booshslashhaven | Diary of and Electro Boy Part Two -RPS

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Title: Diary of an Electro Boy-RPS Part two
Pairing or Characters: Noelian
Summary: Things get a bit heated when Julian suggests a short break by the seaside.
Rating: R
Warnings: sex, bit of angst
Disclaimer: This is fictional and I am in no way linked to the boosh or their relations. I do not intend to offend and this is making no profit.
Author’s Notes: Thank you again to [Bad username or unknown identity:   ]who has been amazing as ever. I'm not used to writing slash so SORRY! Also the tenses get mixed during certain entries but that's cause Noel's rambling..honestly. *shifty eyes*
http://community.livejournal.com/booshslashhaven/582843.html link to part one.

We're going to the seaside! Julian's arranged it, says he's knackered and everyone's been moping about this week like misery guts 'cause we're missing the sun. I was dead happy when he said. So happy that Dave joked that I should probably do some breathing in a brown paper bag. The twat. I'll pack those sunglasses I got the other week that I really love. Oh my days, I'm dead happy, ain't been to the seaside for ages. Not in Britain anyway, knowing our luck it'll rain. Better not taint it. Ju says we're going somewhere in Kent to a quiet town where there ain't too many people save old biddies so we don't get mobbed. Only it looks like it's just me and Ju at the moment 'cause Dave says he's got something on and Rich wants to do his own thing so whatever, but I don't care. I ain't spent time with Ju on his own since we were writing for series three. Dee's off on tour anyway so she won't mind. I've spent all day sorting out what I'm bringing with me, we're only going for three days but this is Britain, pack for all weathers. And we'll have to go out and get zonked at least once. Even if it's only in the old local. 'Cause Ju's genius when he's shitfaced. He proper tries to hide it at first, whilst his face goes all ruddy and he holds his head up and tries to act normal but then gradually his eyes go slant and his mouth gapes open. Gets really silly as well. I like it when Ju's silly too. Obviously.

We're leaving tomorrow morning quite early and Ju's coming to pick me up so I best get to bed otherwise he'll be pounding down the door and I'll answer in me boxers and he'll look all flustered and pissed and I'll have to put up with an entire car journey with Mr Grumpy Boots. When we used to tour in the van Ju used to get cross sometimes and no one would speak for ages, sometimes for the whole journey. It was worse because it was mostly the pressure of him having to do all the driving and the navigating 'cause I'm useless at that lark. It was real awkward those times. And Dave and Rich would make small talk whilst Ju and I sat glaring in the front. Still, we always sorted it out. Usually I just wait for the right moment to get him on his own and we have it out. We don't really argue, it's just tiffs really, silly little domestic tiffs.

Oooh, the phone's ringing, I'll just be a sec.

HA! It was Julian telling me to go to bloody bed. I TOLD you, didn't I? Still, he's got a point. I've not even brushed me teeth yet.

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Well, today was a day and a half, I can tell you. It all started as it should. Or maybe not, 'cause I amazed myself, and Julian, probably, by being up, dressed, preened and packed, and even managed to open the door just as Ju was coming up the path. He looked at me like I'd just sprouted an extra head and asked me where his Noel Fielding was. Cheeky. We had a right laugh on the way up. Julian was all excited, too, said Julia and the nippers had gone to meet relatives so he didn't feel guilty 'cause she was practically pushing him out the door telling him he needed a break. I called Delia last night and she said I was to have one on her, apparently she's been having a right blast. Good on her. Anyway, we were just settling into the journey when CLUNK. Something goes wrong with Ju's car. He started rabbitting that it was nothing and it was probably okay, but I made him pull into the service station anyway 'cause I'm not dying on the fucking motorway. Turns out there was a thingy bob or something and we had to phone a mechanic. So then Ju gets narked and starts blaming fate for not letting him have a relaxing break and I told him just to chill, that it'd probs be sorted in a couple of hours and he told me I was being naïve. And I said I wasn't being naïve, just optimistic. And he said that was why I was constantly in a disorganised shambles. So I wandered into the service station 'cause he was beginning to piss me off with his patronising bullshit. As I was walking in, a little stroppily, perhaps, he yelled after me to ask where I was going, only he phrased it like I was about to walk into a sea of chavs with flickity knifes so I ignored him and he let out this really annoying sigh and slumped after me. We walked into the service station and after I'd calmed down and counted to ten I asked him if he fancied getting a coffee, and he said he supposed we should as the mechanic said he'd be about an hour or two.

