Turn-About

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A seemingly off-hand remark from Noel leads to some very interesting developments.

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Notes: This was inspired by Noel’s comments on the DVD second series commentary (FOY specifically). I wrote this part ages ago and chickened out of posting it, but Noel’s comment in the Q and A session reignited the bunny and it refused to leave me alone until I finished it *sigh*

The fic Noel mentions in this, is of course the by now legendary ‘I Love the Chosen One’ by Phoon, who has very kindly granted me her permission to do this. If you haven’t read it, then go read it now! (Not that you need to have read it to understand this, just that it’s too good to miss!)

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Topping from the Bottom…

Author’s Notes: Part one of two. Bondage and d/s in chapter two. Implied in this chapter.

Julian smiled as he wandered through to his kitchen, two empty cups in his hands. He was pleasantly full and relaxed, still a little tipsy now from all the champagne he had drunk earlier. They’d just finished the commentary for the second series DVD and they’d all been feeling pretty happy and excited afterwards, so Noel had invited everyone back (rather cheekily, Julian had thought) to Julian’s house to continue the celebration. They’d all had left now though, and it was just Julian and Noel. Julian though, had found it hard to concentrate all evening, something Noel had said earlier was distracting him, giving him the most interesting images. It was actually something that he’d thought about before, many times, but hearing Noel say those words, had made him believe it could be something more than just a fantasy.

He paused in the doorway, indulging himself for a moment watching the sight that greeted him. Noel was stood at the sink, back to Julian, and humming to himself as he washed up the dishes. He loved how Noel treated Julian’s flat as he would do his own home when he was over. He smiled; it was god to see Noel like this. The younger man was perpetually on the move, and hard to keep up with sometimes. And he was virtually always on show these days, it was hard to catch him unaware like this. Julian knew it was harder for Noel, with the seemingly constant tabloid attention and the fans always following him around, and it was nice to see the younger man so relaxed for once. It made his belly flutter a little, the thought that Noel felt comfortable enough to let his guard down in Julian’s presence.

Julian’s smile turned to a full on smirk as his gaze dropped to Noel’s pert backside, currently encased in a sinfully tight pair of white jeans that, especially when teamed with the red boots he was wearing, on anybody else would look trashy but on Noel just looked as sexy as hell. The black shirt he was wearing was tight too, clinging now to the light frame of Noel’s back and shoulders, and short enough to reveal just the barest hint of naturally pale flesh when Noel reached up to the shelf for more washing up liquid.

Julian felt a flush of heat at the sight, and, grinning to himself, he stepped forward again, setting the cups down softly on the side as he padded quietly across the room towards Noel. Noel jumped slightly as Julian slipped his arms around his waist, then smiled, whispering a soft ‘hey,’ and sighing as he sank back into Julian’s embrace.

“You don’t have to do this you know,” Julian said, his hands running down to grip Noel’s slim hips softly, nose burying its way through soft, dark hair to lightly kiss behind Noel’s ear. The action drew a slight shiver from the smaller man and Julian grinned, pulling back to rest his chin on Noel’s shoulder as he watched Noel slowly and meticulously clean the stained rim of the slender glass he had drunk cocktails out of earlier.

Noel shrugged, twisting his head to kiss Julian’s cheek, feeling the lightest hint of stubble beneath his lips and smiling. “You cooked for everyone. This is the least I can do. Besides, your kitchen was gross. I think there was something growing in one of the cups you’d left on the side. If it was up to you you’d leave it until it mutated into some kind of weird new life-form, that’d probably attack you in your sleep and then try to take over the world or something.”

“That’s what you think. I was actually cultivating that mould I’ll have you know. I was planning on creating a mould-army. And it wouldn’t attack me, with me being its father and all.”

“Technically you’d be its creator, not its father. And besides, since when do children listen to their parents anyway?”

“True. Oh well, it’s no use now anyway. Seeings you’ve destroyed all my hard work.”

“Hard work doing nothing more like. And I can’t imagine Julia being too pleased when she came back from her parent’s to find that waiting for her.” Noel smirked and flicked a handful of bubbles at Julian, laughing as the older man wiped them from his face with a mock-glare.

“Whatever would I do without you?” Julian asked as he brought his hands back up to Noel’s waist, giving him a slight squeeze.

“Live in a pig sty.” Julian laughed at the deadpan delivery, although he knew it were true; he hated washing up, disliked most forms of housework in general actually. Unlike Noel, who he knew was surprisingly house proud.

“Knew there was a reason I kept you around.”

“I thought you kept me around for my amazing sense of humour and stunning good looks?”

Julian shrugged playfully. “Nope. That was just something I told you to stop you getting suspicious. All I really want you for is your cleaning prowess.”

“Oh, is that so?” Noel asked, flicking the excess water from his hands and twisting around in Julian’s arms to face him, his eyes twinkling as he looked Julian up and down exaggeratedly, taking in the dark blue shirt he was wearing. “I like you in this colour. It’s a good look for you.”

“Stop trying to flatter me. It won’t get you anywhere.”

“Oh, that’s a shame.” Noel grinned as he ran his finger underneath the top button of Julian’s shirt and popped it open, stroking across Julian’s chest softly. “And what would? Get me somewhere I mean.”

Julian slipped his hands around Noel’s sides and under his top, splaying them across the small of his back possessively as he pulled him closer. Noel moaned, as Julian’s mouth found his, sliding his tongue across his lips and kissing him slowly. The hand on Julian’s chest crept up to his neck as he pushed his own tongue forward to meet Julian’s, the two twisting and flexing together firmly and surely in such a familiar rhythm. He could already feel the heat building in his groin as he melted against Julian, letting the bigger man take control of the kiss and he pushing forward, seeking more contact as his fingers twisted around the wispy ends of Julian’s hair.

