and retrieving his clothes from the floor. Eyes shut, Noel had listened to the sound of Julian dressing. It all suddenly felt real and strange and he was too scared to open his eyes. He felt a hand on his face and squinting from the light looked up to see a bleary eyed Julian standing over him, stroking his cheek.
“I’ve gotta go. It’s late and Julia and…” he trailed off and Noel nodded in understanding. They looked at each for a while longer, both searching for something to say, but unable to find the words.
Julian leaned forward and planted a small kiss on the end of Noel’s nose before he had disappeared, turning the lights out as he passed. Suddenly feeling awake, Noel had lain there in the dark for sometime, thinking about what had happened and what was going to happen. He was cold and uncomfortable, but didn’t want to leave the sofa, the feeling and smell of Julian, for the comfort of his bed. He must have dozed because when he opened his eyes again sunlight was bursting into the room.
He’d gotten up and there had started the longest day of his life. Now it was nine p.m. and the light was fading outside. His thoughts had been going round and round in circles all day. Was it just a one night thing? Was it something more? Was it going to happen again? His heart leaped at the memory of the parting kiss Julian had planted on his nose. That was too sweet, to intimate for it all to have been just last night, just a drunken thing, surely? But then why hadn’t Julian called, or text or something? Did he regret it? Was everything going to be weird and horrible now? Noel had thought about ringing him, had written a million texts that he’d then deleted. Nothing sounded right; he didn’t know what he wanted to say. He couldn’t send some casual little note when his head was reeling this much. Oh fuck Julian, where the fuck are you?
Julian was sat in a bar slightly drunk, with a group of friends all being lively and funny. He was finding it hard to keep up with what they were saying, his mind kept constantly wandering off, distracted by flashing memories of black hair, his hands caressing smooth white skin…
He re-read what he’d written on his phone for the hundredth time, aware that he had had to get drunk for the courage to write what he wanted to say. Taking a deep breath he hit send.
The noise of the phone going off made Noel jump, and he grabbed it off the table with a shaky hand. Calm down, he told himself, it’s probably only Dave or Mike. He hit the keys to unlock it and his stomach dropped as he read Julian’s name on the screen.
Chapter Two to follow soon…
End Notes: My first ever fanfic, hope you enjoyed it. Reviews very welcome 🙂
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Chapter 2
Noel opened the text and read:
Have been wanting to send this all day…can’t stop thinking about last night…its making me horny as fuck. Can I come over? X
Noel suddenly felt all tingly and light. His hands were shaking so much he could barely push the keys to text back. He took a deep breath to calm himself down.
Julian was tapping his fingers nervously on the table. He had given up feigning interest in what the others were saying and now sat staring moodily at his phone. How long did it take to text back? What if this wasn’t what Noel wanted? What if he thought last night was a mistake? No, he told himself. This had been building up for too long and it had felt too right. But why hadn’t he fucking text back? Just then he was startled by the flash of his phone. A wide smile spread across his face as he read:
Fuck yes. How long will you be? X
The response beeped back within seconds:
10 mins. X
Noel suddenly felt flustered and he started rushing around picking things up and then putting them down again. He looked at himself in the mirror, trying to boost his hair up a bit. He looked tired and drawn. He contemplated having a wash and tarting himself up, but uncharacteristically decided no, fuck it. It was Julian, and after all Julian had seen him in every state possible. He got himself a beer from the fridge to take the edge off his nerves and sat back down on the sofa, trying to still the fluttering feeling in his stomach. Julian Barratt was horny as fuck and on his way over. Noel didn’t think he’d felt this much anticipation for anything in his life.
Draining half his beer he suddenly became aware of the quietness. The sound of the fridge gently buzzing in the next room, the distant whirr of the boiler all seemed to highlight the fact that he was just sitting there waiting. To remedy it he got up to put a CD on. Just as he was pushing play he heard a car pull up outside and his stomach lurched. He snuck a peek through the curtain to see Julian pay the taxi driver and start heading towards the house. He stepped back, telling himself to keep calm. It was only Julian; there was no need to feel quite so nervous.
