Bent Part 7
Title: Bent
Author: Concupid
Pairing: Vince/Howard
Rating: R
Warnings: angst, semi-graphic sexuality… this is a hard story to put warnings for. Things you read in other fanfics that make you uncomfortable? That’s the kind of stuff happening here.
Summary: Howard is ready to be a man of action. Sort of.
Trapped in Old Gregg’s lair, Howard faced the certainty that he was going to have to perform some kind of sex act with his captor if he ever hoped to see the light of day again. He was disturbingly unclear at the time about what exactly was going to happen, but he knew it was going to happen with a psychotic, scaly manfish. That was the outcome of waiting for just the right time: sex with a monster who looked a bit like Rick James. He should have seen it coming.
It gave him a bit of perspective. It made him wonder if he hadn’t spent too much of his youth worrying about being gay or straight when he should have been figuring it out the old fashioned way. He let every opportunity for intimacy slip by until he was too scared to really try anymore. Instead of making love and taking the risk of being laughed at, he found himself in a situation where he was going to have sex with a monster who might kill him and mount him on a wall regardless of his performance.
It felt like his due for selling out Vince for a map. He’d selfishly (if obliviously) put Vince in harm’s way and fate was evening the score. Howard had no doubt while he was with Old Gregg that he deserved what was going to happen to him. If Vince hadn’t rescued him, he’d have deserved that, too. When Vince finally arrived, it was a weight off of Howard’s shoulders. Not only would he not have to touch a glowing mangina, but he was being given a second chance at life, love and friendship.
Howard had given up on intimacy, but not on romance. He had loved from a safe distance and sometimes through binoculars, but the incident with Old Gregg showed Howard he was finally ready for more. Old Gregg had been rock bottom, and Howard had nowhere to go but up. Once he was saved, Howard promised himself he wouldn’t be such a coward any more. When he and Vince went to America, he’d use it as a fresh start. He could blame all his awkwardness on English repression and no one would be the wiser. He wouldn’t waste another opportunity.
He’d come so close to learning about sex in the most disturbing manner possible, Howard Moon was determined to work it out on his own before it was too late.
Vince wasn’t far off when he suggested Howard’s tortured love affair with Precious had been related to his virginity. Instead of practicing on American women (or possibly men), Howard had to practice being a lover with a coconut. He thought walking through the steps of a relationship would help him feel more confident. Maybe it would have if he hadn’t gone so coco loco. Instead of feeling braver, he was more afraid that ever. Precious confirmed that Howard was weak and a pushover. Since leaving the island, Howard had been able to avoid thinking about Precious and what it all meant, but Howard’s current lady brain couldn’t stop picking it apart and making un-wanted connections. He’d pushed Vince away on that island, putting a literal barrier between them so he didn’t have to risk exposing himself to Vince for mockery. He was pathetic.
Howard had been weak and fearful all his life. His parents never missed an opportunity to tell him so and the rest of the world seemed to agree. Even as he lay on his back, wriggling out of his pants, he felt scared but also excited to finally be on his way to manhood. It wasn’t quite what he’d wanted, but Vince had a point about romanticizing. Howard needed to live in the real world, a world where Vince was somehow going to fit what looked to be a rather large erect cock into Howard’s very small orifice.
Once he was naked, Howard looked to Vince, hoping for instructions. He was glad to still have a bit of a tan from the island. He looked thinner with a tan.
Vince ran his hand across Howard’s chest and down to his stomach. He circled Howard’s bellybutton and teased him a bit before he began the agonizingly slow descent to Howard’s cock. By the time he wrapped his hand around Howard’s shaft, Howard was shivering with excitement. Vince was surprisingly gentle. Howard wondered if Vince felt sorry for being harsh ealier, but he didn’t dare ask. He had no idea how to stay of Vince’s good side. All through their friendship, that had never been a concern. Vince took to Howard straight away and things had always easy between them. Life was hard, but being with Vince had always been easy.
“We can wait until dark,” Vince said in a strangled voice. “We can wait as long as you like, Howard.”
Vince moved his hand from Howard’s cock to his stomach, his face was unreadable. Howard patted Vince’s hand and felt reassured by Vince’s change of heart. It was Vince’s nature to be impulsive, but not inflexible. His willingness to wait was reassuring.
“We don’t have to wait,” Howard said sincerely. Now that Vince was hesitating, it seemed silly to wait. He’d wanted Vince for years despite his best efforts not to be attracted to a man who lived on candy. Howard often fell in love with women, but it was Vince who starred in Howard’s most shameful dreams.
“I’m sorry for being such a dick, Howard. I don’t want to ruin something special for you.”
“I’m ready,” Howard promised. “I was feeling nervous, but I’m fine. I’m ready to seize the moment, as they say.”
Instead of grilling him on who “they” were, Vince stroked Howard’s chest in a way that made Howard feel certain he could handle whatever Vince had in mind.
Vince ran his hand back down Howard’s stomach, but this time he skirted Howard’s cock and cupped his testicles instead. Howard tried not to tense up, but he suddenly felt very vulnerable.