Noel’s pupils were dilated when Julian finally pulled away, his wet lips sightly parted, breathing heavy, and Julian smirked as he looked over his shoulder to the small pile of plates still waiting to be washed up. “You haven’t finished yet.”

“What?” Noel asked, a little dazed from Julian’s proximity. It never ceased to amaze him, how quickly Julian could turn him on, a look, a few whispered words, the caress of calloused fingers or the even just a whiff of his aftershave at times. It could be awkward, when they were on set, or backstage, that undercurrent of desire that always seemed to thrum just below Noel’s skin, whenever Julian was close.

“The washing up. There’s some plates left still. And our cups,” he finished gesturing to the side where he had left their mugs earlier.

Noel’s eyes widened slightly. “You’re talking about washing up, now?” He asked, pointedly pushing his hips forward so Julian could feel the effects the kiss had had on him.

Julian grinned as Noel rubbed himself rather lewdly against Julian’s thigh, reaching down to still his hips after a few seconds of that. “But I know how you like your cleaning Noel. And you hate leaving a job half done, I know you do. I’m doing you a favour really.”

Noel scrunched up his nose. “No. Doing me a favour would be taking me upstairs an’ shagging me. This is just being mean.”

Smirking, Julian ran his hands down to Noel’s arse, giving it a quick squeeze before turning him back around to face the sink. “Patience Noel. Besides I have plans for this evening.”

“Oh. really?” Noel perked up, trying to twist back around but a hand on his back stops him. “What kind of plans?” He usually liked the way Julian’s ‘plans’ turned out.

“You’ll find out. If,” Julian said pointedly, “you’re a good boy and finish what you started.”

“And then you’ll do the same?” Julian could almost hear the pout in Noel’s voice and he smirked.

“Maybe.”

“Slave driver.”

“You love it.”

“Maybe.” Noel smirked. “And what are you gonna be doing while I’m finishing this then?”

“Oh, me? I’m quite happy where I am thank you.” Julian slipped his hand under Noel’s top again, stroking lightly across his belly to emphasize his point, smiling to himself as he felt the muscles twitch beneath his touch. “Come on then. Get on with it!”

Noel groaned, but plunged his hands back into the water and grabbed the sponge, quickly washing up the first plate off the pile.

“‘S better,” Julian smirked, his fingers still caressing the soft skin of Noel’s stomach. He snaked them lower, finding a sharp hipbone and stroking across it, grin widening at the sharp intake of breath the action caused. He left his fingers there, just moving them back and forth over that same spot, tickling almost in their lightness until Noel was squirming and almost subconsciously wiggling his hips.

“Fuck, Ju. That’s really distracting.”

“What is?” Julian snuck his free hand down, finding Noel’s other hipbone and rubbing softly.

“That!” Noel protested, hands faltering in the water as Julian’s wandering fingers sent tingles running straight down to his groin. “You know exactly what you’re doing.” Julian smirked; he’d quickly discovered that Noel’s hipbones were one of his favourite places to be stroked and kissed.

Slowly, Julian withdrew one of his hands and pushed aside the collar of Noel’s shirt, bending down to place a kiss to the top of his spine.

“I was thinking about you all evening you know. Could hardly take my eyes off you. I’m sure Dave was getting suspicious,” Julian whispered, his mouth close to Noel’s ear now.

Noel shivered, almost dropping the plate he was trying to wash and Julian smirked, stepping closer and sliding his hands down Noel’s arms. He loved it when Julian talked like this, a low rumble, words spilling right up from his guts.

“Careful. Don’t break anything.” Julian smirked as he slid his hands down to Noel’s wrists, wrapping his long fingers around them and gently guiding Noel to continue with the washing.

“What were you thinking about?”

“Something you said earlier. When we were recording the commentary.”

“I said a lot, might need to narrow it down a bit.”

“Well,” Julian smirked as he slowly slid his hands back up Noel’s arms. “It was interesting to hear you read fan-fiction about us, Noel. Very interesting.”

“Oh, well, that was a bit of a joke really.” Noel flushed slightly, as Julian’s hands crept up to his shoulders, thumbs brushing at the nape of his neck. He wriggled, as Julian gently pushed his hair out the way and bent down to lap at the sensitive skin of his neck. He hadn’t even thought about that comment not really, certainly hadn’t thought about the effect it would’ve had on Julian.

“Now that’s a shame, because it was kind of turning me on. Thinking about you reading about us fucking.”

Noel shivered, and gasped as Julian kissed a little slower, pausing to lift up Noel’s shirt and duck down, kissing across his back; another of Noel’s weak spots and his dick was straining now against its restraints. “Vince and Howard.”

Hmm?” Julian was sucking now, and grazing his teeth across Noel’s skin, marking him.

“It was Howard and Vince. Not us.”

“Ah, so you did read it then.”

“I just wanted to know what the fans were saying about us, that’s all. Found it by accident.”

“Yeah, yeah, I believe you,” Julian said, in a tone that clearly contradicted his words, between soft, dry kisses across Noel’s back. “You’re so fucking vain.”

“Fuck, Ju,” Noel moaned as Julian snuck a hand down, pressing it to the front of his jeans, palming his hardness through the thick denim; it was too little and far too much all at once and he was finding it hard to think, with Julian’s lips trailing random patterns across his skin, long, sure fingers pressing at his length. He wanted more and pulled his hands out of the water, struggling to turn around.

“No,” Julian reprimanded him softly, fingers stilling as he pulled back until all that Noel could feel was the warmth of Julian’s breath against his skin, not the softness of his lips anymore. He felt a whimper building up in the back of his throat and swallowed, pushing it back down. Julian smirked, feeling the tension that was coiled through Noel now. “Keep going, or I stop.” His fingers squeezed, just once, to emphasise his point and the whimper burst forth, Noel bucking his hips in a silent plea for more that Julian denied him. “Keep washing up, and keep talking, or I’ll leave you like this.”

