Bent Part 13
Title: Bent
Author: Concupid
Pairing: Howard/Vince
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: graphic sex, rough language
Summary: Howard and Vince find the River of Reflection
Author’s Note: There’s one or two chapters left to go, depending on the smut I feel is artistically necessary to complete the story. I know it’s been dark and difficult and I appreciate everyone who has gone along for the ride!
Howard stroked Vince’s hair and kissed his pale neck and shoulder. He wanted to ask Vince to stroke harder or faster, but he could not bring himself to ask out loud. He was still afraid of being mocked. He felt too fragile. Instead, he breathed in the (surprisingly smoky) scent of Vince’s hair and savored the warmth of Vince’s warm hand cupping him between his legs. Howard was feeling like he might orgasm just from the gentle caress when he awoke with a start. He looked around the tent, trying to sort out where he was and why.
And why Vince was sleeping with his head on Howard’s chest and his hand on Howard’s family jewels.
Vince’s hand twitched in a light, rhythmic squeeze. Howard felt guilty and tried to gently move Vince’s hand, but his flat mate opened his eyes and snatched his hand back defensively.
“What’s going on?” Vince demanded as he searched his surroundings for a possible threat.
“Sorry,” Howard mumbled. “I was just moving your hand a little…”
Vince’s face went from defensive to leering as he eyed Howard’s tented trousers.
“I was dreaming about you,” Vince purred as he stroked his hand over Howard’s erection. “You had me bent over in the Nabootique. It was actually pretty hot.”
Howard’s face was flaming and he didn’t know where to look. Every inch of the tent was now associated with sex in Howard’s mind.
“We’ll make it work,” Vince whispered into Howard’s ear. The feel of Vince’s breath on his ear made Howard shudder. He was aching all over, and he desperately needed to brush his teeth and empty his bladder, but he wanted nothing more than to pull Vince down for another round of Noir loving.
“Maybe we should clean up and… discuss your dream some more,” Howard suggested in what he hoped was a sexy tone.
Vince squeezed Howard’s cock through his trousers.
“Let’s make it quick.”
Howard nearly knocked Vince over in his rush to stand up. He grabbed Vince by the wrist and dragged him out of the tent with only slightly exaggerated enthusiasm.
Howard was so caught up in the moment, he nearly crawled into the lake that was right outside their tent.
“River of Reflection!” Vince cried. “Genius! Looks like my luck is back.”
There could be no doubt. A slow-moving river with a perfectly reflective surface had formed directly in front of their tent. It was like looking into a mirror. Howard could see the slight swelling and redness on Vince’s fair skin from where Howard’s mustache had scratched him. Howard touched the purplish love bite on his own neck and smiled. He could count his crow’s feet in the river’s reflection.
“I’ll miss this,” Vince said as he ran his fingers through Howard’s curls. He carefully arranged them around Howard’s face. It seemed to be random, but Howard could see how the placement made his cheekbones look sharper.
“I don’t think my hair was changed by the magic…”
“But you won’t let me touch you like this when you’re back to yourself,” Vince observed. Vince continued to make his point by running his hand down Howard’s chest and belly before giving his genitals a quick squeeze. Howard blushed but he resisted the urge to pull away. It might be his last chance to actually enjoy being touched rather than having a panic attack.
Howard was lost in his thoughts when Vince gave him a kiss on the lips.
“I know it’s been a weird adventure,” Vince said, “even for us, but I’m glad it happened. We will make this work.”
Howard couldn’t look Vince in the eye, but he eagerly nodded his agreement. He wasn’t sure how, but he was not going to give up his chance to be with Vince. After years of trying to be the man he thought Vince could admire or look up to, he’d finally learned how to make Vince happy.
Vince began stripping off his clothes and Howard hesitantly followed suit. Howard cautiously entered the water first and reached out for Vince’s hand. Vince didn’t really know how to swim. Howard thought of how Vince had clutched at his hand, his eyes wide with terror as they were forced to walk the plank after Vince’s midnight barbering incident. It was one of the few times Howard could actually be the protector Vince wanted. With Vince’s life in his hands, Howard didn’t have the option to panic. He had to stay calm and swim with Vince draped over his back.
