Bent 14
Title: Bent
Author: Concupid
Pairing: Howard/Vince
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: graphic man love!, language
Summary: Vince and Howard go home
Naboo watched as Howard held the keys out to Vince, who frowned and said, “I don’t know how to drive,” before climbing into the passenger seat. The plan had been for Naboo and Bollo to take the carpet home, but they both agreed it was better not to leave Vince and Howard alone in a moving vehicle. Whether they started fighting or fucking, someone was sure to get hurt in the process.
Bollo rolled up the carpet, but it was still long enough that it had to sit between Naboo and Bollo and between Howard and Vince. The humans seemed grateful for the barrier.
Naboo felt sorry for his tenants. They were dim, to be sure, but good-hearted. It was hard to see them looking so sad. Vince made a few weak attempts to primp his hair in the rearview mirror before giving up and hanging his head. When Howard tried to tell Vince he looked nice, Vince snapped, “With hair like that, what would you know about it?”
Even Bollo took pity on Howard.
“Harold’s hair look good. Look like Marc Bolan. Or Minnie Driver.”
Howard fussed with his unusually bouncy curls while nervously casting glances at Vince. The River of Reflection was known for its purity, and there wasn’t a touch of grease to weigh Howard’s hair down or to help Vince’s hair stand up. They were in a completely natural state, like untouched babes. Untouched babes who spent their entire spiritual journey bumming. Naboo tried to focus his mind on his chili. He’d have to add extra onions, see if that kept Howard and Vince from rattling the headboard all night long. All their awkwardness didn’t fool him for a moment. After a decade of dancing around their mutual attraction, there was no way they were going to be able to resist their disgusting human urges.
“You know, there is no way you are going to be able to resist your disgusting human urges. You may as well accept the fact you two are going to be going at it like jack rabbits for the next couple of months or years… How long do humans live?”
The humans ignored Naboo’s question and focused on picking apart his wording.
“We’re not animals, Naboo,” Howard argued. “We have control over our disgusting urges.”
“Our urges aren’t disgusting… they’re just uncomfortable to discuss in front of other people,” Vince added.
They only made eye contact for a moment, but Naboo saw a flash of electricity between them. It wasn’t visible to humans, but Naboo could see the heat generated by their connection just as he always had and he silently agreed with his companion when he said, “Bollo be sick.”
Xxx
Vince ran straight to the bathroom he shared with Howard. He needed to put something in his hair to bring it back to life so he could feel like himself again. He added mousse, gel, hairspray, styling mud and sculpting wax before collapsing on the floor.
“Everything all right in there?”
Vince startled at the sound of Howard’s voice through the door.
“I’m fine,” Vince lied. His hair was shiny and soft, but devoid of any kind of body. It was like the styling products rolled right off the tresses.
There was an extended silence and Vince thought Howard had given up when his flat mate said, “Your hair looks nice.”
Vince dragged himself to his feet and opened the door. Howard had his head down, so all Vince could see was his shiny, bouncy curls. The river had brought out Howard’s beauty and left Vince looking plain. With his head hanging, it was easy to kiss Howard. Vince didn’t even have to go up on his toes. Vince closed his eyes and savored the contrast of Howard’s soft lips and scratchy mustache. Like Howard himself, Howard’s kisses were a bit prickly and abrasive, but warm and wonderful and ultimately perfect.
“I want you to fuck me,” Vince cooed into Howard’s ear. He watched Howard’s ear turn a bright shade of red. He expected at least a moment of resistance, but Howard immediately fastened himself onto Vince’s neck and sucked at his throat while running his hands all over Vince’s body. Vince was thrown off by Howard’s ardor, but he wasn’t about to be outdone. He tugged at Howard’s clothes, trying to ‘accidentally’ rip them in a fit of passion, but Howard’s clothes were tough. They made clothes stronger in the 1950s.
Vince was still dressed in his old clothes, but Howard treated the items with respect as he stripped Vince and guided him to Howard’s bed. The duvet was so soft against his skin Vince barely cared that it was the dullest shade of beige imaginable. He still liked the idea of spending his nights cuddled up in all that beigey dullness.
