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severity_softlyTitle: The Arduous Wooing of a Tall Northern Jazzy Freak, part III: With Eyes Closed
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severity_softly
Fandom: The Mighty Boosh
Rating: PG
Pairing: Howard/Vince
Word count: ~900
Summary: When Bollo notices something is up, things don't exactly end prettily.
Notes: This is a follow up to my last two fics (linked below). Beta'd byinnerslytherin, who is grudgingly humoring my new fandom obsession.
Previous Installments: 1. Nightmare After The Nightmare, 2. The Engine of an Aeroplane
Vince knew he was milking it, but he couldn't really help it. The nightmares stopped all together, but he still climbed into Howard's bed for almost two weeks after they got back from the island. Howard seemed to mind less and less, and Vince was fairly certain they were both getting something out of it... until Bollo said something strange one night.
"Bollo cannot tell difference anymore with eyes closed."
Vince frowned. Bollo was looking between him and Howard. Vince glanced at Howard, who seemed to understand whatever Bollo was trying to say better than he did. Howard looked tense.
"What are you on about?" Vince finally asked, when Howard didn't speak.
"Vince used to smell sweet and spicy. Howard musky. Now both smell like mixture."
Naboo looked up from his hookah. "About time, really," he said, smoke curling out of his mouth with his words. "You two have been this close to having it off since I met you," he added, holding up his thumb and forefinger about a centimeter apart.
"We're not having it off!" Howard protested, and shifted away from Vince on the sofa. It wasn't a huge shift, but Vince turned a glare on him, feeling a little betrayed. Even if they weren't having sex, the idea that Howard was trying to act like he didn't even really want to be near Vince, when Vince knew damn well that was a lie, got his back up.
"We're just sleeping together is all," Vince said, knowing vindictively that it would make Howard more tense. Maybe it wasn't the best strategy, but Vince suddenly found himself angry. Howard was either totally oblivious to the advances he'd been trying to make, or he was disregarding Vince's feelings right now out of... what? Embarrassment? Why shouldn't I disregard his?
"In the same bed," Howard said. "Just sleeping in the same bed."
Vince crossed his arms over himself and slouched. "Did all those times you held me mean nothing to you?" he asked dramatically. Now he was pushing it. Howard was staring at him, seemingly unable to think of anything to say. Naboo and Bollo exchanged meaningful glances across from them. Fuck it. "All those times you whispered sweet nothings in my ear?" he went on, even though that part wasn't necessarily true.
"I did not!" Howard stammered. "I-- did-- He's lying!" he finally told Naboo.
Naboo just looked at Bollo. "Maybe we should go."
Bollo tilted his head at Naboo. "Why? This just getting good."
Naboo gave him a stern look, and Bollo sighed and stood.
"Vince, you give Bollo details later," Bollo said.
"Yeah, all right," Vince replied, and watched as Naboo gave him a disapproving look and herded Bollo out of the room.
Howard shifted on the couch, bringing his knee up between them so he could face Vince. "What was that about?" he demanded. "'Sweet nothings'?!"
"Yeah, so what?" Vince snapped.
"I don't whisper sweet nothings!" Howard hissed, his eyes narrowing.
"Don't you?" Vince said, then lifted his eyebrows when Howard froze and just blinked at him for a moment.
"N-- I-- do I?" Howard stammered. It would have been really funny if Vince wasn't already angry.
"Do you want to?" Vince pushed.
"Vince... whatever I said-- or didn't say-- I was asleep," Howard said, sounding like he was trying to even his voice out again. "I know how it might have made you feel. I know how... magnetic I can be."
"Get stuffed," Vince snapped. "You're the least magnetic person I know. I'm magnetic."
Howard ignored that and went on. "Whatever my body did was just friction."
"You're repellent; that's what you are," Vince said, ignoring Howard right back. "You've repelled everyone you've ever met except me."
"It's not your fault, Vince," Howard continued. "I never meant to break your heart."
Vince's mouth dropped open at that, and he turned to gape at Howard. "You are such a wanker," he blurted. "You're sleeping on the couch."
