AN: So, this was a long journey. Was initially going to write a cute and fun lil story about a musical collaboration turning romantic from this anon request I had in my inbox, but then I saw this post from @shesselectricc about a musician going down on Noel while he’s talking to his wife on the phone and I was listening to "Call your girlfriend" by Robyn and suddenly the main characters in my story just wouldn’t be satisfied having an uncomplicated storyline. In fact it turned into a truckload of tension and cheating. But also emotion and genuine connection. So.. enjoy 😘
Pairing: 2022 Noel x younger musician fem! reader
Tags and warnings: (18+) Tension galore, cheating, fingering and oral
Thanks: To everyone reading, liking and reblogging ❤️
Noel and Scully were hiding at the back of the venue with their pints. Noel had escaped from home for a bit after having a row with his missus. They argued more often than not these days and he needed an outlet.
Scully was leaning against the bar, watching the crowd. "Place is packed," he muttered. "What’s the name of the band?"
"’Main act’. They’re not too bad," Noel said. He nodded towards the stage. "The support act is up first, though."
She stepped onstage with confidence, and picked up her guitar. The crowd cheered. She was average in stature, but he could sense that her personality was anything but insignificant. She had cute dimples that showed when she smiled at the front row. Noel was instantly drawn in.
"You know her?" Scully asked. "She knocked it out of the park with a looping thing a few years ago on Jools Holland. Like Ed Sheeran only way better. Radio played a single for a bit. Then she disappeared from the spotlight."
"Not ringing any bells," Scully said as she started. She made the base rhythm from banging her hand to the guitar and looping it with the pedal. She built it quickly with low taps from her boot and handclaps.
Then her voice came in to make the backing vocals, before she started singing the main vocals. Her voice was rough and husky. She had the audience in the palm of her hand from the start. "Fuckin’ hell, she’s great," Scully said not able to take his eyes off her.
Noel sat up and paid full attention. Her work was flawless. She was so precise. And he couldn’t let go of her bluesy voice. His mind flashed back to her performance on the Jools Holland show. He’d loved that. Not that he’d ever have admitted it back then. She was too young and he was too.. cool. His public persona would never hand out praise like that. So he kept it private. Also, what would his missus have said.
She played through her set. Every song was built from nothing into a fully formed piece. It sounded like she had a full band behind her. The crowd loved it, especially the little group of loyal fans up front. By the last song, even those who hadn’t known who she was were tapping their feet and nodding their heads.
You were in no rush to leave. The set had gone well and the regular fans were happy to see you, so you went to the bar to sit for a while. The country had just opened up fully after the pandemic and it felt so good to be out among people again.
You’d noticed Noel Gallagher earlier and he was still in his seat watching you while pretending not to. Everyone knew who he was. The Oasis split had been everywhere in 2009. He’d put out a few solo records since, but you hadn’t followed him closely.
A few years back you’d had a big break and a quick rise to a bit of national fame. It had fizzled out to a final decline in the beginning of the pandemic. When the bookings of gigs stopped, you were feeling jaded and in a bit of a personal slump and you’d found yourself digging out an old copy of '(What’s the Story) Morning Glory?'. It had come out before your time, but your brother had always played it in his room when you were a young teen, and it had rubbed off on you.
You didn’t know what you were looking for to be honest. Just something to take you back to the inner drive you’d had when you’d just started out. You missed that.
Hey Now had resonated with you on rediscovery. It was like Noel knew about the particular kind of emptiness you’d felt when your career had suddenly slowed to a halt. About being passed by and the world moving on without you. As a teenager you’d been too busy with the hits of the album to notice the beauty of this particular song.
Your favourite line in the song was ‘feel no shame, time’s no chain’. It was like a reminder to keep going. That you weren’t a failure. Life hadn’t stopped completely, just been put on hold. And you’d felt better hearing that someone had once felt the same. It made you feel less alone. Less silly for wanting more.
And now he was here. The man who wrote it. And he was just a bloke standing in a run down venue with his pint. The years had treated him well and weirdly he was more attractive to you now than he’d been when you first listened to Oasis in your teens. The salt and pepper grey hair and the strangely boyish energy had him looking youthful.
You were surprised that you weren’t more starstruck, but over the years you’d learned to separate the creator from the art. Even if a song meant something to you, the person who wrote it didn’t have to.
He came over and set his pint down. "That was alright," he said. "Better than most of the support acts I’ve sat through lately."
You looked up from your pint and smirked. "That sounds like high praise coming from you? Should I be flattered?"
"Just an observation. I’m Noel by the way," he said. "I know, but thanks for the reminder," you smirked. "The crowd was into it," he went on. "You had them from the first chord. Most people fuck up the loops and end up sounding like a crap Ed Sheeran." Your smile widened and you felt oddly proud that he, an older music legend, thought your stuff was ok. You didn’t want to fawn over him though. "I’m thinking you actually enjoyed my set.." you smirked. "Don’t fuckin’ push it," he warned, but the twitch in the wrinkles on the side of his eyes gave him away.
"I wanted to talk to you ‘cause I’ve got a demo," he said. "An old one. I’ve kept trying to make it work for years, but it never really did. Hearin’ you tonight made me think you might suit it."
You tilted your head. "That your pitch then?" "That’s it, yeah." You took a sip from your pint, and held his gaze. "Alright. I’ll think about it."
