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booshslashhavenTitle: A Bit Rubbish, 3/?
Summary: Vince can’t sleep
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: none
Spoilers: Howard gets woken up too
Length: about 1750 words
Disclaimer: I wish these characters were mine, but they’re not; I just borrowed them for profitless fun, and a lot of fun it was too
Notes: Vince demanded that I give him more than a background bit-part in this story; he didn’t see why the shamen should get all the action, especially when he’d organized such a genius party. And Howard agreed that he had a point…
A Bit Rubbish, 3/?
‘Howard?’ Vince whispers into the darkness.
‘Howard.’
‘Howard, Howard, Howard…’
Sod it. Vince gives up trying to be gentle about waking his sleeping partner, sits up, and clicks the bedside light on.
‘What the…?’ Howard reaches for him, trying to pull him back down into their warm cocoon of duvets.
‘I can’t get back to sleep.’
‘I was asleep,’ the big man complains.
‘I was too. But then I wasn’t. And I’m still not.’
Howard sighs resignedly. ‘Why not?’
‘Well, I had this really weird dream about havin’ ants inside my mirrorball suit an’ they were tryin’ to build a nest … an’ I woke up all itchy.’ Vince scratches and fidgets and peers at himself. ‘No wonder, look, I’ve got all glitter stuck in my bellybutton. Must’ve come off my costume.’ He reaches for a mascara brush and starts trying to extract the scratchy little bits. ‘Oi, stop laughing, tisn’t funny.’
Howard chuckles. ‘Sometimes you have to suffer to be beautiful, little man.’
‘An’ was I?’ Vince smiles to himself; he saw the expression on Howard’s face when he emerged in his skimpy angel outfit, complete with silver boots and glittery wings and halo.
‘You know you were. You are.’ Howard’s tiny eyes peer up adoringly at Vince over the edge of the duvet.
Vince smiles to himself again. Being Howard’s lover is genius. He still annoys Howard a lot, probably as much as he ever did, but these days Howard finds it very hard to stay annoyed for long. ‘I tried to go back to sleep an’ not wake you up,’ he says earnestly, ‘but I could hear ’em doin’ it next door an’… I felt a bit left out of the action, if you know what I mean.’
‘I have no idea at all what you mean. Hear whom, doing what?’
‘Naboo and Dennis, gettin’ it on.’
Howard’s face screws up in disgust. ‘Naboo and Dennis? No. No way. You’ve gone wrong, Vince. You must have imagined it.’
‘Did not.’ Vince is indignant. ‘I heard Dennis’s voice on the landing. An’ I know muffled sex noises when I hear them, Howard. Someone was makin’ sounds just like you do when I’m givin’ you a mind-blowing orgasm an’ you’re tryin’ to keep quiet.’
‘Vince.’ Howard rolls his eyes. ‘Just because you are having constant sex doesn’t mean everyone else has to be.’
‘I’m not having constant sex,’ Vince protests. ‘Otherwise, I’d be having sex right now, an’ I’m not. Although I could be…’ He bats his eyelashes provocatively.
‘It’s three in the morning.’ Howard is trying to pretend the eyelash-batting isn’t having an effect, but Vince knows it is, just from the way Howard’s eyes are crinkling at the corners.
‘So? Anytime is sexytime, an’ it’ll help you get back to sleep again.’ Vince trails the mascara brush up the middle of his chest; traces a tickly path around his nipples, and watches the blush spreading over Howard’s cheeks.
The door to the next room creaks; Dennis’s heavy tread goes down the hall to the bathroom.
Vince puts the brush back on the table. ‘An’ I don’t have glitter anywhere any more, although you might want to check…’
Howard is tempted, he can tell.
Vince leans over and whispers in his ear. ‘There were… a few places I couldn’t reach…’
Just as he hoped, the temptation proves irresistible. Howard pulls him down into a fierce embrace and starts kissing him as though it’s been years since they last snogged, not just a couple of hours. And when he lets go of Vince’s mouth, leaving his lips all puffy and tingling from the soft scratchiness of Howard’s moustache, Howard keeps on kissing him, everywhere, pretending to look in all sorts of crevices for traces of glitter.
