Summary: Julian and Noel get closer
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Julian trumped down the hallway furiously. After nearly twenty minutes of searching for their director, someone finally told him he'd already left for the day. Grumbling his way back to the dressing room; he became frustrated that Rich had lied and worried that Noel would come to his senses and snap out of the moment of insanity they'd shared.
He couldn't stop replaying every detail: every touch, every sound. The instant soft warm fingers grazed his bare skin; it took everything in him to stay seated. Noel's smooth chocolate voice coaxing out all his inhibitions as Julian surrendered to the moment completely. Shivering at the memory, he pulled open the door. No one was there, room empty and his partner's stuff gone – he deflated.
He'd been only twenty seven percent sure that his beautiful costar would be waiting for him but the way those rich cerulean eyes spoke to him… maybe he thought a little more that he'd be waiting. His grip loosened from the handle.
"Hey, what you doin up here?" a voice broke through the slow procession of thoughts.
"Oh, hey Mike. Just gettin ready to change and head home." Mike gave him a weird, impatient look.
"No, I mean what you doin right here. I thought you were downstairs."
"Downstairs? No wh."
"I just passed my brother in the hall and he was headin down to studio 7 to meet with you, said Rich told him you asked him to." He crossed his arms over his chest. "Did you two have a row? Are playin a joke?"
Mike was still firing questions at him when Julian started off down towards the stairs. Immediately he felt a terrible feeling, like something he should have known all along. Bad thoughts began breeding with all other conscious effort and he was submerged in darkness. Why had Rich lied to both of them? Why did he feel so scared? Why was Noel downstairs alone or worse: not alone. He needed to get there quick smart. Hurried footsteps echoed off the walls in the deserted stairwell, mimicking the emptiness that had taken up residence in Julian's chest.
The corridor in the basement was eerily empty, at the end in the distance, stood the large steel doors to studio 7. Shoes pounded heavily in the stillness as the door finally fell within reach. The handle didn't budge, the fire extinguisher off to the left said otherwise. Bits of shrapnel bit into his arms and wrists as the latch gave way to violence. Ominously, the door swung open revealing a room so dark, he could barely see.
"Rich, what... please stop." Noel's voice sounded from across a vast green pool. Barely able to make the figures out, the fear in his voice shaped the image awfully. It compelled him forward, a deep rage ruptured and turned predatory. Moving closer to the edge of the pool, he soundlessly crept towards the wall making his way around to the other side. The two finally came into focus as Julian's eyes adjusted to the darkness - the sight made his stomach twist.
The slight frame of Noel's body was pinned to the slick, marbled tile; thick, rough legs straddling him. Those thin frantic arms flailing relentlessly at Rich's face, a vain attempt to dislodge him. A well of disgust and sick lurched inside at this horror scene.
"Gerrof me, what you doin ya psycho!" it wasn't playful, he was really scared.
"I'm not blind" the disgusting American bit out, capturing those slender wrists and crushing them down on either side of Noel's torso, bringing his porous face uncomfortably close. "Just because you don't see it doesn't mean everyone else can't." viscous bits of saliva flying from his sour mouth.
"What you on about, you're hurtin me." the tiny frame writhed beneath the weight, voice cracking.
"But if that's the way it's going to go then..." the brute pressed his body closer "Julian is a fool, never makin a move." Ruddy brown eyes locking onto fearful blue ones. A vein protruding grotesquely from his forehead. "Well his loss then, I'm finally going to get there first." faces just a breath away, Noel twisted his to the side, squeezing his eyes shut: tears slipped down his cheeks.
"Julian." He whispered, like a prayer. Rich growled, Julian lunged from the shadows; a guttural roar erupted from his throat. Venomous fury collided with the unsuspecting monster. He gripped the flannel of Rich's shirt and lifted him, bodily off of Noel, sending him sailing across the floor. The two rolled dangerously close to the edge of the emerald fluid, Julian barely noticed as he recovered first and began landing blows on every surface of the bastard beneath him. Blood pounded so loudly in his ears, it drowned out the obscenities streaming from his mouth.
