The Bet

Title: The Bet
Author Katie
Pairing: Duh, Stuart and Vince
Rating: NC-17
Category: PWP, humour
Summary: Stuart and Vince make a little bet.
Spoilers: none
Feedback: yes, please! Be gentle, it's my first time.
Notes: Thanks Alexis for making me sound like older than seven. Thanks to Shella for forcing me to love Stuart/Vince.

Okay, note: this is my first time posting a fic here so I wasn't sure what constituted as what. I wanted to be safe. I figured rather read it and it be less in your face then you may have expected than to read it and see something you don't like right? Please let me know if I put any warnings I shouldn't have or anything :D

***
Vince, would you just let it go? It's really not that big of a deal."

"It is to me."

"Nothing happened, Vince."

"But it does, Stuart, it happens constantly!"

"Would you stop overreacting! I was just looking! For fucks' sake, Vince!"

"But you're always looking! You're always undressing them with your eyes. How is
that supposed to make me feel? How am I supposed to feel like I'm enough for you
when you can't stop drooling over other men?"

"Well, Vince, maybe if you weren't so obsessed with sex… "

"ME?!"

"Isn't that what I said?"

"You, Stuart Alan Fucking Jones, saying that I'm obsessed with sex?"

"Well, yeah. If the sex wasn't so important to you then you wouldn't be so
scared every time I'm looking somewhere else for a tic. You'd be confident in us
because you'd know we're more than sex."

"Maybe if that wasn't all you had ever talked about or cared about, then I
wouldn't think it was so important to you!"

"Fucking hell, Vince! Isn't that the whole point of this… " he motioned to the
two of them as he talked. "That I'm past that?"

"Just because you go on a diet doesn't mean you don't get hungry. It doesn't
mean you don't remember what chips taste like."

"What the fuck are you on about?"

"You're still you; you still have the same needs. It's just that now they're
only being met by one person. Maybe that's not enough to satisfy you."

"Oh, for fuck's sake!" Stuart sat on the sofa and started rubbing his temples,
trying to kill his oncoming headache.

"Hit a sore spot there, did I?"

"Yes, I forgot how whiney you could be, given the right inspiration."

"You're a right bastard, you know that?"

"Yep."

Vince sighed heavily, crossing his arms across his chest and turning away from
Stuart.

Taking a deep breath and counting to ten, Stuart stood up and approached his
distraught lover. After putting his arms around Vince's torso and pressing
against him from behind, Stuart tried a new tactic. Sincerity.

"Look, Vince. I know my past behaviour hasn't made me seem the most… reliable.
But I guess I thought you knew that this was different for me. And yes, I have a
healthy appetite, but it's not because I'm addicted, it's because I enjoy it.
But now I enjoy it with you, and I can't imagine enjoying it with anyone else
now that I've had you, okay?"

"Yeah, okay." Vince said happily, then, smirked as he got an idea. "I still say
you're addicted though."

"What! Vince, this is this most ridiculous argument I have ever had in my life."
Stuart said, kissing Vince's neck to distract him.

"See? Sex. That's your response."

Stuart exhaled heavily. "Vince, this isn't cute anymore, okay?" Stuart said,
letting go of Vince.

"What's not cute? Oh Stu, don't be embarrassed. It's not like it's something I
just discovered or something. I don't care at all. It's just one of your quirks
that makes you, you. And it's one that I particularly love by the way. Can't
think of a better thing for my boyfriend to be addicted to."

"Vince! I am not addicted to sex! I could go longer without it than you, if need
be!"

"Wanna bet?"

***

Stuart scowled and shut off the computer loudly. Giving up on getting any work
done, he walked to the kitchen to get a water bottle.

This was just absolutely fucking ridiculous. There was no reason for this. It
had been over a week since he had had any form of release. More than a week
since he had touched Vince. It was all optional, mind you. Vince was perfectly
fine, cuddled up on the couch watching the Doctor.

Oh yes, there absolutely nothing wrong with Vince. He was perfectly fine. This
didn't seem to be affecting him at all.

Stuart, on the other hand, had been sent home from work early to `get some rest'
because he had been ill tempered all week. Yeah, he was sure he was going to get
plenty of rest in the condition he was in.

Stuart stared at the back of Vince's head, his head filling with heated thoughts
of what he would like to do to him. As he let his imagination run wild he felt
his trousers tighten. He stayed that way for a few seconds, and then was crudely
brought back to reality when Vince bit into a carrot rather loudly.

Stuart opened the refrigerator, grabbed a bottle and then shut the door loudly.
He stifled the urge to growl by taking a large gulp of the water and walked into
the bathroom moodily. This was completely fucking ridiculous.

And all over a stupid ass bet.

