In The Air Tonight, a Rich/Julian Part 2.
Continued.
Title: In The Air Tonight
Pairing: Rich Fulcher/Julian Barratt
Fandom: The Mighty Boosh
Setting: Hotel after a tour show.
Rating: NC-17
Contains: Consensual, love squeezin's, some angst. Slash.
Warnings: RPS
The man kicked off his shoes and dropped his pants, the belt making a clink as it hit the floor.
“Well?” Rich gasped. He ran his hands through his hair, starting to blush. He wasn’t particularly attractive looking to modern aesthetics, or any previous aesthetics for that matter, standing there hairy and with a protruding beer belly. His hair was a mess already, but it only seemed to make him look...cuter, if that’s the right word, to Julian’s eyes. Especially when Rich coughed into his hand and bent down to fish in his pant’s pockets, pulling out a handy tube of lube. It perfectly indicated Mr. Fulcher was planning this night all along. Julian satisfied himself looking over Rich. Not that he was always intrigued by the though of wondering what another man looked like naked, but still, while he was at it...
“Ah, found it.” Rich turned his head and, pushing off the stiff hotel carpet, righted himself. Fulcher grinned, his eyes narrowing as the smile-lines made his usual smile even more scary and sinister. Julian instead for the first time thought of it, well...arousing. He felt fear a little. Scooting up a little as the man approached with a bottle of lube.
“You really mean you’re...”
“Yeah.” He replied, matter of fact.
Well...this is really gay...he questioned himself, wondering about if he should hint ‘no’ to submitting his asshole to a very eager Bobby but his legs were already grabbed.
“Turn around Ju,” He cooed and pushed up his thighs, making Julian startle at how abruptly he was touched, “I want you from behind.”
“I’ve...ah...” Words were escaping him. Rich’s hands were firmly pushing him and soon he complied, rolled over and relaxing himself unto the mattress chest-first. Grunting he found the soft fabric of the bedding very stimulating against his genitals, pressed against the edge of the bed. His feet were sweaty so he kicked off his slippers, toes curling into the carpet as he wondered about anal sex.
“Don’t worry. Don’t you worry. Mmm my little baby Barratt...” It was obvious he was trying to comfort, or arouse him, whichever worked as Rich cooed into his ear. Gasping Julian was crushed down unto the sheets from Rich’s bulk on his back. He felt warm legs behind him and a throbbing cock pressed against his cheeks. Kisses attacked the nape of his neck. It tingled, stung him with sickly-sweet sexual promises that went directly to his own cock. Groaning Julian reached behind him. Grasping Rich’s head of hair he moaned and flexed his hips. It felt kinda good to hump the bedside.
“Please tell me you know what you’re doing.” He had every right to be nervous. It’s not everyday a supposedly straight man accepts sexual pleasure from a close male friend.
“Mmm, what do you think?” Ju flinched from the kiss on his ear, letting out a gasp but Rich continued to pepper his face with sloppy smooches and rubbing hands. Julian was always one to doubt. To doubt whether something up his ass was a good idea.
“I think you haven’t.”
“I told ya, don’t be afraid. It only hurts a little. If you fight it. Baby.”
He couldn’t help but feel his gut revolt pleasantly at the words. ‘Baby’. It resonated in his head. He felt so...so aroused by it. Aroused by the clumsy touch and wet kisses all over his spine and shoulders. The dull hickies on his neck. His position so different than the normal copulation he’s used to. As a man in bed, with a woman, one does not fuck like this...
“But it still hurts Rich.” his worry grows. Though he still feels a strange new pleasure being in this position. He turns his head, straining it to watch Rich pour the oil unto his jutting manhood.
“That’s what makes it good. Watching and feeling you under me. I’ll do all the work, honey.” Rich’s voice and face looks somewhat surreal with pleasure. His fingers stroke himself as he makes sure he’s lubricated so he wouldn’t hurt him too bad.
Gulping Julian was about to protest again but was suddenly silenced by wet fingers grasping his dick again. Letting out a moan he turns his head back, looking at the beige wall of the hotel straight ahead. The feeling of pleasure builds again. Dully he aches, spreading his legs unashamedly for Rich to grasp his length, stroking it and his sack.
“Ah...AH!”
“Shhh.” Julian hears him give a reassuring coo behind him. A finger slick with the stuff slipped up his hole. It was an odd feeling, even odder as it remained and twisted about!
“Rich I d-don’t think you should...”
The finger continued exploring. Julian panted, feeling the single digit slip in and out, in and out. He felt tight, constricted as it slipped into his soft rectum. It was enough to cause him to lose concentration on why such activities were considered pleasurable to even do because another hand was back at his dick, thumbing and caressing.
“Mmm...now...where is it...”
“Where’s wh...oh...nnghh...AHHHH!”
