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Fan Fiction Post #39 {Howince Part 3}

Author's Note: This is part 3. The previous 2 posts are parts 1 and 2. Read those first. Read at your own risk.
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"I feel like Vince should see a real doctor," Howard said, filling the kettle with tap water, "he's still in quite a lot of pain."

"You can't make Vince see a doctor. He's scared of those wankers, and besides, I have something that'll help," Naboo rolled his eyes, handing the hose of his hookah to Bollo. He got up and strolled into the kitchen, opening his potion cabinet, "here it is," Naboo grabbed a small vile with a small amount of bright purple liquid in it and gave it to Howard.

"What is it?" Howard asked, examining it.

"Naboo's miracle potion,"  Naboo said proudly, "it's a cure all."

"It'll help Vince?" Howard looked at Naboo.

"Or Harold get money back," Bollo chimed in, exhaling a cloud of smoke.

"Money back? I have to pay for this?" Howard handed the potion back to Naboo, "It's all about profit, isn't it, Naboo?"

"I can give you a good deal. Twenty euros. But that's only because it's for Vince."

Sighing, Howard pulled out his wallet, "you're sure it's going to help him, right?" he asked, slightly apprehensive about slipping his closest mate a potion that's supposedly a cure-all.

Naboo tried to make eye contact with Howard, but couldn't. His magic potion was useless, but he couldn't stand seeing Howard so exhausted and Vince in so much pain. The past week had been the worst he'd ever lived though. The situation was killing him, "no," he said finally, putting the bottle back in the cabinet, "it's mostly for hypochondriacs," he folded his arms, "it's really just grape Kool-aid."

"I can't believe you, Naboo," Howard frowned.

"I'm sorry, Howard," Naboo look down at the outdated floor tiles, "maybe you should take Vince to a doctor."

* * *

"No, Howard, you can't make me go," Vince's eyes were wide and brimming with tears, "I'm scared of doctors," he was on the verge of a panic attack.

"I'm worried about you, Vince," Howard sat down in the chair that hadn't moved from Vince's bedside, "I want to make sure you're okay."

"I'm fine," Vince sat up slowly, only cringing slightly as he did so, which was a decided improvement over his state just a few days ago. But, nevertheless, he wasn't back to his normal self, "I'm just a little bruised, and it's not like doctors will do anything if I've broken a rib."

Howard knew Vince was right, but it didn't make him feel any better. He grabbed Vince's hand, not sure of how else to persuade Vince to see a doctor, "look, I won't make you see a doctor because you're an adult, but, if you're not feeling better in the next few days, I hope you'll rethink seeing a professional."

"Stop worrying, Howard," Vince said softly, "I'm just a little sore from getting my ass kicked. I'll be fine in a week."

Howard looked at Vince, forcing himself to smile a little, "I trust you, Vince," he said finally, standing up so he could sit next to Vince on the bed. Automatically, Vince curled up against Howard. Over the past week, Howard had gotten over his fear of being touched, and was starting to rather enjoy the cuddling with Vince. Carefully draping his arm around Vince's waist, Howard pulled the smaller man closer, "I don't mean to be so protective, I just don't want to lose you."

Vince closed his eyes, resting his head against Howard's chest. He ran his fingers over the ridges of Howard's cords; there was no denying that he hated corduroy, but the bumpy, velvety texture felt nice. It was something he always associated with Howard. Vince was so caught up in the wonder of corduroy, that he didn't realize how tense Howard had become.

"Um, Vince," Howard whispered, pulling Vince back to the present.

"Huh?" Vince looked at Howard, "Oh, I'm sorry. I like how your trousers feel," he admitted sheepishly, "I'll stop."

"You don't have to," Howard said quickly, his cheeks flushing.

"You liked it, didn't you?" Vince smiled, "It's okay, you can say it."

"I like that I'm finally able to be close with you," Howard weighed each word as he spoke, "because I was a twat for a long time. But now I'm comfortable with you. I'm starting to rather enjoy cuddling, but I'm sure there's so much more I need to-"

"Howard?" Vince cut Howard off. He'd stopped listening after Howard mentioned being close. They hadn't kissed since the night of the party, but Vince had never stopped thinking about it. Something inside him wanted to kiss Howard again, but only if Howard made the first move. It only seemed fair since he'd initiated it the first time. Howard said he loved him, but Vince wanted to be sure of Howard's feelings before he tried anything else.

"What is it, Vince?" Howard glanced down at Vince.

"Would you ever kiss me again?" Vince asked shyly.

"What?"

"We've fallen asleep together every night this week," Vince said, pulling a piece of lint off of Howard's trousers, "and I know me being disgusting to look at must be a turn off, but, do you think you'd ever kiss me again? We're like a couple in a sexless marriage...it's a little frustrating."

Howard had thought about kissing Vince more over the past week than he ever has. He was ashamed to admit it because he didn't want Vince to think he only fancied him because he was helpless, "I don't know," he said, looking away.

"I'd kiss you again," Vince murmured, "properly, though."

"We'll have to see what happens," Howard got up, "I'm going to have a shower before bed," he said, walking toward the door of the bedroom, "try to get some sleep. I'll be quiet when I come back in."

"I'll make sure I don't hog the bed," Vince said, trying not to sound entirely disappointed, as he carefully laid down on his side, wincing for a second as he got comfortable, "enjoy your shower."

"I will," Howard left the room and locked himself in the bathroom. He barely recognized his own face in the mirror. Dark circles engulfed his eyes, his skin was duller than usual and his hair hadn't been brushed in several days. He refused to leave Vince's side, so his sleep patterns and personal hygiene took a major blow over the past few days.

The hot water felt amazing. Everything about the shower was perfect. It was so relaxing that Howard almost forgot that anything was wrong. Just as the thought was about to slip his mind, he remembered the seriousness of everything. Things weren't okay. Vince was pretty banged up and there was nothing he could do about it.

Sighing, Howard shut the water off. The cooler bathroom air made him shiver as he stepped out of the tub. He wrapped a large, fluffy towel around his waste and left the bathroom. The only light in his and Vince's bedroom was a small nightlight that Vince insisted be left on. From what Howard could tell, Vince had fallen asleep. But, Howard never trusted his instincts because Vince was just about flawless at pretending to sleep.

Howard slipped a pair of shorts on under the towel before tossing it into the laundry bin. After spritzing his normal cologne on his chest, he sat down on his side of the bed, flipping up the duvet so he could get under it.

Vince stirred and turned over so he was facing Howard, "I didn't mean to put you on the spot earlier," he said softly, "I was just curious."

"Don't worry about it," Howard laid down, adjusting himself so he was laying on his side.

"Do you think that when my face doesn't look this hideous we could have proper snogsies?" Vince asked, hopefully.

"I dunno," Howard yawned.

"Can I kiss you right now? I know I look hideous, but I've been thinking and I-"

Howard interrupted Vince's speech by leaning in and pressing his lips against Vince's. The kiss only lasted for a moment, but it was absolutely perfect.

"Oh," Vince said when Howard broke the kiss, "okay then."

"And, Vince?" Howard draped his arm over Vince's waist.

"Yeah, Howard?"

"Don't ever call yourself hideous," Howard said sternly, "I think you're the most beautiful person in the world."

Vince felt his cheeks burning, "Howard..."

"Goodnight, Vince," Howard ignored Vince, quickly pressing a kiss on his cheek.

Vince snuggled up against Howard, relaxing, "I love you," his voice was barely audible, just loud enough for Howard to hear.

"I, uh," Howard stuttered, "I love you too, Vince," he said, smiling to himself at the exchange. This love thing isn't half bad, Howard thought, especially when it involves your best mate.

Fan Fiction Post #38 {Howince Part 2}

Author's Note: This is part two to the fic I recently posted. Sensitive subject matter so PLEASE read at your own risk. Don't say I didn't warn you.
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When Vince woke up, Howard was snoring softly, his arm still securely around Vince's waist. It was after four in the afternoon and the soreness from getting kicked in the ribs was worse than ever. Vince tried shifting a little to get comfortable, but moving escalated the pain, causing him to wince.

"Are you okay?" Howard asked softly, letting go of Vince's waist.

"My ribs hurt," Vince mumbled, "wanker kicked me."

The visual of Vince getting kicked in the midsection made Howard flinch, "do you want something for the pain?" Howard asked, sitting up.

"I really just want to have a bath," Vince tried sitting up, trying to ignore how much it hurt.

"Can you walk?" Howard put his arm around Vince to help him sit up. When he was upright, Vince rested against Howard.

"My legs are fine," Vince sighed, "I just hurt all over," he said sadly.

"I can run you a nice bubble bath. Then you can sit and relax. The hot water will make you feel better," Howard debated for a moment before pressing a kiss on Vince's temple.

"A bubble bath would be genius," Vince said, smiling slightly, "but I don't know if I'm ready to see what a right mess I am in the mirror..."

"Don't look then," Howard suggested, "I'll go run the bath for you," he helped Vince lay back down before leaving the room.

Vince heard Howard turn the water on, and was afraid to see how badly he was bruised. There was no doubt in his mind that he would have bruises up and down his chest, along with the awful state his face must've been in. The brutal beating kept replaying in his head; it never got any easier to visualize.

"Get off me, you wanker," Vince yelled, trying to squirm out of the man's grip, "ow, stop it!"

"Shut the fuck up and take it," the man held Vince down and undid his trousers.

"Help," Vince cried, tears streaming down his cheeks, "no, please, stop!" his pained cries went without notice. No one was around. He wished Howard was there.

"If you don't shut the fuck up, I'll break your fucking teeth," the man hissed, straddling Vince.

Vince squeezed his eyes shut. He knew what was going to happen next. It was unavoidable. He cursed himself for pulling a fit and leaving the flat. This was entirely his fault. He knew Howard would blame himself, but Vince knew the truth...and the truth is, if he hadn't stormed out of the flat, none of this would have happened.


"Ready for your bath?" Howard opened the door, "what's wrong, Vince?" he ran over to the bed and knelt down, "don't cry..."

"Am I crying?" Vince wiped his eyes, "Sorry, Howard. I'm a mental nightmare like you," he attempted to joke.

"What aren't you telling me?" Howard asked softly, grabbing Vince's hand, "You can tell me. I won't tell Naboo or Bollo."

Vince shook his head, "I can't..."

Howard had a pretty good idea what was going on. He may come off as a naive berk, but he wasn't stupid. His first thought was that Vince wasn't only physically abused, but sexually as well; he prayed that wasn't the case, although he'd be willing to bet money that that was exactly what happened, "Vince," Howard's voice was barely a whisper, "did he...er..." he couldn't finish the sentence.

Vince bit his lip, staring at Howard, fully understanding what he meant. Slowly he nodded, "I couldn't get away."

Howard dropped Vince's hand and stood up, "I'll kill him," he growled, clenching his fists.

"Howard, no, just forget about it. Help me to the bath," Vince pleaded, blinking through fresh tears.

