Bent Part 3
Title: Bent
Author: Concupid
Pairing: Howard/Vince
Warnings: mild violence, coercive sexuality, language
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Vince weighs the pros and cons of being a total dick
Vince grabbed a suitcase from under his bed. His own bed was covered with clothes, so he threw the suitcase on Howard’s neatly made bunk. Howard pursed his lips, but didn’t speak.
Vince was still wearing Howard’s clothes. The way they hung off of his body made him feel irritable. He felt tiny in the clothes that had a tendency to cling to Howard’s body in unflattering ways. He angrily pulled off the cardigan and tossed it on the floor. Howard sighed, so Vince picked it up and threw it at Howard’s judgmental face.
“Was that necessary?” Howard asked.
“Yeah. Yeah, it was.”
Howard turned his nose up as though Vince wasn’t worth his time.
Vince watched Howard carefully choose clothes from his drawers, apparently weighing the pros and cons of each pair of socks.
“Just fucking pack something,” Vince groaned. He felt physically weighed down by Howard’s fussiness. Normally, he found Howard’s pedantic nonsense endearing, but the magic potion was either making Howard more annoying than usual or Vince less tolerant. Either way, he wanted to throw Howard’s clothes out of a window.
“Worry about yourself,” was Howard’s terse response.
Vince sorted through his wardrobe, trying to find something comfortable and practical. He managed to find a couple pairs of flares and some tee-shirts tucked in the back. He had to get on his hands and knees to find trainers.
“Haven’t seen those in a while,” Howard remarked.
Howard looked at the flares and trainers with a fond smile. Vince dropped Howard’s trousers to the floor before pulling on a pair of now loose flares and enjoyed watching Howard sneak a peak before demurely looking away. There has always been hints that Howard was keen, but this Howard was delightfully transparent.
“You can look. I don’t mind,” Vince offered as he replaced his vest with a vintage Kiss tee-shirt.
Howard turned his back on Vince and pretended to focus very hard on packing dozens of pairs of socks.
He walked up behind Howard, slipping his arms around Howard’s waist and said, “You can do more than look.”
Howard stood frozen in Vince’s arms. Vince ran his hands over Howard’s chest and stomach before giving him a proper feel-up. Howard was hard in his hand and made a kind of whimpering noise when Vince squeezed his cock through his pajama bottoms. Howard was being so vocal and responsive to Vince’s touch, it was impossible not to imagine what it would be like to fuck him. Vince stroked Howard’s cock through the material, eliciting another strangled moan from his friend.
Vince tried to pull Howard’s pajama bottoms down, but Howard suddenly snapped back to his state of prissiness.
“We don’t have time for games.”
“True,” Vince agreed. “We’ll save the games for later, let’s get straight to fucking before Naboo comes back.”
Howard pushed him away and moved to the other side of his bed. He looked flushed and flustered and Vince found it both endearing and arousing. He could do so many things to make Howard moan and cry out in pleasure if only he’d stop being such a prig.
“We’ve got time,” Vince promised. He tried to look friendly and non-threatening.
“I’m not having my fir… We’re not doing this.”
Vince watched Howard angrily pack far too many plain white vests for any voyage. It seemed Howard was anticipating a year long journey.
“Are you a virgin?” he finally asked. Howard’s angry expression was answer enough. “Is that what the whole Precious thing was about?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Howard said as he avoided Vince’s eyes.
“I was there, you know,” Vince pointed out. “You could have been with me instead of an abusive coconut. Just sayin’…”
For a moment, Howard looked so wounded Vince was sorry for his flip comment. He never meant to hurt Howard. It just happened.
Vince reached across the bed and touched Howard’s hand, “I don’t mind, Howard. I think it’s cute that you’re still a virgin.”
It was not the right thing to say.
“Will you stop prattling on about nonsense and pack a suitcase? God knows it takes you long enough.”
Vince tossed a handful of clothes in his suitcase.
“I’m packed.”
