Something Diffrent
Title: Something Different
Pairing or Characters: Vince and Howard
Summary: Vince comes into Howard’s room during a thunderstorm, frightened, and things go from there. This is Vince and Howard’s first encounter together, so they are still testing the waters…so to speak.
Word Count: 2,800
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Strong suggested sexual interaction
Disclaimer: I do not own the Boosh nor any of the characters therein…I simply have a deep love for them.
Author’s Notes: This is my first fic…ever. Please enjoy. :]
SIDE NOTE: Sorry about not cutting the story and the wrong rating, I wasn't sure on either. Thanks for the help!
Something Different
There were rivers running down the glass. Tiny rivers splintered across the windowpane, spilling down the side of the stout brick building. The rain pelted the glass, the persistent pattering of the water filling the small room. The darkness was broken from time to time by harsh flashes of lightning, followed by the growling rumble of thunder. The lighting had been getting steadily fiercer, escalating from a timid flicker to a blinding flash. And in turn, the thunder too had become increasingly bold. It seemed to erupt just above the shuddering structure, booming violently against the thin walls.
Howard lay curled atop the messy bed, covers pulled up below his chin. His back was to the narrow window, eyes forced shut. Lighting dancing behind his lids in sporadic bursts. His mouth was pressed into a hard line, teeth nipping at the inside of his lip as he attempted to ignore the persistent thunder. Sheets of rain raked against the window, angry and penetrating. It seemed to Howard that the glass would not hold much longer, the rain pounding the thin sheet with such ferocity. He knew this was ridiculous, the window had held against downpours such as these dozens of times, he was sure of it. But he couldn’t help worrying.
He rolled onto his back, opening his eyes to stare blankly at the pale ceiling. The imperfections in the paint were brought starkly to life as lighting flashed, thunder cracking only moments after. He flinched against the noise as he wriggled deeper into the covers. He found the comforter bunched tightly in the clutches of his curled fists and willed himself to pry his fingers open, letting the fabric fall limply across his chest. This was an absurd reaction to a simple cold front moving in. It was only the movement of air, pockets of cold and warm moving into the same region and-
Flash. Crack. Boom.
Howard’s eyes squeezed shut as he pursed his lips, willing the thunder to move from above his bedroom. It seemed to hunch just above him, resting against the roof, leaning down onto his very window. He could feel the pressure; almost see the walls buckle against the vibration. It would be over soon; all it would take was time. Wait it out. He could do that. Just time, it would all be over…
“Howard?”
Howard called out in alarm, limbs flailing as he shot up, clutching the blankets to his chin. His eyes scanned the darkness. A figure stood in the doorframe, hunched and thin.
“Vince, you nearly gave me a heart attack.”
Howard breathed out slowly, slumping against his headboard. Vince shifted his weight from one foot to the other, peering at Howard through the darkness. A flash of lightning illuminated his pale face, blue eyes wide and flitting. He shuddered as thunder rumbled across the carpet, up the walls. He moved closer to the bed, arms held to his sides.
“Sorry, Howard. I’ve just had some trouble getting to sleep, is all. What with the storm and that,” he said, scratching his neck as he averted Howard’s gaze. Howard’s brow knitted as he studied Vince. It wasn’t like him to be so timid.
“Vince, it’s nothing to be afraid of. It’s simply the combination of cold and warm air, moving towards one another and colliding in such a way that-“ Howard yelped inadvertently as lighting and thunder simultaneously shook the tiny room. Vince stifled a giggle as Howard straightened the neck of his t-shirt.
“Shut it.” Howard sat up stiffly, hands lying in his lap. He continued to watch Vince as he stood awkwardly at the foot of the large bed.
“So, what can I do for you,” he said, glancing at the clock on his bedside stand. It was nearly 1. How would he wake in time to get started on sorting through the pile of records he had begun dusting the afternoon before? He couldn’t just leave them lying about. Vince was liable to break or misplace at least a few of them should they sit there too long. Naboo had been nagging him to sort through his “rubbish” for weeks now. Rubbish. What did he know of rubbish? His room was stuffed to the brim with books and chests and vials of who knows what.