“You wouldn’t,” Noel protested, shaking his head.

“Wanna find out?”

“Fuck, no. Okay, I’ll carry on, just don’t stop. What do you want me to say?” Noel forced his hands back in the cooling water, looking at the pile of washing up still to do and groaning internally. He knew Julian would make him finish it all.

“Did it turn you on?”

“Yes.” Julian smiled at the reply, and Noel gasped as Julian’s fingers resumed their tortuously slow movement, and nodded his head.

“Why?”

“It was just filthy really, and just thinking about Vince and Howard like that…”

“Like what, exactly?” Julian punctuated his question with a somewhat firmer squeeze, and Noel gasped, fingers gripping the sponge harder as he tried to force his rapidly deteriorating concentration into focus.

“It was set in Fountain of Youth, you know the scene, with Vince with the feather and you dressed as a slave?”

“Me?” Julian smiled, leaning back up to nip at Noel’s ear, letting his shirt fall back down and resting his free hand on Noel’s hip.

“Howard,” Noel said, breathlessly. “Howard was dressed as a slave, and Vince was all dominating, bossy, making Howard do stuff.”

“What kind of stuff?” Julian asked, pressing his own length against the swell of Noel’s arse and letting him feel it. Slowly he pressed his fingers to Noel’s zipper, sliding it down and popping open the button. Noel gasped as Julian pushed his tight trousers and pants down a little, just enough to free his aching length to the chilled air.

Julian knew exactly what had happened in that story, and it had turned him on as well, thinking about Noel reading it and getting hard off it, but Noel didn’t know that of course and he wanted to hear Noel say it.

“Jeez,” Noel’s hands did fumble now, trembling as Julian rubbed a calloused fingertip over the tip of his erection, trailing through the pre-come that was beaded there already. “He made him kiss him, held the chain around his neck and forced him down.”

“And?” Julian prompted, fingers trailing lower now, running down the underside, tracing the pulsing vein before his hand moved to encircle Noel, gripping him lightly and moving slowly up his shaft.

“He sucked him off. Vince made Howard suck him.”

“Did Howard like it?”

“Yeah. Yes, he liked it.” Noel mumbled low in his throat, something between a moan and a whimper as Julian continued to tease him, he pressed forward, but Julian’s fingers tightened around his hip, holding him still. “God, Ju, please.”

“Please what?”

“Faster. I want to come. Want you to fuck me. Anything, just, more.”

“Does it turn you on? Vince forcing Howard to do that? Would you like Vince to tie Howard up? Make Howard all helpless? Make me all helpless?”

“Fuck, Ju!” Noel gasped, his body tensing and quivering. Quickly, Julian pulled back, feeling his own dick throbbing at the thought as he spun Noel round, pushing him up against the counter and dropping down to his knees.

“Answer the question? Do you want me helpless? At your mercy?” Julian poked out his tongue, leaning forward and licking lightly at the head of Noel’s dick, just tasting him, teasing, his hands grabbing Noel’s hips and pinning him back against the cupboard.

“Yes!” More than anything, reading that story had made him think of Julian like that. Seeing Julian dressed in those chains had been bad enough, but then reading about Vince dominating Howard so easily, had made him wonder if he could do the same. Noel gasped, his hands reaching down to grab Howard’s hair, tangle in the wispy lengths and push him forward, but Howard pulled out of his way.

“Hands. They’re all soapy.” Julian smirked. “Tell me what you want instead.” Arousal was pooled so hotly in Julian’s stomach now, his dick straining for attention but he ignored that for now. He heard Noel gasp and watched as, reluctantly, Noel grabbed onto the counter top either side of him instead. Noel’s dick, swollen and wet now, with pre-come jutted up in front of him, eager for attention now. “You’re good at talking, Noel. So talk now. Tell me what to do to you.”

“God, Ju,” Noel gasped, swallowing thickly as he looked down at Julian on his knees. In a position he had imagined him in so many times. It wasn’t that Julian had never sucked him off before, as he had, many times, but this was different; there was something thick and charged in the air, he could feel it buzzing between them, and it made him feel powerful. “Your tongue. Lick me. And your lips, want to feel them kissing me.”

Julian smirked as he leant forward; as submissive as Noel usually was in the bedroom, he knew he had it in him, he just had to drag it out a little. Slowly, he leant forward, placing his lips to Noel’s tip before moving down, placing soft, sometimes dry and sometimes sucking kisses along the length, breathing in Noel’s musky scent as he went.

Finally, when he reached the base, and his nose brushed the short, soft dark curls that nestled there, he flicked his tongue out, working it back up the length, darting it over Noel’s sensitive flesh, touching every inch of it he could, eager to taste him.

“Yeah, yeah. Like that. More.” Noel gasped, his fingers tightening their grip on the wooden counter top. “Now, fuck. Suck me,” he said, breathlessly, as Julian’s tongue flicked across his head and Julian moaned slightly, as he parted his lips and slowly dipped his head down, taking him inside him. He kept his movements slow at first, still teasing, bobbing his head carefully and decisively.

“Faster, Ju.” Noel gasped as Julian complied, immediately; the thought that Julian was doing what Noel was telling him too, was turning him on just as much as the hot, wet suction that surrounded him. His thighs were quivering now as his lips fell open, breath coming in ragged pants as Julian swallowed around him, moving quickly and determined over him now. “Make me come Ju. I need to come.”

