Boosh RPS ficlet
Pairing: Noel/Julian, Noel/Dave - This is REAL PERSON SLASH. Please don’t read if this bothers you.
Summary: You know from the moment that Julian enters the picture that you’re never going to be the most important person in Noel’s life again.
Word count: 457
Rating: PG-13 I think…
Warnings: Slash, obviously. Non-graphic mentions of sex, swearing.
Disclaimer: The Boosh boys are obviously not mine, however hard I wish they were. This is purely a work of fiction, no offense intended etc etc.
You know from the moment that Julian enters the picture that you’re never going to be the most important person in Noel’s life again.
Where once every other thing Noel had said began with “Dave did this” or “Dave said that”, now it was “Julian, Julian, Julian”.
It hurts, it really does, like a fucking icicle to your heart and yet you stay.
You don’t leave and never look back, like you know you should have done, but you stay and watch Julian and Noel interact, the pair of them always in the foreground while you hang back in the darkened wings, waiting.
You wait for Noel to come crawling back, as you know he will, time and time again.
If he fights with Julian, he’ll be there, kissing you, pressing you against the wall, and you’ll let him.
If Julian’s away for any length of time, he’ll be there, pulling your t shirt over your head and slipping his ridiculously girly hands down your pants, and you’ll let him.
If he thinks Julian’s been flirting with someone else, he’ll be there, pulling you down on top of him, onto your own bed even as he closes his eyes and pretends you’re taller, broader, more Northern. And you’ll let him.
If Julian gets a gig and he doesn’t, he’ll be there, underneath you, panting, swearing, sweating until the sight of his writhing body pushes you over the edge.
And then they’ll make up, he’ll come home, he’ll reassure the surprisingly insecure Noel, he’ll blow the crowd away at his gig, and Noel will go running back, leaving you cold and alone.
And still you wait, hidden and forgotten until next time.
You watch every touch between them and imagine it’s you instead.
You eavesdrop on their private conversations and imagine it’s you that he’s telling he loves.
You listen at their door and imagine it’s you he’s moaning for, you that is touching him and getting that reaction in return.
If there was a key hole, you’d probably have your eye glued to it, watching as Julian touches Noel’s cock, as he pushes into his tight little arse, remembering how it feels when you do the same.
Sometimes you think about telling Julian about all the times Noel’s fallen into your bed, but part of you is scared that he already knows and just doesn’t care.
That he sees you as so little of a threat that he lets it happen if it helps Noel.
And you know that you really are that little of a threat.
Noel hasn’t got eyes or ears for anyone but Julian.
There’s no room left in his heart for you.
But still you wait.
Imagine there’s a chance.
Hope.
Pray.
Wish.