Howard pinched the bridge of his nose, his anger flaring. He was protective of Vince, and for him to not be able to protect Vince, made him furious. He exhaled slowly, composing himself before kneeling down, "I'm sorry I lost my temper," he said, helping Vince sit up again.

Vince wrapped his arm around Howard's waist and slowly stood up, "I'm sorry I made you lose your temper, this is all my fault," he winced as Howard helped him walk to the bathroom.

"None of this is your fault," Howard kicked the bathroom door shut behind him once he and Vince were inside, "do you need help...uh, undressing?" he asked, blushing, as Vince sat down on the toilet.

"Can you handle it?" Vince asked, hating how helpless he was. But, secretly enjoying the alone time with Howard.

"Of course," Howard lied.

"Just start with my shirt. Go slow," Vince lifted his arms and Howard gently pulled the shirt off.

Howard dropped the shirt immediately and gasped, staring at the dark purple bruises scattered across Vince's chest. He wanted to cry, but for Vince's sake, he bit his lip, "Trousers next?" he choked, his voice cracking.

Vince looked down at his chest, "that would explain why I'm in pain," he laughed without humor, unbuttoning the button on his trousers, "I ain't wearin' any pants so don't act surprised when you pull my trousers off."

"You filthy little exhibitionist," Howard's eyes didn't leave the bruises littering Vince's chest as he slowly slid the trousers off, dropping them into the laundry bin. His eyes wandered for a split second, but he quickly looked away, "let's get you in the bath, yeah?" he held Vince under his armpits and helped him step into the tub. Carefully, he lowered Vince so he was sitting down, "I'll give you some privacy."

"Please don't leave me, Howard," Vince looked up at Howard, his big eyes brimming with tears, "I don't want to be alone again."

"I'll just face the door then," Howard sat down on the floor next to the tub, "is this okay?"

Vince sighed, "why can't you look at me?"

"Because you're nude," Howard said automatically.

"You said you loved me," Vince said sheepishly, "I heard you say it."

Howard tensed up, "you heard that?" he asked, feeling his heart race.

"Yeah," Vince touched Howard's shoulder, "it's okay, you know."

"You're hurt. I'm the worst friend in the world. That's not how you show someone you love them," he felt physically sick, "I don't deserve you."

"Howard," Vince whispered, "I love you too."

"Wait, what?" Howard turned and looked at Vince, "Why?"

"You're the only one who's always there," Vince smiled, "my Howard."

"I wasn't there earlier," Howard frowned, "you needed me and I wasn't there."

"But you still found me. I'd still be laying in that alley if you hadn't found me. I owe you my life, Howard."

"I'm sorry I didn't get there sooner," Howard smiled sadly, "I'm just glad you're still here."

"You are?" Vince popped a few bubbles in the bath.

"I wouldn't be able to live with myself if you didn't come back."

"Why not?"

"Because I'd never get the chance to tell you face to face that I've been in love with you from the moment we met. You're my entire world, Vince. I don't know where I'd be without you," Howard felt his emotions bubbling up all at once. He'd started his speech and dammit he was going to finish, "I always try to play off as nonchalant around you, but I feel whole when I'm with you. When you kissed me on the roof last night...I...I'd never felt so alive," Howard closed his eyes, smiling to himself, "I saw fireworks and I knew from that moment on, any questions I had about being in love with you were answered. I'm in love with Vince Noir and I can't fight it anymore."

Fan Fiction Post #37 {Howince}

Author's Note: This takes place post-Party (series 3) episode. Old Gregg showed up in the extra scenes, so I'm writing after the Old Gregg incident. Sensitive subject matter, read at your own risk.
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"Howard?" Vince asked quietly in the dark of their shared bedroom. Howard had shut off the lights nearly an hour ago, but Vince was sure he was still awake. After a night with Old Gregg, who could possibly sleep?

Howard didn't respond.

"Howard?" Vince asked a little louder. When Howard still didn't answer, Vince continued, "Howard? Howard? Howard. Howard. Howard? Howaaaaard. How-"

"What, Vince?" Howard finally cut in, sighing.

"Where you scared when you were with Old Gregg?" He asked, curious to know if Howard had been as nervous as he was. Outwardly, Vince had been calm, but internally, he was a mess. The moment he'd been told that Howard was probably dead, Vince felt his entire world shatter.

"I wasn't," Howard said softly, "I'm Howard Moon. I fear no scaly manfish. He wasn't that scary. He just wished me a happy birthday and I accepted it," he tried to sound as cocky as possible in order to hide how freaked out he'd actually been. The thought of never seeing Vince again was his biggest fear. What if he never got to tell Vince how he truly felt? His life would have been a waste.

"What if he killed you?" Vince whispered, turning on his side so he could look over to Howard's bed. He couldn't see Howard, but he assumed Howard had turned to look at him, so it felt right.

"So?" Howard yawned.

"So? You would have never seen anyone again," Vince said, frowning to himself, "I would have never seen you again..."

"Come on, Vince. Nobody would miss me. Tonight was proof of that," he said, letting his self pity get the best of him.

"Since when am I nobody?" Vince sat up, angry. He loved Howard, but sometimes some of the things Howard said just plain irritated him. It was always the pity-me bullshit. Vince hated it because Howard had no idea how much he meant to him.

"You wouldn't miss me. You'd be a little sad, but then you'd go about tossing out my jazz records and moving on with your life," Howard sighed, "I'm not a memorable man."

"I wouldn't do that, Howard!"

"You did do that. Remember when I got sent to monkey hell? You broke half my records," Howard pinched the bridge of his nose, starting to get a headache.

"That was Bollo," Vince said quickly, "I was very upset when you died that day."

"No one was upset. I'm not stupid. Can I please go to sleep now?"

"Fine," Vince stood up and walked out of the bedroom, slamming the door. He'd rather sleep on the couch than share a room with Howard when he was in a "whoa is me" mood because there was nothing he could do about it. He flopped down on the couch and covered his head with a blanket.

Howard flinched when the door slammed.  Sighing, he covered his head with a pillow. Vince always pulled fits like this, so he would let him have his pout, and everything would be forgotten about by morning. It happened like clockwork. Vince would be fine in the morning, Howard told himself as he fell asleep.

* * *

"Howard!" Naboo slapped him, "Wake up, you ballbag," he hit him again.

Howard sat up quickly, looking around, "What is it?" he rubbed his eyes, trying to wake up, and groaning as he caught sight of his alarm clock. It wasn't even five in the morning.

"What the hell did you do to Vince?" Naboo handed Howard a folded piece of paper, "Bollo and I got back early from the stag night and found this."

Opening it, Howard recognized Vince's handwriting immediately. It was a note, written in crayon:

I'll be gone when you guys read this. Don't bother looking for me, you're better off without me.
-Vince


"Well? What the hell did you do?" Naboo asked again.

"I don't know. I was sleeping," Howard didn't look at Naboo.

"Harold better find precious Vince, or Bollo break his arms," Bollo growled.

Howard put his arms up in defense, "fine, fine. I'll find him. Can I wake up a little first?"

"Go find him. Vince won't know what to do on his own," Naboo scowled at Howard.

Howard rubbed his eyes again, getting up, "any idea where he'd be?" he asked, yawning, as he slipped his feet into his favorite pair of sandals.

"Check Leroy's," Naboo watched Howard pull on a jumper, "or the Velvet Onion," he was trying to sound calm, but his eyes were terrified. Howard had never seen Naboo this worked up.

"Call me if Vince comes back," Howard walked out of his bedroom, trying to think of other places where Vince could have gone. He hadn't the slightest idea why Vince had gotten offended to the point of leaving, but he knew that he owed Vince some form of apology.

"Call me when you find him," Naboo called down as Howard was leaving.

"Will do, Naboo."

The sun hadn't risen yet, and although it was summer, the air was chilly. Howard was glad he'd worn a jumper. Naboo had suggested he go to Leroy's, but if Vince didn't want to be found, Howard knew that Leroy's was out of the question. So wasn't the Velvet Onion.

Howard strolled past a few shop fronts, pondering places to look. After about fifteen minutes he pulled out his phone. It was a long shot, but he figured calling Vince couldn't hurt. He pressed speed dial one and held the phone to his ear. It rang four times before the other end picked up.

"Howard?" Vince's voice was barely audible. He sounded weak and unlike himself. Something was wrong.

"Vince," Howard's stomach sank, "are you alright? Where are you?"

"Howard," Vince whispered, "help," his voice cracked.

"Vince, listen to me. You need to tell me where you are," Howard's heart was racing.

The only response was soft sobbing.

"Talk to me, Vince," Howard tried to sound as calm as humanly possible given the situation, but the sound of Vince crying was tearing him apart, "do you know where you are?"

"An alley," Vince's voice was growing weaker, "Howard..."

There were hundreds, if not thousands of alleys in London. Howard felt his eyes starting to water, "Where, Vince?" he asked, "Stay with me, Vince."

"Onion," he said, sniffling.

"I'm coming. Don't hang up," Howard didn't spare a moment before taking off running toward the Velvet Onion, "I'll be there in a minute, Vince. Everything will be fine," he huffed, as the club came into view. The alley next to the Onion was typically used by club-goers to smoke fags, but it was in a bad area, so Howard was expecting the worst, "ok, I'm here," Howard said, stopping at the edge of the alley.

Howard saw Vince immediately, curled up on his side, laying on the ground, "Vince," he said to himself, stuffing his phone back in his pocket as he jogged over to the tiny figure. He knelt down and touched Vince's arm.

Vince finched and tried to move away, but gasped out in pain, "leave me alone," he whimpered, opening his eyes, "Howard?"

"I'm here," Howard took off his sweater and draped it over Vince, "what happened?" Vince had a bloody lip and a black eye, from what he could see. He was afraid to know of any injuries he couldn't see.

Vince tried to sit up but winced, "I can't get up," he mumbled, bordering incoherency.

"You don't have to," Howard felt tears, but ignored them, "I'll call Naboo," he pulled out his phone and dialed Naboo's phone, taking Vince's hand with his free hand. Vince squeezed it weakly, watching Howard with glossy eyes.

"Did you find him?" Naboo answered.

"I did," Howard sighed, "Can you come get us? You'll understand when you get here."

"Where are you?"

"Alleyway next to the Onion. Please hurry," Howard looked down at Vince who'd closed his eyes again. Naboo hung up without another word, and Howard cut his phone, stuffing it back into his pocket, "hey, stay awake, Vince. Naboo is on his way," Howard cooed, putting his arm under Vince to help him sit up.

"Ow, stop," Vince cried, "just leave me here, please," fresh tears were trickling down his cheeks.

"No," Howard said sternly, "just lean against me. You're going to be fine," he said, questioning his own honesty. He wanted to know what happened to Vince, but, at the same time, he was terrified to know what Vince had been through.

Vince rested his head against Howard's chest, "Howard," he whispered, relaxing a little, unable to finish his sentence.

Howard didn't prod him to finish. He rubbed Vince's back, humming softly, in an attempt to make Vince feel as comfortable as possible until Naboo got there.

"You've got to be kidding me," Naboo's voice came from down the alley, "is he okay?"

