Veritas Part 7
Title:Veritas 7
Author: Concupid
Pairing: Howard/Vince, Howard/Pencil Case Girl
Rating: PG-13
Fandon: The Mighty Boosh
Warnings: het snogging and mild sexuality, language
Summary: Howard is having the night of his life.
Author’s note: Well into the next bit already! Feeling rigid pleased with myself.
The pencil case girl had heard most of the tracks on Howard’s 12 disc set of Charlie Mingus, but she was eager to hear what had previously been unreleased. One track was ten minutes of Charlie warming up and complaining about how no one ever got his coffee order right. She was just as entranced as Howard.
Howard couldn’t believe his luck. He had a beautiful woman in his bedroom, listening to Charlie Mingus cussing about his coffee tasting like actual shit. It was the best night of his life.
It only got better when she kissed him. It wasn’t quite as nice as kissing Vince. Her lips weren’t as soft and she tasted strongly of hummus and garlic, but it was still very pleasant.
And when she guided his hand to her breast, Howard was pleased to find it was as soft and pliable as he’d always imagined a woman’s body would feel. When she tried to unzip his trousers, he had to call it a night. She was beautiful, but Howard was not a man for casual affairs. He needed to be certain before he took a serious step like letting someone see how his left testicle was way bigger than the right. His doctor said it was fine and normal, but Howard remained unconvinced. If Howard Moon was going to make tender love to a woman, he needed to know her better.
The pencil girl was sweet and understanding as he walked her to the door. He belatedly learned her name was Marie and that her good friend, Sienna, was the girl Vince had found two seconds after declaring he would never love again. She asked a too many questions about Vince for Howard’s liking. He’d had enough of being overshadowed by his younger and flashier friend, and it was upsetting to think Marie might become another girl who would fall for Vince’s big blue (or gray or green depending on his top and eye make-up) eyes and shapely arse. She asked questions like:
“Why are Vince’s underwear on your floor?”
“Was that Vince’s make-up on your pillow case?”
“How often does Vince sleep in your bed?”
“Does Vince like girls?”
Howard did his best to let Marie know that while Vince had many attributes: such as his good looks, charm, and sense of humor - he was a perpetual child who needed constant looking after.
“Is that what you do?” Marie asked, with wide and questioning eyes. “You take care of Vince?”
“Before we were mates, I was his supervisor. His boss, really. More than a boss, I was his mentor and guide, his hero, even. I suppose he’ll always look up to me as a man of action, a man of intellect and learning,” Howard explained.
She asked why Howard kissed Vince on the roof, but he explained how it had all been a ruse to hide Vince’s indiscretion with a married woman.
“Do you think he was?” Marie asked. “Indiscreet, that is, or was he really just talking to her.”
Howard was confused by the question. He assumed Vince hadn’t done more with Methuselah than talk, after all, Vince did have some morals. What threw him off was Marie’s apparent implication that “just talking” to a married extreme sports calendar in a cupboard was not indiscrete. Vince must have known people would talk. People would talk about anything. They even talked about Howard and Vince.
When Howard said goodbye to Marie, he tried for another kiss on the lips but was offered her cheek.
Still, it was an amazing night.
Author: Concupid
Pairing: Howard/Vince, Howard/Pencil Case Girl
Rating: PG-13
Fandon: The Mighty Boosh
Warnings: het snogging and mild sexuality, language
Summary: Howard is having the night of his life.
Author’s note: Well into the next bit already! Feeling rigid pleased with myself.
The pencil case girl had heard most of the tracks on Howard’s 12 disc set of Charlie Mingus, but she was eager to hear what had previously been unreleased. One track was ten minutes of Charlie warming up and complaining about how no one ever got his coffee order right. She was just as entranced as Howard.
Howard couldn’t believe his luck. He had a beautiful woman in his bedroom, listening to Charlie Mingus cussing about his coffee tasting like actual shit. It was the best night of his life.
It only got better when she kissed him. It wasn’t quite as nice as kissing Vince. Her lips weren’t as soft and she tasted strongly of hummus and garlic, but it was still very pleasant.
And when she guided his hand to her breast, Howard was pleased to find it was as soft and pliable as he’d always imagined a woman’s body would feel. When she tried to unzip his trousers, he had to call it a night. She was beautiful, but Howard was not a man for casual affairs. He needed to be certain before he took a serious step like letting someone see how his left testicle was way bigger than the right. His doctor said it was fine and normal, but Howard remained unconvinced. If Howard Moon was going to make tender love to a woman, he needed to know her better.
The pencil girl was sweet and understanding as he walked her to the door. He belatedly learned her name was Marie and that her good friend, Sienna, was the girl Vince had found two seconds after declaring he would never love again. She asked a too many questions about Vince for Howard’s liking. He’d had enough of being overshadowed by his younger and flashier friend, and it was upsetting to think Marie might become another girl who would fall for Vince’s big blue (or gray or green depending on his top and eye make-up) eyes and shapely arse. She asked questions like:
“Why are Vince’s underwear on your floor?”
“Was that Vince’s make-up on your pillow case?”
“How often does Vince sleep in your bed?”
“Does Vince like girls?”
Howard did his best to let Marie know that while Vince had many attributes: such as his good looks, charm, and sense of humor - he was a perpetual child who needed constant looking after.
“Is that what you do?” Marie asked, with wide and questioning eyes. “You take care of Vince?”
“Before we were mates, I was his supervisor. His boss, really. More than a boss, I was his mentor and guide, his hero, even. I suppose he’ll always look up to me as a man of action, a man of intellect and learning,” Howard explained.
She asked why Howard kissed Vince on the roof, but he explained how it had all been a ruse to hide Vince’s indiscretion with a married woman.
“Do you think he was?” Marie asked. “Indiscreet, that is, or was he really just talking to her.”
Howard was confused by the question. He assumed Vince hadn’t done more with Methuselah than talk, after all, Vince did have some morals. What threw him off was Marie’s apparent implication that “just talking” to a married extreme sports calendar in a cupboard was not indiscrete. Vince must have known people would talk. People would talk about anything. They even talked about Howard and Vince.
When Howard said goodbye to Marie, he tried for another kiss on the lips but was offered her cheek.
Still, it was an amazing night.