The Lesson
Title: The Lesson
Pairing or Characters: Noel/Julian
Summary: Julian might be older, but there are still things Noel can teach him
Word Count: 1,141
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: RPS
Disclaimer: As far as I know, Noel and Julian own themselves and are definitely not mine - the content/events here are purely fictional and a result of a fairly twisted imagination. No harm intended, the author is writing for fun and no profit.
Author's Note: for heartrachel, who gave me the prompt without even realizing it
“I don’t know about this Noel.”
“Honestly Ju, s'embarrassing being out with you sometimes. What happened with that girl the other night can’t happen again.”
The glass bottle clinked against the small glass in Noel’s left hand as he gathered them off the bar and headed for the living room.
“Can’t you just explain it to me though? Have we got to actually practice it?”
The lime rolled over on itself on the coffee table where Noel had dropped it. Kneeling and beginning to cut a wedge out, Noel sighed.
“We practice everything Ju, our lines, the scenes. Pretend it’s like that, alright?”
Noel looked up through his fringe at Julian, seated there on the couch. The panic was rising in his eyes and he hoped on hope that Noel couldn’t see it. Noel was the expert here, he told himself. It would just be a quick tutorial and they could move on. Julian kept trying to make that the biggest thought in his brain, so big there wouldn't be room left for any others. Like the thought about having Noel’s tongue on his skin. Not kissing, they’d already done that for the act. No, not kissing this time - licking. Licking a soft circle around….IT WOULD JUST BE A QUICK TUTORIAL AND THEY WOULD MOVE ON. Julian made the letters another size larger. This was becoming difficult.
“Alright then, off with your jumper.”
Julian complied.
He met Noel’s eyes with a wary glance.
“And your vest. Com’on, off with it all!”
Blue pupils, already wider in the low light, swept over Julian’s topless form. It wasn’t anything new to Noel, they’d changed in front of one another more times than he could remember. Putting the kettle on in the morning didn’t require more than pyjama bottoms either. Sometimes it didn’t require more than pants. Noel shook his head trying to let the image of Julian in his pants, half hard and making tea, out of his brain. Julian hadn’t noticed him that morning, but Noel had that memory pop into his mind more than once when he was alone under the covers or in the shower. When the opportunity for this lesson came, Noel figured it was Christmas and Halloween and Easter (all the major candy holidays) rolled into one.
“Now what?” Julian queried, scratching his shoulder in the kind of way that suggested he didn’t so much have a physical itch as an anxious one.
“Lie down, try to make yourself flat, and stay still.”
Julian followed the instructions best he could. Peering down the length of his body, he watched as Noel prepared to pour a thin line of salt just above his belly button.
“Aren’t you - aren’t you supposed to put the salt on the lime or your hand or something?”
“You know what Ju? Could you, uh, could you take your trousers off as well? They come up too high, there’s not enough room.”
Another sigh came from the taller man. It wasn’t heavy, just, concerned perhaps? Noel did his best to comfort his partner.
“I mean, girls’ waist bands don’t come up that high, y’know? Trying to make this accurate is all.”
Neatly folded trousers joined his other garments on the chair at the end of the couch and Julian returned to his position as a bar top.
“Okay, I’m ready” Julian lied through his teeth.
He did his best not to flinch as Noel twisted his fingertip in the lime then and dragged it across his skin. It may as well have been a heated knife the way it seared Julian’s flesh and the sensation rippled through him. Looking down, he could see how the the salt formed a thin, nearly clear, line on his abdomen, held in place by the sticky juice. Noel placed the lime wedge just above the elastic of Julian’s pants and turned to prep the final component.
“I really don’t think this is how it happens in the pub Noel.” Never in his life had he seen someone sprawled out, in just their pants, on the bar at any pub. Ever.
“Shhhhh, ‘course it is Julian. You just didn’t see it the other night ‘cos the girl ran off before we got this far.”
Noel moved back to facing Julian on the couch and placed the shot glass just on his navel. A shiver ran through Julian and the glass quivered, tequila spilling over the side and onto Julian’s skin. He was sure he felt it running down into his belly button. Julian closed his eyes, of all the times to be an innie….
“Ready then?”
“Mhmm” was all Julian could manage.
“Want me to go over the steps again? Talk you through them one more time?”
“Nm mm.” Making actual words at this point was beyond him.
Lightning fired inside of Julian as Noel’s tongue traced along the salt. It felt like hours, watching Noel lap slowly across him. There was the wet muscle itself and the moist heat of breath hitting the line of saliva it left in its wake. Then suddenly it was gone. The image of Noel’s mouth closing obscenely around the shot glass burned itself into Julian’s retinas. The wet warmth of Noel’s mouth returned, lower now. Watching and feeling the younger man’s tongue flick under the lime wedge, lifting it until it filled his mouth. He grinned around it and looked to his left to catch Julian’s tiny eyes.
Taking the now deflated fruit from between his lips, Noel shook his head.
“You twitched a bit there you know.”
Julian’s raised head nodded slowly.
“No sense in letting good spirits go to waste, yeah?”
Julian wasn’t sure what that meant, until Noel’s head was back over him and his tongue was again licking along what was left of the salt line.
“But?” Julian hesistated. “Oh. OH.”
Julian’s head dropped back again as Noel’s tongue swirled down into his navel. This - this was new. And it was something else.
Noel noticed the something else as he licked his lips.
“Ju, did you like that?”
Julian squeezed his eyes shut. He couldn’t lie to Noel. At the first touch of Noel’s tongue on him, he’d gotten half hard. That last trick had his cock flying at full mast. There was no hiding it.
Watching Julian’s chest rise as he took a deep breath, Noel wanted more than anything to make his partner feel at ease again.
“I liked it too, Julian” he breathed, just above whisper, as he began kissing along the top of Julian’s pants.
“Really?”
“Mhmmm” Noel murmured as he continued kissing. He slipped the tips of his fingers between the band of Julian’s pants and the tight skin over his hip bones.
”Should we, should we see what else we like then?” Noel asked, eyes shining as excitement washed away the anxiety that had been written on the other man's face
Julian raised his hips.
“Okay little man,” he smiled, “what else can we learn tonight?”