Magical Thinking - Part 2
Title: Magical Thinking (2/2)
Pairing or Characters: Noel/Julian
Summary: the boys make up for lost time, slowly
Word Count: 4136
Rating: NC-17 overall
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: a thankyou to heartrachel for feedback and kind words of encouragement along the way
Julian tasted like the good stuff - Glenlivet, hand rolled cigarettes, and well-worn leather. The combination told Noel the other man had been alone for at least a day, and it was a heady cocktail that had Noel buzzing already. The edges of his mouth pushed his cheeks up as the thought made its way through his mind; time was precious, but there would be no rush tonight.
Lips, closed and wet, pressed against Julian’s. When his own tongue moved to part them they withdrew in search of new places to make their mark. The touch like soft pillows against his cheek and chin, then shifting around to his ear; even through his beard he could feel their warmth. As much as Julian wanted them elsewhere he maintained his composure. Something in the idea of relearning each other’s bodies tonight resonated with him.
The point of a tongue flicked Julian’s right ear lobe. His head lolled to the left in response, granting Noel greater access. Noel caught the earlobe between his eye teeth with just enough pressure to keep his grip as he dragged them across it. Another kitten flick and he was on Julian’s neck. The hands on Noel’s hips had worked their way lower in those first moments of frantic kissing. As he teased Julian’s neck with his teeth, Noel felt one hand tighten on his backside while the other crushed his head closer to Julian’s clavicle. He continued his ministrations and flirted with the idea of giving Julian a proper love bite if he didn’t let him breathe soon.
Dropping his chin to his own chest Noel was able to continue his path on the older man’s body. He nipped and kissed Julian’s throat while weaving his fingers around shirt buttons. With the twist of his wrist, one by one the buttons came undone and pieces of fabric fell away from each other. Noel stilled, resting his cheek against Julian’s bare chest.
“You know, you never use the proper phrasing” Julian chuckled as he brushed a bit of fringe out of Noel’s eyes and they both caught their breath.
“Yeah, but ‘many are the stars I see’ sounds a bit stuffy. Besides, I can’t remember everything at” - Noel glanced at the clock briefly without changing his position - “2:54 in the morning.”
“I had noticed. You also forgot that ‘x’ you insist on using at the end of every message when you texted me.”
“Nah, I didn’t forget,” Noel grinned, “just wanted to deliver the kiss in person this time.”
Tracing figure eights around Julian’s rib where his own small, white tattoo was, Noel recited the poem to himself; “Many are the stars I see but in my eye no star like thee.”
Actual posy rings would have been too obvious, but Noel couldn’t let the idea go after he discovered it. The matching star-shaped outlines on their hip and rib were enough to remind them of the promises of friendship and loyalty they’d made to one another and still obscure enough to keep their true meaning hidden only to themselves. The incredibly few people who even realized they had them generally assumed it was something stupid they did one night in the early days when they were off their tits after a gig.
The rhythmic pounding in Noel’s ear soothed something in him, regulating his otherwise frenetic persona. He enjoyed meditating, but it would only ever pale in comparison to this. On his worst days, it was Julian’s heartbeat alone that brought him back to baseline. He could easily stay just where he was until the sun came up, tip of his thumb tucked in between his lips, his torso rising and falling with Julian’s breaths. A chill ran through him as Julian, having other ideas, moved his hands back down Noel’s body. That was fine. Noel knew eventually they would return to this position, they always did.
Finding the hem of what appeared to be Noel’s oldest t-shirt, if its threadbare fabric was any indication, Julian pulled it away from the younger man’s body. Lifting himself off Julian’s chest like a needle from a record player, Noel allowed his shirt to be removed. Arms still raised above him, Noel shook his hair out as the material landed silently on the couch next to them. Julian’s hands swept over his partner’s frame as though he were an old master and Noel his white stone to be whittled away. He could see the angel in the marble; he had only to free him.
~~~
As he pushed himself off of Julian’s lap, Noel caught the other man’s hand in his own and pulled him so they were both standing. Peering up at him now the height difference existed again, Noel felt himself blush at the way Julian was looking at him - very nearly the way a child looks on Christmas morning, that look of awe. Julian would never get used to how beautiful Noel was and Noel would never get over the way Julian looked at him. Noel dropped his eyes to the floor, there was far less responsibility in the way carpet looked at him. At that point Noel quickly became aware of two things; one, that he would do everything in his power to make his time with Julian tonight amazing and had a good idea how to manage it and two, his pyjama bottoms were doing a shit job of hiding the effect those ideas were having on his body. Well, the ideas and the snogging.
Having taken his own shirt the rest of the way off, Julian stepped again towards Noel and brought him into a fresh kiss. He’d noticed the tented bottoms and could feel Noel’s hardness against him now. Blood in his own body was abandoning his brain in search of lower, more compact spaces to occupy. This was more than the four fingers of whisky he’d knocked back in between sending his text and letting himself into Noel’s flat with his spare key. Touching Noel like this was intoxicating, better than any top shelf liquor.