A sudden jolt assaulted his body straight from the core. He bucked, knees bumping against the bed as he rocked forward and arched. A sudden pang of pleasure had nearly made him double over and orgasm right then and there.
“FULCHER!” He turned, staring and panting with wide tiny eyes. Rich only smirked, twisting his finger and prodding the ‘spot’ again.
“Its called a prostrate Julian.” Licking his lips he looked him over; Julian, hung over the bed, staring at him red with pleasure. Sweating. Clenching the hotel sheets in his hands. His nose flaring as he sucks in breath.
“I know what it is!” Why does it feel so good? “Just c-cut it....ooooooooohhhhh...”
Fulcher chews his lips as he thrusts his finger, slipping in two now. The very sight and feel of Julian convulsing already is driving him insane. His lover pants and cries, cringing as he tries to handle the pleasure and not let it make him spill into the sheets. He feels his tight ring of muscle stretch from the scissoring, hearing Rich moan a bit...that is, when he’s not moaning too loud himself.
I sound like...like a girl...He thinks, gasping, burying his head into the bed. Rich’s hand is tight around him while the other hand...well, its busy. Up his rear. Making it feel...feel...
“Ahh...ah...ah...R...Rich...”
“God Julian.” Shaking he continues just a little more making sure Julian is relaxed and aroused enough. With a wet ‘pop’ sound his fingers were removed. To be replaced by something else.
Julian sighed, though it didn’t last for long. He suddenly felt empty without something...inside him, that was massaging that. That place. That new spot.
“You okay JuJu?”
Julian groaned and convulsed, eyes fluttering open. Panting still. Aching terribly. He shifted his hips, finding he felt he was even dripping.
“Yeah just...just fuck me...Rich.”
Smirking Rich angled himself, pushing inside slowly but surely.
Bigger than...ah! Julian crowed, fingers digging into fabric. It was hurting again, but it was good hurt. He had liked it with the fingers, and now it felt barely any different...maybe better. It was so, so little he could feel he wasn’t in control all the time. Stage, group, gig and music wise that is. He’d be on stage in control, the straight man. He’d be the responsible one on the bus, reminding people to get in the dressing rooms on time. Standing tall in control like his own character, Howard Moon, even when he was joking in. But he wasn’t Howard now. He was himself. With tiny eyes blurring, spreading himself to take it deeper inside. His back exposed. Laid out for the taking. Without any control over his current sexual situation.
Now Julian was starting to realize that tonight, this was Rich Fulcher, not Bob Fossil, fucking him tonight. There wasn’t a stupid man in blue yelling racist jokes behind him, there was an actual mature man, like he, sharing a strange intimacy.
And it felt good.
“...ungh!” Strange sounds came from Julian’s throat. The deeper he went, the more that caressed his nerve endings.
“Do you like it? Are you okay?”
“I’m f-fine Rich...Just...d-deeper...please...please...”
Fulcher bit his lip and tried to calm his breathing. Julian was asking him, HIM Rich Fulcher to go deeper inside. Despite his loud front during shows and after, even accidentally over-’spitting’ in Noel’s face he still had feelings. He could think. He could care. And with the current delicate situation that he had finally got the guts to seduce Julian...sometimes it didn’t match what he thought he felt all the time.
Deeper he went. Tight heat encircled him like a vice. His hands were sweaty as they pawed the buzzing flesh of Julian, his Julian, holding on to go all the way to the hilt. His throbbing cock was being squeezed by the virgin tightness, something he never experienced before. Even better it was Julian.
Julian.
“Julian...!”
Tonight he wasn’t Bobby, Boobalay, Kodiak, Betamax. It was him. Himself.
“Rich...” Julian moaned, muffled as he began to drool into the bed. It was good, the pleasure. Feeling a throbbing sensation filling him. Completing him. Making him harder.
“Mphf...so good...ye...yes...you’re okay now...for me to...”
“Fuck me! AH!”
Julian whined high pitched, desperate for movement, anything. The friction began rather quick now, Fulcher eager to please...himself as well. Desperately he thrusted, in and out, back and forth. Moaning Rich enjoyed every single second of it. The fleshy walls caressing his cock were further driving him into insane pleasure. His hips undulated as they thrust deep back and forth inside his lover.
Julian was utterly amazed at how it felt. He felt dominated, yes, but it was good to not be the one doing most of anything. He felt...like it was a vacation, if you could compare sex to that, letting him completely feel pleasure without straining himself to achieve it. Now he was straining, BECAUSE of the pleasure. Because he was letting someone else do it, in such a way that so suddenly changed his fear into immediate arousal.
He was surprised that as the bed shook with their lovemaking at how soft, guttural and un-Fulcher like the man on top was. Julian was expecting him to be as loud as he normally was. Obnoxious, probably spewing weird squeals like he was earlier.