Julian moaned, and the sound reverberated around him, sending tingles shooting right up his spine. He was aching to push forward now, fuck that delicious mouth that was sucking him so perfectly. “Let go of me. Keep still and let me move,” he ordered, unsure if Julian would comply but gasping and pushing forward as soon as he did. Julian swallowed convulsively, almost choking as Noel hit the back of his throat, and it gave Noel such a thrill, that Julian was staying still, with nothing but Noel’s words to make him.

Noel could feel it building now, right at the base of his spine and he gasped, thrusting forward again as his fingers gripped and slipped on the edge of the counter. When it hit, it was hard and fast, his back arching as the muscles of his stomach convulsed sharply, heat flooding through his veins, making him tingle all over. Julian sucked him gently, until he twitched and gasped for him to stop, reaching out for him, uncaring of his wet, soapy hands now, grabbing Julian and pulling him up and against him.

“Fucking hell, that was amazing, Ju.” He gasped as he wrapped his arms around Julian, laying his head on his shoulder, hot and panting breath ghosting across Julian’s skin and ruffling his hair.

Julian wrapped his arms around Noel, smiling as he felt the younger man sagging against him. Pulling back slightly, after a few seconds, and twisting his head, he placed a kiss to Noel’s cheek, smirking as Noel twisted around immediately, seeking out Julian’s lips with his own.

Julian twisted away though, after only the softest brush, kissing along his jaw instead, and chuckling deeply at the protesting whine that left Noel’s lips. He was still achingly hard, dying to get some relief himself, but this was what this was all about, this next question, and if things went as he thought they would be, he knew all this would be worth it.

“Why don’t you,” he whispered, between touches of his lips to Noel’s soft skin, “finish tidying up in here, while I go upstairs and get a few things sorted. And then we can see about making that fantasy a reality, huh?” Julian nipped slightly at Noel’s ear, pulling away, to gaze at Noel steadily, as Noel gasped.

“Fuck, really?” Noel whispered, pulling back to stare at Julian seriously, his stomach twisting at Julian’s husked words.

Julian nodded, and smirked, pressing up against Noel.

The darkening of Noel’s eyes, and the tiny hitch to his breathing, was more than enough to tell Julian that it was indeed, going to be very interesting, for both of them…

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Bottoming from the Top…

Author’s Notes: No plot what-so-ever in this part! Starts off directly from where Part one left off, and it’s straight into the action! Seriously, 5000+ words of smut; I should be ashamed of myself for writing this…

Bondage and mild D/S. Dominant!Noel (Although the clue’s in the title!)

“Why don’t you,” he whispered, between touches of his lips to Noel’s soft skin, “finish tidying up in here, while I go upstairs and get a few things sorted. And then we can see about making that fantasy a reality, huh?” Julian nipped slightly at Noel’s ear, pulling away, to gaze at Noel steadily, as Noel gasped.

“Fuck, really?” Noel whispered, pulling back to stare at Julian seriously, his stomach twisting at Julian’s husked words.

Julian nodded, and smirked, pressing up against Noel.

The darkening of Noel’s eyes, and the tiny hitch to his breathing, was more than enough to tell Julian that it was indeed, going to be very interesting, for both of them…

*****

Noel was still a little dazed, as Julian smirked at him and left him, with one last, quick kiss to the lips, to go upstairs. It was easy to get carried away, in the heat of the moment like that, but now, as he was slowly coming down from the high, he was left with an odd feeling of nervous anticipation that made his stomach flutter and twist, and excitement that made his head spin.

He’d always been more than satisfied in the past, by his and Julian’s relations but reading that story had stirred something within him, as his mind as quickly changed the characters to himself and Julian; a desire to see Julian bend to his will for once, to have Julian under his control, writhing and twisting beneath him as he submitted to Noel’s wishes. He’d just never thought Julian would be up for that kind of a switch-round. But now it seemed he needed to rethink his initial reaction, after Julian’s earlier actions… He didn’t want to give up the submissive role entirely, but he most definitely fancied a chance at being in charge for once…

Slowly, fingers still a little unsteady, he pulled his trousers back up, rearranging himself and refastening them as he tried to collect himself.

Finishing the tidying gave him a chance to gather his thoughts. It didn’t actually take him long to finish the last few cups and plates, giving the sink and the surfaces a quick wipe over before smiling to himself at the transformation he had performed on Julian’s once filthy kitchen. It never ceased to amaze him how lazy Julian could be around the house, considering his, at times, somewhat obsessive personality.

It must have been nearly twenty minutes now, since Julian left, and he guessed that should be enough time for him to sort out whatever he needed to.

His stomach was still flitting with anxiety as he climbed the stairs, although the more he thought about it, the more excited and the less nervous he became. It was a thrill, undoubtedly, to be able to order Julian about, to be in charge for once, but he wanted more; he wanted Julian completely at his mercy, dependent on him and helpless. He wanted him naked, tied up and writhing beneath him, preferably with some begging thrown in, too.

The soft fragrance of Rose and Patchouli reached him as he neared the bedroom, growing stronger as he and opened the door. He smiled at the sight of Julian lighting the scented candles Noel had brought him for Christmas. The lights were on low and faint notes of piano, probably from one of Julian’s mellower Cd’s, hung in the air.

“Hey,” Noel announced his entrance quietly, closing the door behind him as he stepped further into the room. “So this is what you’ve been up to is it? Nice.” His eyes lit up as he took in the bed, neat for once, and freshly made with the deep, red satin sheets that Julian had brought for their anniversary, knowing how much Noel liked the colour, and the texture of them. “Very romantic,” he drawled, almost lazily as he walked across the room, fingers sliding across the soft fabric as he reached the bed. There was a nest of cushions and pillows piled up at the head of it, and he let himself slide into them, laying back and wriggling a little to get himself comfortable.

