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booshslashhavenTitle: Strange Powers
Pairing: Noel/Julian
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2704
Warnings: Voyeurism? Excessive sappy affection.
Disclaimer: Don't own these people, of course.
Summary: Julian falls in love. A door is very conveniently left ajar to serve the plot. Set during a few different eras, mostly during the baby boosh years, when Julian and Noel lived together in Edinburgh.
Author's Note: Title and lyrics at the beginning are stolen from the Magnetic Fields. I apologize for the randomness/rush of this story, I just want to post it and get it out of my life at this point. I'm not a very patient writer. It's fluffy RPS like the other one. Next time I want to branch out into Howince or Dan/Jones or something. But school kills so i don't know when my next fic will be.
Posting this at 2am I hope it's coherent.
our hair in the air
our lips blue from cotton candy
when we kiss it feels
like a flying saucer landing
and i can't sleep
cause you got strange powers
you’re in my dreams
strange powers
There was a time when they used to live together. Julian remembers it with amusement, chagrin, and sometimes (when he’s getting maudlin) an odd sort of reverence. Because this was the time when he and Noel became whatever it was they were to each other. It wasn’t something he anticipated or asked for. Just suddenly one day, Julian turned around and realized that Noel’s mismatched socks, his cowboys boots, the receipts he’d doodled on and his bags of sweets were all here to stay. All of those things belonged to Noel, and anything that belonged to Noel belonged to Julian.
He remembers his slow realization and his terror. He had spent the rest of the afternoon chainsmoking and pacing, nervously picking up objects at random and putting them down somewhere else. He stopped when he realized that once Noel got back to the flat he would bitch about where the teabags had gone and why his shoes were by the refrigerator.
Julian had always liked to have a certain amount of privacy, which is what made the whole thing so startling. He hadn’t even noticed what was happening, how he had stopped being himself, Julian, and started being some creature that everyone referred to as NoelandJulian.
He closed his eyes and lit another cigarette, leaning back now and forcing himself to relax. The fact was, he thought with some resignation, that he and Noel were made of the exact same material, but cut into different shapes. Wherever he caved inward, Noel expanded; each making up for what the other lacked. Together they just clicked into place. And he just wasn’t able to snap them in half again - wasn’t sure he really wanted to.
* * *
The problem with denial is that once you realize and accept one sort of emotion, it makes it difficult to continue to ignore the others.
Yes, he thought Noel was attractive, but so did lots of people. Noel wasn’t flawless but he was compelling, and in the long run that was what you needed. Julian had seen plenty of beautiful people who were lifeless; as they got older their looks faded, they were just ordinary. But Noel was born to be noticed. He would be charming people well into old age, Julian knew this with unshakable certainty.
Anyway it’s not like he meant for it to happen. They were blokes, and they lived together and Julian knew it was only a matter of time before they caught one another wanking. He’d anticipated this moment.
Okay, he maybe hadn’t anticipated it giving him the biggest hardon he’d had in his life.
At first it was just a noise in the dark that he couldn’t place, which made him curious. He rose and moved silently into the hallway, Noel’s tiny bedroom directly across from his own. The door had a broken latch. If Noel ever needed absolute privacy he propped it closed with a chair, but it was almost always a few inches ajar.
As he got closer, Julian began to realize what was happening. This was the point when a normal person would have removed themselves from the situation. But him, well, his brain and all his limbs seemed to freeze. He thought wildly, incoherently, that Noel must be doing this on purpose. That the broken latch was part of some cruel seduction plan. But if Noel was conscious of an audience, he didn’t let it show. Julian held his breath and tried to will himself to turn around, but he was mesmerised. It wasn’t long before Noel tensed and came, his eyes squeezed shut and moan muffled by the arm he had thrown over his face. Julian shifted further behind the door, ready to duck out of the way if caught.
Somehow the hottest thing of all was the way Noel whimpered at the comedown, slumping down boneless and trembling slightly, his legs obscenely spread wide. He’s come all over his own stomach and Julian really should be feeling more disgusted about that, shouldn’t he? At the very least he shouldn’t be wanting to lick it off as much as he does.
He retreats without a sound and gets no sleep the rest of the night. He might have to start rethinking some basic principles.
