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fab's head was throbbing. no, not that one, but--man, it might as well have been. the way julian was staring at him from across the room clogged his brain like a drug and made him want to flee the scene. his palms were too sweaty to properly hold his drumsticks, but he still let his knuckles go white and his bitten nails claw into his palms as he tried to cling to the last bit of mental fortitude he had. it wasn't proper grip by any means, but it was fixing guitar riffs time, not practice rudiments and beats time. fuck.
he was sure julian was already a bit intoxicated, but the lidded gaze that wouldn't tear away from fab any time soon felt nothing like the lazy, drunken stares julian usually gave when he was a few beers deep. sparks flew up fab's spine as he mulled it over again. the gaze felt utterly lustful. his face went hot as he ducked his head back down. the leg he usually tapped his bass with was bouncing incessantly, and at this point he didn't know if it was from a need to play or out of the pure anxiety shoved down his throat from julian looking at him like that; as if julian was a cat and he was a mere mouse. or something like that.
fab wasn't exactly opposed to julian staring him down like this. he very eagerly took part in the gay shit the band pulled constantly, but that was rarely ever filled with as much lust and want as julian's eyes were. he felt like he was going insane. was he imagining this? it wasn't unlikely. julian could very well have been spacing out and chose a random spot on the wall behind fab to glare at with all his might.
the minutes dragged on as albert and nick (and now nikolai? shit,) continued to pluck away, chatting quietly but intensely. he glanced up briefly. julian's eyes caught his again. his demeanor hadn't changed. fab swallowed the growing lump in his throat and swayed back and forth on his shitty drum stool, something he found on the side of the street out of sheer luck after the old one had broken. he tried to keep his focus on julian without being obvious. something that he knew he'd fail at miserably.
he watched as julian's eyes slowly dropped down, down, down, and it took fab far too long to register that he was being checked out before julian met his eyes again and gave a smug smirk. oh, christ. this wasn't alcohol. fuck.
fab shifted on his stool and let out a shaky breath that he forgot he'd been holding. he looked back over at the trio in the middle of the room to try and distract himself. some form of an agreement had been made, and albert parted from the group to chat with julian for a bit, probably informing him of the changes they decided on. fab checked the clock on the wall to see they'd been here longer than their usual practice time, around thirty minutes. he sucked in a breath; technically, he could flee the scene and not worry about how julian was looking at him until he was at home, alone, and embarrassingly close with his pillow.
but he felt frozen on his stool. something deep inside of him, something guilty and embarrassing and that made him want to run into the streets of the city, wanted to see what julian would do. what his gaze actually meant; if he was being a tease for no reason and doing the usual faggy band shit, or if that gaze actually meant something. his head started to ache again.
none of them had actually done properly sexual things with each other. well--no, that was a lie. all of them knew albert and julian were sleeping together on the down low, as much as they denied it and refused to acknowledge questions about bruises and other marks on their necks and jaws the day after what they had said was a lazy night in, no bars or parties.
the collar of his shirt felt hot. he barely even had one; he wasn't like albert, wearing three piece suits to fucking band practice, but he still felt heat strangling him. and through his whole body. fuck, now that he was focused on how he felt, he realized how hot and bothered he was, especially under the belt. he shifted around again, trying to seem like he was totally fine and not about to burst at the seams.
apparently, he'd tuned out the sounds of everyone packing up to go, because when he looked up after what he assumed was a few seconds, the room was completely void of people besides him. he glanced back at the couch. and julian. sprawled out sideways on the thing like it was his fuckin' throne or some shit like that. his mouth went dry and he looked away as fast he could, standing up and moving to pack up his things and run back home as fast as he could.
julian's voice cut through the air like a...like a blunt knife. his usual drawl wasn't any more jarring than usual, but the usual smooth sureness made fab feel like he was brand new to the band again, just feeling the ropes of what a snare or hi-hat even was.
"fab, man, come over here."
