Pancake Night Part 13
Title: Pancake Night
Author: Concupid
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: language
Summary: There has to be a morning after
Author's note: Sort of a linky type chapter
Sebastian did not wake up feeling particularly proud of himself.
It wasn't the semi-anonymous gay sex with a stranger who claimed to be a shaman. That had been pretty damn hot and, if Saboo managed to keep his snarkiness to a minimum, it just might happen again.
It wasn't the threesome with a testicle-shaped head with tentacles, Sebastian was 99% sure that hadn't really happened. In fact, he was so certain that part had been a hallucination there was pretty much no amount of physical evidence that would make him think otherwise. Not even the dozens of unwrapped condoms on the ground.
He wasn't sorry he had ended up making out with a guy in socks and sandals. Even sober, he felt a flutter in his stomach when he thought about Howard. He didn't understand it, Howard was a fucking oddball with a creepy mustache and shifty eyes but there was something fragile about him that appealed to Sebastian. A wounded soul and a big dick, what a beautiful combination. Even more important than the soul/dick combo was the fact that Sebastian had been all over the guy and Howard had clearly been attracted, yet sent Sebastian home relatively unmolested. Sebastian wondered if Howard had been hesitant because of Vince. He didn't seem to pick up on the fact his 'roommate' looked at him with a kind of awestruck love but he fussed over Vince like he was a little kid.
Little man. So fucking Freudian.
He felt a little bad about making out with Vince. That had been fairly uncool. In his defense, he had no intention of fucking Vince unless Howard was involved - he just found Vince so damned kissable. He had those big eyes, the impossible accent and a kind of resilient bubbliness. Even though he was obviously and reasonably upset with Sebastian, he'd never once been unkind.
It wasn't even the thirteen or so pancakes he'd eaten that were making him feel bad, though they weren't helping, it was the fact he'd been a terrible houseguest. As he pulled his/Vince's shirt off of the ceiling fan, he wondered how he would smooth things over. His mother had taught him that when he left someone's home, it should be in better shape than when he arrived. He was pretty sure he'd left a big mess at the Moon/Noir/Turban Guy/huge fucking Gorilla residence.
xxx
Howard woke with a start.
He was in Vince's bed. Naked. With Vince. Naked Vince.
Naked in Vince's bed with naked Vince.
Vince's head was on Howard's chest, his face covered by tangled hair and his morning erection pressing into Howard's hip.
Howard's brain flooded with opposing thoughts an images, his brain literally warming from the synaptic overload.
Vince underneath him, moaning and offering gentle words of encouragement.
Vince's eyes, ice cold as he sneered, "Just to be clear, I cannot touch your shoulder but I could probably pat your cock and you'd be all right with that? Am I getting the picture here?"
"I guess he's special enough for your first time but your best mate since you were a kid? No way."
"What makes Sebastian so fucking perfect and special and worthy?"
"Talking about missing the zoo is like saying I want Bollo to be dead again."
"C'mon, Howard, it doesn't have to be such a big deal, just lie down and I'll take care of you, yeah?"
"You was always pushing me away."
"Always wanted you, always loved you."
"You think someone can't be smart unless they see something wrong with you and you think I'm stupid because I love you."
Howard gently stroked Vince's hair, not ready for the younger man to wake up. Not since he had woken up during surgery after the accident had Howard felt so wide open and exposed.
It took him a few minutes to realize it wasn't just his brain that was buzzing, it was his phone. He carefully reached for the phone, trying not to disturb Vince.
It was a text from Sebastian.
xxx
Sebastian borrowed Chris' sunglasses and one of his shirts but he had no choice but to wear Vince's jeans. No belt was going to keep Chris' khakis from falling right off of Sebastian's non-existant hips. He didn't have to wear the velveteen jacket but, fuck it looked so good on him! If Vince wanted it back, he could pluck it off of Sebastian's body over brunch.
As he tried to make himself look human, Chris teased him about going gay for the Ren Faire Jimi Hendrix and laughed hysterically at the edited version of Pancake Night.
"I can't believe you're giving back that jacket, you nearly wept for joy when you found it. I should have know then you were a poof."
