Cold Tiles and Roast Beef - Choose-Your-Own-Adventure Part 3
My apologies for taking so long to write this, but I was lost in a vicious cycle of boredom, writer's block and illness.
Title: RPS: Cold Tiles and Roast Beef
Pairing: Noel and Julian
Summary: Julian forgives Noel, but not before telling him off first!
Sitting on the bathroom floor, cradling a severely hung over Noel, was not how Julian had imagined the morning after their anniversary.
Word Count: 1975
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Mentions of drug use
Disclaimer: Unfortunately slavery has been abolished and thus I can never own Noel and Julian, no matter how many birthday cake candles I wish upon. I also don't make any money from this.
Author’s Notes: A super big thank you to
im_debafor curing me of writer's block and credit to her for the idea of the end scene. Also thanks to
planetbanjofor betaing once again! You guys are great!
You know the drill, comment with your choice!
( Part 1 )
( Part 2 )
“Noel,” Julian sighed, glancing away from his lover. Sitting on the bathroom floor, cradling a severely hung over Noel, was not how Julian had imagined the morning after their anniversary.
Julian momentarily reflected on their situation. There was no room for romance when Noel was involved and Julian was sick of it. He was sick of caving in to Noel’s every whim, sick of running after Noel like a parent after a five year old. He was Noel’s boyfriend, dammit, and it was about time Noel treated him that way.
“You missed our anniversary,” Julian said; not an accusation, but a statement.
“Ju, I’m sorry.” Noel rasped, his voice hoarse both from the previous night’s shouting and the morning’s acquaintance with the toilet bowl.
“You decided to go to a party rather than spend time with me.” Julian’s voice was strong and steady. Taking a deep breath, he shifted uncomfortably on the cold tiled floor, trying to find the exact words to express just how much Noel was hurting him.
“Julian…” Noel pleaded.
“I can’t keep doing this Noel. I can’t keep on taking a back seat to whatever shiny new thing catches your eye. All I’ve ever done is love you and support you. I do everything I can to make you happy but in return I get pushed aside like a toy that you’re tired of playing with.”
Noel could tell that Julian was at the end of his tether, so, quelling his urge to defend himself, he chose the more diplomatic route and offered an apology.
“Julian, I really didn’t mean to push you aside last night, and I’m sorry you feel that way.”
Surprised that he wasn’t throwing a hissy-fit, Julian looked at Noel, making note of his appearance. His eyes were dull and bloodshot, his hair was lank and lifeless and his pale skin was pulled taut over his high cheekbones. He looked pathetic and it broke Julian’s heart. Julian wondered where the lively man he had fallen in love with had gone.
“I know you didn’t do it maliciously, Noel, but that doesn’t help the fact that you shrugged off our plans for a party, or that you didn’t even remember that it was our anniversary in the first place.” Despite the harsh tone of his voice, Julian found his anger dissipating.
Noel shifted round until he was facing Julian, placing a hand on either side of Julian’s face and locking eyes with him.
“Julian, I’m truly sorry for missing our anniversary, I don’t know how I even forgot. The day I met you was one of the greatest days of my life, second only to the day we finally got together. I’d be lost without you, Ju. Why don’t you let me make it up to you, hmm?”
Cursing himself for not being able to stay angry, Julian smiled.
“You know, those were the best days of my life too,” Julian admitted finally, placing a soft kiss on Noel’s forehead, casting his mind back to the early days of their relationship…
“Great show Ju!” Noel praised his comedy partner as they entered their rather small dressing room after a particularly successful gig. Flashing Julian one of his cheeky, yet oh-so-sexy smiles, Noel poured them both a glass of whiskey to celebrate.
As reluctant and insecure as Julian was, even he had to admit that the show had gone well. The audience had lapped up their double act magic; their cheers and laughs so loud and long that the duo had to pause and wait for the audience to calm down before they could continue. And, of course, Noel had been mesmerizing. Julian admired his pointy comedy partner’s confidence and stage presence. He often found himself losing track of his lines during the show, distracted by Noel and his captivating aura.
Taking the whiskey glass from Noel, Julian raised it in a toast before drinking the amber liquid. He set his glass down and found that Noel was staring at him, his lips curved into a small smile. Julian blushed under the scrutiny of Noel’s gaze and shifted uncertainly. Noel took a step towards the taller man, subconsciously biting at his bottom lip. Julian gulped, his eyes unable to leave the delicious sight of pink flesh being lightly punished by white teeth.
