Lalalalala.
This is a idea that was eating me (again).
I do not own the Boosh, if I did, the kiss would've been taken to the bedroom. lol.
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White light.
Operating light.
A white sun.
A flash.
That was all I needed to know that we'd been paparatsied.
Julian looked totally stunned, lying on the hard wooden floor with his jeans down to his knees, converse just sticking out from the bottom of them. His smokey brown hair was everywhere from the sweat that made his skin shine, his forehead, the back of his neck, behind his ear. He didn't know what had just happened, he just sat there like a animal caught in a pair of headlights, erection bulging out in his black Y fronts.
I was scared.
Because I knew what the flash was from.
A camera.
And as always, behind the flash and fancy camera, was a reporter...
I looked just as shocked as Julian, crossing my arms over my naked chest even there was no point.
They'd already took the picture they needed.
Taken the secret that was once mine and Julians away.
A picture of a very drunk Julian Barratt.
And a very hard Noel Fielding.
Together.
Under a table.
How did he find us?
Then I remembered thinking that I saw someone following me as I walked into the club with Julian, a man.
With a camera.
I thought nothing of it.
I would've screamed and cried and banged my fists on the floor until they bled if I could snap out of my haze.
But there was no point anyway.
They'd taken the photo.
They'd taken a piece of our love away.
I was still on Julian, my cock pressing against bottom half of his leg. The heavy electro that pumped around us got louder as words started to form from a singers mouth like magic.
"I dunno why, I got it so bad.
And somehow I've fallen out of the frypan, and into the fire"
And these are the words that echoed in my ears as the reporter leaned up from squatting and pushed past people.
And walked away, patting his faithful camera that would get him the raise he was looking for.
I looked Julian in the eye with a scared expression.
He looked at me with the shocked expression that showed he had no idea, he then realised why I was so scared and he sweared under his breath, not moving me as he faced the top of the table.
Julian was worried.
So was I.
We'd been paparatsied in the most horrid of situations.
In no sooner than a day, the picture would spread like a weed...
And thats when I realised how truthful those lines of electro were to me...
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