“Thought they’d be appropriate.” Julian smirked, blowing out the match and tossing it into the bin. Noel grinned at that, sinking back further and biting his lip coyly; he was beginning to get into the role now, as he crooked his finger and beckoned Julian over.

“That’s right,” he said, “only the best for the chosen one.” Smirking, he stopped Julian at the foot of the bed, lifting and wriggling one of still booted feet expectantly.

Julian, smirking, lent down and slowly began to untie the laces of his right one first, letting his fingers trail across the sole of Noel’s foot as he pulled it off.

“Howard protested you know,” Noel said, with a raise of his eyebrow as he looked down at Julian, who stopped pulling off his left boot to look back at him.

“Oh, so you want me to be misbehave do you?” Julian asked, smirking.

Noel considered this for a moment, he couldn’t say it wasn’t appealing, the thought of having to force Julian to comply, dominate him, maybe even discipline him; it made his stomach flip with excitement. But right now, he wanted something different and he shook his head. “No. I rather like you all obedient like this. Carry on.”

“Okay then. Your wish is my command, Noel,” Julian said, resuming his earlier action of removing Noel’s second boot. When he’d set that down on the floor next to the first one, he began to slowly peel off Noel’s orange socks.

Furrowing his brow, Noel thought for a second before responding. “Noel sounds wrong.”

“What would you like me to call you then? Vince?” Julian smirked.

Noel laughed, shaking his head and gasping as Julian lifted his foot, placing a soft kiss to his ankle.

“No. What would Howard call me?”

“Oh,” Julian said, licking his tongue out and licking softly down to Noel’s sole. “Howard would call you sir.” He pulled away to answer, before resuming his task.

Noel barely suppressed a shiver at the way the word rolled off Julian’s tongue, sighing and closing his eyes as Julian’s fingers rubbed at his foot now, gently kneading the underside, working out tension Noel wasn’t even aware was there. “Mmm, Sir. I like that.”

“Thought you would.” Julian let the foot he was working on drop gently back to the bed, before picking up the other one, fingers lightly dancing across the sole, firm enough not to tickle but soft enough not to hurt. “Sir it is then.”

Noel sighed, eyes falling shut as he let his head fall back into the pillows, just lost in the sensations and Julian smiled up at him, thinking how beautiful he looked like that. Slowly, holding Noel’s foot gently, he leaned forward, lips closing around Noel’s big toe and sucking lightly. Noel gasped, squirming as the suction sent sensations flying up his leg and straight to his groin. Julian had never done this to him before, and he’d never been one for feet, but he couldn’t believe how good this felt. After just a few minutes of this, Noel gave up and reached down for Julian, the sensation becoming too much for him. Julian smiled against his lips as Noel kissed him, tongue pushing its way into Julian’s mouth hungrily and they were both panting as they pulled apart for air.

Julian was lying over Noel now, and Noel could feel the press of his erection digging into his thigh, his own blood flooding south in response. “Why aren’t you naked?” He asked, fingers trailing across the soft cotton of Julian’s shirt, feeling his chest, lightly muscular, through the thin fabric.

“Didn’t know how you wanted me, sir.” Again, Julian emphasised the little word, and it sent tingles shooting straight down Noel’s spine, heat flooding his veins. His hands roamed again, pulling at the bottom of the shirt, seeking the warmth of Julian’s skin and the first touch of his fingertips had Julian gasping and grinding down on top of him.

This was all getting out of hand too quickly, Noel though, as Julian moved on top of him, and forcing himself to take control again, he pulled his hands free, pushing firmly at Julian’s chest. Julian looked down at him quizzically as Noel pushed him off him and Noel smirked, seeing the desire, and confusion, in Julian’s eyes. It made him even harder, knowing the effect he has on the older man.

“Take it off.” Noel’s voice was husked as he tugged at Julian’s shirt. “Slowly.”

Julian sat back, kneeling between Noel’s spread legs and Noel watched as he began to pull open the buttons, almost leisurely, gradually revealing his skin to Noel’s eager gaze. It was difficult, but Noel managed to restrain himself from touching Julian as he opened the front of his shirt, unhurriedly pulling it free from him and tossing it to the floor by the side of the bed. Eventually, when he’d had his fill of just looking, Noel reached up and grabbed Julian’s neck, fingers pressing tightly as he pulled him down for another heated kiss.

There was something wrong with this position though, Noel realised, and he pushes at Julian’s shoulder, finding the other man completely acquiescent as he let Noel roll them over, pushing pillows and cushions out of the way and onto the floor as he did so. Noel straddled Julian’s prone form then, knees pressed against his sides as he finally pulled back from his lips and sat up, letting his fingers run idly across Julian’s chest.

“That’s better.” He smirked as his hands reached Julian’s stomach, trailing down to his belt before running back up to tease his nipples between thumb and forefinger, pinching firmly enough to draw a low moan from Julian’s lips. “You look good like this,” he said, admiring the view as Julian arched his back as the bite of Noel’s fingers sent sharp spikes of pleasure straight to his groin. He’d been hard since before he’d sucked Noel off in the kitchen, and his dick was feeling more that eager for attention now. Lifting his hips from the bed, he gasped as Noel twisted his fingers around his nipple, reprimanding him for the movement and it did nothing to ease the aching in his groin.

“Did I say you could move.” Noel said, more a statement than a question and Julian panted his reply:

“No sir.”

“Well then, stay still. And put your hands up on the pillow where I can see them.” Noel smirked as Julian complied immediately, feeling the same thrill he’d felt downstairs when Julian had followed his orders without hesitation. “I want to have some fun.” He felt a shift of satisfaction in his gut, at the way Julian’s breathing hitched, and he realised that this was what he wanted; to affect Julian, to dig through the seemingly calm exterior, and draw reactions from the older man. Reactions that he had caused, and Julian was helpless to prevent.

