Noel knew he wasn’t allowed what he wanted. But when what you want is only a pin’s width away, it’s difficult to resist.
The smell of cigarettes and whisky tantalised his senses as it carried on his breath; the smell was so Julian, and so perfect. His moist lips, held slightly apart, were irresistibly hanging just above Noel’s. He couldn’t hold back any longer. He leaned in and pressed his lips delicately on Julian’s, savouring the moment because he knew he would be pushed away swiftly and ridiculed afterwards.
He knew he’d never win Julian over, but he kept trying.