Disclaimer: This is my first ever fanfic... Please be nice :)
Oh yeah, and Boosh isn't mine. I wish it was though...
Vince Couldn't stop himself, couldn't tear his eyes away from those clever hands. Musicians hands. He Shuddered, the next thing he knew, his face was right by Howard's. It wasn't a conscious decision. It just happened. A Quick blink, and suddenly he was kissing him. A flutter, not just from his eyelashes, but also in his heart. He's falling. Howard's pushed him away, so harshly that Vince's head smashes against the wall with a mighty thump. The last thing he sees before he runs away (He isn't crying, he tells himself, despite the wetness gathering on his cheeks) is Howard's disgusted face. Vince was only 17. But that was the day he vowed to keep his feelings to himself. The day something inside him broke, and began to claw at his brain and slowly kill him. Ever so slowly.
Vince woke with a start. He hated dreaming, in fact he did everything in his power to avoid it, staying out all night drinking, watching Colobus The Crab repeats that only played at 3am, Painting. Everything was to avoid sleep. To avoid the dreams.
Looking across the room to check that Howard was still asleep, Vince let his shaking hand drift down his body, he sighed softly as it reached it's destination. To say this happened often was an understatement, images danced in front of Vince's tired eyes, so he closed them, making the images more vivid, if Howard knew this was happening every night as he slept, he had never let Vince know. Biting on his lip as he came, only one word escaped. A name. "Howard..."
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