Ok so this is my attempt at a oneshot! Very fluffy. I think!
Disclaimer: I don't own these character, Noel Fielding and Julian Barratt do.
Naboo was pretty high. He sat there thinking about his life, and how it has all become so perfect for him. It has taken him three hundred years to settle down to live a pretty rhythmic lifestyle. He loves Vince and Howard, no matter how much they mess up, and how they always end up in sticky situations. It was the bond the three of them had together and the attachment between each other, like a fully functioning perfect family.
Naboo grabs his lighter and walks over to the lonely candle that he had been eyeing, whilst his happy thoughts traced through his mind.
With one swift move of the ignited lighter… the wick was lit.
Meanwhile in some fancy restaurant…
Another flame was present on a table accompanied by Vince and Howard! It was dancing around on its wax body, like a young female virgin dancing to her purity. Her light bouncing over the features of the young rock-star Vince, with hair that shone so bright from the sheer glossiness, but black as the night sky. The candlelight flickered softly onto the lids of his eyes, which were concentrating on his dessert in front of him. His eyelashes teasing his cheeks as he closed them in frustration from trying to control his movement that was effected by the intoxicate alcohol running through his blood. His body ached to be held in the arms of the person sitting opposite him, he wanted to be caressed until the birds awoke.
Howard was also intoxicated; he had a dark desire that wanted to leap out of his body. He was watching Vince, watching him lick the chocolate dessert from the spoon. The candlelight felt as though it was sending impulsive sexual tension between the two lovers. The flickering got faster as Howard started to perspire from his exploding desire to grab Vince, to caress his soft skin to a warm embrace and to hold him until the sunlight pierced through the curtains.
Vince looked up at his love to find him looking quite uncomfortable, and he noticed the sweat was slowly rolling down his forehead as his body tensed. Vince had no care in the world for the dessert sat in front of him, unless Howard was covered in it, from head to toe. His patience was running low, but his pride told him to keep going. He knew Howard was about to give up any second now, into to the inviting taxi waiting outside. Then into the flat, which held one thing inside, one thing that would help both Howard and Vince to complete their night. A bed!
Howard still watched in awe as Vince took another mouthful of the melted chocolate to his plump lips, and his moist tongue leaning out to guide the spoon into the welcoming mouth. The flickering candle dancing faster and faster in front of his eyes was directing Howard's thoughts into a deep trance of a visual aid of sexual activity that is awaiting him and his lover at home.
Vince let a small moan leave his lips as he set the spoon down into his bowl and leaned back into his chair.
"That was electric!" He comments, whilst licking the corners of his mouth.
Howard was still frozen, he felt as if he were to move or speak, it would be one huge explosion of emotions and feelings. Instead he looks into Vince's eyes and then to the window which aloud Vince to see the black cab waiting, as if it was a lost puppy at a supermarket.
Vince looked back at Howard with a confused expression, secretly hiding the fact that he knew exactly what Howard was gesturing.
"Finished?" Howard managed to say, but in a very forced high pitched tone.
Vince leaned forward towards Howard, were the candle flickered frantically in front of his face, making his eyes look as if they had flames in them.
"I love you!"
