#noelcest

I can't even think of a plot to hide this idea behind tbh, I just wanna see him rail roadie against a wall, pinning his skinny wrists and ventting every frustration and regret that bubbles to the surface upon seeing his younger self. 'Cause he'd be mean about it right, he'd tell himself that he can take it, he'd growl some foul shit into the younger man's ear about him being a whore for sucking dick in the hacienda toilets, for going to gigs outside of town to bend over for musicians because he has a type, and Noel would take it all with his head thrown back whines spilling out of his throat because, yes fuck yes give it to me. But then Noel brings up Liam and for a moment roadie starts panicking, because yeah he figured the older version of himself would know about it, of course he would, but you can't say that shit out loud, not when Liam's freshly 18 and everything Roadie's ever fucking wanted, that shit's not supposed to leave his head. Roadie's heart is pounding and he's squirming, suddenly aware of how sweaty and tired his muscles are but older Noel's pace doesn't stutter, he just keeps fucking into him, panting into roadie's ear that he's sick little fuck who's gonna spend the next twenty years of his life ruining his little brother for anyone else. He's gonna call roadie weak, he's gonna tell him he's pathetic for making it about possession and control and power when he knows that below the surface Roadie worships the ground the kid walks on. Liam could say jump and if noel wasn't careful to hold his tongue he'd ask "how high," and he doesn't hate himself for it yet but older Noel does. He despises it.