“What’s wrong?”
Vince’s terse tone only made matters worse. Howard did not want an angry Vince cupping his balls. It was a situation that could turn ugly very quickly.
“Just a little nervous,” Howard answered with what he knew was a weak smile. His whole body felt a little shaky and not quite under his control. Vince pulled his hand away and licked his first two fingers. Howard understood what Vince was doing, but he was still shocked to feel wet fingers probing his arse. He hadn’t been prepared for it to feel so real.
“Have you tried putting anything up there? Your fingers or whatever?” Vince asked as he carefully probed the tight ring of muscle.
Howard admitted he’d done some ‘exploring’ with his fingers.
“Did you like it?” Vince asked. When Howard didn’t answer, Vince continued. “I know, it hurts. It can feel good, but mostly it just hurts and by the time you feel anything good it’s over. The first time a guy did it to me, it was all I could do not to cry. You really want that?”
Howard felt like, “Yes,” was the wrong answer, but he couldn’t pretend he did not want to follow through. An uncomfortable encounter with Vince was still miles above what he would have had with Old Gregg. It was definitely Howard’s time to be a man of action… or something of the sort.
“But there have been times when it was good, right?” Howard asked hopefully. There seemed to be an awful lot of people bumming in the world, there had to be an upside.
Vince looked away before he said, “Yeah, there was one guy…”
Howard wasn’t sure who he hated more, the faceless and nameless men who failed Vince or the one man who didn’t.
“What did he do?” Howard asked, embarrassed to realize he was incapable of even guessing. His research had been practical in nature. “What was different? I know the ins and outs… ins and outs, that’s one of mine…”
Vince groaned and put his free hand over Howard’s mouth.
“He did some… oral stuff. I don’t think it would be up your alley,” Vince explained. The he smiled. “I guess it would be up your alley. That’s one of mine.”
Howard laughed into Vince’s hand and they exchanged a look that so reminded Howard of the early days of their friendship that his eyes filled with tears. Howard hadn’t grown up with tearful women and yet every combination of emotions seemed to bring him to tears. He imagined women had to build up a tolerance to emotions so they didn’t die of dehydration.
Vince kissed Howard on the forehead and then produced a tube of lubricant from his luggage.
“You ready for this?” he asked.
“Yes, Vince,” Howard answered. For once in his life, he truly felt ready for a new challenge. “Just… if I cry, don’t take it personally. It’s just… allergies.”
Vince smiled and ran a hand through his uncharacteristically un-styled hair. “It may not seem like it at the moment, but I have allergies for you, too.”
Author: Concupid
Pairing: Vince/Howard
Rating: R
Warnings: angst, semi-graphic sexuality… this is a hard story to put warnings for. Things you read in other fanfics that make you uncomfortable? That’s the kind of stuff happening here.
Summary: Howard is ready to be a man of action. Sort of.
Trapped in Old Gregg’s lair, Howard faced the certainty that he was going to have to perform some kind of sex act with his captor if he ever hoped to see the light of day again. He was disturbingly unclear at the time about what exactly was going to happen, but he knew it was going to happen with a psychotic, scaly manfish. That was the outcome of waiting for just the right time: sex with a monster who looked a bit like Rick James. He should have seen it coming.
It gave him a bit of perspective. It made him wonder if he hadn’t spent too much of his youth worrying about being gay or straight when he should have been figuring it out the old fashioned way. He let every opportunity for intimacy slip by until he was too scared to really try anymore. Instead of making love and taking the risk of being laughed at, he found himself in a situation where he was going to have sex with a monster who might kill him and mount him on a wall regardless of his performance.
It felt like his due for selling out Vince for a map. He’d selfishly (if obliviously) put Vince in harm’s way and fate was evening the score. Howard had no doubt while he was with Old Gregg that he deserved what was going to happen to him. If Vince hadn’t rescued him, he’d have deserved that, too. When Vince finally arrived, it was a weight off of Howard’s shoulders. Not only would he not have to touch a glowing mangina, but he was being given a second chance at life, love and friendship.
Howard had given up on intimacy, but not on romance. He had loved from a safe distance and sometimes through binoculars, but the incident with Old Gregg showed Howard he was finally ready for more. Old Gregg had been rock bottom, and Howard had nowhere to go but up. Once he was saved, Howard promised himself he wouldn’t be such a coward any more. When he and Vince went to America, he’d use it as a fresh start. He could blame all his awkwardness on English repression and no one would be the wiser. He wouldn’t waste another opportunity.
He’d come so close to learning about sex in the most disturbing manner possible, Howard Moon was determined to work it out on his own before it was too late.
Vince wasn’t far off when he suggested Howard’s tortured love affair with Precious had been related to his virginity. Instead of practicing on American women (or possibly men), Howard had to practice being a lover with a coconut. He thought walking through the steps of a relationship would help him feel more confident. Maybe it would have if he hadn’t gone so coco loco. Instead of feeling braver, he was more afraid that ever. Precious confirmed that Howard was weak and a pushover. Since leaving the island, Howard had been able to avoid thinking about Precious and what it all meant, but Howard’s current lady brain couldn’t stop picking it apart and making un-wanted connections. He’d pushed Vince away on that island, putting a literal barrier between them so he didn’t have to risk exposing himself to Vince for mockery. He was pathetic.