“Well,” Vince said, continuing to rub his neck. He chewed at his lip, looking up at Howard. “I was wondering, well, hoping, I reckon, that I could maybe, I dunno, stay in here, with you.” He paused, eyes locked on Howard for a reaction. Howard stared back, frowning as he attempted to follow Vince’s broken speech. “Well, sleep, in here, you know, till the storm is through, and that.” He cleared his throat, straightening some as he finished. Howard arched an eyebrow.
“Sleep. In here.”
“S’right.”
Howard sighed. He shifted some in the bed. Something in his stomach wriggled, sending a slight tingle up his spine. He shook off the sensation, fighting the fluttering as it settled in his chest.
“I suppose, Vince. But man should not let the forces of nature sway him so. It is the mark of a willful man, should he learn to stand against the raging winds of spring, the angry gusts of seasonal fury as they rampage across the soggy plains. Oi!”
Howard was barely able to utter the end of his thought as Vince bounded into the bed, sending a jerking ripple across the mattress. Howard bounced backwards at the impact, catching himself against the headrest.
“Give it a rest, yeah?”
“Sorry Howard, I’m just a bit excited is all,” he said, grinning as he wiggled down into the covers. “We can sit up and have story times and tell secrets and make shadow animals until the moon goes to bed. It’ll be genius!”
Howard rolled his eyes, Vince unable to make out his expression in the darkness.
“Vince, it’s a bit late for that, yeah? We better just get to bed, big day ahead tomorrow.”
“What’s on tomorrow?” Vince said. He sunk deeper into the covers, moving his head to the pillow. Howard lay down as well, rolling to his side to face Vince, chin propped against his palm.
“It doesn’t always have to be specific happenings, Vince. I’m a busy man. I have many obligations. Not always a set out list, mind you. I’m needed in many places, there are many options.”
“Like what?”
“Never mind that. Let’s just get to sleep, shall we?” Howard flopped onto his back, shuddering as thunder rumbled once more, causing the window to rattle in its frame. He felt Vince wriggling beneath the covers beside him. He could feel the warmth of his body beneath the sheets, the weight of him on the mattress next to him. Only inches away.
He felt heat creep up his neck, into his cheeks. His heart was beginning to thud rhythmically against his ribcage. He shifted uncomfortably in the bed, trying to calm his nerves. Why was he feeling so anxious? The sensation confused and frustrated him. He couldn’t seem to get the image of Vince out of his mind. Lying next to him in the warm bed, head resting on the pillow, dark hair sprawling in messy locks atop the soft fabric. His body went stiff as he felt Vince roll towards him, the heat of his body growing steadily as he moved closer.
Howard kept his eyes clamped shut, struggling to remain still as he waited for any shift in the mattress, any movement at all. He felt Vince’s body shift again, something brush against his shoulder. He felt a pang in his stomach, an eruption of nerves spilling out, moving in warm shivers into his chest. His heart fluttered as he struggled to concentrate. What was wrong with him?
A hand. There was a hand moving along his arm. Warm and soft, brushing his bare skin, running up to his shoulder, down to his wrist. Timid fingertips, goose bumps springing up in their wake. He bit is lip, his mind and body reeling. He felt a warmth spreading in his lower torso, moving down to his hips. His cheeks burned.
Vince moved again, his body curling against Howard’s, hand moving timidly to his shoulder, down to his chest. Howard jerked back, a hand instinctively shooting up to meet Vince’s.
“Vince.” He was more breathless than he had anticipated. He remained on his back, his body still stiff. His fingers clamped around Vince’s, holding the hand against his chest. He felt Vince tense beside him. There was a pause. He could feel the panic emanating from the tiny frame that was pressed against him. He felt Vince begin to wriggle away.
“I’m sorry Howard, I was just a bit shook is all, I just wanted to-“
Howard held to Vince’s hand, holding him in place. Vince froze. Howard was put off by is apologetic tone. This simply was not the bubbly, light-hearted Vince he was used to. It made him feel a bit uneasy. But something about him, something about his movements made this something different. Something, he knew, was different.
Howard swallowed slowly. He knew Vince would be able to feel his heart as it beat wildly against his ribs, hand pressed to his chest. He held Vince’s hand in place, making it impossible for him to move further away.