Only we never got that far cause I was spotted by a gang of girls when we were queuing who squealed and started running over. Before I could even think of a plan to escape... because although I love our fans, it was really not the right time, Ju grabs me and whisks me away into the car park, dragging me behind this huge van to confuse the fans, who soon slugged off looking rather disappointed. And I know it's petty but he'd pulled my hair quite hard by accident where it caught in his jacket, and I might have been a bit wimpy but it REALLY hurt. So there we were stuck behind this van waiting for a mechanic and I had a sore head. I told Julian quite calmly and he said he was sorry but in a sarcastic nasty way that meant he wasn't so... well, I hit him round the head... It wasn't too hard and it was with my bag so it can't have hurt too much but I still fucking ran after the murderous look on Julian's face. I was crying, too, and Julian tackled me to the ground halfway across this little bit of grass were people were having their sandwiches. They stared at us in open-mouthed shock and perhaps vague disgust as we grappled about, me screaming and shouting and Julian hissing at me to shut the fuck up. He told me I was a silly, stupid, annoying tit who was of no use to anyone, and I called him a nasty, grumpy-arsed wanker who brought everyone down. Eventually he pinned me down and I looked up at him and then suddenly the anger was gone. He looked ever so sorry that I was crying and got his hanky out and wiped the tears off my face. I told him I was sorry about his head and then he said it was his fault for being a tit. And then we laughed. For ages. Mothers departed the area with their kids dragged behind them, muttering about lunatics. And we didn't mean it, really.

It was all good from then on. The mechanic was relatively prompt and we ended up at the seaside earlier than we thought. The hotel was really dainty and old fashioned but nice and clean with a big bath. We're sharing a room but we've got separate beds 'cause we sometimes write in the small hours. And we have separate beds. Yes. Separate. Obviously. Of course. We dumped our stuff and went straight to the beach and ran about in the sea for a bit but didn't swim because it was still a bit chilly. Julian chilled with his book and I attempted to make a sandcastle but it was difficult without a bucket and spade. Julian offered to buy me a set and I nearly said yes before looking up and catching the amused raised eyebrow and got all embarrassed and declined. It ain't fun when you have to act like a grown up all the time.

We had dinner in this little Italian restaurant, only I had a salad, which Julian scoffed at. I told him about Dee and the pop tarts and he said she was winding me up and that I look fine, which I was chuffed about, so I had a tiramisu for desert, podge be damned. I got a bit intimidated in the loos 'cause some bloke was sat on the bog with the door wide open grinning up at me. So I left and told Julian who thought it was hilarious and the more shocked I look the more he laughed at my face until I stopped pouting and started laughing too. The bill was surprisingly cheap despite all the wine we'd managed to tipple on and Julian had a minor panic attack when he thought he'd lost his key - which provoked more giggles and by the time we entered the quiet corridor our room was on we were practically pissing ourselves with silent laughter. For some reason everything seems funnier when you've got to be quiet.

Ju used the bathroom first cause he was sleepy and I always take a bit longer. Sure enough he looked a bit sleepy when he came out and by the time I was done he was totally conked out. Bless him. I gave him a quick kiss on his whiskers and he told me to bugger off, which I giggled at 'cause he'd caught me out. I lingered a bit beside his bed 'cause it was nice watching him so at peace. He opened his eyes and looked at me for a few minutes. And then I got all hot and uncomfortable so I just said, "NaNight, Ju!" and turned the light by his bed off and scampered off to mine. After a few seconds he returned it.

And now I'm a bit more than a little confused.

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Shit.

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I've got to write this down otherwise I'm going to implode. Basically everything's screwed. Majorly. Only maybe not, I don't know. But it's not the same, that's for sure. I should have picked up on it from the start.

Basically everything started off fairly normally. Julian was up before me, as usual, and shouted at me for about ten minutes to stop being a lazy git and get the fuck up. I only did get up once he'd stolen me covers and threatened to tip my root booster down the drain. The git. We had breakfast in this little café and Julian laughed at my grumpy morning mood, not taking it seriously at all, which is just as well 'cause I was just huffing for the sake of it. We had a wander around the little town and found some amazing little quirky shops and I bought a couple of shirts and Julian spotted an old vinyl he fancied, and then we chased each other around on the beach for hours cause Julian had bought a beach ball which became the source of our entertainment for far too long - mainly because it had a ridiculous smiley face on it.

I made friends with a little girl whilst Julian sat and read his book again. She was about seven and had no one else to play with so I taught her how to make a castle and a moat. She was dead fun, only she didn't stop long 'cause her mum wanted to knock off, so I went to pester Julian again and he got a bit miffed 'cause he was into his book until I told him he was being anti-social. He raised his eyebrows at me but then consented to go for a walk. We walked up the coast for a bit chatting and then went back to the hotel to chill out.

