Howard stood slouched against the door frame, having just thrown Old Gregg out. It figured. The one girl that seemed interested, that he had got into his bedroom, that he had a shot with… he should have known it was too good to be true. He started walking slowly down the hall, back to the party. He ignored the stares from all the dancing electro girls and boys, the whispered insults as he passed, and headed straight for the kitchen counter where all the alcohol was set out. He grabbed an unopened bottle of whiskey and found his way to a chair in the corner of the room. He spent the next half hour drinking straight from the bottle, hoping to drink away the memory of what a disaster the night had been.
Vince was dancing on the table with one of his trendy, androgynous friends when he saw Howards across the room, drinking and looking absolutely miserable. He felt a sudden pang of guilt, partly for throwing the party in the first place when he knew it wasn’t Howard’s idea of fun on his birthday. Partly for what had happened on the roof. He excused himself, and jumped down off the table, weaving through the party-goers until he reached Howard.
“Hey, Howard, are you okay?” Vince put a hand on his friend’s shoulder, half as a nice gesture and half to keep himself from falling over.
“No, I’m bloody well not okay.” He slurred, looking up at Vince. “You throw this fucking party, ruin my fucking birthday, the one girl I thought I had a chance with turns out to be…not what I expected…”
“Aw, Howard, come on. I’m sorry about the party and, you know…the roof and everything…what happened with the girl?” He looked questioningly down at Howard.
“She just…turned out to be someone else…”
Vince scrunched up his nose. Trying to actually process thoughts in his drunken state was a challenge, indeed. “You mean like, she was her own twin or something? Or…”
Howard had no patience for Vince’s guessing. “She was Old Gregg in a disguise!” he snapped bitterly.
For a moment, Vince just looked blankly at Howard. Once the information finally hit him, he burst into giggles. “Old Gregg? That fish-man with the vagina?”
“It’s not funny!” Howard took another swig of whiskey.
Vince stopped giggling, feeling another pang of guilt, more intense this time. He wanted to cheer Howard up. In his hazy drunken mind, the only logical way he could think of to do this was, of course, sex. Yes, that was it. He would have sex with Howard.
“What the fuck are you doing? Don’t touch me!” Vince had sat himself down on Howard’s lap. Ignoring his friend’s protests, he leaned in to whisper in Howard’s ear.
“Howard, ‘M gonna make this up to you. Bedroom. Now.” He stood up, taking Howard’s hand and pulling him in the direction of their shared bedroom.
Too drunk to protest, Howard allowed himself to be led across the room and down the hall. Once they reached the bedroom, Vince shut the door and pushed Howard up against it, kissing him. It was different than the kiss on the roof, Vince not hesitating to slip his tongue into Howard’s mouth, hands roaming all over Howard’s body.
Howard knew he should just push Vince away and put an end to this. He knew that to Vince, this was just sex, nothing more. But for some reason, he just let it happen. He would later blame the alcohol, but if he was honest with himself, it was more than that. He wanted Vince. He could feel himself getting hard already, so he just kissed back as best as he could, grabbing Vince by the arse and pulling his body closer.
Feeling Howard respond to the kiss, Vince slid his hands up under Howard`s shirt. He ran his fingers teasingly over Howard`s nipples, causing the older man to moan into his mouth and grip his arse tighter. He kissed and licked a trail along Howard`s jaw, pausing to speak with his lips brushing lightly against Howard’s skin.
Howard closed his eyes and shivered at the words, whispered against his neck. When he opened them he saw that Vince had pulled away and was hurriedly taking off his clothes. Howard did the same and before he had fully registered what was happening, he was on his back on Vince’s bed, the smaller man on top of him, kissing and licking a trail along his collarbone, up his neck, then meeting his lips in a messy kiss. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Vince fishing something out of the top drawer of his bedside table, his eyes growing wide when it registered what it was, and that this was really going to happen.
Vince sensed how drunk Howard was, and opted out on letting Howard do the honours or preparing him. “Gonna get m’self ready for you, Howard.” The image of Vince on top of him, stretching himself, head tipped back, little noises of pleasure spilling from his lips, turned Howard on more than he could ever have imagined. Before long, Vince placed his hands on Howard’s chest, bracing himself as he slowly lowered himself down onto Howard’s now painfully hard cock. Howard’s eyes slipped shut, the tight heat of Vince overwhelming him.
The alcohol made everything fuzzy, and as Vince slowly moved up and down, the world seemed to evaporate; all that mattered was the shocks of pleasure tingling through their bodies. Howard’s hips bucked up of their own accord, meeting Vince’s downward movements.
Vince could tell Howard was getting close. He’d expected it, knowing this was Howard’s first time. He took one hand off Howard’s chest, barely keeping his balance, and began stroking himself in time with his movement. The sight of Vince touching himself sent Howard over the edge, and his eyes squeezed shut as his world went white, digging his fingers into Vince’s skin so hard it was sure to bruise.
Howard woke up alone and naked in Vince’s bed. It took a few moments for him to remember how he’s ended up there, and as realization dawned, he sat up with a jolt. He immediately regretted that, as his head throbbed, bringing into focus his terrible hangover. As he sat there, trying to process the events, Vince walked into the room, clad only in his silk kimono, carrying two cups of tea. He offered one to Howard, who gratefully took it and sipped slowly.
“Congratulations, Howard! You’re officially no longer a virgin!”
Howard blushed at Vince’s words. “Yeah…well, that was…” he searched for the right words to describe what he was feeling, by was cut off.
“It was pretty good, yeah. I reckon you’ll be a right tiger once you build up your stamina a bit. You need to get out there, shag a few strangers, get some practice in. Maybe me and you can even hook up again sometime. Friends with benefits, yeah?”
Howard’s heart dropped, and it was that moment that he realized, to Vince, it had just been sex. Casual, meaningless sex. “Yeah…yeah, that’d be nice.” He muttered, putting his tea down on the nightstand and getting shakily to his feet. “I need a shower.” With that, he shuffled out of the room as quickly as he could, cursing himself for believing that maybe, just maybe, the sex had actually meant something to Vince too.
Comment 1: The angst, the sex, the absolute perfection of it all! What I really loved about this is that you didn't lull us in to a false sense of fluffiness of 'aw they're in love', you stayed true to their characters. The dialogue was written to perfection, catching Vince's accent and Howard's sharper choice of words. Brilliant!
Comment 2: This was really fantastic. I like Vince's sort of warped view of how to make Howard feel better and it's really awful when you're unsure at the end whether he meant it. It was very sexy indeed; and the dialogue - amazing!
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