“No, don’t,” Howard said simply, his voice a low rumble amidst the pounding rain. In everyday occurrences, it was very strange indeed for Howard Moon to struggle to find words. But at this moment, he was left quite speechless. And he knew that Vince would find no problem with it.
He felt the frame next to him relax, the body once again pressing itself against his. And he knew Vince understood. Fear gripped him. He would be lying if he tried to convince himself that he had not considered a thing such as this. In his quietest moments, in the still morning hours when sleep simply would not come, he had pictured this. Planned it. Hoped for it. Even yearned. But he would never admit it to himself. Let alone anyone else. Vince least of all.
But the fear was overpowered with another sensation as Vince’s hand continued to move across his chest, his own hand moving along with it. He allowed his hand to rest atop Vince’s as he moved it over his chest, moving down to his stomach. Howard jerked inadvertently at the soft touch, shuddering slightly.
His eyes remained closed as he felt Vince move towards him, the warmth of his lips grazing his neck. He felt his breath against his skin, a light shiver running up his spine. The soft lips touched down onto his neck, peppering the skin with light kisses. Howard breathed in sharply, struggling still to contain his shuddering. The kisses trailed along his jaw line, nipped at his earlobe. Howard gasped slightly, hand remaining planted on his chest as Vince continued to run his fingers along Howard’s stomach, skimming the bottom of his t-shirt. Howard’s heart pounded wildly as Vince’s mouth moved to his cheek, kissing the scruffy edges of his mustache, to the corners of his mouth. He felt lightheaded as he turned his head to face Vince. Their lips grazed one another, softly, slowly, carefully. Vince held back, allowing Howard to come to him before allowing their lips to collide, locking him in a soft, slow kiss. Howard savored the warmth, the soft heat of the kiss as their lips move against one another.
He had forgotten about anything but the tenderness of the kiss until he felt the tug of fingers against the elastic band of his boxers. He jerked in alarm, the fear rising against his chest. Vince’s hand froze, his lips pulling back from Howard’s. Howard opened his eyes at the loss of touch, met by Vince’s in the murky darkness. He felt the heat rise to his cheeks as their noses graze one another, his eyes locked in the deep blue before him. Vince’s mouth tugged upwards in a half smile.
“It’s okay.” His voice was as low and soft as the pattering of rain, the distant rumble of the half remembered storm. “It’s okay.”
Vince had always had enough confidence for the both of them. Too often did Howard find himself held back by his own fear, his own inhibitions. Vince was not afraid to take a risk. A leap. He could count on Vince. He trusted him.
Howard forced a smile of his own, nodding. Vince’s smile grew. His eyes slid shut as he pecked at Howard’s lips. Howard shut his eyes, giving himself into the kiss completely, deepening it slightly as he licked at Vince’s lips, nipped at them. He heard the hint of a moan rumble deep in Vince’s throat as he pressed himself more firmly against him, slipping his tongue between Howard’s lips. Vince’s hand moved once more to the rim of Howard’s boxers, moving onto the fabric, grazing Howard’s hipbone, dipping into the valley created just before it. Heat gathered in Howard’s stomach, moving lower with Vince’s touch. He struggled to keep himself calm, to keep his body relaxed, to keep from tensing up. It was nearly impossible to relax, the nerves causing him to stiffen. He tried to focus on the kiss, the movement of Vince’s tongue, the heat of his mouth.
Vince’s hand moved up slightly, his fingers dipping under the fabric. Howard’s breath quickened as Vince’s fingers moved downward, towards the heat. Howard pulled away slightly, struggling to catch his breath, his head spinning from lack of oxygen and anticipation. Vince began to kiss his jaw once more, his neck. Howard could not control his breathing, chest rising and falling rapidly as Vince’s hand moved downward. He called out slightly, eyes opening with the shock of pleasure as Vince continued, still kissing and licking at his neck. Howard bit his lip, closing his eyes once more as he struggled to contain himself. He felt his back arch, the back of his head pressing into the pillow as he focused on the building pleasure and heat.
