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booshslashhavenSo, while we continue to wait for me to finish Eyeliner and Cigarettes, I'll leave this here. Originally posted exclusively to my journal for my f-list. A collection of snapshots capturing the progression of a relationship. Each snapshot was based on a single word prompt from ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
liljfrostbite--the prompts have long since been lost to time. Sorry 'bout that. But you don't need to know what they were to enjoy reading.
Rating: R (NC17 if you squint, maybe?)
Warnings: Swearing, a touch of angst. Someone gets slapped. Y'know. My usual.
Pairing: Howince
01.
They never meant for it to happen. This, of course, is the kind of thing you just don't plan. It had started with an argument like so many of their days had since Howard returned from his 'apprenticeship' with Jurgan. Vince would bring up the fact that Howard had left him. Howard would throw it right back in his face that Vince and Naboo had so easily replaced him and both of them would forget that, at the time, they were both pulling in opposite directions. They were both being selfish.
But this day was unlike the others. This day Vince was especially angry-- wanted to hurt Howard just a little more--and had found himself spilling secrets just to cut him down.
"I kissed him!"
"Who?!"
"Adam. I kissed him."
"You didn't--"
"He tasted like you, but better. Less bitter."
"Take it back! Take it--"
"And he loved it! He didn't flinch away from me like you do. He wanted it--"
"Shut up, Vince, just shut--"
"And I wanted it! I wanted more, Howard! So you know what I did?!"
"--your filthy mouth!"
"I sucked him off. And he screamed my name the whole--"
And before either of them could so much as blink an eye or think about what was happening, Howard slapped him. Hard. Right across his face.
Vince stood there in the kitchen, holding the spoon they had been originally fighting over and staring at Howard through a veil of tears.
Howard looked horrified, glancing back and forth from his hand to the large, angry red mark on Vince's face until Vince pushed past him and into their room, slamming the door.
Later, Howard came in to apologize.
Vince shook his head "No. I deserved it. I only told you to hurt you."
That sat in silence for a while, not looking at each other. Howard held Vince's hand. Kissed his knuckles.
And Vince let one last secret out.
"I though about you the whole time I was with him."
00.
After that first time, Adam would sneak into Vince's bed, pressing right up against him and whispering into his ear.
Vince would fight it, at first. Alone, waiting for Howard's return. He hadn't called in days.
And then he'd feel Adam's mustache tickling the back of his neck and he'd close his eyes and demand him not to speak under the pretense of trying not to wake Naboo and Bollo.
He'd keep his eyes shut the whole time. It was easier that way.
Easier to imagine it was Howard's lips on his. Easier to picture Howard above him, or beneath him. In him or around him.
When it was over, he'd wait for Adam to fall asleep. He'd dig one of Howard's old cardigans out of the wardrobe and wear it. He'd climb into Howard's bed and breathe in his scent.
In the morning, he'd avoid Adam like the plague.
02.
Howard had objected at first. No. That's not true. He turned a fine shade of crimson first and then objected. But Vince could easily see through his embarrassment. The idea intrigued him. And when he pressed his body flush to his, it was obvious Howard didn't have any real objections to adding a little kink to their love life. "You should have seen it comin'!" Leroy said later, "A year straight of vanilla sex for Vince Noir?! That's just sacrilege!"
So he agreed. And Vince, god bless him, had tried to start off slow. Little things like letting Howard "acidentally" walk in on him having a wank or biting down just hard enough on his neck to leave a bruise. But things quickly progressed when he saw how responsive Howard was to the more illicit aspects of sex. Pretty soon there were hand jobs in the backs of taxis, a blow job in a public bathroom.
And just when Vince thought he was running out of new things to try, Howard came through with the best idea yet.
"I, uh, bought us something." he mumbled one evening as they were finishing their dinner.
"Oh, yeah?!" Vince asked, eyes immediately brightening at the prospect of a new trinket.
"Yeah, it's, uh, for the bedroom." Howard whispered, careful not to let Naboo or Bollo overhear.