“Julian,” Noel’s voice was low. If Julian didn’t know any better, he’d describe it as wanting, lustful even.
Noel reached up and ran a hand through Julian’s messy hair. Gazing up at into Julian’s deep brown eyes through his long, mascara laden lashes, Noel pressed up against him before capturing his lips in a kiss.
The kiss started out hesitantly, both men unsure of the other’s feelings. When both realised they wanted this just as much as the other, the kiss quickly grew heated. Hands roamed as teeth clinked together. Tongues explored as bodies rutted against each other in unmitigated passion. Both men were heavily aroused and drunk on lust.
Noel pushed Julian against the door and lavished the older man’s neck. He sucked and nibbled at the exposed flesh as he hastily undid the buttons on Julian’s shirt. Soon the offending article of clothing was removed, revealing a lean chest with smatterings of dark hair and two small pink nipples. Latching his mouth onto one of them, Noel gently rolled the nipple between his teeth. Julian moaned lustfully and bucked his hips in need. Smiling around the pink nub, Noel began to suckle at it while his hands found their way down to Julian’s trousers. He quickly undid them before tugging them and Julian’s underwear down around his knees.
Blind with desire, Julian fumbled at Noel’s jeans desperately trying to remove the barrier between them. Eventually Julian was successful and he peeled the jeans down Noel’s thin, milky white thighs. Noel’s pants soon followed and the two men resumed their frenzied kissing, kicking off their respective trousers and pants from around their ankles.
Wildly, Noel bucked his hips against Julian’s, desperate for friction. He was rewarded when Julian picked him up, wrapping his legs around the taller man, their crotches now level. Turning round, Julian pressed Noel into the door. They thrust against each other, the need for release growing stronger and stronger. Julian felt the familiar warmth in his lower abdomen and tightness in his balls. Orgasm came amidst Julian’s deep, guttural moans and the gasps that signalled Noel’s own release.
Julian shook himself from his memories and smiled down at Noel.
“Come on, toilet duck, let’s get a few more hours of sleep, I dunno about you, but I’m completely knackered.”
*******
Noel and Julian slept into the afternoon, exhausted both physically and emotionally. It was Julian who emerged from slumber first. Stretching out his stiff muscles, he padded into the bathroom to relieve himself, then he went into the kitchen to make breakfast… um, lunch.
He returned to the bedroom carrying a tray full of food; starchy, greasy, extremely unhealthy food. Julian had always stood by his belief that the best cure for a hangover was something high in fat and carbohydrates. After Noel’s little vomiting session that morning he’d endeavoured to make a meal that fit that description. The tray overflowed with eggs, bacon, sausages, toast and pancakes. It also held two cups of very strong coffee.
Noel was now wide awake and propped up against the headboard, a bemused expression on his face. Upon seeing Julian the corners of his mouth twitched up. Julian set the tray down on the bed and looked at his lover, questioningly.
“What?”
“Julian,” Noel began slowly, “These sheets are satin.” Noel’s face was one of disbelief and awe as he ran his fingers over the silky linen. Julian gave a deep chuckle and sat down next to Noel on the other side of the tray.
“Yes, they are,” he stated simply, “Now, eat your breakfast.”
“Julian, it’s two in the afternoon.”
“And the first meal of the day. Go on, eat up.” Julian hungrily tucked into his eggs and bacon.
Noel considered the meal before him sceptically. After some deliberation he picked up a piece of buttered toast and began nibbling on the corner. Julian looked up from his food and frowned.
“What’s the matter? You still feeling sick?”
He received a noncommittal shrug. “Nah, it’s not that.”
“Then why aren’t you eating.”
“Not hungry,” Noel mumbled.
“Nonsense, after the morning you had you must be ravenous.”
“I don’t have to eat if I don’t want to, Julian” Noel snapped.
“Ok, you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Julian said, holding his hands up in surrender. “I’m just concerned about you.”
“I’m fine, honestly. I’m just not in the mood for food right now.”
They continued their meal in silence, or rather, Julian continued his meal. Noel simply finished his piece of toast and drank his coffee. When the meal was over Julian set about cleaning up while Noel took a much needed shower.
With wet hair hanging loosely around his shoulders, Noel emerged from the bathroom. Julian was sweeping up the rose petals on the bedroom floor. A lead weight of guilt filled the pit of Noel’s stomach.
“J-Ju…” Noel stammered, “I really appreciate the effort you went through last night, even if I did fuck it up.”
Julian continued to sweep and gave a vague, “Mmm.”