Vince’s hand moved below the fabric, slowly at first. Howard shut his eyes, the back of his head sinking into the pillow as his chin pointed towards the ceiling. Vince’s mouth moved along his neck, down to his collarbone. He felt the warmth of his tongue move along the bone, a sharp pang as Vince nipped at his skin. He drew in a breath sharply through his teeth, his jaw clenching as his fingertips began to tingle. He lifted a hand suddenly to cup Vince’s cheek, pulling him up, their lips colliding roughly. Vince whimpered slightly as Howard slid his tongue between his warm lips, savoring the depth and passion of the kiss.
Vince’s pace quickened along with Howard’s breath. Howard moaned slightly, muttering inaudible nothings as he grips the sheets, trying to hold onto those last moments of pleasure. He was shocked at his inability to calm himself down, to slow the build, to prologue the moment.
“Vince!” Howard moaned a final time, gasping as he released, his body wracked with shivers. He sighed slowly, resting flat against the mattress once more, eyes closed as he waited for the sporadic twitches and shivers to subside. The two lay beside each other for a moment, chests heaving. Howard opened his eyes, turning slowly to face Vince. Vince’s head rested on the pillow beside him, blue eyes sheepishly locking with Howard’s, a small grin spread across his lips. Howard can’t help but smile back.
“Sorry,” he muttered, lifting the covers slightly. He feels heat rise once more to his cheeks, embarrassment creeping into his chest. Vince chuckled.
“Why would you apologize?”
“You know.” Howard awkwardly clears his throat, peering into the darkness as he lifts the cover a bit higher, causing Vince to laugh.
“Come off it, Howard. S’alright.”
Howard looked at him, smiling. The two readjust, discarding a few garments, making themselves a bit more comfortable before sliding back between the sheets. Howard faces Vince completely this time, arms wrapped around his lithe frame as Vince rests his head rests on Howard’s bare chest, Howard’s chin resting on the top of Vince’s head. He can feel the warmth of his breath against his chest, his body curled against him under the sheets. The rain still patters lightly against the window, the lightning and thunder completely silenced. Howard moves to glance over his shoulder at the clock, but stops short. The records can wait. Something new, and quite more pressing, seems to have shoved its way into the schedule. Or rather, someone.
Pairing or Characters: Vince and Howard
Summary: Vince comes into Howard’s room during a thunderstorm, frightened, and things go from there. This is Vince and Howard’s first encounter together, so they are still testing the waters…so to speak.
Word Count: 2,800
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Strong suggested sexual interaction
Disclaimer: I do not own the Boosh nor any of the characters therein…I simply have a deep love for them.
Author’s Notes: This is my first fic…ever. Please enjoy. :]
SIDE NOTE: Sorry about not cutting the story and the wrong rating, I wasn't sure on either. Thanks for the help!
Something Different
There were rivers running down the glass. Tiny rivers splintered across the windowpane, spilling down the side of the stout brick building. The rain pelted the glass, the persistent pattering of the water filling the small room. The darkness was broken from time to time by harsh flashes of lightning, followed by the growling rumble of thunder. The lighting had been getting steadily fiercer, escalating from a timid flicker to a blinding flash. And in turn, the thunder too had become increasingly bold. It seemed to erupt just above the shuddering structure, booming violently against the thin walls.
Howard lay curled atop the messy bed, covers pulled up below his chin. His back was to the narrow window, eyes forced shut. Lighting dancing behind his lids in sporadic bursts. His mouth was pressed into a hard line, teeth nipping at the inside of his lip as he attempted to ignore the persistent thunder. Sheets of rain raked against the window, angry and penetrating. It seemed to Howard that the glass would not hold much longer, the rain pounding the thin sheet with such ferocity. He knew this was ridiculous, the window had held against downpours such as these dozens of times, he was sure of it. But he couldn’t help worrying.
He rolled onto his back, opening his eyes to stare blankly at the pale ceiling. The imperfections in the paint were brought starkly to life as lighting flashed, thunder cracking only moments after. He flinched against the noise as he wriggled deeper into the covers. He found the comforter bunched tightly in the clutches of his curled fists and willed himself to pry his fingers open, letting the fabric fall limply across his chest. This was an absurd reaction to a simple cold front moving in. It was only the movement of air, pockets of cold and warm moving into the same region and-
Flash. Crack. Boom.