Finally realizing what was happening, Rich reacted with unexpected force. Getting his knees up, he flung Julian's body back, knocking his head against the tile, leaving the Northerner stunned. Taking the opportunity, Rich turned towards Noel who was still prostrate on the ground.
Seeing his attacker returning, Noel scrambled to his feet and made for the back exit; Rich was too fast. A large hulking body slammed the smaller man up against the wall, face pressed into dirty grout and tile. Noel yelped; the air forced out of his lungs by the crushing weight impacting him. Panic began to set it. He couldn't breathe, couldn't believe what was happening. Thinking if he just closed his eyes tight enough, the nightmare would dissolve into Julian's arms wrapped tightly around him and it would be over.
He felt Rich's sweaty hand move up his thigh slowly; dragging those dirty, grimy fingers up towards his hip and lingering on the waist of his trousers. The sickening sensation redoubled as thick digits pulled themselves across the bare skin just below his navel. Heavy sour breath poured down his neck as he felt cold, dry lips scratch against his ear.
"Please" Noel begged quietly "let me go." It came out pathetic and whispered but surprisingly, Rich's entire body let up. Air rushed into hungry lungs as he peeled himself off the wall and timidly turned to look where Rich had gone: stunned to see Julian atop of his attacker, literally trying to wring the air from his throat. Julian didn't look up, just kept his face on the man he seemed intent on killing.
"Noel" Julian's voice usually so cheery and sensual was now a deadly calm "run." Noel could see the grip on Rich's neck tightening, even though the beefy man had stopped struggling. He wasn't going to wait to be told twice. Turning towards the back door, Chelsea boots slid against the tile as he collided with the emergency exit: it didn't move.
"Christ! Now what?" he quickly weighed the options: the door all the way across the room where he'd originally come in or there was a flimsy metal staircase that lead to the bridge suspended twenty feet in the air above the pool, over to a set of vents. Option one definitely looked better.
Abandoning the uncooperative door, Noel started for the entrance only to be brought to a stop almost immediately. He watched in utter horror as Rich brought his head up and crashed it into the front of Julian's skull; he could hear the sickening thud from where he stood. Brown curls flung back as his head snapped from the impact.
Conscious thought ebbed away as the scene unfolded in slow motion. Beautiful sparkling eyes dulled and rolled into the back of Julian's head, Noel watched as he went limp in Rich's arms. The cruelly deranged, or perfectly sane (he didn't know which) beast tossed him aside like a toy and made a start for his original target. Option two then.
Thought and purpose flooded back: get out, get help. He didn't know how bad Julian was hurt but he knew he'd never seen someone crumple like that before. The suspended staircase shifted and swung with the hurried movement, it wasn't sturdy at all. Thankful for making it there before Rich did, he wasn't going to be too critical of the escape route. A survey of the entire studio could be taken from up here, the relative quiet of the cavernous room, corrupted by the loud protests of the groaning steel.
He'd made it to the middle of the bridge before realizing he wasn't being followed. Looking down, unconcerned with heights at the moment, he saw Julian begin to stir. Relief engulfed his insides and he took a second to scan the rest of the area: nothing.
"Noel look out!" Julian had screamed, but there was no time to react. Several things happened at once: there was a grinding sound followed by heavy chains rattling. Julian was yelling something but the ground had just given way. There was nothing to grab onto as the bridge opened up and Noel fell freely, breaking the glasslike surface and plunging into the depths of the luminous green water.
It seemed so deep, sinking for hours in a blink. The tile finally rushed up to meet his shoes. The water was bordering icy and a portion had breached his lips, settling into his stomach and lungs. Eerily silent, the liquid universe consumed him; a heavy darkness surrounding and pressing in. Strange, he thought to himself, strange because the pool was lit. No, there was definitely a shadow closing in on him.
