The Hero (Every Unsatisfied Urge)
Title: The Hero
Author: Concupid
Pairing: Noel/Julian
Rating: R
Warnings: Drug use, hints of dub-con
Summary: Noel spends unwanted time alone with Roger
Author’s note: It’s been sooooo long since my last update! I had a fun little idea to get me back into the swing of things but it turned dark and epic, so I had to make it into two chapters.
Noel was completely pissed on two drinks, exhausted and it wasn’t even midnight. If he was going to survive the rest of the party, he was going to need a serious pick-me-up. Staying with friends and family made touring a lot less expensive, but the nights when Noel and Julian could have an early night were few and far between.
Of course, he would have had something to get him through the night on hand if it weren’t for Julian’s rules. There were to be no illegal drugs in the car when they toured. None. The fact they were less than forty minutes away from London made no difference to Julian, because their mini-tour was officially under way. The rules had been more like guidelines early on, but one particularly awful experience with an asshole cop had turned Julian into a dictator. The cop hadn’t even busted them; he just spent an absurd amount of time “searching” Noel while his partner barely patted Julian’s pockets (which contained a bag of coke, two joints and someone else’s prescription painkillers). Although it was Noel who had been humiliated, it was Julian who decided it wasn’t worth it to carry anything incriminating. As Julian said, “Whatever we need will already be there.”
It was that easy for Julian, because someone was always trying to give Julian drugs. Maybe it was because his sleepy little eyes made him look perpetually high, or maybe it was the way his cool indifference made people feel desperate to impress him, but Julian never had to put any effort into scoring. However, so far the only person who had offered anything to Noel was a really creepy guy who kept calling Noel “pretty little boy”. He didn’t dare touch anything that man had to offer.
So he roamed the halls of a stranger’s house, trying to figure out which closed door would lead to cocaine. Julian would know, he had the sixth sense of a seasoned user (plus it was his mate’s house), but he was busy discussing jazz with some of his old mates. The conversation made Noel’s head hurt and it certainly hadn’t helped him wake up.
Noel heard some promisingly quiet conversation and hesitantly opened a door. He saw a vial of white powder and let out a sigh of relief.
“Come on in, Noel.”
Noel jumped at Roger’s voice.
Noel forced a smile and sat down on the floor of the bathroom next to Roger. They were almost friends, and there was no reason for Noel to ever want to punch Roger in the face and yet… the urge lingered.
Roger held out a tiny (and adorable) spoon.
Noel closed one nostril and sniffed. He waited for the coke to kick in and make him feel all loose and un-tethered and able to handle anything.
Even Julian’s ex-boyfriend.
“Won’t you be in trouble with Julian?” Roger teased, rubbing Noel’s leg right about his knee cap. Noel wanted to push him away, but his arms suddenly felt like they were made of lead. There was one other person in the room and he was watching them with undisguised interest.
“You are not a stranger, no money exchanged hands, there are no cameras, there are no needles…” Noel giggled as he went through the list. Julian was an odd mother hen to be sure.
“Did you make your bed and eat your vegetables?” Roger teased as he moved his hand to squeeze Noel’s knee. Roger was handsome and his long fingered hands reminded Noel of Julian, but he felt no attraction. Roger was a thorn in Noel’s side, and his coke was shit. Instead of feeling more awake, Noel was ready to nod off.
Noel leaned his back against the wall, but then slid down until he was lying on the floor. He was dimly aware that lying on a bathroom floor was gross, but his body felt entirely too heavy to support, and the tile was reassuringly solid beneath his cheek.
“I have been a very good boy,” Noel mumbled. He was aware he was acting odd, but he couldn’t muster the energy to sit up or make a proper joke. It took a great deal of effort just to move his mouth. Normally, Roger could be relied on for good drugs, but clearly he’d been rolled on his coke. It must have been cut with the wrong kind of cold medicine. “Fuck, I am dying.”
Roger jammed his fingers in the side of Noel’s neck.
“Not overdosing,” Noel sighed. “Just really tired.”
Roger pried Noel’s eyes open and was apparently satisfied with what he saw. He told his companion Noel was, “a lightweight.” Noel’s instinct was to argue, but he couldn’t form a response. Instead, he closed his eyes and felt his own hair tickling his face. He felt the movement of every strand and it made him want to purr like a cat, so he did. Roger chuckled and ran his hand along Noel’s side.
“Pretty kitty,” Roger teased before moving his fingers to the bare skin between Noel’s flares and where his tee-shirt was riding up. Noel wanted to reject the hand on his stomach, but he’d never really known how to say no. He felt too heavy and tired to push Roger away and had the sinking feeling that if Roger really tried it on, it would eventually happen. He knew how men could be and Roger seemed like the kind of guy that would wheedle and beg his way into sex if Noel tried to be polite with his rejection. Noel would have to run away and make a fuss at a time when he could barely move. He’d spent enough time with Roger and Julian to know Roger wouldn’t be bothered that there was someone else in the room.
Roger hooked his finger on Noel’s waistband and asked if he was feeling good.