He got his phone out of his pocket and handed it to you. You stepped in closer to take it. He didn’t move. His scent and the way heat radiated off him caught you off guard. Where you’d been a bit stand-offish at first you noticed that you were physically pulled toward him like a magnet. He smelled so good you just wanted to come closer to inhale his scent fully. Of course you resisted the urge as you weren’t a weirdo, but it was really difficult to stay composed. Something about it felt like sitting down by a lit fire place after having been out in the cold for too long. What was this..
Your fingers brushed against each other as you took the phone. His hand was warm and the touch ignited a spark inside you. You could feel the way his eyes followed you as you put in your number, it was like he’d noticed too.
You handed the phone back, your fingers grazing his again. His hand lingered just a second too long as he took it. You looked at him. His gaze was fixed on you, his gorgeous light blue eyes making your breath hitch.
"There," you said. "Now you have it." He looked at the screen, then at you. "Yeah," he said. "I do.." He seemed lost in thought for a bit. You gave a small shrug, not wanting to seem too eager. "Text me. We’ll see." You paused. "Didn’t think I was here to audition tonight," you laughed.
"I might text you next week, but I’m not gonna to beg." He laughed quietly, as if he was afraid that he’d gone too far with his reply. You tilted your head, and smirked. You couldn’t resist. "Shame. Bet you’d be great at it." He grinned widely and lifted his eyebrows. "Are you flirtin' with me?" Coin flip. You deliberately let your gaze dip, lingering for just a second on his mouth, then back to his eyes. "I don’t know.. am I?"
He stared at you for a second as if he was trying figure out if you were actually flirting or having him on. “"Cheeky," he grinned. "You started it," you said, brushing past him and feeling the spark once more when your hand brushed his.
You grabbed your guitar case. "See ya, Gallagher." And then you walked out, not looking back. You knew he was still standing there with his phone burning a hole in his pocket.
Noel watched her leave. His body was humming with energy. He felt alive. But he also felt a strong tinge of guilt. Was this who he was now? Taking girls numbers and openly flirting while he was married? Granted things had been bad with his missus lately, but still. This needed to stop. Especially if he was to collaborate with her. He dragged his hand over his face.
She’d agreed to him contacting her for a session. But truth be told he already wanted more than that. He wanted her in his studio. He couldn’t wait to hear what she’d do to his song. And to him. He wanted to spend more time with her.
Scully didn’t look up from his pint. "That went well," he said dryly. "She looked absolutely thrilled by the opportunity to work with a 'true legend'." He did that annoying irony marking thing with his fingers. Noel shrugged. "She said she’d think about it." Scully laughed. "Yeah. Like the plague." Noel finally looked over. "You done?" Scully raised his glass. "Nah mate, just getting started."
You weren’t going to think about it. But he kept creeping into your brain. The way he’d looked at you. That stupid smirk. The casual way he’d worked the demo into the conversation, "you might suit it." So infuriatingly cocky.
But then there was that spark when you touched. And he was fit. The tension between the two of you had felt real. And you could tell that it wasn’t just you by the way his eyes had locked onto yours several times.
You knew he was married. You’d seen the ring and looked him up. Long term marriage. Kids. You told yourself it was just one studio session. But still something about this shifted your view on the prospect of that collaboration. You weren’t really sure you wanted to if this was the way he operated. Still, the thought of getting into that song had you too curious.
When he finally texted you just replied
One session. Text me the details
Then hit send before you could talk yourself out of it.
Noel had always liked women with sharp tongues and quick minds. The kind who didn’t back down when he pushed, who just pushed back harder. This girl had done that from the first sentence, and now she was in his head.
His missus was like that too, and he still loved how she challenged him, but there was often this tinge of meanness and malice in her voice lately that he really couldn’t stand. It was like what she said was fuelled by combat and not challenge. It hadn’t been fun for a while. He missed that. He missed warmth.
Maybe that was why he’d been so caught off guard by this girl. When she’d texted to confirm she was coming to the studio, he’d felt a rush of ridiculous giddiness in his chest that he hadn’t felt in a long time. He’d told himself that it was about finally getting the track finished, but he’d be lying if he said that that was the only reason.
Because he couldn’t stop thinking about her. She was confident and magnetic and she didn’t seem to know it. Also there was her body. She had this strength and energy about her that was oddly attractive to him.
And she had an amazing arse. He’d thought about grabbing it just to see if it felt as good in his hands as it looked when she walked away that night.
He sighed. It was so silly. He was married and too old for her. She would never put any action behind her flirting with him. He felt like whatever mojo he’d once had hadn’t been around for a long while. Best to just keep this professional.
He fell asleep on the sofa with the demo going through his head, still trying to work out how he was meant to get the best work out of her.
She found him in his dream. They were in the studio. She looked at him with a smirk, like she knew exactly what she was doing. She stepped in close and touched his wrist, slowly tracing up the inside of his arm. He held his breath and couldn’t move. Her palm settled on his chest. He felt the heat from her hand flooding straight to his gut.
She leaned in and her lips grazed his ear. "Still think I’d suit your song..?" She pushed him gently up against the nearest wall and slid her thigh between his and he felt the heat against his hard cock as his hands found her arse and pulled her in. It was round and firm. It was like she was made for his grip. He kneaded it slowly and felt her melt against him as she started to roll her hips against his thigh.
