When in doubt, Act.

Julian closed his eyes, wandering if he would ever get used to the feeling of his cock in Jude’s warm mouth. He seriously hoped not. His hands started to wander to grab on to something, settling on Jude’s hair. He pulled a little, not as much as before; it was more of an intimate gesture this time than anything. His thumb was doing a sort of soothing a part of Jude’s scalp and he hadn’t even realized. 

His train of thought was lost as he felt Julian’s hand, causing him to grind his hips downward a little more aggressively, desperately in need of something but not quite certain of what he wanted exactly in the moment before finally making a decision.

“Gah- just put it in your mouth, please..” Julian groaned, a bit impatient. Julian felt himself shifted up, Jude taking full control and shifting his pants and and briefs down his legs. Julian looked at Jude, hoping for a bit of eye contact, wanting Jude to some how understand that this time he felt more than just a convenient hook up. 

Jude found himself slipping his thigh between Jude’s legs and without any restraint, begun to move his hips enough to give them both a comfortable amount of friction. The movements were slow, but deliberate. It felt different to how it usually felt, however; with the haze his mind was in, Jude either didn’t notice or didn’t care.

Soon his lips found their way to Julian’s jaw again - slowing his actions, somewhat tender in his treatments. He enjoyed what they did and he was desperate for more, but was determined to make Julian feel incredible.

Jude pulled away to start down Julian’s neck, having Julian close his eyes in bliss for a moment until he starts to caress Jude’s thigh, momentarily rubbing each one before ghosting over his cock before going to the other thigh and doing it repeatedly. 

“That’s what you think.” He breathed out, voice a little teasing and a small grin on his face - though he may or may not still have been staring at his lips.

He opened his own mouth to say something else, though nothing wanted to come out. Jude felt like a mute and part of another song he’d been playing around with formed in his mind. He hoped to whatever god there was that he was going to remember that line running through his mind as he suddenly surged forward to press his lips to Julian’s.

‘Cause no matter how hard I try, my tongue, it’s still tied by you..

Jude opened his mouth to say something else, except nothing came out. Julian waited patiently for Jude speak, licking his lips and nodding encouraging him. 

Except Jude didn’t say any anything. 

In fact, it seemed that Jude was coming..closer? 

Before he knew it, Julian felt Jude’s lips on his own, and without thinking fell onto his back.. 

Julian gave a sharp inhale and started kissing him back, holding Jude’s face and soothing the space behind Jude’s ear. Julian could tell this kissing was a bit different..he couldn’t quite put his finger on it but he knew that he could feel something he didn’t before. 

And so he was dealing with it in the only way he knew how.

After a moment, he realised he hadn’t answered and cleared his throat as he set the bong back down. “You should totally go for it, dude. You’re incredible. Let the world see your talent.” He hummed, reaching for more chips and trying not to notice the way the Julian’s mouth looked as he drank, and the way that his head tiilted back accentuated his jaw.

He also was currently not thinking about the way his cock twitched at the thought of it. Nope. Definitely not.

Julian almost wished he had something to smother it. But he was an actor, Goddammit. He knew emotions. He could suck it up. 

Jude however was acting a little odd. Like every time he would put it down after a good few minutes he would pick it very suddenly like he couldn’t get enough but he forgot he was doing it so it was delayed. 

“For all you know, I could be utter shit and this Agent is just taking pity on me.” He let a brief laugh out, smiling that he managed to get his favourite person to chuckle. 

Oh. His favourite person. Well he didn’t have many friends in town and if he did it was because they had worked together on an assignment, texted once and never bothered to text again. And his family was another story.

As he finished he hardly hesitated as he reached for the bong again, wanting more of a buzz after letting his emotions out through the song he’d spontaneously created on a whim. After a moment though, Jude finally looked up at Julian, grinning as the high let him do without thinking. “Hey, man.” 

His voice came out far more exaggerated and drawn out, not that he could help it - and after he spoke, Jude reached for the chips, not caring that Julian had just opened a packet of chips because he was more than happy to dig into them anyway.

After Jude finished the last note, he put down his guitar and without missing a beat grabs his bong to get another hit. It made Julian raise his eyebrows but he didn’t pry on it. 

Jude shifted toward him, asking how he’s been. Julian almost wished they would get just a tad closer. Like New Year’s close. But he put that thought out of his mind before dick revealed what he was thinking “Too damn long,” Julian replied, waiting for his chip to be swallowed to continue. “Like I said, I got an agent. She thinks I should audition for this show that looks like it might be pretty big..considering it’s pilot season and all. I might think about it... what about you?” he asked Jude, putting one hand on one of Jude’s knees. 

