Title: Sleep is for Amateurs
Pairing or Character: Howince (Howard/Vince), mention of Naboo, Bollo
Summary: Howard can't sleep, and well, he really can't sleep once Vince comes in the room.
Rated: PG-13?
Disclaimer: Like I really own these characters, but they belong to Barratt and Fielding, etc.
A/N: After meeting/seeing them in San Diego, I got inspired to write a fic so be gentle since this is my first Boosh fic, and I rarely write slash so this is a first for that too.
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What time was it? Oh it didn't matter; Howard knew he wasn't fully asleep when his mind was constantly rolling with thoughts. What they were of, nobody knew and at the moment, Howard didn't either.
He rolled on his back and put his hands behind his head, resting. The ceiling designs were more intriguing than sleep.
Outside, the storm kept getting worse. The wind was blowing, thunder was booming, and Howard swore he saw lightning strikes a few time but he had no energy to investigate. Just then, the small night lamp flickered on and off being the lamp tuned off completely.
"Oh, Bollo!"
The blue turban wearing Shaman lisped loud enough that Howard heard it behind his bedroom door but did he move? Of course not.
"Howard?" There was a light knock on the door. The only person who knocked that light was… shite; he didn't want to see Vince this late at night. He kept silent, his eyes set on the door frame and heard the sound of the doorknob jiggling to turn and the door creaked open. "Howard?"
Vince tip toed to the bed, over Howard's "sleeping" form, and whispered in his ear. "Howard, are you awake?"
Vince had a bit of a secret. He wasn't a fan of thunderstorms. On top of that, he didn't like thunderstorms that caused absolute darkness. "Howard, I want to stay with you… please?" He whined.
That tugged at Howard's heartstrings, hearing his friend plead like that. He groaned, pretending to be "asleep" and rolled over on his side, almost like he was making room for Vince. His eyes were open by that point, staring at the dark reflection from the window view, and felt the mattress move underneath him.
Please don't... not again.
Howard thought over and over as he felt the other form in bed scooted closer to him. He didn't want another night of Vince holding him, caressing him, whispering "I love you" when he knew damn well he couldn't say or do it back. It wasn't fair, when he thought about it more.
He opened his mouth to say "don't touch me" but stopped as his skin warmed up to the warmth that Vince was offering to him, he had wrapped one of his arms around him.
Vince was afraid of thunderstorms and darkness…
But that doesn't make sense when there were calm nights in the past.
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