I had a long soak in the bath while Ju had a little sleepy. When I came out he was looking at me again like he did last night. And I suddenly became conscious of the fact that I was wearing nothing but a towel and began to root quickly through my suitcase to find some clothes. And that's when it all kind of started.

He must have sneaked up behind me because the next thing I know he's got his arms around me hugging me from the back. I tensed up a bit and laughed and asked him if he was ok. He didn't say anything at all. Then I felt it. The change in the air. The prickles. Slowly he starts to move his hands up my bare arms, up and down really slowly, his fingers just brushing my skin. Then I dropped the clothes I was holding... and my body just, like, took over and I leaned back into him. The next thing I know he's got his lips on my neck and he's kissing me there. I don't know how I didn't freak out but my heart was banging against my ribcage so hard I thought surely Julian must be able to hear it. But he didn't say anything, just kept pressing his lips to the nape of my neck and then he's leaning over me and kissing my collarbone. The towel bunched under my arms started to slip and my breath came out all ragged 'cause I'd held it in for ages. This must have prompted something because Julian lets out this tiny growl and then his teeth sink into my skin, and I squealed and ripped myself out of his grip to turn around and look at him. He looked kind of on edge, not meeting my eye properly but there's this heat in his eyes, his hair flying about all over the place, so something in me breaks and I practically jump him. His mouth on mine, my arms flung around his neck and I'm pressed so tightly against him I think I'm going to shatter. He kissed me so violently I thought my lips were going to burst. But I didn't care because I wanted it. I wanted it so bad that I started making really desperate little moaning sounds in the back of my throat, and his hands where suddenly everywhere, down my back, tugging at my hair, on my arse, and then I realise what's happening. I'm naked and Julian's groping me. HA! OH MY GOD. WHAT? WHAT? Only I couldn't think. I couldn't think properly because it felt so good, so wrong but so fucking good that I got greedy. I had my hands halfway up his shirt and then he suddenly shoves me hard and I'm tumbling down on to my bed all disorientated. He looked at me then, whilst I was sprawled and trembling and so fucking horny I could barely breathe. He looked like I'd never seen him look before, like he'd never wanted anything so bad in his life - so much that it was hurting. And I thought, oh God Julian.

Cautiously he crawled on to the bed and leaned over me, taking my face into his hands, running his thumbs down my cheekbones and shaking his head like he was about to burst. That pained expression was driving me insane so I pulled him down to kiss him again, only it's a lot more frenzied this time because I practically rip his shirt off in the process. Then he's pinning me down and then his lips are on my nipples and he's sucking... and moving and... and oh god, I didn't want him to ever stop. Then his tongue is suddenly avoidingmy cock and well... it's sort of down there, if you know what I mean, 'cause he's spread my legs and he's licking and sucking and moving his tongue inside me and I couldn't believe what was happening just as much as I couldn't stop moaning and writhing. Just as much as I didn't want him to stop. And he went on for ages, ages and ages, like he couldn't help himself, like it was turning him on so much to have me all messed up, and then I think, this isn't just a shag, is it, Noel? This is a fucking porn film.

After a while he sensed that I was reaching the edge so he pulls off me and sits up and starts to undo his jeans. I just stared up at him, wide-eyed - shocked, but not in a bad way. Not in a bad way at all. My hair was stuck to my forehead and I'm dripping in sweat, practically glued to the sheets. His eyes are softer now and he kneels there naked staring down at me, with a bit of kindness now, and I know he's letting me lead now, and I pulled him down to lie on his back while I started to make my way down his chest with my lips because I needed to taste him. I know it sounds clichéd but I wanted to let him know how good it feels. I wanted to watch him writhe and moan. And he did. Oh god, did he. And his cock was so easy to suck because somehow it felt right. It fucking felt right, ok? And although I'm crying now, at that moment I felt like the most beautiful person in the whole world because Julian was moaning for me.

But it wasn't enough. I told him and he looked at me, because it was the first time either of us had dared to speak. I told him I wanted him to crawl inside me. I know it's dirty but I don't care. His eyes widened and he let out this little involuntary moan before sitting up and wrapping himself around me, hugging me close. Not possessively this time. And he's saying, "Shit." Over and over again.

What happened after I'll not forget. He practically did crawl inside me, as much as he could. My whole body aches from the effort of all that thrusting, the rhythmic rocking that sent me spiralling with every second. And I think... Julian's inside me... he's fucking me-he’s touching me. Oh Jesus. And that was it. Heaven... heaven heaven heaven oh god julian I love you I love you I love you.

There was silence after that. I crawled back into the bathroom without a word and started the shower, and I just sat under it, for ages, 'cause I didn't know what I was meant to be thinking or feeling.

When I came out Julian had left.

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