Vince giggles and squirms as Howard works his way down under the duvet and kisses all round the base of Vince’s now rock-hard erection. ‘Nope, no glitter there,’ Howard mumbles, ‘but let’s see about down here, shall we…’ and that gorgeous almost-prickly sensation carries on round Vince’s balls, and behind them, and finally traces round the rim of his hole, by which time Vince has stopped giggling and is breathlessly pleading instead.
‘What, you think you’ve got glitter up there?’ Howard slides a wet finger inside, and feels around. ‘Well, if you have, I don’t want to know how it got there. No, sir.’
‘Haven’t – got glitter – ’ Vince pants, ‘want – want you in there, Howard.’
‘What, again?’ Another finger slides in beside the first, gently stretching him. ‘Aren’t you sore?’
‘Course not.’ A little achy, maybe, but Howard’s always so careful... ‘An’ I know you want to. You – you said you couldn’t get enough of me.’
‘I can’t.’ Howard has three fingers inside Vince now, and is smiling at him in a way that makes Vince’s insides melt. ‘It still amazes me that I can have any of you, after spending all those years thinking you wouldn’t be interested. And tonight – ’
‘Last night, now.’
‘I don’t care what night it is. Was. You just looked so… so sexy as an angel, and you’d gone to all that trouble, and it was all for me.’ Howard leans down for another kiss. ‘So if you want another Northern bumming, who am I to deny you? Even at half-past three in the morning.’
‘Awww, Howard.’ Vince kisses him back with enthusiasm. ‘I’m glad you liked my outfit. Took me ages to make it, with the wings and the glitter and all.’
‘I did like it. I liked it a lot. It made me want to… do things. But there were too many other people…’
Vince grins, recalling how Howard’s eyes had followed him around the room. ‘So you just ogled my pumpkin arse and thought about doing things. And when everyone had gone, you took me to bed and did quite a lot of them.’
‘Yes, but not this… or this…’
‘Howard, please…’ Vince arches his back as Howard’s fingers find his sweet spot.
‘All right, my impatient angel.’ Howard withdraws his hand, and reaches for the lube on the table. ‘One Northern bumming, coming right up.’
He’s really getting quite good at this, considering they’ve only been having proper sex for a few weeks. Vince had expected it to take years, after all that don’t-touch-me stuff that Howard had had going on, but once across the physical boundary (helped considerably by one of Naboo’s more potent baking experiments) the big man had proved as eager as Vince himself. Possibly more so, if that were possible, which at the moment it surely isn’t.
‘C’m’on Howard, you must be ready by now.’
‘Can’t rush these things.’ Howard puts the lid carefully back on the tube and puts it back on the table.
Vince pouts. ‘Can too.’
‘Oh, really?’ And Howard lifts Vince’s knees up and back in one swift movement, and slides his perfectly lubricated cock into Vince’s equally perfectly lubricated arse without even pausing to draw breath. ‘Oh yes, look, you were right.’
Howard’s not the only one who can’t get enough of this. The first time was good – if short – and every time since has given Vince exactly the same feeling of breathless amazement, except now it usually lasts for considerably longer and Howard doesn’t keep stopping every ten seconds to ask Vince whether he’s all right.
Vince settles into a nice steady pace, matching Howard thrust for thrust, stroking Howard’s chest and brushing a thumb over Howard’s hard nipples every now and then, because he knows Howard really likes that.
Howard leans down for another scorching kiss, and Vince wriggles a hand in between their sweaty bodies, so that he can touch himself.
‘I love you,’ Vince says, looking into Howard’s eyes, because he knows Howard really likes that, too, now that eye contact doesn’t make him uncomfortable any more.
‘I love you too, little man.’ Howard must be close to coming, to be talking about love; he still has trouble with that particular four-letter word even though Vince has been saying it lots lately, partly because Naboo told him it might help de-sensitise Howard to it but mostly because he means it.
Vince tilts his hips, to take Howard in just that bit deeper, and Howard’s cock finds Vince’s prostate and suddenly Vince is coming all over the place and he can feel that Howard is coming too, and it’s just the best feeling in the world.
‘Oh. Oh, Vince…’ Howard is flushed and tousled and gasping for breath but he’s still very careful as he disentangles himself from Vince and lies down beside him.