He also liked the idea of having Howard kiss the inside of his thighs for the rest of his life. As long as Howard could put aside being squeamish about touching other human beings, maybe Vince could put aside his fears as well. When Howard wrapped his lips around Vince’s cock, Vince’s fears danced away into oblivion.
Until Howard indicated for Vince to lie on his stomach. Vince was keyed up and painfully hard and so ready to come that he was tempted to hump the pillows Howard was arranging under his hips. It felt wrong enough to have his genitals on Howard’s pillow, it definitely wouldn’t be right to further sully the place where Howard laid his head at night (and dreamed of boring books and terrifying jazz music).
Vince thought about Howard and how much he was about to enjoy being inside of Vince. Howard was about to discover the joys of being a top, and Vince wanted it to be perfect.
“I can get myself ready,” Vince offered. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to…” Vince trailed off and his eyes crossed as Howard licked him. He shuddered and whined as Howard used his tongue and wet fingers to stretch and open Vince. He couldn’t stop shifting around. Every nerve ending in his body felt raw and exposed, so that when Howard slipped his hand under Vince to squeeze his cock, Vince immediately came on Howard’s hand and pillow.
“Sorry, Howard,” he whispered. He looked over his shoulder, expecting Howard to look horrified, but Howard looked nervous and lost as he stared at his semen covered hand.
Vince helped Howard clean his hand with the antibacterial wipes Howard kept next to his bed. He wanted to offer to help Howard wash his face or brush his teeth, but he was afraid to bring attention to what Howard had done. It seemed so odd that Howard would do something so intimate on his own. Vince wondered what kind of books Howard had been checking out at the library.
And then he remembered telling Howard about the one time he actually enjoyed anal sex. Vince wrapped his arms around Howard and held him close until Howard began to relax.
“You don’t have to try so hard, Howard,” he promised before adding, “but I really appreciate it.”
“Do you still want me to…?” Howard carefully avoided Vince’s eyes. Vince tossed the soiled pillow onto the floor before grabbing a replacement from his own bed. He helped Howard with the condom and the lubricant, his face flaming with shame as he remembered taking Howard next to the river. He should have used protection, but he’d felt such a need to not have any barrier between himself and Howard. A need he apparently couldn’t even blame on magic.
He instructed Howard to use his fingers first, but it didn’t take much for Vince to feel surprisingly ready.
“Don’t let me hurt you, Little Man. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Vince gritted his teeth and refused to cry.
He had never been so well prepared. There was only a slight burning as Howard entered him and it was quickly overshadowed by intense pleasure. It was the kind of pleasure that bordered on pain. It was like being tickled while he begged for mercy.
Not that he begged for mercy. He groaned and whimpered and made all manner of obscene noises, but he never begged for mercy. When Howard came with a quiet groan, Vince felt absurdly proud of himself.
Howard arranged Vince so they were lying in one another’s arms. Vince had just started getting hard again towards the end and his body was torn between horniness and sleepiness. He closed his eyes and pressed his face to Howard’s chest. He should have known it would be different with Howard. Everything was different with Howard.
“So… what do you think?” Howard asked in an incongruently formal tone.
“I think that was amazing and that I was an idiot for being so worried. Sorry about that.”
When Howard didn’t respond, Vince craned his neck back to see Howard’s face. His friend looked like he was preparing to give a speech.
“We don’t have to talk about it,” Vince offered. “It was good. I liked it. You were good, Howard. We can keep doing this and you don’t have to do…” Vince fumbled through a few hand gestures that made Howard go white. “You don’t have to do that, but thanks. It helped a lot.”
Howard pulled Vince back to his chest. When he finally delivered the inevitable speech, it was whispered into Vince’s hair.
“I enjoyed that. All of that. I’ll do it again, any time you like and we can do what we did before and we can do other things as well. I will do anything for you and with you, but please, please don’t make me talk about it.”
Vince laughed out loud and squeezed Howard tight. He made Howard promise to wake him up for chili before he closed his eyes and promptly fell asleep.