* * *
There were plenty of things that he learned about Noel while they lived together in Edinburgh. Example: Noel was pretty fucking cute when he had just woken up. Julian wouldn’t admit this out loud though, not until years later. It was one of the days spent writing the second series. They had sat across from each other on the sofa, and Noel foot kept working its way up Julian’s leg to distract him. Somehow the topic of sleeping had come up, and Julian had mentioned it off-hand. Predictably Noel had demanded an explanation, but the best comparison Julian could manage was, “You look like a baby deer.” (which sounded moronic even to him).
“Come again? Ju, are you saying I’m bambi-esque? That’s a word, innit? Cause it should be.”
Julian ignored him and struggled to continue, “You know...when people wake up they usually look like zombies stumbling around, can’t open their eyes-”
“The fuck are you-”
“But you,” and at Julian’s tone Noel shuts up, smiling expectantly. “But you are like...it’s like your head wakes up before your body does. Your eyes get all big but you’re never sure if your limbs are ready to cooperate. I don’t mean stumbling about though...you move all carefully. Like your testing out a set of wobbly new legs every day. It’s fucking weird I’ve never seen anyone act quite like that except for you.” Noel is smiling at him now like he knows a secret, which is making Julian feel nervous. “But okay yeah it’s....it’s bambi-esque I guess.” Julian frowns, feels the need to add, “That’s not a word, Noel.”
He didn’t know quite what to say after that. It didn’t feel right to go back to talking about the show, about anything ordinary. The atmosphere had shifted after his admission, the room was quiet. He glanced back up and saw that Noel was still smiling at him knowingly, but his eyes were almost sad.
There was one foolproof way Julian knew to dispel tension between them, and he pulled his legs from where they were tangled with Noel’s and moved over him. He kissed Noel soundly and slid one hand down, grasping the familiar curve of his arse. Noel pressed against him and when Julian pulled back, he noted with satisfaction that Noel’s eyes had darkened and the sadness in them was replaced with lust.
Moving their papers and the laptop out of his way, Julian lowered himself down, pushing Noel’s shirt up and off his head, then unzipping his trousers but leaving them in place. He put his hands around Noel’s waist, wincing at how thin he’d gotten. Julian rested on his elbows and smoothed one hand over Noel’s stomach. He took his time, stroking the skin and the sparse hair. He traced the outline of Noel’s ribs with his tongue, and bit gently at his soft pale belly. Noel squirmed, a combination of arousal and the tickling of Julian’s mustache. He was getting impatient too, whispering Julian’s name like a question.
Julian didn’t look up though. He fit his thumbs into the indents at Noel’s hips, wondering at how large and rough his hands looked in comparison. Noel was so small, he thought. It was strange how this one body could contain all that madness and energy. His thumbs rubbed circles, feeling the jutting bones and firm stretches of muscle. If he laid his head on Noel’s chest he would be able to feel the thin ribcage move with every breath, Noel’s heart hammering erratically like it would fly out of his chest.
When he finally looked up Noel’s eyes were fixed on him; he probably hadn’t looked away from Julian once since this began. Noel’s face was flushed and no one had gotten anywhere near to touching his cock yet. At the sight of his face, Julian felt a familiar possessiveness grip his heart.
He bent and mouthed Noel through the thin fabric of his pants, letting him feel the wet heat then pulling away. Noel breathed in sharply. “You’re a bastard,” he pants, but he’s laughing a little. Julian’s pretty sure he’s forgiven as soon as he pulls Noel free and takes him in his mouth with no more preamble. Noel feels heavy against his tongue. Julian has to reach down and unzip himself, relieve some of the pressure. Heat is coming off of Noel’s body in waves, and he’s making breathy and ragged noises. Julian can feel his own dick leaking.
He glances up and Noel is still looking at him intently. Noel bites his lip when they make eye contact, and Julian wants to smirk a little because he knows how hot it is to watch someone between your legs with their mouth full. Julian pulls off him to grab one of Noel’s hands and place it at the back of his head. His voice is hoarse so he whispers his request: “Hold me still, yeah?”