He had initially agreed because he had figured that Vince would give up after a
day or so. He had thought he would realize it was a stupid bet and give it up.
But lucky for him, Vince was dead serious about this whole thing. Stuart wasn't
even allowed to touch himself. He had done it once toward the beginning and the
minute he had walked out of the bathroom, Vince had known. He had confronted him
about it and said that since Stuart might not have realized that was included,
that it didn't count.

Now Stuart wished Vince had just said he lost. At least then he wouldn't still
be going through this bullshit. Sure he would have lost, but he could have said
that he didn't know, and that if he had then he would have won easily.

And he'd be having sex right now, instead of hiding in his loo, waiting for his
hard-on to die like a randy teenager.

Collecting himself, Stuart stepped out of the loo again and walked over to
Vince, sitting down next to him.

"So, how's the show?" Stuart asked.

"Really good. This is one of my favourite episodes."

"I know."

Nodding, Vince settled into the couch and began to nibble at the end of the
carrot he was eating. After a second or two of this, he began to stick the
carrot as far into his mouth as he could and take it back out, scraping skin
away with his teeth as he went. Every now and then, his tongue would dart out to
catch some of the juice that had been released.

Stuart watched, mesmerized. His cock was once again rock hard, and his brain was
now completely void of any thought other than wishes that Vince was working his
mouth like that on something other than a carrot. He flinched hard when Vince
suddenly bit the tip of the carrot off, effectively ending Stuart's fantasy. The
first thing Stuart saw when he relaxed his eyes from the squint, however, was
Vince distractedly turning the bit of carrot in circles with his teeth and
tongue.

Suddenly, Stuart got up and hurried to his bedroom without a glance backwards.

If he had glanced backwards, however, he would have seen the huge smirk on
Vince's face.

***

Stuart stormed back and forth in his bedroom, steaming in more than one way.

Fuck ridiculous. This was just fucking unfair! He was Stuart Jones, for fuck's
sake! He had been the King of Canal Street for years! No one had better fucking
control than him!

Yet, here he was, pacing in his room and slowly going insane over watching his
boyfriend eat a vegetable and watch Dr. Who. How old was he, fifteen?

And Vince was completely unaffected. Completely unaware. He just sat there and
watched his show like all was right with the world.

Fuck it. Stuart decided, opening his trousers. What was Vince going to do? Shake
his finger at him?

Grasping his cock firmly in his hand, Stuart closed his eyes and remembered
Vince's mouth on the carrot. He pictured it, going up and down, up and down. He
saw the carrot getting wet with Vince's spit, making the action smoother. He saw
Vince's perfect, wet, pink tongue dart out of his mouth to lick at the carrot.

Stuart began to stroke himself, imagining that Vince's mouth was doing all this
to him rather than the carrot

He saw the bit of carrot moving around between Vince's puckered lips, his tongue
tongue peeking out a couple of times. He saw Vince's eyes look his way shortly.
He saw…

Suddenly Stuart froze as he realized something.

Vince had done it on purpose! He had known exactly what he was doing the whole
time! Stuart thought back to all the times over the past week that Vince had
picked up something he had `dropped', or his body had brushed against his as he
passed him. That time the elevator had been packed and they had been pressed up
against each other… Okay, so maybe that wasn't Vince's fault, but fuck! Vince
was a devious little son of a bitch!

Well, two could play this game.

***

Vince stood at the counter, chopping potatoes for dinner.

Stuart walked into the kitchen and walked over to where Vince was and leaned up
to open the cupboard to get them both glasses, rubbing his body against Vince's
the whole way.

Vince bit his lip and chopped with a little more energy.

Stuart smirked and poured their drinks. He wasn't as concerned as Vince had been
with being subtle.

Vince finished putting dinner on to cook and walked over to Stuart. He pressed
up behind him and reached around to grab his drink. As he grabbed for the drink,
he pressed against Stuart harder than was really necessary. As he pulled away,
he whispered softly against his ear.

"Ta."

With that, Vince walked back to their Monopoly game, making sure to give his
hips a little extra sway.

Stuart smirked and took a deep breath. It was going to be a long night.

***

Stuart was sitting on the sofa later that night, waiting for Vince to get back
from the loo so they could finish their movie. They sure seemed to watch a lot
of telly when they weren't shagging.

The night had been horrible. Stuart's participation had done nothing but give
Vince more confidence. Now that he knew that Stuart knew what he had been doing,
he was holding nothing back. All through dinner, he had played with his food.
Once they were done, Vince had decided he wanted some ice cream and he had eaten
it as if it were the most sensual experience of his life. When he had cleaned
the bowl with his finger and then sucked the excesss off his finger with his
eyes closed and then thoroughly licked his lips clean, Stuart had thought he was
going to explode right there.

Not that Stuart hadn't done things back that had had obvious effects. But Vince…
damn. Stuart had never seen him like this. He'd like it if he wasn't ready to
kill him.

