It was a beautiful afternoon, not too sunny or cloudy. A group of girls walked by giving Liam googly eyes. He smiled but paid them no mind.
Round the corner, across the street, over the bridge. He hummed a song, no particular tune.
He stuck his hand in the mail box. Nothing. Not a letter, not a postcard and so far, not one phone call.
He didn’t really expect Noel to phone every day but it had been a week and he hadn’t heard a thing.
Liam dug into his pockets and pulled out his keys, opening the door and let himself in.
He could hear his mum in the kitchen, the smell of sausages and onions blanketed the hall.
Liam wasn’t hungry though. He kissed his mum, promised he’d eat later, grabbed a soda and went to his room.
Well technically their room, that is if Noel ever bothered remembering he lived here. If he ever bothered in remembering him.
Liam kick off his shoes, dug through Noel’s records and pulled out The Roses and threw himself on Noel’s bed.
He then noticed the large Inspiral Carpets poster that hung across the room.
Cunts, Liam thought.
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Liam was awakened in the night by a few knocks on the door.
He looked over to the clock.
“For fucks sake it’s three a.m.!”
“Phone for you kid,” Paul replied.
“Tell ‘em to fook off!”
“Yeah Noel I told you the baby'sleepin’, maybe call..”
“Noel?,” Liam jumped out of bed so fast he tripped as his foot caught the blanket, “hold on I’m coming! Don’t hang up man!”
Liam peeked his head out of the door, his older brother Paul had a funny expression on his face.
“What?”
“Why the fook is he calling you at this hour?,” Paul replied with a hint of suspicion.
“Give me the phone.”
Liam held out his hand with a sorta pleading look.
“Here, goodnight Liam.” Paul handed the phone and dully walked back int his room.
Liam was stood there, phone in hand,heart beating fast. The fuck was he supposed to do?
“Hello?,” Noel’s obviously drunken voice came on sounding usure.
“Yeah man, what?”
“Hey Liam, didn’t I say I’d call?,” Noel said and followed this with a nervous laugh.
“Yeah man, like, 'ello.”
“Is that all you’re gonna say to me?”
“Well you’re the one who’s calling me.”
“Right what a bright ray of sunshine you are.”
“Twat.”
“What?,” Noel sounded distracted, maybe he wasn’t alone.
“You pissed or summat,” Liam sounded annoyed, “is this why you decided on calling?”
“What? Fook off Liam, listen..”
Liam could here others, he could hear laughter. He heard Noel say something like “yeah yeah in a minute”
“I’m listening..”
“Hey, what are you doing?”
“I was sleeping man, do you know what time..”
He heard the voices again, only this time he heard Noel laughing, laughing at whoever the fuck he was with. Having a great time with someone. Only remembering to phone home when he was inebriated.
“What?”
“Nothing, goodbye Noel.”
”Liam..”
Liam hung up the phone walked back to his room and shut the door.
He laid down n his own bed, hot tears stinging his eyes and rolled downwards onto the pillow.
He wouldn’t get much sleep that night.
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“Hello?”
“Hey Liam, it’s me Noel.”
“Yeah I know that,” liam replied cooly as he sucked on a sucker.
It had been a good long week since their last exchange and as far as Liam could tell, Noel was sober.
“How you been?”
“Livin’ man, 'aving it large.”

“Ah,” Noel responded. Of course. Liam was probably out all night Noel thought. A new girl every night. Probably didn’t even miss him.
Suddenly Noel felt he was intruding, maybe Liam didn’t miss him the way he thought. Even after what they did before he left.
“Are you home alone?”
“Yeah, Paul is working, our mam is visiting a friend round the way.”
“What are you doing all alone?”
“Suckin’ on me sucker.”
“What?,” Noel gulped.
“Lolli man, suckin’ on a sucker.”
“Nevermind,”Noel replied, his face flusing.
“What you miss me suckin’ on your sucker is that it?,” Liam joked.
“Fuck off. Listen are you,” and Noel lowered his voice, “alright, you know after..”
“Yeah I’m alright, I’m not over here pining after you.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“I’ve had others you know.”
“Shut up that’s not what I meant.”
There was a brief silence.
“So what Clint let you off yer leash, you have time to call me?”
“I have work Liam.”
“I didn’t know groupie was a paying gig.”
“Look I don’t want to argue, if you wanna be a cunt I can call later..”
“NO,” Liam let out a little too loudly, “I mean nah man I don’t wanna fight.”
“So..”
“What color knickers you wearing Noel.”
“Liam..”
“What give us a visual.”
”Liam..”
“I’ll start.”
“What?”
“Go ahead ask.”
“Ask what?”
“What I’m wearing.”
“Fucks sake Liam.”
“Go on.”
Noel cleared his throat, he was sure the room wasn’t this hot before.
“Erm, what you wearing.”
“Clothing.”
“Yeah, but like what.”
“I dunno man, me shirt, me parka, some pants, you know clothes.”
“Fuck you Liam.”
“Ask me what knickers I got on.”
“Liam..”
“Go on.”
“What color..”
“You fuckin’ pervert.” “Liam!”
“Aha Noelys a pervert.”
“Shut up, I gotta go.”
“Go then.” Liam said and hung up the phone.
Leave it to Noel to ruin a perfectly great conversation.
After the call Noel laid in bed thinking of Liam and his sucker and then of Liam and the color of his…
Noel shook his head. He didn’t sleep much that night.
