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booshslashhavenTitle: Bloodbeat RPS
Pairing: Noel/Julian, Julian POV
Summary: End of live tour, Noelio is slagging it up, Julian is grumbly.
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citrikacid
Word Count: 1,011
Rating: R
Warning: mention of drug use, sexy times, Slag!Noel.
Disclaimer: Not true, no offense meant etc.
Author’s Notes: Recycling an old bit of fic I found on my hard drive, I'm just being environmentally friendly!
After our final gig in Aberdeen, we quickly head over to some generic club to start the festivities and celebrate our end of tour. Noel, already on the sunken dance floor, has appeared to have taken a cocktail of sorts. I can’t say I’m pleased; this more than limits the amount of fun I can have, because who knows what he’ll do when he’s like this. Ticked off, I finish my drink and collapse down on one of the back couches. At the other end of the table there is a feast of interesting drugs, but I deny myself, thinking of Noel. I not-so-charmingly grab a joint from someone and stare angrily at Noel. His jerky movements should look silly, but they remain resolutely graceful and I suddenly feel envious of his ability to pull off anything.
I take in a lungful of smoke and lean back. My gaze wanders over to Mike up behind the raised podium, ready to be worshiped by the crowd below. He plays the ultimate pusher, providing everyone with the one thing they crave above all else. I make out a small smile twisting on his lips as he reaches for the next record. It’s Gary Numan; Noel must be under his surveillance as well. As the song starts up, Noel lets out a cheer and starts to work himself up to a frenzy, dancing even faster - if that is at all possible at this point. Arms thrown high over his head, his true preference becomes clear as he dances with anyone and everyone. A sharp inhale, and I slide down in the cushions, feet up on the low table. Caging him between my knees I watch, already scouting out the few who may not be so eager to accept his advances. I try to keep on edge, ready to jump up and defuse the situation with my words, if not, fists. However, that doesn’t seem to be the case at the moment, though, for Noel is currently wrapped around some girl. It isn’t pretty but she certainly is. I sigh out smoke and feel petty for sitting here feeling jealous. Times like this I hate Noel, I hate that I feel responsible for him. Yet as much as I hate him, I need him. I can hardly wait for his pretty face to contort with pain as the effects wear off. The thought comforts me and I smile sadistically, but a niggling little thought at the back of my brain reminds me that I will more than likely be there ready with more pills, the helping kind, and water. When that fails, I’ll distract him with slow kisses until he forgets.
I get engrossed by the lights for a while and I jump when I feel warm breath on my ear.
"Missed you. S’not the same without you," Noel breathes, hot and slippery. He’s perched next to me on the couch, scorching body pressed up against my side.
"Come dance with me, Ju. Want you." His lips crush against my neck. Not so much kissing so much as licking; it’s not very sexy so I push him away, still pissed at him. He pours himself into my lap instead, sweaty fringe and forehead pressed against my own. His hands search, desperate over my body, looking for what he needs. He finds it in my hand. I refuse to let go of the joint, for I know he won’t give it back, and I’ve grown quite fond and friendly with it. Noel grips my wrist with both hands bringing it to his mouth and taking a long drag. My heart breaks, as with each intake it grows shorter. I jerk my hand away. My eyes become lost in the bizarre pattern of his shir. I spend too much time wondering what those shapes could possibly be and he bites my lips to reclaim my attention. I stare at him hazily.
"C’mon Julian, want to have fun," he pleads, grinding down against my groin. He kissed me then, tongue entering my mouth. I grimace at the unexpected taste.
"Who’d you blow in the toilets, Noel?" I roll my eyes in frustration. The taste is wiped off my mouth and tongue onto the back of my hand in disgust.
"No one, he was no one. Just some bloke," Noel continued to whine against my jaw, he looked a bit distraught at my disappointment and redoubled his efforts on my skin, “Imagined it was you. He didn’t like that much.” Noel lost his insane smile for a moment but quickly recovered it as he began to pick the buttons of my shirt undone. It’s then that I notice the reddened skin above his cheekbone and I know I’ve failed in my task for the night. I tense and grab Noel roughly around the neck, pulling him in for a kiss. This time I savour the flavour and let it fuel my anger before painfully pushing him away and avoiding his eyes.
He presses a few quick needy kisses along my ribs, tonguing along my hips before slipping through my thighs to floor. He eagerly unfastens my trews and swallows up my cock. I groan and reach for his hair. Shadows fill in the hollows of his cheeks as he stares up at me, glassy eyes flickering about my body, carefully watching my reaction. My fingers lace through his hair, encouragingly. I frown when I feel a small spot devoid of hair. Fuck, that cunt had been rough. Noel whimpers when my curious fingers press against it and I bite my lip as I come. He gets up, curling back into my lap after tactlessly wiping the corner of his mouth. His eyeliner is smudged with sweat and his fringe hangs together in clumps over his eyes. Noel continues to lap at my neck but I offer up no response and he huffs and he pulls away and he returns to the dance floor looking for someone else to please, my possessive eyes continuing to track him.