“Thanks again, Howard,” Vince said out of nowhere. “I would have drowned if you hadn’t dragged me to that island. I’ll never forget that.”
Howard turned around and gave Vince a quick kiss.
“I’d do anything for you,” Howard promised before looking away. He was only knee deep in water but already felt his usual awkwardness coming back. Vince squeezed Howard’s hand and pulled him deeper into the water until Vince was up to his shoulders in the surprisingly warm river.
“Now what?” Howard asked. He’d expected something more dramatic when he entered the river. Maybe a tingling sensation or at least some incidental music playing in the distance.
“Weren’t we meant to bathe in the river?” Vince asked. “We had to wash away toxins and… something.”
“Assumptions and toxic cognitions,” Howard remembered. “Let’s start washing them away, I suppose.”
Howard awkwardly rubbed at his skin. He felt ridiculous, but eager to be done with their latest adventure.
“Wish I had my loofah,” Vince sighed. “That’s a good sign, right? I haven’t cared about my skin since the swap.”
Howard smiled at Vince’s observation.
“Actually, I was thinking I wanted a loofah as well, so maybe not…”
Vince smirked.
“You? You hate the very concept of a loofah. Remember that night I put a loofah on your pillow? You had…” Vince began laughing so hard at the memory, he could barely breath, “nightmares… for weeks!!! ‘Oh, the dead skin's all over me! It’s re-foliating me in my sleep!’”
Howard was reasonably certain he’d said no such thing, but the idea of an item intended to slough away dead skin normally made him cringe. However, standing in the magical river, he wanted something to make him feel clean and thoroughly scrubbed. He and Vince had spent hours sweating all over each other and getting Howard’s semen everywhere. Soap would have been nice.
“Feeling dirty?” Vince asked, his eyes suddenly cold.
Howard flushed under Vince’s accusing stare, but was not sure how to argue the point. He did feel dirty and embarrassed and exposed, but he had no regrets. Being with Vince had been everything Howard wanted. It was exciting, passionate and (at times) tender and loving. Even when Vince was rough, Howard always felt a powerful connection between them.
“Ready to wash me off of your skin?” Vince asked in an almost menacing tone as he stepped closer to Howard. He cupped Howard’s arse and gave it a squeeze before slipping one finger between Howard’s cheeks. Howard tried to relax as the sensitive orifice was probed and teased.
“No,” Howard whispered. “Well, maybe some of your sweat…”
Howard gasped as Vince pushed his finger inside.
“You want it one more time?” Vince asked in a shaky, husky voice. “You want my cock inside you one more time before we change back? Tell me you want it.”
Howard tensed at Vince’s words, but he closed his eyes and nodded. He did want Vince again. He’s arse was sore and tender and he was pretty sure he had pulled a muscle in his leg while being folded in half for Vince, but he was desperate for another chance to let Vince take him. They slipped along the slippery stones beneath their feet as the tried to move quickly towards the shore, and just managed to reach the grass without injury. Howard planned to head back to their tent, but Vince gestured to a bright green tuft of grass by the river. Howard had to admit, it looked inviting. He let Vince take the lead once again until Howard was on his back on the ground, as exposed as possible while Vince attempted to get Howard ready using only spit. Howard wondered about the lubricant and johnnies, but he had no intention of questioning Vince.
Vince’s hands were shaky as he worked his cock in for that first and most difficult moment of penetration. Howard tried to relax his muscles even as every instinct made him want to tighten up around Vince’s cock.
“I’ve been tested an all,” Vince said as he made mad faces trying to push himself all the way into Howard’s entrance. “It’s safe, I promise.”
Howard was relieved at Vince’s comment, but concerned by the fact Vince was carefully not looking Howard in the eye.
“I know you… wouldn’t do anything.. to …hurt me.”
It was hard to talk while getting fucked.
