Pancake Night Part 8
Title: Pancake Night
Author: Concupid
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Howard/Vince, Howard/OC, Vince/OC
Summary: OC's are always full of insight, even stoned hornballs.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, just having a bit of fun
Author's note: Still hanging in there? Smut is on the way in the next chapter!
Vince found Sebastian sprawled on the stairs, upside down.
"Vince! I fell up the stairs! Can you fall up stairs? Please help me. Can I keep this jacket?"
The American was talking a mile a minute as Vince tried to help him up from his awkward position before
Howard made his way down the stairs and scooped Sebastian up like a rag doll.
"Let's get you upstairs, Little Man," Howard said gently as Sebastian wrapped his arms around Howard's neck.
"Yeah, Little Man," Vince snapped, "Let's make sure you're well taken care of."
Howard glared at Vince but remained silent as he climbed the stairs with an armful of horny American but Sebastian looked back at Vince thoughtfully.
"Howard said he's Little Man. What does that mean?" he then turned to Howard, "Why would you be Little Man? You're kind of huge."
"It's what my Dad called me before... when I was little. It's just a nickname, it doesn't mean anything."
Vince caught the little pause in Howard's words, there was something more to that story. His suspicion was confirmed by Sebastian's comically large eyes as he mouthed over Howard's shoulder, "That means something!"
Vince should have just undone Howard's trousers and given him a blowie. It wouldn't have taken any time at all and he'd have a tender memory (and some new wanking material) and Howard would be fussing over Vince instead of Sebastian. As he stomped up the stairs, following Howard Butler and little Sebastian O'Hara, Vince wondered how long a blowjob would have held Howard's attention. Could even his first sexual experience be enough to keep him from wanting Sebastian with his perfect teeth and unlined face? Sebastian was wearing Howard's hat but it was tilted back a little and Vince meanly thought it made the American look girlish.
But it still looked good on him, as did the velveteen jacket. Everything looked good on Sebastian and Vince wanted to hate him. He wanted to hate Sebastian for looking so kissable as he gazed at Howard with strange mixture of lust and compassion. Vince wondered if Sebastian, an American raised on pop psychology and Oprah moments, wouldn't be able to plumb the depths of Howard's fractured brain and divest him of his virginity in the time it took Vince to get the big Northern berk out of his cardigan. Vince sped up, not wanting to let any space form between himself and Howard. If he looked deep into his heart, he knew he didn't want what was best for Howard. He just wanted Howard and if that made him a selfish tit, then that was just too bad. If Howard wanted to get off with Sebastian, he was getting the world's tensest threesome.
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Vince was glad when Howard placed Sebastian on his own bed and not Vince's bed where they had just come so close to... whatever they had nearly done.
He was less pleased when Howard allowed himself to be pulled on to the bed next to Sebastian.
"I thought I saw a guy with a sword and a little kid and there was a pink head with tentacles..."
"That's just Tony Harrison," Vince offered helpfully, making himself comfortable on the other side of Sebastian. If they wanted to be alone, they were bloody well going to have to tell him to his face.
"What? Don't fuck with my head, Vince," Sebastian pleaded, "I'm still shaking."
Sebastian held up his shaky hands as proof. Howard gently placed his hands over Sebastian's and pressed them to the younger man's chest. Vince admired the simple blue button down the American wore. Why had Vince stopped wearing it in the first place? It had brought out his eyes so nicely. At the moment, Sebastian's own blue eyes were huge and piercingly blue.
"It's like those silly little books," Howard explained in a gentle tone, "What are they called?"
Howard was finally looking at Vince.
"The Charlie books?" he offered, trying to be helpful.
"No," Howard snapped, "The real books about the kid with the magic...."
"Harry Potter?" Sebastian answered, clearly confused.
"Yes! It's just like Harry Potter. We're Muggles and they're shamen," Howard explained, still holding Sebastian's hands.
"Oh... are they good wizards then?"
Vince and Howard exchanged a glance.
"Mostly?" Howard replied but then said with more confidence, "They mean you no harm. You're safe."
Sebastian reached up and kissed Howard softly on the lips, Howard barely flinched. Then Sebastian turned to Vince, "Can I seriously keep this jacket or should I bring it back tomorrow with the zoo jacket?"
"You can keep everything but the zoo jacket," Vince said, without thinking, "My clothes suit you."