Frowning, Noel came up behind Julian and pulled him into a hug, kissing his neck.
“How ‘bout I make it up to you tomorrow night, hmm? Come ‘round to mine, I’ll cook dinner.”
******
The next night found Julian at Noel’s flat enjoying a wonderful home cooked meal of roast beef, Yorkshire pudding and roast vegetables. Savouring every mouthful Julian imagined that many people would be surprised to know that Noel was a very good cook.
“Noel, this is amazing!” he said, in between bites.
“Only the best for you,” Noel replied with a wan smile.
Noel’s plate looked untouched and he proceeded to move his food around with his fork. Julian frowned.
“Why aren’t you eating?”
“I dunno, just not that hungry I guess.” Noel’s gaze stayed fixed on his plate.
Julian shrugged, not wishing to rock the boat so soon after the anniversary debacle and continued his meal.
The night went smoothly enough and soon the two were ensconced in each other on the couch. Julian nibbled at Noel’s neck and earlobes causing him to moan throatily. His hands roamed over the skinny man’s torso, teasing his nipples through the thin fabric of his shirt. Julian captured Noel’s lips in a kiss as he started to undo Noel’s jeans.
“Stop,” Noel breathed, pulling away from Julian.
Smiling at the confused look on Julian’s face, Noel wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
“I’ve got a surprise for you, something to spice things up a little. I meant to give it to you on our anniversary, but… you know.”
Leaving a rather curious Julian on the couch, Noel stood up and went in search of the present. He returned a few minutes later his fist closed around something and a triumphant smirk on his face. He sat next to Julian and opened his hand. In his palm sat two small white tablets. Ecstasy tablets.
Julian couldn’t believe his eyes. Noel didn’t expect them to do drugs together, did he?
“What do you say, Julian? It’ll be a night to remember, our feelings and emotions heightened, we’ll connect like we never have before.”
Should Julian:
A: Take ecstasy with Noel- maybe they do need to reconnect and this just might be the way.
B: Refuse the drugs- if Noel wants to ruin his life that’s fine, but Julian wants nothing to do with it.
C: Take a little time to decide, discuss with Noel why he feels that their relationship needs something like ecstasy in order to connect.
At this point I feel I should warn you, not all choices lead to a happy ending, but that shouldn't discourage you from choosing certain options.
Part 4
Title: RPS: Cold Tiles and Roast Beef
Pairing: Noel and Julian
Summary: Julian forgives Noel, but not before telling him off first!
Sitting on the bathroom floor, cradling a severely hung over Noel, was not how Julian had imagined the morning after their anniversary.
Word Count: 1975
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Mentions of drug use
Disclaimer: Unfortunately slavery has been abolished and thus I can never own Noel and Julian, no matter how many birthday cake candles I wish upon. I also don't make any money from this.
Author’s Notes: A super big thank you to
im_debafor curing me of writer's block and credit to her for the idea of the end scene. Also thanks to
planetbanjofor betaing once again! You guys are great!
You know the drill, comment with your choice!
( Part 1 )
( Part 2 )
“Noel,” Julian sighed, glancing away from his lover. Sitting on the bathroom floor, cradling a severely hung over Noel, was not how Julian had imagined the morning after their anniversary.
Julian momentarily reflected on their situation. There was no room for romance when Noel was involved and Julian was sick of it. He was sick of caving in to Noel’s every whim, sick of running after Noel like a parent after a five year old. He was Noel’s boyfriend, dammit, and it was about time Noel treated him that way.
“You missed our anniversary,” Julian said; not an accusation, but a statement.
“Ju, I’m sorry.” Noel rasped, his voice hoarse both from the previous night’s shouting and the morning’s acquaintance with the toilet bowl.
“You decided to go to a party rather than spend time with me.” Julian’s voice was strong and steady. Taking a deep breath, he shifted uncomfortably on the cold tiled floor, trying to find the exact words to express just how much Noel was hurting him.
“Julian…” Noel pleaded.
“I can’t keep doing this Noel. I can’t keep on taking a back seat to whatever shiny new thing catches your eye. All I’ve ever done is love you and support you. I do everything I can to make you happy but in return I get pushed aside like a toy that you’re tired of playing with.”
Noel could tell that Julian was at the end of his tether, so, quelling his urge to defend himself, he chose the more diplomatic route and offered an apology.
“Julian, I really didn’t mean to push you aside last night, and I’m sorry you feel that way.”