“I wanna hurt you,” Vince murmured into Howard’s ear though they were in the middle of nowhere. “Just a little. I don’t want you to be able to sit for a week without thinking of me inside you.”
Howard closed his eyes, unable to say out loud that Vince had no concerns on that front. Long after the aching was over, he was certain there wouldn’t be a waking hour when he didn’t think about what he’d done with Vince. Instead of speaking, he pulled Vince down for a kiss and tried to reassure him that he had nothing to fear. Howard would never be the same.
The change in Vince was immediate. He was less aggressive. He was more gentle, more loving. That, more than the sex act itself, was nearly Howard’s undoing. He felt fragile and exposed, but safe in Vince’s arms.
He was kissing Vince when he came. When Vince collapsed on top of him, Howard couldn’t help but joke that they needed another bath.
Vince looked off into the distance.
“I want to go back to the way things were, but I don’t want to lose this.”
“We won’t,” Howard promised, not at all certain he was speaking truth. He held Vince’s hand and they walked into the water. They took turns rubbing each other’s skin and trying to wash away whatever it was they were meant to wash away.
“I’m getting pruney,” Vince observed. “But I don’t feel different.”
“Maybe we need to submerge ourselves,” Howard suggested. “Make sure it gets everywhere, cleans out our mindtanks.”
Vince frowned and Howard instinctively grabbed for his hand in the water.
“It’s all right Little Man. We’ll stay on our feet. I’ll have you the whole time… Does it bother you when I call you Little Man?”
Vince looked thoughtful, then confused and then he started laughing.
“I love being our Little Man! It’s creepy and all cause it’s like you’re my dad and I want to shag you stupid, but it makes me happy when you call me Little Man.”
Howard felt deeply relieved. The idea that he’d been hurting Vince with his good intentions had weighed on him.
Vince took Howard by the hands.
“What do we do?”
Howard gently guided Vince through the process, using his creamiest voice to inspire trust and calm in his younger friend. The river was so clear and pure, it was easy to keep their eyes open as they moved below the surface. Howard could see the panic in Vince’s eyes, but he continued to match Howard’s pace until they were completely submerged. Vince’s thick, black hair waved in the water and gave Howard a sense of déjà vu. He had a vision of the Spirit of Jazz, but chased it from his mind. It was no time for nightmares.
Howard guided them back to the surface, where Vince took great gulping breathes though they had been under for a matter of seconds.
“How does my hair look?” Vince asked as he tried to fluff the wet strands.
Howard felt a thrill as Vince primped. Perhaps the magic spell was broken. Howard felt so grateful, tears formed in is eyes as he considered the ramifications.
“Well, you’re still weeping. So, what else are we supposed to do?” Vince asked irritably.
Xxx
Naboo and Bollo hesitantly made their way through the bushes, terrified of what they might see. Naboo was certain he’d have the image of Vince bumming Howard on the riverbank burned into his retinas for all of eternity.
“Bollo no can take more. Bollo be sick,” the ape moaned as they again made their way towards the river.
“Helloooooo!” Naboo yelled. “It’s Naboo and Bollo and we are approaching so… put your dicks away.”
“Bollo rip Harold’s off if he see it!” Bollo grunted.
When Naboo dared to step into the clearing, Howard and Vince were likely naked, but fully covered by the water of the river. He and Bollo breathed a sigh of relief.
“All right, ballbags. You’re cured. Time to get back in the van and go home.”
Naboo waited for the inevitable stupid questions.
“What?” Vince cried. “Howard’s still weeping like a Frenchman and I’m still angry and horny.”
Naboo, Bollo and Howard all looked to the tuft of grass that had so recently been abused.
“Still?” Howard asked.
Naboo put his hands in the air, “The spell was broken sometime last night and now you’ve washed the remnants away so… let’s get home. I’m doing a chili.”
Naboo watched Vince struggle between his love of chili and his love of pointless questions. Howard was less conflicted.
“But we aren’t back to normal,” Howard insisted.
“The magic is gone. All your current hang-ups are yours to deal with. Now get some clothes on and get in the van.”
