Bent 15

Jan 08, 2015 18:06

Title:  Bent
Author: Concupid
Pairing:  Howard/Vince
Rating: NC-17
Warning: explicit sex
Summary:  Howard tries to put his new insight into Vince to good use.
Author’s note:  This chapter was planned differently, but I must go where my muse takes me and just finish the story in the next chapter!  Bluey, I hope you have found this story to be properly diverting, even if I went off on a few tangents.  :^)

If for no other reason, Howard was grateful he’d taken his turn as a top so he could learn how to properly bottom.  Rather than lie passively still, Vince had moaned and squirmed and used every muscle in his body to show Howard what he liked. Howard nearly forgot to be nervous in the face of Vince’s unrestrained enthusiasm.  He’d been afraid Vince would be silently seething as he folded his hands over his chest and thought of the queen, but instead he’d thrown himself whole-heartedly into the experience despite his past disappointments.  Howard was aware before leaving camp that Vince might feign enthusiasm for bottoming just to build up Howard’s confidence, and he’d felt Vince’s machinations as he begged to be fucked when Howard knew damn well he was lukewarm about the act at best.  Howard had already prepared himself to be pushed into the role of the “man” as Vince continued to try and come to terms with his abandonment issues.  Howard had done his best for years to pretend to be a strong, brave and powerful man for Vince only to realize Vince liked him precisely because he was boring and non-threatening.  Vince needed a man in his life who was not dangerous or unpredictable.  He needed a stable, dull and nearly impotent man who wouldn’t let him down or desert him.

Howard had struggled for a few hours with the realization before deciding that it wasn’t a bad thing to be appreciated as the sum of his flaws.  Howard wasn’t the man he’d always wanted to be, but he was someone that made Vince feel safe and that was something.  He just needed to find a way to prove he didn’t have to be a eunuch to be trustworthy.  Just because he wasn’t going to be out there chasing other partners didn’t mean he couldn’t be a powder keg of sexual excitement within the confines of a monogamous relationship.

He wasn’t entirely sure how to go about demonstrating his combustible sexuality, but he finally felt confident that he’d be able to work it out with Vince.

He’d made Vince quiver.  He felt like a god.

Vince moaned before opening his eyes.  Howard watched his expression go from confused to coquettish.  He wondered what was behind Vince’s flirtatious eyes.  He’d already lost a great deal of the intuition that had come with the genderswap magic, but he couldn’t forget what he’d seen.  Vince had a world of anger and fear inside him that he hid with silly jokes and seemingly easy smiles.

“Chili done yet?” Vince purred as he pressed his body to Howard’s.

“Naboo keeps saying another fifteen minutes,” Howard explained.  “He’s been saying that for an hour.”

“Have you just been lying here all that time?” Vince asked.  “You could have woken me up.”

“I figured you needed your rest,” Howard said with what he hoped was a rakish smile.  Vince moaned and pressed his erection to Howard’s leg.

“I think I’m ready for a bit more Moon magic.  Take a shower with me?”

Howard grabbed Vince and carried him into the bathroom.  The sweat from their earlier session seemed to be undoing the purifying effects of the River of Reflection.  Howard’s hair was looking greasy and Vince’s hair was standing up.  They were also getting a bit wiffy.

Vince took charge in his subtle way.  He leaned on Howard and gazed up at him like Howard was a hundred feet tall, but Howard was aware that Vince was steering them in and out of the water and making sure they were both fully doused.  He wondered how he’d never noticed Vince’s ability to quietly take charge while seeming to be docile.

Vince and Howard washed each other thoroughly.  Howard soaped every inch of Vince, even daring a soapy finger between his arse cheeks.

Vince groaned.

“You can fuck me right here, Howard,” Vince whispered.

Howard went red at the idea and couldn’t deny that it was intriguing, but he also knew it was far too advanced for his skill level.  Instead, he dropped to his knees and eagerly mouthed Vince’s cock and balls as the younger man tugged at his hair.

“Fucking hell, Howard,” he whispered before turning his back to Howard and spreading his legs.  “I want you.”

Howard stayed on his knees and caressed Vince’s lovely backside.  When he again slid a finger inside, Vince moaned and pressed back onto Howard’s finger.