Chris ruffled Sebastian's hair, in his big brother way. Sebastian checked the mirror, his hair looked better ruffled. It suited his, "What the fuck did I do last night?" look.
xxx
Sebastian added so much cream and sugar to his coffee, it was barely coffee and it tasted like an elixer from the gods. His body was aching for sugar and fat like he hadn't had enough in his pancakes hours before.
This is why he gave up weed in the first place.
Well, gave up smoking it daily, at any rate.
He fought the urge to fidget with his hair as Howard approached.
Howard looked like Sebastian felt, exhausted and drained. His small eyes were shiftier than usual.
"Hey, Howard. Where's Vince?"
Howard cringed like he'd been asked a terribly personal question.
"I couldn't get him to wake up. I think he was dreaming about Bryan Ferry."
"That's random."
"Not as random as you'd think," Howard replied with a hint of a smile.
"Holy shit! You guys hooked up last night, didn't you? No wonder you were so eager to get rid of me!"
As he sat down, Howard looked terribly serious as he swore that wasn't the reason, he'd simply been 'concerned' about Sebastian.
"Pffft, that's why you sent me home with Saboo and fucking Tony Harrison?"
"Saboo didn't..."
"He sure did!" Sebastian was touched by Howard's concerned look. It was like he was from another era. "I told him I'd see him again tonight if he promised not to be total dick so... I probably won't be seeing him. Don't look so worried, Howard! We used protection, I'm single. He's... I don't know what's going on between him and Tony Harrison."
Howard smiled a little at the last comment but his eyes were still full of worry.
"So you and Vince..." Sebastian tried to push the images out of his mind but he could feel himself blushing,
"You guys... I mean it's about time, right? He's obviously got a big thing for you and you looked ready to gut me every time I touched him. Sorry about that, by the way. He's just so..."
"You needn't explain to me, sir," Howard said, dryly.
"I'm back to sir," Sebastian observed.
"I always call people sir, sir. I'm a man of dignity and respect," the bravado was returning to Howard's voice.
"Yeah, but when I was all high and horny, I was Little Man. I think you use that nickname to infantalize
Vince and I to remind yourself we aren't appropriate sexual partners."
Howard sputtered incoherently, Sebastian continued.
"I get you didn't want to 'take advantage' of me when I was high but what about Vince? He's a grown man, he thinks you hung the moon," Sebastian's mind went blank for a moment after using the words 'hung' and 'Moon' in the same sentence but he shook it off, "So what's the malfunction with Vince? Why do you look like you went through his wallet instead of, you know, whatever it was you did last night?"
He wanted details but he knew they weren't coming from Howard. Maybe Vince would be a little more loose lipped...
"Vince... I used to go to Vince's house when were little, yeah? And his dad would always... Vince's mum died when he was two, cancer. His dad never got over it and Vince was always jumping around, dancing and singing - just trying to make his old man smile."
"My dad took off when I was six," Sebastian confessed when it became clear Howard would not continue, "I worry a lot about letting her down. I want to be a good son, maybe prove we were better off without him."
Howard gave Sebastian an awkward pat on the shoulder, his eyes full of sympathy.
"Your old man will be sorry when you're the next Charlie Mingus. You're too talented for selling insurance."
Sebastian blushed and ducked his head, forgetting not to act like a lovesick teen.
"Oh, dear," Howard whispered.
Sebastian followed his gaze and saw Vince standing across the street. Like Sebastian, he was wearing over-sized sunglasses and flared jeans with his How Moon? jacket.
"Quit looking so guilty, Howard. We're just drinking coffee. I'm drinking coffee. Where the fuck is our waitress?"
Howard looked at Sebastian like a deer ready to get plowed down by a Hummer.
"Seriously, you look crazy guilty. You're just here to get Vince's coat and some pop psychology. Chill out."
"What if he's angry," Howard said frantically, "What if he looks at me differently? He's always trusted me."
"Howard! Calm down!" Sebastian practically yelled, grabbing the older man's hand. Howard didn't pull back, rather, he gripped Sebastian's hand in a vice like grip.
It occurred to Sebastian they were now holding hands and gazing into each other's eyes at a cafe. He was doing a lousy job of not looking suspicious.