Howard didn’t run away when Vince moved towards him. He didn’t resist as Vince pulled him down onto the bed for a proper snog. In fact, it didn’t take long at all for Howard to respond to Vince’s kisses. Vince had his hand inside of Howard’s pajamas, stroking him through his pants, before Howard pushed him away.
“We need to find the antidote,” Howard blustered as he pulled his clothing back into place. “This is… not acceptable.”
Vince threw a pillow at Howard in frustration.
“Don’t come crying to me in two years when you’re a fifty-year-old virgin,” Vince yelled as he stood up and grabbed his suitcase before heading to the door.
“I’m thirty-two!” Howard snapped, not raising his voice.
“You’ve been saying that for three years!”
Vince slammed the door behind him for emphasis and found himself face to face (at least, face to turban) with Naboo. Bollo stood behind the shaman looking worried.
“We need to talk,” Naboo said. “Bollo and I are concerned about how the potion is affecting you.”
“Potion make sweet Vince a real dick.”
“We think the amount you inhaled is making you…”
“A massive ballbag.”
“I don’t need your help, Bollo,” Naboo said without turning his head. “It’s having a strong effect on you and I’m worried about you and Howard being alone…”
“What?” Vince cried. “Just because I’m a little on edge, you think I’m going to start hitting Howard? Or I’m going to try and rape him as soon as we’re alone? That’s bullshit!”
Vince punched the wall in frustration, feeling ganged up on and betrayed.
“That not reassuring response.”
“Yeah,” Naboo agreed. “That’s pretty creepy. We were worried you and Howard might fight the whole time and fuck up the mission. Now I’m worried you’re going to come back wearing Howard’s skin as an anorak.”
Vince clutched at his throbbing hand and tried to calm his thoughts. When Howard poked his head out of the room, Vince wanted to scream at him and chase him away. He didn’t need more people attacking him.
But Howard looked concerned. He quickly took Vince’s injured hand in his own.
“Vince, you’re going to break your hand,” Howard tutted. “You have to calm down.”
Years of flirting hadn’t gotten Vince anywhere with Howard, but being a ‘massive ballbag’ worked like a charm. Howard was tenderly touching Vince’s hand while his lips were still swollen from their snog session on Howard’s bed. Maybe his father was right about nice guys finishing last.
“Let’s get some ice on this, it already looks swollen.”
Vince allowed himself to be led to the kitchen. He didn’t mind Howard’s old lady act when he was doting on Vince. He patiently let Howard hold frozen peas wrapped in a dish towel to his sore hand as Naboo and Bollo put together a packed lunch. Under the table, Vince used his uninjured hand to give Howard’s knee a squeeze and was rewarded with a prim look of disapproval. He moved his hand further up Howard’s thigh, watching to see if his flat mate would rather call attention to what Vince was doing or just accept being fondled with Bollo and Naboo feet away. He was nearly at his goal when Howard mouthed, “Stop!” Vince wanted to keep going. He wanted to see what it would take for Howard to say it out loud. He’d always loved pushing Howard and getting a reaction. He liked knowing there were parts of Howard that only he ever saw.
He moved his hand another inch, but stopped at the panicky look in Howard’s eyes. He pulled his hand back and mumbled, “Sorry,” under his breath.
Instead of being angry, Howard stroked his hair and said, “We’ll get this all sorted out, Vince. Everything will go back to normal.”
“Fuck normal,” Vince grumbled, but he didn’t pull away from Howard’s gentle hands. Normal was Vince desperately trying to please Howard and being ignored. There had to be something between being a doormat and a psycho.
Howard tried to pull away, but Vince grabbed his hands. His hand was throbbing, but he didn’t dare let go.
“Everything will be okay,” Vince said with confidence he didn’t feel. “Don’t worry about me, Howard.”
Howard gave him a small smile before putting the homemade icepack back on Vince’s hand. He could hear Bollo groaning and Naboo making gagging noises, but he kept his eyes focused on Howard’s and tried to shut out the rest of the world if only for a few minutes.