The elastic in the pyjama bottoms gave way easily as Julian’s hands pushed it aside to find Noel’s arse. His backside seemed to fit perfectly in the palms of the older man who kneaded the flesh there. Noel struggled to decide which pleasure to pursue - push back into Julian’s hands or grind against him for the friction in front. He settled on pushing back, if only because that would leave room in front for him to work the zip on Julian’s trousers.
It wasn’t often that Noel was the one wearing the less complicated outfit. Helping Julian get him out of his own clothes so many times meant Noel was able to get trousers off the other man at a record pace. As the belt clattered to the floor, Noel smiled into the kiss and kicked gently at Julian’s feet with his toes. No need for lips or tongues or hands to stop what they were doing, Julian simply picked one foot up and out the trouser leg bunched around his ankle, and then the other. As he kicked them in the general direction of their other articles of clothing, Noel barely heard the painting Julian had stepped around so gingerly go flying across the floor. It was hard to hear anything over the blood rushing in his ears and the hardness of Julian’s cock against his stomach. He could feel its warmth and the first beads of moisture at the tip. Julian cupped Noel’s balls in his hand and snared his tongue in his mouth, sucking deeply. Getting to the bed instantly became a top priority. Noel may have had the skin, body, and balance of a man half his age, but none of that really mattered when his knees were gelatin.
Noel was vaguely aware of how close they were to the bed. He was silently grateful for the king size mattress at the moment - it made for a larger landing area just in case his knees actually gave out. He shuffled slightly, taking Julian’s lips (and by extension, Julian) with him closer and closer until he felt the duvet brush against his calf. They sunk into the bedding together, shimmying until they reached their desired positions.
Raven colored hair tickled Julian’s cheeks as it hung down over him. Pulling back for a moment, Julian opened his eyes to smile at Noel again. He knew Noel’s face like the back of his hand, better than any lines he'd ever had to learn. Reading it now, he could sense Noel was in the mood to fight him a bit. Generally speaking, Julian was in charge of these moments between them. It had started out as a way to get Julian more comfortable, allow him a sense of control in the proceedings. The truth? It got Noel hard. Noel felt like he had the upper hand when Julian told him what he wanted since it was then up to Noel to decide whether or not to grant the request, giving him power of his own. As time went on Julian’s sexually explicit requests became more like directions, expectations, and commands - and that worked for Noel as well. Julian decided to let Noel run the show for now; he would turn over the reins eventually. He always did.
~~~
As though he were prepping a canvas, Noel kissed and caressed his way from Julian’s face to his shoulder to his chest to his stomach and further down. He moved carefully around Julian’s cock, there was no need to give in to his own desires this early. As Noel made his way to Julian’s inner thigh he looked back to the other man’s face. Out of habit he paused and waited for Julian to tell him what to do next. When Julian remained silent in that moment, Noel knew he could do as he pleased - for now.
Julian watched as Noel took his cue and drifted closer to the body part he’d been avoiding. Delicate kisses landed along Julian’s shaft from base to tip. At the first touch of warm, wet tongue on his cock Julian’s head dropped back and he exhaled audibly. Despite the fact the he was so very well acquainted with Noel’s moves, Julian continued to be amazed and surprised by him. At Noel’s art show Julian had the same experience. He could recognise Noel’s unique style anywhere but that didn’t stop him from noticing and appreciating the effects of his brush strokes and color choices in each individual piece. Here and now Julian felt Noel creating a new work. His lips, mouth, tongue, hands, and fingers would be his brushes. Saliva, sweat, and lubricant his paints. Julian his canvas and, as always, his muse.
The seam of Julian’s balls sent a visual invitation to Noel. Running the tip of his tongue along it, Noel caught the sight of Julian’s hand grabbing a fistful of Egyptian cotton. He brought one of Julian's balls into his mouth, sucking gently on the sensitive skin there. He watched as the fist clenched tighter, knuckles whitening.
Julian had never been the loud one. He was good at telling Noel what he wanted and if Noel was doing it right, but Noel wanted to know whether he had a lit a match or started a forest fire in Julian’s veins. Over time he had learned to observe Julian’s body language to gage the impact of what he was doing. Grabbing a handful of bedsheets was a good start, so Noel repeated his steps on the other side.
Alternating focus was key in Noel’s plan. Dragging his mouth away he returned to the swollen cock he’d left behind when distracted by the bits below. Noel closed his lips around it and lowered his head. He could feel the head pushing back in his throat as his nose drew closer to Julian’s groin. It never worked but he liked to try, mostly because he knew the sensations it created for Julian were brilliant. Watching the muscles in Julian’s inner thigh twitch told him he was right. Noel’s head began to bob steadily along while his tongue ran hot circles around Julian’s cock.
Unable to resist, even though he knew it was cliché, Julian brought his hands up to twist his fingers in Noel’s hair. The younger man saw them coming in his periphery, and his own hands quickly caught them mid-air. Noel pinned Julian’s wrists back down against the bed and the men’s eyes locked again. Julian’s amber gaze was lost in the sapphire pools hovering over his lower half as Noel continued his obscene hands-free licking and sucking. Against his calf, Noel felt Julian point the toes of his foot. Things were moving along nicely.
