Enigma Variations, 14: You told me that I would find...
Title: Enigma Variations, 14/?:
Summary: It’s all gone wrong, and Vince is in pieces
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: yet more alien biology TMI but I guess if you’re still reading you’re OK with it
Spoilers: There is a reason why I have used my pervy seagull icon for this chapter…
Length: so help me, about 3000 words
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters, I just borrow them to play with now and again (and again and again and again). For twisted love, not for profit
Notes: I am so sorry to have left you and Naboo teetering on the brink and unsatisfied for so long. Real life has a way of interfering with my fic right when I get to the bits I most want to write... As ever, concrit and pointing-out of mistakes is very much welcomed.
And I hope the next chapter won't take quite so long!
Enigma Variations
14 You told me that I would find…
“Vince, it’s OK. Don’t beat yourself up.”
For someone who is going to be dead very soon, Naboo sounds remarkably calm.
He strokes Vince’s tangled, tear-damp hair. “To be honest, I never really thought it would work, but it was nice anyway, took my mind off it… You were good.”
Vince sobs heartbrokenly into the pillow. “Not good enough - I’m so sorry, I couldn’t… An’ now you’re gonna die, and it’s my fault.”
Naboo sighs. “Well, yeah, I am, but it’s nobody’s fault, ’s just one of those things, an’ when it comes to the crunch I’m glad to be with… well… with someone who gives a fuck.” He looks at Howard. “With two people who give a fuck. We did our best, and now it’s over.”
Howard clears his throat, nervously. “It… erm… well, it might not be completely over.”
He hears Vince catch his breath.
Howard is still holding Naboo’s gaze, and suddenly there is the tiniest flash of peacock blue, a flicker of hope flitting across the corner of his mind’s eye, as the shaman too realises what Howard is saying.
But Naboo looks so fragile and exhausted…
“Only if you want.” Howard lays his hand over Naboo’s. “I mean, I’d like to try, but if you’ve had enough, if you just want to be left in peace…”
Naboo shakes his head, and links his cold fingers through Howard’s. “Don’t wanna give up yet, not while I’ve still got a chance. If you’re sure.”
“Course I am.”
“Genius!” Vince sits up, looking hopeful again already, and blows his nose on the corner of the sheet. “Howard, you’re a hero, an’ I love you. P’raps I can help?”
“Thanks, Vince.” Howard feels a rush of gratitude for Vince’s unselfishness. He looks at the unfamiliar shape of Naboo’s slender body; at the shadowy darkness between his thighs. “Erm… Could do with more light, for a start.”
“Not sure I can help you there, the main bulb’s gone.” Vince chews on his bottom lip. “We ain’t got a spare, an’ anyway… there’s no time. Here, try this.”
He tilts the bedside light so Howard can see a bit better. “Don’t worry,” he whispers confidingly in Howard’s ear, “he’s not much different from me, not really…”
Howard still hesitates, his resolve evaporating as rapidly as it came.
Naboo squeezes Howard’s hand. “Touch, look, whatever you want, if it helps. Just…”
“Get on with it?”
“Yeah.”
Howard takes a deep breath, and crawls down the bed until he’s between Naboo’s legs; then he lifts one of the little alien’s knees back, and looks.
Oh.
He’s never truly realised just how alien Naboo is. He is an odd, annoying, eccentric, short-arsed, unusual person, yes; but never before has Howard really thought of him as a different species. This, though - none of this is human…
Vince sits up, and comes to peer over Howard’s shoulder. “Lovely, isn’t it? So perfect, not a hair or a wrinkle. An’ all without cosmetic treatment. Genius.”
Howard looks again, and sees that Vince is right. The shaman’s body may be alien, but it is also subtle, elegant, beautiful.
And doomed, unless the Man of Action takes action soon. Howard draws a deep breath, and reaches out to touch; watching the play of colour below the cool, ivory-white skin as his fingertips caress it.
“Is… is this OK for you?”
“You’d know if it wasn’t.” Naboo sounds waspish; impatient. Understandable, given the circumstances. Howard glances anxiously at Vince.
“Go for it,” Vince whispers, his breath warm on Howard’s cheek. “You can do this. Start with Number Five-and-a-half, like the other day...” He takes hold of Howard’s wrist, and guides his hand to the right place, only it’s in slightly the wrong place. Howard is glad of the support. Neither threeways nor extraterrestrials had featured in any item on his mental checklist. He’d simply never imagined…
It’s smooth, and wet. His fingertip slips easily inside, and it feels more… well… human than he was expecting, although it’s all on rather a small scale.