And he was still blushing. Fuck.
Author: Concupid
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: language
Summary: There has to be a morning after
Author's note: Sort of a linky type chapter
Sebastian did not wake up feeling particularly proud of himself.
It wasn't the semi-anonymous gay sex with a stranger who claimed to be a shaman. That had been pretty damn hot and, if Saboo managed to keep his snarkiness to a minimum, it just might happen again.
It wasn't the threesome with a testicle-shaped head with tentacles, Sebastian was 99% sure that hadn't really happened. In fact, he was so certain that part had been a hallucination there was pretty much no amount of physical evidence that would make him think otherwise. Not even the dozens of unwrapped condoms on the ground.
He wasn't sorry he had ended up making out with a guy in socks and sandals. Even sober, he felt a flutter in his stomach when he thought about Howard. He didn't understand it, Howard was a fucking oddball with a creepy mustache and shifty eyes but there was something fragile about him that appealed to Sebastian. A wounded soul and a big dick, what a beautiful combination. Even more important than the soul/dick combo was the fact that Sebastian had been all over the guy and Howard had clearly been attracted, yet sent Sebastian home relatively unmolested. Sebastian wondered if Howard had been hesitant because of Vince. He didn't seem to pick up on the fact his 'roommate' looked at him with a kind of awestruck love but he fussed over Vince like he was a little kid.
Little man. So fucking Freudian.
He felt a little bad about making out with Vince. That had been fairly uncool. In his defense, he had no intention of fucking Vince unless Howard was involved - he just found Vince so damned kissable. He had those big eyes, the impossible accent and a kind of resilient bubbliness. Even though he was obviously and reasonably upset with Sebastian, he'd never once been unkind.
It wasn't even the thirteen or so pancakes he'd eaten that were making him feel bad, though they weren't helping, it was the fact he'd been a terrible houseguest. As he pulled his/Vince's shirt off of the ceiling fan, he wondered how he would smooth things over. His mother had taught him that when he left someone's home, it should be in better shape than when he arrived. He was pretty sure he'd left a big mess at the Moon/Noir/Turban Guy/huge fucking Gorilla residence.
xxx
Howard woke with a start.
He was in Vince's bed. Naked. With Vince. Naked Vince.
Naked in Vince's bed with naked Vince.
Vince's head was on Howard's chest, his face covered by tangled hair and his morning erection pressing into Howard's hip.
Howard's brain flooded with opposing thoughts an images, his brain literally warming from the synaptic overload.
Vince underneath him, moaning and offering gentle words of encouragement.
Vince's eyes, ice cold as he sneered, "Just to be clear, I cannot touch your shoulder but I could probably pat your cock and you'd be all right with that? Am I getting the picture here?"
"I guess he's special enough for your first time but your best mate since you were a kid? No way."
"What makes Sebastian so fucking perfect and special and worthy?"
"Talking about missing the zoo is like saying I want Bollo to be dead again."
"C'mon, Howard, it doesn't have to be such a big deal, just lie down and I'll take care of you, yeah?"
"You was always pushing me away."
"Always wanted you, always loved you."
"You think someone can't be smart unless they see something wrong with you and you think I'm stupid because I love you."
Howard gently stroked Vince's hair, not ready for the younger man to wake up. Not since he had woken up during surgery after the accident had Howard felt so wide open and exposed.
It took him a few minutes to realize it wasn't just his brain that was buzzing, it was his phone. He carefully reached for the phone, trying not to disturb Vince.
It was a text from Sebastian.
xxx
Sebastian borrowed Chris' sunglasses and one of his shirts but he had no choice but to wear Vince's jeans. No belt was going to keep Chris' khakis from falling right off of Sebastian's non-existant hips. He didn't have to wear the velveteen jacket but, fuck it looked so good on him! If Vince wanted it back, he could pluck it off of Sebastian's body over brunch.
As he tried to make himself look human, Chris teased him about going gay for the Ren Faire Jimi Hendrix and laughed hysterically at the edited version of Pancake Night.
"I can't believe you're giving back that jacket, you nearly wept for joy when you found it. I should have know then you were a poof."