"I don't know," Howard looked up at Naboo, "he's pretty banged up."

"I couldn't tell," Naboo rolled his eyes, "Bollo, help Howard get Vince on the rug."

"That's alright, I've got him," Howard said quickly, "c'mon, Vince. We're going to take this nice and slow."

"I can't," Vince whined, as Howard shifted, getting up on his knees.

"You can," Howard wrapped his arm around Vince's waist. Bollo walked over and helped Howard get Vince standing, but as soon as he was up, he started to collapse. Howard caught him and picked him up, newlyweds style, and set him down on Naboo's magic carpet, "here we go, Vince. Now we can get you home," he said, sitting down next to Vince.

Naboo and Bollo got on the carpet and within five minutes steered it back to the flat. Once Vince was settled in Howard's bed, since it was closest to the front door, Naboo and Bollo took off to get a few supplies at Shamansburys that would help Vince. Howard brought a chair into the bedroom so he could sit next to Vince.

Seeing his best mate in this condition killed Howard. He made the executive decision to stay by Vince's side until he was better. It was the least he could do, considering this was entirely his fault. The thought hit him like a ton of bricks: This. Was. His. Fault. Howard sighed, covering his face with his hands. The urge to give himself a Chinese burn was almost unbearable.

"Howard?" Vince's voice was still weak.

Howard perked up, "Vince, do you need anything? Are you comfortable?" he didn't mean to pummel Vince with questions, but everything came out at once, "I'm so sorry this happened. It's all my fault."

"No it isn't," Vince touched Howard's hand.

"You hand's cold," Howard covered Vince's hand with his other hand, "do you want another blanket?"

Vince shook his head, "I just want to sleep," he looked at Howard, "can you stay here with me?"

"I'm not leaving your side."

"S'not what I mean, you berk," he said softly, "stay in the bed with me."

"Oh," Howard was at a loss for words. He had issues with physical contact; he'd always been this way. It was one thing to comfort Vince in the alley, but staying in a bed with him was completely different, "I don't know, Vince."

"Just for a little while?" he asked, his eyes pleading, "Please, Howard?"

Howard felt a lump in his throat. How could he say no? Vince was helpless, and it was entirely his fault. Biting his lip, he nodded, "just until Naboo and Bollo get back. I'll never hear the end of it if this becomes a habit," he said, half-smiling, as he kicked off his sandals and walked over to the other side of the bed, sliding under the duvet next to Vince, "is this okay?" he asked, leaving plenty of space between him and Vince.

Vince scooted back so he was up against Howard's chest. He felt Howard tense up, but ignored it, "now put your arm around my waist," he whispered, pulling Howard's arm around him.

Howard exhaled and relaxed a little. Something felt right about laying next to Vince. He pressed a kiss onto the top of Vince's head, "do you want to tell me what happened?" Howard asked, feeling Vince lace their fingers together.

"Wanker tried muggin' me."

"Is that all?" Howard knew that couldn't be the whole story.

"I didn't go down without a fight," Vince sighed, "how bad do I look?"

"Bloody lip and a black eye. It's quite edgy, actually. Girls will love it," he said, trying to lighten the atmosphere, "did he only get your face?"

"No," Vince squeezed Howard's hand, remembering the brutal beating. He wanted to tell Howard everything, but he didn't wanted Howard to feel any worse.

"How about you give me your bag and I won't kick your fucking teeth in, poofter?" The bloke hissed, his hand reaching for Vince's vintage doctor bag.

"Shit off, this was a gift," Vince said stubbornly, "it would look awful with that horrible outfit you have on anyway."

"You're really fucking stupid, aren't you?" the man's voice was vicious, as his fist connected with Vince's lip, "how'd that feel, you little faggot?"

Vince hit the ground; the wind was knocked out of him. The man kicked him in the ribs a few times before reaching down to grab the bag. When Vince wouldn't let go, the man kicked him one more time. In the face, "you big ugly ballbag," Vince croaked, "I'll make sure you never get laid in London again."

"Is that right?" the man laughed cruely, kneeling down next to Vince, "I can prove you wrong," he said dangerously, "how about a romp in the alley right now?"

"Fuck you," Vince spat.

"And there's my invitation," he grabbed at Vince's trousers, yanking them down.


"Vince, did you hear me?" Howard asked, pulling Vince back to the present.

"What?" Vince blinked a few times. His eyes were wet with tears.

"I asked if you wanted real medical attention. You know how Naboo is," Howard was worried for Vince. If anything else happened to him, he would never forgive himself.

"I'll be fine. I know you'll take care of me, Howard."

The bedroom door swung open and Naboo appeared with a large paper bag, "what's going on here?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at Howard and Vince spooning.

"Howard's protecting me," Vince tried to smile at Naboo.

Naboo knew Vince's feelings toward Howard, so he didn't continue his questioning, "Right. I brought some willow back. It's good for pain," he said, putting the bag down on the chair Howard had brought into the room earlier, "I have my hookah too. You know, if you're interested. It might be good for your pain," Naboo was more nervous that he'd ever admit. He tried to distance himself from Howard and Vince, but in reality, they were he closest mates. He wouldn't be able to handle losing either one of them.

"Actually, I think I'd just like to get some sleep, Naboo."

"If you need anything," Naboo said, picking up the bag.

"I'll let you know," Vince yawned. Naboo left the room and shut the door softly.

"Do you want me to let you get some sleep?" Howard asked.

"Stay with me," Vince tightened his grip on Howard's hand.

"Alright," Howard closed his eyes, feeling Vince relax against him. After a while, when he was sure Vince was asleep, Howard leaned in and kissed Vince's earlobe, "I should have told you how I really felt. Then this wouldn't have happened. I," Howard sighed, "I love you, Vince."

Vince didn't say anything, to spare Howard embarrassment, but he heard every word.
Author's Note: This is the final part to the Noelian fic I've been working on. Not a superb one, but it's out there. Now I can work on a Howince one. Enjoy. :) xx
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The clanking of pans and the smell of burning toast woke me up. I rubbed my eyes and glanced at my alarm clock. It was half seven in the morning. I wondered how long I'd been asleep.

After a luxurious stretch, I got out of bed and grabbed my robe, slipping it on before I walked out of my room. Noel was humming cheerfully in the kitchen, wearing his too-short silk robe. I leaned against the door frame, watching him make an absolute mess, but having a marvelous time doing so.

"Morning," I said after a minute.

Noel jumped a little and turned around, "shit, you scared me," he laughed, "did I wake you up?"

"Nah," I lied, "I'm usually up this early."

"Sorry," he walked over and wrapped his arms around me. I couldn't get away with lying to him. He knew me too well, "do you want some breakfast? I was gonna surprise you, but that didn't work."

I held him close to me, "breakfast sounds wonderful. What's on the menu?"

"Toast?" Noel looked up at me, smiling. I knew he couldn't cook, and that made it all the more endearing.

"Toast is good," I kissed his forehead, "shall I put the kettle on?"

"It's on, but if you'd like to grab a couple of mugs, that would be brilliant," he let go of me and placed the toast he'd partially burnt onto some plates.

I took out the two Boosh Brew mugs I'd 'borrowed' from when we were on tour, dropping a tea bag in each. Noel poured the hot water into the cups, beaming the entire time.

"Look at us, making breakfast like an old married couple," he sighed happily, taking a bite of toast, "well quaint."

I took a piece of the near-burnt toast and tried not to examine it before taking a bite. It was dry, but I ate it because Noel made it, "we're quite a pair," I mused.

"Can we eat in front of the tele?" Noel asked, picking up his mug.

"I'll bring the toast," I went to grab the plate.

"Uh, don't worry about that. I burned it. You really don't have to eat it," he said sheepishly.

"It's not that bad," I took another bite of my toast and smiled.

Noel grinned, standing on his tip-toes to kiss my cheek, "let's just have tea, yeah?"

* * *

Nothing was on, so Noel and I snuggled on the couch, chatting and sipping our tea. It truly was a picture perfect morning.

After the tea was gone, I draped my arm around Noel, "so, about last night," I said, finally.

"What about it?"

"We're okay, right?" I looked at him, hoping it wasn't the wrong choice of words.

"Why wouldn't we be okay?" he frowned a little.

"I worry," I sighed, "I don't want to fuck anything up, you know?"

Noel cupped my face in his hands, "you listen to me, Ju, because I'm only saying this once," his eyes bore into me. They literally made my heart skip a beat, "I love you and nothing will ever change that. Yeah, we fucked. I'm glad we did. I hope we do it again because I've never felt this way about anyone. My feelings for you alone made last night the best night of my entire life. Don't ever worry about something stupid like that."

"So what now?"

"I don't know," he smiled, "but that's kind of the beauty of it. Not knowing what the future holds."

"I guess you're right," Of course he was right. He always knew what to say.

"So, are we...you know, together?" he asked quietly, stroking the stubble on my cheeks with his thumbs.

"Is that what you want?"

He nodded.

"Me too."

"Let's keep it on the hush-hush for now though," Noel straddled me, "Mike would birth puppies if he caught wind of it. Everyone would."

I chuckled, "but would they really be all that surprised?"

"I sincerely doubt it," he kissed me, "but let's wait for the right time."

"I like that idea," I murmured, grabbing his hips, "I'm actually eager for the fans' reactions."

Noel snorted, "those slags already pair us together. Have you seen some of the stories they've written? Well kinky," he grinned, "and they even have a cute name for us."

"Oh yeah?"

"I saw it online. Noelian. Cute, isn't it?"

"Do I want to know how you found that?" I laughed, "And for that matter, why were you reading stories about us?"

"I came across it randomly," he shrugged, "it was well-written. You were sucking me off."

"That's unrealistic," I raised an eyebrow, "if anything, you'd be sucking me off."

Noel's jaw dropped, "you slag."

"I love you too, sweetheart," I kissed his nose.

He rolled his eyes, "I bet I could get you to suck me off."

"I never said I wouldn't. I just said you're more likely to put it in your mouth. Don't lie."

Noel feigned offense, "oh yes, I love dicks in my mouth. Nothing better than a face fuck," his cheeks flushed red, but he had a huge smile on his face.

"Dicks? How many have you had in there?" I was interested. I knew I wasn't the first man he'd been with and I was curious.

He counted silently on his fingers, recalling his past, "only like two. Three if I blow you today."

"Anyone I know?" I tried to ignore the tent I was starting to pitch under my robe.

"Well, Dave, obviously," he rolled his eyes, "and Russell."

"I wish I could say that I'm surprised."

"Are you mad?"

"Not at all," I pulled him closer, "truth be told, I'm a little jealous."

"Jeez, Ju. If you wanted a blowie, all you had to do is ask," he looked down at my semi-hard cock, "I think little Juju wants one."

"Oh, so you're the cock whisperer now?" I smirked at him.

"What?" he started laughing, "Where do you come up with these things?" he shook his head, barely able to contain himself, "You're bloody hilarious."

"I try."

"You don't even have to try! You're naturally funny. Pure talent," he wiped the tears from his eyes, smiling, "I love you."