It’s warmer than he was expecting, too, as though Naboo is now concentrating every scrap of energy his body’s still able to produce, focusing it here, in the secret heart of him, trying desperately to keep the flickering spark of life from going out.
Howard presses deeper in, trying to waste no time but not go too fast, with Vince murmuring encouragement and helpful hints in his ear.
A deep shudder runs through Naboo. “Please…”
“Not long now.” Howard adds a second finger, feeling his own arousal growing. “Hang in there, I just need to make some room, I’ll be as quick as I can.”
He brushes against a tiny oval knot of flesh, drawing a high-pitched wail from Naboo’s throat.
“Sweet spot,” Vince whispers.
Naboo arches his back, frantically trying to get more contact.
Howard’s mouth is dry with anxiety. “Try to stay still, it’s much harder for me to feel what’s what if you’re thrashing about, I’m worried I’ll hurt you.”
“It’s alright, Naboolio.” Vince presses his lips swiftly to Howard’s cheek, then lies down again beside Naboo, and strokes his hair. “Alright, sweetheart, not much longer, let’s try to keep it together, eh? Give the big man a chance. He’ll be worth waiting for, just relax, make it easier on both of you…” He cradles the little shaman against his side, soothing him with gentle kisses. “There. That’s better. This is gonna be genius, I know it…”
Vince’s ramblings are comforting, and they seem to be calming Naboo down too. Howard slides a third finger in, stretching the tight muscles and brushing against another sensitive spot.
“Oh.”
“Sorry.”
“Nothin’ to be sorry for. Stop - oh - bein’ so fuckin’ careful…”
“I don’t want to hurt you.” Howard looks at where his hand is; looks at his own stiffened cock. He feels too big, too hairy and clumsy.
“You won’t, I - I’m tougher than I look. Please. Just - just fuck me.”
Howard hears Vince stifle a giggle, and shakes his head. “Your chat-up technique…”
Despite everything, Naboo manages to force a smile. “I learned it - from the best - an’ don’t knock it, it’s working isn’t it?”
Howard pulls out, and does his best to slick himself with the wet on his hand, but he’s not sure it’ll be enough.
Vince looks up from nuzzling at Naboo’s chest. “Need a bit of help there, Howard?”
“Erm, well, I…” Vince is at Howard’s side before he can finish or even really start that sentence; he leans down and takes Howard in his mouth, rendering both of them speechless.
In a very few seconds, Howard is definitely wet enough. Vince kisses him, tasting of all three of them, and banishing any lingering doubts Howard might have had about his own state of readiness…
He finds the place with his fingers and eases himself in, grateful for the extra lubrication; Naboo whimpers and tenses, and then Howard can feel him trying to relax, moving slowly, taking Howard gradually deeper.
So this is what Number Six is like from the other side.
It’s unlike anything he’s ever felt before, but it’s turning him on, big-time: the tight heat around his cock, the supple movements of Naboo’s hips, Vince’s quiet words of encouragement, the mingled scents of their bodies.
Howard leans down, an elbow either side of Naboo’s face, caging him; the alien’s dark, shadowed eyes gaze up at him with hope and trust, and Vince is watching him too.
A sudden qualm runs through Howard. How can he possibly live up to this expectation? With his limited experience, how can he hope to succeed? And if he fails… it’ll be worse than if he’d never tried at all. Worse for all of them.
Naboo’s small hand caresses the nape of Howard’s neck. “ ’S’nice…” he murmurs, and pulls Howard down for a kiss.
“It’s gonna be fine, Howard.” Vince’s blue eyes are full of love.
Howard pulls himself together. Failure is not an option. Not while Naboo and Vince still believe in him.
Vince is stroking Naboo’s face, his throat, his hair. “How can I help, how can I make it good for you?”
“Don’t stop.” Naboo is shivering again. “Stay with me, keep me warm…”
Howard rocks his hips; he’s all the way in now, and it feels… Vince was right, it is like silk. And it is going to be fine.
Warmth is building in Howard’s groin; confidence in his heart.
But Naboo closes his eyes as though he no longer has the energy to keep them open.
“We’re losing him,” Vince whispers.