Author: Concupid
Pairing: Howard/Vince
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: graphic sex, rough language
Summary: Howard and Vince find the River of Reflection
Author’s Note: There’s one or two chapters left to go, depending on the smut I feel is artistically necessary to complete the story. I know it’s been dark and difficult and I appreciate everyone who has gone along for the ride!
Howard stroked Vince’s hair and kissed his pale neck and shoulder. He wanted to ask Vince to stroke harder or faster, but he could not bring himself to ask out loud. He was still afraid of being mocked. He felt too fragile. Instead, he breathed in the (surprisingly smoky) scent of Vince’s hair and savored the warmth of Vince’s warm hand cupping him between his legs. Howard was feeling like he might orgasm just from the gentle caress when he awoke with a start. He looked around the tent, trying to sort out where he was and why.
And why Vince was sleeping with his head on Howard’s chest and his hand on Howard’s family jewels.
Vince’s hand twitched in a light, rhythmic squeeze. Howard felt guilty and tried to gently move Vince’s hand, but his flat mate opened his eyes and snatched his hand back defensively.
“What’s going on?” Vince demanded as he searched his surroundings for a possible threat.
“Sorry,” Howard mumbled. “I was just moving your hand a little…”
Vince’s face went from defensive to leering as he eyed Howard’s tented trousers.
“I was dreaming about you,” Vince purred as he stroked his hand over Howard’s erection. “You had me bent over in the Nabootique. It was actually pretty hot.”
Howard’s face was flaming and he didn’t know where to look. Every inch of the tent was now associated with sex in Howard’s mind.
“We’ll make it work,” Vince whispered into Howard’s ear. The feel of Vince’s breath on his ear made Howard shudder. He was aching all over, and he desperately needed to brush his teeth and empty his bladder, but he wanted nothing more than to pull Vince down for another round of Noir loving.
“Maybe we should clean up and… discuss your dream some more,” Howard suggested in what he hoped was a sexy tone.
Vince squeezed Howard’s cock through his trousers.
“Let’s make it quick.”
Howard nearly knocked Vince over in his rush to stand up. He grabbed Vince by the wrist and dragged him out of the tent with only slightly exaggerated enthusiasm.
Howard was so caught up in the moment, he nearly crawled into the lake that was right outside their tent.
“River of Reflection!” Vince cried. “Genius! Looks like my luck is back.”
There could be no doubt. A slow-moving river with a perfectly reflective surface had formed directly in front of their tent. It was like looking into a mirror. Howard could see the slight swelling and redness on Vince’s fair skin from where Howard’s mustache had scratched him. Howard touched the purplish love bite on his own neck and smiled. He could count his crow’s feet in the river’s reflection.
“I’ll miss this,” Vince said as he ran his fingers through Howard’s curls. He carefully arranged them around Howard’s face. It seemed to be random, but Howard could see how the placement made his cheekbones look sharper.
“I don’t think my hair was changed by the magic…”
“But you won’t let me touch you like this when you’re back to yourself,” Vince observed. Vince continued to make his point by running his hand down Howard’s chest and belly before giving his genitals a quick squeeze. Howard blushed but he resisted the urge to pull away. It might be his last chance to actually enjoy being touched rather than having a panic attack.
Howard was lost in his thoughts when Vince gave him a kiss on the lips.
“I know it’s been a weird adventure,” Vince said, “even for us, but I’m glad it happened. We will make this work.”
Howard couldn’t look Vince in the eye, but he eagerly nodded his agreement. He wasn’t sure how, but he was not going to give up his chance to be with Vince. After years of trying to be the man he thought Vince could admire or look up to, he’d finally learned how to make Vince happy.
Vince began stripping off his clothes and Howard hesitantly followed suit. Howard cautiously entered the water first and reached out for Vince’s hand. Vince didn’t really know how to swim. Howard thought of how Vince had clutched at his hand, his eyes wide with terror as they were forced to walk the plank after Vince’s midnight barbering incident. It was one of the few times Howard could actually be the protector Vince wanted. With Vince’s life in his hands, Howard didn’t have the option to panic. He had to stay calm and swim with Vince draped over his back.
