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Rain and Complaints


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Rain and Complaints

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bri/stef lovers
Title: Rain and Complaints
Fandom: The Mighty Boosh
Pairing: Noelian
Rating: PG-13 for a bit of swearing and implied naughtiness?

Notes: This was for a mini msn challenge that myself and ultra_pink did. We had the keyword "rain", 30 mins and a page to write with a pairing of our choice. Mine ended up taking over 30 mins and being over a page, but never mind ;) She did a Muse fic which you can read here

“Come on Noel, I think we had better be leaving soon.” Julian tugged lightly on his partners arm, once again posing as the voice of reason. Noel turned quickly, spinning on the heel of his boot and pouted, his glass swaying dangerously in his loose grip.
“Just one more drink? Come on Ju, s’only midnight!” he complained, eyes pleading through his dark fringe.
“Its past 1 actually, and I’d quite like to get home before its light.” Julian replied, his stern expression softening into a smile under Noel’s blurry gaze.
“Aww ok, well lemme say bye to Dave first. Where’d he go? He was ‘ere a sec ago. And I need my coat.” Noel looked around in confusion.
“He left over an hour ago, Noel.” Julian stated in a parental manner, “I’ve got your coat here, lets go.” He held out a hand to the smaller man and smiled as their fingers clasped together, before leading him out of the smoky club and into the clear, cold air outside. Noel gasped at the dramatic change in temperature and groped for his coat, smiling slightly as Julian helped him with it. They walked to the end of the road where the taxi rank was, only to be greeted by the sight of at least 40 other drunken clubbers, with not a single taxi to be seen. Julian let out a sigh as Noel groaned about the state of the queue.
“It’ll take us bloody ages to get home at this rate. Can’t we just walk?” Noel moaned, tugging on the others’ arm petulantly. “We don’t live far. Pleeease I’m freezing?”
“You’ll only complain about your feet hurting if we walk. I’m not getting sucked into that again.” Julian reasoned, wrapping an arm around Noel’s shoulders to help combat the cold.
“I won’t I swear! And if I do then.. then I’ll do that thing when we get home..” Noel attempted to bargain, noticing Julian’s cheeks flush slightly with his offer. The northerner paused for a moment in thought, weighing up the pros and cons of walking against what might possibly happen when they got home.
“Ok lets go.” He stated, his mind obviously made up. Noel beamed as they started to walk in the general direction of their flat, moving with a fairly brisk pace so as to beat the taxis and keep their body temperature up.

Fifteen minutes later and Noel’s feet were killing him. He didn’t want to admit it though. Not for fear of having to perform that task when they got home, he would happily do that for Julian anyway. He was keeping his mouth shut so Julian didn’t win. It was all mind games you see. If Noel complained, then Julian would win because he said that Noel would complain. And Noel didn’t want to lose, no. He shook his head for effect.
“What are you doing?” Julian asked, feeling movement beside him as his arm was still wrapped tightly around Noels shoulder.
“Nothing. I think it’s raining.” The raven-haired man commented, gazing vaguely up at the sky. Surely enough, a few odd raindrops had started to fall out of the sky, plopping wetly onto the pavement.
“Ah bollocks.” Julian remarked as he pulled his collar up and they started to walk quicker. It was in vain though, as within minutes the skies had opened up and thick, heavy rain was pouring down.
Noels hair was soaking wet and plastered across his face. The feather boa he had been wearing during the evening now resembled a soggy rag wrapped around his neck. Julian wasn’t in a much better condition, having only worn a light jacket himself. They were both soaked to the bone and walking nearly as fast as their legs would allow. Julian had slowed down slightly for Noel, finally realising that his feet were in fact killing him. It took them a further five minutes before they reached the safety of their flat doorway, and Noel stood shivering whilst Julian attempted to get the key in the lock. After a few unsuccessful tries he finally managed and they both stumbled into the hallway, collapsing into a wet heap on the floor as the door swung shut behind them.
Noel sneezed loudly and Julian couldn’t help but start laughing at the absurdness of the situation.
“What are you laughing at?” Noel huffed, “I’m freezing and wet and dying.”
“I’m sorry, its just quite funny when you think about it.” Julian said, disentangling his legs from Noels and sitting up. He helped Noel into a sitting position and set about removing his soaking boa and coat, rubbing some warmth into his arms in the process.
“Is that better?” he asked soothingly as he removed his own wet coat.
“A bit.” Noel sniffed, leaning into Julian’s body. Julian wrapped his arms around him and brought him close, kissing the top of his head.
“Now how about we get dry and then go to bed?” He suggested, feeling Noel nod his head against his chest. “And we can get onto that thing which was promised to me earlier.”
“But I didn’t complain!” Noel protested, bringing his head back and grinning up at Julian.
“You did mentally.”
“How do you know?”
“I know everythi-”
Noel silenced him with a kiss, slipping one hand between the wet fabric of Julian’s shirt and his equally damp skin, and the other carelessly into his trousers to indicate that he was going to be rewarded with that act afterall.
Julian didn’t complain.
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