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It’s while you’re walking home that a thin young man turns the corner ahead. At first you don’t recognize him, his chin tucked to his chest, a dog trailing happily behind him. But the way he stops when he notices you, his arms flinging open as he shouts your name has you grinning. Shaking your head, you return the enthusiastic embrace, try to ignore the heat rising up your throat at the loud smacking kiss by your ear.
You’ve been friends with him since primary school, it’s just how he is, all hands and kisses and just an all around touchy bastard. You remember saving him from the rather large teen threatening to break Noel’s face for hitting on his girl. The shameless flirt, you think fondly as he lifts you to spin you around before letting your feet touch down again.
“Where were you, eh?”
“I was at the shop! I had to-”
“I needed my wingman!” the petulant expression has you laughing, the dog hot on his trail coming to a screeching halt to sit at his heels.
“And who’s this beauty?” squatting down you reach out a hand that’s quickly bathed by an eager tongue.
“Dunno,” the exasperated tone slides into a sullen one, making you glance up at him before going back to rubbing the dog’s ears. “ Little bastard tried to nip my nethers…”
“Smart boy, clever boy,” you coo at the dog who’s flipped onto his back wriggling in ecstasy as you scratch his belly.
“Oi!”
You listen with a half ear as he recounts his day for you, making the appropriate murmurs of sympathy at the right times. It always amuses you to no end that he matches his steps to yours, his hands flying as he complains. It’s only after the dog bumps into his legs in a bid for attention that he tells you about “the crazy bird that makes you look sane”.
“You’ve never gotten that close in your life have you?” he blinks at you startled when you interrupt him, styming his third retelling of the madwoman in the park.
“That hurts!” giving you a rough shove towards a parked car, he plunges his hands into his pockets as he glares at you. “There was that girl at the pub! All hot for my Johnson, she was gonna-”
“But she didn’t.”
“Oi!! Who’s side are you on, eh?!”
Your delighted laughter echoes in the hallway as you unlock the door to your flat. Tossing your windbreaker onto the couch you watch as he falls onto the chair looking miserable as he sprawls. Something must occur to him though because he turns his gaze to you speculatively, peering at you over the arm he’d had dramatically flung across his eyes. Not liking it one bit you turn on your heel and head into the kitchen to prep tea.
“You’re a girl, right?”
Rolling your eyes, you lean around the wall to stare at him even as you grab a couple of mugs.
“Can’t see how you’ve never gotten laid mate, sharp as tacks you are. Quite the smooth talker.”
“Shut your mouth, I’m serious!” you can hear a solid thump followed by a low grunt, did he really just toss himself out of the chair? Apparently he did because you can hear him scrambling to his feet.
“Maybe you can tell me what I’m doing wrong, yeah?” his breath is coming in soft pants, a hot breeze on the back of your neck. “C’mon you’re my best mate, you gotta give me a few pointers!”
The whine is right in your ear as he wraps around you, arms tight around your waist. A shiver sends goosebumps along your skin, his hot breath ticklish as he pulls you closer.
“Jesus, Noel!” your attempt to squirm free has him pinning you to the counter, the mugs in your hands clattering to the counter top.
“Just a couple?” his lips press against your cheek, your ear, your neck. “You can’t be this heartless, give a bloke a bit of inside information!”
“Noel, I swear if you don’t-” the words are less threatening with your breath catching in your throat as his lips press against the hinge of your jaw.
“One, just one good solid line. Best mate since primary and you can’t even do that?”
Overly affectionate bastard, you grouse mentally as you try to break loose before finally giving in and turning to find yourself nose to nose with him. Possibly your worst idea, and you’ve had your fair share, his breath ghosting over your lips and you feel the first tinge of anger rise in you. You’ve had a crush on the hormone driven idiot for years but he’d never noticed, not while he was out chasing every bit of skirt that crossed his path.
“Hey… Why are you getting all bent? I’m the one with the cold hearted friend withholding important inside stuff!”
“Let me go, Noel.” your voice is low and even as your eyes narrow at him. Most days you can ignore the fact that he’d never seen you as a girl and probably never will, today was not one of those days.
“Not even one?”
“I’m ‘bout to give you a right proper pounding if you don’t-”
Those mercurial eyes of his blink slowly, you’re not sure if you like the ghosts of ideas you see darting behind them. Shoving at his shoulders doesn’t budge him in the slightest, a slow grin curling his lips. You sneer at him even as you feel a flutter low in your belly at the sight.
“You fancy me, don’t you?”
“Oh yeah, so hot to trot my panties are dripping…” your tone is caustic but you lean away from him only to bite the inside of your cheek when that presses your hips tighter to his.
“Don’t try that sass on me, I know all your tricks.” the grin grows cockier as his hands move to settle on your hips, his shifting against yours slowly. “You little minx, you do fancy me!”
When you return the grin with one of your own the excitement in his eyes dims to hesitation and for a moment you think you might just blow enough smoke to get out of this. You’re not prepared for his mouth to press against yours, the hesitation in his eyes showing in the caress, pulling back to study your face before doing it again this time with a hint of teeth. Your fingers on his shoulders curl, bunching the fabric as he flicks his tongue against your lower lip, his hands sliding to cup your ass and pull you closer as he forces your mouth open.
“I’ll be damned…”
It’s not until he speaks that you realize at some point you’d closed your eyes, your lids feel heavy, your lips throbbing as you stare at him. Clearing your throat, you force your fingers to relax, shimmying up onto the counter in an attempt to get some kind of space between you but he pulls you to the edge of it, sliding in between your thighs.
“Make that little noise again.”
“Wh-”
His mouth is insistent on yours, hips grinding, his fingers digging in to pull you into each roll of his hips. A soft mewling sound escapes your throat, fingers moving to tangle in his hair, your body rolling against his. You’re not even aware he’s taking off your shirt until he breaks the kiss to yank it over your head, heedless of the way it catches on your ear before coming loose.