His hands slowly slipped under the hem of her shirt, finding the warm and soft skin by her spine. She arched into him with a quiet and strained sound that went straight through him. Her mouth found his neck and his breath caught hard when she sucked just enough to sting.
"I wanna to hear you beg," she whispered in his ear.
He woke gasping. His cock strained painfully against his zipper. His skin felt hot where she’d touched him in the dream. He let his hand drift without thinking. He was filled with need. He gripped his cock through his jeans and squeezed, sighing in relief. But then he felt guilty and he stopped. His fingers flexed, then moved to his thigh gripping tight on it. This wasn’t right.
He hadn’t even touched her. And already he was here hard from the idea of it.
It felt so unprofessional. A bit pervy, if he was being honest. If he did this it wouldn’t just be about the song anymore. It would be something more than it should. He was getting ahead of himself. Reading into everything. She’d probably forgotten about it.
Noel was already in the studio, sitting on a stool with a guitar in his lap. Anything to keep himself busy. Scully kept gazing at the door.
When she came in, she looked great. Noel got an instant flashback to his dream. Her thigh sliding between his, his hands gripping her delicious arse. Unwanted heat curled low in his gut before he could stop it.
He looked away and cleared his throat. "Stay.. Fuckin’.. Cool.." he thought to himself.
"Alright.." Noel said flatly. You raised an eyebrow. "That’s a warm welcome..". He didn’t answer. Just bent over his guitar again, jaw clenching tight. He’d gone from interest after the gig to complete shut down now. What the fuck was going on..
You set your case down. "We agreed on one session?" Noel didn’t look up right away. "We’ll see." You crossed your arms. "We won’t.. I’ve got my own stuff to take care of." He strummed a chord. "I just need your voice and guitar playing."
Before you could answer, the man in the corner finally looked up from his phone and grinned. "Noel, mate. You trying to charm her or get her to join the army?"
You looked over and recognised him from the gig. He looked friendly enough. "You must be..?", you asked looking him over a second time. "Scully at your service. Official top ticket tout in Britain. Also here to supervise this little collaboration."
He nodded toward Noel. "He means well. He just forgets how to speak like a normal person around people he rates."
"Shut it," Noel muttered, not looking up. "See?" Scully smirked. "Shakespeare level vocabulary over there.." You laughed. "Anyway.." he stood up and stretched. "You two go save Noel’s demo, I’ll be over here if you need counselling." Noel groaned into his guitar. He left you and Noel in the studio.
Noel clicked a file open on the screen. The song started rough. Tinny studio take and a half-mumbled melody.
You leaned back, ready to dismiss it. But then the chord progression came into play and it hit your heart just right. So beautiful.
You could hear a nerve of some kind. A sore rawness. This song obviously meant something to him.
He didn’t look at you while it played. Just watched the screen, as if he could pretend that it was just a run in the mill demo.
When it ended, he leaned forward and clicked the track off. "It’s very unfinished," he said. "Second verse doesn’t work. There’s no middle eight or lift to it. It lacks structure." You didn’t respond right away. The chords still felt like they were flowing through you. A few of the lyrics looped in your head. You had to be careful with this one.
"How long has the structure been sitting in there?" He shrugged. "15 years. Maybe more." You shook your head. "That’s ages.."
"I tried so many times. But it never fit. It kept going wrong every time I touched it."
"You wrote it for someone?" you asked, before you could stop yourself. He didn’t look at you. "Wrote it for myself." He looked like he wanted to stop talking about it when he stood, grabbing a mug from the desk. "Anyway. Not sure it’s anything. But I thought maybe your voice suit it. Unlock something."
Scully shifted on the sofa. "Gonna give you two a bit of space," he said standing up and going out the door.
After he left it was quiet again. You crouched to unpack your pedal. "Let’s see if we can get your song to stop sulking." You set it down, plugged in and stomped the switch. You copied his chords quickly, added rhythm, layered harmonies. The demo had space and you slipped into it without overthinking. A soft melody rose from you. Just instinct. You were suddenly lost in it, eyes closed.
It hit him how completely she surrendered to the moment like nothing else existed. He looked at her and heard her playing and before he could stop it his mind drifted uninvited to the way she was in his dream. The way she’d whispered "I wanna hear you beg.." The way it had lit him up like the lights on a Christmas tree. His mind began to wander.
Her breath was warm against his neck. "Please," he murmured in a low voice. She leaned in closer. "Please what?" she whispered. His fingers clenched uselessly at her waist. His brain had gone to mush. Couldn’t form any thoughts. He just reacted to her demand. "Please just.. touch me," he breathed, his voice strained and rough.
She didn’t answer. Just let the silence stretch. Then her hand drifted down and cupped him lightly through his jeans. His body tensed by her touch.
"Noel?" he heard from far away. He blinked hard. She was still across the room playing guitar lines and unaware of how far he’d just drifted. Or did she know? His pulse hammered and he could feel the heat pooling low in his gut. He had the urge to stand up and kiss her or say something bold just to see if she’d react. Just to test if the tension he felt was real.
But he didn’t move. He just reached for the acoustic guitar beside him, and pulled it onto his lap to hide the obvious strain behind his jeans. It helped him keep the last thread of professionalism. And suddenly the guilt crept in too. He focused on tuning the guitar and pushed it back. Way back.