“No.” Howard palms Naboo’s cheek; kisses him fiercely. “Naboo, stay with me.”
Naboo’s eyelids flicker. “Sorry. Tuned out for a minute there... Howard… I don’t think I can do this.”
“Yes, you can. We can. We’re here for you, we won’t leave you. Whatever happens.”
“I can’t…”
“Come on, course you can, you’re Naboo, that’s who.” Vince shakes him by the shoulder. “An’ we love you.”
Naboo’s breath is coming short and harsh. “Sorry guys… I’ve never had to leave it… this late before… don’t know what I’m feelin’… ’cept scared…”
“Don’t be scared,” Howard tells him. “We’ve done being scared. Be selfish instead. I don’t know what exactly you need, but you do, so go ahead, take it.”
“I need -” Naboo shakes his head, unable to find the words.
“You need us to not be so gentle?” Vince asks.
“Not you - me. Howard, I don’t wanna hurt you…”
Howard draws a finger across the shaman’s lips, hushing him. “Doesn’t matter. Do whatever it takes. I mean it. Hit me, bite me, draw blood if you have to, whatever turns you on.”
“No, I didn’t mean that sort of hurt, I meant…”
He tilts his hips to change the angle, making Howard gasp and whine. The muscles inside are gripping him with cruel tightness in a very sensitive place.
“That’s good for you?” Howard says, when he can speak again.
Vince strokes Naboo’s hard nipples; traces the ebb-and-flow of blood under the skin of his chest. “Looks like it to me.”
“Yeah, that’s good,” Naboo murmurs, “that’s - oh.”
His back arches, and Howard can’t suppress a whimper as the muscles around him grow tighter.
Naboo looks up with concern. “Sorry.”
“No need.” Howard kisses him, looking into his eyes. “Don’t hold back. I’m fine. This is… amazing. I’ve never -”
“Howard?”
“Mmm?”
“You can stop talking now. I need to focus…”
Naboo’s eyelids fall closed again, a frown of concentration creasing his forehead as he moves with a slow, insistent rhythm against Howard’s aching erection.
Howard does his best to keep quiet, and match thrust for thrust as the tension builds. He’s no longer sure exactly what he’s feeling: pain and arousal in equal measure, agonizing, intoxicating, so intense he can hardly bear it.
He bites his lip, and tastes blood.
He wonders what Naboo is feeling; his pale, set face is giving little hint of the fierce battle that Howard knows he must be fighting, his very survival hanging by the slenderest of threads, only this tenuous connection with an alien species keeping him here at all.
The connection is real; Howard focuses on it, his senses heightened, alert to every tiny change in Naboo’s expression, every catch in his breathing, every twitch and shudder that tells Howard when to move faster or when to be still.
It is so hard to be still, when every nerve in his body is screaming at him to thrust into that slick tightness and be released.
Harder still to move, and not lose control.
But it’s working. He can feel it. They’re winning the battle. Howard grits his teeth, and hangs on, giving everything he can, hoping desperately that it will be enough…
A sudden spasm deep in Naboo’s body makes Howard draw a sharp breath of pain. Vince puts a warm hand on Howard’s lower back, rubbing gently.
Howard blows him a kiss and mouths “Thank you,” not wanting to break the silence.
Without thinking, Vince moves his hand, slides it down, into the cleft…
“Vince, no,” Howard hisses, but too late.
A surge of heat rushes through his over-sensitive cock as Vince’s finger slips, and touches him there.
No time to withdraw, even if he could; no way to hold back the inevitable.
“No - oh, no -” he presses his forehead to Naboo’s, and sobs in utter despair. “I’m sorry, I - I’m coming.”
Naboo’s eyes flicker open; unexpectedly, he smiles.
“ ’S’OK, Howard. So’m I.”
His thin chest heaves; he flings back his head and lets out a series of shrill yelps, like a seagull in the nesting season. Howard feels the alien muscles around him pulsing and contracting, squeezing his own climax almost painfully from him; then Naboo heaves a huge sigh and there is a sudden flood of warmth and wetness between their joined bodies, and Vince is kissing them both and saying “Howard, I’m so proud of you,” and Naboo is smiling and smiling but his face is shining with tears.
The pressure around Howard’s prick has mercifully eased, freeing him; he slides out and lies with his head on the shaman’s shoulder, feeling the small frail body beside him warming and relaxing as the aftershocks die away.