Vince strokes his hair and pulls the duvet up over his shoulders, then reaches for the tissues to clean them both up.
‘Thanks.’ Howard yawns luxuriously, and nuzzles into Vince’s neck. ‘That was absolutely –’
‘Shush a minute.’
‘Why?’
‘Listen.’
There are noises in the next room. Unmistakable noises of rhythmically creaking bedsprings and someone going ‘Oh.’
‘Still think it sounds like you,’ Vince giggles.
‘I’m sure’ – Howard yawns again – ‘there is a perfectly innocent explanation.’
‘Oh yeah? Let’s hear it, then… Howard?’
But the big man is already snoring quietly.
Vince lies wakeful for a while, wondering whether Dennis and Naboo are having a nice time and how that is even possible since Naboo doesn’t have bits, although Vince is sure Naboo isn’t a girl.
He hugs Howard a bit tighter and is glad both of them are blokes. He couldn’t imagine not having his bits and he can’t imagine Howard as a girl either, although he’d probably still fancy him if he was…
There is a sharp cry from the next room, then a murmur of voices, then silence.
Naboo and Dennis. Dennis and Naboo. Who would have thought it? Vince had been watching Naboo at the party – a bit concerned that their landlord didn’t seem to be entirely in party mood – and he’d have sworn he only had eyes for Saboo. Mind you, that red jumpsuit was complete genius and a very snug fit, and Naboo wasn’t the only one eyeing it up… and then Saboo went off with Dennis’s wife, very dangerous given the Head Shaman’s track record… maybe Naboo is only sleeping with Dennis to try to persuade him not to cut Saboo’s head off? How is that ever going to work? And what if anything will happen if or when Saboo comes back?
Vince yawns wearily and settles his head on Howard’s shoulder.
It’s been quite a Christmas. And it’s not over yet.
Summary: Vince can’t sleep
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: none
Spoilers: Howard gets woken up too
Length: about 1750 words
Disclaimer: I wish these characters were mine, but they’re not; I just borrowed them for profitless fun, and a lot of fun it was too
Notes: Vince demanded that I give him more than a background bit-part in this story; he didn’t see why the shamen should get all the action, especially when he’d organized such a genius party. And Howard agreed that he had a point…
A Bit Rubbish, 3/?
‘Howard?’ Vince whispers into the darkness.
‘Howard.’
‘Howard, Howard, Howard…’
Sod it. Vince gives up trying to be gentle about waking his sleeping partner, sits up, and clicks the bedside light on.
‘What the…?’ Howard reaches for him, trying to pull him back down into their warm cocoon of duvets.
‘I can’t get back to sleep.’
‘I was asleep,’ the big man complains.
‘I was too. But then I wasn’t. And I’m still not.’
Howard sighs resignedly. ‘Why not?’
‘Well, I had this really weird dream about havin’ ants inside my mirrorball suit an’ they were tryin’ to build a nest … an’ I woke up all itchy.’ Vince scratches and fidgets and peers at himself. ‘No wonder, look, I’ve got all glitter stuck in my bellybutton. Must’ve come off my costume.’ He reaches for a mascara brush and starts trying to extract the scratchy little bits. ‘Oi, stop laughing, tisn’t funny.’
Howard chuckles. ‘Sometimes you have to suffer to be beautiful, little man.’
‘An’ was I?’ Vince smiles to himself; he saw the expression on Howard’s face when he emerged in his skimpy angel outfit, complete with silver boots and glittery wings and halo.
‘You know you were. You are.’ Howard’s tiny eyes peer up adoringly at Vince over the edge of the duvet.
Vince smiles to himself again. Being Howard’s lover is genius. He still annoys Howard a lot, probably as much as he ever did, but these days Howard finds it very hard to stay annoyed for long. ‘I tried to go back to sleep an’ not wake you up,’ he says earnestly, ‘but I could hear ’em doin’ it next door an’… I felt a bit left out of the action, if you know what I mean.’
‘I have no idea at all what you mean. Hear whom, doing what?’
‘Naboo and Dennis, gettin’ it on.’
Howard’s face screws up in disgust. ‘Naboo and Dennis? No. No way. You’ve gone wrong, Vince. You must have imagined it.’
