One Night Part 5
Title: One Night
Author: Concupid
Pairing: Howard/Vince
Rating: NC-17 for safety.
Warnings: sex, language
Summary: Howard and Vince talk. Eventually.
Author’s note: It’s been a while! I got really stuck on the last chapter, but suddenly the boys decided to cooperate. I hope it was worth the wait.
Vince was normally pleased to see Naboo and Bollo, but he’d rather hoped they would be out of the flat when he and Howard arrived.
“All right?, Naboo. Bollo,” Vince called out in what he hoped was a cheery tone.
“Bollo smell sweat and semen. Have a bad feeling about this.”
“Have the two of you been shagging?” Naboo asked. “Don’t bother lying. I’m a shaman? Bollo, grab the ledger and see who’s won the pool.”
Vince and Howard stood frozen as Naboo reviewed the numbers.
“Saboo said two years from the day they moved into the same room for a blow job. Dennis has two and a half years for a bumming. Kurt has two years for ass play… Guys,” Naboo said as he beckoned them over. “Help us get this sorted. What did you do on the list? I want to make sure everyone is paid properly.”
Howard looked ready to give a lecture, but instead he just pointed to the appropriate boxes before turning to Vince, “Maybe we should go upstairs and talk.”
Bollo groaned as if in pain, “My precious Vince.”
Vince wanted to know more about the betting pool, but he followed Howard up the stairs. He tried to prepare himself for whatever it was that Howard would say. It was a given he would over-react to some imagined problem; it was only a question of what form would his over-reaction take? A fight? A song? A two week trip to Denmark?
Vince was pleasantly surprised when Howard pulled him into their bedroom and kissed him.
“I thought you wanted to talk,” Vince teased when Howard moved to his neck.
“Later.”
Vince let himself be steered towards the nearest bed, Vince’s. Something about Howard’s response bothered him, but there wasn’t a lot of blood heading towards his brain and it was hard to think straight.
Howard was getting better at getting Vince naked. This time, Vince was determined to get Howard out of his clothes as well. They’d had sex twice and Vince still hadn’t seen him fully naked during sex.
Once their clothes were on the floor, Howard guided Vince to lie face down on the bed. Vince was caught off-guard when Howard began drizzling lubricant in the crack of his arse. He was surprised Howard was moving so quickly, and even more surprised Howard had his own lube.
He prepared himself to be entered, but instead, when Howard draped himself over Vince’s back, he simply rubbed himself on Vince’s backside. Having Howard so close to where he was meant to be was a surprising tease. It was the sexual equivalent to individually wrapped candies. He was so close to having his sweetie but there was still the tiniest barrier…
“Are you thinking about candy?” Howard asked. Vince panicked and felt guilty for a moment before he realized Howard was probably just teasing him.
Vince gave an exaggerated moan, “I want that Bounty bar inside me.”
Howard chuckled into Vince’s shoulder, but he never stopped stroking himself between Vince’s arse cheeks. Vince tried to prepare himself for when Howard would try to slip the head of his cock inside, but the teasing continued until Vince began to feel desperate.
“I’m ready,” Vince whimpered. “You can go inside me, now.”
“This is good,” Howard whispered. “This is brilliant, actually. I don’t have to… I know you might be feeling a little sensitive there…”
He was feeling very sensitive there and Howard’s erect cock sliding over his stretched entrance was maddening. He was about to tell Howard to stick it in when a thought popped into his head and tumbled out of his treacherous mouth.
“Is this was Lid did to you?”
Howard froze for a moment.
“Well, you see… Yes.”
Howard had stopped all movement, so Vince wiggled his arse to let him know they were nowhere near done. Howard was hesitant as he resumed sliding himself between Vince’s cheeks.
Vince tried to turn his brain off, but he couldn’t stop trying to picture Lid (his brain lazily cast Harold Boon as Lid for the sake of the fantasy) rubbing his dick on Howard’s ass.
“Was he wearing a johnny?” Vince asked. “Where did he come?”
Howard again hesitated. “He did at first but… on my back.”
Vince’s eyes widened at the image. When they met, Howard seemed like a regular guy. He was awkward around women, but Vince figured he did all right when he had a few beers in him. Then he had a few beers with Howard and realized his colleague was a complete mental case. Howard didn’t see women, he saw potential lives and he immediately tried to twist himself into whatever shape he thought would make the perfect stranger/his potential life partner happy. That Howard considered himself a virgin was surprising only in that Vince assumed someone at some point (Eleanor certainly) had put Howard’s eagerness to good use.
Of course, Howard said he didn’t “go through with it” with Lid. If letting someone hump his ass and jizz on his back didn’t count as sex to Howard, he might have gotten up to all kinds of freaky deaky sex that he just didn’t count as real.
