Pancake Night Part 9
Title: Pancake Night
Author: Concupid
Rating: R
Warnings: I don't think it's NC-17 yet but there's serious man-loving in this chapter!
Summary: Howard doesn't want to talk about his feelings.
Pairing: Howard/Vince
Author's note: I am seriously thinking of an AU alternate scene here for a Vince/Howard/Sebastian smoke induced 3-way but it's not happening here. Don't worry though, there is smut aplenty and it will continue into the next chapter.
It all seemed so obvious as Sebastian ran his finger's through Vince's shiny black hair. Nicknames always have meaning.
He scrubbed at what remained of Vince's eye make-up, he didn't like to see him looking messy.
"It's all right, Little Man, Howard loves you," he promised as Vince tried to take deep breaths. Sebastian had never been in love and he felt a bit sad about it. Who would Sebastian ever cry over?
Vince squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head as though he could shake off the unhappy feelings.
"C'mon, Blondie. You're having a nightmare."
Sebastian recognized that sneering voice, it was the caramel delight from the hallway.
"Your friends are at 54B Reading Street," Saboo declared, holding out a hand for Sebastian.
"Did you use your Shaman powers to figure that out?" Sebastian asked in awe as Saboo yanked him off the bed and onto his feet.
"No, I live at 56B Reading Street and noticed they were short one stupid hipster in Buddy Holly glasses. Now let's get out of here before our menses synch up," Saboo snapped with a meaningful glare at the still sniffling Vince.
"Thanks, Saboo," Howard said warmly. Sebastian hadn't even seen Howard in the doorway.
"Try not to pick up any more American twinks," Saboo said dryly, "I'm not a taxi service. Berk."
Sebastian returned Howard's awkward wave and he was dragged down the hall by Saboo.
"I'll call you!" he promised.
"You really needn't bother," was Howard's reply.
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Vince tried to pull himself together, "Wow, Howard. You really know how to pick a dinner guest. Want to watch some cartoons and call it a night?"
Howard pushed the door closed and leaned against it with his eyes closed, "Do you think...?"
"What is it, Howard?"
"What we were doing earlier?"
Vince's heart skipped a beat and then lodged itself in his throat, "Um, sure. I mean, of course, Howard."
He started to pull off his school jacket but Howard said "don't" so he didn't. Instead, he sat still on the bed as Howard turned off the light. The city lights poured through the blinds so it was never really dark in their room, but the relative darkness made Vince feel shy. When Vince had sex, he liked to be well lit.
Howard sat next to him on the bed and placed his hands on Vince's shoulders. When he spoke, his voice was husky, "This jacket suits you. I've missed it."
"You hated it when I wore this jacket! You said..."
"I know what I said," there was a weariness in Howard's voice that made Vince feel worried, "I don't want to talk right now."
Vince nodded silently, the desire to ask "why?' bubbling inside him so hard he felt like a bottle of champagne. He stayed silent as Howard slid off his jacket and ran his hands over Vince's chest. Vince wanted to apologize for his boniness and point out it would probably be better for Howard to look at him in the light rather than just feel all his pointy edges. Howard, on the other hand, felt big and strong but also soft. He was made for a late night snuggle.
Vince was passive as Howard pulled his tee-shirt off but the slight chill in the air sent him snuggling into Howard's chest. Howard held him and kissed his hair before laying Vince down on the bed and moving to the waistband of his jeans. There were so many things he wanted to say but he had a feeling Howard was right. It was better if they didn't talk. Anything Vince had to say would just make things 'weird'.
Howard struggled a little with Vince's belt but shooed away Vince's efforts to help. In the silence, Vince could hear the change in Howard's breathing as he pulled down Vince's jeans and pants, leaving him totally nude and Howard fully dressed minus his cardigan.
Vince whimpered when Howard pressed his lips to his old burn scar, his soft hair brushing against Vince's erection. Repeated Sebastion snogs mixed with coming so close with Howard had left Vince's genitals exhausted and confused but still up to the challenge that was Howard Moon. Howard's lips moved over the scar and to Vince's inner thigh, kissing and sucking so gently Vince wanted to ask for more but he was determined to be quiet for once. Maybe Howard had gained some wisdom in his quiet year and that was why he always seemed so much more mature than Vince.
Howard knelt at the foot of the bed and tugged Vince towards him, pressing at the back of Vince's thighs until he found himself with his legs parted wide and his knees in the air. He felt absurdly exposed and vulnerable as Howard licked the back of his thighs and then his testicles, his mustache scratching his most sensitive skin.
"Howard?"
"Yeah?"
"I wish you'd say something, I feel a bit nervous here." Vince's light tone cracked, making his actual nerves clear.
"Do you want me to stop?"
For a moment, Vince thought Howard was teasing but a look at his earnest face told him the Northern loon was being completely serious.
"No, I don't want you to stop, I just want..."