"Genius! Is it a new duvet? Oh! Is it that throw pillow I saw at---Wait! Where are we going?!"
Howard took Vince by the elbow and hefted him into the bedroom. "Can't you take a hint?!"
"What?! I was just asking---OH!" Vince's eyes widened when Howard retrieved the newly purchased handcuffs from beneath their bed.
Vince's look of shock was quickly replaced by a mischievous grin "And whose going to be the one who gets the honor of wearing these, huh?"
Howard pulled him closer by the belt loops "Let's just see where the night takes us, hmm?"
03.
Howard had always appreciated Vince's body. No matter what shape it was in. Back when they were in still in school and Vince was all knees and elbows, Howard loved him. When they started work at the Zooniverse and Vince was a bit rounder (the fact which Howard would never dare say in front of Vince, who would mistake 'rounder' for fat and then there'd be no sex for Howard) but no where near pudgy, Howard loved him. And now, all lean muscle and taught skin, Howard loves him. He'd never been bothered by Vince's body.
His own body, was another story entirely. Even though they were the same age (another fact Howard would never bring up around Vince) they were so vastly different. Vince was lean and trim. Howard had, somewhere along the road, put on a bit of a belly. He felt a bit like an ox next to a swan when they walked into a room together.
But Howard is a proud man, and would never bring it up in conversation. Not even during late night talks, holding Vince to his chest and watching the moonlight bounce off his flesh, when they spoke of their dreams and desires and secret fantasies they wished to fulfill with each other.
Until one day in mid August when they were laying in Vince's bed in their vests and pants, cotton sticking to sweaty flesh and letting the ceiling fan waft a gentle breeze over them. Vince sat up and peeled off his vest. Howard watched as each bobble of his spine was slowly reveled. In one fluid motion, Vince turned, throwing a leg over Howard and straddling him. Vince started to slowly rock back and forth--grinding down. Howard's breath hitched as he grasped at Vince's hips, trying to angle him just right.
But when Vince's fingers started creeping up under the hem of Howard's vest, he stopped him.
"What? You can't tell me it's too hot. It was hot last night and you let me--"
"It's not too hot, I just don't feel like it right now, is all."
Vince lined their cocks up, rubbing himself back and forth over Howard's erection, cotton becoming wet. "Doesn't feel like it to me"
"I just--I don't want you to see me" he mumbled, turning his head into the pillow. He felt Vince's sweaty fingertips at the hem of his vest again, but he gave up the fight this time. Vince stripped him slowly, goosebumps raising on newly exposed flesh. And when Howard was completely naked, he looked up at Vince who was looking down at him with an intensity that could suck the oxygen out of the room.
They made love in the sunlight, no inch of Howard's flesh going unkissed by Vince.
He came harder than ever before or since, that day.
04.
Neither of them could have told you how or why, but their band had finally made it big. There were calls from venues and magazines and telly shows pouring in. Everyone, suddenly, wanted a piece of The Mighty Boosh.
Finally, after many disputes and many long talks, they decided it was time to hire a manager. And what better candidate could you ask for when it comes to business ventures than a shaman?
"I don't want either of you near this thing. 'Specailly you!" Naboo lisped, pointing directly at Vince.
"WOT?! I ain't going to break it or nothin'!" he spat, eying the new desk with narrowed eyes.
"You'll get it all sticky with your sweets." Naboo said, turning to leave the room "I mean it! I've got tons of paperwork in there that could make or break your career."
He'd given them explicit orders not to go near it, not to touch it, not to even look at it too hard. So it was only natural for them to want to...'christen' it as soon as he left.
Vince learned four important things that day. Number One: Dried semen doesn't come off polished mahogany easily. Or at all, really. Number Two: Naboo really means it when he says to stay away from his things. Number Three: Howard really really loves bending him over things. And finally, Number Four: Nothing (well, almost nothing) feels as good on your achingly hard cock as cool, polished wood being gently vibrated by a ringing telephone.