“Has anyone ever sucked your cock? Not including me?” Vince asked.
“Um… Not really?”
“Have you gone down on someone?”
“I wouldn’t say that I’ve…”
“Have you fingered someone?”
“That’s a strange question…”
“Have you been fingered?”
“Well… Couldn’t I just fill out a survey later on?”
“I need to know. Have you fucked anyone?”
“No.”
“Have you been fucked?”
“No.”
Vince could sort through Howard’s vague responses later.
Howard gave a weak laugh, “I feel like I just took a test. How did I do? If I’d had time for revision…”
“I just want to know what matters to you,” Vince explained, though he did not expect Howard to understand. Howard was still half draped across his back but not moving, except for the occasional twitch of his cock against Vince’s ass.
“Hey, Little Man… You know this means something to me, right? You mean something to me.”
“You wearing a johnny?” Vince asked. Howard didn’t answer. The room was silent save for the sound of Howard rummaging through a drawer and finally ripping open a foil packet.
“Vince…”
When Howard didn’t respond, Vince looked back to find Howard stroking his cock through the condom as he stared at the poster of David Bowie above Vince’s bed.
“Something wrong, Howard?” Vince suddenly felt nervous and it made him want to laugh.
Howard jumped and then began fussing with his hair and mustache. Howard looked ready to deliver a speech, but when he opened his mouth, no words came out.
“What’s wrong, Howard?” Vince sat up and did his best to establish eye contact with the Northerner. It was tough at the best of times, but it was especially difficult when Vince was sitting on the bed and Howard was standing at full height.
Howard shifted about before speaking.
“Vince, I know that you and I are very different people…”
Vince erupted in nervous giggles.
“Do you mind?” Howard snapped. “I’m trying to make a declaration here. Can we save the laughter for Colobos?”
Vince instinctively glanced at the clock.
“Calm down, Chewy Teeth. We’ve got an hour.”
Vince reached out for Howard’s hand, “Thanks, Howard.”
“For knowing when Colobos is on?”
“For understanding me.” Vince wanted to say more, but he couldn’t articulate his feelings. That was never his strong suit.
“I do understand you,” Howard said. “Well… maybe understand isn’t the word…”
“Thanks for accepting me,” Vince said. Accepting was the more accurate word. That’s what he and Howard had. They accepted one another. Alone, they were a couple of oddballs, but they worked as a team. No one thought Vince was cool before they saw him next to Howard.
“Thanks for accepting me, back,” Howard said in a quiet, low voice that Vince felt between his legs. He reached out and stroked Howard’s softening cock. He smiled at how it twitched in his hands. He looked at Howard, with his eye liner and styled hair, and felt something click.
“I do accept you, Howard. I love you. You don’t have to wear make-up or product in your hair or go to trendy parties or have sex in bathrooms to make me happy. If you want to be with me, you can wear corduroy and we can do it on a pile of books with jazz music playing. All that matters is I’m with you.”
Howard smiled, “Don’t be ridiculous. You’re allergic to jazz and books. Your neck would go all big.”
Vince lay down with his legs spread.
“Come here, Howard.”
“You don’t have to be so accommodating for me,” Howard said as he climbed onto the bed. “You don’t have to try and be sexy or pretend to love something that doesn’t feel good. I want to make you feel good. I know I can be a bit… brittle…”
Vince laughed out loud, but Howard smiled instead of looking angry.
“My ego is made of crackers and aged parchment paper, but I want to be good to you. I want to be good for you.”
Vince pulled Howard close and helped him line up his cock. When Howard entered him, they both moaned and then they both laughed, and when Vince felt a stab of pain, he asked Howard to slow down. Howard gently kissed Vince until he was able to relax. Vince wrapped his legs around Howard and held him tight as they made love. When they were done, they held one another and whispered a mix of endearment and silly jokes until it was time to watch Colobos.
As he snuggled into Howard’s warm embrace to watch the best crab-based telly show to ever come out of the BBC, Vince was amazed at the simplicity of it all. For so many years, he and Howard had loved one another and utterly failed to figure out how to transition into something more intimate.
“I love you, Howard.” He said it because he could.
Howard gave Vince’s arm a squeeze. “I love you too, Little Man.”
In all their efforts to try and understand love, sex and commitment, Vince could now see how they had lost track of the only thing that mattered: Howard and Vince were a double act. Where one went the other followed.
“No more solo missions,” Vince suggested as he pulled Howard’s arm tighter around him.
His voice was quiet, but Vince heard everything he ever needed to hear in Howard’s tremulous tone.