Howard’s eyes squeezed shut as he pursed his lips, willing the thunder to move from above his bedroom. It seemed to hunch just above him, resting against the roof, leaning down onto his very window. He could feel the pressure; almost see the walls buckle against the vibration. It would be over soon; all it would take was time. Wait it out. He could do that. Just time, it would all be over…
“Howard?”
Howard called out in alarm, limbs flailing as he shot up, clutching the blankets to his chin. His eyes scanned the darkness. A figure stood in the doorframe, hunched and thin.
“Vince, you nearly gave me a heart attack.”
Howard breathed out slowly, slumping against his headboard. Vince shifted his weight from one foot to the other, peering at Howard through the darkness. A flash of lightning illuminated his pale face, blue eyes wide and flitting. He shuddered as thunder rumbled across the carpet, up the walls. He moved closer to the bed, arms held to his sides.
“Sorry, Howard. I’ve just had some trouble getting to sleep, is all. What with the storm and that,” he said, scratching his neck as he averted Howard’s gaze. Howard’s brow knitted as he studied Vince. It wasn’t like him to be so timid.
“Vince, it’s nothing to be afraid of. It’s simply the combination of cold and warm air, moving towards one another and colliding in such a way that-“ Howard yelped inadvertently as lighting and thunder simultaneously shook the tiny room. Vince stifled a giggle as Howard straightened the neck of his t-shirt.
“Shut it.” Howard sat up stiffly, hands lying in his lap. He continued to watch Vince as he stood awkwardly at the foot of the large bed.
“So, what can I do for you,” he said, glancing at the clock on his bedside stand. It was nearly 1. How would he wake in time to get started on sorting through the pile of records he had begun dusting the afternoon before? He couldn’t just leave them lying about. Vince was liable to break or misplace at least a few of them should they sit there too long. Naboo had been nagging him to sort through his “rubbish” for weeks now. Rubbish. What did he know of rubbish? His room was stuffed to the brim with books and chests and vials of who knows what.
“Well,” Vince said, continuing to rub his neck. He chewed at his lip, looking up at Howard. “I was wondering, well, hoping, I reckon, that I could maybe, I dunno, stay in here, with you.” He paused, eyes locked on Howard for a reaction. Howard stared back, frowning as he attempted to follow Vince’s broken speech. “Well, sleep, in here, you know, till the storm is through, and that.” He cleared his throat, straightening some as he finished. Howard arched an eyebrow.
“Sleep. In here.”
“S’right.”
Howard sighed. He shifted some in the bed. Something in his stomach wriggled, sending a slight tingle up his spine. He shook off the sensation, fighting the fluttering as it settled in his chest.
“I suppose, Vince. But man should not let the forces of nature sway him so. It is the mark of a willful man, should he learn to stand against the raging winds of spring, the angry gusts of seasonal fury as they rampage across the soggy plains. Oi!”
Howard was barely able to utter the end of his thought as Vince bounded into the bed, sending a jerking ripple across the mattress. Howard bounced backwards at the impact, catching himself against the headrest.
“Give it a rest, yeah?”
“Sorry Howard, I’m just a bit excited is all,” he said, grinning as he wiggled down into the covers. “We can sit up and have story times and tell secrets and make shadow animals until the moon goes to bed. It’ll be genius!”
Howard rolled his eyes, Vince unable to make out his expression in the darkness.
“Vince, it’s a bit late for that, yeah? We better just get to bed, big day ahead tomorrow.”
“What’s on tomorrow?” Vince said. He sunk deeper into the covers, moving his head to the pillow. Howard lay down as well, rolling to his side to face Vince, chin propped against his palm.
“It doesn’t always have to be specific happenings, Vince. I’m a busy man. I have many obligations. Not always a set out list, mind you. I’m needed in many places, there are many options.”
“Like what?”
“Never mind that. Let’s just get to sleep, shall we?” Howard flopped onto his back, shuddering as thunder rumbled once more, causing the window to rattle in its frame. He felt Vince wriggling beneath the covers beside him. He could feel the warmth of his body beneath the sheets, the weight of him on the mattress next to him. Only inches away.
