More Than: Dont Be A Stranger.

[natawie.livejournal.com]

Well seeing as though there was so much ruddy bickering about my previous fic (which i have now deleted to make you all happy!) I decided to just stick to my original idea of mini-fics based on the More Than series of adverts.

Title: More Than: Dont Be A Stranger.
Pairing: Noelian.
Disclaimer: Please dont sue me i've got so little to give!
Warnings: Swearing. Sexings. 
Summary: Julian doesnt realise how sexally inviting his recent string of ad's are, until a big haired transvestite dances infront of him.
Julians POV.
A/N: Thank you to my sexy irish Howard Moonnaddypants for the beta :) 
 

'Some things are so good you can't help busting moves'

I suppose, in a way, it's correct.
Noel was certainly proving that.
Noel Fielding. From his name you would presume- and I stress presume- that he is a man. But one look at him right now, right at this moment, and you'd see a very flat chested, slightly testosterone-driven woman.
Dancing around, with a silver wand in his hand, glitter in his jet black hair, wearing naught but long black and white striped socks and a pink tutu.

I had to stop watching.
Well, I didn't have to, but it would have been wise. But he moves just like the marionette he is. Swaying gracefully. Left right left.
Dancing to music apparently only he can hear.


He spun around and looked me dead in the eye. I tried to look away but for some reason I didn't.
His lips parted as he flashed me that cheeky cockney smile. "I caught you looking didn't I?"
Technically, yes he did. But I wasnt going to admit to that! "Just a coincidence."
I could tell he wasnt convinced, I wasnt entirely convinced myself. I believed myself that it was just a coincdence that he just so happened to be prancing about like a tit, semi-naked, making me want to touch myself, right infront of me. But on the other hand, I knew I was lying through my teeth and I HAD been watching and it WASN'T a coincidence that we looked up at each other right at that very moment.

"Why have you got glitter in your hair, Noel?" I question, watching it sparkle in the dim lighting. Mood lighting, prehaps?
"Its not glitter." Noel said, starting to dance again. "It's fairy dust."
I had to smile. It would have been a crime not to. I watched his feet. I watched his fancy feet. His fancy dancing feet. They looked surprisingly smaller in striped socks.

Fairy Fielding must have noticed how how glassy eyed I had become, because he turned around and asked; "Would you like to touch yourself?"
I'll admit, I was slightly taken back by this question. Mind you, I have many things on my body. It may have been 'Would you like to touch your penis?' or it may have been 'Would you like to touch your elbow?'. But If I know Noel- and I do- He meant my penis.
"No I don't." I hissed in my defence, I was lying again.
"Would you like me to touch it for you?"
Oh well, that I hadn't thought of. Would it be innapropriate to say yes?
When I looked back up at Noel he was stood infront of me, right infront of me, licking the corner of his mouth, the way he does.
It was so tempting. So tempting to reach up and touch his soft stomach. Sure, he had a bit of Christmas weight, but he fucking needs it. I say Christmas weight, I'm guessing it's a beer belly. Noel Fielding doesn't like food. He'd much rather live on coffee.
It was also tempting to take that 20 note out of my pocket and stuff it in the elastic of his tutu. But that might have been taking the piss a bit.

I was in a Film Four film once. Lucky Break. I only mention it because, I should probably take my own advice.
In one scene, I said to the leading lady; "Never fall for your co-star.. It'll end in tears."

Easier said than done Barratt.

Noel knelt down to my level. "Are you sure you don't want me to touch you?" He asked, touching me anyway.
Oh he does have a way with words that Noel Fielding! He's the kind of man who nods as he says 'Won't you?' which pretty much forces you to say 'Well I fucking am now, aren't I?'
"I'm sure." I nodded, trying to keep my erection down as much as possible. It was at that moment I noticed the blue glitter on his eyelids, shimmering the same blue colour his eyes were.
"Well... It doesn't feel that way to me." He said quietly.
Because he was holding it. Though the safe barrier, of course, of jeans and undercrackers.
He leant in close, the feel of his sweet breath on my ear was twice as arousing. Twice as nice. "How long... has it been?" He whispered into my ear, unzipping my fly. "2 years? 3 years?"
Cheeky fucker. And I would have said to him. Cheeky fucker, had it not been potentially risky to the state I was in and completely inappropriate to the situation.