"And I you. But, I'm going to go have a wank in the shower," I slid out from under him and got up.

"Can I watch?" he asked excitedly, "Ooh, or help?"

I bit my lip. The little tart, "uh," was all I could say.

"It'll be genius," he stood up and grabbed my hand, "come on," he pulled me toward the bathroom. I didn't argue. After fucking him, nothing would be awkward and I was content with that. To be honest, I quite liked the idea of Noelian. It sounded as perfect as it felt. We were together, finally, and I hoped it would last forever.
Author's Note: This is a multi-part fic, so I'd suggest reading the parts I've posted before this one. Also, read this one at your own risk. Smutty smut, you know? ;) x
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It didn't take long for Noel and I to make it to my bedroom. I knew it was coming. I saw the naughty glint in his eyes the moment I closed my flat door. He had been planning this sneak attack, and there was nothing I could do about it. Not that I wanted to either way. His lips were on mine almost instantly.

The juvenile groping and clumsy kissing that took place in the hallway were mere appetizers. The moment the door was shut, Noel pinned me against it with his body. I slid my hand down to the small of his back, holding him. He made a soft, happy noise as he teased my lip with his tongue for a minute before slipping it in my mouth. I tasted sweetness, but soon found out that it was from a candy he'd been sucking on, because when I finally broke the kiss to breathe, the candy was now in my mouth.

"I think I accidentally stole your sweet," I chuckled, "maybe you should take it back," I waggled my eyebrows suggestively.

He narrowed his eyes, "since when do you make sexual comments?"

I shrugged, "you do it constantly. Thought I'd see what all the fuss is about," I looked down, "that and I know it gets you excited."

"Everything you do gets me excited," he admitted sheepishly, playing with one of my shirt buttons, "bed?" he asked, glancing up at me through his dark eyelashes. I felt a twinge of excitement in the pit of my stomach as I nodded.

Noel grabbed my hand and pulled me over to the bed. Excitement turned to awkwardness when I sat down. My mind was racing; I knew Noel picked up on my tension immediately, "we don't have to...you know," he whispered, wrapping his arms around me from behind, "let's just kiss, yeah?" his lips brushed against my neck, "I like kissing."

I shifted so I could lay on my side, facing Noel. His cheeks were flushed a soft pink and, as always, his eyes were wide, passionate. I reached out and caressed his cheek, since I couldn't think of anything to say. He closed his eyes, leaning into my palm. Nothing needed to be said because he knew what I was thinking. I loved him, I was afraid, I wanted to give him everything but I didn't know how to overcome all the reservations and fears I possessed regarding a physical relationship with him. And he accepted that without question because he loved me and that's all there was to it.

It was a long time before I spoke. Noel had curled up against my chest; he might've fallen asleep, because I'd been playing with his hair, lazily twisting a few tendrils around my fingers, "I'm sorry I can't-"

"Shh," he cut me off mid-sentence, "I know."

I needed to make it up to him. Yet again, he'd thrown himself at me and I didn't stop him. I lead him on, but he was too much of a gem to show how annoyed he was. My conscience was beginning to get the best of me. There was nothing I wanted more than to be able to give Noel what he wanted, but there was that little voice that told me everything would change if we took out relationship to the next level.
It was at that moment that I realized that change could be a good thing. Just because things would be different, doesn't necessarily mean that it would be bad. I was afraid of change since I'd become do accustomed to the relationship I already had with Noel. If I didn't take this chance, I would wonder what could have been for the rest of my life. Hell, I there was also the risk of losing Noel all together. I bit my lip, unsure of what to say at this point.

"Do I even want to know what's going on in your head right now?" Noel asked quietly.

"What?"

"I've been watching you think," he touched my face gently, "tell me what's wrong."

"I was thinking about change," I looked at him.

"Change can be a good thing," Noel said thoughtfully, "that monkey in that movie with the talking lions said so."

I smiled, "I've been afraid of change."

"I don't blame you. Change is well scary to think about."

"But, I think I'm starting to accept it," I pressed a kiss on his forehead, "mostly because I'd get bored if everything stayed the same for the rest of my life."

"Makes sense," Noel sat up, "you're really insightful this afternoon."

I sat up and put my arm around him, "it's because of you."

"Yeah?"

"I don't want to lose you because I'm a coward. It would kill me if I had to live with myself, constantly wondering what if," I stroked his side with my thumb, "I think I'd rather act now and have the memory."

"What d'you mean, Ju?"

"I want to lay with you in the biblical sense," I immediately regretted my choice of words. Noel snorted and covered his mouth so his laugh was muffled. I hadn't seen him laugh this hard since the time I mentioned my love for Rush, "I just made everything even more awkward."

"No you didn't," Noel said, unable to contain his laughter anymore, "who am I kidding? You're hilarious. Who says that? You're turning into Howard."

"Forget I said anything," my cheeks were definitely on fire.

Noel turned and straddled my lap, "I won't forget that line as long as I live," he was grinning; his eyes were dampened with tears of laughter and the eyeliner that he'd applied earlier was now smudged. He was beautiful.

"I'm sure you won't let me forget it either," I half-smiled.

"Why would you want to forget that? It was genius. I might use that," he kissed me, "I want to lay with you in the biblical sense, Mister Barratt," he whispered; his face was close to mine. I could feel his breath on my lips.

"Right now?" I asked, bringing my hands to his hips.

Noel's answer was another kiss. I closed my eyes, letting his lips move against mine. He pressed his chest against mine, draping his arms behind my neck. I pulled him a bit closer, working my tongue into the mix for once. Noel moaned softly; I could feel him smiling as he kissed me, which made it hard for me to not smile as well.

It was surprising how natural being with Noel felt. Even completely nude, everything seemed right in the world. Tossing our clothes to the floor was just part of being together and I didn't give it a second thought.

The skin on skin contact sent a jolt of eagerness through my body. Noel was warm and his body was smooth against mine. I wasn't thinking anymore. Everything was coming instinctively to me at this point. Every touch, every kiss, every movement was done almost methodically, as if I'd done this a thousand times.

Without interrupting our kissing, I reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out a tiny bottle of my lube. I kept it in there for those midnight wanks I didn't feel like firing off in the shower. I was only human.

Noel stopped kissing me and glanced at the bottle, "you're bloody serious, aren't you?" he mused.

"You weren't?" my eyes widened a little out of fear. Had I just fucked everything up? Shit.

"I've been serious since the day we met," he took the bottle out my hand and flipped the top open, "d'you wanna fuck me?" he asked shyly; his cheeks now flushing a deep magenta.

"Do you want me to?" I caressed his cheek.

"God, yes," he said breathlessly.

I chuckled, "show me what you want me to do," I murmured, kissing his cheek.

Noel nodded and took my hand, "you have to get me ready," he whispered, squirting some of the bottle's content onto my fingers, "don't worry about hurting me. I've done this before," he added, shifting he could kiss my neck.

"With who?" I asked, closing my eyes as I slowly inched two of my fingers inside of him.

He moaned softly, burying his face in my neck, "Dave. In college. With a toy. We were drunk," he said hoarsely, grabbing my hand and guiding it in a bit deeper, "oh, fuck," he whimpered, trying not to buck his hips as I curved my fingers slightly, "just like that, Ju...shit."

I put the thought of Dave and Noel's drunken hookup out of my mind. Laughing would have been entirely inappropriate. A mood killer, if you will.

"You have a johnny, right?" his moaning was getting louder as I worked a third finger into his arse.

"Grab one out of my drawer. My hand is a bit preoccupied."

Noel reached into the open drawer and pulled out one of the condoms. He ripped the package open as I withdrew my hand. In one smooth movement, he slipped it over my member, "are you okay?" he asked, looking at me with an unmistakable fondness in his eyes.

I nodded, "come 'ere little man," I pulled him closer, "I love you."

Noel rested his head on my shoulder, "Love you, Ju."

"Show me what you want me to do," I said, stroking myself with some of the lube.

"Let me do it," he got up on his knees, taking my cock in his hand, slowly lowering himself onto it. I grabbed his sides, steadying him as he carefully began rocking his hips against mine, "Mmm, Julian," he whined, "fuck," his breathing was starting to go all wonky.

I tried to control my breath, but was failing miserably. The only thing I was concentrating on was the rhythmic thrusts of Noe's body against mine. I wasn't going to last much longer, so I wrapped my hand around Noel's erection and began stroking it in time with each thrust, "I'm almost there," I grunted.

"Me too," Noel whimpered, "do that faster."

I picked up the pace a little, "tell me when you're going to," my voice trailed off as I felt Noel's muscles tighten around my dick. Then the warmth spilled onto my hand, leaving Noel moaning my name and cursing under his breath. The contractions of his muscles finished me off. Everything went blurry and the tingly wonderment spread through my body, making me feel better than any drug ever could. Noel was the only drug I needed.

Noel rolled off me, flopping down on his back, he closed his eyes and sighed. A smile played the corners of his mouth. I rolled off and tied the johnny and tossed it in the bin before laying down next to Noel. He automatically curled up against me, resting his head on my chest. I put my arm around him and pressed a kiss against his sweaty forehead.

We laid together for a long time. I was sure I even fell asleep for a few minutes. When I came to, Noel's eyes were still shut and he was breathing softly. I ran my fingers through his hair. He stirred a little and finally looked up at me, "good morning, sunshine," I smiled at him.

"Hi," he laced his fingers with mine, "alright?"

"Never better," I squeezed his hand, "you?"

"Just wonderful," he yawned, "tired too."

"Do you want to have a little sleepie?"

"Please," he smiled a little, "will you stay with me?"

"Always," I whispered, pulling the blanket over us.

"Does that mean forever?" he helped fix the blanket so we were both covered and comfortable.

"I hope so," I exhaled softly, shutting my eyes, now feeling the need for a post-sex nap.

"Me too," Noel's voice was barely a whisper.

I dozed off thinking about Noel. If this was love, I never wanted it to be without it ever again. Something in my subconscious told me that I wouldn't have to worry about not having love because Noel would always be there. It was a lovely last thought to have before drifting off to sleep.
Author's Note: This is part 5 of a multi-part fic. Read the other ones  first. Or don't. Up to you. x
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Morning came too quickly. The sun always peeked through my blinds just right so it blinded me for a good ten minutes when it was first rising. This morning was no different. I rolled on my side and groaned; Noel stirred next to me, but was nowhere near awake.

I opened my eyes and looked at him. His eyeliner was smudged from him crying several hours earlier, but even with black running down his perfect cheekbones and his hair looking all disheveled, he looked beautiful. It made me not want to bother looking in the mirror because I knew I looked like a right mess.

Carefully, I grabbed my robe off the bed post and slipped it on as I got out of bed. I didn't want to wake Noel, but the second I got out of bed, his soft voice came from behind me, "it's before eight, come back to bed," he said yawning.

"Breakfast is the most important meal of the day," I turned and smiled at him, "I was thinking pancakes."

"I don't want to wake up yet," he hugged the blanket, staring at me.

