booshslashhaven | Fruit Fic. (But Not Really)

For my own amusement. :P

Title: Summer Fruit. -OR- The Raw Side Of Serendipity.
Pairing: Noelian
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: It will melt your face. :P {X posted}

Noel accidentally found out about his latest fetish only a week ago. It happened during a late night of writing with Julian while Dee was on tour. Talk of plot lines and jokes had taken a turn for the more erotic, as they had a tendency to sometimes do. As a matter of fact, "Party" was a toned-down example of one such instance. A lot of that late night conversation didn't make it into the script, bu they had a fun time playing it out in the bedroom. And then again in the dressing room.

It started off with Noel's suggestion to reinstate Mr. Susan into the new series. Julian made a crack about his mirror balls, and then the whole thing went wildly out of control. Noel soon found himself backed up against the wall next to the door staring up at Julian's intense gaze-- his slightly calloused fingertips brushing at his cheeks and lips.

It was after the first three minutes of sloppy, passionate kisses when it happened. Julian, ever the more intense and dominate one, spun Noel around to dig his growing erection into the business end of his brand new drain pipes in a silent promise: Be good and this is yours to enjoy.

This move was one of their favorites--Noel enjoyed the feeling of helplessness, of giving yourself up to another human being. Julian enjoyed it when Noel would struggle playfully, forcing him to press harder against him and bury his face into raven hair that smelt of product.

But this time, Julian turned him roughly--cating him off gaurd and throwing him into the doorway--sharp hipbone crashing hard into the doorframe.

It hurt. Who was he kidding? It fucking killed. But it was the kind of pain that only contributed to his arousal. Not unlike the hot breath on his neck or the rough hands on his hips or the cock digging into his ass through new, still slightly stiff denim.

It was hot. Undeniably hot.

Later that night as they lay in bed, sweaty and exhausted, sleepy and sated, Julian noticed the bruise that was already beginning to form.

"Did I do that to you?!" he sounded genuinely shocked and concerned.

"Yeah." Noel couldn't help feeling enthralled by the tiny mark. It was ugly--starting out a light purple that looked more like periwinkle against his fair skin. But to Noel it was the most beautiful thing in the world. It filled him with a strange sense of pride and a dim glimmer of arousal as Julian brushed his fingertips over it.

He watched Julian with heavily lidded eyes as he dipped his head down to kiss it better. It was a chase and gentle kiss, but it was more pressure than the still tender skin could handle and the feel of Julian's lips and teeth pressing up behind them shot both pleasure and pain up Noel's spine and back down again.

"You bruise like a summer fruit, Fielding." Julian's words ghosted over Noel's hip and licked up his torso. "Wonder if you taste like one."

Noel moaned as Julian's tongue lapped gently at the bruise, teasing. "This he thought to himself "may even be better than leaving my boots on during sex."

The next morning was definitely interesting. Noel awoke to a searing pain burning through his hip, straight to the bone. He opened his eyes to find Julian, eyes still closed, rubbing his bruised hip. From underneath his palm, he could see the edges of an angry black and green bruise. Julian moved his hand towards Noel's stirring cock, eyes still closed but mouth working itself into a grin. His arm obstructed Noel's view of his new favorite physical attribute momentarily, Julian's hand making agonizingly soft contact with Noel's length.

Noel didn't know he'd been holding his breath until he let out gasping lungfuls of air at the sensation of Julian's rough thumb stroking circles over the head of his cock--his arm a heavy weight on his injured hip. Noel moaned low in his throat.

Julian's eyes popped open. "Good morning." He grinned, his voice heavy and thick. He lent down and gently kissed Noel. It was a slow and steady kiss, the kind one officiates when they're planning on spending a lot of time and effort on rendering their lover to nothing more than a writhing, moaning mass of desperate and needy nerve endings.

Noel pushed his body up--lips pressing hard against lips, chest against chest, hand against cock, arm against bruise. The mixture of pain and pleasure that shot through him made him moan loudly into his friends mouth.

Julian moved down the bed to better reach what he wanted when he noticed the bruise. "OH SHIT!" His eyes were as wide as Noel had ever seen them.

Noel looked down. It was black in some spots, deep green in the middle, and purple around the edges. It traveled the length of his entire hipbone. Julian looked up and Noel, meeting his loving gaze. "It's okay." he told him. "I actually quite like it."

Julian bowed his head and tried to stifle a laugh as he kissed a line from Noel's navel to his cock. "Is this going to be like the time you got me to pour hot wax on you? Or burn you with my cigarette?"

Julian was an easy target from his position between Noel's legs, so he kicked him playfully. He made a motion to put his leg back down on the duvet and thought better of it--instead, he wrapped it around Julian's neck, pulling him down closer to his cock.

"No. I think I like this better. And you're one to talk about kinks, Mr. Do-You-Think-Maybe-You-Could-Smear-That-Lip-Gloss-On-My-Collar-'Cause-I-Like-The-Risk!"

Julian laughed around Noel's cock--a sensation he'd not felt before, but also quite liked. Noel looked down at his mate. Julian had the most lascivious look in his eyes as he grasped Noel's hips. He was about to ask him what he was up to when Julian's grasp turned to grip and his fingertips felt like they were going to push right through the skin. Noel's hips bucked violently. Julian relaxed his throat to allow the further intrusion easily, bobbing his head faster and running a thumb over the bruise.

Noel gasped, shocked and hurt, and pleased. "Ju!" he gasped "more! I need more!"

Julian raised is head and nodded. He leaned over Noel to retrieve the lube from where they left it on the nightstand less than 24 hours ago.

Julian coated his fingers only to have Noel smack his hand. "Don't bother. Want it to hurt."

Julian smirked at his friend's tenacity and coated himself liberally, grasping Noel's hips again and marveling at the sound he made beneath him as he did. He took a deep breath, lined himself up, and plunged in, pulling Noel's hips towards his own as he did so.

Noel writhed beneath him and wrapped his legs around Julian's waist. "Hard!" he hissed through clenched teeth.

Julian's thrusts were jerky and rushed, his climax just around the corner. Seeing Noel in such a state was always enough to drive him off the edge. He took Noel's left ankle and placed it on his shoulder before leaning down over him--sweat-slicked chest meeting sweat-slicked chest.

Noel moaned and bucked his hips up in time with Julian's thrusts, meeting him halfway. His breath came in hot gasps and frantic pants.

Julian kissed him sloppily, needing the extra contact, craving it. He kissed his jaw, his neck. When he reached Noel's collarbone, he bit down hard, breaking the skin. Noel cried out, clinching around him. Nails biting into his back and sholder. It was all he needed.

"Why all covered up?" Julian's tone was cheeky, snapping Noel out of his fond remembrances. He was wearing two scarves to cover the bruised bite mark at his neck and every time he moved he winced at the pain his jeans caused his hip.

"Get fucked."