Surprised that he wasn’t throwing a hissy-fit, Julian looked at Noel, making note of his appearance. His eyes were dull and bloodshot, his hair was lank and lifeless and his pale skin was pulled taut over his high cheekbones. He looked pathetic and it broke Julian’s heart. Julian wondered where the lively man he had fallen in love with had gone.
“I know you didn’t do it maliciously, Noel, but that doesn’t help the fact that you shrugged off our plans for a party, or that you didn’t even remember that it was our anniversary in the first place.” Despite the harsh tone of his voice, Julian found his anger dissipating.
Noel shifted round until he was facing Julian, placing a hand on either side of Julian’s face and locking eyes with him.
“Julian, I’m truly sorry for missing our anniversary, I don’t know how I even forgot. The day I met you was one of the greatest days of my life, second only to the day we finally got together. I’d be lost without you, Ju. Why don’t you let me make it up to you, hmm?”
Cursing himself for not being able to stay angry, Julian smiled.
“You know, those were the best days of my life too,” Julian admitted finally, placing a soft kiss on Noel’s forehead, casting his mind back to the early days of their relationship…
“Great show Ju!” Noel praised his comedy partner as they entered their rather small dressing room after a particularly successful gig. Flashing Julian one of his cheeky, yet oh-so-sexy smiles, Noel poured them both a glass of whiskey to celebrate.
As reluctant and insecure as Julian was, even he had to admit that the show had gone well. The audience had lapped up their double act magic; their cheers and laughs so loud and long that the duo had to pause and wait for the audience to calm down before they could continue. And, of course, Noel had been mesmerizing. Julian admired his pointy comedy partner’s confidence and stage presence. He often found himself losing track of his lines during the show, distracted by Noel and his captivating aura.
Taking the whiskey glass from Noel, Julian raised it in a toast before drinking the amber liquid. He set his glass down and found that Noel was staring at him, his lips curved into a small smile. Julian blushed under the scrutiny of Noel’s gaze and shifted uncertainly. Noel took a step towards the taller man, subconsciously biting at his bottom lip. Julian gulped, his eyes unable to leave the delicious sight of pink flesh being lightly punished by white teeth.
“Julian,” Noel’s voice was low. If Julian didn’t know any better, he’d describe it as wanting, lustful even.
Noel reached up and ran a hand through Julian’s messy hair. Gazing up at into Julian’s deep brown eyes through his long, mascara laden lashes, Noel pressed up against him before capturing his lips in a kiss.
The kiss started out hesitantly, both men unsure of the other’s feelings. When both realised they wanted this just as much as the other, the kiss quickly grew heated. Hands roamed as teeth clinked together. Tongues explored as bodies rutted against each other in unmitigated passion. Both men were heavily aroused and drunk on lust.
Noel pushed Julian against the door and lavished the older man’s neck. He sucked and nibbled at the exposed flesh as he hastily undid the buttons on Julian’s shirt. Soon the offending article of clothing was removed, revealing a lean chest with smatterings of dark hair and two small pink nipples. Latching his mouth onto one of them, Noel gently rolled the nipple between his teeth. Julian moaned lustfully and bucked his hips in need. Smiling around the pink nub, Noel began to suckle at it while his hands found their way down to Julian’s trousers. He quickly undid them before tugging them and Julian’s underwear down around his knees.
Blind with desire, Julian fumbled at Noel’s jeans desperately trying to remove the barrier between them. Eventually Julian was successful and he peeled the jeans down Noel’s thin, milky white thighs. Noel’s pants soon followed and the two men resumed their frenzied kissing, kicking off their respective trousers and pants from around their ankles.
Wildly, Noel bucked his hips against Julian’s, desperate for friction. He was rewarded when Julian picked him up, wrapping his legs around the taller man, their crotches now level. Turning round, Julian pressed Noel into the door. They thrust against each other, the need for release growing stronger and stronger. Julian felt the familiar warmth in his lower abdomen and tightness in his balls. Orgasm came amidst Julian’s deep, guttural moans and the gasps that signalled Noel’s own release.
Julian shook himself from his memories and smiled down at Noel.
“Come on, toilet duck, let’s get a few more hours of sleep, I dunno about you, but I’m completely knackered.”
*******
Noel and Julian slept into the afternoon, exhausted both physically and emotionally. It was Julian who emerged from slumber first. Stretching out his stiff muscles, he padded into the bathroom to relieve himself, then he went into the kitchen to make breakfast… um, lunch.