Noel’s eyes widen and his hand tightens in Julian’s hair. He grips the sofa to steady himself and thrusts up. Julian relaxes his throat against the instinct the gag, and it’s worth it for the desperate way Noel cries out. He bucks again and Julian watches him move. Noel’s body is tense. His thighs are trembling slightly with the effort but he keeps Julian steady while he fucks his mouth. Julian can see none of the fragility of before, when Noel had seemed so thin and breakable underneath him.
“Ju, yeah I - fuck, Ju” Noel’s voice is more breath then sound, which means he’s close. “Oh god. You feel...”
But Julian never finds out how he feels because Noel’s fingers tighten in his hair as a warning right before he comes, gasping. Julian swallows around him and pulls off, wrapping his arms around Noel’s waist and holding tightly until he stops shaking at last.
It doesn’t take long for Julian to come after. Noel knows all his buttons, reaching down to jerk him roughly and slowly before speeding up. He feels the heat of Noel’s mouth at his throat and jaw, then teeth tugging at his earlobe. He comes hard, mouth open but making no noise.
They decide not to write for the rest of the day.
* * *
Julian keeps his mouth shut for three months after the whole...wanking thing. It was startling enough to realize he was slightly (or really, completely) in love with his best friend. The logical next step was probably gay sex, but he needed some time to process first.
They came home half-drunk that night and Noel somehow missed the chair he tried to sit in, laying down on the kitchen floor in the end. He was trying to make Julian laugh by singing pop versions of famous heavy metal songs, but was too drunk to get all the lyrics right.
Julian sits down next to him on the floor, carefully spacing himself at least three linoleum tiles away from where Noel’s head rests.
“Juliaaannn. Julian, Julian. Julian...you are perfect” Noel is slurring, but his eyes are serious (and only slightly unfocused, Julian notes hopefully).
“Thanks,” he manages to say derisively. “Any reason you’re bringing this up?”
Noel sits up and grins languidly. “I know you-” and he pokes Julian, hard, in the chest with one finger, “You know- and we, we’re the same. You are perfect. And you know what? So am I!” and he giggles and giggles and looks so much like an excited child that Julian smiles. “What are you talking about?”
Noel just laughs and leans forward. He puts one hand on top of Julian’s head, not ruffling his hair or even petting him, just resting it there. His palm is very warm and heavy, the thumb hangs over Julian’s forehead and presses slightly against the spot between his eyebrows.
“Ju?”
“Hmmm?” Noel is suddenly much closer than Julian was prepared to deal with. He tries to ignore the proximity.
“Well, I would like to double-check something...while we’re here,” Noel gestures like the kitchen floor is a kind of board meeting room.
“Go on.”
“Don’t laugh. You know that you can’t ever leave, don’t you? Not - not ever.” Noel looks at him, expecting reassurance.
Julian pauses, but not for long, and when he answers his voice is suddenly very quiet. “That’s right. I can’t.”
He hadn’t meant to whisper it like that, and he certainly didn’t mean to kiss Noel right after the words were out of his mouth.
Noel makes a surprised noise. He lets himself be kissed but doesn’t respond, only moves his hand from from the top of Julian’s head to the back of his neck, Julian pulls away, astonished and a little mortified. Noel keeps hold of his neck though, and he can’t go far.
Noel blushes, he blushes, and Julian blinks three times to make sure he isn’t imagining it. Noel isn’t smiling though, in fact Julian can’t read his expression at all. The room is silent, and dread begins rising up like bile in his throat. Before he can backpedal, Noel’s gaze turns from where it was intently studying the kitchen tiles.
“Ju.” His voice was quiet, he seemed to have sobered up completely in the space of about two minutes. “I --” he stopped, swallowed. “...I wasn’t ready.”
For a second Julian didn’t have the faintest idea what he was talking about.
“I was hoping...usually I’m - I’m a better kisser than that. So. Could you maybe...do it again?” Noel is meeting his eyes now and Julian can tell how scared he is, an expression he’s not used to seeing on that familiar face.
In that moment he wants to tell Noel everything, convince him that fear is the last thing he should be feeling. Tell him that he was right, that they’re perfect, that Julian never thought this moment would happen and now, now it’s here. But it’s hard to say things like that, even to people you love. It’s hard to make them sound the way you want them to sound. So Julian just does what he’s asked. He presses Noel against the dishwasher and kisses him again.