Author: Concupid
Pairing: Howard/Vince
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: graphic man love!, language
Summary: Vince and Howard go home
Naboo watched as Howard held the keys out to Vince, who frowned and said, “I don’t know how to drive,” before climbing into the passenger seat. The plan had been for Naboo and Bollo to take the carpet home, but they both agreed it was better not to leave Vince and Howard alone in a moving vehicle. Whether they started fighting or fucking, someone was sure to get hurt in the process.
Bollo rolled up the carpet, but it was still long enough that it had to sit between Naboo and Bollo and between Howard and Vince. The humans seemed grateful for the barrier.
Naboo felt sorry for his tenants. They were dim, to be sure, but good-hearted. It was hard to see them looking so sad. Vince made a few weak attempts to primp his hair in the rearview mirror before giving up and hanging his head. When Howard tried to tell Vince he looked nice, Vince snapped, “With hair like that, what would you know about it?”
Even Bollo took pity on Howard.
“Harold’s hair look good. Look like Marc Bolan. Or Minnie Driver.”
Howard fussed with his unusually bouncy curls while nervously casting glances at Vince. The River of Reflection was known for its purity, and there wasn’t a touch of grease to weigh Howard’s hair down or to help Vince’s hair stand up. They were in a completely natural state, like untouched babes. Untouched babes who spent their entire spiritual journey bumming. Naboo tried to focus his mind on his chili. He’d have to add extra onions, see if that kept Howard and Vince from rattling the headboard all night long. All their awkwardness didn’t fool him for a moment. After a decade of dancing around their mutual attraction, there was no way they were going to be able to resist their disgusting human urges.
“You know, there is no way you are going to be able to resist your disgusting human urges. You may as well accept the fact you two are going to be going at it like jack rabbits for the next couple of months or years… How long do humans live?”
The humans ignored Naboo’s question and focused on picking apart his wording.
“We’re not animals, Naboo,” Howard argued. “We have control over our disgusting urges.”
“Our urges aren’t disgusting… they’re just uncomfortable to discuss in front of other people,” Vince added.
They only made eye contact for a moment, but Naboo saw a flash of electricity between them. It wasn’t visible to humans, but Naboo could see the heat generated by their connection just as he always had and he silently agreed with his companion when he said, “Bollo be sick.”
Xxx
Vince ran straight to the bathroom he shared with Howard. He needed to put something in his hair to bring it back to life so he could feel like himself again. He added mousse, gel, hairspray, styling mud and sculpting wax before collapsing on the floor.
“Everything all right in there?”
Vince startled at the sound of Howard’s voice through the door.
“I’m fine,” Vince lied. His hair was shiny and soft, but devoid of any kind of body. It was like the styling products rolled right off the tresses.
There was an extended silence and Vince thought Howard had given up when his flat mate said, “Your hair looks nice.”
Vince dragged himself to his feet and opened the door. Howard had his head down, so all Vince could see was his shiny, bouncy curls. The river had brought out Howard’s beauty and left Vince looking plain. With his head hanging, it was easy to kiss Howard. Vince didn’t even have to go up on his toes. Vince closed his eyes and savored the contrast of Howard’s soft lips and scratchy mustache. Like Howard himself, Howard’s kisses were a bit prickly and abrasive, but warm and wonderful and ultimately perfect.
“I want you to fuck me,” Vince cooed into Howard’s ear. He watched Howard’s ear turn a bright shade of red. He expected at least a moment of resistance, but Howard immediately fastened himself onto Vince’s neck and sucked at his throat while running his hands all over Vince’s body. Vince was thrown off by Howard’s ardor, but he wasn’t about to be outdone. He tugged at Howard’s clothes, trying to ‘accidentally’ rip them in a fit of passion, but Howard’s clothes were tough. They made clothes stronger in the 1950s.
Vince was still dressed in his old clothes, but Howard treated the items with respect as he stripped Vince and guided him to Howard’s bed. The duvet was so soft against his skin Vince barely cared that it was the dullest shade of beige imaginable. He still liked the idea of spending his nights cuddled up in all that beigey dullness.