The first taste of salt on his taste buds told Noel it was time to move again. Paying only brief salutations to Julian’s sac this time, Noel pursued the bit of skin just underneath. He lapped at the sensitive area, pressing his tongue into the flesh and leaving a small line of saliva in his wake. Julian’s wrists had been released so Noel could properly arrange himself this low between Julian’s legs. With his hands now free, Noel traced his finger in the spit and brushed the pad of his forefinger close to Julian’s hole. Bringing his mouth back, Noel began licking long stripes lower and lower. He felt the toes of Julian’s other foot brush against him.
“Uuh - ahhhhhhhh - Noel...” Julian choked.
He felt a slick tongue slip closer to his entrance.
“Mmmmm…Noel.” Julian tried again.
The tongue moved away and Noel’s mouth slipped back over Julian’s cock. Julian closed his eyes and steeled himself to try one more time. This had to stop. They both knew what Noel wanted and the warmth beginning to unfurl in Julian’s belly told him he was on the verge of not being able to give it.
“Noel!”
“Hmph?” Noel hummed and smiled around the warm, hard flesh filling his gob. Eyes shifting back to Julian’s face, he stared up from under his fringe in that trademark cheeky way. Noel's tongue continued making swirls around the head of Julian's cock as he waited for him to speak.
“If you keep this up sir,” Julian started.
“Mmmmnnnnnn” Noel pouted, but released nonetheless, dragging his tongue from base to tip one last time.
Julian gathered his slowly returning strength and sat up as Noel moved back and out from between his legs.
“Come on” Julian beckoned, waving his hand.
Noel slowly crawled over until he was close enough to be caught in Julian’s embrace and kisses once more. As he nibbled on Julian’s bottom lip, Noel felt a hand delve into his pyjama bottoms and wrap itself around his cock. The hand squeezed lightly, a promise of things to come. Noel reached behind himself and flailed a bit before losing his balance. Thankfully Julian came with him, Noel shifting his legs open wider to allow Julian’s lower half a softer place to land.
There were some things that worked the first time they tried them. Lines or jokes that they could still reference were good examples. So was keeping the lube at the bottom of the first drawer of the bedside table. Truth be told, a person could enter either man’s bedroom, open said drawer, and locate their tube flush against the back panel. Noel’s was out of the drawer and in Julian’s hand in less than a minute.
Through some serious lack of attention to detail (on Julian’s part, thought Noel) the younger man was still wearing his stripped pyjama bottoms. There was a wet spot forming in the front and Noel’s excitement was undeniably on display for his partner. Propping himself up on his elbows Noel could see Julian working to remedy the situation. When the drawstring knot was undone, Noel lifted his hips up and Julian pulled the last remaining barrier between them away. Moonlight spilled through the undressed window and lit up Noel’s pale skin for the briefest moment before clouds covered the glowing orb once more.
Julian uncapped the bottle of lube and poured an ample amount in his hand. Setting it aside again, he lowered his lips to the trail of black hair on Noel’s stomach. He wrapped his dry hand around Noel’s cock again, holding it in place while his mouth hovered just above. It felt like ages before he finally closed his lips around it but Julian knew that was just the anticipation. Working there with his mouth and hand, Julian brought his other hand lower between his partner’s thighs. Julian left a daub of cool gel just under Noel’s balls and heard him inhale sharply in response. Where Noel favored his tongue, Julian used his fingers to spread the slickness around the space between sac and arse hole. He wanted to see Noel’s face as he was readied.
Noel’s gasping at the cool temperature of the gel that now coated one of his most sensitive areas faded as Julian probed unhurriedly. He was only vaguely aware of Julian massaging soft circles around his entrance, as the sensations around his cock had top billing at the moment. A fingertip brushed over his hole as teeth softly slid over his cock. Noel varied singular approaches one at a time, and that worked, but Julian’s multitasking was genius. Overload the senses, but keep everything on this side of oblivion, seemed to be Julian’s goal.
The fingertip breached Noel and twisted round once. Julian watched as Noel’s jaw dropped, lips forming a perfect ‘O’ and then closing when the digit withdrew and returned to the stroking movements it was previously occupied with. When Julian brought his finger to Noel’s hole again, he slipped it half way in before repeating the twisting motion. Noel began to worry his bottom lip and murmur softly. Stroke, slip, twist - Julian repeated his motions over and over until Noel looked frantic. Eyes wide and still propped up on his elbows, Noel looked at Julian wildly.
“Please” he begged silently, as when he’d waited for Julian to grant that first permission.
Julian let Noel’s cock fall from his mouth. It twitched as Julian added more lubricant to his hand and brought slicked fingers back to Noel’s arse. The first finger slipped in again, to Julian’s knuckle this time. Noel’s elbows gave out as his eyes closed. Julian twisted his wrist and moved his arm back and forth slowly. When Noel began to shift his hips down as Julian withdrew his finger, he knew he could add a second. Moving cautiously, Julian guided two fingers halfway into the tight space. He was caught off-guard when Noel pushed himself down until Julian’s fingers were all the way in.
