Basic French
Title: Basic French
Pairing: Howard/Vince (Howince)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,880~
Summary: Howard and Vince are finally a couple and are taking a trip to France, just the two of them. Only, Vince tends to get restless on long flights.
Warnings: Public bumming (Plane bathroom), obviously this contains slash - why else would you be here?
Disclaimer: I do not own The Mighty Boosh. I wish I did.
A/N: My first fic in like months, I don’t really know how good this one is but yeah. It’s also a first part of an unknown amount of follow up fics - possibly 3? I’m not sure. This is also another one of those collaborative fics. Enjoy!
Basic French
The sound of the seatbelt sign went off, signaling that it was now okay to move about the aircraft. Vince sighed, his head was resting on Howard's shoulder as he looked down into the other man's hands which were occupied with a book entitled 'Basic French' which Howard was busily trying to study before they landed at their destination: Paris, France.
"I can't believe we're really going to Paris." Howard hummed, finding it hard to read with Vince's finger idly tracing up and down the length of his thigh, somewhat distracting him.
Vince smiled against his shoulder, "Me neither."
Defeated and content, Howard closed the book on his lap and looped an arm around Vince's shoulders tugging him closer. Vince grabbed Howard's hand and brought it to his mouth to place a soft kiss on his knuckles, "I love you."
Howard placed his head on top of Vince's, "I love you too, little man." He paused, smiling, "This is our first holiday as a couple."
Vince's stomach did a flip; it still made him giddy to hear them spoken about as a real couple.
As much as Vince loved spending time with Howard, he knew this plane flight would drag. They always did, no matter how short or long they were supposed to be. Passing the time couldn't just be spent by sitting contently by Howard as he read up on basic French when he knew perfectly well that they most likely wouldn't need it as they would be spending majority of their time together and alone. A smirk spread across Vince's lips when the perfect thought dawned on him.
"You know what else I love?" He asked, turning his head to look at Howard again.
"What?"
"This." He traced his hand higher and over the zip of Howard's trousers which caused him to erupt a small squeaking noise that would have normally come from a lady. There was no time to lose.
"Vince!" Howard hissed, "There's people around…"
Vince just cocked his head and raised an eyebrow innocently, "So?"
"So… don't get me all, y'know, excited…" his eyes darted about to the other people that were thankfully still unaware of their surroundings or sleeping.
Vince bit his lip and continued to stroke over the length of Howard's zip, "Why? I could always fix it."
Howard gave a little frustrated whine, "But we won't be at the hotel for hours…"
Vince looked back at him, hand motion ceasing, "There's a bathroom on here."
Howard's eyes ogled, it was only once before that they had had relations in public so the concept of getting it on in an airplane toilet was still quite a new and daring concept for Howard to grasp. Vince silently questioned him for approval.
"We can't in airplane bathroom, Vince, it's…" Howard whispered, trailing off when Vince's hand began to move again and he took this as an opportunity to speak.
"Why not?"
Still seeing the uncertainty and arousal in Howard's eyes, Vince took his hand by the wrist and pressed it on his own almost fully hard cock. Howard's cheeks grew pinker than what they already were.
"Because we just…No!" he flustered about trying to think of a decent excuse, even though his body was telling him otherwise.
Vince tilted his head so his neck was now exposed and he looked mock-sweet into Howard's eyes, still holding his hand on his trousers, "Aww c'mon," he placed a kiss on the bottom of Howard's jaw, "don't be such a stick in the mud." He teased, flicking a tongue out over an earlobe which turned a protest into a content 'mmm'.
They were still in their own world, no one had noticed them yet. Surprisingly, considering the amount of nervous movement Howard was creating. Vince let go of Howard's wrist but his hand remained there, pressing a little lighter than what it had been.
"I want you so bad." Vince practically whined. Howard couldn't deny his own arousal and knew that if he didn't do something about it then it would not go away, especially with Vince there beside him the whole time. Howard bit his lip, as if thinking of a better option but on finding none he nodded slowly almost cautiously as if he did it too fast his head would fall right off.
"Okay, but we'll go at different times otherwise it'll be too obvious," Vince nodded in agreement, "I'll go first then wait a minute and come after."
Howard left his seat and calmly walked to the small cubicle at the back of the airplane, locked the door and waited. He counted down the seconds and at exactly one-minute-and-thirty-seconds later he heard Vince's shoes arrive out front and so he opened the door and let the smaller man clamber in the tight space. Both of them barely fit on their own and so together it was even more of a hassle for movement or even air to breathe, but they would manage.
Vince wasted no time and kissed Howard hard on the mouth and shoved him as far back as he could go, feeling arms snake about his waist and pull him infinitely closer. His hands roamed Howard's body, feeling the need to touch every part of his body as quickly as possible. Howard grinded against him and moved his arm lower and grasped Vince's firm arse in his hands, squeezing and making a groan escape his mouth. He broke the kiss momentarily, looking down at the pink face below him.