“Thanks again, Howard,” Vince said out of nowhere. “I would have drowned if you hadn’t dragged me to that island. I’ll never forget that.”
Howard turned around and gave Vince a quick kiss.
“I’d do anything for you,” Howard promised before looking away. He was only knee deep in water but already felt his usual awkwardness coming back. Vince squeezed Howard’s hand and pulled him deeper into the water until Vince was up to his shoulders in the surprisingly warm river.
“Now what?” Howard asked. He’d expected something more dramatic when he entered the river. Maybe a tingling sensation or at least some incidental music playing in the distance.
“Weren’t we meant to bathe in the river?” Vince asked. “We had to wash away toxins and… something.”
“Assumptions and toxic cognitions,” Howard remembered. “Let’s start washing them away, I suppose.”
Howard awkwardly rubbed at his skin. He felt ridiculous, but eager to be done with their latest adventure.
“Wish I had my loofah,” Vince sighed. “That’s a good sign, right? I haven’t cared about my skin since the swap.”
Howard smiled at Vince’s observation.
“Actually, I was thinking I wanted a loofah as well, so maybe not…”
Vince smirked.
“You? You hate the very concept of a loofah. Remember that night I put a loofah on your pillow? You had…” Vince began laughing so hard at the memory, he could barely breath, “nightmares… for weeks!!! ‘Oh, the dead skin's all over me! It’s re-foliating me in my sleep!’”
Howard was reasonably certain he’d said no such thing, but the idea of an item intended to slough away dead skin normally made him cringe. However, standing in the magical river, he wanted something to make him feel clean and thoroughly scrubbed. He and Vince had spent hours sweating all over each other and getting Howard’s semen everywhere. Soap would have been nice.
“Feeling dirty?” Vince asked, his eyes suddenly cold.
Howard flushed under Vince’s accusing stare, but was not sure how to argue the point. He did feel dirty and embarrassed and exposed, but he had no regrets. Being with Vince had been everything Howard wanted. It was exciting, passionate and (at times) tender and loving. Even when Vince was rough, Howard always felt a powerful connection between them.
“Ready to wash me off of your skin?” Vince asked in an almost menacing tone as he stepped closer to Howard. He cupped Howard’s arse and gave it a squeeze before slipping one finger between Howard’s cheeks. Howard tried to relax as the sensitive orifice was probed and teased.
“No,” Howard whispered. “Well, maybe some of your sweat…”
Howard gasped as Vince pushed his finger inside.
“You want it one more time?” Vince asked in a shaky, husky voice. “You want my cock inside you one more time before we change back? Tell me you want it.”
Howard tensed at Vince’s words, but he closed his eyes and nodded. He did want Vince again. He’s arse was sore and tender and he was pretty sure he had pulled a muscle in his leg while being folded in half for Vince, but he was desperate for another chance to let Vince take him. They slipped along the slippery stones beneath their feet as the tried to move quickly towards the shore, and just managed to reach the grass without injury. Howard planned to head back to their tent, but Vince gestured to a bright green tuft of grass by the river. Howard had to admit, it looked inviting. He let Vince take the lead once again until Howard was on his back on the ground, as exposed as possible while Vince attempted to get Howard ready using only spit. Howard wondered about the lubricant and johnnies, but he had no intention of questioning Vince.
Vince’s hands were shaky as he worked his cock in for that first and most difficult moment of penetration. Howard tried to relax his muscles even as every instinct made him want to tighten up around Vince’s cock.
“I’ve been tested an all,” Vince said as he made mad faces trying to push himself all the way into Howard’s entrance. “It’s safe, I promise.”
Howard was relieved at Vince’s comment, but concerned by the fact Vince was carefully not looking Howard in the eye.
“I know you… wouldn’t do anything.. to …hurt me.”
It was hard to talk while getting fucked.
