Fic: Pink, Frills and Hearts
Title: Pink, Frills and Hearts
Pairing: Howard/Vince
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,529
Summary: Howard buys a little gift for Vince which Vince takes the wrong way at first, leading to a tiny disagreement, which eventually leads to kissing on the couch.
Warnings: If boys loving, kissing or touching one another offends you then don’t read... If this is the case, I ask “WHY ARE YOU HERE?!”
Disclaimer: I don’t own either of them, I'm making zero profit and this never happened. The only thing I possess the rights to is my own imagination and personal belief that these two go at it like sex-crazed bunnies.
Author Notes: Yet another late birthday giftfic >_< This time it’s for ftw302 who asked for some lovely domestic Howince. I hope this is to your liking :)
Gifts are one of the main sources of joy in Vince’s life. They’re lovely, gifts are, and surprise gifts are even better. And surprise gifts from Howard? Well they’re Vince’s favourite kind. He never knows what Howard has in store for him, sugary sweets, sparkly clothes, shiny objects, and occasionally the not so rare special little gifty for personal times. Howard is the master of surprising Vince with those kinds of gifts. But today, Howard is most definitely not the master. Today, Howard’s gifts are horrible.
“Howard, the hell’s this for?” Vince storms into the living room and throws his present at Howard, hitting him in the face.
Howard peeks up at Vince, who’s scowling at him with his hands on his hips, and tries not to laugh. He was obviously only halfway through his morning routine when he found his gift. There’s a pair of ridiculously tight jeans hugging his unmanly curves but his chest is bare, still shinning slightly from his moisturiser. He’s got one sock on and half his hair is tied back in a bun (contrary to popular belief, Vince’s hair is as curly and crazy as a golliwogs).
“What’s the matter, I thought you’d find them to be quite your style,” Howard looks down at the gift in his hand. “I mean, they’re all pink and frilly and look, this one’s got hearts on it.” Howard offers him a warm smile but Vince just glares at him.
“Yeah, well done Howard. Pink, frills and hearts. You got that bit right.” Vince rips the gift out his hands and shakes it violently in Howard’s face, “But what the bloody hell do you expect me to do with them exactly? Is this some kind of kink you’ve yet to tell me you’ve got. Cause you know I’m willing to do pretty much anything at least twice but, come on, really?” Vince holds the gift up and inspects it with a slightly bemused face. “I didn’t even know this was a kink... not that I should be surprised it’d turn you on,” he mumbles under his breath.
“No Vince, that’s not what I bought them for,” Howard clears his throat.
“Whatever pervert.” Now it’s Howard’s turn to glare. “Alright, I give up,” Vince throws his arms in the air, “why did you buy me a pinny and pair of rubber gloves then?”
“Well, I bought the gloves because I remember you saying once that uh, when you did the washing up, it um, made your hands go all rough and dry.” Howard looks at him sheepishly but Vince doesn’t say anything, just looks at him with a slightly dazed look. “And I saw them in the shops, with their little pink hearts and they bloody reminded me of you, alright.”
“And the apron?” Vince crosses his arms.
“Ah that, well, that purchase might have been a tiny bit self-indulgent but it’s just as much for you as it is for me... and my viewing pleasures.”
“Go on.”
“Now I know that Naboo and Bollo think I’m the one who bakes those little cakes every Sunday afternoon but they’re starting to get suspicious of all the flour and icing that keeps popping up on your clothes so,” Howard gestures to the frilly apron.
Vince looks down at the gifts in his hands with a more serious look now, almost as if he were thinking hard about the thought and care that Howard put into buying them for him.
“Frowning doesn’t suit you honey, stop making a fuss. They’re nothing special.”Howard gets to his feet and tries to kiss Vince on the cheek but he’s only pushed away.
“Oi you great big pillock, what do you think you’re doing? Can’t go ‘round callin’ me honey like that,” Vince snaps out of his serious train of thought and remembers they’re supposed to be keeping themselves a secret. “What if Naboo or Bollo hear us?”
“Yeah, I don’t care about that though do I Vince? I’m not the one who wants to keep it all hush-hush. If it were up to me I’d be shouting it from the rooftop... again,” Howard’s eyes dart around the room. Vince looks at Howard’s sad expression and he feels a little sick in the tummy. He guesses this is what guilt must feel like.
