Author: Springtime Tuesday PM
Very short oneshot about Howard's thoughts after his first time. This is an awful summary.Rated: Fiction T - English - Howard M. & Vince N. - Words: 585 - Reviews: 6 - Favs: 5 - Published: 03-21-10 - Status: Complete - id: 5833771
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There was a first time for everything.
This first had been a long time coming, and Howard had always imagined it would be sweet and fantastic and life changing. 'Well," he pondered 'it's not that it wasn't those things it was just...'
To be honest it had been mind-blowing. But it was easy to think that when Vince had attached his lips to him, kissing him with pent up passion.
Howard shuddered to think how long it had been pent up, how long Vince had thought that he wouldn't love him back. He should have known that Howard would always love him and want him, and if he was honest with himself need him.
And he had needed him when Vince pulled away, eyes shining and said "That's how I feel about you, you bloody wanker."
And at that moment it hadn't mattered that they had just had the most explosive fight of their lives, or that Howard had felt hated and used.
Suddenly the only important thing in the world was to kiss Vince back, and show him he felt the same.
So yes, now in retrospect it had been fantastic, but as Howard thought back on it, he had probably been pretty shit.
Vince had to coax him out of a massive attack of the Chokes for one thing. That had been massively embarrassing.
And the whole time Vince had muttered encouragements, which at the time had been reassuring, but now seemed like an inconvenient thing to have to do during a shag.
Howard was sure he had been awkward, but somehow the terror and uncertainty of what to do had seemed inconsequential while Vince was moaning and writhing beneath him, and while he was flooded with passion with an undercurrent of that tender feeling that he often got around Vince. But now, with only the slowing of Vince's breath to fill his thoughts, Howard was panicking slightly.
Oh god, he hadn't know how to, or when to... fuck.
Howard laughed sarcastically in his head. Well that was it really, he hadn't know how to do anything, or what Vince wanted. Even when Vince told him he had second guessed everything.
And, being a virgin it hadn't taken him long to...well...
He squeezed his eyes shut and tried not to let the panic take over. He wouldn't want to make things worse by doing something foolish like running screaming from the bedroom. Somehow he didn't think that was what Vince would expect after a shag.
Without the heat of Vince wrapped around him, and Vince's voice crying out his name in that incredible way, Howard deflated like a balloon.
All confidence having left his body he began to wonder if it would be best to just apologize and slink off shamefully into the night.
That was, until he felt Vince's arm snake around him and heard "Howard, your amazing," whispered in a breathy voice into his ear.
His eyes flew opened and he glanced down to see a thoroughly satisfied looking face looking back up into his, and a shock of black hair spread out across the pillow beside him. He leaned down and soon they were snogging once more, Vince starting up that fantastic moaning again, and Howard joining in.
Actually, now that he thought about it, Howard reckoned he had been pretty bloody fantastic. Especially if Vince begging for more was anything to go by.