"Chocolate chips in yours?" I asked, glancing in the mirror on my wall. My hair was standing up everywhere, so I tried running my fingers through to fix it.

"You look fine," Noel said, still half-asleep, but smiling none the less. I sat back down on the bed. Noel sat up and rested his chin on my shoulder, wrapping his arms around my middle, "you'd make chocolate chip pancakes for me?"

"You love them," I laughed airily, "I was going to surprise you with breakfast in bed. But now that you're awake..."

"Can I go back to sleep and pretend to be surprised?" he kissed my cheek.

"I suppose."

"Brilliant. I knew I loved you for a reason," Noel gave me a quick squeeze before flopping back down on the bed, "I was never awake, yeah?"

I rolled my eyes and got up, "I'll even tip-toe out of the room to pretend I never woke you up."

"Perfect," he grabbed the pillow I was sleeping on and hugged it against himself, shutting his eyes. He didn't look like he was sleeping, but that was because he had a huge grin on his face. I couldn't help but laugh as I shut the door and headed to my kitchen.

I was glad that I still had the bag of chocolate chips in my cabinet that I'd bought the other week for cookies. Luckily, I lost my taste for the cookies before I made them and kept the bag of chocolate chips. It didn't take long for me to whip up a batch of batter and toss the chocolate in. I hummed to myself as I heated up my griddle and dumped blobs of the batter into small circles on it.

My mum taught me everything I knew about cooking. Pancakes were the first thing I learned how to cook as a child. Mum taught me her recipe and it always stuck with me. I could make pancakes with my eyes shut.

When the they were finished, I grabbed one of my tea trays and put the pancakes, a cup of tea (cream, extra sugar) for him, tea for me and some flatware on it. I knew bringing Noel breakfast in bed was well cheesy, but he enjoyed the little things in life and seeing him enjoy those things made it worth feeling silly.

Quietly, I opened the bedroom door with my foot and walked in. Noel had fallen back to sleep, so I set the tray on the side table and crawled under the duvet, "rise and shine, sweetheart," I whispered, caressing his face, "time for breakfast."

Noel rubbed his eyes and stretched, "g'morning," he said, mid-yawn, "smells good."

I leaned over and grabbed the tray, placing it on his lap, "made them from scratch. I hope they're okay."

"Guess we know who the wife will be when we're married," he grinned at me before taking a bite, "wow, these are amazing."

"Who said we were getting married?" I chuckled, watching him savoring another bite.

"I did," he picked up his mug, taking a sip, "the tea's made perfectly. I'll definitely marry you."

I laughed, "change the topic, Fielding."

"You're no fun," he poked at a melted chocolate chip, "I was only joking."

"And further more, if we were married, you'd be the wife. You're more of a woman than most women I know,"  I grabbed the cup of tea I made for myself and took a sip, "much more beautiful too."

"Aww, Julian," I could have sworn I saw him blushing, but it might have been because he was wolfing down hot pancakes.

Once he'd finished his breakfast, I put the tray back on the nightstand. Noel scooted up against me and pressed a kiss on my neck, "you're a good cook. Thanks."

"You're my guest, the least I could do is feed you," I twirled a few tendrils of his hair around my index finger, "so, what are your plans for today?"

"I wanted to go get a new pair of boots from Topshop. Also have to pick up a few other necessities. What about you?" he ran his finger down my chest.

"I'll probably pick up some groceries and see where the day takes me."

"If you want, I can make us dinner tonight," Noel offered, "since you made breakfast."

"You cook?" I asked, genuinely surprised.

"Not very well, but I can try," he smiled at me.

"Take out it is, then?" I suggested.

"You can read me like a book."

* * *

Although we'd never lived together before, our morning routines seemed to work perfectly together. Noel liked to watch tele for a while before doing anything, whereas I liked to shower and get ready right when I got up.

Noel was in the shower when I was ready to leave. He was singing, having the time of his life, so I felt bad popping into the lavatory to tell him I was leaving, "Noel?" I tapped on the door.

"Arrrghhhh LOVE CATS," he sang, clearly not hearing me.

"Hey, Robert Smith, I'm leaving," I said louder, walking into the bathroom.

Noel poked his head out of the shower, he grinned, "do I get a kiss goodbye?"

"You're in the shower," I raised an eyebrow.

"So? We were naked last night together. Now give me a kiss, you berk," he puckered up his lips.

I rolled my eyes and gave him a quick peck on the lips, "I'll see you later then."

"Bye handsome," he winked at me, before continuing his rendition of Love Cats before I even left the bathroom.

* * *

I was in a daze as I strolled through the market; I was crushing like a school girl and there was little I could do about it. My mind wasn't on shopping for groceries, I couldn't stop thinking about the previous night. It was difficult to think about kissing Noel in public because it never failed to get me excited.

After an hour of poking around, my final purchase included satsumas, sweets, Nutella and a package of biscuits. I didn't realize I'd bought everything Noel liked and no real food until I got to the check-out. I had to resist the urge to laugh at myself for such a ridiculous shopping list. I meant to come in for vegetables and food that could count as a meal.

As I was leaving the market, I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. I juggled the bag in one hand so I could retrieve it. It was a text message from Noel. I should have known.

Where r u? Come 2 topshop. People r staring.

A smile crept across my face. Noel could never go anywhere without being recognized- even when he tried wearing a disguise.

Just left the market. Be there in 15.

I hated text messaging. To me, calling was much easier, but Noel insisted on texting me as much as humanly possible. I didn't complain because some of the messages I received from him were a bit too risque for a phone call, but it was still a bother for me to text because it took me so long.

After dropping the groceries at my flat, I took a taxi to Topshop. After paying the driver, I pulled out my phone and sent Noel a message, Outside. Where are you?

My phone buzzed almost immediately. Boots. Hiding.

I walked into the shop and made my way to the shoe section. Sure enough, Noel was crouched down in between aisles, pretending to look for his size. A few people looked at me and whispered; I assumed they thought I looked familiar, but shrugged it off. I appreciated my fans, but I was typically just a shy person so I had a tendency to come off as rude or stand-offish.

"Alright?" I asked, kneeling down next to him, "Finding your size?" I laughed.

"I'm glad you're here," Noel pecked my cheek, "I feel like everyone is staring. It's making me nervous."

"Everyone always stares at you," I mused. They had a reason to stare. He was truly flawless.

"I know, but it's well creepy when you're trying to find a new pair of Chelseas and people are watching your every move," Noel frowned, standing up, "I think I'll just order a pair online."

"You want to leave?" I got up.

"Yeah. I have to get to Mike's. He invited me for tea," Noel smiled at a few people as we walked out of the store, "you can come if you'd like," he grabbed my hand.

"I could go for a cuppa," I said, looking down at our hands. Noel always grabbed my hand when he was feeling threatened. It was cute, but I usually didn't let him do it in public like this. I let it slide this time.

"I'll call him and let him know we're on our way," he said, pulling his phone out and pressing number three, which I knew was Mike. I was curious who speed dial two was, "Alright, Mike?" he asked, squeezing my hand gently as we strolled up the sidewalk, "I'm fine. Heading over to your flat right now. Julian's coming too," he glanced at me and winked, "sounds brilliant. We'll be there soon," he hung up and tucked the phone back into his bag, "let's hail a cab, yeah? I don't feel like walking."

* * *

"Hey Mike!" Noel wrapped his arms around his little brother, "I missed you. How is everything?"

"I can't breathe," Mike's voice was muffled against Noel.

"Sorry," Noel let him go, "I haven't seen you in a month."

"Everything's alright," he shut the door behind me, "nice to see you, Julian. Alright?"

I nodded, "Just fine, yourself?"

"Can't complain," he smiled, "tea?"

"Yes, please," Noel tugged my arm, pulling me into the parlor. We sat down on the couch, Noel automatically sat too-close and I put my arm around him.

Mike busied himself in his kitchen, filling up the kettle, "how do you have you tea, Julian?" he called.

"Straight, no sugar or cream," I said glancing toward the kitchen, "thanks, Mike."

Noel looked at me, "you know what we should do when we get home?" he asked in a whisper, narrowing his eyes mischievously.

"If it's not appropriate to say in front of your brother, don't say it," I warned, half-smiling at him.

"Never mind then," he chuckled, "I'll just surprise you when we get back."

"I'm scared," I raised an eyebrow, "no sneak attack, yeah?"

"I'm not promising anything."

"You can be such a little shit," I laughed.

"I only had Earl Grey, hope that's okay," Mike walked into the parlor and set the tea tray on the table, handing Noel and I our cups, "I might have put too much sugar in yours, Noel."

"No such thing as too much," he grinned at his brother, "you know how I like it," he took a sip, "too much? It's perfect."

I took a sip of mine, "ah, just how I like it."

"Gross," Noel scrunched his nose, watching me drink my plain tea.

"Not all of us eat sugar by the spoonful, Noel."

"I don't eat spoonfuls of sugar!" Noel argued.

"I saw you do it once," Mike chimed in, laughing, "mum would get fucked off because you'd eat her sugar constantly."

"All kids like sugar," he rolled his eyes.

"Noel, I saw you eat a spoon of sugar last time we were visiting mum and dad," Mike smirked at Noel.

"Shit off," he laughed, "I didn't think anyone was watching."

"Were you really that high?" Mike took a small sip of his tea.

"Not as high as you were, you bloody pothead."

"Better than cocaine," Mike mumbled.

"Children," I raised my voice a little.

"Sorry," Noel and Mike said together, before bursting out laughing. The Fielding brothers never stayed sour with each other. A fight for them lasted only a minute or two because both were too nice to be upset with anyone. Especially with each other.

"Did I tell you that Ju let me stay with him since my flat is all lonely now?" Noel asked after he'd finished his tea.

"Yeah?" Mike looked at me, "That was nice of you," his eyes were quizzical, curious.

"He's my best mate, it was the least I could do," I smiled, "it's nice to have the company," I took one last sip of me tea.

"So you're fucking now?" Mike asked nonchalantly.

I coughed, swallowing my tea. Noel laughed, "we bum vigorously."

"We do not," I mouthed, coughing again to recover from nearly choking on my tea.

"Not yet," Noel nudged me suggestively.

"Okay, changing the subject," I cleared my throat, "what have you been up to Mike?"

"I DJed the other night. Been keeping busy, that's for sure," he didn't break eye contact with me. He was judging. I could see it in his eyes. That was the thing about the Fielding brothers, their eyes were like open books and I always knew what they were thinking.

I was tensing up. For a small man, Mike was awfully intimidating when it came to anything involving his brother, "keeping busy is a good thing," I said, nodding, "if you're DJing soon, I'll have to come hear a set. Noel says you're brilliant."

"I wouldn't say brilliant," Mike put his cup down on the table, "but people enjoy themselves. I'll let you know when I have a gig."

"We'll be there," Noel said getting up, "I hate to cut this visit short, but I'm cooking dinner tonight."

"You're cooking?" Mike looked frightened.

"He's ordering take out," I stood up, chuckling at the bewildered expression on Mike's face.