Pairing: Noel/Julian, Julian POV
Summary: End of live tour, Noelio is slagging it up, Julian is grumbly.
Beta:
citrikacidWord Count: 1,011
Rating: R
Warning: mention of drug use, sexy times, Slag!Noel.
Disclaimer: Not true, no offense meant etc.
Author’s Notes: Recycling an old bit of fic I found on my hard drive, I'm just being environmentally friendly!
After our final gig in Aberdeen, we quickly head over to some generic club to start the festivities and celebrate our end of tour. Noel, already on the sunken dance floor, has appeared to have taken a cocktail of sorts. I can’t say I’m pleased; this more than limits the amount of fun I can have, because who knows what he’ll do when he’s like this. Ticked off, I finish my drink and collapse down on one of the back couches. At the other end of the table there is a feast of interesting drugs, but I deny myself, thinking of Noel. I not-so-charmingly grab a joint from someone and stare angrily at Noel. His jerky movements should look silly, but they remain resolutely graceful and I suddenly feel envious of his ability to pull off anything.
I take in a lungful of smoke and lean back. My gaze wanders over to Mike up behind the raised podium, ready to be worshiped by the crowd below. He plays the ultimate pusher, providing everyone with the one thing they crave above all else. I make out a small smile twisting on his lips as he reaches for the next record. It’s Gary Numan; Noel must be under his surveillance as well. As the song starts up, Noel lets out a cheer and starts to work himself up to a frenzy, dancing even faster - if that is at all possible at this point. Arms thrown high over his head, his true preference becomes clear as he dances with anyone and everyone. A sharp inhale, and I slide down in the cushions, feet up on the low table. Caging him between my knees I watch, already scouting out the few who may not be so eager to accept his advances. I try to keep on edge, ready to jump up and defuse the situation with my words, if not, fists. However, that doesn’t seem to be the case at the moment, though, for Noel is currently wrapped around some girl. It isn’t pretty but she certainly is. I sigh out smoke and feel petty for sitting here feeling jealous. Times like this I hate Noel, I hate that I feel responsible for him. Yet as much as I hate him, I need him. I can hardly wait for his pretty face to contort with pain as the effects wear off. The thought comforts me and I smile sadistically, but a niggling little thought at the back of my brain reminds me that I will more than likely be there ready with more pills, the helping kind, and water. When that fails, I’ll distract him with slow kisses until he forgets.
I get engrossed by the lights for a while and I jump when I feel warm breath on my ear.
"Missed you. S’not the same without you," Noel breathes, hot and slippery. He’s perched next to me on the couch, scorching body pressed up against my side.
"Come dance with me, Ju. Want you." His lips crush against my neck. Not so much kissing so much as licking; it’s not very sexy so I push him away, still pissed at him. He pours himself into my lap instead, sweaty fringe and forehead pressed against my own. His hands search, desperate over my body, looking for what he needs. He finds it in my hand. I refuse to let go of the joint, for I know he won’t give it back, and I’ve grown quite fond and friendly with it. Noel grips my wrist with both hands bringing it to his mouth and taking a long drag. My heart breaks, as with each intake it grows shorter. I jerk my hand away. My eyes become lost in the bizarre pattern of his shir. I spend too much time wondering what those shapes could possibly be and he bites my lips to reclaim my attention. I stare at him hazily.
"C’mon Julian, want to have fun," he pleads, grinding down against my groin. He kissed me then, tongue entering my mouth. I grimace at the unexpected taste.
"Who’d you blow in the toilets, Noel?" I roll my eyes in frustration. The taste is wiped off my mouth and tongue onto the back of my hand in disgust.
"No one, he was no one. Just some bloke," Noel continued to whine against my jaw, he looked a bit distraught at my disappointment and redoubled his efforts on my skin, “Imagined it was you. He didn’t like that much.” Noel lost his insane smile for a moment but quickly recovered it as he began to pick the buttons of my shirt undone. It’s then that I notice the reddened skin above his cheekbone and I know I’ve failed in my task for the night. I tense and grab Noel roughly around the neck, pulling him in for a kiss. This time I savour the flavour and let it fuel my anger before painfully pushing him away and avoiding his eyes.
He presses a few quick needy kisses along my ribs, tonguing along my hips before slipping through my thighs to floor. He eagerly unfastens my trews and swallows up my cock. I groan and reach for his hair. Shadows fill in the hollows of his cheeks as he stares up at me, glassy eyes flickering about my body, carefully watching my reaction. My fingers lace through his hair, encouragingly. I frown when I feel a small spot devoid of hair. Fuck, that cunt had been rough. Noel whimpers when my curious fingers press against it and I bite my lip as I come. He gets up, curling back into my lap after tactlessly wiping the corner of his mouth. His eyeliner is smudged with sweat and his fringe hangs together in clumps over his eyes. Noel continues to lap at my neck but I offer up no response and he huffs and he pulls away and he returns to the dance floor looking for someone else to please, my possessive eyes continuing to track him.
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