He also liked the idea of having Howard kiss the inside of his thighs for the rest of his life. As long as Howard could put aside being squeamish about touching other human beings, maybe Vince could put aside his fears as well. When Howard wrapped his lips around Vince’s cock, Vince’s fears danced away into oblivion.
Until Howard indicated for Vince to lie on his stomach. Vince was keyed up and painfully hard and so ready to come that he was tempted to hump the pillows Howard was arranging under his hips. It felt wrong enough to have his genitals on Howard’s pillow, it definitely wouldn’t be right to further sully the place where Howard laid his head at night (and dreamed of boring books and terrifying jazz music).
Vince thought about Howard and how much he was about to enjoy being inside of Vince. Howard was about to discover the joys of being a top, and Vince wanted it to be perfect.
“I can get myself ready,” Vince offered. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to…” Vince trailed off and his eyes crossed as Howard licked him. He shuddered and whined as Howard used his tongue and wet fingers to stretch and open Vince. He couldn’t stop shifting around. Every nerve ending in his body felt raw and exposed, so that when Howard slipped his hand under Vince to squeeze his cock, Vince immediately came on Howard’s hand and pillow.
“Sorry, Howard,” he whispered. He looked over his shoulder, expecting Howard to look horrified, but Howard looked nervous and lost as he stared at his semen covered hand.
Vince helped Howard clean his hand with the antibacterial wipes Howard kept next to his bed. He wanted to offer to help Howard wash his face or brush his teeth, but he was afraid to bring attention to what Howard had done. It seemed so odd that Howard would do something so intimate on his own. Vince wondered what kind of books Howard had been checking out at the library.
And then he remembered telling Howard about the one time he actually enjoyed anal sex. Vince wrapped his arms around Howard and held him close until Howard began to relax.
“You don’t have to try so hard, Howard,” he promised before adding, “but I really appreciate it.”
“Do you still want me to…?” Howard carefully avoided Vince’s eyes. Vince tossed the soiled pillow onto the floor before grabbing a replacement from his own bed. He helped Howard with the condom and the lubricant, his face flaming with shame as he remembered taking Howard next to the river. He should have used protection, but he’d felt such a need to not have any barrier between himself and Howard. A need he apparently couldn’t even blame on magic.
He instructed Howard to use his fingers first, but it didn’t take much for Vince to feel surprisingly ready.
“Don’t let me hurt you, Little Man. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Vince gritted his teeth and refused to cry.
He had never been so well prepared. There was only a slight burning as Howard entered him and it was quickly overshadowed by intense pleasure. It was the kind of pleasure that bordered on pain. It was like being tickled while he begged for mercy.
Not that he begged for mercy. He groaned and whimpered and made all manner of obscene noises, but he never begged for mercy. When Howard came with a quiet groan, Vince felt absurdly proud of himself.
Howard arranged Vince so they were lying in one another’s arms. Vince had just started getting hard again towards the end and his body was torn between horniness and sleepiness. He closed his eyes and pressed his face to Howard’s chest. He should have known it would be different with Howard. Everything was different with Howard.
“So… what do you think?” Howard asked in an incongruently formal tone.
“I think that was amazing and that I was an idiot for being so worried. Sorry about that.”
When Howard didn’t respond, Vince craned his neck back to see Howard’s face. His friend looked like he was preparing to give a speech.
“We don’t have to talk about it,” Vince offered. “It was good. I liked it. You were good, Howard. We can keep doing this and you don’t have to do…” Vince fumbled through a few hand gestures that made Howard go white. “You don’t have to do that, but thanks. It helped a lot.”
Howard pulled Vince back to his chest. When he finally delivered the inevitable speech, it was whispered into Vince’s hair.
“I enjoyed that. All of that. I’ll do it again, any time you like and we can do what we did before and we can do other things as well. I will do anything for you and with you, but please, please don’t make me talk about it.”
Vince laughed out loud and squeezed Howard tight. He made Howard promise to wake him up for chili before he closed his eyes and promptly fell asleep.