It was his voice that did it for me, whispering, tormenting my ear brain. Deep, husky, mysterious (and obviously the fact his hand was firmly wrapped around my tromboner, quite distracting really).
"I've been waiting for this a long time," Noel admitted. "Truth be told, I want to know.. What.. It.. Tastes like." And he flicked his tounge across the top of my ear, forcing my voicebox to open out and set free a deep moan.

I was too caught up to say anything, I didnt want to spoil the moment, and besides, Noel was headed south for the winter.
It'd been a while since my last sexual act, let alone my last gob-job.
So long infact, my eyes rolled back in euphoria at the feel of Noel's warm, wet mouth, teeth grazing against tender skin, but it didnt hurt. Oh fuck no.

I searched for something, anything to grab onto. In the end it had to be the edge of the settee. My second hand covered my eyes.
I was trying really hard. Trying really hard not to embarass myself with an ejaculation. Noel was one of my closest friends, one of my best friends, the only man who will probably ever understand me. I was scared that once I shot that gun, it was all going to be over.
But he said himself, he said himself he wanted to-

"How much longer do you think you can hold on for?" Noel asked, flicking his tounge across the end, not abandoning me completely.
I didn't look at him. "I've held on for 5 years." I admitted.
I could tell he was smiling, I dont know how I knew, but I did.
"So let go." Noel whispered. "Let it go."
I took my hand down from my eyes and looked at him, somewhat attatched to me like he had a magnet mouth.

Just let it go? It was as easy as that.
To me, there was nothing more akward than that moment right after oral, once it was all over, and the other party is sat there, or stood depending on the receiver's height, with a mouthful of your sperm, not wanting to spit it out because it would be inpolite, not wanting to swallow it because the thought is enough to make them wretch.

Just let it go.
Just let it go.
The second I loosened my grip on the edge of the settee, I came. And it was possibly the best orgasm anyone had ever given me.
Once I'd got my sight back, Noel was already on his feet, leaning in over me while I begged for breath. Quite frankly a quivering wreck.
He flicked his tongue across my teeth. "I'm completely satisfied." He mumbled.
I let out a short snigger as he walked away. "Believe me, so am I."
"I'm good for something." He cooed, opening the bathroom door.
"Oh and Noel?"
He turned to face me, wiping the corner of his mouth with his thumb.
I smiled back at him. "Don't be a stranger."

 

Comments

[xnoir698.livejournal.com]

ooer. that was a bit... hot.

i like your style of writing, it's quite quirky, and very in character! well done (:

x

[natawie.livejournal.com]

;)

heee
thank you.
xx

[naddypants.livejournal.com]

Eeee more than.
:D

I LOVE YOU FLUFFYKINS!
LOL

Moar soon kinky butt.
:P
xxxxx

[gloryiscalling.livejournal.com]

That, my dear, is GOLD right there! ;)

I do love your style <3

[natawie.livejournal.com]

thank you :D

[silent-ivy.livejournal.com]

i dont know how you can write hot stuff and be so hillarious at the same time ;D

''Would you like to touch your elbow?'
and besides, Noel was headed south for the winter'

golden =D

[jewishkangaroos.livejournal.com]

Cheeky fucker. And I would have said to him. Cheeky fucker, had it not been potentially risky to the state I was in and completely inappropriate to the situation.

I think I took more enjoyment out of this line than was necessary.

This story was all levels of excellence.
I adore you.

[iluvvincenoir.livejournal.com]

Whoooop! MORE THAN! :D
AND Lucky Break! When he said that line in the film i thought exactly the same thing "You can talk Barratt!" lol
Bravura fic m'dear, can't wait for more!

[colabottles.livejournal.com]

I just said it and I'll say it again ;)
I LOVE YOUR STYLE OF WRITING
Not to mention that was very hot. Brilliant! ♥ -runs off to read the next bit-

[gracefulstalker.livejournal.com]

why'd you have to delete your previous fic?

[natawie.livejournal.com]

because everyone was accusing me of plagarism, and making assumptions that i was writing MPreg but i wasnt.
so i decided to make everyone else happy and delete it