A/N: Hope you like it! My first proper Boosh fic.... it actually came out of my mind exactly how I wanted it. :D
Howard's chest filled, feeling inside a lurching mix of butterflies, tingling and a slight overflowing pain in his heart. Happiness filled him like he was a vessel built to carry joy. His heart soared, his physical aches and mental worries all forgotten in the one beautiful moment of holding hands, simply holding hands with the one he loved so much, the one he cherished beyond belief. The one he considered 'his'.
Vince's slim hands fit perfectly into Howard's larger, calloused palms. Vince fit perfectly into Howard's life. Like light and dark the two halves made a whole, made one exact, beautiful being, a being beyond life and death and existing only in love.
The feeling of Vince's fingers sliding into Howard's hand had startled him, tickling slightly and arousing countless butterflies in his stomach. Vince's smooth white skin, pale as an angel, fluttered and rippled around the muscles in his arms as he lightly traced around Howard's fingers. The feeling created by that was incredible- sensual and yet innocent at the same time. What was more innocent in love than holding hands?
Howard shivered, gently yet firmly holding Vince's hand in his own. Sunlight danced across his face, reflected by the sequins on Vince's shirt. Vince's face was lit with a light of its own, bright and beautiful. Howard found himself unable to tear his eyes away from some part of Vince's body, his hands, his hair, his face, his pale skin. Howard knows in that moment that he needs nothing more. He could stay as he is, perched on this public park bench holding hands with the man- yes, man- he loves. He could spend lifetimes sitting, holding Vince's hand.
Vince stood up, detaching his hand from Howard's and turning his sunshine-face to him. "C'mon Howard, let's go see the pandas at the zoo!" A grin light his face further, so that it was too bright to even look at.
Howard sighed and stood up. Here we go again.