05.
On the first night of their first tour, Howard pulls Vince aside when the curtain closes. He's beaming. He has tears in his eyes. He doesn't have to say a word.
Vince moves closer and kisses him and it all just feels so right.
06.
Somewhere around the two year mark they got into the swing of things. It was less awkward. They were comfortable. Content with how things were.
Or at least that's what Vince thought. He thought Howard was being truthful when he said he wouldn't want to change a thing about their relationship.
So it was, to say the least, a huge surprise.
After a very late night--after he had caught his breath and wiped the sweat from his eyes--Vince rolled towards Howard and asked "Tea?"
"Better make it coffee," Howard replied, motioning to the rising sun outside their window.
Vince made a frustrated noise as he lifted himself up, pulling on his pants "S'gonna be a rough day"
He waited what seemed like an eternity for the coffee to peculate and fixed himself and Howard each a cup.
Howard looked nervous when Vince re-entered the bedroom. Vince handed him his mug but didn't say anything. He knew enough by now to just let Howard gather his thoughts.
He sat back against the pillows and blew on the steaming liquid to cool it down.
"I have something to say"
Vince took a sip of coffee, letting it pool on his tongue before swallowing, savoring the warm, sweet liquid. "I can tell."
"Vince, I, well, you and I, we, together,"
Vince had been learning to be more patient since he and Howard had officially became an item, but finally after several minutes of Howard's stammering, Vince just couldn't take the suspense any longer.
"Out with it already, Moon!"
And that's how Howard proposed.
07.
Vince finally convinced Howard to let him paint him again. Even after all these years, he was still a bit sore about the whole "pink balloon on a suit" ordeal.
Any apprehension Howard might have been feeling about the situation slowly melted away when in the dim light Vince crawled toward him with a tube of paint clutched between his teeth. Vince's fingers were the brush--Howard was the canvas.
He'd never appreciated art more.
liljfrostbite--the prompts have long since been lost to time. Sorry 'bout that. But you don't need to know what they were to enjoy reading. Rating: R (NC17 if you squint, maybe?)
Warnings: Swearing, a touch of angst. Someone gets slapped. Y'know. My usual.
Pairing: Howince
They never meant for it to happen. This, of course, is the kind of thing you just don't plan. It had started with an argument like so many of their days had since Howard returned from his 'apprenticeship' with Jurgan. Vince would bring up the fact that Howard had left him. Howard would throw it right back in his face that Vince and Naboo had so easily replaced him and both of them would forget that, at the time, they were both pulling in opposite directions. They were both being selfish.
But this day was unlike the others. This day Vince was especially angry-- wanted to hurt Howard just a little more--and had found himself spilling secrets just to cut him down.
"I kissed him!"
"Who?!"
"Adam. I kissed him."
"You didn't--"
"He tasted like you, but better. Less bitter."
"Take it back! Take it--"
"And he loved it! He didn't flinch away from me like you do. He wanted it--"
"Shut up, Vince, just shut--"
"And I wanted it! I wanted more, Howard! So you know what I did?!"
"--your filthy mouth!"
"I sucked him off. And he screamed my name the whole--"
And before either of them could so much as blink an eye or think about what was happening, Howard slapped him. Hard. Right across his face.
Vince stood there in the kitchen, holding the spoon they had been originally fighting over and staring at Howard through a veil of tears.
Howard looked horrified, glancing back and forth from his hand to the large, angry red mark on Vince's face until Vince pushed past him and into their room, slamming the door.
Later, Howard came in to apologize.
Vince shook his head "No. I deserved it. I only told you to hurt you."
That sat in silence for a while, not looking at each other. Howard held Vince's hand. Kissed his knuckles.
And Vince let one last secret out.
"I though about you the whole time I was with him."
After that first time, Adam would sneak into Vince's bed, pressing right up against him and whispering into his ear.
Vince would fight it, at first. Alone, waiting for Howard's return. He hadn't called in days.