Vince is looking anxiously at them both. “Did it work?”
“Yeah.” Naboo wipes the back of his free hand across his eyes. “Close call, but… I’ll be OK now. Thanks.”
“No thanks to me. I almost blew it for you there…” Vince sniffs, and looks away.
“No harm done.” Howard pats him on the shoulder.
“Howard…” Vince sniffs again, and gets to his feet; he picks the duvet up off the floor and lays it back over the bed. “You’re all wet. I’ll get something to clean you both up, you just stay there an’ keep warm, back in a minute.”
He pads away down the passageway to the bathroom.
“Not surprised you’re wet. I’ve never peaked like that in my life. An’ to think I once suggested you might need owl beaks…” Naboo gives a shaky laugh.
“I’m glad we made it work,” Howard says.
Naboo hugs him tight. “So’m I.”
Howard buries his face in the curve of Naboo’s neck, and shuts his eyes. He's sticky and sweaty, his cock is throbbing painfully and he is utterly spent, but he doesn’t care. He’s proud of his evening’s work - of their evening’s work…
Naboo shifts his position, and Howard winces.
“You’re sore,” Naboo whispers. “I’m sorry.”
“Doesn’t matter. I’m just relieved I was able to… you know. I don’t have a lot of experience.”
There is a short silence. Howard can hear the tap running in the bathroom.
“Howard?”
“Yeah?”
“That wasn’t… that wasn’t your first time… was it?”
“Erm, well, I can’t lie to you, not after what we’ve just… it was my first time on top, yes.”
“You should’ve said.” Naboo sounds upset. “You should’ve told me. I wouldn’t have let you… an’ I hurt you, too… an’ Vince…”
“Vince is OK with it,” Vince says from the doorway. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
Naboo looks from one human to the other. “I’m so sorry, I took something special away from you…”
“You didn’t take anything we weren’t prepared to give. Isn’t that right, Vince?”
“Yeah. It was still special.” Vince puts a bowl of hot water down on the floor beside the bed. “An’ don’t worry, I’ll still be his first real boy. Now, let’s get you two sorted, you’re in a right mess here, and those sheets have had it.”
Vince cleans them both up, not even flinching at the spots of blood on the sheet where the cut on Naboo’s back has re-opened. “There, that’s better. Blimey, Naboolio, you didn’t tell us you’d flood the place...”
“It’s been a while. An’ I didn’t think that was gonna happen, anyway. I… er … I’m going to the bathroom,” Naboo mutters, scrambling off the bed and looking embarrassed.
Vince passes him a dressing gown. “You’ll come back after, yeah?”
Naboo looks at the floor, and shuffles his bare feet. “You’ll want to be on your own.”
“But you won’t, will you?”
“Won’t it be weird in the morning?”
“No, why should it be? An’ wakin’ up with Howard in the morning’s genius, he’s lovely, all crumpled and warm and just a bit grumpy. Everybody should wake up with Howard at least once.”
Naboo gives them a small nod. “OK then. Thanks.”
They watch the small figure make its way slightly unsteadily to the door, trying not to trip on the hem of the dressing gown.
“Grumpy?” Howard says, pretending to frown.
“Only a bit. An’ it’s a great excuse for me to cheer you up…” Vince kisses the frown-lines away.
“As if you needed an excuse.” Howard kisses him back, with love and gratitude.
As they are changing the sheets, Vince grins suddenly. “Hey, Howard?”
“What?”
“We did good tonight, didn’t we?”
“We certainly did, little man. We certainly did.”
Naboo comes back, still rather wobbly on his feet; he lets Vince fuss over him and tuck him into bed.
“What was that?” Howard thought he heard a faint click from the light fitting.
Vince shrugs. “Dunno, I didn’t hear anything.”
Howard flips the switch on his way back from the bathroom, just to check, but nothing happens.
Must’ve been imagining it.
He climbs back into bed and settles down in the welcome warmth.
Howard is dozing off, Naboo’s head nestled into his shoulder, when there is a sudden sharp ‘crack’ and a flash of green light.
A tall, black-clothed figure is standing at the foot of the bed; there is a rustle of feathers, and a faint smell of mothballs.
Vince whimpers in panic, and fumbles for the bedside lamp.
Howard prepares to plead for his life. He’s still got so much to give.
But Naboo doesn’t even bother to open his eyes as he says: “Oh, fuck off, Saboo.”