Springing off from the bottom, Noel kicked his ruined silver boots violently to get back to the surface. That shadow grew, morphed into a physical entity. No, it wasn't a shadow at all. It was the bridge itself loosed from the ceiling, crashing down into the water – onto him! There was no where to go. A heavy bar from one of the platforms missed his face by a hair but caught the leg of his trousers and dragged him back down. The mass fell soundless against the bottom, trapping him beneath.
Noel knew he was going to die. Regardless of how much he tried to pry his leg free, it was useless. Lungs becoming alight with flame as they began starving for oxygen that was less than 4 meters out of reach, he stopped fighting. Tiny bursts of light flickered in front if him, then darkness spreading and enveloping. There was a distant splash. Maybe it was better this way. If he drowned, Rich couldn't get to him. Then a terrible sadness filled him, colder than the entombing water, when his last thoughts drifted to Julian. So many regrets, so much time wasted. He'd been too wrapped up in himself to see what was really in front of him and now it was being stolen away before he had the chance to discover it.
Through the glittering lights of the water, something was filtering down; a shape, undefined. Noel closed his eyes, happy to pretend it was Julian there wrapping his arms around him and breathing life into him one last time before it was extinguished.
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This was not happening. It was a grotesque nightmare. Julian had pulled himself into a sitting position, nausea rolling over him in waves. His head was pounding from where that thick forehead had bashed into his moments before. As he cracked his eyes open, memory seeped back into him: Noel, Rich.
Rattling metal from above made it easy to find the former. Almost relieved, he assumed Noel would be safe up there until Julian could render that fat psycho completely harmless. He pulled himself up completely, room spinning, and spied Rich on the opposite wall fiddling with something that looked like a giant pirate ship wheel. His eyes followed the chains wrapped around the wheel along the links, up to where they connected. His gut wrenched tightly, there was a keening noise as the gears shifted and released.
No time, not to get to Noel, not to stop Rich. No time to do anything but watch. Watch while it felt like his soul was being ripped away.
"Noel, look out!" but it had already been too late. The chains dropped and the floor of the bridge fell away, taking the completely unsuspecting man with it. And just like that, he was gone; sucked down into the water. Following suit was the bloody bridge, collapsing from the disturbance. Julian hadn't realized he'd been screaming. It felt like something else had taken over his body: dizziness forgotten, pain forgotten. Forsaking control of his body, Julian gave into something feral and hungry. Hands reached for a large bit of metal chain that had landed nearby and, careless of the weight, launched it easily at the figure heading towards him. They collided with one other beautifully, Rich relinquishing all movement completely, dotting the ground with scarlet.
Then Julian wasn't breathing – but gliding weightless as cool liquid moved against his skin, propelled downwards by the gravity of his feelings for the man waiting down there for him. Arms encircled the slight frame as he pressed his lips to blue tinged ones and passed the last of his last breath into the other. With all his strength, he tore Noel free from the confines of the watery grave and surged upwards, rendering the surface like a barrier of whom he was before this moment and who he was after.
Noel felt so small in his arms, pulling himself and the lifeless waif onto the slippery tile, he willed with everything for him to not fade or vanish.
Hey lay Noel flat on his back, skin cold and pallid, perfect lips turned blue, vibrant spark snuffed out. With every particle of conscious effort, he fought the urge to panic and worked on remembering his brief catalogue of first aid knowledge. It was a blessed memory, he knew how to pull the water quickly murdering his love out. Only a few breaths into it, Noel sputtered and coughed. Foamy water leaked out between gurgles. Julian gently turned Noel's head to the side, more thick fluid pooled out around his mouth.
Colour seeped back into the sickly white skin and movement darted behind closed eyelids. Momentarily, Julian's thoughts strayed from the brush with tragedy to admire the still beauty of the man beneath him. A whisper escaped partially pink lips.
"Ju." There was really only one thing left to do. Gathering a shivering Noel into his arms, Julian headed towards the exit unsure of what would happen next, but not wholly concerned.