"julian--jules, i should go, dude, i gotta eat-"
"fabrizio."
chills flew up fab's spine, cutting through the heat that was still filling his body. his face had to be a nice shade of pink by now, how any normal person would react to their bandmate looking at them like he wanted to eat them whole.
his legs brought him over to julian without much input from his own thoughts. he looked down warily at the other, waiting for his instructions as if he didn't have free will himself. fab could leave at any point, no consequences (besides the chance of a pissed off julian, but it didn't feel like any of them were walking on eggshells during practice); he was an adult. a full grown man who could flee back to home base and tuck his non-sleeping pillow between his thighs to deal with this growing heat instead of being stared down by one of the hottest guys he's ever met. julian motioned for him to sit, and fab once again obliged without much thought, making sure to face him. what the hell had gotten into him?
julian slid over to him and into his lap with a fluid ease. fab could feel his ears go red, his face even redder, and saw a light flush on julian's cheeks. he didn't know what to do with his hands, which he initially settled on his abdomen, folded politely like this was a casual meetup and not julian seemingly trying to get in his pants.
julian looked down at them, slightly amused, then used his own hands to move fab's onto his hips, tucked under his leather jacket instead of over. fab instinctively fisted at his shirt, trying to ground himself with the crumpled fabric. julian's hands were still delicately laid over his own. why was that so charming? christ, why was all of this so charming?
he watched julian study his face with a softer gaze than before. he almost had a hint of concern, or worry, in his eyes, something fab rarely got to see close up. he moved his hands to fab's shoulders and trailed them down a bit.
"is this okay, man? you look nervous." julian's voice was gentler than it was before. must be what albert hears at home, in privacy and away from the need to be stupid 'rock stars'. "you can leave if you want to. i'm not actually stopping you, fab."
the offer hung in the air, and fab knew he seemed more scared than he wanted to be. he...oh, damnit, he wanted this, he wanted julian's hands on him, his mouth against his own, against his neck, his jaw--fab groaned and dropped his head backwards, loosening his grip on julian's shirt.
"fuck, jules, it's okay. it's so damn okay with me, dude," he answered, a pathetic kind of desperation in his voice that he forced himself not to dwell on. he watched julian's face light up, an expression of which he had zero time to register before julian grabbed his face and pulled him into a messy, almost giddy kiss, nothing like the usual casual kissing between bandmates.
fab moved his hands up julian's sides as he kissed back as best as he could manage with julian insisting on being in control, his head spinning at the idea of julian fully on top of him and telling him what to do, what to touch, when to stop...he reached julian's shoulders and tried to tug at his jacket, wanting it off, like--yesterday. julian batted his hands away gently without breaking the kiss, then settled his own on fab's waist.
the pressure julian's fingers had on his waist let fab know how much julian wanted this, maybe even how long. he wasn't going to ignore the fact that he himself had fantasized about julian kissing him like no tomorrow, hands wandering all over his body and gliding over whatever he wanted to touch, but he really didn't expect julian to have similar aspirations. julian kissed him like he was going to die in an hour and he's been bottling up his affections for years upon years. it made him feel really good about himself, but he wouldn't admit that. maybe.
fab didn't register that julian was shoving a hand up his shirt until he felt his fingers dance over the bandages wrapped around his chest and press down lightly against where they overlapped. he immediately broke the kiss and scrabbled away from julian as best as he could manage with him still in his lap.
"oh--fuck, jules, i forgot to say something--shit, this slipped my mind, i'm an idiot--"
julian grabbed at fab's shirt again and pulled him into an even sloppier kiss than before to cut him off, pressing him back so he basically towered over fab. he pulled back after a few moments and wiped away the string of spittle that connected their mouths, grinning like a maniac.
"this just makes everything a hell of a lot better, fab."
fab's head swam. he didn't--he didn't even say anything, what the hell could julian be..?
he watched warily as julian shrugged off his jacket that he previously refused to let fab take off, tossing it to the side and pulling his layered shirts over his head in one fell swoop. two light scars adorned his chest, clearly not new and clearly paid for by his dad after back and forth bickering.
fab's mind fogged over and his head thunked against the arm of the couch. he felt the blood rush straight from his brain to crotch, but he could barely squirm to relieve the tension with julian still firmly in his lap.
"this isn't real," he heard himself mutter as the singer leaned down to kiss up his neck, to his jawline. he paused close to his ear, humming softly to make sure fab was listening. at least, that's the only reason fab could come up with.
