Bent Part 5
Title: Bent
Author: Concupid
Pairing: Howard/Vince
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: mild violence, language
Summary: Vince does not need directions.
“Maybe we should stop and get our bearings…”
Vince slammed on the brakes.
“I don’t need a map! I don’t need directions! I need to drive to the top of this big fucking mountain and look for a stream!”
Vince gripped the steering wheel and tried to take deep breaths. He didn’t dare look at Howard. Howard would either be glaring his disapproval or looking scared and both were likely to tip Vince over the edge. He couldn’t handle any more of Howard’s judgment or his sniveling.
They sat in silence until Vince felt ready to drive again. He started pulling forward when Howard muttered something under his breath. Vince slammed on the brakes again, and was pleased to see Howard jerk forward in his seat, even at their slow speed.
“You got something to say, say it.”
Vince watched Howard stew and fume. Howard had always been the king of impotent anger, but it was normally accompanied by an endless litany of complaints and ego-protecting declarations. Quiet Howard was driving Vince batty.
“Just spit it out!” he cried. “For fuck’s sake, you never shut up and now you’ve forgotten how to speak?”
Howard looked offended and then he looked away.
Vince reached for Howard’s arm, only to have Howard jump and flail about like Vince was trying to murder him.
“Calm down, you berk! I’m just trying to talk to you!”
“You’re not talking!” Howard bellowed. “You’re yelling! I’ve had enough…”
Howard clamped his mouth shut as though he’d already said too much.
“Enough what?”
But Howard had shut down. He had his arms and legs crossed and his body angled away from Vince. It didn’t take an expert in body language to read the message Howard was sending with his posture.
Vince gently placed his hand on Howard’s arm. Howard started to pull away, but stopped.
“I don’t want to fight,” Howard said quietly as Vince gently stroked his bicep. Howard felt sturdy and strong, but pliable under Vince’s fingers.
“I don’t want to fight either,” Vince said in complete honesty. “I can think of better ways to let off a little steam.”
Howard tensed up again, but he didn’t resist when Vince pulled him in for a kiss. Vince tried not to be too pushy as he tasted Howard’s lips and throat and stroked his arms and back through far too many layers of clothing. Howard was comically overdressed as though he was expecting the Spirit of Jazz to drop by and rip off his clothes at any moment.
As soon as Vince tried to make a move below the waist, Howard pushed him away.
“C’mon, Howard,” Vince whined. “I know you want to do this as much as I do, why are you making such a big deal out of it?”
Howard looked ready to deliver a speech, so Vince cut him off with another kiss. It didn’t take long for Howard to relax. Vince crawled into his lap and was able to get under four layers of shirts to touch Howard’s belly before Howard again pushed him away. He might have handled it better if had hadn’t ended up trapped between the seats with his legs in the air.
“What the fuck?” Vince yelled as he kicked at Howard. “Why are you acting like such a prissy virgin?”
Vince wanted to sink through the floor of the van as soon as the words left his mouth, but he was still grateful when Howard helped pull him up.
“Sorry, Howard. I didn’t mean it.”
“It’s true,” Howard said quietly.
“Yeah, but I still shouldn’t have said it.”
When Howard didn’t laugh, Vince put his hand on Howard’s knee. “I like you the way you are, Howard. I don’t want you to change.”
“Except for the prissy virgin part,” Howard weakly joked. He looked so sad, it hurt Vince to look at him.
“No exceptions.”
Then Howard started crying.
Vince was afraid to touch him, so he just sort of hovered near Howard and waited for some sort of instinct to kick in.
“We need to find that stream,” Howard said as he wiped tears from his eyes. “This is fucking ridiculous. How do women live with all these thoughts and feelings? I can’t stop thinking!”
Vince reached out to stroke Howard’s hair. He wanted to comfort his distraught friend. He also wanted to get him naked.
“I’m constantly either angry or horny or both,” Vince admitted. “And if you make one fucking smart ass comment, I will drive this van into a tree.”
Howard sighed and Vince prepared to make good on his promise.
“I don’t mean to be annoying,” Howard said softly as he stared at his hands. “Everything sounds different in my head.”
Vince kissed Howard, and when Howard all but melted into his arms, he pulled back before they ended up in another fight.
“Let’s keep driving,” Vince suggested. “For now.”
He tried to replace the images in his head of Howard with Bob Fossil. The fact that he was still horny was deeply upsetting.
“I think that’s best,” Howard agreed. “For now.”
Vince smiled as he started up the van. He drove for less than a minute before they found their path cut off by an enormous sign reading, “Dead End”.
“Oh, fucking hell!” Vince yelled as he took out his impotent rage on the steering wheel. Howard wisely held his tongue.