Knock knock
Noel took a deep breath and went to open the door. He paused just before he turned the latch. Well here goes. He pulled the door to find Julian leaning against the door frame, wearing a smile so sexy that Noel felt is knees go weak at the sight of it. He smiled back and for a moment they stood there soaking up the sight of each other and then Julian was coming towards him. Their lips met in a flurry of hungry probing kisses and Noel felt arms go round him, hands gabbing at his back his, waist, his arse. He was being pushed back, inside the house and against the wall of the hall. Julian kicked the door shut behind them and focused his attention on the undoing of trousers. Too desperate to move further in the house they brought each other off to sticky climaxes there in the hall, fully dressed and panting.
Afterwards Julian pulled back to look at Noel, studying his face with searching eyes, trying to find out how he felt about all this. Noel smiled and let out a contented sigh. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing seemed to come out. A slight hint of amusement played across Julian’s face as Noel tried but failed again. He ended up just managing a quiet “fuck” and leant his head back against the wall. They both laughed and the tension eased.
“Well, I never thought I’d see the day Noel Fielding was quite so speechless,” Julian said smiling mischievously.
“That’s your fault. Look what you’ve done to me. I’m a mess.”
“Well,” Julian said planting a kiss on Noel’s neck.
“If I’d known…” He kissed Noel’s chin.
“That all it took…” He kissed his cheek.
“To shut you up…” He kissed his other cheek.
“Was a good hand job…” He kissed his mouth.
“…I’d have done it a long time ago.” He went in for another kiss but Noel stopped him by grabbing him round the waist and pushing him back.
“Oi!” He squeaked in mock annoyance. “My talk is the only thing that has kept our comedy alive all these years!”
“Oh really?” Julian said, pushing himself back against Noel. “I thought it was your dress sense.” He leant in to kiss the giggling Noel who was far too happy with the lavish attention to even pretend to be annoyed.
Reluctant to break the mood, Julian hesitated before telling Noel that they needed to talk. Noel, a rare serious expression on his face nodded in agreement and led them into the living room.
A few hours later after a hesitant, slightly awkward and lengthy discussion, they were semi-naked and mucking about on Noel’s bed. They had both agreed that no, they didn’t want this to stop and yes, it would probably be impossible to now anyway and yes, there had been something brewing for as long as either of them could remember and no, neither of them wanted to give up their relationships. They had decided to just see what happened. They had the rest of the weekend to themselves as Dee was on tour and Julia had taken the twins to visit her sister. They agreed to make the most of it.
Now they were discussing who fancied who first. A topless Julian was pinning Noel, who was just in pants by this point, to the bed so that he could deliver a bite or a kiss to his neck, depending on how much he agreed with what was being said.
“As if Barratt! I could see you looking at me, checking out my arse right from the start. You’ve always wanted a piece of me-Ouch!” A bite to the neck. He tried to squirm away from the Julian’s mouth but had no where to go, Julian was too heavy and had both his arms pinned down.
“If I was ‘checking out your arse’ as you put it, it was only because you were always moving it about in way that was so obviously trying to get my attention, that I felt I had to look to avoid hurting your feelings.”
“Yeah right! That’s just me. I can’t help it if I’m too fucking sexy for you Barratt-ummm…” A tickly stubbly kiss gave him a shiver down his spine.
“You may be too fucking sexy,” Julian purred into his neck. “But that doesn’t alter the fact that it was you and your blatant crush on me that got us here in the first place.”
“Crush? How old are we? Ouch, no, stop….Admit it Barratt, you’ve always wanted me.” He said it quietly, almost a whisper, and when Julian looked in his eyes he realised this was something that Noel needed to hear.
He kissed him tenderly on the mouth and said, “I guess…but I don’t think I knew it myself…or knew how much.”
This was the answer Noel wanted and he pushed up, grinding his mouth against Julian in a hungry violent kiss. He slipped his hands out from under Julian’s and grabbed at his face so he could kiss him harder.