Slowly, Noel dragged his fingers down Julian’s chest again, this time allowing his nails to lightly graze his skin, not enough to mark but certainly enough for Julian to feel it. He was rewarded this time with a long drawn out moan, and a flick of Julian’s wrists, as if he wanted to move but was repressing the need. He grinned, pressing his nails against against the sensitive skin of Julian’s stomach more firmly now he knew Julian liked it.

Shifting down Julian’s legs a little, his eyes were drawn automatically to Julian’s groin, and the fabric that was tented there, and he smirked, knowing how aroused Julian had to be by now. Leisurely, he lent back a little and trailed his fingers lightly across the front of Julian’s trousers, avoiding his dick but only just and earning himself a quiet whimper this time, for his efforts.

Keeping the same pace, he inched down Julian’s fly, careful not to give any friction to the place where Julian wanted it the most. Julian gasped as Noel popped open the button slowly, lifting his hips eagerly to help Noel pull down his trousers. He gasped as Noel dragged down his boxers at the same time, cool air meeting hot flesh.

“God, Noel…” Julian moaned as he felt soft fingers dancing up the inside of his thigh, which lifted as soon as he spoke and landed back down with a short, firm slap. He gasped loudly, bucking up at the sharp pain.

“You call me sir. Remember.” Noel said, and again, it wasn’t a question. He was enjoying this far too much he thought to himself, or he would’ve been, had Julian obviously not been enjoying it just as much. His fingers gentled again as Julian nodded his head, and he let them flit desperately close to Julian’s groin before pulling them away again, starting out back at his knee to repeat the action.

Julian was panting at the fourth pass, of those wicked fingers, oh-so-close to his cock but far too far away, too. He wriggled against the soft sheets, feeling waves of sensation sweeping through him, and he was beginning to worry that Noel might be planning to kill him with all this teasing.

“We’re only just starting, Ju.” Julian shivered then, wondering if Noel could read his mind as he just confirmed his fears.

As he sat back, looking over Julian again, something white caught his eye, and he tilted his head, seeing a carrier bag sat on the floor next to the bed. He hadn’t remembered seeing it there earlier and his eyes flicked back to Julian as he asked him what it was.

Julian smirked. “Oh, just some things I thought you might like.”

“Oh really?” Noel smiled as he leaned over, picking it up and setting it on the bed next to them. His eyes widened as he looked into it, fingers delving in to pluck out a long peacock feather. “Where did you get this from? I mean, we only recorded the commentary this afternoon, and you’ve been nowhere to get it.”

Julian laughs lightly, at the look of surprise on Noel’s face. “You should be more careful when you look at things on my laptop. The story was in history. I read it a couple of weeks ago. It’s what gave me the idea for all this. But I didn’t know you’d be up for it until that comment you made.”

Noel looked put out for a second, before laughing. “I thought I deleted that.”

“Nope. Obviously not.” Julian’s smirk grew.

“That’s very devious, Barratt.” Noel smirked, shaking his head, his eyes twinkling as he lightly brushed the end of the feather across his palm.

“And I saw the way you were looking at me when we filmed it…” Julian let the statement hang in the air, and was pleased with the little flush that lit Noel’s cheeks in response. Noel laughed though, and ran his tongue across his bottom lip.

“You did look pretty damn sexy like that. All those chains…” Noel grinned as he leaned forward, setting the feather down and passing his lips across Julian’s in brief, almost chaste kiss that Julian found himself arching up to continue as Noel pulled away. Noel shook his head, pinning Julian back down, with his hands on Julian’s wrists as he kissed along his jaw slowly, feeling stubble, scratchy and tickling beneath his lips. Julian’s eyes had fallen shut when he pulled away, and he sat back up, dragging one finger across Julian’s chest before delving back into the the bag.

After rummaging around for a bit, he pulled out a thin, white scarf, soft and silken to the touch and he smirked as he looked at them then back up at Julian. “Now, what am I supposed to do with this, huh?”

“Whatever you want…”

“Oh, I think I can come up with something.” Noel dragged the material across Julian’s stomach, up over his chest, making sure to let it linger over Julian’s nipples for a second, Julian’s breath hitching as he did so. Slowly he dragged it up further, over his shoulders and down his arms until he reached his hands. Setting the scarf down for a second, Noel grabbed Julian’s wrists and pushed them up and either side of one of the slats in the headboard, picking up the scarf and tying it around his wrists so that he couldn’t pull them back down. Julian tugged a little, experimentally, as Noel sat up again, and his breathing grew heavy as he realised he was firmly secured. “Now this is a little bit more what I had in mind…”

Noel sat up, staring down at Julian, feeling the heat rising in his belly, slowly, he raised his hands to his own shirt, un-popping the buttons teasingly, making sure to let his fingers brush across his skin as it was revealed. He made sure to put on a show, knowing how much the sight of him slowly stripping turns Julian on, and now it’s even better, because he knew Julian wanted to touch him, could see the way the muscles of his arms twitched, but he couldn’t. The thought made Noel’s insides flip, the power making him feel so confident, sexy.

Julian was breathing heavily now, by the time Noel finally reached the last button, pulling it open and slipping the shirt of his shoulders almost casually. When his shirt was off, he shifted back, off the end of the bed and tossed it onto the floor as his fingers reached for his fly. Undoing himself, he carefully shimmied out of his tight jeans, kicking them away and slipping off his pants to join them. Julian moaned softly as he slipped his hand down his body, brushing it down over his chest, his taut stomach, and finally his erection, gripping it and giving it a couple of firm strokes, gasping lightly at the friction.

