I Can't Breathe: One.

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Title: I Can't Breathe. (Part 1.)
Pairing: Noelian
Disclaimer: Please dont sue me i've got so little to give!
Warnings: Age gap. Ref. to naughty things.  Ref. to violence. Tranny!Noel
Summary: After a long stressful day, Julian goes to a strip club to take the weight off, thats where he meets Porcelain.
A/N: Based somewhat on Heart Shaped Box by Joe Hill. 
thank you tonaddypants for le beta! :)


Julian knew he was ageing. He was reminded every day. The media, mainly. The history of younger girls he'd dated.
It had been a bad day. Tuesdays were always bad.
His recent strumpet, Georgia had left him, more so because he told her to after she forced a knife into her own hand because he'd shared a whole bottle of Jack Daniels with his ego, and yelled at her to get the fuck out of his house.
Julian used to be in a band. The biggest rock band since Black Sabbath. Now retired and living low in Camden.
He liked London best, he toured the world but London was his beat. There were a lot of his type of girls in London. Young. Attractive. A little bit Gothic.
Julian wasnt into all that Gothic stuff, but it interested him. He liked the stories and the personalities. He hadnt yet met a goth girl who hadn't had an encounter with the paranormal.

Normally on Tuesdays, Julian vacated to strip clubs, with a wallet full of cash and a bit extra for the ladies.
Only this Tuesday, he decided to walk on the other side, and slipped down the Soho streets to a gay club.
He hadn't been to this particular club in at least 9 years.
He ordered his first beer and sat at the end of one of the runways, which appeared to be a pane of frosted glass, held up by mirrored posts.
One of the boys, knife in hand, sank to his knees. His own eyes closed. He folded backwards until the back of his head was touching the glass and his thick, feathery black hair spread across the runway. Still on his knees.
He was quite possibly the transvestite of all the dancers and possibly the most dangerous. Most of the dancers used poles whips in their act, Julian noticed, this boy was the only gothic dancer.
He wore a white lolita dress, complete with thigh-high opaque white stockings and doll-like make-up.
As he flung the knife in the air, his eyes snapped open and he brought it down on himself, slicing open the dress.
Several men cheered.
But not Julian.
Gary Numan played I Can't Breathe, and what turned Julian on most, wasn't the way he moved, or the fact he was wearing only a g-string pulled up past his hard hipbones and those opaque white tights. It wasnt his pale athletic body or the way that when he looked at him, his stare was direct and unafraid.
It was the way his lips were moving, just barely. Julian doubted if anyone else in the room had noticed. He was singing to himself. Singing to Gary Numan. He knew all the words. That was the sexiest thing Julian had seen in months.

Julian raised his beer to the young man, only to discover he had an empty glass and no memory of drinking it.
He soon ordered another and he stood at the bar watching the young boy accept tips from randy homosexuals, all wanting a piece.

Later on, Julian learned from the boy with the knife, that his name was Porcelain and he was the clubs most popular dancer. It cost Julian one hundred for Porcelain to give his phone number and to tell him he'd been dancing about 3 years.
It cost Julian another hundred for Porcelain to tell him that when he wasnt dancing, he answered to Noel Fielding.

 

Comments

[bellemortex.livejournal.com]

Wow. This was really captivating!! There will be more right?? Please!!!! soon!!!

[natawie.livejournal.com]

thank you :)


yes there will be more :)

[remy-boosh-luv.livejournal.com]

Hooray For More!!

*opens a bottle of champaign*

Here have some champaign *hands you a glass*

xxx

[natawie.livejournal.com]

here have some champagne. the bubbles tickle your nose, make you randy!



HAAA!
sorry! i watched AD/BC for the first time yesterday.
you reminded me of that bit!

[remy-boosh-luv.livejournal.com]

i've never seen that :P

but i thought of the mighty boosh documentory at the end, where Bob pours champagne into the camera :L

but glad to remind you of it. :)

xxx

[natawie.livejournal.com]

you have to see it.
its the funniest thing ever apart from Boosh live 08.

Julian goes all northern when he says it so it comes out like 'Mek ya randi'



oh dear.
i hate hearing yorkshirians talk cos it always makes me go 'shit do i really sound like that.'
haaaaa

"here you go camera. this is as much yours as it is- yeaaaaaah there you go camera."

[remy-boosh-luv.livejournal.com]

Didn't see Boosh Live '08 either :(

I know how you feel, I live in a different country, and everyone keeps pointing out my "English Accent", you never realize you have one til it gets pointed out. :P

I watch the documentory aaaaaaallllll the time :P

xxx

[elektropixie.livejournal.com]

THANK GOD! I'm gonna need more of this!

[w0ndd3rl4nd.livejournal.com]

i want to quote bits of this, but they would all be obscenely long, let's just say i loved it! :}

[natawie.livejournal.com]

thank you :)

[thecatinthetree.livejournal.com]

Ooooooooooooooo, my intersest piques

[ibkod.livejournal.com]

Rubbish.