Ok, hello! I shall try to write some slash for SaraNoir, whose birthday is in July. Happy Birthday SaraNoir!!

Sorry for late chapters, I get really lazy sometimes and Julian (My guinea pig) ran off into the garden like a possessed crazy thing and it took hours to find him just before I was going to write this.

Yer so I don't own Boosh, though I did watch Milky Joe last night and died laughing (Oh we're all buildings huts aren't we? What with, all the trees are on my side of the island.).

Loves. :D

Vince woke in what he thought was heaven, in the arms of Howard who gave no care for Vinnie. He shut his eyes and listened, and heard the most peaceful yet rare sound.

Silence.

Complete and utter silence.

No cars or buses or chimes or chatters, no bikes or children or screams or trains.

Nothing.

Silence was very difficult to find in any street in London.

For once, Vince could hear his own heart beat. Thump thump thump, it went, he'd love to of heard the speed of it yesterday. Like a rabbit's heart, doing what rabbit's do best. But then the more worrying matters came to mind. Was Howard's mother home? She must be; she couldn't sleep on a bench in a park. This means that she'd most definitely see Vince when he left, who would be disguised as Vinnie.

What would she think of Howard? Vince thought.

What would she think of me?

A whore? I hate being called that. I'm not even a woman, if anything I'm a man whore. And I'm not even that.

Then there was school, it was just past nine in the morning so there was no point going. Vince wanted more than anything to simply snuggle the day away and whisper to Howard's ear every detail he not yet been told.

Vince didn't care much for school; it was more of a get together rather than an education.

A place to bask in the freedom he had, yet the freedom being only one small room. He only went for his friends, and Howard. Howard was in his Science class. Ms House who was too enthusiastic about the matter of sexual intercourse. Vince could see why now, sex was so...

Pleasurable.

Unique.

Crazy.

Mind-blowing.

Brilliant.

In science Vince would pretend to be engulfed in a conversation on who screwed who while painting each other's nails that sick pink, but would really be staring at Howard from behind the battered science book. School didn't matter right now, now that Howard was with him here.

Vince's naked hairless legs were wrapped around Howards, his arms wrapped around Howard's stomach and his head lying on his waist. The blanket had been kicked off and not retrieved, lying like a dead slug on the floor. Vince could feel the morning chill on his uncovered body; he smiled happily at sat up. Sun streamed over the room like bars of gold, one shining straight on Howard's tranquil face. Vince stretched, standing on the tips of his toes and pulling his arms up. Last night's doings came back into his head, surges of excited electricity flew through his body at the mere thought of it.

He had lost his virginity to someone he had only personally known for a day.

It was gone like a stranger in a crowd.

A raindrop in a storm.

It was never coming back, but Vince didn't care.

So long, he thought, I never did care about you anyway.

He'd lost it just the way he had wanted to.

In the arms of someone he loved.

Howard stirred from his easy sleep. His head screamed blue murder and his stomach growled like a circus feline in the ring. He assumed this is what a hangover was, and decided to take it as it came.

Besides, he had Vince.

He didn't need drugs.

Vince was his drug.

He stretched and yawned, covering his dick with his hands and blushing when he realized he was still naked. Vince laughed making Howard brush a brighter shade of scarlet, Vince stood naked like he would stand normally, hand on hip and legs slightly apart, cock and all.

"It's how yer born Howard, just live it"

He walked over to Howard, crawling over to him and sitting on his lap.

"So... how was night?"

"Last night was... Last night was..." Vince brushed Howard's cheek with his fingertips, feeling the start of stubble.

"Amazing" He whispered, and placed a soft kiss on Howard's lips. Howard groaned and lay back down, Vince falling next to him.

"Hangover?" He asked, giggling and fingering one of Howard's brown baby curls.

"Yes" Howard groaned, moaning and massaging his temples with his fingers. "Why don't you have one?"

"Used to the booze I guess" A dirty thought came to Vince's head that made him giggle with glee, but could he do it?

Only one way to find out.

Howard groaned again, slamming the pillow over his face.

"Urgh, what can cure me?" Howard called as if wanting a reply from the heavens. Vince rolled onto Howard, holding him down by his shoulders.