Author: Concupid
Pairing: Howard/Vince
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: mild violence, language
Summary: Vince does not need directions.
“Maybe we should stop and get our bearings…”
Vince slammed on the brakes.
“I don’t need a map! I don’t need directions! I need to drive to the top of this big fucking mountain and look for a stream!”
Vince gripped the steering wheel and tried to take deep breaths. He didn’t dare look at Howard. Howard would either be glaring his disapproval or looking scared and both were likely to tip Vince over the edge. He couldn’t handle any more of Howard’s judgment or his sniveling.
They sat in silence until Vince felt ready to drive again. He started pulling forward when Howard muttered something under his breath. Vince slammed on the brakes again, and was pleased to see Howard jerk forward in his seat, even at their slow speed.
“You got something to say, say it.”
Vince watched Howard stew and fume. Howard had always been the king of impotent anger, but it was normally accompanied by an endless litany of complaints and ego-protecting declarations. Quiet Howard was driving Vince batty.
“Just spit it out!” he cried. “For fuck’s sake, you never shut up and now you’ve forgotten how to speak?”
Howard looked offended and then he looked away.
Vince reached for Howard’s arm, only to have Howard jump and flail about like Vince was trying to murder him.
“Calm down, you berk! I’m just trying to talk to you!”
“You’re not talking!” Howard bellowed. “You’re yelling! I’ve had enough…”
Howard clamped his mouth shut as though he’d already said too much.
“Enough what?”
But Howard had shut down. He had his arms and legs crossed and his body angled away from Vince. It didn’t take an expert in body language to read the message Howard was sending with his posture.
Vince gently placed his hand on Howard’s arm. Howard started to pull away, but stopped.
“I don’t want to fight,” Howard said quietly as Vince gently stroked his bicep. Howard felt sturdy and strong, but pliable under Vince’s fingers.
“I don’t want to fight either,” Vince said in complete honesty. “I can think of better ways to let off a little steam.”
Howard tensed up again, but he didn’t resist when Vince pulled him in for a kiss. Vince tried not to be too pushy as he tasted Howard’s lips and throat and stroked his arms and back through far too many layers of clothing. Howard was comically overdressed as though he was expecting the Spirit of Jazz to drop by and rip off his clothes at any moment.
As soon as Vince tried to make a move below the waist, Howard pushed him away.
“C’mon, Howard,” Vince whined. “I know you want to do this as much as I do, why are you making such a big deal out of it?”
Howard looked ready to deliver a speech, so Vince cut him off with another kiss. It didn’t take long for Howard to relax. Vince crawled into his lap and was able to get under four layers of shirts to touch Howard’s belly before Howard again pushed him away. He might have handled it better if had hadn’t ended up trapped between the seats with his legs in the air.
“What the fuck?” Vince yelled as he kicked at Howard. “Why are you acting like such a prissy virgin?”
Vince wanted to sink through the floor of the van as soon as the words left his mouth, but he was still grateful when Howard helped pull him up.
“Sorry, Howard. I didn’t mean it.”
“It’s true,” Howard said quietly.
“Yeah, but I still shouldn’t have said it.”
When Howard didn’t laugh, Vince put his hand on Howard’s knee. “I like you the way you are, Howard. I don’t want you to change.”
“Except for the prissy virgin part,” Howard weakly joked. He looked so sad, it hurt Vince to look at him.
“No exceptions.”
Then Howard started crying.
Vince was afraid to touch him, so he just sort of hovered near Howard and waited for some sort of instinct to kick in.
“We need to find that stream,” Howard said as he wiped tears from his eyes. “This is fucking ridiculous. How do women live with all these thoughts and feelings? I can’t stop thinking!”
Vince reached out to stroke Howard’s hair. He wanted to comfort his distraught friend. He also wanted to get him naked.
“I’m constantly either angry or horny or both,” Vince admitted. “And if you make one fucking smart ass comment, I will drive this van into a tree.”
Howard sighed and Vince prepared to make good on his promise.
“I don’t mean to be annoying,” Howard said softly as he stared at his hands. “Everything sounds different in my head.”
Vince kissed Howard, and when Howard all but melted into his arms, he pulled back before they ended up in another fight.
“Let’s keep driving,” Vince suggested. “For now.”
He tried to replace the images in his head of Howard with Bob Fossil. The fact that he was still horny was deeply upsetting.
“I think that’s best,” Howard agreed. “For now.”
Vince smiled as he started up the van. He drove for less than a minute before they found their path cut off by an enormous sign reading, “Dead End”.
“Oh, fucking hell!” Vince yelled as he took out his impotent rage on the steering wheel. Howard wisely held his tongue.