‘Did not.’ Vince is indignant. ‘I heard Dennis’s voice on the landing. An’ I know muffled sex noises when I hear them, Howard. Someone was makin’ sounds just like you do when I’m givin’ you a mind-blowing orgasm an’ you’re tryin’ to keep quiet.’
‘Vince.’ Howard rolls his eyes. ‘Just because you are having constant sex doesn’t mean everyone else has to be.’
‘I’m not having constant sex,’ Vince protests. ‘Otherwise, I’d be having sex right now, an’ I’m not. Although I could be…’ He bats his eyelashes provocatively.
‘It’s three in the morning.’ Howard is trying to pretend the eyelash-batting isn’t having an effect, but Vince knows it is, just from the way Howard’s eyes are crinkling at the corners.
‘So? Anytime is sexytime, an’ it’ll help you get back to sleep again.’ Vince trails the mascara brush up the middle of his chest; traces a tickly path around his nipples, and watches the blush spreading over Howard’s cheeks.
The door to the next room creaks; Dennis’s heavy tread goes down the hall to the bathroom.
Vince puts the brush back on the table. ‘An’ I don’t have glitter anywhere any more, although you might want to check…’
Howard is tempted, he can tell.
Vince leans over and whispers in his ear. ‘There were… a few places I couldn’t reach…’
Just as he hoped, the temptation proves irresistible. Howard pulls him down into a fierce embrace and starts kissing him as though it’s been years since they last snogged, not just a couple of hours. And when he lets go of Vince’s mouth, leaving his lips all puffy and tingling from the soft scratchiness of Howard’s moustache, Howard keeps on kissing him, everywhere, pretending to look in all sorts of crevices for traces of glitter.
Vince giggles and squirms as Howard works his way down under the duvet and kisses all round the base of Vince’s now rock-hard erection. ‘Nope, no glitter there,’ Howard mumbles, ‘but let’s see about down here, shall we…’ and that gorgeous almost-prickly sensation carries on round Vince’s balls, and behind them, and finally traces round the rim of his hole, by which time Vince has stopped giggling and is breathlessly pleading instead.
‘What, you think you’ve got glitter up there?’ Howard slides a wet finger inside, and feels around. ‘Well, if you have, I don’t want to know how it got there. No, sir.’
‘Haven’t – got glitter – ’ Vince pants, ‘want – want you in there, Howard.’
‘What, again?’ Another finger slides in beside the first, gently stretching him. ‘Aren’t you sore?’
‘Course not.’ A little achy, maybe, but Howard’s always so careful... ‘An’ I know you want to. You – you said you couldn’t get enough of me.’
‘I can’t.’ Howard has three fingers inside Vince now, and is smiling at him in a way that makes Vince’s insides melt. ‘It still amazes me that I can have any of you, after spending all those years thinking you wouldn’t be interested. And tonight – ’
‘Last night, now.’
‘I don’t care what night it is. Was. You just looked so… so sexy as an angel, and you’d gone to all that trouble, and it was all for me.’ Howard leans down for another kiss. ‘So if you want another Northern bumming, who am I to deny you? Even at half-past three in the morning.’
‘Awww, Howard.’ Vince kisses him back with enthusiasm. ‘I’m glad you liked my outfit. Took me ages to make it, with the wings and the glitter and all.’
‘I did like it. I liked it a lot. It made me want to… do things. But there were too many other people…’
Vince grins, recalling how Howard’s eyes had followed him around the room. ‘So you just ogled my pumpkin arse and thought about doing things. And when everyone had gone, you took me to bed and did quite a lot of them.’
‘Yes, but not this… or this…’
‘Howard, please…’ Vince arches his back as Howard’s fingers find his sweet spot.
‘All right, my impatient angel.’ Howard withdraws his hand, and reaches for the lube on the table. ‘One Northern bumming, coming right up.’
He’s really getting quite good at this, considering they’ve only been having proper sex for a few weeks. Vince had expected it to take years, after all that don’t-touch-me stuff that Howard had had going on, but once across the physical boundary (helped considerably by one of Naboo’s more potent baking experiments) the big man had proved as eager as Vince himself. Possibly more so, if that were possible, which at the moment it surely isn’t.
‘C’m’on Howard, you must be ready by now.’