Summary: It’s all gone wrong, and Vince is in pieces
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: yet more alien biology TMI but I guess if you’re still reading you’re OK with it
Spoilers: There is a reason why I have used my pervy seagull icon for this chapter…
Length: so help me, about 3000 words
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters, I just borrow them to play with now and again (and again and again and again). For twisted love, not for profit
Notes: I am so sorry to have left you and Naboo teetering on the brink and unsatisfied for so long. Real life has a way of interfering with my fic right when I get to the bits I most want to write... As ever, concrit and pointing-out of mistakes is very much welcomed.
And I hope the next chapter won't take quite so long!
Enigma Variations
14 You told me that I would find…
“Vince, it’s OK. Don’t beat yourself up.”
For someone who is going to be dead very soon, Naboo sounds remarkably calm.
He strokes Vince’s tangled, tear-damp hair. “To be honest, I never really thought it would work, but it was nice anyway, took my mind off it… You were good.”
Vince sobs heartbrokenly into the pillow. “Not good enough - I’m so sorry, I couldn’t… An’ now you’re gonna die, and it’s my fault.”
Naboo sighs. “Well, yeah, I am, but it’s nobody’s fault, ’s just one of those things, an’ when it comes to the crunch I’m glad to be with… well… with someone who gives a fuck.” He looks at Howard. “With two people who give a fuck. We did our best, and now it’s over.”
Howard clears his throat, nervously. “It… erm… well, it might not be completely over.”
He hears Vince catch his breath.
Howard is still holding Naboo’s gaze, and suddenly there is the tiniest flash of peacock blue, a flicker of hope flitting across the corner of his mind’s eye, as the shaman too realises what Howard is saying.
But Naboo looks so fragile and exhausted…
“Only if you want.” Howard lays his hand over Naboo’s. “I mean, I’d like to try, but if you’ve had enough, if you just want to be left in peace…”
Naboo shakes his head, and links his cold fingers through Howard’s. “Don’t wanna give up yet, not while I’ve still got a chance. If you’re sure.”
“Course I am.”
“Genius!” Vince sits up, looking hopeful again already, and blows his nose on the corner of the sheet. “Howard, you’re a hero, an’ I love you. P’raps I can help?”
“Thanks, Vince.” Howard feels a rush of gratitude for Vince’s unselfishness. He looks at the unfamiliar shape of Naboo’s slender body; at the shadowy darkness between his thighs. “Erm… Could do with more light, for a start.”
“Not sure I can help you there, the main bulb’s gone.” Vince chews on his bottom lip. “We ain’t got a spare, an’ anyway… there’s no time. Here, try this.”
He tilts the bedside light so Howard can see a bit better. “Don’t worry,” he whispers confidingly in Howard’s ear, “he’s not much different from me, not really…”
Howard still hesitates, his resolve evaporating as rapidly as it came.
Naboo squeezes Howard’s hand. “Touch, look, whatever you want, if it helps. Just…”
“Get on with it?”
“Yeah.”
Howard takes a deep breath, and crawls down the bed until he’s between Naboo’s legs; then he lifts one of the little alien’s knees back, and looks.
Oh.
He’s never truly realised just how alien Naboo is. He is an odd, annoying, eccentric, short-arsed, unusual person, yes; but never before has Howard really thought of him as a different species. This, though - none of this is human…
Vince sits up, and comes to peer over Howard’s shoulder. “Lovely, isn’t it? So perfect, not a hair or a wrinkle. An’ all without cosmetic treatment. Genius.”
Howard looks again, and sees that Vince is right. The shaman’s body may be alien, but it is also subtle, elegant, beautiful.
And doomed, unless the Man of Action takes action soon. Howard draws a deep breath, and reaches out to touch; watching the play of colour below the cool, ivory-white skin as his fingertips caress it.
“Is… is this OK for you?”
“You’d know if it wasn’t.” Naboo sounds waspish; impatient. Understandable, given the circumstances. Howard glances anxiously at Vince.
“Go for it,” Vince whispers, his breath warm on Howard’s cheek. “You can do this. Start with Number Five-and-a-half, like the other day...” He takes hold of Howard’s wrist, and guides his hand to the right place, only it’s in slightly the wrong place. Howard is glad of the support. Neither threeways nor extraterrestrials had featured in any item on his mental checklist. He’d simply never imagined…
It’s smooth, and wet. His fingertip slips easily inside, and it feels more… well… human than he was expecting, although it’s all on rather a small scale.