"Not bad.. Think we’ve got something there," he said, his voice was rougher than it should’ve been. Your head snapped up. "That’s it? Not bad?"
"Best it’s sounded since it got stuck in my head," he responded calmly.
You could suddenly see that his eyes were darker. They didn’t leave yours. He looked focused. You tried to brush it off and rolled your eyes. "Yeah, ok." He set his acoustic down and walked over, stopping in front of you. He was close enough that you could feel the heat off him again. His scent curled into your nose and you were instantly drawn in.
He looked at you and you could feel the energy between you tighten. "Give us that.." he said in a low voice, holding his hand out reaching for your guitar. You held his gaze, slipped the strap off your shoulder and handed it over. His fingers brushed yours as he grabbed it. Spark. You shivered.
He adjusted the strap and played. He built from what you’d added, but changed it to something lighter, with a melody that tugged at your heart. You looked at him and he seemed so lost in the music and concentrating on the guitar that your chest tightened.
Noel was channeling something. It was like the music just flowed through his being and out through his fingers. Her presence and playing had knocked something loose in him that he couldn’t shake. It was like that spark again only different. He didn’t know how to explain it.
"Did that come to you just now?" you asked after he was finished. He kept his eyes on the fretboard, all shy like he hadn’t just pulled something extraordinary out of thin air right in front of you. "I heard what you did and added to it."
You looked at him. Something had sparked but it felt a bit.. intense. Too much too soon perhaps. You panicked. "Right," you said quickly. "I should go."
You grabbed your bag and the guitar case, fingers fumbling as you tried to play it cool. Your skin was entirely too warm, and his perfume still clung in your nose. When he looked at you it felt like he already knew that he’d gotten under your skin.
"Send me the files," you said on your way out the door. "I’ll work on them at home." The door clicked shut behind you. When you were outside by the parking lot you stopped. It hit you. You’d just made a fool of yourself in front of Noel Gallagher. Fuck fuck fuck. He’d never let you back in there after this disaster.
Scully came back into the studio with two fresh mugs, pausing mid-step when he saw Noel standing there alone.
"She gone?", he asked amusedly. Noel just nodded. Scully set the mugs down, and gave him a look. "The fuck did you do?" Noel didn’t answer. Just turned back to the guitar still hanging from his shoulder.
Scully squinted at him suspiciously. "Mate. Please tell me you didn’t make it weird." Noel kept his eyes on the guitar and said in a low voice "Dunno. She made it weird first." Scully chuckled. "Right. And I’m the Pope." Noel didn’t respond. But he knew Scully was right. He had made it weird. Damnit.
He shared the stems with you in a bare minimum of an email. You told yourself you’d just clean up a few things, but once you opened the files you couldn’t stop. You spent hours adding layers and tweaking your additions. You wanted to come off as good so he could use the parts that you had worked on. To redeem yourself in some way. By midnight you fell asleep on the couch with the track still playing low through your headphones.
The studio was empty. You were unpacking your things when you could suddenly feel someone in the room. You turned, and he walked over to you. He stepped in really close. His hand landed on your waist. The other hand slid down under the hem of your skirt, his warm palm and fingers gliding up the inside of your thigh. "What are you.." you started. He interrupted you mid-sentence. "Shhh.. just let me.."
He reached your mound and cupped you while leaning in and breathing into your ear "Been thinkin’ ‘bout you.."
Your breath hitched as you closed your eyes and let out a soft and aching moan. He shifted your underwear to the side and let his fingers glide through your wet folds. Your knees buckled as he grazed your sensitive clit. He went back down to your entrance to gather more slick and let his fingers start to gently rub your clit. His forehead met yours and you could both feel and hear his strained breathing. He felt it. You felt the pleasure starting to build.
You grabbed his shirt, hips rocking into his fingers. He groaned low against your lips as he pressed closer while his thigh nudged yours wider part so he could rub in a firmer and faster rhythm. He pulled back to look at you. His eyes were blown wide and his breathing ragged. "I want you.." he rasped.
The words jolted you awake. You sat upright on the sofa clenching your thighs together to relieve some of the tension, you could feel that you were wet and throbbing for him. Fuck. How had this happened. You’d told yourself you didn’t need this sort of drama in your life right now, but somehow your body had other plans. That session had sparked something you definitely hadn’t expected.
So you waited a few days. Said to yourself that you just needed to have a break. Let it sit for a while. Give it some distance. But you couldn’t keep away from the track. It was so addictive. Adding to what you made together in the studio that day.. you thought about it all the time. But it was no use denying that what you added at home and what came to you in his studio were two entirely different qualities. It was like you needed to be with him there to make something good. Damn.
On the third night, you couldn’t wait any longer. It was too clear that you needed another session with him. You reached for your phone without thinking.
Still working on the track. Meet?
You hit send before you could change your mind. His reply came two minutes later:
You sent a thumbs up react.
Noel kept replaying the session in his head. Where had it gone wrong. Why couldn’t he just stay normal and professional with her. It annoyed him. He was genuinely surprised when her text came. She wanted another session. He was gonna see her again. And just then it actually hit him: He was gonna see her again. Fuck. He needed to prepare. Make a plan for how to get his shit together before the session.