Mike laughed, "I was going to say..."

"Don't you dare," Noel cut him off.

"Only joking," Mike got up and hugged Noel, "let's do this again."

"Of course," Noel kissed the top of his head, "love you, little brother."

"Love you too," Mike smiled, "see you around, Julian?"

"Definitely," I gave him a one-arm hug.

The moment Mike shut the door, Noel wrapped his arms around me, "that was fun," he stood on his tip-toes so he could kiss my cheek, "let's go home and snog."

"You're unbelievable," I grinned, "but I do like a man who gets right to the point," I added, pressing a quick kiss on his lips.

"I saw that," Mike called from his window, "you slags!"

"I thought he'd stopped breathing, Mike. I'm trained in first aid, he's okay now," I yelled up.

"Yeah, I swallowed my candy by accident, Julian was just helping," Noel let go of me, "bye Mikey!" Noel cooed, waving at his brother with a smirk.

Mike stuck his middle finger out the window, but I heard him laugh.

Noel grabbed my hand and tugged me down the street, "well, Mike knows now," he said quietly.

"Come off it. He's seen us tonging each other loads of times," I laced my fingers with his, "he can't be that offended, can he?"

"He's just a protective little brother," Noel smiled, "I'll call him later. I don't want my parents knowing about our situation yet."

"Situation?"

"I'm living with you and chances are, we'll be an item eventually. I'd rather not have them find out you're bumming me through Mike," he shrugged, "I want to tell them myself."

"You have this all planned out, don't you?" I mused.

"I've begun planning the wedding. Gary Numan's going to entertain and I was thinking he could sing our song," Noel stopped in front of my flat, "and then our first dance could be to that Queen song, Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy."

"We don't need to get married," I hugged him, "if we're happy together, let's just go with it and be happy," I said, taking in the scent of his hair. Fruit and hairspray.

"I like your idea better. That's easier than explaining us to our families."

"My thoughts exactly."
Author's Note: This was was multi-part fic. Read the others first. Or don't. Up to you. x
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There is nothing worse than being woken up from a peaceful sleep by the sound of someone crying. Especially when that someone is laying next to you. Noel was trying to be quiet, I could tell. He thought I was asleep, considering it was half three in the morning, but I wasn't. At first, I thought it was a bad dream creeping into my content slumber, but when I opened my eyes, the soft sobs didn't go away.

The room was dark; only the dim glow from a street lamp cast an eerie light into the room. As if hearing Noel crying wasn't bad enough, he was also shaking with each sob. I debated for a moment whether to console him, or just leave him alone before I rolled on my side and put my arm around him, "what's wrong, sweetheart?" I murmured, still half-asleep.

"I didn't mean to wake you up, I'm so sorry. You said you wanted to sleep, and here I am-"

"Shh," I hugged him close, "don't worry about me. Why are you crying?" I asked, stroking his hipbone with my thumb.

"I don't know," his voice was a whisper, but I could tell he was lying.

"You can tell me."

"It was just a nightmare, but it's gone now," he started to relax, "I'll be fine."

"What happened?" I was curious now.

"I don't remember," he sounded tired, but I wasn't accepting that as a proper answer.

"It upset you, clearly. I know you remember what it was about."

"I really don't want to talk about it, Ju," he shifted so he was facing me, "please don't make me..."

"The juicy dangler returns," I sighed.

Noel almost laughed, "stop it."

"Was it about me?"

"Maybe," he cupped my cheek in his hand, "but nightmares aren't real. So just forget this happened."

"Noel," I frowned, even though I knew he couldn't see me in the dark.

"Fine. I had a dream you and I got into a tiff and before I could apologize, you died," his voice cracked, "and then I was alone," he added, his voice barely audible.

"I died?"

"I don't want to think about it anymore," he pecked my lips, "you're here and that's all that matters."

A tingle of excitement shot through my body at the unexpected kiss, "I'll always be here," I took my turn kissing him, holding his tiny frame against me. His bare chest against my own gave me goosebumps; mostly because he was freezing, but I couldn't pretend I wasn't also getting a little excited.

Noel refused to break the kiss. His lips were soft and his mouth was sweet because he always sucked on a piece of candy as he was falling asleep. It was a strange habit, but it was a nice surprise for midnight snogsies since they normally tasted like dragon breath. It made me feel self conscious about my own breath.

I could kiss Noel forever and it wouldn't be enough. Everything he did, he did with passion. Every nuance of the way he kissed was flawless, from how his lips moved to his perfect timing with slipping his tongue into the mix. It drove me mad and he knew it. If I didn't stop, I knew I would get carried away.

"I'm going to get carried away if we don't stop," I mumbled, breaking the kiss.

"So?"

"This is your second night here, if I fuck you, things will get awkward," I said sheepishly.

"It'll only be awkward if you make it awkward," he complained, "but if you don't want to fuck me, stop leading me on."

"Leading you on? How am I leading you on?" I knew damn well how I was leading him on, but I couldn't help feigning innocence.

"You asked me to basically move in with you, you tell me you love me," he sat up, "then you kiss me like you want to bum me," he was frustrated, "it isn't fair."

"You want to know why I haven't fucked you?" I sat up as well, "It's because I've never fucked a man. So excuse me for being a little apprehensive."

"I don't care if you've never bummed a guy. You make it sound like you don't want me," he was hugging his knees.

"Jesus, Noel, I've never wanted a man the way I want you. I just, I don't know. I don't want to ruin what we have," I kissed his shoulder, "I don't want to rush."

"Trust me, you aren't rushing," he sounded irritated, "we've been kissing for years. A bumming should have happened by now. You shouldn't be so afraid. We love each other, right? That's what people do when they're in love. They fuck."

I laughed, "you're something else," I was smiling.

"It's not funny. Do you even know how badly I want you?"

"I'm getting a pretty good idea," I was blushing and was glad it was dark so Noel couldn't see.

"You want me, I want you. Why don't we just, you know, go crazy? Or at least try."

"Try," the thought of fucking him senseless was sounding more and more appealing, "I don't know."

"I could fuck you, if you'd like," I could hear the smirk in his voice.

"What?!" I sounded more surprised than I meant to, but sometimes Noel's inner tart came out without warning and it caught me off guard.

"Well, if you won't fuck me," he straddled my lap, "I'll just fuck you."

"Why don't I just kiss you and we'll see where it goes, yeah?"

Before Noel could say anything else, I pressed my lips against his and threw my inhibitions out the window. Sex with him initially sounded appealing, although I was apprehensive, but the more I heard him talk about it, the more I wanted to give it a go. I hated myself for going back on the promise I made to myself to take things slow with him, but he was practically begging for me to fuck him. I could at least try.

Noel draped his arms around my neck so he could press his chest against mine. My hands found their way to his arse and I couldn't resist groping him; I'd always admired his perfect ass. Everything about him was perfect.

Snogsies with Noel were always intense, but there was something different about this. Normally they were sloppy, grabby and juvenile, but this time it was a bit more passionate, perhaps even desperate. Everything Noel did was painfully slow; he was teasing me. He knew it was working because my hard-on was a dead giveaway.

"Take your trousers off," he breathed into the kiss, having trouble with my belt that I'd forgotten to take off before I fell asleep.

With one hand, so I could keep the other on Noel's hip, I unbuckled the belt, "you have to get up," I mumbled, kissing the side of his mouth.

Noel sat up on his knees and tugged off my cords, "pants?" he asked, running his finger along the waistband of my boxers.

"Not yet," I grabbed his belt loops with my thumbs, "your drainpipes are still on," I unbuttoned them pulled them down a little, pausing for a moment to run my hand down the bulge in his v-fronts.

"Fuck," he shivered at the touch and kicked off his trousers. They landed on the other side of the room. His lips were on mine before the even hit the floor. The two thin layers of clothing separating us made my adrenaline rush. Noel cupped my face in his hands, holding me as if he was afraid I'd disappear. For a moment, he stopped kissing me, "can I touch you?" he asked softly, sounding shy for the first time all night.

"Mhm," I kissed his cheek.

Noel ran his hand down my chest to the front of my shorts and over the tip of my erection. A low moan escaped my throat; Noel laughed, "you like that?" he asked, his lips trailing down my neck as he gently tugged at my shorts. I lifted myself up so he could take them off, "you're naked, Barratt."

I snorted, "in a second I won't be the only one," I slid his pants down a little, "take 'em off."

He didn't need to be told twice, the pants were tossed across the room with the other discarded garments, "this is a first. Us naked."

"Yeah," I was finally coming back to reality and realizing that this wasn't a dream. I didn't know what to do now. This moment had been in my dreams for years, but now that it was happening, I was drawing a blank. I felt myself tensing up, I wouldn't be able to go through with it.

"You okay?" he laced his fingers with mine, "You're tense."

Noel was so in sync with everything about me. I should have known he'd notice how tense I was, "I dunno."

"We don't have to fuck," he said, squeezing my hand, "I was angry and said shit I didn't mean. Really, I'm happy just snuggling," he kissed the tip of my nose, "I know you're not ready," he added in a whisper.

"I'm not," he sighed, hating myself for having to admit it when I'd lead him on again, "sorry. I don't blame you if you're fucked off with me."

Noel got off me and got under the duvet, holding up the side of it so I could crawl under, "I won't force you to do anything," he said, scooting back so I could have my own space.

I grabbed his hip and pulled him back to me, "I know you won't," I pressed a kiss on his forehead.

"Let's just get some sleep then, yeah?" he snuggled up against me and laid down.

I played with his hair and hummed softly. Noel told me once that he liked lullabies as a child, so I got into the habit of humming when we were going to sleep. He told me it made him relax when we were on tour because humming was like a lullaby without words.

After I was sure he was asleep, I kissed his cheek, "I'm sorry I couldn't go through with it," I whispered, tucking his hair behind his ear, "I love you."

"S'okay," he murmured, "I still love you."

"I thought you were asleep," I hoped I didn't sound panicked.

"Almost," he yawned, "can you hum to me some more, Juju? I like when you hum."

I smiled, closing my eyes. The first melody that popped in my head was that of the first song Noel and I had written, so I went with it. I hoped he wasn't conscious enough to catch it since 'Married on the Morrow' would have just put more ideas into his head. I hummed quietly, stroking the small of his back with my thumb, feeling myself falling asleep.

"You old charmer," Noel whispered, "our love song."

"Goodnight Noel," I tried not to laugh.

"If you asked, I'd say yes," he said, I could feel him smiling against my chest.

"Goodnight Noel," I repeated, kissing the top of his head.

"G'night future Mrs.-" he yawned midsentence, "Mrs. Fielding."

I decided that ignoring him was the best route to take. He was tired so I assumed he wouldn't remember any of this in the morning. I felt myself drifting off; Noel was breathing softly. He wasn't asleep yet, but he would be any minute. The last thing I remember before falling asleep was the visual I had of myself in a wedding dress. Future Mrs. Fielding. Bloody hell.
Author's Note: This is part 3 to the Noelian fic I've been posting over the past week. So feel free to read those first, or don't. Up to you. xx
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It was unbelievable how many bags Noel packed to stay at my flat. What really blew my mind was how many of the bags were dedicated to clothing and cosmetics. It only took a few hours to get everything to my place, but then the issue of figuring out where to put everything came up.