‘Can’t rush these things.’ Howard puts the lid carefully back on the tube and puts it back on the table.
Vince pouts. ‘Can too.’
‘Oh, really?’ And Howard lifts Vince’s knees up and back in one swift movement, and slides his perfectly lubricated cock into Vince’s equally perfectly lubricated arse without even pausing to draw breath. ‘Oh yes, look, you were right.’
Howard’s not the only one who can’t get enough of this. The first time was good – if short – and every time since has given Vince exactly the same feeling of breathless amazement, except now it usually lasts for considerably longer and Howard doesn’t keep stopping every ten seconds to ask Vince whether he’s all right.
Vince settles into a nice steady pace, matching Howard thrust for thrust, stroking Howard’s chest and brushing a thumb over Howard’s hard nipples every now and then, because he knows Howard really likes that.
Howard leans down for another scorching kiss, and Vince wriggles a hand in between their sweaty bodies, so that he can touch himself.
‘I love you,’ Vince says, looking into Howard’s eyes, because he knows Howard really likes that, too, now that eye contact doesn’t make him uncomfortable any more.
‘I love you too, little man.’ Howard must be close to coming, to be talking about love; he still has trouble with that particular four-letter word even though Vince has been saying it lots lately, partly because Naboo told him it might help de-sensitise Howard to it but mostly because he means it.
Vince tilts his hips, to take Howard in just that bit deeper, and Howard’s cock finds Vince’s prostate and suddenly Vince is coming all over the place and he can feel that Howard is coming too, and it’s just the best feeling in the world.
‘Oh. Oh, Vince…’ Howard is flushed and tousled and gasping for breath but he’s still very careful as he disentangles himself from Vince and lies down beside him.
Vince strokes his hair and pulls the duvet up over his shoulders, then reaches for the tissues to clean them both up.
‘Thanks.’ Howard yawns luxuriously, and nuzzles into Vince’s neck. ‘That was absolutely –’
‘Shush a minute.’
‘Why?’
‘Listen.’
There are noises in the next room. Unmistakable noises of rhythmically creaking bedsprings and someone going ‘Oh.’
‘Still think it sounds like you,’ Vince giggles.
‘I’m sure’ – Howard yawns again – ‘there is a perfectly innocent explanation.’
‘Oh yeah? Let’s hear it, then… Howard?’
But the big man is already snoring quietly.
Vince lies wakeful for a while, wondering whether Dennis and Naboo are having a nice time and how that is even possible since Naboo doesn’t have bits, although Vince is sure Naboo isn’t a girl.
He hugs Howard a bit tighter and is glad both of them are blokes. He couldn’t imagine not having his bits and he can’t imagine Howard as a girl either, although he’d probably still fancy him if he was…
There is a sharp cry from the next room, then a murmur of voices, then silence.
Naboo and Dennis. Dennis and Naboo. Who would have thought it? Vince had been watching Naboo at the party – a bit concerned that their landlord didn’t seem to be entirely in party mood – and he’d have sworn he only had eyes for Saboo. Mind you, that red jumpsuit was complete genius and a very snug fit, and Naboo wasn’t the only one eyeing it up… and then Saboo went off with Dennis’s wife, very dangerous given the Head Shaman’s track record… maybe Naboo is only sleeping with Dennis to try to persuade him not to cut Saboo’s head off? How is that ever going to work? And what if anything will happen if or when Saboo comes back?
Vince yawns wearily and settles his head on Howard’s shoulder.
It’s been quite a Christmas. And it’s not over yet.
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Date: 2012-12-22 04:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-12-22 09:25 am (UTC)Howard knows fine well he's not going to find any more glitter, but he is a methodical man of action and believes in doing a thorough job. Any excuse to get more of Vince, and can we blame him?
We will be back on the other side of the wall for the next chapter...
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Date: 2012-12-22 08:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-12-22 09:27 am (UTC)Thanks for reading this far and I hope you enjoy the next chapter (or more likely chapters, the way this story is snowballing)...
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Date: 2012-12-22 12:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-12-22 02:15 pm (UTC)This fic is making my Christmas too, it's not going to be a particularly easy one this year so it's nice to have the Booshverse to escape to now and again!
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Date: 2012-12-29 04:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-12-29 10:21 am (UTC)