Category: The Mighty Boosh
Characters: Howard Moon, Vince Noir
Pairing: Howard Moon/Vince Noir
Length: <1k words
Notes: This story is one of Kelly’s.
Bioluminescent by A Moment In Subtext
Vince glowed in the dark. Well, with a nickname like Sunshine Kid, what did you expect? Maybe it was a byproduct of all the product he used. Maybe it was a side effect of spending so much time in clubs with flashing neon lights. Maybe he’d been bitten by something while living in the forest with Bryan Ferry. Maybe it was a combination of all these things. Fact of it was, Vince glowed in the dark.
Most people didn’t notice. They were either too drunk, or the lights were too bright, or it was too late for the fact to register. Howard Moon was not most people.
They were laying on the bed, necking like teenagers, all clumsy-awkward (Howard), and delirious laughter (Vince). He could feel the glow bubble up from his blood, settling on his skin like a fake tan, but not stuffy, clean-cool like the aftertaste of toothpaste.
Howard pulled back to look at him. “You’re glowing.”
“I know,” Vince giggled. “Cool, huh?”
“Hmm,” Howard mumbled, pulling back a bit more to get a better look. Vince looked up at him through too-long lashes, amusement sparkling in his big blue eyes. His kiss-swollen lips were almost-but-not-quite pouting, just begging to be kissed again. Dark hair fell across his forehead, framing his face in a hazy mist. His pale skin just looked paler in contrast. “You look like an angel.”
“Aw, thanks, Howard,” he said, ducking his head. He nipped in for another quick kiss and laughed breathlessly when Howard pulled back again. “Now what?”
“There’s a word for it. The glowing.”
“Yeah? What’s that?”
Vince shivered under him. “That sounds filthy,” he said happily. “Say it again?”
“You little slut,” Howard murmured.
“Yeah,” Vince admitted easily. “But you kind of like it.”
“That I do, little man.”
“Not so little, I think you’ll find,” Vince said, smirking. He rolled over on top of Howard.
When his eyes had refocused and his brain sparked back to life, Howard grinned up at Vince. “Not so little at all.” He learned up to catch Vince’s mouth again, then fell back with a frown.
“What?” Vince asked, propping himself up on his elbows, his chin resting on Howard’s chest.
“Do you…glow…down there, too?” Howard asked hesitantly, with a sidways look down their bodies.
“Be kind of silly not to,” Vince laughed. “After all, I glow everywhere else.”
Howard’s frown deepened.
“Is that a problem?”
“No,” Howard said, shaking his head. “No, no. It’s just…I have some bad memories of…” He waved one hand vaguely.
“Old Gregg?” Vince guessed, wincing sympathetically.
“Well,” Vince said after a pause. “I know what to do about that.”
“Oh, do you?” Howard teased.
“Oh yeah.” He licked his lips and smiled brilliantly. “You just need some better memories.”
And he got to work making some.