“Thank God.”
Author: Concupid
Pairing: Howard/Vince
Rating: NC-17 for safety.
Warnings: sex, language
Summary: Howard and Vince talk. Eventually.
Author’s note: It’s been a while! I got really stuck on the last chapter, but suddenly the boys decided to cooperate. I hope it was worth the wait.
Vince was normally pleased to see Naboo and Bollo, but he’d rather hoped they would be out of the flat when he and Howard arrived.
“All right?, Naboo. Bollo,” Vince called out in what he hoped was a cheery tone.
“Bollo smell sweat and semen. Have a bad feeling about this.”
“Have the two of you been shagging?” Naboo asked. “Don’t bother lying. I’m a shaman? Bollo, grab the ledger and see who’s won the pool.”
Vince and Howard stood frozen as Naboo reviewed the numbers.
“Saboo said two years from the day they moved into the same room for a blow job. Dennis has two and a half years for a bumming. Kurt has two years for ass play… Guys,” Naboo said as he beckoned them over. “Help us get this sorted. What did you do on the list? I want to make sure everyone is paid properly.”
Howard looked ready to give a lecture, but instead he just pointed to the appropriate boxes before turning to Vince, “Maybe we should go upstairs and talk.”
Bollo groaned as if in pain, “My precious Vince.”
Vince wanted to know more about the betting pool, but he followed Howard up the stairs. He tried to prepare himself for whatever it was that Howard would say. It was a given he would over-react to some imagined problem; it was only a question of what form would his over-reaction take? A fight? A song? A two week trip to Denmark?
Vince was pleasantly surprised when Howard pulled him into their bedroom and kissed him.
“I thought you wanted to talk,” Vince teased when Howard moved to his neck.
“Later.”
Vince let himself be steered towards the nearest bed, Vince’s. Something about Howard’s response bothered him, but there wasn’t a lot of blood heading towards his brain and it was hard to think straight.
Howard was getting better at getting Vince naked. This time, Vince was determined to get Howard out of his clothes as well. They’d had sex twice and Vince still hadn’t seen him fully naked during sex.
Once their clothes were on the floor, Howard guided Vince to lie face down on the bed. Vince was caught off-guard when Howard began drizzling lubricant in the crack of his arse. He was surprised Howard was moving so quickly, and even more surprised Howard had his own lube.
He prepared himself to be entered, but instead, when Howard draped himself over Vince’s back, he simply rubbed himself on Vince’s backside. Having Howard so close to where he was meant to be was a surprising tease. It was the sexual equivalent to individually wrapped candies. He was so close to having his sweetie but there was still the tiniest barrier…
“Are you thinking about candy?” Howard asked. Vince panicked and felt guilty for a moment before he realized Howard was probably just teasing him.
Vince gave an exaggerated moan, “I want that Bounty bar inside me.”
Howard chuckled into Vince’s shoulder, but he never stopped stroking himself between Vince’s arse cheeks. Vince tried to prepare himself for when Howard would try to slip the head of his cock inside, but the teasing continued until Vince began to feel desperate.
“I’m ready,” Vince whimpered. “You can go inside me, now.”
“This is good,” Howard whispered. “This is brilliant, actually. I don’t have to… I know you might be feeling a little sensitive there…”
He was feeling very sensitive there and Howard’s erect cock sliding over his stretched entrance was maddening. He was about to tell Howard to stick it in when a thought popped into his head and tumbled out of his treacherous mouth.
“Is this was Lid did to you?”
Howard froze for a moment.
“Well, you see… Yes.”
Howard had stopped all movement, so Vince wiggled his arse to let him know they were nowhere near done. Howard was hesitant as he resumed sliding himself between Vince’s cheeks.
Vince tried to turn his brain off, but he couldn’t stop trying to picture Lid (his brain lazily cast Harold Boon as Lid for the sake of the fantasy) rubbing his dick on Howard’s ass.
“Was he wearing a johnny?” Vince asked. “Where did he come?”
Howard again hesitated. “He did at first but… on my back.”
Vince’s eyes widened at the image. When they met, Howard seemed like a regular guy. He was awkward around women, but Vince figured he did all right when he had a few beers in him. Then he had a few beers with Howard and realized his colleague was a complete mental case. Howard didn’t see women, he saw potential lives and he immediately tried to twist himself into whatever shape he thought would make the perfect stranger/his potential life partner happy. That Howard considered himself a virgin was surprising only in that Vince assumed someone at some point (Eleanor certainly) had put Howard’s eagerness to good use.
Of course, Howard said he didn’t “go through with it” with Lid. If letting someone hump his ass and jizz on his back didn’t count as sex to Howard, he might have gotten up to all kinds of freaky deaky sex that he just didn’t count as real.