* * *
That was years ago now. Julian is older than he ever imagined himself being, he and Noel are very different people. But even when they changed, they changed to fit around each other.
There was a moment when he realized that he would always want Noel, would follow him anywhere, would love him for the rest of both their lives. He had been afraid of losing himself in NoelandJulian. But he wasn’t a different person with Noel, he was just himself, perfected.
Even these days, when they hadn’t talked for weeks, at whatever the distance, that feeling persisted. Noel persisted. He was a part of Julian, hidden away but undiminished.
And it worked because Noel always came back; from his parties, his photo ops, and his famous friends. The moment Julian heard his voice again over the phone, saw his face, touched him again, he could feel them fit themselves back together. A key turned in his heart. Everything clicked back into place.
Pairing: Noel/Julian
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2704
Warnings: Voyeurism? Excessive sappy affection.
Disclaimer: Don't own these people, of course.
Summary: Julian falls in love. A door is very conveniently left ajar to serve the plot. Set during a few different eras, mostly during the baby boosh years, when Julian and Noel lived together in Edinburgh.
Author's Note: Title and lyrics at the beginning are stolen from the Magnetic Fields. I apologize for the randomness/rush of this story, I just want to post it and get it out of my life at this point. I'm not a very patient writer. It's fluffy RPS like the other one. Next time I want to branch out into Howince or Dan/Jones or something. But school kills so i don't know when my next fic will be.
Posting this at 2am I hope it's coherent.
our hair in the air
our lips blue from cotton candy
when we kiss it feels
like a flying saucer landing
and i can't sleep
cause you got strange powers
you’re in my dreams
strange powers
There was a time when they used to live together. Julian remembers it with amusement, chagrin, and sometimes (when he’s getting maudlin) an odd sort of reverence. Because this was the time when he and Noel became whatever it was they were to each other. It wasn’t something he anticipated or asked for. Just suddenly one day, Julian turned around and realized that Noel’s mismatched socks, his cowboys boots, the receipts he’d doodled on and his bags of sweets were all here to stay. All of those things belonged to Noel, and anything that belonged to Noel belonged to Julian.
He remembers his slow realization and his terror. He had spent the rest of the afternoon chainsmoking and pacing, nervously picking up objects at random and putting them down somewhere else. He stopped when he realized that once Noel got back to the flat he would bitch about where the teabags had gone and why his shoes were by the refrigerator.
Julian had always liked to have a certain amount of privacy, which is what made the whole thing so startling. He hadn’t even noticed what was happening, how he had stopped being himself, Julian, and started being some creature that everyone referred to as NoelandJulian.
He closed his eyes and lit another cigarette, leaning back now and forcing himself to relax. The fact was, he thought with some resignation, that he and Noel were made of the exact same material, but cut into different shapes. Wherever he caved inward, Noel expanded; each making up for what the other lacked. Together they just clicked into place. And he just wasn’t able to snap them in half again - wasn’t sure he really wanted to.
* * *
The problem with denial is that once you realize and accept one sort of emotion, it makes it difficult to continue to ignore the others.
Yes, he thought Noel was attractive, but so did lots of people. Noel wasn’t flawless but he was compelling, and in the long run that was what you needed. Julian had seen plenty of beautiful people who were lifeless; as they got older their looks faded, they were just ordinary. But Noel was born to be noticed. He would be charming people well into old age, Julian knew this with unshakable certainty.
Anyway it’s not like he meant for it to happen. They were blokes, and they lived together and Julian knew it was only a matter of time before they caught one another wanking. He’d anticipated this moment.
Okay, he maybe hadn’t anticipated it giving him the biggest hardon he’d had in his life.
At first it was just a noise in the dark that he couldn’t place, which made him curious. He rose and moved silently into the hallway, Noel’s tiny bedroom directly across from his own. The door had a broken latch. If Noel ever needed absolute privacy he propped it closed with a chair, but it was almost always a few inches ajar.