“Mmmmmmmmm” Noel purred. He hadn’t meant to do it. Really, he’d meant to let Julian keep on. Sort of. If “keep on” meant moving along just a bit more quickly and getting his cock up Noel’s arse sooner anyway. Julian began sliding his fingers away from one another and back together, stretching the tight muscle. Pushing in and pulling out, back and forth, he watched as Noel’s face, his body, contorted and relaxed.
Knowing he could let this go on for ages, Noel decided he didn’t want to. He wanted more and he needed it now. Craved it really. Placing his foot on Julian’s thigh, he lifted his head up and was met immediately by Julian’s stare. Noel blushed again and smiled shyly at the idea of being on display and Julian watching him like this, silly as he knew that was. Julian knew him in this state better than anyone else.
“Think we’re there, Ju” Noel whispered.
Julian withdrew his fingers from within Noel’s body and he raised himself up on his knees. Noel whimpered at the sudden empty feeling and Julian grabbed hold of the lube once more, drizzling the liquid along himself. Julian stroked his own cock a few more times for good measure and the lube warmed with his touch as it coated him. Raising his partner’s foot from his thigh to his shoulder, Julian paused to kiss the inside of Noel’s ankle and then concentrated on the younger man’s face. Pupils nearly blown, Noel’s eyes were rimmed with teal and lust as Julian moved forward and into him.
“Oh….”
Those teal rimmed eyes screwed themselves shut but the tone in Noel’s voice didn’t read as pain. His eyes opened again, slowly.
“Just….” Noel gasped as Julian pushed further.
He’d forgotten. Oh for fuck’s sake how could he have forgotten this? Forgotten the sensation of pressure and slick heat, of feeling out of his mind and lost and found in the same moment. He’d let himself forget, made himself forget because he was never sure it would happen again. But this, oh god this, it brought everything back. Everything that was good and right with the world. Everything he’d ever needed or would need was here and now and this.
“More…God, Ju, it’s not enough, please, fuck, Ju, please….”
Julian filled Noel until no space was left between them and dropped his head in amazement. It wasn’t enough and still it was nearly too much for them both, Julian could tell in Noel’s voice. Julian’s eye caught sight of a hand moving towards Noel’s cock. His eyes returned immediately to Noel’s and he shook his head ‘no.’ Noises of distress mixed with pleasure fell from Noel’s mouth - Julian pulled back slightly and the sounds of pleasure began to take over.
Rocking his hips back and forth, Julian set a steady pace that was driving Noel mad. He knew all of it wasJulian getting him back for Noel nearly making him come with the blowie but wasn’t this torturing them both? With each thrust Noel tried to come down on Julian to get him closer to that spot inside the younger man. Planting his other foot on Julian’s shoulder finally gave Noel the leverage he needed and -
“fucking hell Ju THERE YES THERE HARDER PLEEEEEEEESSE fuckfuckfuck fuuuuuuuuuck….” he sputtered.
Julian gave in completely, moving rougher and deeper. Watching Noel’s head thrash in response nearly drove him over the edge. He swept Noel’s rigid cock up from his stomach rubbed his thumb across its leaking tip. The wetness there combined with the leftover lube in his palm allowed his fingers to glide around the girth and across the length with ease. With a firm grip Julian began to pump in time with his thrusts. Noel felt familiar pangs building within him.
“Ju…unnghh…oh….Ju…it’s…I’m….don’t stop….never….please…don’t….ever….”
If Noel got that last “stop” out neither man could hear it. His hips began to thrust up involuntarily into Julian’s hand as he dissolved into incoherent babbling and his head jerked forward. Noel spilled over Julian’s fingers and onto his stomach, shock waves coursing through his body. His orgasm rippled through him and around and into Julian. As every muscle in Noel’s body tightened and released, Julian’s own body was ignited in response. Noel felt Julian’s cock pulse inside him and his own pleasure was renewed. Watching Julian come, still plunging into him, could get Noel going all over again. They rode the aftershocks out together, until the shuddering and stuttering had passed. Julian carefully pulled out of and away from Noel and flopped down next to him, shiny with sweat and still panting lightly.
“I see you finally got those sheets I was telling you about” Julian muttered as his eyelids began to fall shut. “Gonna have to wash ‘em in the morning.”
“Magical thinking” Noel suddenly announced in…response?
Julian turned his head to face Noel, not quite sure he’d understood.
“What was that?”
Noel rolled to his side and curled himself around Julian, intertwining their legs and picking his head up so it could lie on Julian’s chest.
“Nothing, I mean - I just woke up tonight really wanting to see you and then here you were. If I believe I made that happen, it’s called magical thinking. I couldn’t remember the term before.”
His fingers found Julian’s tattoo again and he resumed tracing figures with his finger, circles this time. The star and the moon, he thought, together always. As his eyes began to close he stopped and brought the tip of his thumb to rest between his lips.
“Oh. I, uh, I might’ve heard of that” Julian said quietly, unsure if Noel was asleep already. He didn’t mention how he’d had an experience with the same concept, the other side of it anyway, that night. Watching Noel’s head rise and fall with his breathing, Julian thought to himself that perhaps it was less about the magical thinking and more about the magic between the two of them. That old, double-act magic.
