"Julian?" Blair called softly from the entrance of her loft, simultaneously unzipping and removing her leather jacket. She could easily dress down at an early Thanksgiving dinner surrounded by relatives, it was only Clay's family that she cleaned up for. Afterwards she'd stopped at a couple parties, wondering if her troubled friend was still hopping from one to another. No sign. "Julian!" The model yelled a bit louder, making her way further in, and made a point to check her bedroom first. Though they were dim, lights were on, and the static of a small TV feet away could be heard.
Naturally Blair found her friend there, face down in a pillow, his nearly naked body sprawled down the center. It wasn't rare to find Julian crash at the loft most nights, though the visits weren't consistent. Blair pulled the chain to a lamp nearby, eyes showing her obvious curiosity to his condition. She wouldn't be surprised if he woke up, wide eyed paired with heavy breathing. Lately this was Julian's common state, which Blair was struggling to handle nearly on her own. The closer she stepped to the bed, the better she could observe. He looked like a boy to her again, though his face wasn't quite as pale and there was no sign of moisture on his forehead, as she'd seen a few times now.
The brunette slumped down next to him, pulling off her simple black and white converse with a quiet sigh. She had nearly no energy to change clothes, which added to the fact they were comfortable anyway. The model pulled herself into place on her side next to him, stuffing one hand underneath a fluffed pillow, the other laying limp over her hips. Disturbed by the movement of the bed, Julian gave a grumbled groan and small smack of his lips, eyes remaining shut for the moment. Blair watched his eyes shift behind their lids, and then noticed the comforting rise and fall of his chest.
"Hey, Juls?.." Her voice softened to a whisper, not wanting to startle him. Regardless, Julian's eyes blinked a few times before opening, and his body jumped, then quickly he recognized the familiar face. And there it was, her friend's sweet, innocent, and lopsided smile. Blair had seen it countless times before, yet it always managed to bring a returning smile to her lips. Hers curved on the edges, but it was weak, and between the two they knew why. It had never been verbalized, but the brunette felt they rested on the same level of understanding without doing so.
"Hi." Julian's light, airy voice fed her a small, reassuring statement. "You look tired." Blair stated. Her friend's eyes were heavy, only half open, but from what she could spot. insignificantly dilated. As exhausted as she was, the model made a point to examine the small, many times obvious side effects. It seemed to her he must have been sleeping for hours, hence why usual acquaintances couldn't give the brunette ideas as to where he might have run off to during her earlier search. "Thank you for letting me stay here." Julian responded with a mumble. "What are friends for?.." Blair was sincere, even if her tone lacked a certain enthusiasm or hope.
Blair's eyes fluttered closed for a brief second, then back open to find Julian's smile expanding. If she wasn't mistaken, she recognized pure adoration in his big, brown puppy eyes."What?.." She murmured, cheeks flushing a bit at his constant stare. And then, before she could repeat her question, Blair felt rough, dry lips meet hers. Her first thought was one of panic and shock, hardly expecting such a gutsy move from her old friend. Oddly enough, the kiss felt right, though desperate, in the moment, so her mind ran willingly blank. For weeks now Blair's thoughts of Clay and their old rendezvous began dissipating, which only made it easier to touch Julian the way she wanted to.
Absolutely no words were needed, their bodies simply fell in sync together. At first they were naturally hesitant, careful, and gentle. Julian worked to roll himself on top of the brunette, and his lips traveled south from hers to bury his face in her neck. Blair's mouth dropped open an inch as his nipping sent a warm rush throughout her body, and soon she found her hands sliding down the valley in his lower back.
Julian pushed his hips repeatedly against hers, unintentionally teasing through his boxers, and worked both himself and his friend up enough to cause heavy, hot breathing. After another minute, Julian quickly pulled off only Blair's skirt, and next his boxers as he made sure to give her plenty. He pressed rough kisses down her neck, to the cleavage on her chest, her fingers tangling in his hair with slight tugs.
Without warning he slipped inside her, creating a slow rhythm between the two. Julian thrust deep, not fast, and laid his face back in her neck, resting it there. The dead silent air which filled the loft now frequently greeted moans, sharp, feminine whimpers and quiet yet low groans. A couple times Blair lifted her legs further into the air giving him better access, and as they later approached and reached their finish, the brunette dug her nails into his shoulder, far more vocal than Julian.
Afterwards she subconsciously focused on calming her breathing, and her body fell limp on the bed underneath them. Julian rolled back to his spot in bed, face down once more, and draped his left arm over her shoulders. He seemed content and only a few seconds ticked by before he passed out again. Blair, however, lay awake, and as soon as her mind began to run again, she felt a mix of confusion and guilt. If Clay were to ever find out what she'd just let happen, the friendship between the three would take a turn for the worst.
The model's head slumped to the side, watching Julian sleep for a minute. A part of her didn't mind that they'd slept together, in regards to the relationship between only them. Clay had left for college, she had no obligation towards him. And Julian seemed lonely, he needed her, and now she truly needed him.
Finally, after about an hour of mindless staring at the ceiling, body covered tightly by the sheets on her bed, Blair's eyes shut and she drifted. She'd rested her head near his, and listened only to the sound of his surprisingly steady, heavy breathing. It soothed her, satisfied her, and with that satisfaction she was able to sleep.