And then he'd feel Adam's mustache tickling the back of his neck and he'd close his eyes and demand him not to speak under the pretense of trying not to wake Naboo and Bollo.
He'd keep his eyes shut the whole time. It was easier that way.
Easier to imagine it was Howard's lips on his. Easier to picture Howard above him, or beneath him. In him or around him.
When it was over, he'd wait for Adam to fall asleep. He'd dig one of Howard's old cardigans out of the wardrobe and wear it. He'd climb into Howard's bed and breathe in his scent.
In the morning, he'd avoid Adam like the plague.
Howard had objected at first. No. That's not true. He turned a fine shade of crimson first and then objected. But Vince could easily see through his embarrassment. The idea intrigued him. And when he pressed his body flush to his, it was obvious Howard didn't have any real objections to adding a little kink to their love life. "You should have seen it comin'!" Leroy said later, "A year straight of vanilla sex for Vince Noir?! That's just sacrilege!"
So he agreed. And Vince, god bless him, had tried to start off slow. Little things like letting Howard "acidentally" walk in on him having a wank or biting down just hard enough on his neck to leave a bruise. But things quickly progressed when he saw how responsive Howard was to the more illicit aspects of sex. Pretty soon there were hand jobs in the backs of taxis, a blow job in a public bathroom.
And just when Vince thought he was running out of new things to try, Howard came through with the best idea yet.
"I, uh, bought us something." he mumbled one evening as they were finishing their dinner.
"Oh, yeah?!" Vince asked, eyes immediately brightening at the prospect of a new trinket.
"Yeah, it's, uh, for the bedroom." Howard whispered, careful not to let Naboo or Bollo overhear.
"Genius! Is it a new duvet? Oh! Is it that throw pillow I saw at---Wait! Where are we going?!"
Howard took Vince by the elbow and hefted him into the bedroom. "Can't you take a hint?!"
"What?! I was just asking---OH!" Vince's eyes widened when Howard retrieved the newly purchased handcuffs from beneath their bed.
Vince's look of shock was quickly replaced by a mischievous grin "And whose going to be the one who gets the honor of wearing these, huh?"
Howard pulled him closer by the belt loops "Let's just see where the night takes us, hmm?"
Howard had always appreciated Vince's body. No matter what shape it was in. Back when they were in still in school and Vince was all knees and elbows, Howard loved him. When they started work at the Zooniverse and Vince was a bit rounder (the fact which Howard would never dare say in front of Vince, who would mistake 'rounder' for fat and then there'd be no sex for Howard) but no where near pudgy, Howard loved him. And now, all lean muscle and taught skin, Howard loves him. He'd never been bothered by Vince's body.
His own body, was another story entirely. Even though they were the same age (another fact Howard would never bring up around Vince) they were so vastly different. Vince was lean and trim. Howard had, somewhere along the road, put on a bit of a belly. He felt a bit like an ox next to a swan when they walked into a room together.
But Howard is a proud man, and would never bring it up in conversation. Not even during late night talks, holding Vince to his chest and watching the moonlight bounce off his flesh, when they spoke of their dreams and desires and secret fantasies they wished to fulfill with each other.
Until one day in mid August when they were laying in Vince's bed in their vests and pants, cotton sticking to sweaty flesh and letting the ceiling fan waft a gentle breeze over them. Vince sat up and peeled off his vest. Howard watched as each bobble of his spine was slowly reveled. In one fluid motion, Vince turned, throwing a leg over Howard and straddling him. Vince started to slowly rock back and forth--grinding down. Howard's breath hitched as he grasped at Vince's hips, trying to angle him just right.
But when Vince's fingers started creeping up under the hem of Howard's vest, he stopped him.
"What? You can't tell me it's too hot. It was hot last night and you let me--"
"It's not too hot, I just don't feel like it right now, is all."