She had shared a few takes for him to see what she was working on. He was deeply concentrated on it when his missus came into the room. "What are you working on?" she asked. She stayed still for a bit. He knew that silence now. It meant that this could go either way no matter what he said or did. He still hadn’t figured out what triggered which direction. "Just a song.." he replied, trying to keep neutral. He really didn’t want for this to turn into an argument.
"A song.." she said quietly to herself. "And what’s this.. song.. about then..?" she asked softly. He was immediately weary of where this was going. "Just this other songwriter helping me to have another look at an old demo of mine." he tried. He felt like he was weighing his every word. He was usually good at reading a room, but this was torturous.
"Do I know him? The songwriter?" Fuck. He immediately knew that she knew. Scully could never keep his fucking gob shut. "No," he said trying to escape it. "I’d love to meet him if there’s an opportunity." She was dangling it in front of him now, like a cat playing with a mouse before pouncing. She was clever and he usually liked that about her, but now that cleverness was all aimed at him like a paw full of sharp claws, and he really hated it.
"I should tag along to the studio soon," she suggested all smugly. "You know how much I love being there." The same studio she’d set foot in once after it was finished during the pandemic and mockingly called ‘his little man cave’ to all her friends. She’d never really asked about his songs. She just wasn’t interested. He couldn’t remember the last time she’d asked him to play her something. Couldn’t remember the last time he’d wanted to either.
"I’ll keep that in mind.." he said quietly. "You do that.." she replied and left the room. He put his headphones back on, but couldn’t concentrate on the song anymore.
Noel was waiting for her in the studio. He couldn’t stop spiralling. It was good to get away from home for a bit, but he felt bad. Like he couldn’t relax about seeing her. He tried telling himself that he’d just focus on the song. That he wouldn’t go to that place again. The place where she looked at him like he was the only one that mattered to her. Like she really wanted him. The place where she was standing close and leaning in and kissing his neck and sucking just enough to make a mark. The place where his cock twitched with anticipation in his pants. The place where he got to bend her over and.. He had to force himself to stop. She would be there any second and he was half hard. He rearranged himself to be less conspicuous and occupied himself with some tidying while he waited.
Eventually she rang the buzzer. She came in and dropped her bag by the amp. “No chaperone today?” she jokingly smirked as she removed her scarf. “Gave him the day off,” Noel laughed quietly. "That’s generous of you.. Bet he was devastated," she grinned as she unpacked her pedalboard. "Oh, he was heartbroken.."
Noel couldn’t take his eyes off her. She was even more stunning than he remembered. Her cheeks were all rosy from the cold and her happy mood added a warm glow to her and a glimmer in her beautiful eyes that instantly had him drawn in.
"So.. Did you get the takes?" you asked. "Yeah I did," he answered still looking at you with an unreadable expression. "And?" You really wanted to know what he thought. "They’re good, but they’re missin’ something.." he said quietly.
"Exactly what I thought too. There’s something about working on it together in the same room that helps my creativity," you said shyly. "Probably sounds a bit silly.." You were suddenly very self-conscious.
"No," he said quickly. "I know exactly what you mean." You were caught off guard by the sudden intensity of his gaze. "So, should we.." you started. "Right.." he came back to the present after having seemed far away for a second.
This was so odd. It was like he was.. careful. You’d read about him and his wife but you had the impression that they seemed quite solid so you didn’t really understand why he was like this. Then again it wasn’t really any of your business, so you thought you’d just push on with the track to be safe.
"I worked on the bridge," you said, keeping your voice even and trying not to give away any of your insecurity about the situation. "Added another harmony line. Thought it might bring the chorus forward a bit."
He didn’t respond right away, so you looked up. His eyes were on you. You forced yourself to hold the stare, not to be the one to look away first. "Let’s see what happens," you said quietly and looked away. It was so hard to get a read on him, so you plugged in and kept going.
But then he suddenly came up behind you adjusting a mic stand for a second, and you felt the heat of him to your back. He was entirely too close. The room suddenly faded away and you were hyper-aware of his closeness. You caught yourself closing your eyes. For one silly and completely indulgent moment you let the full effect of his closeness wash over you. Your whole body felt like it was humming. It was overwhelming. Then he stepped away and you snapped back into reality. "Get a fucking grip," you thought to yourself.
You started to play. The loop fell into place, and then he joined in. The first few lines felt awkward. But then something slotted into place with the rhythm syncing, your voice blending with the sound of his guitar. The air changed.
It became easy. Alive. Like there was no gap between you. Just the song. You weren’t thinking, just going with it. Vibing. And when you hit that first high harmony he came in under you with a chord change he hadn’t played before. You felt everything click into place. The song was finally breathing. The two of you completely in sync. It was magic.
And when it ended, the silence after was full and still and perfect. You looked at each other. Then his eyes darted to the monitor.
But the light wasn’t on. "Tell me we got that.." you said. He checked. "Fuck!!" He looked at you like he’d just been punched. "Didn’t hit record." You stared at him. "You’re fucking kidding me.." He shook his head. "I didn’t, I thought you were closer.." he looked a bit desperate. "I was fucking singing." You raised your voice slightly and stood. "You know what," you said, stepping back. "Forget it."