Julian felt Noel’s cock stiffen against his leg and let out an involuntary groan. He felt nimble fingers undo his fly and helped Noel to slip his trousers and pants down. They were both stiff, desperate for each other, kissing hard and holding, pulling one another closer, tighter, wanting the contact of the other’s skin, wanting to touch and be touched everywhere. Probing tongues, mouths and fingers. Noel felt dizzy with lust, already he felt close to coming. Julian’s hands and mouth working him felt so fucking good but he realised he wanted something else. He dragged Julian’s face towards him kissing him before moving to whisper in his ear.
“I want you,” he panted. “Inside me.” He didn’t even know how much he meant it until after the words had tumbled out. He suddenly needed to have Julian’s cock, he wanted to be fucked, to be fucked hard by Julian.
“Are you sure?” Julian whispered back.
“God yes…please Julian, please fuck me.” Julian’s breath quickened and he let out a low moan. Smiling at the effect, Noel continued whispering, his hand stroking Julian’s cock, kissing and licking at Julian’s ear.
“I want you to fuck me so bad. I want you to slide your cock deep inside me…” Julianr’s whole body twitched.
“I want you to hold me down and–” Julian pushed his hand away.
“Stop!…Or your’ll make me…and I won’t be able to…” He mumbled breathlessly.
Noel went and got something from the bathroom and brought it back for Julian to smother on his fingers. He was now crouched over in front of Julian, enjoying the new delicious sensation of Julian sliding greasy fingers inside him.
“Is that nice?” Julian asked quietly above him.
A low moan was all he could manage. He felt Julian remove his fingers and replace them with the head of his cock. Noel waited with bated breath as Julian began to slip into him. It felt strange at first, uncomfortable, foreign. But as he opened up to allow more of Julian inside him his whole body was overtaken by a feeling of intense pleasure causing his toes to curl and his hands to grip at the bed.
“Oh god…Julian…Julian.” Now he was bucking back, trying to get more of Julian’s cock, trying to speed up Julian’s rhythm.
“Oh fuck Julian, fuck me.” Julian bent forward to kiss his back, thumbs pushing into Noel’s hips, guiding Noel’s body onto his cock, keeping up his slow teasing motion, despite Noel’s best efforts to get him to go quicker.
“Please Julian…faster…more.” Noel was practically begging now. He felt teeth sink gently into his shoulder and a hand reach round and grab his cock, the other roughly holding him down. He groaned into the bed as Julian increased his thrusts, fucking him hard and deep now, his hand pumping Noel’s cock to the same rhythm. He heard Julian swear and start to let out little groans. Noel felt waves surge through him as he felt the hot sticky sensation of Julian coming inside him. He gasped and moaned.
“Oh god, fuck. Fuck Julian…Julian….uhhh Julian…I fucking love you Julian…” He moaned as he felt himself come all over Julian’s hand.
It wasn’t until a little while later, both spent and tired, Julian still on top of him, slumped with his sticky forehead resting on sticky back, that Noel realised what he’d said. The silence suddenly seemed deafening. He felt his body tense.
As if noticing, Julian rolled off and on to the bed next to him. He pulled Noel onto his chest and wrapped his arms around him. One hand found his hair and he began stroking it, twiddling it with his fingers for a moment before he whispered back.
“I love you too.”
He felt Noel relax into him, a small sigh emitting from his lips, and he planted a kiss on Julian’s chest. They dozed on and off all night, sometimes waking each other up with soft kisses, or stroking hands.
And that’s how they spent the rest of the weekend, in bed, only venturing out of the house for cigarettes and a bottle of wine. For both of them it became their favourite memory, a sweet hazy memory full of firsts and new feelings, urgent kisses, daylight streaming in on their entangled bodies and the whispered declarations of love in the dark…
End Notes: final chapter written and and too be posted ASAP, but it is more about winding things up than extending plot
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Chapter 3
They are both surprised at the easy routine they fall into. Work becomes the thing they each looked forward to most. Snatched kisses, rough sex backstage in any place they can find. Sometimes it is just a passing grope, a squeeze of a hand to say I’m still thinking of you, I still want you. The want, the need for each other never seems to cease, it thrives on the secrecy, the excitement, the danger.