“Julian would break your arm if he saw this.” Noel wanted it to sound threatening, but it was an airy whisper.
Roger moved his hand back to Noel’s hip.
“Maybe. You guys have an odd little relationship, don’t you?”
Noel felt a surge of panic, but his voice remained weak and sleepy as he asked, “What do you know about our ‘relationship’?”
Noel tried to force his eyes open to look at Roger’s face, but his lids were too heavy.
Roger ran his hand along Noel’s inner thigh, slightly pushing his legs apart in a way that felt more threatening than seductive. The other man in the bathroom stood up and stepped over Noel towards the door. Noel wanted to ask him to stay and not leave him alone with Roger, but he couldn’t form the words and the world kept slipping in and out of focus.
When they were alone, Roger leaned over Noel and whispered, “I know what Julian likes. And I know you aren’t it.”
It was cruel and all the more cruel for being true.
“And yet it’s your arm he’d break.”
Roger frowned, but he didn’t remove his hand. Noel needed a plan, but his thoughts were loose and almost incoherent. Each idea slipped away before it was fully formed and a feeling of dread was building in his stomach.
“And you’d be the one he wouldn’t forgive,” Noel added when Roger’s hand moved up his thigh.
Roger laughed too hard and loud.
“Oh, little Noelly. You have no idea.”
It made Noel angry, because he truly had no idea what had happened between Julian and Roger. Julian refused to discuss it and seemed to take offense to Noel’s questions on the topic. While Noel knew some of his inquiries (especially when he was drunk) had been a bit too personal, Julian had to know what Noel was really asking. All he really needed to know was that Julian loved Noel more than Roger, and yet the reassurance never came.
It took all of his energy, but Noel batted away Roger’s hand and growled, “Piss off.”
Noel heard a click and watched the bathroom door open in slow motion until it hit him in the shoulder and stopped. He felt the pain and knew he was the reason the door wouldn’t open, and yet he couldn’t think of a single way to change the situation. It felt totally out of his control.
“Noel? Why are you on the floor?” Julian asked in his beautiful, sonorous voice. He looked angelic as he gazed down upon Noel. His skin was pale and fine and perfect. “Will you please move, you berk?”
Noel worked up the energy to roll on his side so Julian could enter the room. He smirked at Roger as Julian pulled him to his feet. He felt the ground beneath his shoes, but had no ability to support himself. Julian dragged him down the hall, grousing the whole time, but his protectiveness warmed Noel’s heart. Maybe he was a “stupid tit” as Julian kept growling under his breath, but he was Julian’s stupid tit and always would be. Julian was his hero, and Noel was Julian’s heroine.
Author: Concupid
Pairing: Noel/Julian
Rating: R
Warnings: Drug use, hints of dub-con
Summary: Noel spends unwanted time alone with Roger
Author’s note: It’s been sooooo long since my last update! I had a fun little idea to get me back into the swing of things but it turned dark and epic, so I had to make it into two chapters.
Noel was completely pissed on two drinks, exhausted and it wasn’t even midnight. If he was going to survive the rest of the party, he was going to need a serious pick-me-up. Staying with friends and family made touring a lot less expensive, but the nights when Noel and Julian could have an early night were few and far between.
Of course, he would have had something to get him through the night on hand if it weren’t for Julian’s rules. There were to be no illegal drugs in the car when they toured. None. The fact they were less than forty minutes away from London made no difference to Julian, because their mini-tour was officially under way. The rules had been more like guidelines early on, but one particularly awful experience with an asshole cop had turned Julian into a dictator. The cop hadn’t even busted them; he just spent an absurd amount of time “searching” Noel while his partner barely patted Julian’s pockets (which contained a bag of coke, two joints and someone else’s prescription painkillers). Although it was Noel who had been humiliated, it was Julian who decided it wasn’t worth it to carry anything incriminating. As Julian said, “Whatever we need will already be there.”
It was that easy for Julian, because someone was always trying to give Julian drugs. Maybe it was because his sleepy little eyes made him look perpetually high, or maybe it was the way his cool indifference made people feel desperate to impress him, but Julian never had to put any effort into scoring. However, so far the only person who had offered anything to Noel was a really creepy guy who kept calling Noel “pretty little boy”. He didn’t dare touch anything that man had to offer.
So he roamed the halls of a stranger’s house, trying to figure out which closed door would lead to cocaine. Julian would know, he had the sixth sense of a seasoned user (plus it was his mate’s house), but he was busy discussing jazz with some of his old mates. The conversation made Noel’s head hurt and it certainly hadn’t helped him wake up.
Noel heard some promisingly quiet conversation and hesitantly opened a door. He saw a vial of white powder and let out a sigh of relief.
“Come on in, Noel.”
Noel jumped at Roger’s voice.
Noel forced a smile and sat down on the floor of the bathroom next to Roger. They were almost friends, and there was no reason for Noel to ever want to punch Roger in the face and yet… the urge lingered.
Roger held out a tiny (and adorable) spoon.
Noel closed one nostril and sniffed. He waited for the coke to kick in and make him feel all loose and un-tethered and able to handle anything.
