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The lentils got a bit uncool, floor-wise (arcadian_dream) wrote in jazzandpipes,
@ 2008-06-23 23:05:00

Current mood:	anxious
Current music:	'Jennifer's Body' - Hole
Entry tags:	pairing: bobby bob bob/vince, pairing: howard/vince, the mighty boosh

Ride the Blue Horse: TMB; Bob Fossil/Vince

Title: Ride the Blue Horse
Author: arcadian_dream
Pairing: Bob Fossil/Vince, Howard/Vince implied
Rating: R
Warnings: slash, adult themes? crack
Disclaimer: If I owned the Boosh boys I would not be here writing about them ;)
Summary: Bob Fossil has a proposition for his little Vincey...
Words: 348
Author's Notes: inspired by 'The Chokes,' in which Fossil asks Vince to ride him like a blue horse. I just cracked it up a little.
Comments: welcomed, appreciated :)

“Ride me like a blue horse.”

“What?” Vince asked, aghast at Bob Fossil’s request.

“You heard me, Vincey: I want you to ride me like a…”

“Yeah, like a blue horse,” Vince interjected, wincing in disgust at the thought: “There’s no way, Fossil. I’m not doing that.” Horrified, he turned his back on the rotund, blue linen clad man standing behind the desk.

“Fine. Then I guess you’ll just be going back to that shitty little store to tell your lady love Moon that your gig is cancelled. Forever.”

Vince stopped mid-stride. “What? You can’t do that!”

“Can’t I?” Fossil raised an eyebrow provocatively. Vince shuddered.

“Listen, Fossil – there is no way I am saddling you up for the sake of one gig.”

“Didn’t you hear me, Noir? I said ‘forever.’ That means no more gigs here. Ever.”

“No. No way. I’m getting out of here. Howard’ll understand. Later, Fossil,” Vince said dismissively as he placed a hand on the cool brass of the doorknob.

“Wait!” Fossil cried. Vince heard the hurried shuffle of the other man’s gait approaching from behind.

“What about for a permanent spot on the bill? How about that, Vince?” Fossil’s eyes roved hungrily over Vince’s slight frame, his gaze lingering over his snug, denim-clad crotch.

Vince couldn’t deny that he was tempted: after all, with a permanent spot on the bill, he and Howard would be able to build up a fan base, they’d be able to spread the word and maybe, just maybe, with a little bit of luck…

Vince pivoted to face Fossil. “Permanent?”

Fossil nodded in enthusiastic agreement before allowing his thick tongue to flicker suggestively at the empty air between them. Vince breathed deeply: he couldn’t believe what he was about to do. His fingers trembled as he unclasped his belt.

“Oh, Vincey,” Fossil sighed, flinging himself over his desk, his ample arse raised in anticipation.

“For the band, for the band…” Vince muttered repeatedly in his head as he pulled Fossil’s trousers down, who responded by wagging his arse impatiently.

“For the band, for the band…

…for Howard.”