Chris ruffled Sebastian's hair, in his big brother way. Sebastian checked the mirror, his hair looked better ruffled. It suited his, "What the fuck did I do last night?" look.
xxx
Sebastian added so much cream and sugar to his coffee, it was barely coffee and it tasted like an elixer from the gods. His body was aching for sugar and fat like he hadn't had enough in his pancakes hours before.
This is why he gave up weed in the first place.
Well, gave up smoking it daily, at any rate.
He fought the urge to fidget with his hair as Howard approached.
Howard looked like Sebastian felt, exhausted and drained. His small eyes were shiftier than usual.
"Hey, Howard. Where's Vince?"
Howard cringed like he'd been asked a terribly personal question.
"I couldn't get him to wake up. I think he was dreaming about Bryan Ferry."
"That's random."
"Not as random as you'd think," Howard replied with a hint of a smile.
"Holy shit! You guys hooked up last night, didn't you? No wonder you were so eager to get rid of me!"
As he sat down, Howard looked terribly serious as he swore that wasn't the reason, he'd simply been 'concerned' about Sebastian.
"Pffft, that's why you sent me home with Saboo and fucking Tony Harrison?"
"Saboo didn't..."
"He sure did!" Sebastian was touched by Howard's concerned look. It was like he was from another era. "I told him I'd see him again tonight if he promised not to be total dick so... I probably won't be seeing him. Don't look so worried, Howard! We used protection, I'm single. He's... I don't know what's going on between him and Tony Harrison."
Howard smiled a little at the last comment but his eyes were still full of worry.
"So you and Vince..." Sebastian tried to push the images out of his mind but he could feel himself blushing,
"You guys... I mean it's about time, right? He's obviously got a big thing for you and you looked ready to gut me every time I touched him. Sorry about that, by the way. He's just so..."
"You needn't explain to me, sir," Howard said, dryly.
"I'm back to sir," Sebastian observed.
"I always call people sir, sir. I'm a man of dignity and respect," the bravado was returning to Howard's voice.
"Yeah, but when I was all high and horny, I was Little Man. I think you use that nickname to infantalize
Vince and I to remind yourself we aren't appropriate sexual partners."
Howard sputtered incoherently, Sebastian continued.
"I get you didn't want to 'take advantage' of me when I was high but what about Vince? He's a grown man, he thinks you hung the moon," Sebastian's mind went blank for a moment after using the words 'hung' and 'Moon' in the same sentence but he shook it off, "So what's the malfunction with Vince? Why do you look like you went through his wallet instead of, you know, whatever it was you did last night?"
He wanted details but he knew they weren't coming from Howard. Maybe Vince would be a little more loose lipped...
"Vince... I used to go to Vince's house when were little, yeah? And his dad would always... Vince's mum died when he was two, cancer. His dad never got over it and Vince was always jumping around, dancing and singing - just trying to make his old man smile."
"My dad took off when I was six," Sebastian confessed when it became clear Howard would not continue, "I worry a lot about letting her down. I want to be a good son, maybe prove we were better off without him."
Howard gave Sebastian an awkward pat on the shoulder, his eyes full of sympathy.
"Your old man will be sorry when you're the next Charlie Mingus. You're too talented for selling insurance."
Sebastian blushed and ducked his head, forgetting not to act like a lovesick teen.
"Oh, dear," Howard whispered.
Sebastian followed his gaze and saw Vince standing across the street. Like Sebastian, he was wearing over-sized sunglasses and flared jeans with his How Moon? jacket.
"Quit looking so guilty, Howard. We're just drinking coffee. I'm drinking coffee. Where the fuck is our waitress?"
Howard looked at Sebastian like a deer ready to get plowed down by a Hummer.
"Seriously, you look crazy guilty. You're just here to get Vince's coat and some pop psychology. Chill out."
"What if he's angry," Howard said frantically, "What if he looks at me differently? He's always trusted me."
"Howard! Calm down!" Sebastian practically yelled, grabbing the older man's hand. Howard didn't pull back, rather, he gripped Sebastian's hand in a vice like grip.
It occurred to Sebastian they were now holding hands and gazing into each other's eyes at a cafe. He was doing a lousy job of not looking suspicious.
And he was still blushing. Fuck.