"I want you. Now."
Vince plunged his tongue once again into Howard's mouth, nipping and sucking at soft, wet skin. He began on the buttons of Howard's shirt, giving up on the last two and just ripping it apart and hearing the buttons fly somewhere and bounce off a wall. The shirt was pulled from his shoulders and Vince moved down to place kisses across his bare chest, licking over a nipple on the way down, Howard gasping in response.
Finding enough sense, Howard moved his hands back around Vince and undid his belt and trousers; shoving them down roughly along with his pants to expose Vince's hardened cock and pale thighs. Vince slid them down further and took one leg out completely, freeing up his movement. He took hold of Howard's belt and did the same, his cock bobbed free and twitched slightly in the cold air. Suddenly Vince was on his knees and his tongue was teasing the leaking head of Howard's cock before he took it whole and began a slow gentle pace, Howard groaned low in his throat at the set warmth of Vince's tongue and mouth. Hearing that noise come from Howard and knowing it was by his doing Vince hummed in response and sped up his rhythm. Howard's hands found their way into Vince's ebony waves and locked on tightly, riding out the sensation.
Not wanting to come just yet he pulled Vince back and tugged him up, he complied and rose to his feet, them now once again face to face. Howard gripped his waist and spun him around, lifting him up just enough to rest Vince's arse on the small sink counter. Howard leaned forward and nipped the bottom of Vince's jaw but was soon halted when his face was lifted higher and a tongue slipped into his mouth to ravage its wet walls. He quickly broke the kiss and entered two fingers into Vince's mouth, feeling them be suckled and swirled about by his mouth and tongue as if it were another person and not two singular digits, with his eyes locked onto Howards and not blinking.
Howard extracted the fingers and reached down between the other mans legs, he curled his back to allow Howard better access as he teased the taught entrance. Vince's hum turned into a deep groan when a finger entered him quickly and without hesitation, beginning the process of fucking him - slowly in and out. The pressure of one finger inside him intensified on a certain push when a second finger was added to the process; forgetting his place Vince moaned exceptionally loud and Howard had to press their mouths together almost viciously to silence him to a muffle.
He pulled back and replaced his mouth with a sweaty palm, "I'll stop if you can't be quiet."
Vince nodded quickly.
Speeding up again and keeping his palm on Vince, the smaller man whimpered against him with both hands gripping the sink with white knuckles.
"Ready?"
Vince gave a desperate 'Mmhmm' against the sweaty palm and Howard took it away and Vince's jaw relaxed open as the two fingers left him and were replaced with Howard's throbbing cock pressing into him. Spreading Vince's legs wider to gain him better access, Howard pulled him to the edge of the sink and tipped him slightly backwards and his head fell back against the small mirror.
"Don't forget to be quiet." He reminded, pushing into Vince's eager and abused entrance.
His breath was heavy and his eyes rolled back into his head in a forceful attempt to silence all noise that wanted to escape him. Howard began a steady pace, speeding up every few thrusts. Vince's nails were digging into the backs of his shoulders and he knew that red crescents would be appearing under them. His eyes were wide open staring down at the concentrated look on Vince's face, Howard grabbed a leg and lifted it higher to rest on his shoulder; changing angle and hitting Vince's prostate perfectly. Vince sucked in his bottom lip at the brilliant rush that filled him with each new thrust, biting down and most certainly drawing blood that he sucked and swallowed.
Howard's pace sped up with Vince gasping and moaning each time he was rammed into the sink faucet that dug into the small of his back, not really caring how loud Vince had become as his own grunts were getting increasingly louder.
"Fuck…Howard…"
"Open your eyes."
Vince's eyes shot open to meet with Howard's and that was all it took for both of them. Final thrusts to ride out the release as Howard flowed into Vince whose stickiness now covered their chests as their breaths returned to normal. He pulled out and lowered the smaller man onto his feet in the confines of the cubicle. Vince checked himself in the mirror before leaving, face still flushed, to return to his seat with Howard following soon after and trying to avoid eye contact with anyone as he suspected all of them of knowing what had just occurred.
Both seated and resumed their prior positions, Vince fidgeting and Howard numbly trying to read about French.
Vince spoke to the window, "We still have a few hours left. Might have to do that again; considering I can't keep my hands off you for long." He gave Howard a cheeky wink.
"We are not doing that again on here. No, sir." His eyes avoiding any contact.
Vince gave a little pout and Howard sighed and smirked back at him, "If you can wait I promise when we get to the hotel I'll fuck you as hard as you want, as long as you want and in whatever position you want. Deal?"
Vince's eyes shined excitedly, "Deal."
