An exercise in trying to write smut using the song "Fell for You" by Greenday.

Vince watched, his whole body shaking with anticipation as Howard, free of his clothes, crossed the room toward him. How had he never realised how sexy Howard's body was? How had he failed to notice the way Howard's muscles moved under his soft, freckled skin? And something was different about Howard tonight as well. He was standing straight, his shoulders square and confident, and prowling across the room like the true sexual tyrannosaurus he'd once claimed to be.

Vince licked his dry lips and felt another shiver ripple through his body. He realised for the first time that he was naked, his clothes nowhere to be seen, and his whole body leaned toward Howard like a flower toward the sun. He could feel Howard's gaze on him, making him blush. Howard's eyes were intense and smoldering, and in his head Vince decreed he would never make fun of them ever again, not when he had felt what they were capable of, what Howard could do to him before they'd even touched.

He closed his eyes, trying to breathe normally as the room began to lose focus, but as he did he felt Howard's warm skin press up against his. Vince gasped as the head of his cock was pushed against Howard's thigh, smearing the skin and hair with his precome. An arm wrapped around his waist, holding him so firmly his body's first reaction was to surrender and melt into the touch. His chest touched Howard's and one of his nipples rubbed against the other man's chest hair, hardening instantly, and causing his eyes to open and a gasp to escape his lips.

"Howard?" he panted, but there was no response.

Howard used one arm to pull Vince impossibly closer while his other hand came up to caress the smaller man's cheek. In that moment Vince knew he was lost. He lifted his chin, arched his neck and submitted to the kiss that Howard pressed to his lips.

Howard's lips were unbearably soft and the slight scratch of his moustache pulled a moan from somewhere deep within Vince. He couldn't take it, there was too much sensation; and then felt Howard's tongue slide, like warm mulled wine, over his lips and into his mouth.

The effect was instant. Vince's skin prickled with heat and his brain fogged over and he felt himself falling, surrounded by Howard's delicious heat, drawn in by Howard's kiss.

By Howard.

Vince gasped so violently upon waking that he made himself cough, his narrow chest heaving and glistening with sweat, while his heart pounded so hard it hurt.

A dream. It was just a dream - if the word 'just' could be applied to a dream as intense as that one. He ran his hands through his hair, not caring that he left it a spiked mess, and tried to clear the thoughts from his head. Howard. He'd been kissing Howard. Hard for Howard. Desperate for Howard. But why?

Was it just because he hadn't seen Howard in a week? Or because of the weird taste in the dinner Bollo had cooked? It must have ben that, Vince tried to tell himself, but his heart wouldn't stop beating like the bass line in a nightclub and he felt his eyes begin to well with tears as he thought of it. He'd been desperate for Howard because in the dream he, Dream Vince, had been in love with Howard.

"Oh God," he croaked, raising his knees and resting his head between them to try and stop the nausea and the bile rising in his throat. It didn't work though, as the change in position simply made him disturbingly aware of the fact that part of him still wanted Howard. Quite a lot.

"Traitor," he hissed at his erection but it continued unabated and unrepentant as his brain continued to feed him images from his dream and the way he'd wanted that kiss so badly.

With a grimace Vince lay back, slipped his hand under the covers and edged it toward his throbbing cock.

It was so wrong, he knew. Howard was his best mate after all. But he couldn't get the idea of Howard - naked and sexy and sure of himself - out of his head. He let the whimper escape his mouth as he wrapped his hand firmly around the base of his cock, even though he hated himself for it, and started to pull himself off with firm, quick strokes. He didn't want to draw this out, but after a few minutes of trying to keep his mind blank he bit his lip and gave in to the urge to think about Howard again.

As soon as he began to imagine Howard's naked skin against his own VInce's hips started to cant erratically and his thighs shook with the tension running through him. Just the thought of Howard holding him, making him feel safe and protected and yet vulnerable at the same time, was almost enough to finish him off - but not quite, and he knew what he would have to do if he really wanted to get this over with.

He sucked his index finger quickly and reached around the press it against his now throbbing hole. He pushed it in, just to the first knuckle, and whimpered as he felt his orgasm finally building.

"Oh God!" he breathed. "Howard?"

And behind his eyes Dream Howard kissed him again, long, lingering and deep as the waves of pleasure overtook him and his hand was filled with burning hot spurts of semen.

He clenched his jaw and took five slow breaths before opening his eyes, removing his finger and pulling his other hand out gingerly from under his blankets. He sighed.

"Gross."

He wasn't supposed to want someone like Howard. Howard was his best friend, yeah, but he was an awkward outsider, and old to boot! He couldn't fall for Howard! Except that he had. One stupid dream about a stupid kiss and now, as horrible as it was to admit it to himself, he, Vince Noir, had fallen for Howard Moon. At least Howard wasn't around to make things worse. He was still off pretending to be an actor and probably wouldn't come crawling back for another few weeks.

Plenty of time to try and get this out of his system...