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There was a blissful simplicity to Julian's room. Unlike the rest of the flat, his bedroom was filled with richly coloured linens and romantically modern artwork. No telly, no desk. It was devoid of most typical bedroom furniture. There was a guitar in the corner resting on its stand and opposite it was an old fashioned turntable. The adjacent wall housed bookshelves crammed with books: old, new and all spanning endless genres. Noel had once told him that his room reminded him of what his brain would look like; he guessed it was a fair assessment. If it were true, his room now would be black and covered with pictures of his best friend.
Noel lay on the bed next to Julian; back to him, covers pulled off – typical. Pajamas reduced to a black vest and pants. Moonlight reached through the blinds to caress impossibly alabaster skin. Julian lay fully awake, propped up on one elbow, staring quietly at the sleeping form beside him.
After what had happened in studio 7, he had carried Noel all the way to the parking lot and waited for a cab to pass, not daring to set him down. It was easy to ignore all the questioning looks from people. Only when they were both in the safety of his flat, prominent 'chink' of a deadbolt sliding into place, did he return him to the instability of his own feet. Noel seemed reluctant to get down, but didn't complain.
Steam enveloped both as Julian drew a hot bath for the other, now taciturn man who spoke only to ask if Julian would stay. Even in this terrible situation, a blush crept into Julian's cheeks. His consent earned him a weak smile and he slowly helped peel off the still wet clothes, plastered to Noel's lean body. The blush burned brighter as the delicious man in front of him stood in just his pants, averting his eyes quickly as those too were removed. Then the body giving him so many wicked emotions disappeared behind the opaque curtain; relief and disappointment danced around the spaces that had emptied out in his brain.
Neither seemed to like the idea of not being able to see each other because the silence broke and a torrent of silly babble broke out between the two. Noel dried while still hidden, sensing the uneasiness in the other man and emerged only when the white terrycloth towel had been secured around his slender hips. Julian's breath still caught in his throat as he stared at the glistening expanse of a damp ivory chest and flat stomach. It wasn't like he'd never seen Noel naked before, but this was so much more intense. That, plus stormy eyes were staring down at him with a look that could melt glaciers.
"Thanks, I feel a lot warmer." It was noticeable; blue tinge vanished, all the elegance of white roses remaining contrasting rhythmically with the jet colour of dripping hair.
"Hungry?" the bathroom suddenly seemed too small, as well as his trousers. He needed some distance to stop himself from doing something inappropriate. But Noel just shook his head. "Cuppa tea? I've got that mint you like." A smile spread revealing the answer without words. Julian stood from the toilet and headed for the kitchen, the kettle already waiting on the stove.
He set about keeping himself busy, trying not to think too much about what he might be doing now if things had gone differently. Already he longed to be back beside his mate, violently aware that a span of heartbeats could have composed a completely different outcome.
The hairdryer sounded from upstairs. Julian's thoughts strayed to the feel of Noel's icy lips pressed against his; the memory pulling too many emotions for him to handle. His composure fell to the floor, too stretched out to do any good; tears fell as his body wracked with sobs he knew would go unheard.
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When the tea had been brewed to perfection, copious amounts of sugar added to one cup, he ascended the stairs. The bathroom was silent, panic not really setting in, but an auto reaction of fear stirred up in his gut. Passing the still steamy, but unoccupied room, he continued down the hall to where the bedroom door stood slightly ajar. That's where he found Noel fast asleep in the makeshift pajama set. Julian set the two mugs down and crawled in next to him.
The barrier that had been keeping Julian physically separated (except for necessity) from Noel began to crumble. He inched closer, becoming enshrouded in the warm, heady scent of the body next to him. So perfect, the gentle rise and fall of his chest… he looked peaceful. The moonlight bathed him a beautiful silver glow.
So much of his life revolved around the person lying next to him, but he never took the time to see what his world hade been reduced to: existing on smiles, slight touches and sideways glances. Thinking on it now, he'd become more like Howard than thought possible. Courage was something Noel took care of. All the risks, crazy publicity, stage shows… he wouldn't have done any of it with out that borrowed courage. And now, here in the eyes of stars, he was alone, about to take a step with nothing borrowed.
This would be his own: His own bravery, his own desire. Wanting everything about this moment to be this way – everything to be his own, including the man sleeping beside him.