Stuart heard Vince coming back and took a deep breath, preparing himself.

As Vince was making his way back to his seat, he lost his footing and fell,
catching himself by grabbing hold of Stuart's knees just before he met the
ground. Stuart tensed beneath him as he realized that Vince was uncomfortably
close to his crotch. Vince began to pull himself up, rubbing his chest against
Stuart's as he got higher. Once he got level with him, he spoke.

"Sorry about that, mate. Don`t know what I was thinking. Guess I should look
where I`m going, huh? I mean, if I'm not careful, who knows what I might bump
into, right? " Vince said all this with his face mere centimetres away from
Stuart's. With each word, Stuart could almost feel Vince's lips moving, but not
quite. He could feel Vince's warm breath against his lips continuously.

Once Vince had finished what he was saying, he just stayed there for a tic,
staring at Stuart's lips with so much intensity that Stuart was sure that he was
going to give it up and finally, finally kiss him. Just when he was positive
there was no way Vince was going to pull back, he did just that. He pulled off
him and sat back in his seat, picked up the remote, and pressed play as though
nothing had happened.

Stuart sat in shock, looking at Vince acting with so indifference. The only way
he could tell that the encounter had had any effect at all was the hard-on
straining against his zipper. He looked closer at the complete calm on Vince's
face and realised this was a fight he was not going to win.

"Fuck it."

"Huh?" Vince asked innocently, looking over to Stuart.

Suddenly Stuart was everywhere. He crawled into Vince's lap and began to attack
his mouth like it had been months rather than days. His hands were everywhere.
There was no order to it, just wherever he could find bare skin the fastest.
Vice grunted and pushed Stuart away a little.

Stuart made a disapproving sound and went for Vince's mouth again.

"Wait!" Vince exclaimed just before Stuart's lips met his, knowing if he kissed
him again, he'd never get this said.

"What?" Stuart asked exasperatedly.

"Does this mean you give up?"

"Sure, whatever."

"So….I win?"

"Yes, Vince. You win. Does that make you happy?"

"Very. And now I get to collect my winnings."

"And what exactly, is that?" Stuart asked with a sigh and settled back on
Vince's lap. He just wanted to get this conversation over with so they could
move one to more important things.

"This." Vince kissed Stuart with all the passion he had been holding in for over
a week.

Stuart pulled away briefly to reply.

"I think I can handle that." He straddled Vince again and gave him another kiss.

"I will be doing all the handling, thank you very much."

"Huh?"

"You'll see. Now, I want you to go to the bedroom, strip, and get on the bed.
I'll be there in a minute." Vince said, pinching one of Stuart's nipples.

"Mmm, make it thirty seconds." Stuart said, getting up and hurrying to the
bedroom.

When Stuart got to the bedroom, he rid himself of his clothes in record time,
fumbling over the trouser fastenings in his haste. By the time Vince got there,
Stuart was ready and waiting in the bed. The minute he saw Vince, he got to his
knees and prepared to get off.

"No, stay. Lay back."

"What?" Stuart asked incredulously.

"You heard me. I won the bet, so you do what I say. I promise you'll like it."
Vince said seductively.

Giving in, Stuart lay down. He was up for anything tonight, just so long as it
was something.

Vince slowly walked to the head of the bed and looked down at Stuart. Stuart
noticed for the first time that Vince had his hands behind his back.

"Put your arms above your head."

Stuart complied immediately; pretty sure he knew what was in store for him. He
loved it when Vince was feeling kinky.

Vince took out a pair of padded black handcuffs and quickly cuffed Stuart's
hands together against the headboard.

"Is that okay? It doesn't hurt?"

"No, its fine. Now lets let's get started." Stuart said a bit impatiently.

"Sounds good to me." Vince said, crawling on top of Stuart.

Vince kissed Stuart's mouth softly. Licking the crease lightly, he smiled when
Stuart immediately opened his mouth, needing little encouragement. Vince
however, was in no rush. He wanted to enjoy this. Nipping at his supple bottom
lip, Vince heard Stuart sigh appreciatively. When Vince sucked that same bottom
lip into his mouth, it proved to be too much for Stuart and he let out a
frustrated grunt.

"Vince!"

Vince decided to give in early, since later he wouldn't. He started to kiss
Stuart ravenously, rubbing his tongue all over. After a few seconds, he had to
break away for air.

Vince started a trail of little kisses at the corner of Stuart's mouth and
worked his way to his ear. He licked along the outer fold of the lobe and ended
by sucking gently on the soft part at the bottom. Taking Stuart's sharp intake
of breath as a good sign, he gave it a soft nip and laid a wet kiss right behind
the ear. After giving the back of the lobe a good lick, Vince moved on.

He continued his trail to Stuart's neck, leaving a couple of love bites along
his jaw in the midst. After spending some time giving attention to the side of
Stuart's neck which had started to flush, Vince went to the centre of his neck
and sucked hard on his Adam's apple.