"I can just keep my things in the bags," Noel said, piling his suitcases next to the sofa, "I don't mind living out of suitcases."

"Don't be stupid. I have that walk-in closet and there's plenty of room in it," I grabbed two of his bags, "just put your stuff in my room. I'd rather not have my parlor look a mess."

"You sure you don't mind?" he asked, following me to my room.

"Positive," I pushed my door open with my foot and set the suitcases down next to my bed.

Noel jumped onto my bed, "your bed is so comfortable," he closed his eyes and stretched out, reminding me of a cat, "I know where I'm coming when I have a nightmare."

"Shove over," I flopped down on my bed, laying on my side so I could face him, "don't get used to my bed. I don't like sharing."

"Even with me?" he opened his eyes and smiled slightly, "Surely you'd make an exception for me," he
scooted close to me so he could play with my hair.

"I might make an exception," I draped my arm around his hip, pulling him closer, "what's in it for me?"

"Whatever you want," Noel whispered in my ear, pressing a kiss on my cheek.

"Whatever I want," I repeated, amused, "that could be dirty."

"Well naughty," Noel was grinning. The little tart. He kissed along my jaw, "can I sleep here tonight?"

"Maybe."

"Only maybe?" he pressed his body against mine, ghost kissing down my neck, "still maybe?"

"Still maybe."

"What do you want me to do?" he asked softly, undoing a few of my shirt buttons as he nuzzled my neck, "I can suck you off if you'd like."

I tried to think of something disturbing to counteract the minor hard-on that popped up in my trousers. It didn't work, "why is it always sex with you?" I asked, to distract both parties.

"I like sex," he said casually, "don't you?"

"Yeah, but not everything has to result in sex," I said frowning, "it's a bit sleazy."

"Well then tell me what you want, Julian," Noel said, sighing.

"Can't we just lay here together and enjoy being close to each other? It might sound silly, but one of my favorite things in the world is having a snuggle with you," I felt my cheeks start to burn, but I couldn't stop myself now, "sure, snogsies can be fun, but, to be honest, just having you close makes me happy. Everything else is unimportant when I'm with you, Noel. So to always bring sex up makes it seem like the little things don't matter to you," I was choking on my words, "I like the little things."

"I didn't know you felt that way," Noel said softly, "I'm sorry for being a little tart."

"Don't apologize," I kissed his forehead, "it's partially why I like you so much. You're a filthy little exhibitionist and you're okay with it. I think it's how you reeled me in," I laughed, "so don't take it the wrong way when I say this, but, I probably wouldn't like you in the way that I do if you weren't as much of a tart."

"So, Barratt likes his men to be tarts," he was smirking at me, "that's good to know."

"You're going to use that against me," I rolled my eyes, "figures."

"You love it."

"No. I love you," I laced my fingers with his, "now why don't we sort this unpacking business out?"

Noel frowned a little, looking down at our hands, "do we have to?"

"I'd rather do it now so we won't have to later," I kissed his knuckles and let go of his hand so I could get up, "you start hanging things up, I'll bring the rest of your wardrobe in."

"It's not my whole wardrobe! I didn't even bring half," he stood up and picked up one of his bags, "I only packed seven bags."

"Only," I chuckled, strolling out of the room. I heard Noel laugh as I walked down the hallway to grab a few more of his bags.

After two more trips back and forth to the parlor, all of Noel's suitcases were in my room and he'd begun unpacking. I was genuinely impressed with how much he'd stuffed in each suitcase; I was, of course, unable to resist thinking of the scene in the Boosh when Bollo was helping Vince stuff a mountain of clothing into a tiny suitcase.

It took only an hour or two to get everything unpacked and sorted. My closet was full and my bathroom counter was now cluttered with everything from kohl pencils to hairspray. Living with Noel was going to be like living with a woman. A perfect, beautiful, flawless woman whom I could easily kiss all day.

It was nearly supper time when I flopped down on my love seat and shut my eyes. Noel was banging around in the kitchen so I couldn't possibly fall asleep, but relaxing after the long day I'd just had helping Noel pretty much move into my flat was nice.

The noise in the kitchen eventually stopped and I felt Noel sit down and cuddle up next to me, "Ju? I made hot chocolate."

I opened one eye, "it's summer though."

"Yeah, but if you drink something hot it'll make the air feel cooler," he grinned and handed a mug to me.

"That makes sense," I took a sip, "this is really good. What's in it?"

"Whiskey," he said, taking a sip of his own cocoa, "I thought you'd need to unwind after helping me today."

"Good thinking, sweetheart," I put my arm around him, "you put a lot in here," I said, feeling myself making 'whiskey face' after a long swig from the mug, "I think you want to get me drunk."

"We're flat mates for a while, why not celebrate a bit?" he said cheerfully, gulping down more of his cocoa.

"You want to get me drunk and take advantage of me," I smirked at him.

"Why is it always sex with you?" he asked, mocking my voice.

I laughed, "you can be such a little shitbox sometimes," I mused, finishing up my drink so I could put the mug on the coffee table. Noel finished his too, and put his cup next to mine. He swung his legs across my lap so he could get a bit closer to me.

"This is comfy," he said, beaming, "I could fall asleep just like this," he rested his head on my chest, yawning.

I caught a whiff of his fruity shampoo and felt myself get goosebumps. Everything about the man gave me butterflies, but sometimes something small like a scent or even a look would give me goosebumps that just didn't want to go away.

"Your heart is beating fast," Noel said after a few minutes. He looked up at me, "you okay?"

I hated how cliche I was. That whole 'my heart beats faster when I'm with you' bullshit was completely true and it almost made me angry, "I'm fine," I kissed his forehead, "must be the whiskey," I knew I didn't sound very convincing.

"Oh, right," Noel wasn't convinced, "the whiskey," he was grinning at me.

"Yep, the whiskey," I brushed a few strands of his fringe out of his face, "I'm glad you're here, you know."

"I'm glad I am too," he shifted so he could give me a peck on the cheek, "even though we'll be like an old married couple by the time I leave."

"Noel, we already are like an old married couple."

"Yeah, you're my husband and I'm your trophy wife," he giggled, "and we like to drink spiked hot chocolate and snuggle on the couch until we get drunk and then we take it to the bedroom."

"Oh lord," I chuckled, "what makes you think you're sleeping in my room?"

"You love me," he said confidently, without missing a beat.

"You can't keep your hands to yourself so you're staying out here," I said, tracing invisible pictures on his polka-dotted drainpipes as if they were wearable connect-the-dots activity pages.

"If you wanted to have a wank you could have just said so instead of making it seem like you didn't want me in your room," he folded his arms, "why don't you go fire one off now so then we can snuggle and go to bed."

"What?" I knew my eyes were wide like a deer in headlights, "I don't want to have a wank, I like to sleep. You said yourself that you're a bed hog and I know for a fact you're worse at keeping your hands to yourself than a child in preschool."

"You're just no fun," Noel got up and walked over to the sofa bed that neither of us had bothered putting away from the previous night. He kicked his shoes off and laid down, covering his head with the blanket, "night," he mumbled, rolling on his side away from me.

I looked at Noel hiding under the duvet and sighed. It always broke my heart when I couldn't give Noel everything he wanted. There was nothing I'd like more than to have a snuggle with him in my bed every single night for the rest of my life, but I knew one thing would lead to another and eventually we'd become involved. I was a pessimist regarding relationships; most of them ended in heartbreak and I would kill myself before I hurt Noel.

After my internal debate on what to do, I got up and went over to the pull-out bed, laying down on my side. I put my arm around Noel and pulled him up against me, "I'm sorry," I murmured against where I assumed his ear was under the blanket, "I have my reasons for acting this way, you know. I'm not a complete arsehole."

Noel faked a snore.

"Noel," I hugged him closer, "I just don't want either of us getting hurt."

Noel uncovered his face and turned over to face me, I draped my arm over his hip, "but getting hurt is part of life. Don't be afraid of it. Dealing with that is better than saying 'what if' for the rest of your life. Live and learn. If something happens between us, you shouldn't worry about it fucking anything up. Just enjoy it and keep it as a fond memory. If we end up drifting apart, treasure the times we had together," his eyes were brimming with tears, "I don't think you realize how much you mean to me, Ju. I love you more than anything. Nothing could change how I feel and it kills me to know that you don't feel the same."

"Wow," was all I could manage to say.

"Wow?" Noel frowned.

"I can't believe you honestly think I don't care about you in the same way you care about me," I felt my cheeks burning, "you're always on my mind. I'm afraid of hurting you because it would fucking kill me to see you upset. Especially if it was because of me. I couldn't live with that," I closed my eyes, unable to look at him, "if I could kiss you and love you for the rest of my life, I could die happy. I love you more than anything in this world so how day you assume I don't care."

The moment I'd stopped talking, I felt his lips against mine and his hands gripping my hair, holding my face close to his, "I'm yours," he mumbled into the kiss, "forever."

The sloppy kissing turned into a slow, passionate snogging. Noel kicked off the blanket so he could be closer to me. There was no disguising the fact that we were both hard; I couldn't help myself, Noel slipped me some tongue and it caught me off guard.

"Promise me nothing will change," I whispered, breaking the kiss only long enough to speak.

"Promise," he kissed me again, this time pushing me down on my back so he could undo a few of my buttons. His soft lips trailed down my chest as he undid button after button until the whole shirt front was open. He straddled my hips and sat up, smirking deviously at me, "nice erection."

"Oh, I'm sure I told you we were going camping. You clearly got the memo to bring a tent," I returned the smirk, pointing at the bulge in his trousers.

"Touche," he winked, grinding his hips slowly against mine as he pulled his shirt off and tossed it on the floor. Noel's flawless body never ceased to amaze me.

I grabbed his hips an sat up so we were eye level, "I hate to be a buzz-kill, but I'm not having sex with you tonight," I kissed his cheek, "you can sleep in my bed if you'd like though."

Noel sighed and half-smiled at me, "I suppose I'll take what I can get," he kissed the tip of my nose, "I'm tired anyway tonight," he got off of me and grabbed my hand when I got up. It seemed a little silly to walk the twenty feet to my bedroom holding hands, but Noel smiled the entire time, so it was worth feeling silly.

I climbed under my duvet next to Noel and wrapped my arm around his waist, "are you comfortable?"

"I'm next to you," he yawned, "how couldn't I be?"

I smiled and pressed a kiss on his bare shoulder, "you really are the loveliest person on the planet."

"You too," Noel mumbled. I knew he was almost asleep, "love you."

"I love you too, Noel," I closed my eyes, taking in his scent again. My pillows would smell like him in the morning and the thought made me smile almost as much as the fact that I would wake up next to him did.