"I can’t," he said. And you froze. Because that wasn’t about the track. You both knew it. His eyes were locked on yours. You couldn’t breathe.
"I should go," you said. Still your feet stayed planted on the floor. The air between you felt charged like it was going to snap.
Noel didn’t move either. He stood there, his eyes were on you. You crossed your arms. "So now what?" He took a step closer. "We try again." Your voice came out quieter than you wanted. "You think we’ll get that again?"
His eyes dropped to your mouth, just for a second. Then he looked away. "Dunno. Maybe. But you can’t keep looking at me like that," he said almost inaudibly. You blinked. What did he just say..? Did he just..
And it all clicked into place. The careful distance. The flustered act he’d put up throughout your sessions. The almost shy pushing you away. Until he didn’t.
So you decided to be bold. He’d never make the move, and now you were too intrigued not to. The truth was that you liked him. And he obviously liked you too. He was married, yes, but if he was so happily married then why was he like this here with you.. He’d had every opportunity to say no, to cut the collaboration, but he didn’t. You watched him clench his jaw and trying his hardest not to break anything. This wasn’t a happy man behaving badly. This was something else.
"I’m not supposed to look at you like what.. exactly?" she asked softly. The room suddenly felt hotter. He turned to his guitar, his fingers toying with the strap. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. He needed to stop this. His hands were shaking. He felt frozen to the spot. He could hear her move closer.
She was right behind him now. He could feel the warmth of her at his back. He didn’t turn. He just stood there, his eyes drifting shut and his jaw tight. He said to himself that he just needed a second to get it together. Just one. "I don’t do this.. I don’t..." he said quietly.
He’d had a whole speech prepared on the drive over. He’d talked himself into it to the point that he’d almost believed it. That he loved his missus and that everything was just professional with this girl. Just about the song.
And then she’d walked in and set her bag down and smiled at him with her beautiful eyes and rosy kissable lips and said something clever and funny and made his heart flutter for the first time in days and the speech had quietly gone away.
Her fingers brushed his hip. His hands stayed on his guitar. As long as they were occupied he hadn’t crossed that line. Because he loved his missus. It was always only her. She was his angel. The only one he’d ever need.
He should have said it. The word was right there. 'Stop'. One word and this whole thing would go back to being a professional arrangement and he would go home to his loving wife and got on with his life and nobody would get hurt.
She stepped closer, her warm chest to his back now. One hand resting at his waist, the other trailing up his arm as if not wanting to startle him. "If I’m the only one feeling this.. please tell me to stop," she murmured. He wanted to say that she wasn’t. That he felt it too. He felt it deep in his bones.
But he didn’t speak. Couldn’t. He just leant back to her. She wrapped her arms around him and held him. The contact felt so good. She was warm and safe. She wanted him. He exhaled. And before he could stop himself, it slipped out of him "I had a dream about this.." his voice came out a lot more strained than he’d like, but it was too late. He’d fucked up. But it felt so good he couldn’t stop.
"A dream about what..?" you murmured. "You were facing me. Right here in this room." You turned him gently in your arms until you were face to face. He looked away. It seemed like this openness had cost him too much. Facing you was too much.
"It’s ok, tell me about it.." you tried. He let out a strangled laugh, but somewhere behind it there was a decision being made. "Your hand was under my shirt.. your nails dragging down my chest.." he said in a low voice. He was still looking down, but his voice was a bit steadier.
You let your hand sink to the hem of his T-shirt and put your hand underneath it. He moved a bit, like he was ticklish as you dragged your hand over his midriff. His belly was deliciously soft and round and the trail of soft hair at the lower part of it had you shivering a bit. It was too inviting, You had a thing for soft and solid dad bods. The kind of bodies that were strong and sturdy, yet secretly begged to be touched and squeezed and held.
He closed his eyes and drew in a strained breath as you slid your hand higher and raked your nails over his chest. As your finger grazed his nipple, he flinched trying desperately to keep in control of his reaction. "Is this ok?" you teased as you put a bit more pressure on the touch, almost like a little pinch.
He let out a breath that sounded like he was very rapidly losing any control he had convinced himself that he had. His head dropped back slightly, chin tipping up, exposing the line of his throat. His prominent Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. His hand found yours through the fabric of his shirt. "Yeah," he managed. "That’s .. yeah."
"Tell me more about your dream.. we were here, and.." you murmured. "You looked at me," he continued, his voice was barely there, "and said.." He paused, his hand pressing yours harder against his chest. "said 'I wanna to hear you beg.'" The words moved in the tight space between you. The heat was radiating off him now. It was visibly hard for him to stay collected. So you decided to give him a little nudge. To push him a bit more.
"You know.. I had a little dream of my own.." You felt him still. "Yeah?" His voice had reduced to almost nothing. "Mmhmm.." You let your nails drag slowly down his chest until you felt him shiver. "In my dream you were just as direct as I was in yours.. Maybe more so.."
"What did I do..?" he whispered. He was barely holding on now. You took his hand and guided it under the hem of your skirt. "This.." you breathed. He stilled. He didn’t resist, but this was obviously the line. "It’s ok.." you whispered. "I want you to.."
His hand moved like it had in your dream, trailing up along the inside of your thigh. He leant forward and landed his forehead on yours. He reached your mound and spread his fingers out and cupped you. He flexed them a bit and your breath hitched from the heat and pressure. You could feel something changing in him.
