urn:lj:insanejournal.com:atom1:arcadian_dream There were no good old days ... The lentils got a bit uncool, floor-wise 2008-03-15T05:27:40Z urn:lj:insanejournal.com:atom1:arcadian_dream:15170 2008-03-15T05:27:40Z 2008-03-15T05:27:40Z <p>For prompt number 13 - "Nervous."<br /><br />It's not much, but meh.<br /><br />Title: Not the Same<br />Author: me!<br />Pairing: Noel Fielding/Julian Barratt<br />Rating: PG-13<br />Words: 138</p><a name="cutid1"></a><div class="ljcut" text="Look deep into the parka..."><p><i>Look deep into the parka.</i></p><div>It was the same every night. </div><div>&nbsp;</div><div><i>Look deep into the parka.</i></div><div>&nbsp;</div><div>Julian knew that he had to, but part of him…part of him was nervous. If he looked, truly <i>looked</i>, he did not know what he might feel. Or what he might do. As he reached into the darkness of Noel’s hood, he extended his fingers. </div><div>&nbsp;</div><div>Heat radiated powerfully from the stage lights, causing rounded beads of sweat to form on his forehead. Groping uncertainly for the prop hidden in the hood, Julian felt something. He felt the slippery warmth of Noel’s tongue wrapping itself around the tip of his finger. He felt the pulsating muscle, and the gentle sucking movement of Noel’s mouth. </div><div>&nbsp;</div><div>This night, it was not the same. </div><div>&nbsp;</div><div><i>Look deep into the parka. </i></div><div>&nbsp;<br /><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"><font size="2">It would never be the same again.</font> </span></div></div>