Sebastian reached out and brushed the hair from Vince's face, "I didn't get the last part but it sounded nice. You seem very sweet. I'll bring you back your zoo jacket. It's a work of art."
"Vince, you don't need your zoo jacket," Howard snapped, finally letting go of Sebastian's hands, "It's not like you're going to wear it again. You can have mine if it's such a..."
"You kept your Zooniverse jacket and chucked mine?" Vince was yelling and Sebastian was going fetal but..., "You kept yours and threw mine away!"
Howard gently patted Sebastian's back, "Quit yelling, we don't need him having a freak out. It's not like we have an ambient hut... I only have a handful of clothes, I have room to keep a sentimental item of two. You forget, sir, I'm the one who actually wanted to be a zoo keeper."
"I loved the zoo!" Vince angrily swiped at the tears forming in his eyes, "Yeah, I went there to be with you but I loved the animals and the people..."
"You haven't thought about the zoo twice since we left..."
"I LOVED THE ZOO!" Vince screamed before slapping his hands over his mouth. That was the last thing he'd ever meant to yell in their home. He hoped Bollo hadn't heard.
Howard's eyes were cold but he was looking at Vince like he wanted an explanation.
Vince leaned over Sebastian and whispered, "If we stayed at the zoo, Mr. Bollo would still be dead so, yeah, I'm glad we left and we can't ever go back but that doesn't mean... Talking about missing the zoo is like saying I want Bollo to be dead again. I loved the zoo."
Vince moved back to his side of the bed and let the tears flow for the first time since agreeing to help Naboo steal Bollo. He thought of Jack Cooper and the horrible rumors they spread about Howard because it's in a fox's nature to be a bit bitchy. He thought of how nasty Tony the Prawn was until Vince made him a Gary Numan mix and cheered him up.
He didn't have to open his eyes to know it was Sebastian pulling him into a hug, he knew the smell of expensive shampoo, and he also knew it was Howard's hand patting his shoulder because... just because he knew.
"I'm sorry, Little Man," Howard's voice was rough with emotion, "I feel the same way and Bollo doesn't even like me! Friendship is more important than any job. I'm sorry."
When Howard pulled his hand back, Vince couldn't help but lean toward him and try and keep the contact a moment longer. He always seemed to need more than Howard wanted to give.
"I think that was a really big break-through, guys," Sebastian said as he released a still crying but calmer Vince, "Where did my glasses go?"
Sebastian patted his jacket and then Vince's until he found his thick rimmed glasses and put them on.
"It seems like there is a lot of miscommunication happening here. Let's get it out in the open! This is a safe place," Sebastian spoke with such earnestness that Vince had to bite his cheek so as not to laugh. Howard just looked uncomfortable.
"I think we've talked enough, why don't we see if we can get you a cab ride to your friends' flat. They must be worried about you," Howard suggested, at long last moving away from Sebastian.
Sebastian nodded his head and looked thoughtful as Howard spoke, "I hear what you're saying, Howard, but no. We're not ignoring this whole Little Man business. I'm not getting into the whole zombie gorilla thing because I'm not sure I actually heard that right but the Little Man thing has been happening all night."
"It's no big deal," Vince offered, feeling bad for Howard. Howard could be a wanker but he didn't deserve to be psychoanalyzed by a stoned American. No one needs that.
"It's a big deal to you," Sebastian said in a quiet but firm voice, his eyes boring into Vince's soul.
"What do you do for a living?" Vince asked, feeling a sudden need to hide.
"I sell insurance and I am fucking good at it so don't bother trying to avoid eye contact," Sebastian explained without blinking.
"Howard sometimes calls me Little Man. It started when I got really pissed and..." Vince felt a flush spreading up his neck, "and I got really sick. It just stuck."
Sebastian turned his cerulean lasers on Howard who actually ducked.
"And your father called you Little Man before...?"
"The accident," Howard supplied with some hesitation, "I was in a car accident. It was a long time ago..."
"Howard didn't talk for a year!" Vince hadn't intended to jump in but it was a tidbit about Howard that never ceased to amaze him. Vince had never gone an hour without speaking.
Sebastian pushed his glasses right above his eyes and stared at Howard, not saying anything.
Howard shrugged with clearly forced indifference, "Selective mutism, I didn't speak for a year and then I did and I was able to go back to school and met Vince..."
"You moved to London after the accident?" Sebastian asked, pulling his knees up to his chin and looking serene and thoughtful.