Basic French - Part 2
Pairing: Howard/Vince (Howince)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,880~
Summary: Howard and Vince are finally a couple and are taking a trip to France, just the two of them. Only, Vince tends to get restless on long flights.
Warnings: Public bumming (Plane bathroom), obviously this contains slash - why else would you be here?
Disclaimer: I do not own The Mighty Boosh. I wish I did.
A/N: My first fic in like months, I don’t really know how good this one is but yeah. It’s also a first part of an unknown amount of follow up fics - possibly 3? I’m not sure. This is also another one of those collaborative fics. Enjoy!
Basic French
The sound of the seatbelt sign went off, signaling that it was now okay to move about the aircraft. Vince sighed, his head was resting on Howard's shoulder as he looked down into the other man's hands which were occupied with a book entitled 'Basic French' which Howard was busily trying to study before they landed at their destination: Paris, France.
"I can't believe we're really going to Paris." Howard hummed, finding it hard to read with Vince's finger idly tracing up and down the length of his thigh, somewhat distracting him.
Vince smiled against his shoulder, "Me neither."
Defeated and content, Howard closed the book on his lap and looped an arm around Vince's shoulders tugging him closer. Vince grabbed Howard's hand and brought it to his mouth to place a soft kiss on his knuckles, "I love you."
Howard placed his head on top of Vince's, "I love you too, little man." He paused, smiling, "This is our first holiday as a couple."
Vince's stomach did a flip; it still made him giddy to hear them spoken about as a real couple.
As much as Vince loved spending time with Howard, he knew this plane flight would drag. They always did, no matter how short or long they were supposed to be. Passing the time couldn't just be spent by sitting contently by Howard as he read up on basic French when he knew perfectly well that they most likely wouldn't need it as they would be spending majority of their time together and alone. A smirk spread across Vince's lips when the perfect thought dawned on him.
"You know what else I love?" He asked, turning his head to look at Howard again.
"What?"
"This." He traced his hand higher and over the zip of Howard's trousers which caused him to erupt a small squeaking noise that would have normally come from a lady. There was no time to lose.
"Vince!" Howard hissed, "There's people around…"
Vince just cocked his head and raised an eyebrow innocently, "So?"
"So… don't get me all, y'know, excited…" his eyes darted about to the other people that were thankfully still unaware of their surroundings or sleeping.
Vince bit his lip and continued to stroke over the length of Howard's zip, "Why? I could always fix it."
Howard gave a little frustrated whine, "But we won't be at the hotel for hours…"
Vince looked back at him, hand motion ceasing, "There's a bathroom on here."
Howard's eyes ogled, it was only once before that they had had relations in public so the concept of getting it on in an airplane toilet was still quite a new and daring concept for Howard to grasp. Vince silently questioned him for approval.
"We can't in airplane bathroom, Vince, it's…" Howard whispered, trailing off when Vince's hand began to move again and he took this as an opportunity to speak.
"Why not?"
Still seeing the uncertainty and arousal in Howard's eyes, Vince took his hand by the wrist and pressed it on his own almost fully hard cock. Howard's cheeks grew pinker than what they already were.
"Because we just…No!" he flustered about trying to think of a decent excuse, even though his body was telling him otherwise.
Vince tilted his head so his neck was now exposed and he looked mock-sweet into Howard's eyes, still holding his hand on his trousers, "Aww c'mon," he placed a kiss on the bottom of Howard's jaw, "don't be such a stick in the mud." He teased, flicking a tongue out over an earlobe which turned a protest into a content 'mmm'.
They were still in their own world, no one had noticed them yet. Surprisingly, considering the amount of nervous movement Howard was creating. Vince let go of Howard's wrist but his hand remained there, pressing a little lighter than what it had been.
"I want you so bad." Vince practically whined. Howard couldn't deny his own arousal and knew that if he didn't do something about it then it would not go away, especially with Vince there beside him the whole time. Howard bit his lip, as if thinking of a better option but on finding none he nodded slowly almost cautiously as if he did it too fast his head would fall right off.
"Okay, but we'll go at different times otherwise it'll be too obvious," Vince nodded in agreement, "I'll go first then wait a minute and come after."
Howard left his seat and calmly walked to the small cubicle at the back of the airplane, locked the door and waited. He counted down the seconds and at exactly one-minute-and-thirty-seconds later he heard Vince's shoes arrive out front and so he opened the door and let the smaller man clamber in the tight space. Both of them barely fit on their own and so together it was even more of a hassle for movement or even air to breathe, but they would manage.
Vince wasted no time and kissed Howard hard on the mouth and shoved him as far back as he could go, feeling arms snake about his waist and pull him infinitely closer. His hands roamed Howard's body, feeling the need to touch every part of his body as quickly as possible. Howard grinded against him and moved his arm lower and grasped Vince's firm arse in his hands, squeezing and making a groan escape his mouth. He broke the kiss momentarily, looking down at the pink face below him.