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Noel was anxious.
It had been a day since his last phone call with Liam but every waking second his thoughts were consumed by him.
Should he call. Should he write. Should he play it cool and ignore him.
Noel’s angst must have showed on his face as Clint asked Noel if he was doing alright.
Noel assured him it was the jet lag.
Clint invited Noel over to his room, smoke a joint, relax, it would take off the edge but Noel’s mind was elsewhere, so he politely declined and went back to his room.
Noel opened the mini fridge and drank a few mini Jack double shots, took his shirt off and sat by the phone. He tried to convince himself not to call but he already knew he was going to anyway.
Why fight it?
He picked up the receiver and dialed.
He hoped Liam wouldn’t be there, or the line was busy or something. God he felt pathetic.
“Hey,” Noel felt dumb, hey, what a dumb thing to say, he mentally kicked himself, real smooth.
“Hey?,” Liam mimed.
Noel took another another double shot. He needed the courage.
“You alone kid?”
“Yeah man.”
“What are doin’?”
“Siting here and you?,” Liam suddenly felt real dumb, this conversation was dumb, why was it so hard for him to talk to him?
“So, what are you wearing?”
Liam felt himself blush, he sat down and smiled.
“Your Beatles shirt.”
Noel couldn’t help but feel giddy.
“Oi you wearing all me good clothes.”
“So, I look better in them.”
“Yeah you do.”
“That so?”
“Well you make anything cute,” Noel gushed.
“Fuck you.”
“Yeah, you’d let me?”
“You’d chicken out, you always do.”
“Not if I had you here with me right now.”
Liam’s mind and body were on fire. He could feel himself growing hard.
Fuck. He never needed it more than he did now.
“What would you do to me if I was here?”
Noel couldn’t take it. Every time he would hear Liam breathe or sigh into the phone, it did things to him.
“First I’d tell yer to take off your shirt.”
“Oh really?”
“Yeah, take yer shirt off Liam,” Noel said forcefully.
“What if I don’t?”
“Oh you’d take it off if I was there, like the good boy you are.”
Liam got really hard at those words.
What was happening to Noel, he was never usually this flirtatious.
“Is your shirt off?”
“Yeah,” Liam lied but he quickly complied.
What a cunt he was, was he actually listening to Noel?
“Good, next I’d tell you to get on your knees.”
“Yeah..”
“I’d take my cock out and rub your those pink lips of yours.”
“Mmmm, yeah, then?,” Liam said a bit too eagerly.
“Oh you want more? Ask me for more, go on.”
“Give me more.”Liam said almost breathless, balancing the phone against his shoulder and ear, using his hands to undo his jean fly.
“Then I’d shove my cock in that filthy mouth of yours.”
“Fuck Noel.”
“You like that don’t you. I’d make you choke it’s so hard for you.”
Noel was going at a slower pace, rubbing himself thrugh his jeans, savouring the sweet sounds Liam was uttering through the phone.
“Slow down there kid.”
Noel was right liam was getting closer to the edge.
“Wait, I want to make you come with me.”
Liam had to stop himself, he had never been so turned on before. He had to catch his breath.
“Ready?,” Noe asked tenderly.
“Yeah man, I’m cool.”
“Good, so then I’d pick you up and take you to bed. I’d kiss your dirtymouth, I’d kiss your neck, I’d kiss your chest, stomach..”
“Fuck, Noel, please..”
“Shhh, hold on. I’d take you in my mouth, I’d taste all of you. I bet you tatse sweet.”
“Noel, fuck me.”
Noel started to get uncomfortably tight in his jeans now. He unbuttoned them and began to slowly stroke himself. The imagine of Liam back home shirtless, hot, bothered and sweaty driving him wild.
“You want me to fuck you?”
“Noel please..”
“Say it, say you want me to fuck you.”
“Noel fuck me, take me now.”
“Fuck Liam, you sound so good. Your so beautiful.”
“Shut up and fuck me already,” Liam almost laughed at the words he was uttering.
“Yeah, I’d turn you over and push your face into the pillow so you won’t scream too loud.”
Liam started going faster hardly being able to contain himself.
“Fuck, stick it in Noel, fuck me hard.”
“Fuck, Liam.”
“Shit noel.”
“I’d fuck you so hard, I’d slap that ass, show you what a bad boy you’ve been.”
“Fuck, shit, mmm, Noel, harder.”
“I’d go in all the way, deeper and faster until you scream my name.”
“Fuck Noel, I’m gonna come.”
“Ah shit Liam, you so beautiful, come for me.”
“Noel,” Liam was now going at it fast biting his lip, trying hard not to be quiet.
“Liam, fuck,” Noel wastroking himself faster now,imaging Liam, his pale skin, his sweet scent, his beautiful head against the pillow, moaning just for him. It was almost to much, he felt dizzy.
“Noel, your gonna make me…”
“Liam..”
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Liam was sitting on the porch another beautiful day.
“Liam!,” his brother Paul cried out, “it’s Noel again for you.”
Liam walked into the house, a clear grin on his face.
“What, checking up on me again.”
“Fuck you.”
“What Clint isn’t putting out tonight.?”
“What are you up to?”
“Nothin’ just here?”
“What are you wearing?”
“Fucking cowboy outfit mate,” Liam joked.
“Oh yeah? I bet you’d make a real pretty cowboy,” Noel said with a big grin.
“Hey fuck off,” Liam said, also grinning.
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