"We had to see specialists to make sure there wasn't anything really wrong with me and that it was all just in my head," Howard explained as he backed towards the door.
"And your dad stopped calling you Little Man and it was all in your head?"
Vince wanted to jump in and defend Howard, it's not like he'd been making up his problems, but there was something palpable hanging in the air between Howard and Sebastian. Vince held his tongue.
"Yup. Do you remember the address of your friends' flat?" Even for Howard, he was looking twitchy and paranoid.
"I'm sorry, Howard," Sebastian spoke in a hypnotically level voice.
Howard disappeared out the door.
Sebastian sighed as he looked at the closed door, "I don't know if it's the weed or what but I have an equally strong desire to find that man a good therapist and suck his dick. Howard's dick, not the therapist's."
Vince nodded his understanding.
Sebastian wrapped his arms around Vince and pulled them both down on to the bed, "Let's snuggle until Howard gets rid of me."
"Howard doesn't want to get rid of you," Vince tried to speak slowly and clearly so the American would understand him.
"I make him uncomfortable," Sebastian replied as he kissed Vince's jaw line, his hand sliding up Vince's tee-shirt to tweak a nipple, "He's been trying to get rid of me all night."
"He's just worried about you, he doesn't want to take advantage," Vince explained, grabbing Sebastian's wrist as it tried to make its way below Vince's waist, "You're shit-faced, Sebastian."
Sebastian nodded and moved his hand to Vince's arse and giving it a squeeze, "Yeah, weed makes me crazy horny. I was kind of hoping for a three-way a few minutes ago but that's kind of advanced gay shit and I'm really just a beginner. It's probably better if nothing happens, tonight. Do you think he'll even speak to me tomorrow?"
Vince went all shaky as Sebastian ran his finger along the seam of Vince's jeans, "Course he will. You can take him to a jazz club or even just a hotel if you want..."
"Why are you trying to help me fuck Howard when you're in love with him?" Sebastian asked as he kissed his way down Vince's neck.
"I just want him to be happy," Vince explained before bursting into tears for the second time in ten minutes.
Maybe Sebastian had a higher tolerance for crying men, not being British and all, but Vince was impressed by the other man's calm as he wept on the American's shoulder.
"There, there, Little Man," Sebastian murmured gently, "It'll all turn out fine."
Author: Concupid
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Howard/Vince, Howard/OC, Vince/OC
Summary: OC's are always full of insight, even stoned hornballs.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, just having a bit of fun
Author's note: Still hanging in there? Smut is on the way in the next chapter!
Vince found Sebastian sprawled on the stairs, upside down.
"Vince! I fell up the stairs! Can you fall up stairs? Please help me. Can I keep this jacket?"
The American was talking a mile a minute as Vince tried to help him up from his awkward position before
Howard made his way down the stairs and scooped Sebastian up like a rag doll.
"Let's get you upstairs, Little Man," Howard said gently as Sebastian wrapped his arms around Howard's neck.
"Yeah, Little Man," Vince snapped, "Let's make sure you're well taken care of."
Howard glared at Vince but remained silent as he climbed the stairs with an armful of horny American but Sebastian looked back at Vince thoughtfully.
"Howard said he's Little Man. What does that mean?" he then turned to Howard, "Why would you be Little Man? You're kind of huge."
"It's what my Dad called me before... when I was little. It's just a nickname, it doesn't mean anything."
Vince caught the little pause in Howard's words, there was something more to that story. His suspicion was confirmed by Sebastian's comically large eyes as he mouthed over Howard's shoulder, "That means something!"
Vince should have just undone Howard's trousers and given him a blowie. It wouldn't have taken any time at all and he'd have a tender memory (and some new wanking material) and Howard would be fussing over Vince instead of Sebastian. As he stomped up the stairs, following Howard Butler and little Sebastian O'Hara, Vince wondered how long a blowjob would have held Howard's attention. Could even his first sexual experience be enough to keep him from wanting Sebastian with his perfect teeth and unlined face? Sebastian was wearing Howard's hat but it was tilted back a little and Vince meanly thought it made the American look girlish.