"I want you. Now."
Vince plunged his tongue once again into Howard's mouth, nipping and sucking at soft, wet skin. He began on the buttons of Howard's shirt, giving up on the last two and just ripping it apart and hearing the buttons fly somewhere and bounce off a wall. The shirt was pulled from his shoulders and Vince moved down to place kisses across his bare chest, licking over a nipple on the way down, Howard gasping in response.
Finding enough sense, Howard moved his hands back around Vince and undid his belt and trousers; shoving them down roughly along with his pants to expose Vince's hardened cock and pale thighs. Vince slid them down further and took one leg out completely, freeing up his movement. He took hold of Howard's belt and did the same, his cock bobbed free and twitched slightly in the cold air. Suddenly Vince was on his knees and his tongue was teasing the leaking head of Howard's cock before he took it whole and began a slow gentle pace, Howard groaned low in his throat at the set warmth of Vince's tongue and mouth. Hearing that noise come from Howard and knowing it was by his doing Vince hummed in response and sped up his rhythm. Howard's hands found their way into Vince's ebony waves and locked on tightly, riding out the sensation.
Not wanting to come just yet he pulled Vince back and tugged him up, he complied and rose to his feet, them now once again face to face. Howard gripped his waist and spun him around, lifting him up just enough to rest Vince's arse on the small sink counter. Howard leaned forward and nipped the bottom of Vince's jaw but was soon halted when his face was lifted higher and a tongue slipped into his mouth to ravage its wet walls. He quickly broke the kiss and entered two fingers into Vince's mouth, feeling them be suckled and swirled about by his mouth and tongue as if it were another person and not two singular digits, with his eyes locked onto Howards and not blinking.
Howard extracted the fingers and reached down between the other mans legs, he curled his back to allow Howard better access as he teased the taught entrance. Vince's hum turned into a deep groan when a finger entered him quickly and without hesitation, beginning the process of fucking him - slowly in and out. The pressure of one finger inside him intensified on a certain push when a second finger was added to the process; forgetting his place Vince moaned exceptionally loud and Howard had to press their mouths together almost viciously to silence him to a muffle.
He pulled back and replaced his mouth with a sweaty palm, "I'll stop if you can't be quiet."
Vince nodded quickly.
Speeding up again and keeping his palm on Vince, the smaller man whimpered against him with both hands gripping the sink with white knuckles.
"Ready?"
Vince gave a desperate 'Mmhmm' against the sweaty palm and Howard took it away and Vince's jaw relaxed open as the two fingers left him and were replaced with Howard's throbbing cock pressing into him. Spreading Vince's legs wider to gain him better access, Howard pulled him to the edge of the sink and tipped him slightly backwards and his head fell back against the small mirror.
"Don't forget to be quiet." He reminded, pushing into Vince's eager and abused entrance.
His breath was heavy and his eyes rolled back into his head in a forceful attempt to silence all noise that wanted to escape him. Howard began a steady pace, speeding up every few thrusts. Vince's nails were digging into the backs of his shoulders and he knew that red crescents would be appearing under them. His eyes were wide open staring down at the concentrated look on Vince's face, Howard grabbed a leg and lifted it higher to rest on his shoulder; changing angle and hitting Vince's prostate perfectly. Vince sucked in his bottom lip at the brilliant rush that filled him with each new thrust, biting down and most certainly drawing blood that he sucked and swallowed.
Howard's pace sped up with Vince gasping and moaning each time he was rammed into the sink faucet that dug into the small of his back, not really caring how loud Vince had become as his own grunts were getting increasingly louder.
"Fuck…Howard…"
"Open your eyes."
Vince's eyes shot open to meet with Howard's and that was all it took for both of them. Final thrusts to ride out the release as Howard flowed into Vince whose stickiness now covered their chests as their breaths returned to normal. He pulled out and lowered the smaller man onto his feet in the confines of the cubicle. Vince checked himself in the mirror before leaving, face still flushed, to return to his seat with Howard following soon after and trying to avoid eye contact with anyone as he suspected all of them of knowing what had just occurred.
Both seated and resumed their prior positions, Vince fidgeting and Howard numbly trying to read about French.
Vince spoke to the window, "We still have a few hours left. Might have to do that again; considering I can't keep my hands off you for long." He gave Howard a cheeky wink.
"We are not doing that again on here. No, sir." His eyes avoiding any contact.
Vince gave a little pout and Howard sighed and smirked back at him, "If you can wait I promise when we get to the hotel I'll fuck you as hard as you want, as long as you want and in whatever position you want. Deal?"
Vince's eyes shined excitedly, "Deal."
Basic French - Part 2