Author's Note: This is part two to the bit I posted the other day. Read that one first. Or don't. Doesn't matter to me. Haha. x
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"Hope you don't mind sleeping out here," I said, pulling out the sofa-bed, "it's the only extra bed I have. If you change your mind about staying, I don't blame you. I feel like an arse for offering now," I chuckled nervously.

Noel hugged me from behind, "who cares where I stay? We're gonna be flatmates for a while. This is going to be brilliant," he said, letting go so he could help me pull the bed out.

I was glad that Noel was so easily pleased. He was so child-like in that sense. It made me wish that more people were like him. The world would truly be a happier place if more people like him existed.

Once the bed was set up, Noel flopped down and looked at me, "thanks for everything, Ju."

I took a seat on the edge of the bed, "not a problem, little man. It must be better here than alone at your place."

"And I'm here with you so it's ace," he winked. The little bloody seductress.

"Oh, I'm not that great to live with," I half-smiled at him, "I wake up early, I snore and I have a horrible habit of singing in the shower."

"I sleep until noon, leave my cosmetics around and piss with the door open," he smirked at me.

I couldn't resist laughing, "what a pair we are," I played with a corner of the blanket I gave him, "it's getting late. I think I might catch a few z's," I got up, "are you all set here?"

Noel shook his head, biting his lip.

"Do you need water?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I hate to be a nuisance," Noel said softly, hugging a pillow, "but can I have a snuggle before you go to bed? Please?"

"A snuggle?"

"Just a little one," he pleaded with his eyes, "I just want to feel loved for a tiny bit..."

How could I say no to that? I knew he wasn't seeking attention, he really did just want to feel loved. I
felt a lump in my throat, "I suppose, but I have things to do tomorrow so no funny business," I said, half-joking.

Noel's entire face lit up. He scooted over so I could lay down next to him. I stretched out and put my arm around him. He cuddled up against me, resting his head on my chest, "this is nice," he whispered, playing with one of the buttons on my shirt.

I nodded in agreement, shutting my eyes. The smell of coconut and hairspray tickled my nose. Noel seemed to always smell fruity, but not in a bad way. He had a special scent, it was hard to explain, but it always made me feel happy. It might have just been Noel that made me happy, but who was keeping track?

It seemed like hours had passed before I started to feel tired. Noel hadn't moved, he was clinging to me like he was afraid I'd disappear. I'd been playing with his hair for a while, though, I didn't remember when I'd started. Snuggling with him came so naturally; nothing was awkward and I knew it would never be awkward. The relationship I had with Noel was unlike any other one I'd ever had. We were truly perfect for one another, except for the fact we were both into women.

I glanced at the clock. It was after midnight, "I love you, Noel, but I have to get some sleep," I kissed
the top of his head, "so you're going to have to let me get up," my voice was barely a whisper.

Noel stirred a little, looking up at me. He looked like he'd been sleeping, "oh, right. Sorry, I dozed off for a bit there," he yawned and sat up, rubbing his eyes.

I felt bad waking him, "I didn't know you were sleeping, I wouldn't have woken you up if I knew. Sorry," I held my arm out again and Noel automatically curled up against me.

"Can you stay with me tonight?" he asked softly, "Just tonight."

My eyelids were getting heavy and thinking about making the effort to walk to my room wasn't very appealing, "only tonight," I agreed, stroking the nape of his neck with my thumb.

Noel scooted up a little so we were eye level, "I love you," he cupped my cheek in his hand, "can I have a tiny goodnight kiss?" he asked, his eyes were half shut, so I assumed he was only semi-conscious.

"Will you go to sleep if I say no?"

"Probably not," he admitted sheepishly, caressing the stubble on my cheek with the tips of his fingers.

"Well I don't have a choice then," I leaned in and pressed my lips against his, feeling everything around me disappear. Noel wrapped his hand around the back of my neck, holding my lips on his, moving his in perfect unison with my own. I knew I couldn't let myself get carried away, but kissing Noel was like a drug. I couldn't have just a little; once I got a taste, I needed more and more.

Minutes passed and our 'goodnight kiss' had turned into a full-blown snog. Noel's fingers were tangled in my hair and my hands had found their way to his hips, holding him against me. I knew that this was Noel's plan, but I also couldn't seem to stop myself. I not only tried to ignore the fact that I was starting to get hard, but was also pretending that Noel's 'excitement' wasn't poking me in the leg.

"I want you," Noel murmured into the kiss, flicking his tongue against my lip, "right now."

I broke the kiss, "sweetheart, it's bedtime. No bumming tonight," I brushed his fringe out of his eyes, "I told you, just a goodnight kiss, then I'm going to sleep. But then we snogged for half an hour," I tried to sound annoyed, but I was a bit out of breath.

"I didn't hear you complain," he mumbled, pouting.

"Well consider this a complaint then," I sat up, "you lost your snuggle buddy tonight. I'm sleeping in my bed."

"That's okay, I'm a bed hog anyway," he said nonchalantly, although I could tell by his eyes that he was hurt.

I stood up and stretched. It was well after one in the morning, "if you need anything, I'm just down the hall."

Noel nodded, "night Juju."

"Sweet dreams, Noel," I yawned and walked down the hall to my bedroom. My bed was much more comfortable than the pull-out and I welcomed my goose down duvet when I climbed in. It took only a few minutes for me to fall into a peaceful sleep.
Noel was late. He always was. In that sense he was exactly like Vince Noir, except when Noel gave an excuse for being late, his story was not only bizarre, but a hundred percent true. Even if he did tell a fabricated story, I could never be upset because Noel wasn't the type of person you can stay angry with.

It was half seven when there was a soft knock on my door. I crossed the parlor and checked myself in a mirror before opening it, "didn't think you were coming," I said, smirking playfully at him.

"Sorry," he said quietly, looking at the floor, "got distracted at my flat. I lost track of time."

Noel wasn't his normal bubbly self, I frowned, "what's wrong? You usually have a creative story about why you're late," I let him in and shut the door.

"Just a lot on my mind," he touched my hand, "nothing to worry about."

His gentle touch gave me goosebumps, "if there's anything I can do..."

"Really, I'll be fine," Noel finally looked at me and smiled weakly. He looked exhausted and not just because of the dark circles under his eyes. His skin was paler than usual, he was wearing hardly any makeup and it looked like he hadn't had a shave or even a full night's sleep in at least a week. Even his clothes weren't characteristically Noel; jeans, t-shirt and trainers along with no piece of jewelry to be found. It was odd.

"Come here," I held out my arms for a hug. Noel didn't give me a second glance before letting me wrap my arms around him. I felt him relax against me as I stroked the back of his neck with my thumb, "now tell me what's really wrong," I whispered.

"I told you," he mumbled against my chest, playing with one of my belt loops on the back of my trousers, "I have a lot on my mind."

"What's on your mind?" I had a feeling he was talking about his current single status, but didn't want to go right out and ask how he's been doing living alone again.

"Ju," he looked up at me. His normally bright blue eyes looked dull, "can we not talk about this now? I just want to watch a movie and forget about things for a while, yeah?"

"Whatever you want, little man," I let him go and made my way over to the DVD player, "I got Tim Burton's new film for tonight."

"Oh, the one with Johnny Depp?" Noel chuckled to himself, taking a seat on my sofa.

"That's the one," I smiled and joined him on the couch. Out of habit I put my arm across the back of the couch behind Noel. Without missing a beat, Noel scooted close to me and rested his head on me. I slid my arm down the sofa so I could put it around him and pull him closer to me so we'd both be comfortable. This happened like clockwork every single movie night.

Not much was said for the first half on the movie. Noel had grabbed my free hand and was tracing little designs on my palm. I wasn't paying much attention to the film; watching Noel had always been far more fascinating than any film.

"Julian?" Noel asked after a seemingly endless bout of silence, "Can I tell you something?"

"Of course," I played with the hem at the bottom of his shirt, secretly thinking about how much better the shirt would look strewn across my bedroom floor.

"You know all those times we had snogsies when we were pissed?"

I laughed to myself, remembering those times. They were some of my fondest memories. Kissing Noel was unlike kissing anyone else. From the moment our lips met, I could actually taste his passion; the same passion he puts into everything in his life. It was the biggest adrenaline rush I'd ever felt, "What about them?"

"They meant more to me than I admitted initially," he sat upright so he could look at me, "I love you."

My heart skipped a beat and I felt my cheeks burning, "I love you too, you berk. You're my closest mate," I said nonchalantly. I knew what he meant, but I wanted to play hard to get since he did it constantly.

Noel folded his arms, "you know what I meant, Julian," he was pouting; his perfect lips pursed with the bottom one jutting out. I wanted nothing more than to kiss him at the moment. But I resisted.

"I don't think I do," I was trying not to smile, "why don't you explain it to me," I wanted to hear him tell me that he loved me again.

"You're a bastard," he narrowed his eyes; I saw his lip twitch. He was holding in a smirk. I could see it.

"Thought you loved me," I wiped a fake tear from my eye, "I guess not," I started to get up. Right on cue, Noel grabbed my hand and pulled me back, staring at me with his haunting cerulean eyes. I was genuinely speechless for a moment.

"Ju?" Noel squeezed my hand.

"You're beautiful," I blurted out, feeling my cheeks start to burn, "er, sorry."

"You think I'm beautiful?" his voice was soft, and he didn't break eye contact with me.

I nodded, not sure of what to do now. Kissing him would be a bit cliche, but at the same time, just thinking about his lips on mine sent a surge of excitement through my body. As I daydreamed about kissing him, another thought took over. Rebound. He must be on the rebound since his last relationship ended just weeks ago.

"Why haven't you kissed me yet?" he asked, bringing me back to the present. He leaned in a little and pecked my cheek, "I know you want to."

"You're going through a rough time, Noel," I murmured, feeling his lips caress my neck. His warm breath made me shiver, "I'm not a rebound," I hated how realistic I was being.

"What?" he hit me, "You think that's what this is about?"

"You've not been single for a month. How could this be anything but a rebound?" I got up, "Everyone needs a rebound before they can move on and I'm not interested in the position."

"Julian, why are you acting like this?" Noel's eyes were bigger than normal, almost cartoonish. He was going to cry. Fuck.

"I love you, Noel. You know I do," I felt my heart breaking when I saw a single tear trickle down Noel's cheek, "I just, I don't know...maybe when you're not coming out of a long term relationship..." words were failing me. Seeing Noel cry was worse than anything I'd ever experienced. What made it worse was that it was because of me.

"I get it," he looked down at his knees, wiping his face on his forearm, "do you want me to leave?"
"No," I said kneeling down in front of him, I tilted his chin up so I could look at him, "I never want you to leave," I added, an idea came to me. And I knew it was a long shot, but it was worth a shot, "stay here with me for a while. Your flat must be lonely. It'll be like a sleepover party but longer," I truly would do anything to prevent him from crying. The love I felt for Noel knew no bounds. It had always been this way.

"Can we keep sweets in the flat?" he asked, sniffling. His black eyeliner was starting to run, and he still looked amazing.

I laughed, "I ask you to come stay with you and the first thing you ask is if we can have sweets?"

"Priorities," he said, smiling.