"it's as real as you want it to be, fab." he sat up and looked down at him with the previous hunger that got them into this situation. "take your shirt off."
fab propped his head back up, avoiding proper eye contact with julian. he was a bit embarrassed, honestly, that he forgot to mention the most vital bit of information when it came to any form of hookup; it's always the first thing he tells someone if they want in his pants. he instead let his eyes rake over julian's torso, studying the scars framing his chest. fab was a bit jealous, yeah, but that was overshadowed by the fact that julian being the same as him in this manner was infinitely hotter than it should be.
fab met his eyes again. julian looked at him expectantly, glancing down at his shirt for a few moments. it was his usual red coca cola shirt. julian had told him a few months ago that it looked good on him, and he wore it incessantly since. he shifted and pulled it off clumsily, dropping it next to julian's jacket and shirts. he watched it fall and settle on the floor, an ache in his chest seeing it overlap with julian's clothes.
he felt julian's hands on his waist, tapping his calloused fingers on fab's sides gently. fab realized that he'd barely spoken since this whole, event, started.
"you-uh. you can take them off if you want, jules. i've had them on all day, so..." he gave the other a nervous smile, glancing back down at julian's chest and feeling that same quiet jealousy pang within the depths of his own.
julian's hands deftly unwound the bandages wrapped snugly around his chest, with practiced ease that made a special kind of warmth blossom in fab's stomach. the familiarity made him worry about julian's ribs (more than his own) in the back of his mind, but clearly things went well for him, so...
he's broken from his trailing thoughts by julian tossing the bandages to the ground and exhaling softly. was it disbelief? fab couldn't tell, but he could tell there was a certain type of wonder in julian's eyes that made him squirm. he was thankfully not too blessed in this department, something he never complained about, even before he had this whole thing figured out and concealed.
as if by instinct from the girls he's been with before, julian settled his hands on fab's waist once more and slowly trailed them up his sides, the goal being fab's chest. sirens blared in fab's mind, barring any pleasure he felt from julian's calloused fingers actually pressing up against his bare skin. he grabbed julian's wrists faster than he knew he could move when not behind his drumset, pulling them off of his body before julian could land them where he wanted. the singer looked confused. fab licked his lips nervously.
"no--please, i don't like them touched, jules. not right now. only looking," he murmured, his anxiety flaring up again as julian's face shifted. fab let him wrangle his wrists out of the drummer's hands, then was surprised by julian taking his face and kissing him firmly on his forehead.
"that's fine, man. wasn't the main attraction in my mind, anyways."
fab furrowed his brows, forming a question in his mind that was quickly dissolved when he felt julian grab at his crotch through his jeans. a sharp whine escaped his throat as julian dug his palm against the seam, very deliberately shoving it right against fab's t-dick. the sharp pain that gathered from the feeling of bare jean on t-dick--which julian clearly didn't realise was the situation, even though half of them go commando on the regular--should have been jarring, should have been uncomfortable, but it being at the hands of julian made the feeling nearly addicting.
fab's head fell back as julian continued to basically grope him, his brows staying furrowed as his eyes slid shut. groans and whines continued to spill out while a mix of pleasure and pain spread through fab's stomach. he would be grinding up to meet julian's hand if julian wasn't still settled firmly in his lap without any indication of him leaving, which was hot, but it really limited any movement fab had in mind from the waist down.
julian's hand eventually lifted from fab's junk, sliding his hand up slowly and settling it on fab's stomach. his other hand caught fab by the jaw, pulling him into a lazier kiss than before. it was familiar, the usual and patented "julian kiss", but now accented by julian scratching lightly over fab's thin happy trail (which he was very proud of having, thank you very much) before deftly unbuttoning fab's jeans and popping the front flaps open.
"no boxers, huh? i expected nothing less," julian drawled against his cheek after breaking the kiss to talk. fab let out an involuntary snicker, a bit drunk on the feeling of it all. he slid his hands up julian's arms, curving them over his shoulders, and finally gliding them down his chest.
"man, i only wear 'em on days where everything gets too sensitive." he returned the favor of julian opening his jeans, in a less skilled manner than julian managed, trying to tug them down as best as he could. "could you--shit, i don't wanna ruin the mood, jules, but i really need to bust out of these jeans, could you-?"
julian all but scrambled out of his lap, making it clear that he was more eager for this than he originally let on. fab couldn't dwell on that, though. he shimmied off his jeans, kicking off his shoes in the process and letting them all haphazardly fall to the ground. he vehemently ignored the fact that he was now stripped down to his socks on the communal couch (which, to be fair, had probably seen worse than his bare ass) waiting for julian to join him in the same state.
julian was more careful taking off his jeans--and, surprisingly, boxers--after he finally kicked his shoes off. like he was doing a striptease for fab. heat curled in fab's stomach as he watched julian precariously slide down his jeans, stepping out of them only when they were fully on the ground. he smacked julian when he tried to pull off his boxers even slower, drawing a laugh from the other.