Julian reached out, hand trembling, and let his fingertips rest lightly on the satin strip of bare skin between the pants and shirt. Thinking that once the initial contact had been made, there'd be no more pretenses, no more fear. After all, Noel hadn't shattered or turned to ash like he'd imagined. But he was unprepared for the divine heat that raced from where skin met skin to every last particle in his whole body, erupting in pleasurable flame; swelling and consuming entirely. It was beautiful confirmation of all those feelings he'd attempted to destroy within himself. It felt so right, so perfect. Anyone else's touch would feel wrong, unnatural. That was it exactly! Lying in bed, fingers ghosting over the curve of his side... this was natural, was how it was supposed to be.
Julian let his hands slide around to the flat, taut planes of Noel's stomach, exploring tentatively. The muscles reacting instinctively, tightened and a small sigh escaped sleeping lips. Julian's erection throbbed painfully at the delicious sound. He moved closer, nearly flush against the curve of his back, still keeping a layer of uncertainty between them incase it was unwarranted or too soon to become bodily entwined as desperately as he wanted to be.
Hands becoming more sure, he slipped beneath the ribbed fabric, traveling upwards. His fingers played along the slight ridges of protruding ribs. Another half sigh came from the now stirring man. Noel began moving, leaning back towards Julian, resting his shoulder blades against his chest almost like he was subconsciously allowing more access. Silky dark strands of hair brushed Julian's shoulder, chills shook him. He ducked his head down and let himself get lost momentarily in a scent that was familiar and complicated. He wanted to stay here, buried just beneath the surface of reality because he knew he was dreaming, and since he was dreaming, reality really no longer held any appeal.
Slowly, his fingers began their descent down from his chest to just below his navel, stomach dipping slightly with a heavy intake of breath.
"Ju." Noel whispered, becoming restless. Julian's heart lurched at the breathy words, engulfed in a surge of arousal. "mmm" slender hips shifted, pressing against Julian's body. He held his breath as the pressure of the semi sleeping man now had firm contact upon his body. If he were to wake, he would know the full extent of his 'feelings'.
But Noel remained hovering between sleep and wakefulness, understandably exhausted from all that had happened. Somehow, knowing that he could have lost him today made that last barrier of uncertainty shimmer into moonlight unleashing a dull ache of longing. That warm sleeping body moved painfully and deliciously against his arousal; sultry lust reigned over Julian's thoughts. Fingertips trailed to the dark strip of fur below his navel and the arm propping him up slid beneath Noel's neck and wrapped around his chest. Julian closed the last breath of space between them and pulled that lithe form flush against his own. A moan elicited, louder this time, from a semiconscious mouth.
Julian held him tightly, almost willing him to sink beneath his own skin where he could keep him safe forever. Again, he buried his face in the thick raven tresses, tepidly allowing his lips to graze over the pale velvet of his neck. Julian's kiss vibrated with the rumble of the other man's moan, low and throaty. He could feel his own heartbeat pick up as those sighs turned to something more innate. Unexpected movement tensed him completely. A hand settled over his own resting just above the elastic of Noel's pants. The last whispers of sleep lost to the drift of summery breeze spilling in through the window.
"mmm, don't stop, that feels good." Emboldened and entranced, Julian moved back and pulled the other man around to face him. Aqua lit irises regarded him curiously and trusting. It was almost too much to bear. With one hand resting on a narrow hip, the other tangled in black fringe, he let his body explain to Noel all the things he felt. He wasn't going to rely on words to portray the intensity of his feelings. Letters, sounds, they couldn't convey what force lie behind them.
Noel let one of his knees slip between Julian's legs and brought his hands up to play with the front of his shirt. Julian's thumb stroked Noel's jaw as he brought up the last bit of courage he owned into his limbs and moved to gently press his lips against perfectly warm and yielding ones. The room exploded.
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He really hadn't remembered why he had ended up in Julian's bed. All he knew is that he was lulled out of an indulgent dream by coarse shivers thundering through his body. Strange, incoherent thoughts filtered in, he didn't want to wake. The dream he was in filled him with sensations so intense, no conscious memory could compare, even with all the people he'd been with before.