It’s warmer than he was expecting, too, as though Naboo is now concentrating every scrap of energy his body’s still able to produce, focusing it here, in the secret heart of him, trying desperately to keep the flickering spark of life from going out.
Howard presses deeper in, trying to waste no time but not go too fast, with Vince murmuring encouragement and helpful hints in his ear.
A deep shudder runs through Naboo. “Please…”
“Not long now.” Howard adds a second finger, feeling his own arousal growing. “Hang in there, I just need to make some room, I’ll be as quick as I can.”
He brushes against a tiny oval knot of flesh, drawing a high-pitched wail from Naboo’s throat.
“Sweet spot,” Vince whispers.
Naboo arches his back, frantically trying to get more contact.
Howard’s mouth is dry with anxiety. “Try to stay still, it’s much harder for me to feel what’s what if you’re thrashing about, I’m worried I’ll hurt you.”
“It’s alright, Naboolio.” Vince presses his lips swiftly to Howard’s cheek, then lies down again beside Naboo, and strokes his hair. “Alright, sweetheart, not much longer, let’s try to keep it together, eh? Give the big man a chance. He’ll be worth waiting for, just relax, make it easier on both of you…” He cradles the little shaman against his side, soothing him with gentle kisses. “There. That’s better. This is gonna be genius, I know it…”
Vince’s ramblings are comforting, and they seem to be calming Naboo down too. Howard slides a third finger in, stretching the tight muscles and brushing against another sensitive spot.
“Oh.”
“Sorry.”
“Nothin’ to be sorry for. Stop - oh - bein’ so fuckin’ careful…”
“I don’t want to hurt you.” Howard looks at where his hand is; looks at his own stiffened cock. He feels too big, too hairy and clumsy.
“You won’t, I - I’m tougher than I look. Please. Just - just fuck me.”
Howard hears Vince stifle a giggle, and shakes his head. “Your chat-up technique…”
Despite everything, Naboo manages to force a smile. “I learned it - from the best - an’ don’t knock it, it’s working isn’t it?”
Howard pulls out, and does his best to slick himself with the wet on his hand, but he’s not sure it’ll be enough.
Vince looks up from nuzzling at Naboo’s chest. “Need a bit of help there, Howard?”
“Erm, well, I…” Vince is at Howard’s side before he can finish or even really start that sentence; he leans down and takes Howard in his mouth, rendering both of them speechless.
In a very few seconds, Howard is definitely wet enough. Vince kisses him, tasting of all three of them, and banishing any lingering doubts Howard might have had about his own state of readiness…
He finds the place with his fingers and eases himself in, grateful for the extra lubrication; Naboo whimpers and tenses, and then Howard can feel him trying to relax, moving slowly, taking Howard gradually deeper.
So this is what Number Six is like from the other side.
It’s unlike anything he’s ever felt before, but it’s turning him on, big-time: the tight heat around his cock, the supple movements of Naboo’s hips, Vince’s quiet words of encouragement, the mingled scents of their bodies.
Howard leans down, an elbow either side of Naboo’s face, caging him; the alien’s dark, shadowed eyes gaze up at him with hope and trust, and Vince is watching him too.
A sudden qualm runs through Howard. How can he possibly live up to this expectation? With his limited experience, how can he hope to succeed? And if he fails… it’ll be worse than if he’d never tried at all. Worse for all of them.
Naboo’s small hand caresses the nape of Howard’s neck. “ ’S’nice…” he murmurs, and pulls Howard down for a kiss.
“It’s gonna be fine, Howard.” Vince’s blue eyes are full of love.
Howard pulls himself together. Failure is not an option. Not while Naboo and Vince still believe in him.
Vince is stroking Naboo’s face, his throat, his hair. “How can I help, how can I make it good for you?”
“Don’t stop.” Naboo is shivering again. “Stay with me, keep me warm…”
Howard rocks his hips; he’s all the way in now, and it feels… Vince was right, it is like silk. And it is going to be fine.
Warmth is building in Howard’s groin; confidence in his heart.
But Naboo closes his eyes as though he no longer has the energy to keep them open.
“We’re losing him,” Vince whispers.
“No.” Howard palms Naboo’s cheek; kisses him fiercely. “Naboo, stay with me.”