“Has anyone ever sucked your cock? Not including me?” Vince asked.
“Um… Not really?”
“Have you gone down on someone?”
“I wouldn’t say that I’ve…”
“Have you fingered someone?”
“That’s a strange question…”
“Have you been fingered?”
“Well… Couldn’t I just fill out a survey later on?”
“I need to know. Have you fucked anyone?”
“No.”
“Have you been fucked?”
“No.”
Vince could sort through Howard’s vague responses later.
Howard gave a weak laugh, “I feel like I just took a test. How did I do? If I’d had time for revision…”
“I just want to know what matters to you,” Vince explained, though he did not expect Howard to understand. Howard was still half draped across his back but not moving, except for the occasional twitch of his cock against Vince’s ass.
“Hey, Little Man… You know this means something to me, right? You mean something to me.”
“You wearing a johnny?” Vince asked. Howard didn’t answer. The room was silent save for the sound of Howard rummaging through a drawer and finally ripping open a foil packet.
“Vince…”
When Howard didn’t respond, Vince looked back to find Howard stroking his cock through the condom as he stared at the poster of David Bowie above Vince’s bed.
“Something wrong, Howard?” Vince suddenly felt nervous and it made him want to laugh.
Howard jumped and then began fussing with his hair and mustache. Howard looked ready to deliver a speech, but when he opened his mouth, no words came out.
“What’s wrong, Howard?” Vince sat up and did his best to establish eye contact with the Northerner. It was tough at the best of times, but it was especially difficult when Vince was sitting on the bed and Howard was standing at full height.
Howard shifted about before speaking.
“Vince, I know that you and I are very different people…”
Vince erupted in nervous giggles.
“Do you mind?” Howard snapped. “I’m trying to make a declaration here. Can we save the laughter for Colobos?”
Vince instinctively glanced at the clock.
“Calm down, Chewy Teeth. We’ve got an hour.”
Vince reached out for Howard’s hand, “Thanks, Howard.”
“For knowing when Colobos is on?”
“For understanding me.” Vince wanted to say more, but he couldn’t articulate his feelings. That was never his strong suit.
“I do understand you,” Howard said. “Well… maybe understand isn’t the word…”
“Thanks for accepting me,” Vince said. Accepting was the more accurate word. That’s what he and Howard had. They accepted one another. Alone, they were a couple of oddballs, but they worked as a team. No one thought Vince was cool before they saw him next to Howard.
“Thanks for accepting me, back,” Howard said in a quiet, low voice that Vince felt between his legs. He reached out and stroked Howard’s softening cock. He smiled at how it twitched in his hands. He looked at Howard, with his eye liner and styled hair, and felt something click.
“I do accept you, Howard. I love you. You don’t have to wear make-up or product in your hair or go to trendy parties or have sex in bathrooms to make me happy. If you want to be with me, you can wear corduroy and we can do it on a pile of books with jazz music playing. All that matters is I’m with you.”
Howard smiled, “Don’t be ridiculous. You’re allergic to jazz and books. Your neck would go all big.”
Vince lay down with his legs spread.
“Come here, Howard.”
“You don’t have to be so accommodating for me,” Howard said as he climbed onto the bed. “You don’t have to try and be sexy or pretend to love something that doesn’t feel good. I want to make you feel good. I know I can be a bit… brittle…”
Vince laughed out loud, but Howard smiled instead of looking angry.
“My ego is made of crackers and aged parchment paper, but I want to be good to you. I want to be good for you.”
Vince pulled Howard close and helped him line up his cock. When Howard entered him, they both moaned and then they both laughed, and when Vince felt a stab of pain, he asked Howard to slow down. Howard gently kissed Vince until he was able to relax. Vince wrapped his legs around Howard and held him tight as they made love. When they were done, they held one another and whispered a mix of endearment and silly jokes until it was time to watch Colobos.
As he snuggled into Howard’s warm embrace to watch the best crab-based telly show to ever come out of the BBC, Vince was amazed at the simplicity of it all. For so many years, he and Howard had loved one another and utterly failed to figure out how to transition into something more intimate.
“I love you, Howard.” He said it because he could.
Howard gave Vince’s arm a squeeze. “I love you too, Little Man.”
In all their efforts to try and understand love, sex and commitment, Vince could now see how they had lost track of the only thing that mattered: Howard and Vince were a double act. Where one went the other followed.
“No more solo missions,” Vince suggested as he pulled Howard’s arm tighter around him.
His voice was quiet, but Vince heard everything he ever needed to hear in Howard’s tremulous tone.
“Thank God.”