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booshslashhavenTitle: Dont Think
Pairing: Noel/Julian (and Noel/Dee & Julian/Julia)
Summary: Twice Noel and Julian went on holiday, and once they did together. At home.
Word count: 800~
Rating: NC17
Challenge: Challenge #24 - Holiday
Disclaimer: I do not own Noel and Julian, and they don't even know this story exists.
A/N: Beta-ed by the brilliant![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Paris, and Noel races up the stairs of the Eiffel Tower. Snow falls on his dark hair as he looks over the city; the scattered streets, the beautiful buildings, ancient and filled with beeping PCs. The entrance to Versailles, where he and Dee spent the previous day bouncing around the gardens scoffing Mars Bars, is guarded by a metal detector.
Noel loves it. He can see so far over the vine-draped, cobbled rooftops from here, and in the distance sits the other part of Paris, through the white cloud of snow. It’s blurry, but it’s brown. Brown, boring and full of offices. The financial sector, or something like it, Noel thinks. He laughs as he takes a bite of his crepe that has long since gone cold.
It’s almond and chocolate filled, apparently. But he reckons it’s just Nutella.
Dee catches up to him, mayonnaise around her mouth as she scrapes the bottom of her cardboard bucket for the last of her chips. Her arms wrap around his waist and she looks out over his shoulder, her breath crystallising in the air.
They kiss like you do in Paris, then Noel's phone buzzes in his pocket. A moment later he is thrilled that he bothered to register for international roaming, because it’s from Julian.
***
Julian feels like some sort of mutant as he walks back to the hotel, hand in hand with Julia. They're held together by a slick of sweat, and he's not sure where he becomes perspiration and the perspiration becomes her. They both have a tyke strapped to their chests and they really must look like some strange four headed beast. Julian loves it.
The sand is red underfoot, the sky is red as the sun goes down, and Uluru glows red somewhere in the distance. The place where they are staying is quite blue; there's a pool and a personal spa to each room. A blue aero-guard stick sits on his dressing table, but he's covered in mosquito bites anyway. Little red specks all over his sunburnt arms.
Tomorrow Julia will go swimming, and he'll sit next to the pool and read his book. Arthur and Walter will sit on his lap, and he'll read to them, even if they don't understand or care about Steppenwolf. Then he'll climb into the pool, and the twins will take turns to be dunked, laughing, into the perfectly cool water.
Julian fishes around in his pocket for the keys to the hotel door, just as a text beeps in his pocket. His fingers close around his phone as he pushes the door open and for a few moments he forgets about the Australian landscape behind him as he punches the tiny keys, his attention entirely devoted to Noel.
***
Home, and Julian's fingers dig into Noel's hips, leaving red marks. Noel is fiddling desperately with Julian's shirt buttons, lips at his neck, equal parts soft kisses, lips, tongues, teeth. With every button that finally slips undone, Julian feels like he's closer to Noel, who's rubbing his erection, emerging from drainpipes that he can't even be bothered to take off, against Julian's.
Checkered shirt falls to the floor in a heap, and Noel begins work on Julian's trousers, dragging them down, and kicking Julian's shins to get him to lift his legs, one by one.
"Need lube?" he asks when Julian is completely naked in front of him, one finger twirling teasingly around the entrance of Julian's arsehole. The presumptuous twat.
"Yeah," Julian gasps. "That would be good, thanks."
Noel is already pressing his finger up, twisting it like a corkscrew. He pushes it in and out of Julian for a few moments, a shallow fuck just to hear him whine, then turns to jog over to the bedroom to find the bottle of lube.
Julian is left against the wall, legs spread. His eyes are open, but he doesn't see the room around him. When Noel comes back, his eyes flick to him, and he moves forward, striding over.
"Don't move," Noel says, already drenching his fingers in the slippery liquid he carries. "Stay there."
"No," Julian replies, and comes to stand in front of him and kiss him.
They kiss for a long time, and Noel forgets his hand is covered in lube when it comes up to wrap through Julian's hair. Laughing, and not breaking the kiss, he shuffles Julian around so the top of his thighs bumps against the armrest of the couch, and pushes.
Julian falls backwards, and feels ridiculous as Noel fingers him; his legs sticking up in the air, his bum perched up on the arm rest. They fuck like that, Noel thrusting into him as he stands next to the couch, and Julian lolls back into the cushions, looking up at his friends face, hair falling over his eyes.
Julian forgets about everything for a moment, then. After all, what else is a holiday for?
Pairing: Noel/Julian (and Noel/Dee & Julian/Julia)
Summary: Twice Noel and Julian went on holiday, and once they did together. At home.
Word count: 800~
Rating: NC17
Challenge: Challenge #24 - Holiday
Disclaimer: I do not own Noel and Julian, and they don't even know this story exists.
