once again, dedicated to naboolio-who gave me half the ideas for this and to who i must now dedicated this to (otherwise she'll kill me for killing naboo off). enjoy.

disclaimer: the boosh still belongs to the gorgeous noel an loverly julian (woo! we love you)

Howard moon sat on his bed, deep in thought.

What could have happened if I hadn't have stopped him? Would he have actually kissed me? THE Vince noir? No…not possible…

Howard felt a poke land between his shoulder blades.

"Vince how many times have I told you-wow!" he finished, looking round. Vince had indeed got changed, and Howard's breath hitched in his throat. His midnight blue shirt floated about half an inch from his taught body, falling open at the collar to reveal his smooth, bare chest. Howard gulped as he scanned the rest of Vince's outfit. He was wearing, what could only be described as the tightest pair of black jeans in the world, and dark blue knee length boots. Silver sparkles clung to his silky-now straight-hair. Vince grinned, his blue eyes dancing with delight.

"What? Too much?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

Howard found his voice quickly, "you look…"

How did Vince look to him? Hot? Sexy? Drop dead bloody gorgeous with added fuck factor?

"Great…" he finished lamely, "you look great." Vince grinned again, twirling around on the spot and wiggling his ass.

Stay calm…don't react…Howard thought frantically. Even as he pleaded with himself he knew he had lost control. Thanking the gods that he'd decided to wear a long jacket that afternoon, he stood, indicating to the door.

"Shall we?"

Vince nodded, bouncing out the room.

the dazzling sun beamed down on Vince and Howard as they walked through the brightly coloured streets of Venice. Vince attracted most peoples eye and howard...well...he caught vince's eye.

look at the way the sun bounces off his hair...and the-no...wait...i shouldn't be thinking this...stop it vince...that's sick...you're not gay...well...maybe a little...but not for Howard! am i?

"vince...how is it that wherever you go...you attract attention?" Howard asked, almost absentmindedly, admiring vinces hair and wishing he could run his fingers though it. vince watched him for a moment, stopping in his path.

"i guess it's just the charm, the charisma...the gorgeous looks?" he grinned and strolled on, marvelling at the upcoming canal.

"wow...it's just like the postcards!" he laughed, stepping onto the large bridge that ran over it, "wonder if they'll take a picture of me here an put it on a postcard...the vince noir special..." Vince giggled, striking a pose. Howard laughed and shook his head, joining his friend on the bridge.

"you know...you think far too much of yourself...it can't be good for you," he said smartly, leaning on the wirey black railings lazily. Vince stared at Howard in awe, watching the light surround him like a sort of glow.

"what? what you looking at?" howard asked, looking behind him. Vince took a few steps closer so he was stood right next to howard again.

"the view."

"yeah...the view...it's...it's lovely..." he replied, stunned for a second.

"yep...it is..." vince whispered huskily, centimetres from Howards ear, making him shiver half out of anticipation. Howard looked round away from vince, trying to hold on to the sliver of dignity he still had.

i'm not going to break...i'm not going to break...

Vince stretched out his hand, touching Howards cheek, pulling him back round to face him.

"howard...i..." vince began, and, unable to get the words out, kissed him gently on the lips.

And Howard kissed back...

dun dun dun! hehe this was quite a fun chapter to write. what do you think of it? R an R please.

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ps: updated fast enough sparky?