Julian wasn’t going to lie. He had searched Jude on the internet after he had met him. Turns out he had a Youtube channel as well as a Twitter. Last week he was thinking about it and he found that Jude had gotten a considerably large amount of subscribers. He wasn’t going to say anything about it though...

Having his guitar in his arms just felt right. It felt natural - probably because it’d been his means for comfort for going on ten years. Playing around with the chords to the song he’d played earlier, Jude could’ve easily missed the knock on the door. He stopped though when he thought he heard something then when it came again he decided to speak up, assuming Julian had arrived. “Dude, it’s open.” He called, waiting for the door to open and going back to his song,

Upon seeing Jude looking down at his guitar and experimenting with the song he had to catch his breath, unconciously smiling at the sight of Jude after a few busy weeks. 

“Hey, J.” he said, feeling his heartbeat in his throat. 

Temporary summed up a lot of things, but there was something about Julian that just wouldn’t leave him alone.

After the class ended, Jude checked his phone and decided that Julian didn’t need a response, despite the grin that spread to the corners of his lips as he read that Julian found him entertaining whilst he was high. 

Well that made one of them.

Once he cleaned off the smell of sweat and hopefully the smell of anxiousness, he put on an outfit much like the one from New Years. He almost decided to try those skinny jeans he bought the other week but he’d be too self conscious about what honest-Jude’s thoughts about the pants would be. Perhaps another day. 

Twenty minutes since reading the reply, Jude cussed to himself as he started to type out a response. He should have replied to it sooner but had wanted to keep a hold of the muse within him before he lost it.

To Julian: i’m free in half an hour if you’re down. i’m gonna head back to my dorm after class.

It was amazing how Jude made him feel like had just ran a three mile marathon and yet like he had just thrown up at the same time. It was like his stomach had just turned itself inside out but he wanted the feeling to last as long as possible. 

He felt himself involuntarily sharply inhale at times because he just couldn’t handle Jude’s everything. His smile makes him flustered and his hair makes him swoon but when it’s Jude’s everything, in the words of a fangirl, it makes him unable to even. 

Julian was starting to really get into his work out routine doing his twenty burpees when he checked his watch, and found out he had been at it for at least half an hour. 

Shit 

Julian rushed to his phone, seeing to messages that had just been sent to him only a minute ago. He had spent a moment wondering what had taken so long, figuring Jude must’ve been in class or something. 

He swiped the sweat off of is upper lip and replied. 

To Julian: that’s totally rad, dude. 

Jude sent the reply, waiting a moment before adding to it.

To Julian: we should hang out.

As he received Jude’s response, he smiled in thinking that Jude would totally say that. Julian started to reply to that until he got another text another moment later. we should hang out. 

This response made Julian involuntarily take a sharp inhale. Oh good lord what he wouldn’t do to see that smile again. 

To Jude: Yeah that would be awesome!

Julian sent the text without putting too much thought into it, insisting to himself on it. 

All of the buzz in the regards to his music career had been a much needed distraction following New Year’s. He wasn’t sure whether he was consciously choosing to avoid thinking about things or it was just a subconscious decision to keep busy and steer clear of what seemed to be going on.

Maybe it was a bit of both.

Feelings were something Jude hadn’t done well with since things changed with his brother. It was his understanding that letting someone take some kind of control over your emotions was pointless as that person had the power to strip it away with careless ease. After the way his brother had essentially abandoned him, he’d silently vowed he wasn’t going to let anyone hurt him in such a way again. Jude wasn’t going to let his emotions affect his judgement.

Or so he thought.

He’d written many-a song about emotions, despite all that. Drawing from the little experience he did have and really only ever digging deeper in the songs he never shared with anyone.

Jude was scared to admit to himself that the New Year’s Eve he’d spent with Julian had made him feel something more. He’d wanted to be caring and he’d felt his heart racing, and it really just terrified him, and so Julian’s absence since New Year’s had been somewhat of a relief, though he wasn’t going to allow himself to realise that he was also feeling something odd in his chest at the fact that Julian was missing.

He let his shoulders relax and loosen up before replying "Awesome! And not bad, got me an agent." Julian stared at what he had just typed with a look of disgust on his face, telling himself this looks too awkward. He sighed, rubbing his eyes not of of exhaustion but out of frustration, asking himself what had been different now that wasn't so hard to text him on New Years Eve. 

Before Julian could stop himself, he hit send, the sound of the message swooshing away somehow reminding him of the last line he performs in front of auditioneers. The reply is either rejection or praise. Well in this case it might not be...