"let me put on a show for you, baby!" he grabbed for fab's hand, tucking two of fab's fingers under the elastic of his boxers, watching them tug on it when fab's arm relaxed. "don't you want to see me in all my glory, or whatever, man?"
fab licked his lips and gulped down the drool that was pooling in his mouth. he ran his thumb over the fabric of julian's boxers whilst dragging them down from julian's hips. the tips of his fingers scratched lightly over the dark hair guiding his way down, something fab had seen far more times than he probably should have. the cold air of the room (requested by fab, for his drums) got a soft exhale from julian, shifting his legs to make sure they didn't subconsciously end up falling shut.
a nice string of slick formed between julian's cunt and his boxers as they were pulled down, his t-dick standing proud and wet enough to look like it was dripping pre. fab's eyes went wide. "oh, shit..."
his head lolled against the arm of the couch for the billionth time, and he felt his own t-dick twitch purely at the sight of julian so absolutely soaked. his hips shifted around on instinct, fueled by desire and a desperate need to get off. a groan slid from his mouth again. he was captivated, really, unabashedly admiring what he could see of julian's cunt and wishing it was--well. in his face. right the fuck now. even just thinking about it made his own ache.
julian let fab stare for a few moments longer, then reached to run his fingers through fab's curls carefully. he tugged at lightly as he could to get fab to look at him instead, getting a soft moan this time. he smiled.
"i'd give you a taste, but i have better plans," he drawled out, letting fab push his head against his hand.
"fuck, man, as long as i can feel you, i'm set." fab tugged down julian's boxers all the way and watched as julian stepped out of them, kicking them into the growing pile of clothes. he trailed the same hand up julian's hip and pulled him back into his lap; he needed this plan to go into motion and he needed it now.
julian didn't immediately settle into his lap like he had before. he instead grabbed onto fab's waist like before and straddled him whilst pushing him down, this time keeping his hands still while he leaned over and nudged his face against fab's neck. fab was used to the stray neck kiss or two from julian--from them all, if he thought about it hard enough, but he was in no state to consider that--but this was something different entirely. there was a properly lustful intent behind each kiss, down his neck to his collarbones and trailing back up to his jawline.
teeth scraped along his skin, then a sharp pain landed on the junction between his neck and shoulder. julian sucked on the skin not-so-gently, then trailed more bites and hickies up his neck. his breath was hot against fab's neck. fab tried to writhe away.
"jules....jules, man, people are gonna see that! what--what if-"
"no one cares about that shit. say it's from some girl at a bar if people outside the band ask." he lazily nudged at fab's temple with his forehead. "use your brain, man." he kissed back down to his neck and ran his tongue over a several of the bitemarks scattered across it. fab exhaled softly, conceding to the fact that julian would in no way let him hide this. ah, well.
the room already smelled of sex, whether that be a lingering scent from before or both of their needs mixing into some artful concoction of lust and want. fab's hands wandered up and down julian's sides as he bared his neck for the other, letting him kiss and suck on his skin as much as he desired. the scrape of teeth on his skin was becoming addicting, and a little voice in the back of his mind was begging for the bitemarks to be visible the next day. his vision swam at the idea of julian wanting, needing him so desperately. he needed to close his eyes.
his thoughts that trailed towards more introspection on how long julian had wanted his hands on fab were snuffed by julian knocking fab's thighs open with his knee and holding them in place firmly. fingers trailed down his sides--thank god he wasn't ticklish--and settled on his inner thighs. fab struggled not to squirm at the feeling. he opened his eyes back up and stared at julian curiously.
julian glanced down at fab's cunt, raking his eyes down his body in the process. fab's body went hot. he ignored the heat between his thighs that certainly wasn't from julian and watched his movements carefully, his curiosity starting to pique. julian moved one hand up, up, up fab's thigh, his fingers pressing down just enough to make fab's hips twitch upward slightly.
sparks flew through fab's body and jumbled up every last bit of his thoughts when julian carefully pressed his middle and ring fingers against his t-dick and dipped them down to collect more slick to carefully stroke it with. he couldn't help the moan that poured from his mouth at the feeling, couldn't stop the way his hips rolled up as a way to get more friction from julian's fingers. his hand immediately flew up to cover his mouth, his eyes wide, searching for any sort of reaction from julian. he looked...he looked hungry.