She felt so good beneath his fingers that he felt like he was about to explode just from touching her. So warm and soft. He pushed one finger in between her folds and all doubt fell out of his mind. There was only this. Her wanting him and this so much that she was all wet for him. He could feel it through her knickers. The fabric was completely soaked with her slick. "Fuck.." he whispered as he started moving his fingers, rubbing through her folds. He heard her breathe more heavily now and he pulled her closer with his other hand. He wanted to be as close to her as possible.
He looked into her eyes and leaned in and kissed her softly. The kiss quickly turned passionate as he gently coaxed her lips apart with his tongue and slid it between them to meet hers. She tasted so good. He moaned into the kiss and moved his free hand down to her arse and pulled her in closer. He felt her starting to move her hips against his hand.
You felt your composure start to slide in a way you hadn’t prepared for. You’d been the one behind the wheel on this one. You’d been in control of every step. And then he touched you and everything changed. And something changed in him too. He let go of the kiss and leant back, found your jaw with his free hand and turned your face toward his. He looked at you for a long moment as he slowly pushed your knickers to the side with his fingers.
"In my dream.." he said quietly while dragging his fingers through your folds gathering the slick that had pooled at your entrance, "..you said you wanted to hear me beg.." his voice was still ragged.
"I remember," you breathed, concentrating on not moaning out loud as he pressed his finger firmly to your clit. The sensation had heat pooling quickly in your gut.
"I think that goes both ways.. Don’t you?" he murmured breathlessly.
He went back to your entrance and slowly eased two fingers into your heat. He tilted his hand going deeper and placed his thumb on your clit. Your eyes fluttered shut and you moaned out loud at the stretch. Then he stilled his hand.
He leaned in slowly until his lips were at your ear, his breathing uneven and his chest rising and falling hard against yours. It seemed like he was finding it more difficult than expected to stay in control of the situation. He leaned in and whispered in your ear. "Answer me.." he whispered.
He pulled back and said in a low voice "You’ve been testin’ me all this time.. Now who’s shakin’.. You want me to continue? Want me to move my fingers? Make you come? All you have to do is ask.." he said, breathing heavily. "..darling.." he added in a more controlled voice, like he’d been saving it just for this.
"I thought the begging bit was your department.." you countered breathlessly. You moved your hand down to the front of his jeans to feel him. There was a hard bulge there. You squeezed him firmly and he moaned while closing his eyes, jutting his hips forwards to chase the friction. He caught himself and pulled back.
"Oh no you don’t.." he removed your hand and put his fingers back into your heat. "Would you just stop trying to be in charge and let me do my thing.." he seemed almost frustrated. "Ok.. Chief.." He exhaled hard.
"Did you just fuckin'.." He doubled down and started fucking his fingers into you and curling just right. Along with the pressure on your clit he had you a moaning mess in no time. "Noel.. fuck.. I’m so close.." you breathed in his ear.
"Good.. I want you to come.." he whispered. He kept going and whatever composure he had left was coming apart just as fast as yours was. His breathing was ragged and uneven against your neck, his chest heaving against yours and the hand at your waist gripping tighter than he probably realised.
He murmured in your ear "Go on.." You wrapped your arms around his neck and moved your hips faster against his hand. He kept reaching his fingers harder and deeper into you until you collapsed against him in a loud moan. He worked you through it, leaving little kisses on your head. As you came down you could feel his heart pounding just as hard as yours was.
You didn’t really say anything for a while. It was all a bit overwhelming. Your knees were still wobbly and you couldn’t really stand or walk. You let out a quiet laugh and sagged into him. "That escalated a bit fast.. Didn’t expect ending up like this.."
He smiled shyly and led you over to the sofa and you both sat down. "Me either.. I still can’t believe that just happened.. I dont usually provide that kind of service in my studio sessions.. Just in case that needed clarifying.." he said quietly. He looked almost sheepish and didn’t really know where to look or where to place his hands.
"Look, I’m not really after anything here, Noel. I like you and I’ve had a great time working on your track. I get that you’re undecided about a lot of things and I don’t wanna add any stress to that." He looked at you almost like you’d just fallen from the moon.
"I’m.. I.. thank you.. And likewise. I don’t really know what to say to that.." It was like he hadn’t expected that kind of honesty. But he looked weirdly relieved. Which made you think about what he may have been bracing for.
His phone buzzed gently on the table. He leaned forward to have a look and you could see him deflate. It wasn’t big or dramatic but you could definitely see him being flattened.
"Sorry, I have to take this.." he said. "Sure, go ahead.." you smiled.
He answered. "Hi.. yeah, still at the studio.." His voice had changed to something you didn’t recognise. Something that made him somehow smaller. Like he’d learned not to engage too much.
You listened to the half of the conversation you could hear. It was something domestic. His answers were short and gave nothing away. "Yeah." You looked at him.
He was still there, composed from the outside. But you’d spent two sessions watching him try to hide things and fail.
You wanted his attention back in this room, away from whatever that voice on the phone was doing to tension in his shoulders.
You stood up, nudged his knees apart and knelt in front of him. He looked dumbstruck and shook his head while mouthing "What are you doing.. not now.." You motioned for him to relax. You lifted his shirt and let your fingers glide over the soft skin of his belly. You ignored his hand coming down to push you away. It only spurred you on and you let the other hand join, two hands now stroking and caressing his belly. Despite obviously being annoyed, he eventually let you.