He returned to the bedroom carrying a tray full of food; starchy, greasy, extremely unhealthy food. Julian had always stood by his belief that the best cure for a hangover was something high in fat and carbohydrates. After Noel’s little vomiting session that morning he’d endeavoured to make a meal that fit that description. The tray overflowed with eggs, bacon, sausages, toast and pancakes. It also held two cups of very strong coffee.
Noel was now wide awake and propped up against the headboard, a bemused expression on his face. Upon seeing Julian the corners of his mouth twitched up. Julian set the tray down on the bed and looked at his lover, questioningly.
“What?”
“Julian,” Noel began slowly, “These sheets are satin.” Noel’s face was one of disbelief and awe as he ran his fingers over the silky linen. Julian gave a deep chuckle and sat down next to Noel on the other side of the tray.
“Yes, they are,” he stated simply, “Now, eat your breakfast.”
“Julian, it’s two in the afternoon.”
“And the first meal of the day. Go on, eat up.” Julian hungrily tucked into his eggs and bacon.
Noel considered the meal before him sceptically. After some deliberation he picked up a piece of buttered toast and began nibbling on the corner. Julian looked up from his food and frowned.
“What’s the matter? You still feeling sick?”
He received a noncommittal shrug. “Nah, it’s not that.”
“Then why aren’t you eating.”
“Not hungry,” Noel mumbled.
“Nonsense, after the morning you had you must be ravenous.”
“I don’t have to eat if I don’t want to, Julian” Noel snapped.
“Ok, you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Julian said, holding his hands up in surrender. “I’m just concerned about you.”
“I’m fine, honestly. I’m just not in the mood for food right now.”
They continued their meal in silence, or rather, Julian continued his meal. Noel simply finished his piece of toast and drank his coffee. When the meal was over Julian set about cleaning up while Noel took a much needed shower.
With wet hair hanging loosely around his shoulders, Noel emerged from the bathroom. Julian was sweeping up the rose petals on the bedroom floor. A lead weight of guilt filled the pit of Noel’s stomach.
“J-Ju…” Noel stammered, “I really appreciate the effort you went through last night, even if I did fuck it up.”
Julian continued to sweep and gave a vague, “Mmm.”
Frowning, Noel came up behind Julian and pulled him into a hug, kissing his neck.
“How ‘bout I make it up to you tomorrow night, hmm? Come ‘round to mine, I’ll cook dinner.”
******
The next night found Julian at Noel’s flat enjoying a wonderful home cooked meal of roast beef, Yorkshire pudding and roast vegetables. Savouring every mouthful Julian imagined that many people would be surprised to know that Noel was a very good cook.
“Noel, this is amazing!” he said, in between bites.
“Only the best for you,” Noel replied with a wan smile.
Noel’s plate looked untouched and he proceeded to move his food around with his fork. Julian frowned.
“Why aren’t you eating?”
“I dunno, just not that hungry I guess.” Noel’s gaze stayed fixed on his plate.
Julian shrugged, not wishing to rock the boat so soon after the anniversary debacle and continued his meal.
The night went smoothly enough and soon the two were ensconced in each other on the couch. Julian nibbled at Noel’s neck and earlobes causing him to moan throatily. His hands roamed over the skinny man’s torso, teasing his nipples through the thin fabric of his shirt. Julian captured Noel’s lips in a kiss as he started to undo Noel’s jeans.
“Stop,” Noel breathed, pulling away from Julian.
Smiling at the confused look on Julian’s face, Noel wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
“I’ve got a surprise for you, something to spice things up a little. I meant to give it to you on our anniversary, but… you know.”
Leaving a rather curious Julian on the couch, Noel stood up and went in search of the present. He returned a few minutes later his fist closed around something and a triumphant smirk on his face. He sat next to Julian and opened his hand. In his palm sat two small white tablets. Ecstasy tablets.
Julian couldn’t believe his eyes. Noel didn’t expect them to do drugs together, did he?
“What do you say, Julian? It’ll be a night to remember, our feelings and emotions heightened, we’ll connect like we never have before.”
Should Julian:
A: Take ecstasy with Noel- maybe they do need to reconnect and this just might be the way.
B: Refuse the drugs- if Noel wants to ruin his life that’s fine, but Julian wants nothing to do with it.
C: Take a little time to decide, discuss with Noel why he feels that their relationship needs something like ecstasy in order to connect.
At this point I feel I should warn you, not all choices lead to a happy ending, but that shouldn't discourage you from choosing certain options.
Part 4