He felt heat creep up his neck, into his cheeks. His heart was beginning to thud rhythmically against his ribcage. He shifted uncomfortably in the bed, trying to calm his nerves. Why was he feeling so anxious? The sensation confused and frustrated him. He couldn’t seem to get the image of Vince out of his mind. Lying next to him in the warm bed, head resting on the pillow, dark hair sprawling in messy locks atop the soft fabric. His body went stiff as he felt Vince roll towards him, the heat of his body growing steadily as he moved closer.
Howard kept his eyes clamped shut, struggling to remain still as he waited for any shift in the mattress, any movement at all. He felt Vince’s body shift again, something brush against his shoulder. He felt a pang in his stomach, an eruption of nerves spilling out, moving in warm shivers into his chest. His heart fluttered as he struggled to concentrate. What was wrong with him?
A hand. There was a hand moving along his arm. Warm and soft, brushing his bare skin, running up to his shoulder, down to his wrist. Timid fingertips, goose bumps springing up in their wake. He bit is lip, his mind and body reeling. He felt a warmth spreading in his lower torso, moving down to his hips. His cheeks burned.
Vince moved again, his body curling against Howard’s, hand moving timidly to his shoulder, down to his chest. Howard jerked back, a hand instinctively shooting up to meet Vince’s.
“Vince.” He was more breathless than he had anticipated. He remained on his back, his body still stiff. His fingers clamped around Vince’s, holding the hand against his chest. He felt Vince tense beside him. There was a pause. He could feel the panic emanating from the tiny frame that was pressed against him. He felt Vince begin to wriggle away.
“I’m sorry Howard, I was just a bit shook is all, I just wanted to-“
Howard held to Vince’s hand, holding him in place. Vince froze. Howard was put off by is apologetic tone. This simply was not the bubbly, light-hearted Vince he was used to. It made him feel a bit uneasy. But something about him, something about his movements made this something different. Something, he knew, was different.
Howard swallowed slowly. He knew Vince would be able to feel his heart as it beat wildly against his ribs, hand pressed to his chest. He held Vince’s hand in place, making it impossible for him to move further away.
“No, don’t,” Howard said simply, his voice a low rumble amidst the pounding rain. In everyday occurrences, it was very strange indeed for Howard Moon to struggle to find words. But at this moment, he was left quite speechless. And he knew that Vince would find no problem with it.
He felt the frame next to him relax, the body once again pressing itself against his. And he knew Vince understood. Fear gripped him. He would be lying if he tried to convince himself that he had not considered a thing such as this. In his quietest moments, in the still morning hours when sleep simply would not come, he had pictured this. Planned it. Hoped for it. Even yearned. But he would never admit it to himself. Let alone anyone else. Vince least of all.
But the fear was overpowered with another sensation as Vince’s hand continued to move across his chest, his own hand moving along with it. He allowed his hand to rest atop Vince’s as he moved it over his chest, moving down to his stomach. Howard jerked inadvertently at the soft touch, shuddering slightly.
His eyes remained closed as he felt Vince move towards him, the warmth of his lips grazing his neck. He felt his breath against his skin, a light shiver running up his spine. The soft lips touched down onto his neck, peppering the skin with light kisses. Howard breathed in sharply, struggling still to contain his shuddering. The kisses trailed along his jaw line, nipped at his earlobe. Howard gasped slightly, hand remaining planted on his chest as Vince continued to run his fingers along Howard’s stomach, skimming the bottom of his t-shirt. Howard’s heart pounded wildly as Vince’s mouth moved to his cheek, kissing the scruffy edges of his mustache, to the corners of his mouth. He felt lightheaded as he turned his head to face Vince. Their lips grazed one another, softly, slowly, carefully. Vince held back, allowing Howard to come to him before allowing their lips to collide, locking him in a soft, slow kiss. Howard savored the warmth, the soft heat of the kiss as their lips move against one another.
He had forgotten about anything but the tenderness of the kiss until he felt the tug of fingers against the elastic band of his boxers. He jerked in alarm, the fear rising against his chest. Vince’s hand froze, his lips pulling back from Howard’s. Howard opened his eyes at the loss of touch, met by Vince’s in the murky darkness. He felt the heat rise to his cheeks as their noses graze one another, his eyes locked in the deep blue before him. Vince’s mouth tugged upwards in a half smile.