Strangely, with each moment that brought him round, the waves of pleasure increased. Noel found himself wrapped in Julian's arms; a place he'd fantasized about being in without ever considering the meaning. The actual bliss was something that he could never have imagined. Julian, his Julian, was clutching onto him, doing wicked things that were impossibly innocent and sinister together. Afraid that if Julian knew he was awake, he'd stop, he tried to remain quiet but evil fingers played across his skin. He shifted, the shivers threatening to wrack his body.
Pressed so tightly against the other man, Noel could feel Julian's erection, how painfully aroused he was, yet still trying to be gentle. Julian caressed his hand down the front of his flat stomach and continued further. Oh my god, he felt a wild slow burn as the first breath of a kiss singed just where his shoulder and neck met. Undeniably just as aroused, he couldn't stop the moan escaping. There was no point in hiding behind the cover of sleep. He covered the hand shocking him with electricity with his own.
And it happened as he thought it would. Julian froze. So insecure of what should be happening between them. Noel didn't really blame him, never realizing the potential of all those daydreams that he'd passed off as normal but meaningless, never realizing he wanted this strange erotic man until he'd seen the way Julian had wanted him. But the spell could not be broken now, not like the last time.
"mmm" his sinful moan filled the tension with laces of enchantment. "Don't stop, it feels good." Noel shivered both at his words and Julian's fiendish touch, wanting him to know how pleasurable it was to have those strong northern hands so certain against his skin. He needed him to keep going. But the warmth was gone; arms vanished leaving an unwanted chill in their wake. Before bitter disappointment could slake the thrill, a strong grip was on his arm and suddenly he was face to face with this person he'd seen everyday yet had never seen before at all. There was confidence, beauty, adoration and a dark lust that had gone unsatiated for far too long all blazing inside sorrel eyes. It was so new and dominant he felt, for the first time, he wasn't in control.
Needing physical contact, Noel thrust his knee between Julian's, lacing them together. He wanted to feel Julian's body reacting, was reveling in the intoxication of that straining arousal he'd fueled. Slightly trembling, his hands secured to the front of Julian's shirt, separating him from an expanse of tawny skin.
Julian's thumb brushed along the corner of his mouth, tracing the line of his jaw. In the next breath infallible lips seared into his, branding him with a kiss so hot, so perfect that for a moment, and hour, and eternity, there was nothing else. This was not a stage kiss, or a press kiss, or a drunken night out kiss. It was real.
Not really wanting or able to keep it gentle, he was ready to concede to the sleeping desire that had been somnolent all these years, waiting for him to wake up and relinquish control. That's what he did; he loved Julian, wanted him and was going to make sure he knew it.
Their tremulous kiss exploded into a wild clash of broken restraint and unleashed ferocity. Julian braided his fingers through onyx silk and parted his lips. Noel, taking the invitation, deepened the kiss; sliding his tongue against Julian's, both men shivering at the new contact. Polished fingers finding their way to the bottom of the other's shirt and slipping beneath. Noel tugged and broke their connection only to pull the shirt over Julian's head.
Exploring the golden skin now on display, Noel committed every millimeter to memory with eyes and hands. Soon, his own shirt discarded, Julian ran his large hands up his bare arms, down his chest and back up again, thumbs stopping to brush against his throat, relishing the flawlessness of the ivory canvas. Breaking the kiss, Julian's lips left a burning trail down to where his hands were playing. Noel moaned loudly as his head fell back, grip tightening around surprisingly large forearms. "Julian." teeth grazing, breath coming in pants, Julian knew he wasn't going to last much longer and he didn't fancy getting off in his own pants.
