Drabble: The Line Between Fantasy and Reality
Title: The Line Between Fantasy and Reality
Pairing: Noel/Julian (of 'The Mighty Boosh' fandom)
Summary: Sometimes the lines between what’s real and what’s fantasy are blurred; therein lies the trouble of exposing your desires.
Word Count: 200
Rating: PG- 13
Warnings: RPS. If boys loving, kissing or touching one another offends you then don’t read... If this is the case, I ask “WHY ARE YOU HERE?!”
Disclaimer: I don’t own either of them and this never happened. The only thing I possess the rights to is my own imagination and personal belief that these two go at it like sex-crazed bunnies.
Author Notes: My very first attempt at writing this pairing, writing a drouble and posting a fic on LJ. With that in mind, please be gentle with me. I wish I knew where this idea came from but it just seemed to write itself. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I loved writing it. Un-betaed so if there are any mistakes I apologise! X-posted to booshslashhaven link is here =)
Fingers twisted tighter in soft, brown curls. A throaty “Noel” escaped Julian’s lips, murmured against the base his throat.
“No. Not Noel.”
“What?”
“Don’t call me Noel. Call me Vince...”
“Vince? Why?”
“It’s safer Howard, that’s why.”
“What do you mean ‘safer’?”
“Please Howard... I need you... Howard.”
“What did you mean by ‘safer’ Noel?”
A sigh, “If it’s me and you, then chances are we’ll regret it come morning, yeah? But if it’s not us - if it’s Howard and Vince... If we hide behind them, we have an excuse for it.”
But he didn’t want an excuse. Julian wanted Noel. Not Vince. And he wanted Noel to want his JuJu.
A moan and a vicarious thrust, “Please... I need you... want you... love you.”
Julian had believed that when he finally heard those words said to him that it would be Noel saying it, not Vince. As much as he wanted to stay where he was - Vince a writhing, mewling mess below him - he couldn’t stand it a moment longer.
Noel couldn’t believe his eyes as he watched him leave. Julian leave. He thought he wanted Vince, not Noel. The fantasy, not the reality.
Both men were wrong.
Pairing: Noel/Julian (of 'The Mighty Boosh' fandom)
Summary: Sometimes the lines between what’s real and what’s fantasy are blurred; therein lies the trouble of exposing your desires.
Word Count: 200
Rating: PG- 13
Warnings: RPS. If boys loving, kissing or touching one another offends you then don’t read... If this is the case, I ask “WHY ARE YOU HERE?!”
Disclaimer: I don’t own either of them and this never happened. The only thing I possess the rights to is my own imagination and personal belief that these two go at it like sex-crazed bunnies.
Author Notes: My very first attempt at writing this pairing, writing a drouble and posting a fic on LJ. With that in mind, please be gentle with me. I wish I knew where this idea came from but it just seemed to write itself. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I loved writing it. Un-betaed so if there are any mistakes I apologise! X-posted to booshslashhaven link is here =)
Fingers twisted tighter in soft, brown curls. A throaty “Noel” escaped Julian’s lips, murmured against the base his throat.
“No. Not Noel.”
“What?”
“Don’t call me Noel. Call me Vince...”
“Vince? Why?”
“It’s safer Howard, that’s why.”
“What do you mean ‘safer’?”
“Please Howard... I need you... Howard.”
“What did you mean by ‘safer’ Noel?”
A sigh, “If it’s me and you, then chances are we’ll regret it come morning, yeah? But if it’s not us - if it’s Howard and Vince... If we hide behind them, we have an excuse for it.”
But he didn’t want an excuse. Julian wanted Noel. Not Vince. And he wanted Noel to want his JuJu.
A moan and a vicarious thrust, “Please... I need you... want you... love you.”
Julian had believed that when he finally heard those words said to him that it would be Noel saying it, not Vince. As much as he wanted to stay where he was - Vince a writhing, mewling mess below him - he couldn’t stand it a moment longer.
Noel couldn’t believe his eyes as he watched him leave. Julian leave. He thought he wanted Vince, not Noel. The fantasy, not the reality.
Both men were wrong.