“It’s okay.” His voice was as low and soft as the pattering of rain, the distant rumble of the half remembered storm. “It’s okay.”
Vince had always had enough confidence for the both of them. Too often did Howard find himself held back by his own fear, his own inhibitions. Vince was not afraid to take a risk. A leap. He could count on Vince. He trusted him.
Howard forced a smile of his own, nodding. Vince’s smile grew. His eyes slid shut as he pecked at Howard’s lips. Howard shut his eyes, giving himself into the kiss completely, deepening it slightly as he licked at Vince’s lips, nipped at them. He heard the hint of a moan rumble deep in Vince’s throat as he pressed himself more firmly against him, slipping his tongue between Howard’s lips. Vince’s hand moved once more to the rim of Howard’s boxers, moving onto the fabric, grazing Howard’s hipbone, dipping into the valley created just before it. Heat gathered in Howard’s stomach, moving lower with Vince’s touch. He struggled to keep himself calm, to keep his body relaxed, to keep from tensing up. It was nearly impossible to relax, the nerves causing him to stiffen. He tried to focus on the kiss, the movement of Vince’s tongue, the heat of his mouth.
Vince’s hand moved up slightly, his fingers dipping under the fabric. Howard’s breath quickened as Vince’s fingers moved downward, towards the heat. Howard pulled away slightly, struggling to catch his breath, his head spinning from lack of oxygen and anticipation. Vince began to kiss his jaw once more, his neck. Howard could not control his breathing, chest rising and falling rapidly as Vince’s hand moved downward. He called out slightly, eyes opening with the shock of pleasure as Vince continued, still kissing and licking at his neck. Howard bit his lip, closing his eyes once more as he struggled to contain himself. He felt his back arch, the back of his head pressing into the pillow as he focused on the building pleasure and heat.
Vince’s hand moved below the fabric, slowly at first. Howard shut his eyes, the back of his head sinking into the pillow as his chin pointed towards the ceiling. Vince’s mouth moved along his neck, down to his collarbone. He felt the warmth of his tongue move along the bone, a sharp pang as Vince nipped at his skin. He drew in a breath sharply through his teeth, his jaw clenching as his fingertips began to tingle. He lifted a hand suddenly to cup Vince’s cheek, pulling him up, their lips colliding roughly. Vince whimpered slightly as Howard slid his tongue between his warm lips, savoring the depth and passion of the kiss.
Vince’s pace quickened along with Howard’s breath. Howard moaned slightly, muttering inaudible nothings as he grips the sheets, trying to hold onto those last moments of pleasure. He was shocked at his inability to calm himself down, to slow the build, to prologue the moment.
“Vince!” Howard moaned a final time, gasping as he released, his body wracked with shivers. He sighed slowly, resting flat against the mattress once more, eyes closed as he waited for the sporadic twitches and shivers to subside. The two lay beside each other for a moment, chests heaving. Howard opened his eyes, turning slowly to face Vince. Vince’s head rested on the pillow beside him, blue eyes sheepishly locking with Howard’s, a small grin spread across his lips. Howard can’t help but smile back.
“Sorry,” he muttered, lifting the covers slightly. He feels heat rise once more to his cheeks, embarrassment creeping into his chest. Vince chuckled.
“Why would you apologize?”
“You know.” Howard awkwardly clears his throat, peering into the darkness as he lifts the cover a bit higher, causing Vince to laugh.
“Come off it, Howard. S’alright.”
Howard looked at him, smiling. The two readjust, discarding a few garments, making themselves a bit more comfortable before sliding back between the sheets. Howard faces Vince completely this time, arms wrapped around his lithe frame as Vince rests his head rests on Howard’s bare chest, Howard’s chin resting on the top of Vince’s head. He can feel the warmth of his breath against his chest, his body curled against him under the sheets. The rain still patters lightly against the window, the lightning and thunder completely silenced. Howard moves to glance over his shoulder at the clock, but stops short. The records can wait. Something new, and quite more pressing, seems to have shoved its way into the schedule. Or rather, someone.