But Howard knew a thing or two about Vince.  He could see that Vince wasn’t twitching and panting the way he had been right before Howard entered him.  He could tell Vince was pushing things along rather than getting lost in the moment.  Howard replaced his fingers with his tongue and soon enough, Vince was swearing and shaking and looking ready to collapse.  He was sweetly passive as Howard dragged him back to their bedroom.  Howard grabbed the lubricant he’d used earlier, but hesitated.  He wasn’t Vince.  Being sexy didn’t come naturally to Howard Moon.

“Get me wet,” Vince purred as he lay on his back with his legs spread.  He ran his hand down his chest and stroked his own cock.  Everything about him seemed unguarded and at ease.

“I thought maybe… you could give me a hand,” Howard explained awkwardly.  He felt painfully self-conscious as he rubbed the lubricant over his own entrance, but he was eager to show Vince that he was learning.  He slipped a finger inside himself and was surprised by how good it felt.

“Oh, Howard,” Vince sighed before kissing him gently on the lips.

Howard worked in a second finger, but he kept his eyes squeezed closed so he had no idea how Vince was reacting.  He tried to arch his back a little to look a bit more lithe, but pulling shapes was never his skill.

“Christy,” Vince whispered as he climbed on top of Howard.  “I love you so much,” he whispered as he gently pulled Howard’s hand out of the way.  Vince pulled Howard’s legs onto his shoulders and entered him slowly, making each inch a torturous process.  Howard was hyperaware of how his body was responding and adapting and it all seemed delightfully obscene.

“So good,” Howard whispered.  He wanted Vince to know he was enjoying himself, but he felt a little awkward about letting Naboo and Bollo in on it.  He couldn’t think of anything helpful to say, so he said, “You’re amazing.”

Vince gave him a long and tender kiss as he just barely thrust into Howard.   Howard savored the slow movements until he began to feel tense and just on the edge of something he couldn’t quite articulate even to himself.

“Bit harder,” he whimpered.  Vince eagerly obliged and soon, Howard was crying out into Vince’s chest as he came.  He was shaking as Vince continued to find his own pleasure.  He grabbed at Vince’s arse and pulled him harder and faster.  He wanted Vince to feel the same kind of mind-shattering excitement that had nearly wiped Howard’s brain clean.

When Vince came, it was with a hard thrust and pained cry.  He then let out a litany of curse words so long and extensive, Howard was pretty sure that Vince was making some of them up.

“That was mental,” Vince sighed before collapsing onto Howard’s chest.  “What are you like?”

Howard wasn’t sure he’d done much of anything, but he was still feeling proud of his performance.  Whatever Vince had seen or heard from Howard, it seemed to work for him.

“Chili’s done!” Naboo yelled through the door.  “It’s been done.  It was done when you ballbags were bumming in the shower.  It was done while you were pounding all the photos off the wall.  Other people live here, too, you know.”

Instead of looking embarrassed, Vince just looked excited about the chili.

Howard felt a little creaky as he pulled on his clothes, but he when he felt Vince’s eyes on him, he tried to stand tall and look virile and youthful.

Vince laughed.

“You’re an odd duck, Howard.”

Howard did not point out the irony of Vince calling someone else odd.

“Thanks, Howard.”

“For what?”

Vince focused his attention on his own mismatched socks as he spoke.

“I know how hard you’re trying to be good for me and to me n’all.  No one has ever cared about me like you.”

Howard put his arm around Vince and immediately wondered how long he should hold him.  Howard never knew how to find the line between bonhomie and creepy.

Vince rested his head against Howard’s chest and closed his eyes.

“You really like being a bottom?” he asked, his eyes still closed.

Howard blushed and was tempted to bring up his earlier request not to have to discuss their bedroom activities.  He didn’t have the vocabulary or the experience to talk about what he wanted.

“Nothing wrong with liking it,” Vince added.  “I just didn’t expect it from you.”

Howard’s mind jumped in a dozen paranoid directions as he worried he wasn’t masculine enough or skilled enough for Vince, but he refused to sabotage the moment.

“Bit of a shocker for me as well,” was his ultimate response.  Vince laughed heartily and gave Howard another kiss before running off to Naboo’s famous chili.

the big bang theory, howard/vince, nc-17, genderswap, slash, fanfic, bent

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