He rolled over on top of the smaller man and kissed his way down, lingering on his collarbone then down the smooth planes of his chest. He stopped to tease rosy nipples. They hardened as he brushed his tongue over them mercilessly paying equal attention to both. Noel arched his back up, moaning loudly, and buried his hands in curly brown locks. All too soon, he moved lower, tongue tracing around his navel as thumbs hooked the sides of his pants and slowly drew them down. Noel lifted his hips, goosebumbs dancing on his skin as the cool air caressed his overheated erection that was now exposed. Julian growled at the delicious sight, admiring the smooth milky thighs and thick hard cock between them. He had no idea what he was doing, but turned animalistic and less gentle. He grazed his nails down those creamy white thighs, leaving faded pink marks in the perfect skin. Moans poured out of the other man and their eyes connected as Julian drew him into his mouth. Noel's hands making tight fists in the sheets moans turned to loud gasps.
"Oh god, Ju." it was incredible. Julian moved his mouth up and down, tongue swirling around the head and down his shaft. Noel thrust his hips instinctively as the pressure began building. "Yes, oh god Ju." he moved his hands from quivering legs, one slid up and played again with his aching nipples and the other, down to stroke Noel's tightening balls, feeling them becoming heavy, he squeezed and increased his speed.
"Want more." came an erotic whisper from the man beneath him. Julian's stomach flipped and his extreme erection twitched. Shaking hands pulled him up and he found himself staring into nearly black pupils. "Julian, I want you." Noel pulled Julian up and kissed him roughly, using the distraction to disrobe the rest of the northerner before his self consciousness could protest. With unsuspected strength, the smaller man threw Julian down and rolled on top, switching positions. Julian seemed to be holding his breath, glancing down at the man on top of him just in time to see his length disappear into a wet hot mouth. Arching off the bed, there was no pleasure comparable to this. A wild moan shook from his chest as shiny lips moved up and down, cheeks hollowed, eyes closed in euphoria.
Julian could feel it building in the base of his spine, the single most intense orgasm he would ever have. It vibrated into every cell. And then... it stopped. As indulgent as the act had become, he opened his eyes to find Noel climbing his way up his body, straddling him. Their engorged cocks slippery, rubbing together.
He needed to be back in control, this was still his courage that had brought them here, and he knew where this was going. He gripped Noel's shoulders and brought them face to face, delivering slow, seductive kisses as he again switched places. Julian shifted his hips so he was lying right between his lover's thighs. He brought his fingers up to play across red swollen lips and Noel pulled them into his mouth, sucking greedily. Julian lifted himself up and Noel wrapped his legs around his waist to keep him from moving, but Julian had no intention of moving. He brought the slicked fingers down to play with Noel's entrance.
Noel gasped and tightened his grip as the digits slid in further. "God Ju, what are you doing to me." he whimpered as Julian rhythmically moved in and out. Too soon, he withdrew his fingers smiling at the disappointment on his lover's face. He positioned himself carefully, brought his lips to Noel's ear and whispered "I love you" as his pulsing cock entered. Noel's lips locked onto Julian's as he bucked his hips up to match each thrust.
Julian slid in and out, each time going deeper.
"Oh, Yes." Noel cried out as he broke the kiss, arching up off the bed. Julian slid his hand between their bodies and stoked Noel's swollen cock to the rhythm of their thrusts. A guttural cry escaped red lips and he crushed them to his own. Pleasure forced surrender as Noel came hotly into Julian's hand and onto both of their stomachs.
Feeling the muscles clench around him, he came simultaneously deep inside his lover. Unable to hold himself up, he collapsed onto Noel's chest, shivering from the intensity. Tremors passed through one another as if their nerves were connected. The gravity of what transpired between them clung to glistening skin, and they lie there together as erratic heartbeats returned to normal.
"I love you too." Noel wasn't sure why he hadn't said it before when he had felt it all along. But now it seemed fitting enough. Chestnut curls tickled his chest and strong arms locked around his waist. He let his fingers get lost in those curls stroking them almost absentmindedly.
They stayed like that, content. Moonlight cast a halo on sable hair and stars sparkling in love struck sepia eyes until consciousness faded into a dream shared between two lovers: where the serenity of bliss erased all the horrible memories until all that was left were two complimentary heartbeats and a perfect kiss.