A/N: Beta-ed by the brilliant
plain_jane08 Paris, and Noel races up the stairs of the Eiffel Tower. Snow falls on his dark hair as he looks over the city; the scattered streets, the beautiful buildings, ancient and filled with beeping PCs. The entrance to Versailles, where he and Dee spent the previous day bouncing around the gardens scoffing Mars Bars, is guarded by a metal detector.
Noel loves it. He can see so far over the vine-draped, cobbled rooftops from here, and in the distance sits the other part of Paris, through the white cloud of snow. It’s blurry, but it’s brown. Brown, boring and full of offices. The financial sector, or something like it, Noel thinks. He laughs as he takes a bite of his crepe that has long since gone cold.
It’s almond and chocolate filled, apparently. But he reckons it’s just Nutella.
Dee catches up to him, mayonnaise around her mouth as she scrapes the bottom of her cardboard bucket for the last of her chips. Her arms wrap around his waist and she looks out over his shoulder, her breath crystallising in the air.
They kiss like you do in Paris, then Noel's phone buzzes in his pocket. A moment later he is thrilled that he bothered to register for international roaming, because it’s from Julian.
***
Julian feels like some sort of mutant as he walks back to the hotel, hand in hand with Julia. They're held together by a slick of sweat, and he's not sure where he becomes perspiration and the perspiration becomes her. They both have a tyke strapped to their chests and they really must look like some strange four headed beast. Julian loves it.
The sand is red underfoot, the sky is red as the sun goes down, and Uluru glows red somewhere in the distance. The place where they are staying is quite blue; there's a pool and a personal spa to each room. A blue aero-guard stick sits on his dressing table, but he's covered in mosquito bites anyway. Little red specks all over his sunburnt arms.
Tomorrow Julia will go swimming, and he'll sit next to the pool and read his book. Arthur and Walter will sit on his lap, and he'll read to them, even if they don't understand or care about Steppenwolf. Then he'll climb into the pool, and the twins will take turns to be dunked, laughing, into the perfectly cool water.
Julian fishes around in his pocket for the keys to the hotel door, just as a text beeps in his pocket. His fingers close around his phone as he pushes the door open and for a few moments he forgets about the Australian landscape behind him as he punches the tiny keys, his attention entirely devoted to Noel.
***
Home, and Julian's fingers dig into Noel's hips, leaving red marks. Noel is fiddling desperately with Julian's shirt buttons, lips at his neck, equal parts soft kisses, lips, tongues, teeth. With every button that finally slips undone, Julian feels like he's closer to Noel, who's rubbing his erection, emerging from drainpipes that he can't even be bothered to take off, against Julian's.
Checkered shirt falls to the floor in a heap, and Noel begins work on Julian's trousers, dragging them down, and kicking Julian's shins to get him to lift his legs, one by one.
"Need lube?" he asks when Julian is completely naked in front of him, one finger twirling teasingly around the entrance of Julian's arsehole. The presumptuous twat.
"Yeah," Julian gasps. "That would be good, thanks."
Noel is already pressing his finger up, twisting it like a corkscrew. He pushes it in and out of Julian for a few moments, a shallow fuck just to hear him whine, then turns to jog over to the bedroom to find the bottle of lube.
Julian is left against the wall, legs spread. His eyes are open, but he doesn't see the room around him. When Noel comes back, his eyes flick to him, and he moves forward, striding over.
"Don't move," Noel says, already drenching his fingers in the slippery liquid he carries. "Stay there."
"No," Julian replies, and comes to stand in front of him and kiss him.
They kiss for a long time, and Noel forgets his hand is covered in lube when it comes up to wrap through Julian's hair. Laughing, and not breaking the kiss, he shuffles Julian around so the top of his thighs bumps against the armrest of the couch, and pushes.
Julian falls backwards, and feels ridiculous as Noel fingers him; his legs sticking up in the air, his bum perched up on the arm rest. They fuck like that, Noel thrusting into him as he stands next to the couch, and Julian lolls back into the cushions, looking up at his friends face, hair falling over his eyes.
Julian forgets about everything for a moment, then. After all, what else is a holiday for?
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Date: 2009-02-22 08:58 pm (UTC)and the mental image of Julian's warm sunburnt arms does things to me. errrrrr.
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Date: 2009-02-23 05:39 am (UTC)Mmmm, me too, a little. Uhn, I should know better. Damn that ozone hole!
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Date: 2009-02-22 08:58 pm (UTC)Sort of makes mine look rubbish, in comparison. Which reminds me, I need to send that off to the beta...
Anyway, yeah, it made me smile from beginning to end!
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Date: 2009-02-23 09:32 pm (UTC)It don't mean a thing if you ain't got that ring...
Hot. Like Australia!
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Date: 2009-02-24 04:24 am (UTC)It was kind of cold today, in Melbourne at least.
Thanks!
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Date: 2009-02-23 05:20 pm (UTC)There was a lovely bittersweet, tender quality about this. There's angst but it's wrapped in a blanket and smothered slightly. Very nice.
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Date: 2009-05-13 08:22 pm (UTC)haha great fic! =]
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