Author: Concupid
Pairing: Howard/Vince
Warnings: mild violence, coercive sexuality, language
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Vince weighs the pros and cons of being a total dick
Vince grabbed a suitcase from under his bed. His own bed was covered with clothes, so he threw the suitcase on Howard’s neatly made bunk. Howard pursed his lips, but didn’t speak.
Vince was still wearing Howard’s clothes. The way they hung off of his body made him feel irritable. He felt tiny in the clothes that had a tendency to cling to Howard’s body in unflattering ways. He angrily pulled off the cardigan and tossed it on the floor. Howard sighed, so Vince picked it up and threw it at Howard’s judgmental face.
“Was that necessary?” Howard asked.
“Yeah. Yeah, it was.”
Howard turned his nose up as though Vince wasn’t worth his time.
Vince watched Howard carefully choose clothes from his drawers, apparently weighing the pros and cons of each pair of socks.
“Just fucking pack something,” Vince groaned. He felt physically weighed down by Howard’s fussiness. Normally, he found Howard’s pedantic nonsense endearing, but the magic potion was either making Howard more annoying than usual or Vince less tolerant. Either way, he wanted to throw Howard’s clothes out of a window.
“Worry about yourself,” was Howard’s terse response.
Vince sorted through his wardrobe, trying to find something comfortable and practical. He managed to find a couple pairs of flares and some tee-shirts tucked in the back. He had to get on his hands and knees to find trainers.
“Haven’t seen those in a while,” Howard remarked.
Howard looked at the flares and trainers with a fond smile. Vince dropped Howard’s trousers to the floor before pulling on a pair of now loose flares and enjoyed watching Howard sneak a peak before demurely looking away. There has always been hints that Howard was keen, but this Howard was delightfully transparent.
“You can look. I don’t mind,” Vince offered as he replaced his vest with a vintage Kiss tee-shirt.
Howard turned his back on Vince and pretended to focus very hard on packing dozens of pairs of socks.
He walked up behind Howard, slipping his arms around Howard’s waist and said, “You can do more than look.”
Howard stood frozen in Vince’s arms. Vince ran his hands over Howard’s chest and stomach before giving him a proper feel-up. Howard was hard in his hand and made a kind of whimpering noise when Vince squeezed his cock through his pajama bottoms. Howard was being so vocal and responsive to Vince’s touch, it was impossible not to imagine what it would be like to fuck him. Vince stroked Howard’s cock through the material, eliciting another strangled moan from his friend.
Vince tried to pull Howard’s pajama bottoms down, but Howard suddenly snapped back to his state of prissiness.
“We don’t have time for games.”
“True,” Vince agreed. “We’ll save the games for later, let’s get straight to fucking before Naboo comes back.”
Howard pushed him away and moved to the other side of his bed. He looked flushed and flustered and Vince found it both endearing and arousing. He could do so many things to make Howard moan and cry out in pleasure if only he’d stop being such a prig.
“We’ve got time,” Vince promised. He tried to look friendly and non-threatening.
“I’m not having my fir… We’re not doing this.”
Vince watched Howard angrily pack far too many plain white vests for any voyage. It seemed Howard was anticipating a year long journey.
“Are you a virgin?” he finally asked. Howard’s angry expression was answer enough. “Is that what the whole Precious thing was about?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Howard said as he avoided Vince’s eyes.
“I was there, you know,” Vince pointed out. “You could have been with me instead of an abusive coconut. Just sayin’…”
For a moment, Howard looked so wounded Vince was sorry for his flip comment. He never meant to hurt Howard. It just happened.
Vince reached across the bed and touched Howard’s hand, “I don’t mind, Howard. I think it’s cute that you’re still a virgin.”
It was not the right thing to say.
“Will you stop prattling on about nonsense and pack a suitcase? God knows it takes you long enough.”
Vince tossed a handful of clothes in his suitcase.
“I’m packed.”