Howard had been weak and fearful all his life. His parents never missed an opportunity to tell him so and the rest of the world seemed to agree. Even as he lay on his back, wriggling out of his pants, he felt scared but also excited to finally be on his way to manhood. It wasn’t quite what he’d wanted, but Vince had a point about romanticizing. Howard needed to live in the real world, a world where Vince was somehow going to fit what looked to be a rather large erect cock into Howard’s very small orifice.
Once he was naked, Howard looked to Vince, hoping for instructions. He was glad to still have a bit of a tan from the island. He looked thinner with a tan.
Vince ran his hand across Howard’s chest and down to his stomach. He circled Howard’s bellybutton and teased him a bit before he began the agonizingly slow descent to Howard’s cock. By the time he wrapped his hand around Howard’s shaft, Howard was shivering with excitement. Vince was surprisingly gentle. Howard wondered if Vince felt sorry for being harsh ealier, but he didn’t dare ask. He had no idea how to stay of Vince’s good side. All through their friendship, that had never been a concern. Vince took to Howard straight away and things had always easy between them. Life was hard, but being with Vince had always been easy.
“We can wait until dark,” Vince said in a strangled voice. “We can wait as long as you like, Howard.”
Vince moved his hand from Howard’s cock to his stomach, his face was unreadable. Howard patted Vince’s hand and felt reassured by Vince’s change of heart. It was Vince’s nature to be impulsive, but not inflexible. His willingness to wait was reassuring.
“We don’t have to wait,” Howard said sincerely. Now that Vince was hesitating, it seemed silly to wait. He’d wanted Vince for years despite his best efforts not to be attracted to a man who lived on candy. Howard often fell in love with women, but it was Vince who starred in Howard’s most shameful dreams.
“I’m sorry for being such a dick, Howard. I don’t want to ruin something special for you.”
“I’m ready,” Howard promised. “I was feeling nervous, but I’m fine. I’m ready to seize the moment, as they say.”
Instead of grilling him on who “they” were, Vince stroked Howard’s chest in a way that made Howard feel certain he could handle whatever Vince had in mind.
Vince ran his hand back down Howard’s stomach, but this time he skirted Howard’s cock and cupped his testicles instead. Howard tried not to tense up, but he suddenly felt very vulnerable.
“What’s wrong?”
Vince’s terse tone only made matters worse. Howard did not want an angry Vince cupping his balls. It was a situation that could turn ugly very quickly.
“Just a little nervous,” Howard answered with what he knew was a weak smile. His whole body felt a little shaky and not quite under his control. Vince pulled his hand away and licked his first two fingers. Howard understood what Vince was doing, but he was still shocked to feel wet fingers probing his arse. He hadn’t been prepared for it to feel so real.
“Have you tried putting anything up there? Your fingers or whatever?” Vince asked as he carefully probed the tight ring of muscle.
Howard admitted he’d done some ‘exploring’ with his fingers.
“Did you like it?” Vince asked. When Howard didn’t answer, Vince continued. “I know, it hurts. It can feel good, but mostly it just hurts and by the time you feel anything good it’s over. The first time a guy did it to me, it was all I could do not to cry. You really want that?”
Howard felt like, “Yes,” was the wrong answer, but he couldn’t pretend he did not want to follow through. An uncomfortable encounter with Vince was still miles above what he would have had with Old Gregg. It was definitely Howard’s time to be a man of action… or something of the sort.
“But there have been times when it was good, right?” Howard asked hopefully. There seemed to be an awful lot of people bumming in the world, there had to be an upside.
Vince looked away before he said, “Yeah, there was one guy…”
Howard wasn’t sure who he hated more, the faceless and nameless men who failed Vince or the one man who didn’t.
“What did he do?” Howard asked, embarrassed to realize he was incapable of even guessing. His research had been practical in nature. “What was different? I know the ins and outs… ins and outs, that’s one of mine…”
Vince groaned and put his free hand over Howard’s mouth.
“He did some… oral stuff. I don’t think it would be up your alley,” Vince explained. The he smiled. “I guess it would be up your alley. That’s one of mine.”
Howard laughed into Vince’s hand and they exchanged a look that so reminded Howard of the early days of their friendship that his eyes filled with tears. Howard hadn’t grown up with tearful women and yet every combination of emotions seemed to bring him to tears. He imagined women had to build up a tolerance to emotions so they didn’t die of dehydration.
Vince kissed Howard on the forehead and then produced a tube of lubricant from his luggage.
“You ready for this?” he asked.
“Yes, Vince,” Howard answered. For once in his life, he truly felt ready for a new challenge. “Just… if I cry, don’t take it personally. It’s just… allergies.”
Vince smiled and ran a hand through his uncharacteristically un-styled hair. “It may not seem like it at the moment, but I have allergies for you, too.”