A/N: Written in my mind as a sorta-AU because I can't write a fic where people cheat, so I pretend the girlfriends and/or kids don't exist. This is RPS, so read at your own risk. It still creeps me out a bit, and I write it. XD
My prompt for this drouble is the song Make Out Fall Out Make Up by Love Is All.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Boosh, nor do I own Noel and Julian; I'm only screwing around in their universe and no disrespect is intended.
Julian is angry, and Noel is having none of it.
They were on a break from recording, and the studio had been quiet and peaceful until Noel had decided it was evidently time for some covert snogging, which had been fine until he knocked over a microphone stand, causing the mic to emit an earth-shattering screeching noise and beckoning over a million tech producers.
"Do you realize how close we came to being caught?" Julian asks him later.
Noel is busy trying not to be offended, so he says, "Yeah, but you should've seen your face right before the mic fell over. You were half in wonderment and half fangirling. It looked a lot like this." He pulls a face that looks like a rabid bunny on some sort of hallucinogen, and Julian laughs despite the anger.
"I did not look like that. Take it back."
Noel ignores him and says, "That hurt my jaw. Ow."
Julian says, "Aww, do you need a kiss to make it better?" and is again amazed at how quickly Noel's presence turns him from grizzly bear to teddy bear. It's dangerous. It's also very nice.
Noel smiles. "Yeah, I think so." And it's okay.