Pairing or Characters: Noel/Julian
Summary: the boys make up for lost time, slowly
Word Count: 4136
Rating: NC-17 overall
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: a thankyou to heartrachel for feedback and kind words of encouragement along the way
Julian tasted like the good stuff - Glenlivet, hand rolled cigarettes, and well-worn leather. The combination told Noel the other man had been alone for at least a day, and it was a heady cocktail that had Noel buzzing already. The edges of his mouth pushed his cheeks up as the thought made its way through his mind; time was precious, but there would be no rush tonight.
Lips, closed and wet, pressed against Julian’s. When his own tongue moved to part them they withdrew in search of new places to make their mark. The touch like soft pillows against his cheek and chin, then shifting around to his ear; even through his beard he could feel their warmth. As much as Julian wanted them elsewhere he maintained his composure. Something in the idea of relearning each other’s bodies tonight resonated with him.
The point of a tongue flicked Julian’s right ear lobe. His head lolled to the left in response, granting Noel greater access. Noel caught the earlobe between his eye teeth with just enough pressure to keep his grip as he dragged them across it. Another kitten flick and he was on Julian’s neck. The hands on Noel’s hips had worked their way lower in those first moments of frantic kissing. As he teased Julian’s neck with his teeth, Noel felt one hand tighten on his backside while the other crushed his head closer to Julian’s clavicle. He continued his ministrations and flirted with the idea of giving Julian a proper love bite if he didn’t let him breathe soon.
Dropping his chin to his own chest Noel was able to continue his path on the older man’s body. He nipped and kissed Julian’s throat while weaving his fingers around shirt buttons. With the twist of his wrist, one by one the buttons came undone and pieces of fabric fell away from each other. Noel stilled, resting his cheek against Julian’s bare chest.
“You know, you never use the proper phrasing” Julian chuckled as he brushed a bit of fringe out of Noel’s eyes and they both caught their breath.
“Yeah, but ‘many are the stars I see’ sounds a bit stuffy. Besides, I can’t remember everything at” - Noel glanced at the clock briefly without changing his position - “2:54 in the morning.”
“I had noticed. You also forgot that ‘x’ you insist on using at the end of every message when you texted me.”
“Nah, I didn’t forget,” Noel grinned, “just wanted to deliver the kiss in person this time.”
Tracing figure eights around Julian’s rib where his own small, white tattoo was, Noel recited the poem to himself; “Many are the stars I see but in my eye no star like thee.”
Actual posy rings would have been too obvious, but Noel couldn’t let the idea go after he discovered it. The matching star-shaped outlines on their hip and rib were enough to remind them of the promises of friendship and loyalty they’d made to one another and still obscure enough to keep their true meaning hidden only to themselves. The incredibly few people who even realized they had them generally assumed it was something stupid they did one night in the early days when they were off their tits after a gig.
The rhythmic pounding in Noel’s ear soothed something in him, regulating his otherwise frenetic persona. He enjoyed meditating, but it would only ever pale in comparison to this. On his worst days, it was Julian’s heartbeat alone that brought him back to baseline. He could easily stay just where he was until the sun came up, tip of his thumb tucked in between his lips, his torso rising and falling with Julian’s breaths. A chill ran through him as Julian, having other ideas, moved his hands back down Noel’s body. That was fine. Noel knew eventually they would return to this position, they always did.
Finding the hem of what appeared to be Noel’s oldest t-shirt, if its threadbare fabric was any indication, Julian pulled it away from the younger man’s body. Lifting himself off Julian’s chest like a needle from a record player, Noel allowed his shirt to be removed. Arms still raised above him, Noel shook his hair out as the material landed silently on the couch next to them. Julian’s hands swept over his partner’s frame as though he were an old master and Noel his white stone to be whittled away. He could see the angel in the marble; he had only to free him.
~~~
As he pushed himself off of Julian’s lap, Noel caught the other man’s hand in his own and pulled him so they were both standing. Peering up at him now the height difference existed again, Noel felt himself blush at the way Julian was looking at him - very nearly the way a child looks on Christmas morning, that look of awe. Julian would never get used to how beautiful Noel was and Noel would never get over the way Julian looked at him. Noel dropped his eyes to the floor, there was far less responsibility in the way carpet looked at him. At that point Noel quickly became aware of two things; one, that he would do everything in his power to make his time with Julian tonight amazing and had a good idea how to manage it and two, his pyjama bottoms were doing a shit job of hiding the effect those ideas were having on his body. Well, the ideas and the snogging.
Having taken his own shirt the rest of the way off, Julian stepped again towards Noel and brought him into a fresh kiss. He’d noticed the tented bottoms and could feel Noel’s hardness against him now. Blood in his own body was abandoning his brain in search of lower, more compact spaces to occupy. This was more than the four fingers of whisky he’d knocked back in between sending his text and letting himself into Noel’s flat with his spare key. Touching Noel like this was intoxicating, better than any top shelf liquor.