Even Julian’s ex-boyfriend.
“Won’t you be in trouble with Julian?” Roger teased, rubbing Noel’s leg right about his knee cap. Noel wanted to push him away, but his arms suddenly felt like they were made of lead. There was one other person in the room and he was watching them with undisguised interest.
“You are not a stranger, no money exchanged hands, there are no cameras, there are no needles…” Noel giggled as he went through the list. Julian was an odd mother hen to be sure.
“Did you make your bed and eat your vegetables?” Roger teased as he moved his hand to squeeze Noel’s knee. Roger was handsome and his long fingered hands reminded Noel of Julian, but he felt no attraction. Roger was a thorn in Noel’s side, and his coke was shit. Instead of feeling more awake, Noel was ready to nod off.
Noel leaned his back against the wall, but then slid down until he was lying on the floor. He was dimly aware that lying on a bathroom floor was gross, but his body felt entirely too heavy to support, and the tile was reassuringly solid beneath his cheek.
“I have been a very good boy,” Noel mumbled. He was aware he was acting odd, but he couldn’t muster the energy to sit up or make a proper joke. It took a great deal of effort just to move his mouth. Normally, Roger could be relied on for good drugs, but clearly he’d been rolled on his coke. It must have been cut with the wrong kind of cold medicine. “Fuck, I am dying.”
Roger jammed his fingers in the side of Noel’s neck.
“Not overdosing,” Noel sighed. “Just really tired.”
Roger pried Noel’s eyes open and was apparently satisfied with what he saw. He told his companion Noel was, “a lightweight.” Noel’s instinct was to argue, but he couldn’t form a response. Instead, he closed his eyes and felt his own hair tickling his face. He felt the movement of every strand and it made him want to purr like a cat, so he did. Roger chuckled and ran his hand along Noel’s side.
“Pretty kitty,” Roger teased before moving his fingers to the bare skin between Noel’s flares and where his tee-shirt was riding up. Noel wanted to reject the hand on his stomach, but he’d never really known how to say no. He felt too heavy and tired to push Roger away and had the sinking feeling that if Roger really tried it on, it would eventually happen. He knew how men could be and Roger seemed like the kind of guy that would wheedle and beg his way into sex if Noel tried to be polite with his rejection. Noel would have to run away and make a fuss at a time when he could barely move. He’d spent enough time with Roger and Julian to know Roger wouldn’t be bothered that there was someone else in the room.
Roger hooked his finger on Noel’s waistband and asked if he was feeling good.
“Julian would break your arm if he saw this.” Noel wanted it to sound threatening, but it was an airy whisper.
Roger moved his hand back to Noel’s hip.
“Maybe. You guys have an odd little relationship, don’t you?”
Noel felt a surge of panic, but his voice remained weak and sleepy as he asked, “What do you know about our ‘relationship’?”
Noel tried to force his eyes open to look at Roger’s face, but his lids were too heavy.
Roger ran his hand along Noel’s inner thigh, slightly pushing his legs apart in a way that felt more threatening than seductive. The other man in the bathroom stood up and stepped over Noel towards the door. Noel wanted to ask him to stay and not leave him alone with Roger, but he couldn’t form the words and the world kept slipping in and out of focus.
When they were alone, Roger leaned over Noel and whispered, “I know what Julian likes. And I know you aren’t it.”
It was cruel and all the more cruel for being true.
“And yet it’s your arm he’d break.”
Roger frowned, but he didn’t remove his hand. Noel needed a plan, but his thoughts were loose and almost incoherent. Each idea slipped away before it was fully formed and a feeling of dread was building in his stomach.
“And you’d be the one he wouldn’t forgive,” Noel added when Roger’s hand moved up his thigh.
Roger laughed too hard and loud.
“Oh, little Noelly. You have no idea.”
It made Noel angry, because he truly had no idea what had happened between Julian and Roger. Julian refused to discuss it and seemed to take offense to Noel’s questions on the topic. While Noel knew some of his inquiries (especially when he was drunk) had been a bit too personal, Julian had to know what Noel was really asking. All he really needed to know was that Julian loved Noel more than Roger, and yet the reassurance never came.
It took all of his energy, but Noel batted away Roger’s hand and growled, “Piss off.”
Noel heard a click and watched the bathroom door open in slow motion until it hit him in the shoulder and stopped. He felt the pain and knew he was the reason the door wouldn’t open, and yet he couldn’t think of a single way to change the situation. It felt totally out of his control.
“Noel? Why are you on the floor?” Julian asked in his beautiful, sonorous voice. He looked angelic as he gazed down upon Noel. His skin was pale and fine and perfect. “Will you please move, you berk?”
Noel worked up the energy to roll on his side so Julian could enter the room. He smirked at Roger as Julian pulled him to his feet. He felt the ground beneath his shoes, but had no ability to support himself. Julian dragged him down the hall, grousing the whole time, but his protectiveness warmed Noel’s heart. Maybe he was a “stupid tit” as Julian kept growling under his breath, but he was Julian’s stupid tit and always would be. Julian was his hero, and Noel was Julian’s heroine.