"I can" Vince grinned, and jumped off Howard for the bottle of whipped cream that Howard had retrieved in his drunk hour that still lay on its side on the floor. He jumped back on Howard, bare cocks pressing together and already getting hard from contact. He squirted the long thin line on Howard's chest, making another to form a foam based love heart. Vince bent down and lapped the cream up with his wet tongue, sucking at Howard's nipples. Howard groaned and fell back into his sex high; the one Vince had granted him. He found it hard to believe, that yesterday he was a virgin and now he wasn't two times over.

But he couldn't do anything apart from believe it.

Vince moved lower Howard's chest so his hard cock pressed into the gap between Howard's lower legs. Vince grinned wickedly before letting cream fly everywhere, most onto Howard's crotch. He kissed Howard once more before moving down to clean up the whipped cream mess he had made.

"Fuck!" Howard screamed as Vince took him full in the mouth, Vince mumbling 'language' from his full mouth of cream of cock. He let Howard be, licking cream from in between his thighs and balls. Howard's knuckles had turned white from gripping the pillow so hard; he could feel Vince's tongue against his cock one minute and his thighs the next. Expect the unexpected, was what Howard had learned. When Howard came in Vince's mouth, his eyes had turned dark grey and had a hint of evil in them. As Howard panted, Vince moved up (Totally ignoring his own erection) and started to draw a picture with whipped cream onto Howard's half hairy chest. Vince had his tongue poking out the side of his mouth in concentration. Howard went to get up to kiss Vince, but was pushed back down forcefully.

"You ain't movin till I've done this picture mate!" Vince said strictly. Howard laughed and simply lay back, enjoying the attention he was getting.

He forgot Vince was a guy.

Vince drew an eye, then a lock of hair, until he had a crappy portrait of Howard, made from cream. Howard looked down and saw himself, two white eyes looking back at him. Vince went down to clean his chest when Howard pushed his forehead back and kissed him. He pushed his tongue through their lips, pulling Vince down onto him and his cream covered chest. Cream covered both their faces and bodies, like snow. Vince went to pull off his tights then sighed against Howard's mouth as he realized he was already naked. They rolled onto each other, hand running over hair, limbs and cocks. Howard pulled Vince head up and sucked at his Adam's apple, moving to his jaw then his lips that met in a fiery kiss. Vince had love bites all over his neck, it looked like a love crazed rash. His lips moved from Vince's irresistible lips and to his ear, nipping it playfully before whispering words.

"You know, I don't want to go to school today, do you?" Howard looked over to Vince when he didn't reply, or laugh or make any sound what so ever.

Vince had gone pale, his eyes were wide and his breath was short. Howard sat up and patted his hair.

"Vince? Vince, what's wrong?"

"I didn't tell Gideon where I was"

"Well it was raining down pretty hard-"

"But that's no excuse to not call her! She might think I've been kidnapped or raped, she might tell my parents the truth about me!" Now tears ran down Vince's face, his breathing was uneasy and he dived for the phone on the bedside table. He held it up to his ear but then threw it to the floor.

"She's not picking up! She's gone, I'm finished!" He fell to his knees crying. Last night was washed away by a sea of despair.

The looks on his parents faces.

The look Davy Jones would give to those who believed in the Lord.

A look of pure hate.

They'd move him back to the boy's school. And who knows what would happen there, he was this close to being killed last time, would he not be as lucky this time around?

Treat him like he was a sick pervert, they'd lock him up and throw away the key, bars on windows and dinner under the door. So thin he'd be able to see his ribs sticking out from his skinny body.

He'd turn… ugly.

Strap him to a chair and cut his locks right off his scalp while he screamed and cried and begged.

No, he couldn't let that happen.

And worst of all, he'd never see Howard again.

He'd die.

Vince jumped off the bed and collected his clothes and started to get dressed. Howard was upset, such a nice night shattered like glass on the floor.

And all because of two people who couldn't care less for Vince. It hurt Howard, like there was a hot poker pressed to his heart. It sank deeper and deeper through his skin until it stung so much; he jumped and started getting dressed even quicker than Vince. He grabbed Vince's shaking shoulders and faced his scared face to his own.

"I'll get you to Gideon's, if it's... too late, I swear to God, I will not let them take you" Howard said seriously. Vince sobbed a 'thank you' and jumped into Howard's arms, he buried his head into his chest and realized there was no limit in how much he could love Howard.

He thought it was forever.

He was so sure there was never going to be a never.

Hope you like it all, another happy birthday to SaraNoir!

Loves!