Naboo’s eyelids flicker. “Sorry. Tuned out for a minute there... Howard… I don’t think I can do this.”
“Yes, you can. We can. We’re here for you, we won’t leave you. Whatever happens.”
“I can’t…”
“Come on, course you can, you’re Naboo, that’s who.” Vince shakes him by the shoulder. “An’ we love you.”
Naboo’s breath is coming short and harsh. “Sorry guys… I’ve never had to leave it… this late before… don’t know what I’m feelin’… ’cept scared…”
“Don’t be scared,” Howard tells him. “We’ve done being scared. Be selfish instead. I don’t know what exactly you need, but you do, so go ahead, take it.”
“I need -” Naboo shakes his head, unable to find the words.
“You need us to not be so gentle?” Vince asks.
“Not you - me. Howard, I don’t wanna hurt you…”
Howard draws a finger across the shaman’s lips, hushing him. “Doesn’t matter. Do whatever it takes. I mean it. Hit me, bite me, draw blood if you have to, whatever turns you on.”
“No, I didn’t mean that sort of hurt, I meant…”
He tilts his hips to change the angle, making Howard gasp and whine. The muscles inside are gripping him with cruel tightness in a very sensitive place.
“That’s good for you?” Howard says, when he can speak again.
Vince strokes Naboo’s hard nipples; traces the ebb-and-flow of blood under the skin of his chest. “Looks like it to me.”
“Yeah, that’s good,” Naboo murmurs, “that’s - oh.”
His back arches, and Howard can’t suppress a whimper as the muscles around him grow tighter.
Naboo looks up with concern. “Sorry.”
“No need.” Howard kisses him, looking into his eyes. “Don’t hold back. I’m fine. This is… amazing. I’ve never -”
“Howard?”
“Mmm?”
“You can stop talking now. I need to focus…”
Naboo’s eyelids fall closed again, a frown of concentration creasing his forehead as he moves with a slow, insistent rhythm against Howard’s aching erection.
Howard does his best to keep quiet, and match thrust for thrust as the tension builds. He’s no longer sure exactly what he’s feeling: pain and arousal in equal measure, agonizing, intoxicating, so intense he can hardly bear it.
He bites his lip, and tastes blood.
He wonders what Naboo is feeling; his pale, set face is giving little hint of the fierce battle that Howard knows he must be fighting, his very survival hanging by the slenderest of threads, only this tenuous connection with an alien species keeping him here at all.
The connection is real; Howard focuses on it, his senses heightened, alert to every tiny change in Naboo’s expression, every catch in his breathing, every twitch and shudder that tells Howard when to move faster or when to be still.
It is so hard to be still, when every nerve in his body is screaming at him to thrust into that slick tightness and be released.
Harder still to move, and not lose control.
But it’s working. He can feel it. They’re winning the battle. Howard grits his teeth, and hangs on, giving everything he can, hoping desperately that it will be enough…
A sudden spasm deep in Naboo’s body makes Howard draw a sharp breath of pain. Vince puts a warm hand on Howard’s lower back, rubbing gently.
Howard blows him a kiss and mouths “Thank you,” not wanting to break the silence.
Without thinking, Vince moves his hand, slides it down, into the cleft…
“Vince, no,” Howard hisses, but too late.
A surge of heat rushes through his over-sensitive cock as Vince’s finger slips, and touches him there.
No time to withdraw, even if he could; no way to hold back the inevitable.
“No - oh, no -” he presses his forehead to Naboo’s, and sobs in utter despair. “I’m sorry, I - I’m coming.”
Naboo’s eyes flicker open; unexpectedly, he smiles.
“ ’S’OK, Howard. So’m I.”
His thin chest heaves; he flings back his head and lets out a series of shrill yelps, like a seagull in the nesting season. Howard feels the alien muscles around him pulsing and contracting, squeezing his own climax almost painfully from him; then Naboo heaves a huge sigh and there is a sudden flood of warmth and wetness between their joined bodies, and Vince is kissing them both and saying “Howard, I’m so proud of you,” and Naboo is smiling and smiling but his face is shining with tears.
The pressure around Howard’s prick has mercifully eased, freeing him; he slides out and lies with his head on the shaman’s shoulder, feeling the small frail body beside him warming and relaxing as the aftershocks die away.