The elastic in the pyjama bottoms gave way easily as Julian’s hands pushed it aside to find Noel’s arse. His backside seemed to fit perfectly in the palms of the older man who kneaded the flesh there. Noel struggled to decide which pleasure to pursue - push back into Julian’s hands or grind against him for the friction in front. He settled on pushing back, if only because that would leave room in front for him to work the zip on Julian’s trousers.
It wasn’t often that Noel was the one wearing the less complicated outfit. Helping Julian get him out of his own clothes so many times meant Noel was able to get trousers off the other man at a record pace. As the belt clattered to the floor, Noel smiled into the kiss and kicked gently at Julian’s feet with his toes. No need for lips or tongues or hands to stop what they were doing, Julian simply picked one foot up and out the trouser leg bunched around his ankle, and then the other. As he kicked them in the general direction of their other articles of clothing, Noel barely heard the painting Julian had stepped around so gingerly go flying across the floor. It was hard to hear anything over the blood rushing in his ears and the hardness of Julian’s cock against his stomach. He could feel its warmth and the first beads of moisture at the tip. Julian cupped Noel’s balls in his hand and snared his tongue in his mouth, sucking deeply. Getting to the bed instantly became a top priority. Noel may have had the skin, body, and balance of a man half his age, but none of that really mattered when his knees were gelatin.
Noel was vaguely aware of how close they were to the bed. He was silently grateful for the king size mattress at the moment - it made for a larger landing area just in case his knees actually gave out. He shuffled slightly, taking Julian’s lips (and by extension, Julian) with him closer and closer until he felt the duvet brush against his calf. They sunk into the bedding together, shimmying until they reached their desired positions.
Raven colored hair tickled Julian’s cheeks as it hung down over him. Pulling back for a moment, Julian opened his eyes to smile at Noel again. He knew Noel’s face like the back of his hand, better than any lines he'd ever had to learn. Reading it now, he could sense Noel was in the mood to fight him a bit. Generally speaking, Julian was in charge of these moments between them. It had started out as a way to get Julian more comfortable, allow him a sense of control in the proceedings. The truth? It got Noel hard. Noel felt like he had the upper hand when Julian told him what he wanted since it was then up to Noel to decide whether or not to grant the request, giving him power of his own. As time went on Julian’s sexually explicit requests became more like directions, expectations, and commands - and that worked for Noel as well. Julian decided to let Noel run the show for now; he would turn over the reins eventually. He always did.
~~~
As though he were prepping a canvas, Noel kissed and caressed his way from Julian’s face to his shoulder to his chest to his stomach and further down. He moved carefully around Julian’s cock, there was no need to give in to his own desires this early. As Noel made his way to Julian’s inner thigh he looked back to the other man’s face. Out of habit he paused and waited for Julian to tell him what to do next. When Julian remained silent in that moment, Noel knew he could do as he pleased - for now.
Julian watched as Noel took his cue and drifted closer to the body part he’d been avoiding. Delicate kisses landed along Julian’s shaft from base to tip. At the first touch of warm, wet tongue on his cock Julian’s head dropped back and he exhaled audibly. Despite the fact the he was so very well acquainted with Noel’s moves, Julian continued to be amazed and surprised by him. At Noel’s art show Julian had the same experience. He could recognise Noel’s unique style anywhere but that didn’t stop him from noticing and appreciating the effects of his brush strokes and color choices in each individual piece. Here and now Julian felt Noel creating a new work. His lips, mouth, tongue, hands, and fingers would be his brushes. Saliva, sweat, and lubricant his paints. Julian his canvas and, as always, his muse.
The seam of Julian’s balls sent a visual invitation to Noel. Running the tip of his tongue along it, Noel caught the sight of Julian’s hand grabbing a fistful of Egyptian cotton. He brought one of Julian's balls into his mouth, sucking gently on the sensitive skin there. He watched as the fist clenched tighter, knuckles whitening.
Julian had never been the loud one. He was good at telling Noel what he wanted and if Noel was doing it right, but Noel wanted to know whether he had a lit a match or started a forest fire in Julian’s veins. Over time he had learned to observe Julian’s body language to gage the impact of what he was doing. Grabbing a handful of bedsheets was a good start, so Noel repeated his steps on the other side.
Alternating focus was key in Noel’s plan. Dragging his mouth away he returned to the swollen cock he’d left behind when distracted by the bits below. Noel closed his lips around it and lowered his head. He could feel the head pushing back in his throat as his nose drew closer to Julian’s groin. It never worked but he liked to try, mostly because he knew the sensations it created for Julian were brilliant. Watching the muscles in Julian’s inner thigh twitch told him he was right. Noel’s head began to bob steadily along while his tongue ran hot circles around Julian’s cock.
Unable to resist, even though he knew it was cliché, Julian brought his hands up to twist his fingers in Noel’s hair. The younger man saw them coming in his periphery, and his own hands quickly caught them mid-air. Noel pinned Julian’s wrists back down against the bed and the men’s eyes locked again. Julian’s amber gaze was lost in the sapphire pools hovering over his lower half as Noel continued his obscene hands-free licking and sucking. Against his calf, Noel felt Julian point the toes of his foot. Things were moving along nicely.