But no, he wasn’t. What Julian could hear over his own loud thick moans was a certain voice that he didn’t hear from Rich all the time. Rich was obviously enjoying himself thrusting at a moderate pace, the bed shaking and so was he...he sounded like he loved this sex sincerely. With him.
“That’s it...that’s it...Mmm...”
“Rich...faster...” He begged, giving his last thoughts over to ultimate pleasure. It didn’t matter who they were in public anymore now that they were here, alone, rutting like beasts in a hotel room. Shame was slipping away. Control they kept in public, the control of clarity and constant loud humor melted away.
“Yes JuJu...Julian...could you say my name?” Rich’s body flumped over, resting on Julian’s arching back. His arms wrapped around the man he loved, his words a heavy moan.
“Yes Rich...I...I have been...”
“MORE!” Grunting Rich reared up, nearly clawing Julian’s chest. “Come on, I can’t keep on doing this by myself! I want you to tell me when you enjoy it, loud and clear!” He begged, his hand running to Julian’s abandoned erection.
“O-okay...” Strangely JuJu didn’t feel that perturbed anymore. He felt melted like hot slag, pooling into the bed as his orifice was fucked with a tight rhythm. Rich wasn’t obnoxious sounding, he sounded...sexy...and a different person. But with the sincerity in his voice spitting out adoration (the spit by accident, such was Rich’s facial structure) Julian whimpered when a pang of pleasure hit from inside. Rich was angling his thrusts near perfect precision, hitting that same spot over and over, again and again...
“Ahh...oh...oh...oooh...ohhh...R...Ri....Rich...m...m-more...”
They didn’t care anymore. Damned if they hear. Damned if the bed breaks.
“Full name Julian...F...fffffuck....!!!” Rich winced, his voice vibrating from how hard he was thrusting. He almost lost it, right then and there. His heart was racing, blood pumping, cock throbbing, aching...
“Richard! RICHARD! R-richa...ard...oh...F-Fulcher...Fulcher...er....eeerrrr...”
“Ah, ah Julian...thank you...”
Julian was too busy humping the bed, thrusting with Rich to care about how considerate Rich was being during the entire act. His legs were shaking and mouth was gasping like a fish in between loud moans and saying Mr. Fulcher’s full name. Natural, primal instinct took over, his head nuzzling the wet spot where he was drooling during the whole thing. Eyes closed, mouth agape, straining his jaw and body more and more with each spasm careening to send him over the edge. Richard, turned on by the fullness of his name continued. Breathless and sweating like a pig as he worked himself to his limits to fulfil their desires.
“Come with me. P-please?” Rich whimpered out and screwed his eyes shut to control his body.
“Y-yeah...! T...to...tou...”
Oh, almost forgot! Shit! He cursed himself as he reached down, underneath the thighs of his partner to grasp Ju’s throbbing sex. He felt the pulse under his fingers, fisting the man fast and hard in the only way he knew how.
“I’m sorry....u...ung...!”
“Don’t be so a-a-pologetic...come on....I’m....c-close...closer...!”
Planting his feet down Julian thrust back with Rich as their bodies collided over and over. The smacking sounds of belly to buttock, balls to balls and fapping flesh were masked by the bed thumping on against the wall. Julian’s hands free from touching himself reached up to the bedspread, pulling so hard he was grasping it into bunches. their guts were clenching as release neared, straining as muscles were ready to contract.
“Juuuuulian...f-fucking tight...” Hissing Rich’s free hand grappled Julian’s shoulder. His fingers were leaving red marks as the flat of his digits pulled at skin. His lungs were starting to hurt from how hard he was breathing, his out-of-shape body near breaking point at the muscles used to fuck him senseless. But he didn’t care. His body only wanted more. He wanted Julian for the longest time and now he was having him. Richard forced his eyes open, dizzy with pleasure as they throbbed with blood between hands and arse, watching Julian buck and cry. Rich was worried he might be the loudest, but Julian? No, Julian was whimpering, begging, crying out ‘Rich, Rich!’ over and over. Richard hoped he had unlocked some secret fascination in Julian, that with this act Julian could actually love him back...and these moans from a man he knew always worked so hard, so hard for the Boosh, reflecting his need for someone to have a little work done for him sometimes.
He wanted to make him happy, for it made him feel happy as well.
He couldn’t hold on anymore. Julian whimpered and arched his back, the spine curved and his cock twitching in Fulcher’s sloppy hand. he was going to cum all sweaty and heaving. He felt Rich jerk inside him and the man huff and grunt.
“C-coming...” Julian rasped out. Fulcher pounded into him one last time making him see stars where the head pushed at one final thrust.
“JU!”