“M’sorry studmuffin,” Vince looks up at him through thick lashes and holds his arms out, which Howard tentatively steps into. Vince gives a little appreciative moan as Howard’s warm palms slide over his back. He leans up to whisper in Howard’s ear, his nose buried in the soft curls. “Come on Howard,” he purrs, “it spices things up in the bedroom if we’re all secretive. Sneaking around gets me all hot and bothered and when you try and steal me away from other people, it’s well sexy.”
Howard shivers as Vince breathes hotly in his ear, tongue poking out to lick a clean swipe across his lobe. His grip on Vince’s bare shoulders tightens suddenly and Vince groans at being manhandled in such a manner, but Howard forcibly shoves him away and holds him at arm’s length.
“Sorry Noir, but as long as you refuse to put us out in the open and on display for all to see, there’ll be no touching, licking, grabbing or fondling of any kind,” he holds a finger up as Vince opens his mouth in protest, “and that’s final sir.” Howard snatches the apron and gloves and storms off into their bedroom, leaving Vince to stand there, all hurt and confused, looking like a right tit.
Vince collapses onto the settee in a huff and twists his still curly hair, deep in concentration. What should he do? Would it really matter if Naboolio and Bollo found out? Would Howard care if they knew? Surely things in the bedroom would be alright without all the secrecy? Ugh, all this thinking, Vince can practically feel his hair growing even curlier by the second. He makes a mad dash for his straightener, and as he looks himself in the mirror he decides he doesn’t want to keep Howard as his secret anymore. The whole galaxy should know about his jazzy Northern freak and how much he loves him, they’d be well jealous.
Later that evening, when Vince is fully-dressed and straight-haired and Howard has finally finished his sulking and steps out of the bedroom, Vince starts to put his plan into action.
“Bring me a cuppa won’t you love?” Vince asks as he looks up from his magazine, taking in Howard’s astonished expression.
“Uh no,” Howard puffs out his chest. “I will not make you a cup of tea Vincent. And I’m not your love either.”
“S’not what you said last night,” Vince mumbles under his breath. Howard frowns at him and nods his head in the direction of Naboo and Bollo sitting on the opposite side of the room. ‘So what?’ Vince mouths.
Howard narrows his eyes suspiciously and goes about making Vince a cuppa. He brings it over to him shortly, and Vince gratefully takes the steaming brew into his hands. Howard flops down at the other end of the couch, keeping a viable distance from Vince. Vince glares at him and swings his legs around so his feet rest in Howard’s lap.
“I could really go a foot rub right now,” Vince sighs, wiggling his toes.
Howard doesn’t give him the satisfaction of a snappy reply. Instead he plays Vince’s game and his hands set to work on Vince’s odd-socked feet. Vince never dreamed Howard would actually give him a foot rub with their housemates in the room (he honestly thought Howard wanted to keep it secret just as much as he did), and his eyes dart nervously over to where the Shaman and gorilla are puffing away. He’s more than surprised how little this whole situation is bothering him considering his flatmates are only a few feet away from them.
He arches his back and makes a small noise at the back of his throat as Howard’s thumb presses sharply on the soft spot, right where his boots dig in the most. This goes on for several minutes, Vince making more keening sounds and growing even more fidgety. When the other two occupants of the room finally pass out, Vince is beyond relieved and he looks back at Howard with heavy lidded, unfocused eyes.
“Give us a kiss then,” he whispers.
Howard and Vince lunge at each other, wasting no time, pulling at each other’s cloths and necking like horny teenagers on a Friday night. Howard pushes Vince down on his back and rests his hand on Vince’s thigh, holding it tight against him. Vince sucks on Howard’s tongue and thinks to himself that Howard’s mouth has never tasted so good. They’re all grabby hands and sloppy tongues and pathetic moans but it’s never been more beautiful. Eventually they break, both breathing heavily, chests falling and rising rapidly. Vince grabs Howard by the collar pulling their faces closer again.
“Bed. Now.” he groans.
Howard looks at him with a cheeky, toothy grin, “Only if you were those special little gifties I bought you.”
“Deal.”
Author Notes 2:
Those gloves actually exist, somewhere. I saw them over 6 months ago in the supermarket and I'm kicking myself for not buying them. The idea of Howard buying them for Vince to keep his hands nice and supple invaded my mind. So, that means some of this has been sitting around since early December D: But at least it’s not been put to good use :)
And just in case anyone doesn’t know what a golliwog is. No harm or offence was meant by the inclusion of golliwogs, they just have awesomely crazy hair!