Julian’s eyes never left him the whole time, and his chest was rising and falling rapidly, soft, low moans leaving his lips by the time Noel let go of himself and crawled back up the bed, knocking Julian’s legs together with his hands and straddling him easily. He paused then, to pick up the feather, dragging it through his fingers again before pointing it forward, and trailing the end softly across Julian’s chest and down to his stomach. Julian gasped and arched his back, arms tugging reflexively at the bindings. His mouth fell open and he squirmed, breath heavy as Noel dragged it lower and lower. It tickled slightly, but in a delicious, teasing way that made his dick twitch and bead at the tip. He did whine then, as Noel skipped past it and carried on to his thighs, dragging the torturous device over his skin, down to his knees and back up again. When it touched his shaft for the first time, feathers soft and far-too-light, he squirmed and hissed, biting his lip to keep from shouting out.

Noel kept it up for what seemed like an age, occasionally playing the feather across his shaft, his head, up over his stomach and back down again, until Julian was bucking his hips, searching for more friction that Noel had no intention of giving him just yet.

“Fuck, Noel. Sir,” Julian reminded himself just in time. “Please…”

“What do you want?” There was a teasing edge to Noel’s tone, and he smirked as he drew the feather back up, sliding it across Julian’s chest to his tightly budded nipples.

“God, touch me. Please.”

“I am touching you.”

“No, your hands. You. Need you.”

Noel grinned as he dropped the feather down next to him, drawing his hands across Julian’s stomach and feeling the heat and the dampness of sweat that beaded his skin.Slowly he moved down, until fingers brushed through the light brown curls that nestled at the bottom of Julian’s dick. He let them play there for a second or two, brushing through the soft hair until Julian moaned in frustration.

Using a grip that he knew was just light of how he liked it, Noel wrapped his hand around Julian’s dick, just squeezing at first, then pulling on it slowly. Julian gasped and tried to thrust up but Noel just loosened the grip, lifting his hands and moving slower until Julian thrashed his head against the pillows, his breathing quick and shallow. Noel smirked as Julian’s muscles tensed, his stomach clenching. His dick felt heavy in his hands, hot and full and it gave Noel such a thrill, seeing Julian like this, knowing it was him causing it. Julian mumbled something, his voice low and strained, and Noel licked his lips. “What was that?”His tone was light, teasing, and Julian whimpered.

“More. Please.”

“You’re so hard, Ju. Tell me how much you want this? Me.” Noel said, still keeping the same maddening pace.

“God, want you so much. Been hard so long…”

“How long? Since you sucked me off downstairs?”

“Longer…” Julian whined as Noel loosened his grip further, hands tugging futilely at his bindings. He’d been half-hard all day thinking about this, and now he was desperate for more, to touch Noel but he couldn’t, and the that was just making him all the more worked up. “Want to come…”

“Oh no,” Noel smirked as he released Julian’s dick, giving it one last squeeze and letting his fingers brush the tip before pulling away. “Not yet.” His own dick was aching for attention now, and he stretched forward, laying himself down over Julian and rubbing against him as he latched on to his collar bone, sucking and biting lightly. He pulled away, reaching for the bag again and pulling out the little bottle of lube that he’d seen in there, holding it up for Julian to see as he did so.

Julian watched entranced, as Noel moved back, kneeling up on the bed and tipping some of lube out onto his fingers. Slowly and carefully, he reached down, rubbing his fingers across his entrance and Julian whimpered, realising what Noel was about to do. Noel moaned lightly as he slipped a finger inside himself, reaching out with his other hand to grip Julian’s thigh for support. It was a bit awkward, and he couldn’t get as deep as he wanted to, but it was worth it from the look on Julian’s face and the way his breathing hitched and deepened. He shifted, arching a bit to give himself more room as he moved the finger slowly inside him; he didn’t usually need much preparation, didn’t want it, but this was all for show. Unable to take anymore, he slipped in a second one, moaning lewdly and panting Julian’s name as he wriggled them, stretching himself. Looking up, he caught Julian’s eye and saw the need and want in his expression. He moaned again, jaw slack as he crooked his fingers and ground down on them.

Julian couldn’t take his eyes off Noel and the wanton show that was all for him; Noel kneeling in front of him, skin shining and hair slicked with sweat, clinging to his forehead, his neck. His lips parted, breathing heavy. Julian craned to see more, watching Noel’s fingers as they disappeared inside himself, watching as Noel rocked against them as he fucked himself on them. Julian’s dick twitched as he imagined the tightness and the heat of Noel’s passage. He gasped, twisting against the sheets, feeling his own skin slicked with damp now. He wanted inside Noel and he groaned, flexing his hips and whispering Noel’s name desperately.

It wasn’t enough now for Noel, as he watched Julian’s desire increase, and he pulled his fingers free with a soft popping sound, crawling over him immediately and grasping Julian’s dick as he positioned himself. Grinning, he rocked back and forward for a second, teasing himself and Julian a little longer, until, unable to take anymore himself, he sank down, slowly, moaning wantonly as Julian’s thick girth stretched him so much more than his fingers ever could.

Noel lowered himself so slowly, and his hands grasping Julian’s hips now, nails digging into his skin to keep him still as he took him inside. He groaned as Julian filled him, feeling him inside so deeply, and Julian hissed at the sensations that swam over him, his own fists clenching as he tried to buck up, to get Noel to move quicker.

“So good, Ju.” Julian moaned at the words, and the heat behind them, gasping as Noel sank all the way down finally. It was all so overwhelming, finally getting what he’d wanted for so long, but Noel wasn’t moving, was just resting there as he adjusted to the intrusion and the stillness was driving Julian mad. He wanted Noel to move, to fuck him properly and he groaned again, trying to thrust but prevented by Noel’s weight holding him down.