Fulcher came first. Hearing those words ‘coming’ right from Julian’s mouth so needy...it was because of him that he was now thrusting wildly and spurting hot jizzum all over his hand. Fulcher let go though because he, too, was spilling. Filling Julian’s entrance he let himself go, enjoying every pleasurable convulsion from the act. He felt like pudding. Shaking, gripping a scarred shoulder and a hip with cum-covered hands as he rode the writhing Julian.
Julian didn’t care how high his moans were. How he whimpered, his inside clenching and twisting with his dick dripping. His pelvis didn’t care about the wet slimy feel of the gobs of it he was humping wetting the bedsheets. He wanted it to last. The new feeling attained from something inside, with a moaning man panting above him feeling the same.
A man he was beginning to like even more.
“God...god...god...god...” Rich panted and finally flumped over. He rested, crushing Julian under him on his back, panting. He smelled Julian’s musk again, busying with burying his face into Ju’s long brown locks, equally sweaty and damp as well. Overwhelmed by the beautiful and interesting pleasure from being so crushed and smother Julian laid there, panting for breath. His eyes closed wet with tears of pleasure. He felt Fulcher’s hammering heart beat against him, right under his shoulder and the throbbing pulse of the cock still warm and sucked inside him. Warm sperm was dripping down his legs just a little from his hole feeling so open and stretched, accepting the phallus and seed as much as it could. His own heartbeat was fast. Cock throbbing, slowly now as their breathing was relaxed. He realized he didn’t mind how heavy Fulcher was breathing, the rasp of a ‘oh...oh...’ in Richard’s breath. It seemed fitting to his ears. He liked it. Julian liked how pleasured Rich was sounding. He was liking the man nuzzling the back of his head, a wet kiss at the crown of his skull. He, Julian Barratt, with a girlfriend, was liking this affectionate touching, petting, and shared breathing with his friend.
Julian felt intimately more connected with the man than he ever thought possible. And he loved it. He loved this sex.
Kissing the back of Julian’s neck softly, Rich pulls out, slow and steady, making the process as comfortable as he could for Julian. Julian feels empty when Rich is finally out, missing the fullness that Rich provided. He never thought he would miss the feeling of Rich’s cock deep inside him. He never even had the thought, nor did he want it. He never fancied Rich. He had boyish feelings for Noel and even for Dave, but never Rich. But now he felt he needed Rich, not only sexually, but for support, both emotional and physical. He never thought he would want to ask Rich for advice for anything, or to ask him anything at all. But this night changed his opinion of him. He was no longer just a friend. They shared something together that neither of them would ever forget. Were they lovers now? Not exactly. Julian still had his girlfriend at home. Rich would continue to go out at night, get drunk, and shag whoever’s closest or the most willing. Nothing would really change, not really.
Rich climbs onto the bed and crawls to the pillow, erection softening, and flops onto the bed, his legs bent into his stomach in a fetal position. Julian watches him from the side of the bed. The way the moonlight filtered through the window and onto Rich’s naked body was almost sickeningly sweet. Like a movie.
In this light, Julian thinks, Rich is quite beautiful. ...I’m sure it’s the lighting, though.
Julian joins Rich and crawls on to the bed next to him. Rich smiles at him, sleepily. He raises his arm and Julian moves into Rich’s embrace. Julian’s head on Rich’s shoulder, Rich kisses his hair, nuzzling his nose into Julian’s scalp.
“Thank you,” he whispers. Julian frowns into Rich’s shoulder.
“For what?”
“For letting me. For being brave. I’ve wanted to... for a really, really long time. Did you know that?”
Ju shakes his head. “For how long?”
“For longer than you even want to know about.”
Julian smiles a bit, somewhat disturbed for finding out someone wanted to fuck him for what seems like an eternity, but mostly flattered that his best friend saw him as something more than just a costar. Even if he didn’t find Rich sexually attractive, it was nice to hear that someone other than his girlfriend, and Noel, found him sexy.
“Why?” Julian asks, not really wanting to know the answer but particularly curious.
Rich smiles. “Some things you just have to find out yourself.”
He tilts his chin downward, touching noses with Julian. Awkwardly, Rich kisses him, soft and sweet, a stark difference from the way they were only twenty minutes ago. Julian looks upward, leaning into his kiss, wanting, needing more. He didn’t care who was kissing him anymore -- man, woman, friend, stranger -- he just needed the embrace, the touch. He wasn’t sure if he was actually in love with Rich, but it no longer mattered. Nothing mattered. Within Rich’s arms, Julian felt safe. He no longer had to be in control. He no longer had to be the leader. He didn’t have to protect anyone. He could let his guard down. Rich was the most unlikely person to allow him to do that, Rich being the loud one who was rubbish at keeping secrets, especially about personal feelings.
Part 3