The first taste of salt on his taste buds told Noel it was time to move again. Paying only brief salutations to Julian’s sac this time, Noel pursued the bit of skin just underneath. He lapped at the sensitive area, pressing his tongue into the flesh and leaving a small line of saliva in his wake. Julian’s wrists had been released so Noel could properly arrange himself this low between Julian’s legs. With his hands now free, Noel traced his finger in the spit and brushed the pad of his forefinger close to Julian’s hole. Bringing his mouth back, Noel began licking long stripes lower and lower. He felt the toes of Julian’s other foot brush against him.
“Uuh - ahhhhhhhh - Noel...” Julian choked.
He felt a slick tongue slip closer to his entrance.
“Mmmmm…Noel.” Julian tried again.
The tongue moved away and Noel’s mouth slipped back over Julian’s cock. Julian closed his eyes and steeled himself to try one more time. This had to stop. They both knew what Noel wanted and the warmth beginning to unfurl in Julian’s belly told him he was on the verge of not being able to give it.
“Noel!”
“Hmph?” Noel hummed and smiled around the warm, hard flesh filling his gob. Eyes shifting back to Julian’s face, he stared up from under his fringe in that trademark cheeky way. Noel's tongue continued making swirls around the head of Julian's cock as he waited for him to speak.
“If you keep this up sir,” Julian started.
“Mmmmnnnnnn” Noel pouted, but released nonetheless, dragging his tongue from base to tip one last time.
Julian gathered his slowly returning strength and sat up as Noel moved back and out from between his legs.
“Come on” Julian beckoned, waving his hand.
Noel slowly crawled over until he was close enough to be caught in Julian’s embrace and kisses once more. As he nibbled on Julian’s bottom lip, Noel felt a hand delve into his pyjama bottoms and wrap itself around his cock. The hand squeezed lightly, a promise of things to come. Noel reached behind himself and flailed a bit before losing his balance. Thankfully Julian came with him, Noel shifting his legs open wider to allow Julian’s lower half a softer place to land.
There were some things that worked the first time they tried them. Lines or jokes that they could still reference were good examples. So was keeping the lube at the bottom of the first drawer of the bedside table. Truth be told, a person could enter either man’s bedroom, open said drawer, and locate their tube flush against the back panel. Noel’s was out of the drawer and in Julian’s hand in less than a minute.
Through some serious lack of attention to detail (on Julian’s part, thought Noel) the younger man was still wearing his stripped pyjama bottoms. There was a wet spot forming in the front and Noel’s excitement was undeniably on display for his partner. Propping himself up on his elbows Noel could see Julian working to remedy the situation. When the drawstring knot was undone, Noel lifted his hips up and Julian pulled the last remaining barrier between them away. Moonlight spilled through the undressed window and lit up Noel’s pale skin for the briefest moment before clouds covered the glowing orb once more.
Julian uncapped the bottle of lube and poured an ample amount in his hand. Setting it aside again, he lowered his lips to the trail of black hair on Noel’s stomach. He wrapped his dry hand around Noel’s cock again, holding it in place while his mouth hovered just above. It felt like ages before he finally closed his lips around it but Julian knew that was just the anticipation. Working there with his mouth and hand, Julian brought his other hand lower between his partner’s thighs. Julian left a daub of cool gel just under Noel’s balls and heard him inhale sharply in response. Where Noel favored his tongue, Julian used his fingers to spread the slickness around the space between sac and arse hole. He wanted to see Noel’s face as he was readied.
Noel’s gasping at the cool temperature of the gel that now coated one of his most sensitive areas faded as Julian probed unhurriedly. He was only vaguely aware of Julian massaging soft circles around his entrance, as the sensations around his cock had top billing at the moment. A fingertip brushed over his hole as teeth softly slid over his cock. Noel varied singular approaches one at a time, and that worked, but Julian’s multitasking was genius. Overload the senses, but keep everything on this side of oblivion, seemed to be Julian’s goal.
The fingertip breached Noel and twisted round once. Julian watched as Noel’s jaw dropped, lips forming a perfect ‘O’ and then closing when the digit withdrew and returned to the stroking movements it was previously occupied with. When Julian brought his finger to Noel’s hole again, he slipped it half way in before repeating the twisting motion. Noel began to worry his bottom lip and murmur softly. Stroke, slip, twist - Julian repeated his motions over and over until Noel looked frantic. Eyes wide and still propped up on his elbows, Noel looked at Julian wildly.
“Please” he begged silently, as when he’d waited for Julian to grant that first permission.
Julian let Noel’s cock fall from his mouth. It twitched as Julian added more lubricant to his hand and brought slicked fingers back to Noel’s arse. The first finger slipped in again, to Julian’s knuckle this time. Noel’s elbows gave out as his eyes closed. Julian twisted his wrist and moved his arm back and forth slowly. When Noel began to shift his hips down as Julian withdrew his finger, he knew he could add a second. Moving cautiously, Julian guided two fingers halfway into the tight space. He was caught off-guard when Noel pushed himself down until Julian’s fingers were all the way in.
