||[Jun. 25th, 2006|09:48 am]
pills & thrills & lollerskates
|||||Magazine- The Thin Air||]|
A Howard Devoto/Momus fic that councilestate and I wrote!
one day momus was sitting at his computer, blogging and wanking to JAMC slash (he even said he did lol).
whilst howard devoto, the singer of magazine, was playing on his stereo.
He closed his eyes, and imagined he and Devoto were acting out the scene that had just played itself out on LiveJournal.
He'd be Jim Reid, hard and ready, and Howard would be Bobby "Booby" Gee, cautious but certainly not virginal.
As he was about to jizz (I love this word, it makes me lol long time!), he heard a knock.
momus' eyes snapped open. who could be at his door? at 12.30am?
he decided to ignore the knock until someone was practically banging (lolz) on his door. frustrated, momus tucked in and zipped up and stormed over to his door.
forgetting to look into the eye hole (it's rather hard to look in one when you've only got one eye), momus opened the door only to realise...
Howard Devoto dressed as a pizza man. Starstruck at the sight of the most important man alive, he straightened out his eye patch and stuck out his hand, until he realized he had just wanked with that one and switched them.
"it's my long lost hero, howard devoto, the singer of magazine!" momus cried.
howard devoto smiled smugly. "yes, it is, momus. i am quite simply the most important man alive."
momus nodded and forgot he still had his hand out for howard devoto to shake. howard devoto ignored his hand and let himself in rather rudely. all momus could do was keep staring at him with his mouth open, watching has howard devoto sat down on his sofa.
He ignored the sound of his erection hitting his stomach.
"So...", Momus gesticulated around his flat. "it's good to meet you. Do you really have pizza?"
howard devoto shook his head. "no, i just felt like dressing up as a pizza man tonight. besides, i'm lactose intolerant."
"oh right," said momus, still clearly starstruck and turned on.
there was an uncomfortable silence between the two. "so," momus said, trying to break the silence. "do you want some tea?"
howard devoto shook his head. "momus, please come sit by me," he said, patting the empty spot by him.
Momus sucked in his breath and sat next to his idol.
"Are you sure you don't want some tea? I have some really nice ones from Japan and they taste best without milk-"
Devoto cut him off with a kiss, "No I think this will do just fine, thanks"
momus quickly pulled away from devoto, shocked that his idol kissed him. howard devoto didn't look fazed and kept staring at him, smiling slightly. without thinking, momus kissed howard devoto again.
His cock ached, and he moaned as Howard Devoto's slender fingers danced across his fly.
He closed his eye(lol, we had it pluralized b4, oopz) and prayed that Devoto would further explore this region of his flesh.
devoto kept kissing momus, shoving his tongue down his throat. his fingers pulled at the zip, slowly pulling down.
momus panted and grunted. "oh god, howard devoto, oh god!" he yelled.
Devoto smirked and straddled him, Momus could feel that he too, was hard.
They briefly distangled in order to remove clothing, and as Momus shyly caught a glimpse of Howard Devoto's bum, he knew it would be a good night.
howard devoto straddled momus once more, kissing him roughly. he pulled away and kissed momus' cheek.
"have you done this before?" momus asked, breathing heavily.
howard devoto laughed. "are you kidding me? two words: pete shelley."
momus laughed, too, feeling embarrassed. "i always thought something happened between you two -"
howard devoto shut him up with another kiss. "quit talking about him; you're going to ruin the mood."
howard devoto took off his glasses and carefully set them down on the coffee table.
Momus sharply exhaled and ran his hands against pale thighs. Devoto leaned down to kiss him, slowly travelling to his neck. He sucked at his collar bone, making him moan.
Momus' eyelid fluttered and he wrapped his arms around Devoto's waist, and fingering at the knobs of his spine.
devoto continued his kissing path, driving momus crazy. this is it, momus thought. i'm going to actually fuck howard devoto!!!!!!
just as devoto was nearing momus' crotch (god i cant say those words at all), he stopped suddenly.
"what's wrong?" groaned Momus, Devoto peered up at him.
"I want you to..."
"you want me to what?" momus panted.
"...lie down on your back."
momus looked perplexed, so devoto pushed him back down onto his sofa. he lied down on top of him, kissing his neck.
"just please hurry!" momus begged.
"No need to worry about that," Devoto whispered into the nape of his neck. He felt a finger coated with icy substance slide into him and screwed his eye shut.
Momus nodded and bit his bottom lip.
devoto stuck another finger into momus, causing him to gasp.
"i think you're ready now", devoto said.
Momus as Devoto place his hands on the couch, one on either side of him, he felt Devoto slowly enter him.
He gradually built a rhythm, and Momus let out a low moan upon the stimulation of his prostate. It had been a long time since it had last happened. He had forgotten how good it felt.
and it felt so much better with his long lost hero, howard devoto, of magazine!
soon, devoto was thrusting into momus quickly, his climax nearing. momus didn't want this to end; devoto was just surprised at how long he lasted.
"oh god, oh god", momus murmured.
Devoto kissed the back of his neck, still thrusting in amazement at his sexual prowess. Momus dug into the couch with white knuckled desperation. Devoto buried his head into the back of Momus' neck and came.
Then, still panting and atop of Momus, he reached under him and began to stroke him.
devoto wrapped a hand around momus, moving up and down. momus couldn't take it anymore and exploded all over devoto's hand.
momus turned around and brought howard devoto down to rest on top of him, both physically spent.
Devoto closed his eyes, his head on Momus' chest.
"You were so much better than Pete Shelley."
momus smiled and kissed the top of howard devoto's bald head. next time, he thought, we'll find out the cultural meaning of coming in devoto's mouth.