Title: Surprise Package
Pairing: Howard/Vince
Summary: Howard is having a rubbish birthday. Then it gets better.
Rating: R (dicks doth touch but doth not penetrate in the nether regions)
Warnings: poorly written with too much dialogue
Length: about 3100 words
Spoilers: See Rating
Disclaimer: These are not my characters. I know them so well, but still I don’t own them and they’re not making me any money, they’re just making me happy. Don’t ask why they make me happy in this particular way. They just do. Very happy.
Notes: Huge apologies to Connie, for whom this was intended as a slightly late birthday present for this year but is now more of a slightly early present for Christmas or next birthday. Un-beta’d and endlessly tinkered with, so all constructive feedback will be gratefully received because it’s been so long since I finished a smutty story that I honestly don’t know whether I can actually write this stuff any more... The view of London from the roof of the Nabootique is superb this evening: rooftops gleaming, a few lights already twinkling in windows, the sky still tinted with red and gold where the sun has just slipped over the horizon, the Moon smiling down with his chalky-white face.
But all of it might as well be Leeds in the drizzle as far as Howard Moon is concerned.
This has to be the most rubbish birthday he’s ever had, EVER, in all his... thirty-three, yes thirty-three (he glares at the Moon) years.
Even worse than last year’s, and that’s saying something.
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