Often they wind each other up by trying to get the other one horny at inappropriate times. Before live TV appearances or in a room full of people, dirty whisperings and the suggestive slow licking of lips. They could make each other hard with a look or the muttering of a word to purposely bring back graphic memories.
“Bonnet,” Noel would whisper into Julian’s ear and his head would be filled with the image of Noel bent over the bonnet of his car, trousers round ankles, white arse cheeks spread and Julian’s cock ramming into him, their groans disappearing into the dark still of the night.
“Wrap party,” Julian would retaliate, grinning as Noel shudders at the memory.
He’s being forced down in a chair, his trouser and pants are being yanked down, the noise of the party is loud from below. He’s telling Julian to stop, he’s practically begging, saying that they’ll be caught, his own words making his cock harder. Then Julian’s sucking on it, taking it all in and it’s hitting the back of his throat and it feels too, too good. He’s wriggling, trying to push Julian’s head away, trying to stand, but Julian is too strong and he’s holding on to his waist, pinning his legs down with his arms and his weight. Noel can’t do anything but surrender to Julian’s mouth, and writhe as he comes for what feels like forever.
There are close calls, flustered faces and stammers but they never get caught red handed. One time Noel had to stay under the counter in Julian’s dressing room for what seemed like an age, until the coast was clear and he could crawl back out again, his chin all sticky.
Another time they were mucking about on set, laughing, arms wrapped tightly round waists, teasing each other with insults and kisses. They sprung apart at the sound of some one clearing their throat and had looked up to see Paul, the director, looking intensely at a bit of back drop. He looked up at them.
“Oh, hello you two. I didn’t see you there,” he’d said quietly, fixing them with a look that suggested otherwise. But he’d given them a broad smile and after that he seemed to come up with excuses for them to go and rehearse together privately, passing keys to rooms with locks, shooing people out of dressing rooms and tour buses.
There were signs that the others knew something had changed too. They became aware of them using noticeably loud voices when approaching rooms they were alone in together. There’d be a knock now and a pause for the ok before walking in. They were surprised, (and relieved), at their friends’ instinct and tact.
One time, snuggled together in Julian’s bed on the tour bus they were alerted by a knock from outside and Dave’s loud voice saying, “Oh hi Dee. Yeah I think Noel’s asleep, check his bed.”
Noel had just had time to scramble back in to his own bed, pulling his blanket over him before he heard Dee open the door of the bus and step in.
They were touched by these reactions, the unspoken acknowledgement and acceptance, deeply grateful at the help they got in keeping it a secret from the rest of the world. They were relieved that they were never asked, never forced to explain. Even Mike seemed to understand and let them get on with it, never mentioning it or giving Noel a hard time, not even a nasty look when they got too drunk to care and flirted outrageously in front of him.
He and Dave and Rich would catch each other’s eyes and there’d be raised eyebrows and smiles. Sometimes retching noises if things got too much, or the occasional, “Get a room”, but on the whole they were happy for them. They’d always sort of known there was something between them, and now they felt protective of it and happy to be so.
They got away as often as they could, but it was hard to find the time between work and other commitments or the excuse for it to be just the two of them. Instead they both worked really hard to be happy with what they could get, concentrating on feeling lucky for anytime they spent together.
Obviously there was guilt, and lots of it. When it got too much, when the pressure became unbearable there’d be explosive rows, threats to end things, tears and anger. But they were few and far between and they never lasted long. The promise of greedy makeup sex was usually enough of an incentive for them to stop shouting and start kissing.
Bizarrely things at home improved for both of them. They hadn’t noticed the strain of it before until now, when in contrast they felt happier, more relaxed. Unburdened and no longer wrangling with unspoken feelings they were freer to enjoy and appreciate what they had at home and they both made efforts to make sure everyone was happy. Their minds often wandered to thoughts of each other of course, but even that got easier as they became more trusting of the knowledge that always somewhere near by, the other was wanting them, loving them. When they remembered that, they could cope with anything.
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