You let your hands glide up to his chest and to his nipples. "No, I know." His breath hitched and he struggled to keep his voice level as you teased and pinched them a bit with your fingers. He closed his eyes as you leaned in and nuzzled the soft hair of his belly. You let your hands glide to his sides, nudging him up towards you. He arched his back and shifted closer as you palmed the growing bulge in his jeans. You looked at him and bit your lip. You could feel him thicken and you felt want rise in your body.
You heard the voice on the phone chatter away, but he was focused on you. "I’ll sort it," he assured. You could hear that his voice was shaking with anticipation. You opened his jeans and pushed them down just enough to palm his hardening cock through his boxers. His jaw tensed as you stroked over the tip with your finger.
"I’ll ask Kat to send a driver.." he grabbed your hand and pressed it down on his cock while he jutted his hips up towards to chase the pleasure. His eyes rolled back and fluttered closed. You leaned in and left sloppy kisses down the trail of hair that led to his waistband while pushing his underwear down just enough to free his aching cock.
Noel forced his eyes shut. Watching her leaning in to take his painfully hard cock into her mouth wasn’t at all compatible with forming sentences. He used all his strength not to moan out loud when he felt her warm mouth closing over him. He could barely register what his wife’s voice at the other end was saying, only that it was about some school function for one of the boys. He opened his eyes and looked at her hollowing her cheeks while looking up at him and he was gone. No thoughts what so ever left in his brain. Only the sensation of her warm mouth working him because she actually wanted to. And she was fucking great at it.
He grabbed the edge of the sofa with his free hand, his knuckles going white with pressure. It was so good. "Noel?" she insisted. "Yeah I’m here.. go on.." He came back to reality as he forced himself to listen to more questions about trivial things even though he just wanted to end the conversation so he could concentrate fully on what was happening. Another question. He closed his eyes briefly, trying to steady himself.
"That’s.. yeah.. that works." Your tongue did something amazing and he exhaled hard through his nose, gripping the sofa tighter. "Sorry. Bad signal." More words came from the other end. She of course had no idea about what was going on and she just expected him to be present.
He looked down at her with a weird sense of gratitude. How the fuck was this possible. This gorgeous girl giving him this amazing gift. Now if he could just enjoy it properly.
"I’ll be home in a little while," he managed to say without moaning. "Yeah.. bye.." He flung his phone across the sofa and threaded his fingers through your hair with both hands. "You’re fuckin’ insane.." he groaned. You pulled back and smirked at him "..And the Oscar goes to.." before licking his cock from base to tip and taking him back in to your mouth. He moaned loudly.
You reached up and pinched his nipple while swirling your tongue around the tip. He started moving his hips up and you let him fuck your mouth. "Fffuuuck.." he was barely holding on. You could sense that he was close so you started sucking with more pressure until he reached his climax. The sight undid you. He’d been wound so tight, and here he was just letting go. His whole body releasing something that went beyond the physical. You worked him through every last wave of it.
When it was over he stayed where he was for a long moment. His head leaned back, his eyes closed, just breathing. You rested your cheek against his thigh quietly.
"Come here.." he reached for you. You climbed up beside him and he wrapped his arms around you. You let your fingers play with his chest hair. He stilled and you could feel him exhale beneath your cheek.
You thought about how crazy this was and how it had all happened within such a short time. The connection between you had caught you by complete surprise. But in a good way. And you knew that he felt the same.
Your thoughts were interrupted by his phone buzzing. He looked at it and you could feel him tensing.
You got up and reached for your jacket. He grabbed your hand "You don’t have to leave.." You could see him holding on to whatever dream he had about this. "It’s ok," you said. And you meant what you said. Because it was.. Ok.
As you gathered your things you could see him sitting up and leaning forwards with his elbows on his knees. "I don’t really know what this was.." he started. "Yes, you do.." you said.
He looked at you and you could see him realising and trying to shape his thoughts into words. "I’m not in a good place.. with everything.. I can’t promise you.." he said quietly. You turned to him and said gently "I’m not asking you to, Noel. As I said earlier.. I don’t expect anything from you."
He looked genuinely sad for a bit. "You know I really thought that we.." he started but you cut him off quietly "That wouldn’t really be fair to anyone would it.." you said as looked at him. "No I guess not.." he sighed.
"But I guess now you know. You’re not ok with the way things are. And you need to figure it out for it to be better.." You felt you were going out on a limb being so honest about how you saw him and you weren’t sure about receptive he was of your input, but on some level he seemed to take it in.
"Go home, Chief.." you said softly. He came over to you and embraced you. You stood there for a while just holding each other. You let his perfume sneak into your nose and you inhaled deeply before letting him go.
"Send me the track when it’s done, yeah?" you said before going out the door. "Yeah. And.. thank you for the session.." he said looking at you go.
Noel was left by himself and he just stood there not really knowing what to do next.
He let the weight of everything wash over him as he thought about the words that were about to form in his head. "I’m not happy." He’d felt it for so long but it suddenly felt so real. And he had the words now. Thanks to her.
He grabbed his keys, turned the studio light off and closed the door behind him.