“I didn’t know you could make that noise.” his mouth brushes along your cheek, catching your earlobe in his teeth to give it a gentle tug drawing out a soft gasp. “Oh God, how many of those have you been hiding?”
“Noel…” his name is drawn out, a breathy moan as you squirm in his grip.
“Didn’t know you could talk like that.”
His lips and teeth skim over your throat, nipping and sucking at the swell of your breast before rolling your nipple between his teeth through the fabric of your bra. The ache between your legs sharpens, almost pain as his hands fumble with the button of your jeans. A distant thought passes that maybe you should stop him, that this is a horrible idea but his fingers are stroking you through your jeans while his thumb finally pops the button loose.
Fuck it, you’ll deal with the aftermath later, your hands sliding over his shoulders to tug his shirt upwards and laughing when he gets tangled up in it. The laughter dies in your throat as he drops down, his hands tugging impatiently at your jeans and underwear until they’re both hanging off your feet, his hands sliding up your thighs and pushing them open. Before you can protest his tongue is slowly licking, prodding, his lips wrapping around your clit to suck gently. You almost slide off the counter, your hips jerking forward as his hands push your clothing off your feet and to the floor, lifting your legs and settling them on his shoulders.
Your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging at it as his hands curl over your thighs fingers digging in deeply as he thrusts with his tongue, that crooked tooth you find so adorable scraping over your clit with every thrust. His name falls from your lips on a moan, your thighs squeezing as he drags an orgasm from you, hips rolling you right off the counter and onto his lap. The yelp he lets out as you land on his legs is ignored as you lunge forward, the kiss hungry as you chase away the taste of yourself on his tongue. His hands wander along your back, to your hips, your thighs. That soft noise is leaving your throat again, when he lifts his hips to press against yours.
It’s only when he whispers your name, his cheek pressed against yours that you slam back to reality, the unwelcome thing you’d shoved aside. This is Noel, goofy, handsy, hormones running rampant Noel. He won’t be coming round after this, the insecure side of his personality will make that impossible. The way his lips press to the skin just by your ear, the way your name spills from them almost makes it worth it, almost-
“Love you…” his face is buried in your neck, his hands moving between you both to grope at the waistband of his pants, lifting his hips to shove them down.
The head of his cock is nudging, pressing, sliding in before you have a chance to make him say that again, his hands on your hips pulling you down with a groan you feel rumble in his chest. There’s a moments pause, his eyes flying open to look up at you, the expression of shock on his face most likely mirroring your own. His hips lift once, drawing a low sound from you, one you hadn’t realize you’d been capable of making as your hands press down against his chest for balance.
“Again.” up again, the slow grind making you whimper, he frowns slightly.
You’re not sure what that look was for but his hands grip your hips and lift you before pulling you back down, your head falling back with a throaty shameless moan. You’ve never been a loud one, but it’s Noel, doing these… he lifts your hips again and then slams them down as he arches his body to catch yours.
“Fuckin’ hell, that’s the one, just like that. Just like that, okay?”
Whatever he’s muttering about is lost on you, your hands sliding over your stomach stopping just shy of cupping your own breasts, just the hint is enough.
“Nah, don’t stop, don’t, do that, please…”
Letting your head roll forward, you stare down at him, his tongue darting out to wet his lower lip. Slowly you skim your hands over your breasts, holding them in your hands before giving a light squeeze.
“Oh Jesus, Jesus Christ, you just-”
The thrusts are more frantic, his words incoherent as he sits up rubbing his face between your hands, licking the trail of sweat there, biting the soft skin. You scream, your already sensitive crotch feeling like liquid fire as you orgasm again, each thrust painful in the intensity of sensation.
“Just a mo, I just need to, fuckin hell you just-” the mad ramblings cut off in a moan, your hands sliding to his shoulders as he brings you down with a jarring slam against his own hips. The soft keen you make makes his body hitch, his cheek pressing against your neck as your head falls to his shoulder.
“I just asked you for pointers not-” he trails off seeming to realize the crassness of the statement before he finishes it. “That was- I mean, I’ve wondered and all but-”
“Noel, stop talking.”
“Yeah, yeah probably a good idea. I mean I’ve got a mouth that just-”
Your hand slams over his mouth, the sudden move causing his eyes to widen for a moment before you can feel the grin forming beneath your hand. He tries to say something even as your palm presses even harder against the seeming unstoppable flow of chatter.
“I was saying,” his hand grips your wrist and pulls it away, “You’re the best, y’know? Put up with my skirt chasing, and talkin non stop, and-”
“Jesus Christ, Noel. Stop fuckin talking!”
“I know, I know, but gah.. You just rocked my world y’know? That was amazing! Can we do it again? I read in a mag that some birds can’t go again right away, I don’t think I could right now but maybe in a few?” His head rolls back to stare up at the ceiling, his hands threading behind his head as he continues, “I’d like that I think, I don’t feel all nervous around you like I do with them other girls. You’re my mate, y’know? But it’s better because I’ve loved you forever, and-”
“What?”
“What? You sayin you can go again already? I think if I concentrate I could-”
“No not that, you prat. I meant the thing after.”
“Well we’ve known each other since primary, yeah? So I don’t get all squirmy inside when you’re around, well I do but not like-”
“Noel did you just say you loved me for a while now?” he’s too busy rambling to catch the slow measured tone you’re using.
“Well, yeah.” he shrugs his shoulders tilting his head to look at you before going back to staring up at the ceiling “A few years now, nah more like a couple months after you saved me from that girl’s gorilla of a boyfriend in primary… I dunno. Is it important?”
He doesn’t see the right hook that catches him on the jaw.