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[girlanachronizm.livejournal.com]

It was a looooong while ago, so I had to post a story one more time. It's a short one - won't waste too much of your time!

Title: Cleaning out the closet
Author: Girl Anachronism
Pairings/Characters: Noel, Julian
Rating: fun for the whole family
Word Count: 721
Summary: Noel hated throwing things away. Especially clothes.

Genre : a bit of fluff, with a touch of sexiness and a whiff of melodrama. The description is almost longer than the actual fic.
Notes: My very own ode to the sexiest bit of the (tighter) male body: the streak of bare skin right above the pants … it gets me purring.  This might later be turned into picfic …
Disclaimer: As a hardliner-communist, I believe all possessions should be shared. In other words, Noel and Julian are everybody’s.

 

 

Cleaning out the closet

Noel sighed. Dee had no idea what she had asked from him. “Oh, babes, when I’m gone, could you please sort out your wardrobe again – it’s getting pretty full and the room looks like a mess.”

He hated throwing things away. Especially clothes. Especially clothes that had so many stories to them …

***

“Those short t-shirts shouldn’t be allowed.”

“Hmm?”

Noel was too focused on the costume he was putting together, pins stuck between his lips, to answer Julian. Busy running up and down the bedroom, searching for scissors and comparing pieces of tissue to each other, he seemed the complete opposite of his mate, who was just passively lying on the bed, watching the action. Both of them were not doing what they were supposed to be doing, which was working on their newly commissioned radio series. There was far more important stuff at hand.

“Wait, I take that back. *You* shouldn’t be allowed to wear those short t-shirts.”

“What ?” Noel looked down, insulted. “It’s my look. I can totally pull it off.”

But when he saw the grin on Julian’s face, he understood that wasn’t what he meant.

“Maybe … if I pull them up a little higher …” he said, teasingly, while baring more and more of his abdomen, until his hipbones were completely visible above his low-riding jeans. “Like it better?”

Julian shook his head and groaned. “Don’t do that. I’m trying to work.”

“Am I … distracting you?” Noel asked with an innocent pout, running his fingers along the streak of exposed skin.

“Oh Fielding, you’re such a slut.”

Noel moved closer to the bed, his hips nearly thrusting into Julian’s face.

“Please, stop it?” Julian pleaded.

There was a glint in his eyes when he said: “Make me.”

That was the moment where Julian lost control and launched himself forward, fiercely, almost like a wild animal attacking his prey. In a bite-like motion, he was placing his lips on Noel’s side, kissing the vanilla, satin skin, devouring it with his hungry, lustful mouth. Noel gasped and closed his eyes, trying to suppress the giggles he’d normally get when he was touched in that rather sensitive area, and he let his head fall back. He stroked Julian’s messy hair and held his head, pressing it closer, while Julian was sucking on his flesh, lapping his belly with a big, wet tongue, nuzzling his bellybutton, rubbing his face along the line of his underwear.

Then, Julian was gone.

Noel caught his breath again and looked down, finding, to his surprise, a big smile on his mate’s face.

“What are you so smug about?”

Julian just pointed with his nose, so Noel had to bend over a little to see what was going on.

“Oh, man, you gave me a hickey!”

Now Julian could laugh: “I just made you stop, didn’t I?”

Measuring up the damage of the big, red love-mark, Noel shook his head. “Well, now I can’t wear these short t-shirts for a while, either.”

Julian laughed. “Or you can just tell you were attacked by a swan.”

“A swan with teeth?” Noel asked him. “People would never believe that. Swans love me.”

“Then you’ll just have to wear this …,” Julian scrambled the floor for the most hideous item he could find between the clutter of clothes, “… this big orange Christmas sweater for the rest of your life.”

“PUT. THAT THING. AWAY FROM ME !!!”

Of course, Julian immediately threw the thing in Noel’s face, who threw it back, so Julian threw it back again, so Noel tried to run, so Julian grabbed him, so they both fell on the bed and they wrestled for a while; Julian trying to put the Sweater of Horror on Noel, Noel screaming and fighting to escape. They only stopped when Noel got hold of a sleeve and ripped it straight off. They collapsed panting and lied side by side on the big bed.

“Maybe I could try a catsuit…”

***

Noel blinked and realized he was staring into the blank, clutching a t-shirt in his hands. One of them ‘too short t-shirts’, it was. He barely wore them anymore. Julian had never asked him why – he knew. They both did.

But he would never, never, be able to throw them away.

 

 

Comments

[gothimp.livejournal.com]

Sweater of Horror
LOL!

[graiae.livejournal.com]

I really liked this story. It seemed very innocent and yet true to life. I don't suppose there are any more stories from the closet...are there?

[wannabemod.livejournal.com]

I love this idea, the simplest of things are usually the most sentimental. This was adorable, thanks for writing and sharing :D

x.X.x

[leonleif.livejournal.com]

I'm with wannabemod on this one - a wonderfully simple idea beautifully extended!

[silent-ivy.livejournal.com]

cute as fuck :D lovely. and im with you on the tummy/snail trail area love.

[ex-rosegany.livejournal.com]

Aw, the last bit makes me so sad. Sad that Noel is hiding his lovely hipbones, and sad for one particularly unlucky man who must be missing them...

This was a cute, bittersweet piece, and I liked the clothing/nostalgia idea. Very fitting for Noel...


<3

[lucy-wolf.livejournal.com]

I also love that strip of flesh with the hipbones either side.
I love this story, it's so cute.

[girlanachronizm.livejournal.com]

Thanks for your lovely comments, you make me blush.
I also realized there might be more in this, so I can make this into a series - I've got all kinds of ideas already.
And when I get my scanner to work (or get my boyfriend to making the scanner work), there will be visual aids as well !

[jcheartsboosh.livejournal.com]

I have a lot of love for this, mainly for the swan with teeth and the christmas sweater. :D

But then you broke my heart a little with this...

'Noel blinked and realized he was staring into the blank, clutching a t-shirt in his hands. One of them ‘too short t-shirts’, it was. He barely wore them anymore. Julian had never asked him why – he knew. They both did.

But he would never, never, be able to throw them away.'

I very much enjoyed!

[pris-stratton.livejournal.com]

Your icon is so cute!

[pris-stratton.livejournal.com]

Aw that sweet. I don't really like getting rid of my clothing for the same reason.
“A swan with teeth?” Noel asked him. “People would never believe that. Swans love me.” Lol, so cute.

[pris-stratton.livejournal.com]

*that's

[vous-et-moi.livejournal.com]

this was so lovely! I think maybe you should do more short drabbles on his different bits of clothes he has to throw out.

Do it! Do it!

lol, if you want.

x x x

[awesometastic69.livejournal.com]

oh. my. GOD.
this is actually my biggest kink ever, i cannot thank you enough.
i demand it to be extended! & include pictures of said sexybits. ;D