Vince lost his train of thought as Howard's mouth returned to his gentle and amazingly thorough exploration of Vince's pelvic region. Just as Vince began to wonder if Howard was even going to put his tongue there, Howard went and put his tongue there.
Vince let out a stream of half-formed obscenities as he fisted the sheets and wondered how things had gotten so turned around. Surely, it should be Howard whimpering and begging for more as Vince did all sorts of unhygienic things with his mouth.
Vince reached between his legs to run his fingers through Howard's soft hair but the taller man immediately tensed and pulled away from Vince's touch.
Vince yanked his hand back, embarrassed, and mumbled an apology.
Howard rested his head against Vince's thigh for what felt like something between 15 seconds and three hours before he reached up and took Vince's hand - pulling it to his mouth and kissing the palm. Considering what Howard had just been doing with his mouth, the gesture shouldn't have felt quite to intimate but Vince couldn't breath until Howard let his hand go.
"I'm sorry, Vince. I can't help it. I've tried."
Vince tried to think of something profound to say, something that would let Howard know that it was all right to be a bit damaged because Vince loved him just as he was but Vince was never very good with words. As he tried to think of something to say, Howard's tongue pressed its way back inside Vince's body and the only words he could think of were, "Fucking hell, Howard."
Howard held his hips firmly as Vince squirmed, "Okay, Howard. Okay. I'm ready. Fucking hell, I'm ready."
Howard replaced his tongue with two fingers as he turned his attentions to Vince's neglected cock. Vince had never been blown by a man and was shocked at how easily Howard was able to take his length. With his big hands and big mouth and, well, big everything; Howard was doing a terrible job at losing his virginity but Vince felt ready to shatter into a million pieces. He tried to warn Howard he was about to come but Howard either ignored him or didn't understand Vince's, "Fu-hu-huck!" to be a warning. Rather than pull back in disgust, Howard continued to lick and suck at Vince's pulsating cock as he gently removed the fingers that had been stretching Vince so delightfully.
Vince was shaking and pulled himself into a ball, waiting for the aftershocks to pass. It had been a while, period, but it had been a long while since someone had wrung him out so thoroughly. He bones felt like they had melted.
He looked at Howard sheepishly, intending to make some kind of cheeky remark to break the tension when he realized Howard was still on his knees on the floor.
He began to ask, "What are you doing, Howard?" but before the words were out of his mouth, he realized what Howard was doing. He was stroking his own cock and not in a languorous 'getting ready for some bumming' way but in a furtive 'I need to finish this wank before someone knocks on the bathroom door' kind of way.
"Don't do that, you berk! I'm supposed to take care of that! Get up here, you big Jazzy freak. You're supposed to be losing your virginity here," Vince ordered. Howard looked guilty but he adjusted himself and gingerly crawled onto the bed, lying down next to Vince - his eyes fixed on the ceiling. Even in the darkened room, Vince could see his embarrassment.
Vince tried to put a gentle hand on Howard's chest but Howard flinched and then apologized without ever looking in Vince's direction.
"What do you want to do, Howard? I'm up for anything. I can give you a blowie or you can top me or maybe I should get you off now and then you can fuck me later because it will last longer that way," Vince offered, trying to be helpful, "I might be a bit rubbish at it but..."
Howard rolled onto his side and pulled Vince close.
"Are you cold?" Howard asked, his face buried in Vince's hair, "Do you want a blanket over you?"
"I'm fine," Vince answered, more than a little confused, "You're plenty warm."
It was true, Howard had Vince pulled tight to his roll neck covered chest and it was downright cozy. Howard was still wearing his corduroys as well but they were unzipped and out of the way enough for Vince to feel an impressive erection against his bare thigh. Howard pulled Vince's hand to his cock and gently wrapped Vince's fingers around his length, as though Vince wouldn't know what to do without guidance. He kept his bigger hand over Vince's as Vince began to work Howard's cock. Howard mouthed Vince's neck and ear and let out the occasional whimper as Vince tried to figure out the best angle and the best tempo. It would have been better with some lubricant or even some spit but he was afraid to interrupt the moment. He just tried to be gentle and not chafe Howard's skin.
Howard whispered something in Vince's ear but it was muffled and Vince was distracted.
"What was that, Howard?"
"I just said thank you," Howard cleared his throat and said in a slightly louder voice, "Just thank you. Thank you."
Howard made a disappointed sound when Vince let go of his cock but he immediately released Vince's hand. He also made no effort to resist as Vince pushed him onto his back and crawled on top of him, and when Vince ran his tongue across Howard's lips, he hesitantly opened his mouth and let Vince explore.
Vince giggled into Howard's mouth and said, "This is well kinky."
Howard averted his gaze, "You don't have to kiss me..."
Vince silenced his nonsense with another kiss. Vince wasn't the smartest person on the planet but he knew you didn't do the things Howard had done to Vince because you wanted a dry fisted hand job in return.