As he got closer, Julian began to realize what was happening. This was the point when a normal person would have removed themselves from the situation. But him, well, his brain and all his limbs seemed to freeze. He thought wildly, incoherently, that Noel must be doing this on purpose. That the broken latch was part of some cruel seduction plan. But if Noel was conscious of an audience, he didn’t let it show. Julian held his breath and tried to will himself to turn around, but he was mesmerised. It wasn’t long before Noel tensed and came, his eyes squeezed shut and moan muffled by the arm he had thrown over his face. Julian shifted further behind the door, ready to duck out of the way if caught.
Somehow the hottest thing of all was the way Noel whimpered at the comedown, slumping down boneless and trembling slightly, his legs obscenely spread wide. He’s come all over his own stomach and Julian really should be feeling more disgusted about that, shouldn’t he? At the very least he shouldn’t be wanting to lick it off as much as he does.
He retreats without a sound and gets no sleep the rest of the night. He might have to start rethinking some basic principles.
* * *
There were plenty of things that he learned about Noel while they lived together in Edinburgh. Example: Noel was pretty fucking cute when he had just woken up. Julian wouldn’t admit this out loud though, not until years later. It was one of the days spent writing the second series. They had sat across from each other on the sofa, and Noel foot kept working its way up Julian’s leg to distract him. Somehow the topic of sleeping had come up, and Julian had mentioned it off-hand. Predictably Noel had demanded an explanation, but the best comparison Julian could manage was, “You look like a baby deer.” (which sounded moronic even to him).
“Come again? Ju, are you saying I’m bambi-esque? That’s a word, innit? Cause it should be.”
Julian ignored him and struggled to continue, “You know...when people wake up they usually look like zombies stumbling around, can’t open their eyes-”
“The fuck are you-”
“But you,” and at Julian’s tone Noel shuts up, smiling expectantly. “But you are like...it’s like your head wakes up before your body does. Your eyes get all big but you’re never sure if your limbs are ready to cooperate. I don’t mean stumbling about though...you move all carefully. Like your testing out a set of wobbly new legs every day. It’s fucking weird I’ve never seen anyone act quite like that except for you.” Noel is smiling at him now like he knows a secret, which is making Julian feel nervous. “But okay yeah it’s....it’s bambi-esque I guess.” Julian frowns, feels the need to add, “That’s not a word, Noel.”
He didn’t know quite what to say after that. It didn’t feel right to go back to talking about the show, about anything ordinary. The atmosphere had shifted after his admission, the room was quiet. He glanced back up and saw that Noel was still smiling at him knowingly, but his eyes were almost sad.
There was one foolproof way Julian knew to dispel tension between them, and he pulled his legs from where they were tangled with Noel’s and moved over him. He kissed Noel soundly and slid one hand down, grasping the familiar curve of his arse. Noel pressed against him and when Julian pulled back, he noted with satisfaction that Noel’s eyes had darkened and the sadness in them was replaced with lust.
Moving their papers and the laptop out of his way, Julian lowered himself down, pushing Noel’s shirt up and off his head, then unzipping his trousers but leaving them in place. He put his hands around Noel’s waist, wincing at how thin he’d gotten. Julian rested on his elbows and smoothed one hand over Noel’s stomach. He took his time, stroking the skin and the sparse hair. He traced the outline of Noel’s ribs with his tongue, and bit gently at his soft pale belly. Noel squirmed, a combination of arousal and the tickling of Julian’s mustache. He was getting impatient too, whispering Julian’s name like a question.
Julian didn’t look up though. He fit his thumbs into the indents at Noel’s hips, wondering at how large and rough his hands looked in comparison. Noel was so small, he thought. It was strange how this one body could contain all that madness and energy. His thumbs rubbed circles, feeling the jutting bones and firm stretches of muscle. If he laid his head on Noel’s chest he would be able to feel the thin ribcage move with every breath, Noel’s heart hammering erratically like it would fly out of his chest.
When he finally looked up Noel’s eyes were fixed on him; he probably hadn’t looked away from Julian once since this began. Noel’s face was flushed and no one had gotten anywhere near to touching his cock yet. At the sight of his face, Julian felt a familiar possessiveness grip his heart.