But it still looked good on him, as did the velveteen jacket. Everything looked good on Sebastian and Vince wanted to hate him. He wanted to hate Sebastian for looking so kissable as he gazed at Howard with strange mixture of lust and compassion. Vince wondered if Sebastian, an American raised on pop psychology and Oprah moments, wouldn't be able to plumb the depths of Howard's fractured brain and divest him of his virginity in the time it took Vince to get the big Northern berk out of his cardigan. Vince sped up, not wanting to let any space form between himself and Howard. If he looked deep into his heart, he knew he didn't want what was best for Howard. He just wanted Howard and if that made him a selfish tit, then that was just too bad. If Howard wanted to get off with Sebastian, he was getting the world's tensest threesome.
xxx
Vince was glad when Howard placed Sebastian on his own bed and not Vince's bed where they had just come so close to... whatever they had nearly done.
He was less pleased when Howard allowed himself to be pulled on to the bed next to Sebastian.
"I thought I saw a guy with a sword and a little kid and there was a pink head with tentacles..."
"That's just Tony Harrison," Vince offered helpfully, making himself comfortable on the other side of Sebastian. If they wanted to be alone, they were bloody well going to have to tell him to his face.
"What? Don't fuck with my head, Vince," Sebastian pleaded, "I'm still shaking."
Sebastian held up his shaky hands as proof. Howard gently placed his hands over Sebastian's and pressed them to the younger man's chest. Vince admired the simple blue button down the American wore. Why had Vince stopped wearing it in the first place? It had brought out his eyes so nicely. At the moment, Sebastian's own blue eyes were huge and piercingly blue.
"It's like those silly little books," Howard explained in a gentle tone, "What are they called?"
Howard was finally looking at Vince.
"The Charlie books?" he offered, trying to be helpful.
"No," Howard snapped, "The real books about the kid with the magic...."
"Harry Potter?" Sebastian answered, clearly confused.
"Yes! It's just like Harry Potter. We're Muggles and they're shamen," Howard explained, still holding Sebastian's hands.
"Oh... are they good wizards then?"
Vince and Howard exchanged a glance.
"Mostly?" Howard replied but then said with more confidence, "They mean you no harm. You're safe."
Sebastian reached up and kissed Howard softly on the lips, Howard barely flinched. Then Sebastian turned to Vince, "Can I seriously keep this jacket or should I bring it back tomorrow with the zoo jacket?"
"You can keep everything but the zoo jacket," Vince said, without thinking, "My clothes suit you."
Sebastian reached out and brushed the hair from Vince's face, "I didn't get the last part but it sounded nice. You seem very sweet. I'll bring you back your zoo jacket. It's a work of art."
"Vince, you don't need your zoo jacket," Howard snapped, finally letting go of Sebastian's hands, "It's not like you're going to wear it again. You can have mine if it's such a..."
"You kept your Zooniverse jacket and chucked mine?" Vince was yelling and Sebastian was going fetal but..., "You kept yours and threw mine away!"
Howard gently patted Sebastian's back, "Quit yelling, we don't need him having a freak out. It's not like we have an ambient hut... I only have a handful of clothes, I have room to keep a sentimental item of two. You forget, sir, I'm the one who actually wanted to be a zoo keeper."
"I loved the zoo!" Vince angrily swiped at the tears forming in his eyes, "Yeah, I went there to be with you but I loved the animals and the people..."
"You haven't thought about the zoo twice since we left..."
"I LOVED THE ZOO!" Vince screamed before slapping his hands over his mouth. That was the last thing he'd ever meant to yell in their home. He hoped Bollo hadn't heard.
Howard's eyes were cold but he was looking at Vince like he wanted an explanation.
Vince leaned over Sebastian and whispered, "If we stayed at the zoo, Mr. Bollo would still be dead so, yeah, I'm glad we left and we can't ever go back but that doesn't mean... Talking about missing the zoo is like saying I want Bollo to be dead again. I loved the zoo."
Vince moved back to his side of the bed and let the tears flow for the first time since agreeing to help Naboo steal Bollo. He thought of Jack Cooper and the horrible rumors they spread about Howard because it's in a fox's nature to be a bit bitchy. He thought of how nasty Tony the Prawn was until Vince made him a Gary Numan mix and cheered him up.
He didn't have to open his eyes to know it was Sebastian pulling him into a hug, he knew the smell of expensive shampoo, and he also knew it was Howard's hand patting his shoulder because... just because he knew.
"I'm sorry, Little Man," Howard's voice was rough with emotion, "I feel the same way and Bollo doesn't even like me! Friendship is more important than any job. I'm sorry."
When Howard pulled his hand back, Vince couldn't help but lean toward him and try and keep the contact a moment longer. He always seemed to need more than Howard wanted to give.