Howard didn’t run away when Vince moved towards him. He didn’t resist as Vince pulled him down onto the bed for a proper snog. In fact, it didn’t take long at all for Howard to respond to Vince’s kisses. Vince had his hand inside of Howard’s pajamas, stroking him through his pants, before Howard pushed him away.
“We need to find the antidote,” Howard blustered as he pulled his clothing back into place. “This is… not acceptable.”
Vince threw a pillow at Howard in frustration.
“Don’t come crying to me in two years when you’re a fifty-year-old virgin,” Vince yelled as he stood up and grabbed his suitcase before heading to the door.
“I’m thirty-two!” Howard snapped, not raising his voice.
“You’ve been saying that for three years!”
Vince slammed the door behind him for emphasis and found himself face to face (at least, face to turban) with Naboo. Bollo stood behind the shaman looking worried.
“We need to talk,” Naboo said. “Bollo and I are concerned about how the potion is affecting you.”
“Potion make sweet Vince a real dick.”
“We think the amount you inhaled is making you…”
“A massive ballbag.”
“I don’t need your help, Bollo,” Naboo said without turning his head. “It’s having a strong effect on you and I’m worried about you and Howard being alone…”
“What?” Vince cried. “Just because I’m a little on edge, you think I’m going to start hitting Howard? Or I’m going to try and rape him as soon as we’re alone? That’s bullshit!”
Vince punched the wall in frustration, feeling ganged up on and betrayed.
“That not reassuring response.”
“Yeah,” Naboo agreed. “That’s pretty creepy. We were worried you and Howard might fight the whole time and fuck up the mission. Now I’m worried you’re going to come back wearing Howard’s skin as an anorak.”
Vince clutched at his throbbing hand and tried to calm his thoughts. When Howard poked his head out of the room, Vince wanted to scream at him and chase him away. He didn’t need more people attacking him.
But Howard looked concerned. He quickly took Vince’s injured hand in his own.
“Vince, you’re going to break your hand,” Howard tutted. “You have to calm down.”
Years of flirting hadn’t gotten Vince anywhere with Howard, but being a ‘massive ballbag’ worked like a charm. Howard was tenderly touching Vince’s hand while his lips were still swollen from their snog session on Howard’s bed. Maybe his father was right about nice guys finishing last.
“Let’s get some ice on this, it already looks swollen.”
Vince allowed himself to be led to the kitchen. He didn’t mind Howard’s old lady act when he was doting on Vince. He patiently let Howard hold frozen peas wrapped in a dish towel to his sore hand as Naboo and Bollo put together a packed lunch. Under the table, Vince used his uninjured hand to give Howard’s knee a squeeze and was rewarded with a prim look of disapproval. He moved his hand further up Howard’s thigh, watching to see if his flat mate would rather call attention to what Vince was doing or just accept being fondled with Bollo and Naboo feet away. He was nearly at his goal when Howard mouthed, “Stop!” Vince wanted to keep going. He wanted to see what it would take for Howard to say it out loud. He’d always loved pushing Howard and getting a reaction. He liked knowing there were parts of Howard that only he ever saw.
He moved his hand another inch, but stopped at the panicky look in Howard’s eyes. He pulled his hand back and mumbled, “Sorry,” under his breath.
Instead of being angry, Howard stroked his hair and said, “We’ll get this all sorted out, Vince. Everything will go back to normal.”
“Fuck normal,” Vince grumbled, but he didn’t pull away from Howard’s gentle hands. Normal was Vince desperately trying to please Howard and being ignored. There had to be something between being a doormat and a psycho.
Howard tried to pull away, but Vince grabbed his hands. His hand was throbbing, but he didn’t dare let go.
“Everything will be okay,” Vince said with confidence he didn’t feel. “Don’t worry about me, Howard.”
Howard gave him a small smile before putting the homemade icepack back on Vince’s hand. He could hear Bollo groaning and Naboo making gagging noises, but he kept his eyes focused on Howard’s and tried to shut out the rest of the world if only for a few minutes.