“I wanna hurt you,” Vince murmured into Howard’s ear though they were in the middle of nowhere. “Just a little. I don’t want you to be able to sit for a week without thinking of me inside you.”
Howard closed his eyes, unable to say out loud that Vince had no concerns on that front. Long after the aching was over, he was certain there wouldn’t be a waking hour when he didn’t think about what he’d done with Vince. Instead of speaking, he pulled Vince down for a kiss and tried to reassure him that he had nothing to fear. Howard would never be the same.
The change in Vince was immediate. He was less aggressive. He was more gentle, more loving. That, more than the sex act itself, was nearly Howard’s undoing. He felt fragile and exposed, but safe in Vince’s arms.
He was kissing Vince when he came. When Vince collapsed on top of him, Howard couldn’t help but joke that they needed another bath.
Vince looked off into the distance.
“I want to go back to the way things were, but I don’t want to lose this.”
“We won’t,” Howard promised, not at all certain he was speaking truth. He held Vince’s hand and they walked into the water. They took turns rubbing each other’s skin and trying to wash away whatever it was they were meant to wash away.
“I’m getting pruney,” Vince observed. “But I don’t feel different.”
“Maybe we need to submerge ourselves,” Howard suggested. “Make sure it gets everywhere, cleans out our mindtanks.”
Vince frowned and Howard instinctively grabbed for his hand in the water.
“It’s all right Little Man. We’ll stay on our feet. I’ll have you the whole time… Does it bother you when I call you Little Man?”
Vince looked thoughtful, then confused and then he started laughing.
“I love being our Little Man! It’s creepy and all cause it’s like you’re my dad and I want to shag you stupid, but it makes me happy when you call me Little Man.”
Howard felt deeply relieved. The idea that he’d been hurting Vince with his good intentions had weighed on him.
Vince took Howard by the hands.
“What do we do?”
Howard gently guided Vince through the process, using his creamiest voice to inspire trust and calm in his younger friend. The river was so clear and pure, it was easy to keep their eyes open as they moved below the surface. Howard could see the panic in Vince’s eyes, but he continued to match Howard’s pace until they were completely submerged. Vince’s thick, black hair waved in the water and gave Howard a sense of déjà vu. He had a vision of the Spirit of Jazz, but chased it from his mind. It was no time for nightmares.
Howard guided them back to the surface, where Vince took great gulping breathes though they had been under for a matter of seconds.
“How does my hair look?” Vince asked as he tried to fluff the wet strands.
Howard felt a thrill as Vince primped. Perhaps the magic spell was broken. Howard felt so grateful, tears formed in is eyes as he considered the ramifications.
“Well, you’re still weeping. So, what else are we supposed to do?” Vince asked irritably.
Xxx
Naboo and Bollo hesitantly made their way through the bushes, terrified of what they might see. Naboo was certain he’d have the image of Vince bumming Howard on the riverbank burned into his retinas for all of eternity.
“Bollo no can take more. Bollo be sick,” the ape moaned as they again made their way towards the river.
“Helloooooo!” Naboo yelled. “It’s Naboo and Bollo and we are approaching so… put your dicks away.”
“Bollo rip Harold’s off if he see it!” Bollo grunted.
When Naboo dared to step into the clearing, Howard and Vince were likely naked, but fully covered by the water of the river. He and Bollo breathed a sigh of relief.
“All right, ballbags. You’re cured. Time to get back in the van and go home.”
Naboo waited for the inevitable stupid questions.
“What?” Vince cried. “Howard’s still weeping like a Frenchman and I’m still angry and horny.”
Naboo, Bollo and Howard all looked to the tuft of grass that had so recently been abused.
“Still?” Howard asked.
Naboo put his hands in the air, “The spell was broken sometime last night and now you’ve washed the remnants away so… let’s get home. I’m doing a chili.”
Naboo watched Vince struggle between his love of chili and his love of pointless questions. Howard was less conflicted.
“But we aren’t back to normal,” Howard insisted.
“The magic is gone. All your current hang-ups are yours to deal with. Now get some clothes on and get in the van.”