He bent and mouthed Noel through the thin fabric of his pants, letting him feel the wet heat then pulling away. Noel breathed in sharply. “You’re a bastard,” he pants, but he’s laughing a little. Julian’s pretty sure he’s forgiven as soon as he pulls Noel free and takes him in his mouth with no more preamble. Noel feels heavy against his tongue. Julian has to reach down and unzip himself, relieve some of the pressure. Heat is coming off of Noel’s body in waves, and he’s making breathy and ragged noises. Julian can feel his own dick leaking.
He glances up and Noel is still looking at him intently. Noel bites his lip when they make eye contact, and Julian wants to smirk a little because he knows how hot it is to watch someone between your legs with their mouth full. Julian pulls off him to grab one of Noel’s hands and place it at the back of his head. His voice is hoarse so he whispers his request: “Hold me still, yeah?”
Noel’s eyes widen and his hand tightens in Julian’s hair. He grips the sofa to steady himself and thrusts up. Julian relaxes his throat against the instinct the gag, and it’s worth it for the desperate way Noel cries out. He bucks again and Julian watches him move. Noel’s body is tense. His thighs are trembling slightly with the effort but he keeps Julian steady while he fucks his mouth. Julian can see none of the fragility of before, when Noel had seemed so thin and breakable underneath him.
“Ju, yeah I - fuck, Ju” Noel’s voice is more breath then sound, which means he’s close. “Oh god. You feel...”
But Julian never finds out how he feels because Noel’s fingers tighten in his hair as a warning right before he comes, gasping. Julian swallows around him and pulls off, wrapping his arms around Noel’s waist and holding tightly until he stops shaking at last.
It doesn’t take long for Julian to come after. Noel knows all his buttons, reaching down to jerk him roughly and slowly before speeding up. He feels the heat of Noel’s mouth at his throat and jaw, then teeth tugging at his earlobe. He comes hard, mouth open but making no noise.
They decide not to write for the rest of the day.
* * *
Julian keeps his mouth shut for three months after the whole...wanking thing. It was startling enough to realize he was slightly (or really, completely) in love with his best friend. The logical next step was probably gay sex, but he needed some time to process first.
They came home half-drunk that night and Noel somehow missed the chair he tried to sit in, laying down on the kitchen floor in the end. He was trying to make Julian laugh by singing pop versions of famous heavy metal songs, but was too drunk to get all the lyrics right.
Julian sits down next to him on the floor, carefully spacing himself at least three linoleum tiles away from where Noel’s head rests.
“Juliaaannn. Julian, Julian. Julian...you are perfect” Noel is slurring, but his eyes are serious (and only slightly unfocused, Julian notes hopefully).
“Thanks,” he manages to say derisively. “Any reason you’re bringing this up?”
Noel sits up and grins languidly. “I know you-” and he pokes Julian, hard, in the chest with one finger, “You know- and we, we’re the same. You are perfect. And you know what? So am I!” and he giggles and giggles and looks so much like an excited child that Julian smiles. “What are you talking about?”
Noel just laughs and leans forward. He puts one hand on top of Julian’s head, not ruffling his hair or even petting him, just resting it there. His palm is very warm and heavy, the thumb hangs over Julian’s forehead and presses slightly against the spot between his eyebrows.
“Ju?”
“Hmmm?” Noel is suddenly much closer than Julian was prepared to deal with. He tries to ignore the proximity.
“Well, I would like to double-check something...while we’re here,” Noel gestures like the kitchen floor is a kind of board meeting room.
“Go on.”
“Don’t laugh. You know that you can’t ever leave, don’t you? Not - not ever.” Noel looks at him, expecting reassurance.
Julian pauses, but not for long, and when he answers his voice is suddenly very quiet. “That’s right. I can’t.”
He hadn’t meant to whisper it like that, and he certainly didn’t mean to kiss Noel right after the words were out of his mouth.
Noel makes a surprised noise. He lets himself be kissed but doesn’t respond, only moves his hand from from the top of Julian’s head to the back of his neck, Julian pulls away, astonished and a little mortified. Noel keeps hold of his neck though, and he can’t go far.