"...fuck."
julian swiftly repositioned both of them, moving half-off the couch so he was partially standing, and pushing fab's leg up and folded against his chest. his hips rose a little with the motion, and he was glad julian would be the one holding him in place. julian's other leg bracketed fab in place, somehow able to tuck between his torso and the back of the couch. fab sent a brief nonsense prayer up for the fact that he was still young and flexible that was quickly interrupted by the absolutely sensational feeling of julian pressing his own t-dick right against fab's, trembling a little as he messily ground down against him.
fab didn't shy away from moaning this time, scrambling to grab onto whatever part of julian he could reach while struggling to grind back against him. "oh my god--jules-hholy shit, man--!!"
julian's head was ducked down, hair falling into his face; it did barely anything to conceal the fact his face was already bright red at just the slow motions of his t-dick against fab's. fab relished in the feeling of how soaked julian's cunt was against his own, relishing in the lewd idea of his own wetness mixing with julian's. he felt like a total fucking pervert, and he wouldn't have it any other way.
soft keens spilled from julian and fab was sure it was the hottest noises he'd ever heard julian give. he hoped for more. he could tell julian was stifling most of the loud and unabashed ones; it broke his heart a little. fab pushed his knee against julian's back as best as he could manage, forcing him closer and drawing out a goddamned whimper from him. fab could only really smirk at that, rocking his hips more urgently against julian's. this spurred julian into haphazardly speeding up, his nails digging into fab's leg for some form of traction. fab gave a shaky groan as julian's tip caught against his own several times over.
fab felt julian tremble and twitch against his cunt, struggling to keep his own hips under control while matching julian's desperate pace. "christ, fab--nnh, why didn't--why didn't we do this sooner--" he gasped, hips twitching against his will and pressing his cunt roughly against fab's t-dick. fab caught a glimpse of his eyes squeezing shut, his brows bunching together.
high sensitivity was a good look on julian, fab decided. almost out of instinct from his usual time alone, fab trailed a shaky hand down julian's arm and down to his t-dick, thumbing at it lightly. finally, julian let out a pathetic sounding moan, his free hand flying to grip fab's shoulder as best as he could manage from their position to steady himself. his nails dug in like they had on fab's thigh.
"fab, oh, fuck!" he damn near whimpered, bucking his hips so fab's thumb would brush against his own t-dick at every movement. "ffuck, man, don't--mmnnhh, don't mmove your hand." his pace got faster, his movements sloppier. the hand on fab's shoulder slide down to hold onto his forearm, to keep that hand in place.
there was a specific whiny tone to julian's voice. if fab weren't laying on his back, he'd be drooling. his cunt was, for sure; if the filthy noises between them getting louder and more obscene as julian humped him like no tomorrow was any indicator, fab also felt a trail of slick running down from his cunt that made him shudder and let out a shaky whimper.
moans and whines from both of them were filling the room like music from any regular practice. forming words was getting difficult for fab, and he could only assume the same was happening for julian. julian was starting to duck his whole body down more, trembling and damn near writhing from the feeling of his t-dick against fab's. it was obvious he was trying to catch fab's at his hole more often and struggling, his hips rolling up and just barely being able to press himself down against fab's t-dick. the consistent pressure kept fab whimpering and panting, every movement still managing to send sparks up his spine.
fab was starting to struggle to match julian's pace, his back hurting ever so slightly and julian's desperation making it so he was damn near getting properly fucked by his t-dick--and vice versa, of course. it felt fucking amazing, every nerve in his body on fire with need and want and lust, pure and unadulterated lust, matching the gaze julian had thrown at him that had gotten them into this situation in the first place. god, he was glad julian was a bit of a slut.
every part of fab's body was starting to get even hotter than it had been before. he watched a bead of sweat roll down julian's arm, barely able to focus on it before julian wretched his hand down again, shoving it against both of their t-dicks and drawing a synced moan from the two of them, julian's managing to be louder than fab's. fab's head spun. a familiar heat started to curl in his abdomen, his hips jolting forward with the sensation.
julian's hands were starting to shake. his whole body, really; trembling and shaking with pure pleasure as his humps became sloppier than before and his hands nearly lost their grip. his breathing got heavier, every pant twinged with a near whimper. fab could only assume he was close too.
fab managed to wriggle his wrist out of julian's grip (accompanied by a noise of dismay from julian) and plant both of his hands on julian's hips, trying to drag him down harder against fab's cunt.