Vince lined their cocks up, rubbing himself back and forth over Howard's erection, cotton becoming wet. "Doesn't feel like it to me"
"I just--I don't want you to see me" he mumbled, turning his head into the pillow. He felt Vince's sweaty fingertips at the hem of his vest again, but he gave up the fight this time. Vince stripped him slowly, goosebumps raising on newly exposed flesh. And when Howard was completely naked, he looked up at Vince who was looking down at him with an intensity that could suck the oxygen out of the room.
They made love in the sunlight, no inch of Howard's flesh going unkissed by Vince.
He came harder than ever before or since, that day.
Neither of them could have told you how or why, but their band had finally made it big. There were calls from venues and magazines and telly shows pouring in. Everyone, suddenly, wanted a piece of The Mighty Boosh.
Finally, after many disputes and many long talks, they decided it was time to hire a manager. And what better candidate could you ask for when it comes to business ventures than a shaman?
"I don't want either of you near this thing. 'Specailly you!" Naboo lisped, pointing directly at Vince.
"WOT?! I ain't going to break it or nothin'!" he spat, eying the new desk with narrowed eyes.
"You'll get it all sticky with your sweets." Naboo said, turning to leave the room "I mean it! I've got tons of paperwork in there that could make or break your career."
He'd given them explicit orders not to go near it, not to touch it, not to even look at it too hard. So it was only natural for them to want to...'christen' it as soon as he left.
Vince learned four important things that day. Number One: Dried semen doesn't come off polished mahogany easily. Or at all, really. Number Two: Naboo really means it when he says to stay away from his things. Number Three: Howard really really loves bending him over things. And finally, Number Four: Nothing (well, almost nothing) feels as good on your achingly hard cock as cool, polished wood being gently vibrated by a ringing telephone.
On the first night of their first tour, Howard pulls Vince aside when the curtain closes. He's beaming. He has tears in his eyes. He doesn't have to say a word.
Vince moves closer and kisses him and it all just feels so right.
Somewhere around the two year mark they got into the swing of things. It was less awkward. They were comfortable. Content with how things were.
Or at least that's what Vince thought. He thought Howard was being truthful when he said he wouldn't want to change a thing about their relationship.
So it was, to say the least, a huge surprise.
After a very late night--after he had caught his breath and wiped the sweat from his eyes--Vince rolled towards Howard and asked "Tea?"
"Better make it coffee," Howard replied, motioning to the rising sun outside their window.
Vince made a frustrated noise as he lifted himself up, pulling on his pants "S'gonna be a rough day"
He waited what seemed like an eternity for the coffee to peculate and fixed himself and Howard each a cup.
Howard looked nervous when Vince re-entered the bedroom. Vince handed him his mug but didn't say anything. He knew enough by now to just let Howard gather his thoughts.
He sat back against the pillows and blew on the steaming liquid to cool it down.
"I have something to say"
Vince took a sip of coffee, letting it pool on his tongue before swallowing, savoring the warm, sweet liquid. "I can tell."
"Vince, I, well, you and I, we, together,"
Vince had been learning to be more patient since he and Howard had officially became an item, but finally after several minutes of Howard's stammering, Vince just couldn't take the suspense any longer.
"Out with it already, Moon!"
And that's how Howard proposed.
Vince finally convinced Howard to let him paint him again. Even after all these years, he was still a bit sore about the whole "pink balloon on a suit" ordeal.
Any apprehension Howard might have been feeling about the situation slowly melted away when in the dim light Vince crawled toward him with a tube of paint clutched between his teeth. Vince's fingers were the brush--Howard was the canvas.
He'd never appreciated art more.
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Date: 2013-07-02 12:50 pm (UTC)Selfconscious!Howard and the proposal were my favorite scenes to write, so I'm very glad you enjoyed it. ^.^
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Date: 2013-07-02 05:36 pm (UTC)Instead of a review, I'm just going to send you a bag of emotions. I have been hesitating on starting your Lip gloss story because I already have too many holes in my heart from amazing stories that never get finished, but I'm clearly going to have to take my chances. Your writing is amazing.
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