A/N: wrote this for the prompt "hot" on my blog/Journal. Sex ensues. Don't Like, Don't read.

Disclaimer: I love the Boosh but I do not own even one little bit of it!


"Howaaaaard!" Vince moaned, wriggling around in his chair. "This is boring, let's go do something." The only two fans that they owned were currently pointed at him, making his hair ruffle.

"No can do sonnimy-jimminy ," Howard was making do with a fan made out of folded up paper. "It's way too hot outside and the man of action;s guide clearly states that in dangerous heat it's best to seek out shade and water, and we've got both right here."

"But all the good things in life are hot Howard, food, hot water bottles, the sun." Vince gestured vaguely out the window.

"I saw the sun once-" started the moon.

"Shut your mouth." snapped Howard. "You dumb moon, don't you know it's day?" He then turned back to Vince. "Yeah well, none of those hot things would be particularly welcome right now would they?"

"I can think of one or two things that are." A cheeky grin appeared on Vince's face and he slid across the already small couch towards Howard.

"Hey now little man, what you doin'?" Howard jerked backwards suddenly as Vince lay an impossible warm palm on his stomach. Not deterred by this Vince began to rub small circles, hand sliding under the shirt and up across the chest before traveling back down to the top of Howard's trousers.

"I'm making things heat up."

"Yeah?" Howard replied, his thoughts getting all muddled and sweat making his shirt stick to his back.

"Yeah, you're gonna love it."

And with no further ado he began mouthing up the side of Howard's neck, leaving a trail of warmth with his breath ghosting over skin.

Howard figured there were worse ways to spend a summer afternoon and buried a hand in Vince's hair, now sticking up wildly at more angles than seemed possible.

They made out lazily for a bit before their clothes just seemed a tad too stifling and were awkwardly shed (a button lost forever in the land of the couch cushions). Vince somehow managed to keep his boots on though and the two of them were left otherwise in their pants. (satsumas not involved this time around)

In a languid motion Vince slid his hand down into the front og Howard's underwear and over his now very erect cock, teasing it slightly before removing his hand and tilting his head in a prompting manner. Howard lifted his hips obligingly and Vince tugged down his underwear, all the while maintaining his position straddling Howard's lap.

Howard pulled Vince down for a very involved kiss as Vince began to stroke them both in time, hand slipping from a mixture of sweat and pre-cum. Howard was murmuring vowels into Vince's mouth that Vince dismissed as an attempts at poetry, even in this moment. Vince was his movements to a song in his head, hips rolling to the inaudible beat.

Howard came first, the mess splashing against both their skin, and took a moment to compose himself before putting his hands on Vince's hips and positioning him so that he was kneeling over him. Howard slouched and took vince into his mouth, the sensation of his mustache enhancing the situation and bringing Vince also shuddering over the edge, exhaling suddenly between compressed lips that were already bitten and swollen from all the attention. The sound was rather elephant like. While the last juddering tremors rolled through Vince, Howard rubbed circles into his Vince's hipbone's with his thumbs.

They practically melted back down on the couch after that, lying in a sticky heap far too tired and lazy to move.

"Vince." Howard cleared his throat slightly as his voice was hoarse.

"What?"

"I'm even hotter now.

Vince just smiled against his skin and began to doze off.


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