“Mmmmmmmmm” Noel purred. He hadn’t meant to do it. Really, he’d meant to let Julian keep on. Sort of. If “keep on” meant moving along just a bit more quickly and getting his cock up Noel’s arse sooner anyway. Julian began sliding his fingers away from one another and back together, stretching the tight muscle. Pushing in and pulling out, back and forth, he watched as Noel’s face, his body, contorted and relaxed.
Knowing he could let this go on for ages, Noel decided he didn’t want to. He wanted more and he needed it now. Craved it really. Placing his foot on Julian’s thigh, he lifted his head up and was met immediately by Julian’s stare. Noel blushed again and smiled shyly at the idea of being on display and Julian watching him like this, silly as he knew that was. Julian knew him in this state better than anyone else.
“Think we’re there, Ju” Noel whispered.
Julian withdrew his fingers from within Noel’s body and he raised himself up on his knees. Noel whimpered at the sudden empty feeling and Julian grabbed hold of the lube once more, drizzling the liquid along himself. Julian stroked his own cock a few more times for good measure and the lube warmed with his touch as it coated him. Raising his partner’s foot from his thigh to his shoulder, Julian paused to kiss the inside of Noel’s ankle and then concentrated on the younger man’s face. Pupils nearly blown, Noel’s eyes were rimmed with teal and lust as Julian moved forward and into him.
“Oh….”
Those teal rimmed eyes screwed themselves shut but the tone in Noel’s voice didn’t read as pain. His eyes opened again, slowly.
“Just….” Noel gasped as Julian pushed further.
He’d forgotten. Oh for fuck’s sake how could he have forgotten this? Forgotten the sensation of pressure and slick heat, of feeling out of his mind and lost and found in the same moment. He’d let himself forget, made himself forget because he was never sure it would happen again. But this, oh god this, it brought everything back. Everything that was good and right with the world. Everything he’d ever needed or would need was here and now and this.
“More…God, Ju, it’s not enough, please, fuck, Ju, please….”
Julian filled Noel until no space was left between them and dropped his head in amazement. It wasn’t enough and still it was nearly too much for them both, Julian could tell in Noel’s voice. Julian’s eye caught sight of a hand moving towards Noel’s cock. His eyes returned immediately to Noel’s and he shook his head ‘no.’ Noises of distress mixed with pleasure fell from Noel’s mouth - Julian pulled back slightly and the sounds of pleasure began to take over.
Rocking his hips back and forth, Julian set a steady pace that was driving Noel mad. He knew all of it wasJulian getting him back for Noel nearly making him come with the blowie but wasn’t this torturing them both? With each thrust Noel tried to come down on Julian to get him closer to that spot inside the younger man. Planting his other foot on Julian’s shoulder finally gave Noel the leverage he needed and -
“fucking hell Ju THERE YES THERE HARDER PLEEEEEEEESSE fuckfuckfuck fuuuuuuuuuck….” he sputtered.
Julian gave in completely, moving rougher and deeper. Watching Noel’s head thrash in response nearly drove him over the edge. He swept Noel’s rigid cock up from his stomach rubbed his thumb across its leaking tip. The wetness there combined with the leftover lube in his palm allowed his fingers to glide around the girth and across the length with ease. With a firm grip Julian began to pump in time with his thrusts. Noel felt familiar pangs building within him.
“Ju…unnghh…oh….Ju…it’s…I’m….don’t stop….never….please…don’t….ever….”
If Noel got that last “stop” out neither man could hear it. His hips began to thrust up involuntarily into Julian’s hand as he dissolved into incoherent babbling and his head jerked forward. Noel spilled over Julian’s fingers and onto his stomach, shock waves coursing through his body. His orgasm rippled through him and around and into Julian. As every muscle in Noel’s body tightened and released, Julian’s own body was ignited in response. Noel felt Julian’s cock pulse inside him and his own pleasure was renewed. Watching Julian come, still plunging into him, could get Noel going all over again. They rode the aftershocks out together, until the shuddering and stuttering had passed. Julian carefully pulled out of and away from Noel and flopped down next to him, shiny with sweat and still panting lightly.
“I see you finally got those sheets I was telling you about” Julian muttered as his eyelids began to fall shut. “Gonna have to wash ‘em in the morning.”
“Magical thinking” Noel suddenly announced in…response?
Julian turned his head to face Noel, not quite sure he’d understood.
“What was that?”
Noel rolled to his side and curled himself around Julian, intertwining their legs and picking his head up so it could lie on Julian’s chest.
“Nothing, I mean - I just woke up tonight really wanting to see you and then here you were. If I believe I made that happen, it’s called magical thinking. I couldn’t remember the term before.”
His fingers found Julian’s tattoo again and he resumed tracing figures with his finger, circles this time. The star and the moon, he thought, together always. As his eyes began to close he stopped and brought the tip of his thumb to rest between his lips.
“Oh. I, uh, I might’ve heard of that” Julian said quietly, unsure if Noel was asleep already. He didn’t mention how he’d had an experience with the same concept, the other side of it anyway, that night. Watching Noel’s head rise and fall with his breathing, Julian thought to himself that perhaps it was less about the magical thinking and more about the magic between the two of them. That old, double-act magic.