Vince is looking anxiously at them both. “Did it work?”
“Yeah.” Naboo wipes the back of his free hand across his eyes. “Close call, but… I’ll be OK now. Thanks.”
“No thanks to me. I almost blew it for you there…” Vince sniffs, and looks away.
“No harm done.” Howard pats him on the shoulder.
“Howard…” Vince sniffs again, and gets to his feet; he picks the duvet up off the floor and lays it back over the bed. “You’re all wet. I’ll get something to clean you both up, you just stay there an’ keep warm, back in a minute.”
He pads away down the passageway to the bathroom.
“Not surprised you’re wet. I’ve never peaked like that in my life. An’ to think I once suggested you might need owl beaks…” Naboo gives a shaky laugh.
“I’m glad we made it work,” Howard says.
Naboo hugs him tight. “So’m I.”
Howard buries his face in the curve of Naboo’s neck, and shuts his eyes. He's sticky and sweaty, his cock is throbbing painfully and he is utterly spent, but he doesn’t care. He’s proud of his evening’s work - of their evening’s work…
Naboo shifts his position, and Howard winces.
“You’re sore,” Naboo whispers. “I’m sorry.”
“Doesn’t matter. I’m just relieved I was able to… you know. I don’t have a lot of experience.”
There is a short silence. Howard can hear the tap running in the bathroom.
“Howard?”
“Yeah?”
“That wasn’t… that wasn’t your first time… was it?”
“Erm, well, I can’t lie to you, not after what we’ve just… it was my first time on top, yes.”
“You should’ve said.” Naboo sounds upset. “You should’ve told me. I wouldn’t have let you… an’ I hurt you, too… an’ Vince…”
“Vince is OK with it,” Vince says from the doorway. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
Naboo looks from one human to the other. “I’m so sorry, I took something special away from you…”
“You didn’t take anything we weren’t prepared to give. Isn’t that right, Vince?”
“Yeah. It was still special.” Vince puts a bowl of hot water down on the floor beside the bed. “An’ don’t worry, I’ll still be his first real boy. Now, let’s get you two sorted, you’re in a right mess here, and those sheets have had it.”
Vince cleans them both up, not even flinching at the spots of blood on the sheet where the cut on Naboo’s back has re-opened. “There, that’s better. Blimey, Naboolio, you didn’t tell us you’d flood the place...”
“It’s been a while. An’ I didn’t think that was gonna happen, anyway. I… er … I’m going to the bathroom,” Naboo mutters, scrambling off the bed and looking embarrassed.
Vince passes him a dressing gown. “You’ll come back after, yeah?”
Naboo looks at the floor, and shuffles his bare feet. “You’ll want to be on your own.”
“But you won’t, will you?”
“Won’t it be weird in the morning?”
“No, why should it be? An’ wakin’ up with Howard in the morning’s genius, he’s lovely, all crumpled and warm and just a bit grumpy. Everybody should wake up with Howard at least once.”
Naboo gives them a small nod. “OK then. Thanks.”
They watch the small figure make its way slightly unsteadily to the door, trying not to trip on the hem of the dressing gown.
“Grumpy?” Howard says, pretending to frown.
“Only a bit. An’ it’s a great excuse for me to cheer you up…” Vince kisses the frown-lines away.
“As if you needed an excuse.” Howard kisses him back, with love and gratitude.
As they are changing the sheets, Vince grins suddenly. “Hey, Howard?”
“What?”
“We did good tonight, didn’t we?”
“We certainly did, little man. We certainly did.”
Naboo comes back, still rather wobbly on his feet; he lets Vince fuss over him and tuck him into bed.
“What was that?” Howard thought he heard a faint click from the light fitting.
Vince shrugs. “Dunno, I didn’t hear anything.”
Howard flips the switch on his way back from the bathroom, just to check, but nothing happens.
Must’ve been imagining it.
He climbs back into bed and settles down in the welcome warmth.
Howard is dozing off, Naboo’s head nestled into his shoulder, when there is a sudden sharp ‘crack’ and a flash of green light.
A tall, black-clothed figure is standing at the foot of the bed; there is a rustle of feathers, and a faint smell of mothballs.
Vince whimpers in panic, and fumbles for the bedside lamp.
Howard prepares to plead for his life. He’s still got so much to give.
But Naboo doesn’t even bother to open his eyes as he says: “Oh, fuck off, Saboo.”