"The couch?!"
Vince stood and started to go to their bedroom, and he heard Howard get up and follow him.
"Don't want to even hear you snore tonight," he announced over his shoulder.
"Vince," Howard started, and Vince turned on him so fast Howard had to do a funny little backward step to keep from running into him.
"Would it really be that bad?" Vince said, his eyes fixed on Howard's.
Howard's eyes were doing that darting thing they always did. He wouldn't look at Vince. "What?" he asked after a long silence, but Vince could tell he knew what was being asked.
"You and me together?"
Howard's eyes shifted left, then right. Up, then right again. Then his face scrunched in that way that meant he was probably trying to decided whether to be honest or not.
"That's about what I thought you'd say," Vince said.
"I didn't say any--"
"I know!" Vince stepped inside their room and slammed the door, then he leaned against it and listened to Howard call his name pathetically on the other side.
Get a grip, Vince, he told himself. You've gone mad. But he couldn't really quell the hurt he was feeling. Finally he huffed a breath and went to Howard's bed. He dragged the blanket off and took the pillow, then went back to the door. Howard gave him a tentative smile when he opened it, but he just tossed the blanket over Howard's head. While Howard was covered, he threw the pillow at Howard's face, and watched him flinch.
"Good night," he snapped, and shut the door again.
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Next Installment: Lipstick
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Author:
severity_softlyFandom: The Mighty Boosh
Rating: PG
Pairing: Howard/Vince
Word count: ~900
Summary: When Bollo notices something is up, things don't exactly end prettily.
Notes: This is a follow up to my last two fics (linked below). Beta'd by
innerslytherin, who is grudgingly humoring my new fandom obsession.Previous Installments: 1. Nightmare After The Nightmare, 2. The Engine of an Aeroplane
Vince knew he was milking it, but he couldn't really help it. The nightmares stopped all together, but he still climbed into Howard's bed for almost two weeks after they got back from the island. Howard seemed to mind less and less, and Vince was fairly certain they were both getting something out of it... until Bollo said something strange one night.
"Bollo cannot tell difference anymore with eyes closed."
Vince frowned. Bollo was looking between him and Howard. Vince glanced at Howard, who seemed to understand whatever Bollo was trying to say better than he did. Howard looked tense.
"What are you on about?" Vince finally asked, when Howard didn't speak.
"Vince used to smell sweet and spicy. Howard musky. Now both smell like mixture."
Naboo looked up from his hookah. "About time, really," he said, smoke curling out of his mouth with his words. "You two have been this close to having it off since I met you," he added, holding up his thumb and forefinger about a centimeter apart.
"We're not having it off!" Howard protested, and shifted away from Vince on the sofa. It wasn't a huge shift, but Vince turned a glare on him, feeling a little betrayed. Even if they weren't having sex, the idea that Howard was trying to act like he didn't even really want to be near Vince, when Vince knew damn well that was a lie, got his back up.
"We're just sleeping together is all," Vince said, knowing vindictively that it would make Howard more tense. Maybe it wasn't the best strategy, but Vince suddenly found himself angry. Howard was either totally oblivious to the advances he'd been trying to make, or he was disregarding Vince's feelings right now out of... what? Embarrassment? Why shouldn't I disregard his?
"In the same bed," Howard said. "Just sleeping in the same bed."
Vince crossed his arms over himself and slouched. "Did all those times you held me mean nothing to you?" he asked dramatically. Now he was pushing it. Howard was staring at him, seemingly unable to think of anything to say. Naboo and Bollo exchanged meaningful glances across from them. Fuck it. "All those times you whispered sweet nothings in my ear?" he went on, even though that part wasn't necessarily true.
"I did not!" Howard stammered. "I-- did-- He's lying!" he finally told Naboo.
Naboo just looked at Bollo. "Maybe we should go."
Bollo tilted his head at Naboo. "Why? This just getting good."
Naboo gave him a stern look, and Bollo sighed and stood.
"Vince, you give Bollo details later," Bollo said.