"fuck! holy shit--! mmnhhjjuules--!!!" he gasped out, his words trailing into a shaky whine. the back of his head twinged in pain from him dropping his head back like before. his back arched up, changing the angle of their grinds in the best possible way for the moment. fab could feel julian staring; it made his chest feel tight. in a good way.
he felt his orgasm wash over him harder than he had ever managed to make himself cum by simply humping a pillow or fingering himself to oblivion. he was finally, finally being touched by the subject of those increasingly vulgar fantasies, and the revelation managed to blind him with pleasure. literally. fab's vision went white at both the thought and the action of him cumming against julian, his nails digging weakly into the scant fat of julian's hips as he tried to keep himself grounded and mildly still.
julian spasmed against him, his hips jolting forward and a moan tearing from his throat as he came near instantly after fab began, and god did fab wish he could watch him. he let himself fantasize about what julian looked like, biting his lip and furrowing his brows at the idea of julian so blissed out, his mess of noises adding fuel to the flame of his fantasy. or something like that. fab's head was too clogged with pleasure to fully be able to think. fuck, did julian sound good.
it took a few moments for both of them to come down from their high. fab felt frozen in place as his sight returned, his breath caught in his throat as he raked his eyes over julian's body. he looked tense, but in a good way. hopefully.
"mmh....jules..." his own voice sounded far away, raw from the noises forced out of him.
julian weakly looked up at him, his eyes glazed over and a half smile on his face. he was panting in contrast to fab's stunned lack of breathing, his shoulders shuddering with every breath. his hand slid away from the back of fab's thigh, letting it drop forward and relax. fab sighed at the action. this was a lot more than most past hookups did for him.
he slowly moved his hips away from fab, and fab's head spun at the sight of a line of slick (and presumably cum) formed between them. he almost wanted to go again. but exhaustion started to settle into his bones, and he let himself go limp on the couch. the string broke, unfortunately, and julian crawled up his body to hover over him mere inches away.
julian grabbed at his face with both hands and pulled him into a messy kiss, biting at fab's bottom lip roughly and sucking on it lightly before shoving his tongue into fab's mouth. fab grinned and returned his forcefulness, planting one hand on the back of julian's head and drawing him as close as possible.
the kiss was half-assed, really, both of them too tired to put actual effort into it but still turned on enough to eat each other's faces. the usual motions for the two of them. begrudgingly, fab pulled away, moving his other hand to thumb at julian's bottom lip and admire how kissbitten it now was. he probably looked the same...hot.
julian dropped his forehead against fab's shoulder, panting softly. his breath was hot on fab's skin like before, making him shudder. he instinctively reached up to pet at julian's hair gently.
"this--this is not a one time thing, man, that was...that was....."
julian looked up and gave him a lazy grin. "was fuckin' fantastic, dude. who am i to stop us from doing some shit like that again?"
fab heaved out a sigh of relief from a breath he didn't know he was holding. he laced his fingers in julian's hair and held his hand there, content with julian laying on him for as long as he wanted. he didn't want to even entertain the thought of leaving for his own empty apartment without julian, watching him drive off to his own apartment with albert and hopefully not forget how it felt to cum against fab after grinding on him for what felt like hours.
he let julian shift away and eventually sit up, settled back in his lap all politely, with his hands on fab's stomach. he looked positively worn out, more than he looked after a usual show. maybe it was the sobriety. he didn't care.
"we should...uh, we should probably clean up, man," fab murmured, fighting back a yawn. julian glanced down at their pile of clothes for a few moments, then back at fab with a shrug.
"later. right now we gotta sleep. i'm not driving home like this." he reached down and fumbled for fab's shirt, grabbing it and tossing it at fab's face. "so i can lay on you. if...you're good with that." he briefly glanced at fab's chest, then back at him.
fab's heart swelled at the motion, and he haphazardly tugged it on before reaching and dragging julian back into his laying position. julian got settled quickly, making sure to shove his face right in the crook of fab's neck, getting a snicker from fab. he pet at julian's hair again, giving him a half-assed kiss on the head, which really was on his temple. exhaustion washed over his body as he settled down, and it wasn't long before he slipped into what he hoped would be a very restful sleep, the weight of julian snoozing on top of him being more soothing than any blanket could be.