Pairing: Howard/Vince
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,529
Summary: Howard buys a little gift for Vince which Vince takes the wrong way at first, leading to a tiny disagreement, which eventually leads to kissing on the couch.
Warnings: If boys loving, kissing or touching one another offends you then don’t read... If this is the case, I ask “WHY ARE YOU HERE?!”
Disclaimer: I don’t own either of them, I'm making zero profit and this never happened. The only thing I possess the rights to is my own imagination and personal belief that these two go at it like sex-crazed bunnies.
Author Notes: Yet another late birthday giftfic >_< This time it’s for ftw302 who asked for some lovely domestic Howince. I hope this is to your liking :)
Gifts are one of the main sources of joy in Vince’s life. They’re lovely, gifts are, and surprise gifts are even better. And surprise gifts from Howard? Well they’re Vince’s favourite kind. He never knows what Howard has in store for him, sugary sweets, sparkly clothes, shiny objects, and occasionally the not so rare special little gifty for personal times. Howard is the master of surprising Vince with those kinds of gifts. But today, Howard is most definitely not the master. Today, Howard’s gifts are horrible.
“Howard, the hell’s this for?” Vince storms into the living room and throws his present at Howard, hitting him in the face.
Howard peeks up at Vince, who’s scowling at him with his hands on his hips, and tries not to laugh. He was obviously only halfway through his morning routine when he found his gift. There’s a pair of ridiculously tight jeans hugging his unmanly curves but his chest is bare, still shinning slightly from his moisturiser. He’s got one sock on and half his hair is tied back in a bun (contrary to popular belief, Vince’s hair is as curly and crazy as a golliwogs).
“What’s the matter, I thought you’d find them to be quite your style,” Howard looks down at the gift in his hand. “I mean, they’re all pink and frilly and look, this one’s got hearts on it.” Howard offers him a warm smile but Vince just glares at him.
“Yeah, well done Howard. Pink, frills and hearts. You got that bit right.” Vince rips the gift out his hands and shakes it violently in Howard’s face, “But what the bloody hell do you expect me to do with them exactly? Is this some kind of kink you’ve yet to tell me you’ve got. Cause you know I’m willing to do pretty much anything at least twice but, come on, really?” Vince holds the gift up and inspects it with a slightly bemused face. “I didn’t even know this was a kink... not that I should be surprised it’d turn you on,” he mumbles under his breath.
“No Vince, that’s not what I bought them for,” Howard clears his throat.
“Whatever pervert.” Now it’s Howard’s turn to glare. “Alright, I give up,” Vince throws his arms in the air, “why did you buy me a pinny and pair of rubber gloves then?”
“Well, I bought the gloves because I remember you saying once that uh, when you did the washing up, it um, made your hands go all rough and dry.” Howard looks at him sheepishly but Vince doesn’t say anything, just looks at him with a slightly dazed look. “And I saw them in the shops, with their little pink hearts and they bloody reminded me of you, alright.”
“And the apron?” Vince crosses his arms.
“Ah that, well, that purchase might have been a tiny bit self-indulgent but it’s just as much for you as it is for me... and my viewing pleasures.”
“Go on.”
“Now I know that Naboo and Bollo think I’m the one who bakes those little cakes every Sunday afternoon but they’re starting to get suspicious of all the flour and icing that keeps popping up on your clothes so,” Howard gestures to the frilly apron.
Vince looks down at the gifts in his hands with a more serious look now, almost as if he were thinking hard about the thought and care that Howard put into buying them for him.
“Frowning doesn’t suit you honey, stop making a fuss. They’re nothing special.”Howard gets to his feet and tries to kiss Vince on the cheek but he’s only pushed away.
“Oi you great big pillock, what do you think you’re doing? Can’t go ‘round callin’ me honey like that,” Vince snaps out of his serious train of thought and remembers they’re supposed to be keeping themselves a secret. “What if Naboo or Bollo hear us?”
“Yeah, I don’t care about that though do I Vince? I’m not the one who wants to keep it all hush-hush. If it were up to me I’d be shouting it from the rooftop... again,” Howard’s eyes dart around the room. Vince looks at Howard’s sad expression and he feels a little sick in the tummy. He guesses this is what guilt must feel like.