"Yeah, all right," Vince replied, and watched as Naboo gave him a disapproving look and herded Bollo out of the room.
Howard shifted on the couch, bringing his knee up between them so he could face Vince. "What was that about?" he demanded. "'Sweet nothings'?!"
"Yeah, so what?" Vince snapped.
"I don't whisper sweet nothings!" Howard hissed, his eyes narrowing.
"Don't you?" Vince said, then lifted his eyebrows when Howard froze and just blinked at him for a moment.
"N-- I-- do I?" Howard stammered. It would have been really funny if Vince wasn't already angry.
"Do you want to?" Vince pushed.
"Vince... whatever I said-- or didn't say-- I was asleep," Howard said, sounding like he was trying to even his voice out again. "I know how it might have made you feel. I know how... magnetic I can be."
"Get stuffed," Vince snapped. "You're the least magnetic person I know. I'm magnetic."
Howard ignored that and went on. "Whatever my body did was just friction."
"You're repellent; that's what you are," Vince said, ignoring Howard right back. "You've repelled everyone you've ever met except me."
"It's not your fault, Vince," Howard continued. "I never meant to break your heart."
Vince's mouth dropped open at that, and he turned to gape at Howard. "You are such a wanker," he blurted. "You're sleeping on the couch."
"The couch?!"
Vince stood and started to go to their bedroom, and he heard Howard get up and follow him.
"Don't want to even hear you snore tonight," he announced over his shoulder.
"Vince," Howard started, and Vince turned on him so fast Howard had to do a funny little backward step to keep from running into him.
"Would it really be that bad?" Vince said, his eyes fixed on Howard's.
Howard's eyes were doing that darting thing they always did. He wouldn't look at Vince. "What?" he asked after a long silence, but Vince could tell he knew what was being asked.
"You and me together?"
Howard's eyes shifted left, then right. Up, then right again. Then his face scrunched in that way that meant he was probably trying to decided whether to be honest or not.
"That's about what I thought you'd say," Vince said.
"I didn't say any--"
"I know!" Vince stepped inside their room and slammed the door, then he leaned against it and listened to Howard call his name pathetically on the other side.
Get a grip, Vince, he told himself. You've gone mad. But he couldn't really quell the hurt he was feeling. Finally he huffed a breath and went to Howard's bed. He dragged the blanket off and took the pillow, then went back to the door. Howard gave him a tentative smile when he opened it, but he just tossed the blanket over Howard's head. While Howard was covered, he threw the pillow at Howard's face, and watched him flinch.
"Good night," he snapped, and shut the door again.
~
Next Installment: Lipstick
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Date: 2009-08-06 07:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-06 08:09 pm (UTC)*pets you*
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Date: 2009-08-06 09:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-06 11:45 pm (UTC)>.> Wow. That sounded not at all like I meant it to. ;)
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Date: 2009-08-06 09:37 pm (UTC)*huggles them both*
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Date: 2009-08-06 10:43 pm (UTC)Umm yeah *looks shifty* I wasn't talking to the characters I was just stating a fact! lol
Awesome fic! Tell me theyll sort it out!
Also Reid! <3
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Date: 2009-08-06 11:49 pm (UTC)Thanks!
And a Criminal Minds fan?! Yay! CM + Boosh = good taste. ;)
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Date: 2009-08-07 12:56 pm (UTC)Oh yeah love it! Why thank you I believe so! :P
I love Reid he's so cute!
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Date: 2009-08-07 10:25 pm (UTC)Me too!
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Date: 2009-08-07 04:53 am (UTC)Love that line. And his anger, and Howard's complete and utter social ineptness. Oh, Howard. <3 Oh, poor Vince. <3 Oh, this story. <3
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Date: 2009-08-07 05:01 am (UTC)(And I believe I asked before, but maybe you never got the reply. Is that icon up for the taking, or is it a personal one? It's just so perfect!)
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Date: 2009-08-07 05:07 am (UTC)And no, no leaving it there.
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Date: 2009-08-07 05:18 am (UTC)Thanks!
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