After what seemed an age to Julian, Noel began to move, slowly at first, rotating his hips and groaning as Julian moved inside him deeper. He threw his head back, hair fanning behind him and Julian longed to bury his fingers in it, roll them over and just drive into him until they were both coming hard and fast and hot. But Noel had other ideas and he grinned as he ground down on Julian, firmly but oh-so-slowly, dictating the pace and thrilling in it.

Noel arched his back, hands coming behind him to rest on Julian’s thighs, feeling the muscles tight beneath his palm as he rocked himself backwards and forwards, feeling Julian’s dick moving inside him, so hard and full. He gasped out, fingers clenching as he found what he was looking for, and Julian brushed across his prostate, his mouth falling open as he pressed down on the same spot again and again. Moving one of his hands, he wrapped it around his dick, which was jutted in front of him, hot beneath his fingers as he stroked himself languidly. He knew he wouldn’t be able to keep this pace up for much longer, but he wanted to make it last as long as he could. Wanted Julian begging for it before he moved fast enough to let him come.

“God, Noel, more!” Julian thrust up, trying so hard to make Noel speed up, but it didn’t work. Noel just kept up the slow and steady pace, occasionally clenching around Julian, making him gasp and whine. “Please!”

It was enough for Noel, and he hunched forward again, hand leaving Julian’s thigh to rest on his stomach instead. He lifted himself up and thrust himself down, drawing a cry from both their lips at the increase in pace.

Julian pushed his cheek against the pillow, closing his eyes tightly. It was too much, watching Noel riding him like this when he couldn’t touch him like he was so desperate to. Couldn’t grab his arse and squeeze, pull him down on to him. He thrust up to meet Noel now though, feeling the heat building in his stomach, pleasure spreading along his spine, filing through his nerves until his fingers and toes were tingling with it.

“Fucking hell, Ju. Love you like this.” Noel moaned out, moving faster now, taking Julian inside him as deeply as he could and feeling him strike his prostate, sending fire to his groin. He tightened his hold on himself, stomach muscles clenching as the pressure in his groin grew. He knew he was close now, and from the desperate keening noises that Julian was making, so was he. “Open your eyes.”

Julian moaned, but complied, biting down on his lip hard as he met Noel’s gaze. The heat and intensity there made his stomach flip and he cried out, arching his back as he felt the first stirrings of orgasm growing at the base of his spine. He moaned out that he was close and Noel shook his head, hand moving faster over himself. “Me first. Don’t come yet.”

He wasn’t sure he could last any longer, the heat around him was almost unbearable and he trembled with the effort of holding back. “Please Noel, please come. I’m so close, can’t stop…”

“Sir,” Noel gasped out, feeling a rush of power at Julian’s desperate plea. “Call me sir.”

Julian complied immediately: “Sir, I need to come, please!”

“God, yes!” Noel gasped out, feeling white heat flooding through him as his dick pulsed and grew, his orgasm hitting him hard and washing over him. “Now, Ju!”

It was enough for Julian, too, seeing Noel release over his hand, and feeling the clenching off Noel’s passage around him, and he cried out as he tensed, toes curling as he came hard, pleasure spreading through him like a tidal wave.

Noel kept rocking, riding out both their releases before he collapsed down over Julian, hand fisting lightly in Julian’s hair as he kissed him, slow and lazy, feeling the relief still coursing through him, but dying down to a low thrum now. Julian kissed back eagerly, his legs tangling with Noel’s, arms desperate to wrap around him and hold him close as they both came down slowly from their highs. He moaned softly as Noel pulled off him, draping himself over him again, skin slicking with Julian’s as he nuzzled his lips against Julian’s throat. Julian squirmed eventually, as Noel’s hot breath and proximity grew too much and Noel smirked as he drew back. Lazily, he stretched upwards, fingers deftly loosening the binding around Julian’s wrists and rubbing the reddened skin gently. He sighed in contentment as Julian wrapped tired arms around him as tightly as he could manage and pulled him back down.

“So how was that?” Julian asked, voice barely above a whisper. “As good as you thought it would be?”

“Better,” Noel replied quietly, with a kiss to Julian’s chest. “You?”

“Amazing. So, fantasy fulfilled then?”

“Part of it. I’ve got lots of ideas for more though.” Noel smirked up at Julian sleepily, eyes heavy and sated and Julian didn’t think he’d ever seen him looking so beautiful. He swept his fingers through Noel’s damp hair, pushing it back off his face and leaning up for a quick kiss.

“Who says you get to do it again, huh? Maybe it was a one-off?”

Noel laughed. “You fucking loved it and you know it.”

“Maybe. Should’ve known you’d take to it like a duck to water though. You bossy little tart.” Noel faked outrage at that comment, but couldn’t keep it up for long, his pout falling into a happy smirk.

“As much as I enjoyed it though,” Noel said as he leaned up to kiss Julian’s cheek, moving down his jaw. “I’m not sure I want it like that all the time. I mean, I like it when you take control, too.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that. Revenge is sweet and all that.” Julian smirked. “But you’re gonna have to wait ‘til I get my breath back, at least.”

“You getting old, Barratt?” Noel smirked, teeth tugging lightly on Julian’s lower lip.

“Watch it Fielding, you might regret that.” Julian pulled back just long enough to speak before his fingers twisted themselves tightly around the strands of Noel’s hair, tugging him back down, and Noel murmured his contentment against his lips as he kissed him thoroughly.

“That a threat then?” He asked, a little dazed as Julian pulled away.

“Oh no, it’s most definitely a promise.” Julian tugged him back down again, fuzzy arousal and heat already spreading through his stomach as he thought of all the different ways he could go about keeping it…

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