"I think that was a really big break-through, guys," Sebastian said as he released a still crying but calmer Vince, "Where did my glasses go?"
Sebastian patted his jacket and then Vince's until he found his thick rimmed glasses and put them on.
"It seems like there is a lot of miscommunication happening here. Let's get it out in the open! This is a safe place," Sebastian spoke with such earnestness that Vince had to bite his cheek so as not to laugh. Howard just looked uncomfortable.
"I think we've talked enough, why don't we see if we can get you a cab ride to your friends' flat. They must be worried about you," Howard suggested, at long last moving away from Sebastian.
Sebastian nodded his head and looked thoughtful as Howard spoke, "I hear what you're saying, Howard, but no. We're not ignoring this whole Little Man business. I'm not getting into the whole zombie gorilla thing because I'm not sure I actually heard that right but the Little Man thing has been happening all night."
"It's no big deal," Vince offered, feeling bad for Howard. Howard could be a wanker but he didn't deserve to be psychoanalyzed by a stoned American. No one needs that.
"It's a big deal to you," Sebastian said in a quiet but firm voice, his eyes boring into Vince's soul.
"What do you do for a living?" Vince asked, feeling a sudden need to hide.
"I sell insurance and I am fucking good at it so don't bother trying to avoid eye contact," Sebastian explained without blinking.
"Howard sometimes calls me Little Man. It started when I got really pissed and..." Vince felt a flush spreading up his neck, "and I got really sick. It just stuck."
Sebastian turned his cerulean lasers on Howard who actually ducked.
"And your father called you Little Man before...?"
"The accident," Howard supplied with some hesitation, "I was in a car accident. It was a long time ago..."
"Howard didn't talk for a year!" Vince hadn't intended to jump in but it was a tidbit about Howard that never ceased to amaze him. Vince had never gone an hour without speaking.
Sebastian pushed his glasses right above his eyes and stared at Howard, not saying anything.
Howard shrugged with clearly forced indifference, "Selective mutism, I didn't speak for a year and then I did and I was able to go back to school and met Vince..."
"You moved to London after the accident?" Sebastian asked, pulling his knees up to his chin and looking serene and thoughtful.
"We had to see specialists to make sure there wasn't anything really wrong with me and that it was all just in my head," Howard explained as he backed towards the door.
"And your dad stopped calling you Little Man and it was all in your head?"
Vince wanted to jump in and defend Howard, it's not like he'd been making up his problems, but there was something palpable hanging in the air between Howard and Sebastian. Vince held his tongue.
"Yup. Do you remember the address of your friends' flat?" Even for Howard, he was looking twitchy and paranoid.
"I'm sorry, Howard," Sebastian spoke in a hypnotically level voice.
Howard disappeared out the door.
Sebastian sighed as he looked at the closed door, "I don't know if it's the weed or what but I have an equally strong desire to find that man a good therapist and suck his dick. Howard's dick, not the therapist's."
Vince nodded his understanding.
Sebastian wrapped his arms around Vince and pulled them both down on to the bed, "Let's snuggle until Howard gets rid of me."
"Howard doesn't want to get rid of you," Vince tried to speak slowly and clearly so the American would understand him.
"I make him uncomfortable," Sebastian replied as he kissed Vince's jaw line, his hand sliding up Vince's tee-shirt to tweak a nipple, "He's been trying to get rid of me all night."
"He's just worried about you, he doesn't want to take advantage," Vince explained, grabbing Sebastian's wrist as it tried to make its way below Vince's waist, "You're shit-faced, Sebastian."
Sebastian nodded and moved his hand to Vince's arse and giving it a squeeze, "Yeah, weed makes me crazy horny. I was kind of hoping for a three-way a few minutes ago but that's kind of advanced gay shit and I'm really just a beginner. It's probably better if nothing happens, tonight. Do you think he'll even speak to me tomorrow?"
Vince went all shaky as Sebastian ran his finger along the seam of Vince's jeans, "Course he will. You can take him to a jazz club or even just a hotel if you want..."
"Why are you trying to help me fuck Howard when you're in love with him?" Sebastian asked as he kissed his way down Vince's neck.
"I just want him to be happy," Vince explained before bursting into tears for the second time in ten minutes.
Maybe Sebastian had a higher tolerance for crying men, not being British and all, but Vince was impressed by the other man's calm as he wept on the American's shoulder.
"There, there, Little Man," Sebastian murmured gently, "It'll all turn out fine."