“M’sorry studmuffin,” Vince looks up at him through thick lashes and holds his arms out, which Howard tentatively steps into. Vince gives a little appreciative moan as Howard’s warm palms slide over his back. He leans up to whisper in Howard’s ear, his nose buried in the soft curls. “Come on Howard,” he purrs, “it spices things up in the bedroom if we’re all secretive. Sneaking around gets me all hot and bothered and when you try and steal me away from other people, it’s well sexy.”
Howard shivers as Vince breathes hotly in his ear, tongue poking out to lick a clean swipe across his lobe. His grip on Vince’s bare shoulders tightens suddenly and Vince groans at being manhandled in such a manner, but Howard forcibly shoves him away and holds him at arm’s length.
“Sorry Noir, but as long as you refuse to put us out in the open and on display for all to see, there’ll be no touching, licking, grabbing or fondling of any kind,” he holds a finger up as Vince opens his mouth in protest, “and that’s final sir.” Howard snatches the apron and gloves and storms off into their bedroom, leaving Vince to stand there, all hurt and confused, looking like a right tit.
Vince collapses onto the settee in a huff and twists his still curly hair, deep in concentration. What should he do? Would it really matter if Naboolio and Bollo found out? Would Howard care if they knew? Surely things in the bedroom would be alright without all the secrecy? Ugh, all this thinking, Vince can practically feel his hair growing even curlier by the second. He makes a mad dash for his straightener, and as he looks himself in the mirror he decides he doesn’t want to keep Howard as his secret anymore. The whole galaxy should know about his jazzy Northern freak and how much he loves him, they’d be well jealous.
Later that evening, when Vince is fully-dressed and straight-haired and Howard has finally finished his sulking and steps out of the bedroom, Vince starts to put his plan into action.
“Bring me a cuppa won’t you love?” Vince asks as he looks up from his magazine, taking in Howard’s astonished expression.
“Uh no,” Howard puffs out his chest. “I will not make you a cup of tea Vincent. And I’m not your love either.”
“S’not what you said last night,” Vince mumbles under his breath. Howard frowns at him and nods his head in the direction of Naboo and Bollo sitting on the opposite side of the room. ‘So what?’ Vince mouths.
Howard narrows his eyes suspiciously and goes about making Vince a cuppa. He brings it over to him shortly, and Vince gratefully takes the steaming brew into his hands. Howard flops down at the other end of the couch, keeping a viable distance from Vince. Vince glares at him and swings his legs around so his feet rest in Howard’s lap.
“I could really go a foot rub right now,” Vince sighs, wiggling his toes.
Howard doesn’t give him the satisfaction of a snappy reply. Instead he plays Vince’s game and his hands set to work on Vince’s odd-socked feet. Vince never dreamed Howard would actually give him a foot rub with their housemates in the room (he honestly thought Howard wanted to keep it secret just as much as he did), and his eyes dart nervously over to where the Shaman and gorilla are puffing away. He’s more than surprised how little this whole situation is bothering him considering his flatmates are only a few feet away from them.
He arches his back and makes a small noise at the back of his throat as Howard’s thumb presses sharply on the soft spot, right where his boots dig in the most. This goes on for several minutes, Vince making more keening sounds and growing even more fidgety. When the other two occupants of the room finally pass out, Vince is beyond relieved and he looks back at Howard with heavy lidded, unfocused eyes.
“Give us a kiss then,” he whispers.
Howard and Vince lunge at each other, wasting no time, pulling at each other’s cloths and necking like horny teenagers on a Friday night. Howard pushes Vince down on his back and rests his hand on Vince’s thigh, holding it tight against him. Vince sucks on Howard’s tongue and thinks to himself that Howard’s mouth has never tasted so good. They’re all grabby hands and sloppy tongues and pathetic moans but it’s never been more beautiful. Eventually they break, both breathing heavily, chests falling and rising rapidly. Vince grabs Howard by the collar pulling their faces closer again.
“Bed. Now.” he groans.
Howard looks at him with a cheeky, toothy grin, “Only if you were those special little gifties I bought you.”
“Deal.”
Author Notes 2:
Those gloves actually exist, somewhere. I saw them over 6 months ago in the supermarket and I'm kicking myself for not buying them. The idea of Howard buying them for Vince to keep his hands nice and supple invaded my mind. So, that means some of this has been sitting around since early December D: But at least it’s not been put to good use :)
And just in case anyone doesn’t know what a golliwog is. No harm or offence was meant by the inclusion of golliwogs, they just have awesomely crazy hair!