Noel blushes, he blushes, and Julian blinks three times to make sure he isn’t imagining it. Noel isn’t smiling though, in fact Julian can’t read his expression at all. The room is silent, and dread begins rising up like bile in his throat. Before he can backpedal, Noel’s gaze turns from where it was intently studying the kitchen tiles.
“Ju.” His voice was quiet, he seemed to have sobered up completely in the space of about two minutes. “I --” he stopped, swallowed. “...I wasn’t ready.”
For a second Julian didn’t have the faintest idea what he was talking about.
“I was hoping...usually I’m - I’m a better kisser than that. So. Could you maybe...do it again?” Noel is meeting his eyes now and Julian can tell how scared he is, an expression he’s not used to seeing on that familiar face.
In that moment he wants to tell Noel everything, convince him that fear is the last thing he should be feeling. Tell him that he was right, that they’re perfect, that Julian never thought this moment would happen and now, now it’s here. But it’s hard to say things like that, even to people you love. It’s hard to make them sound the way you want them to sound. So Julian just does what he’s asked. He presses Noel against the dishwasher and kisses him again.
* * *
That was years ago now. Julian is older than he ever imagined himself being, he and Noel are very different people. But even when they changed, they changed to fit around each other.
There was a moment when he realized that he would always want Noel, would follow him anywhere, would love him for the rest of both their lives. He had been afraid of losing himself in NoelandJulian. But he wasn’t a different person with Noel, he was just himself, perfected.
Even these days, when they hadn’t talked for weeks, at whatever the distance, that feeling persisted. Noel persisted. He was a part of Julian, hidden away but undiminished.
And it worked because Noel always came back; from his parties, his photo ops, and his famous friends. The moment Julian heard his voice again over the phone, saw his face, touched him again, he could feel them fit themselves back together. A key turned in his heart. Everything clicked back into place.
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Date: 2011-02-01 07:57 pm (UTC)CHECK OUT THAT 100% PURE NEW ZEALAND!!!!! Fellow Jemaniacs unite.
oh and the fic is good too, LOL
"He was trying to make Julian laugh by singing pop versions of famous heavy metal songs, but was too drunk to get all the lyrics right." YES THIS I WOULD PAY TO HEAR THIS OMG.
"Julian pauses, but not for long, and when he answers his voice is suddenly very quiet. “That’s right. I can’t.”
He hadn’t meant to whisper it like that, and he certainly didn’t mean to kiss Noel right after the words were out of his mouth."
----dying from the Ju Hotness <3
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Date: 2011-02-02 06:04 am (UTC)hahaha thank you for reading + the lovely comment. I'm so glad you liked it!
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Date: 2011-02-01 10:21 pm (UTC)Bless you and your lover-ly writing.
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Date: 2011-02-02 06:05 am (UTC)thank you <3
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Date: 2011-02-01 11:30 pm (UTC)I love the way Noel says Julian's name; I always have. That seems to be a running them in this excellent piece of work. I'm also a huge fan of the "you can never leave" conversation; how much more descriptive can that be of two people's symbiotic relationship... Gorgeous gorgeous work.
This fic was far better than bambi-esque ♥
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Date: 2011-02-02 06:06 am (UTC)THANK YOU :)
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Date: 2011-02-02 06:14 am (UTC)*plus I totally meant "theme" above. It was a theme I enjoyed!
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Date: 2011-02-03 06:37 am (UTC)Julian is older than he ever imagined himself being, he and Noel are very different people. But even when they changed, they changed to fit around each other.
I remembered how much I LOVED that line. This is really one of my top favourite N/J fics I've ever read. Kudos to you, again :D
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Date: 2011-02-07 05:03 am (UTC)thank you for such a kind and thoughtful review, i am blushing like crazy over here. you are the best :D
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Date: 2011-02-02 05:36 am (UTC)So hot, so sweet.
I love it. c:
New favorite.
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Date: 2011-02-02 06:09 am (UTC)out of curiosity - you're on tumblr, right? i'm only mentioning it cause i'm annashake on tumblr, and i was really surprised by how many of us are on lj as well. (then again, i just got this lj, so what do i know).
i love you for this comment though, thank you again <333
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Date: 2011-03-09 05:21 pm (UTC)I am, I'm FuzzyPegNoir on Tumblr c:
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