When Vince licked at the little bit of sweat that had accumulated in the hollow
between Stuart's collarbone, Stuart hissed slightly, realizing that Vince had
every intention of taking his time.

"Come on, Vince."

"Shhh." Vince attempted to calm him.

After licking a line between Stuart's pecs, Vince finally got to one of the
nipples. First he just kissed it a few times, then he laid a wide lick from the
bottom of the pec, across the nipple, to the top. Then he got to serious wonk on
it, alternately sucking and licking and biting at it until it was an angry red
and hard as a rock. Kissing his way across Stuart's chest, Vince bestowed the
same treatment on the other nipple, making it a bit faster with a bit more
force.

By this time, Stuart was panting like a dog and could hear his heart beating in
his ears. Vince hadn't even taken any clothes off. It was like he was in a zone
or something.

Finally, Vince stopped torturing Stuart for a second and sat up. Just as he was
about to complain about the change, he saw Vince reach for the hem of his shirt
and pull it over his head, as if he had read Stuart's mind.

"Getting a little hot in here, huh?"

"You could say that." Stuart choked out.

With a chuckle, Vince got back to the task at hand. After leaving a trail of
love bites along the line at the middle of Stuart's torso and licking along the
line across his belly from the top of his trousers, Vince reached Stuart's belly
button. Knowing this was one of Stuart's more sensitive places, Vince lingered
there. He nipped and at the rim of it and then started to tongue-fuck it. When
Stuart groaned and started to rub his cock against his belly, Vince decided he
had had enough of that.

When Vince moved on from Stuart's belly button, Stuart sighed, ready to finally
get some relief. He tensed a little, feeling Vince nuzzle his pubes with his
nose. Stuart let out a low growl when Vince completely bypassed the area that so
sorely needed attention.

"Vince! Don't. No. It's been too long. Don't tease me."

Vince only smiled as he scooted down to the end of the bed.

"What the fuck, Vince?"

"Shhh." Vince said again, paying Stuart's ramblings no mind.

Vince picked up one of Stuart's feet and started to lick at its instep. Once he
felt this had been done properly, he sucked each one of Stuart's toes into his
mouth in turn.

Stuart moaned loudly and started to writhe around, wishing he had his hands
free. This was just cruel.

After briefly scraping his teeth across Stuart ankle, Vince started kissing his
way up Stuart's calf. Stopping to lick at the sheen of sweet at the back of
Stuart's knee, Vince was pleased to hear Stuart groan in a way that almost
sounded painful.

"Vince… " Stuart gasped for breath. "Please."

Vince smiled, who would have ever thought; Stuart Jones, begging. Deciding to
go easy on the guy, Vince skipped his plan to give another go at those luscious
thighs and settled himself between Stuart's legs.

"Oh, thank-Ah!"

Stuart was cut off from his relief when Vice again ignored his throbbing cock
and stated to lick and suck at the area behind his balls.

"Vi-Ah! Oh…"

Vince worked his way from there and, bent Stuart's legs at the knees.

"Up."

Stuart immediately complied, pulling his knees toward his chest to give Vince as
much access as possible.

Vince started by just licking languidly at the area of Stuart's cheeks that he
could reach. Finally, Vince spread them a little further with his hands and
kissed Stuart's hole. The strangled cry that Stuart let out went straight to
Vince's cock.

Deciding that he had to get out of his pants and now, Vince pulled back from
where he was and stood up on the bed.

"Vince! What are you doi-Fuck!"

Done with that tedious task, Vince settled himself back where he was and
started to lick at the puckered hole, appreciating Stuart's unique taste.

"Damnit, Vince! Do something!" Stuart was going mad. He just wanted somebody's
something to go somewhere, and he wasn't picky which or where.

Feeling his own cock jump at the words, Vince decided they had both had enough
teasing and started to vigorously tongue fuck him.

"Oh fuck. Oh my… Vince, I'm gonna… " Stuart grunted out between the other sounds
escaping his mouth.

`Oh no you're not!' Vince thought, then quickly reached between Stuart's legs
and squeezed the base of Stuart's cock just so.

"Vince! No! Oh fuck, you can't! I'm gonna die!"

When Vince did nothing but get a little more forceful in his tongue thrusts,
Stuart completely lost it.

"Vince… please… need… cum… hurts… hurts… "

Hearing the desperation in Stuart's voice, Vince felt his throbbing cock release
more pre-cum and gave it up.

When Stuart, who had his eyes squeezed closed, heard the sound of the lube
opening, he thought his heart would burst out of his chest.

Vince put a healthy amount of lube onto his fingers and rubbed it around with
his thumb to warm it. When he pushed the first finger into Stuart, he heard him
let out a low-pitched cry. Taking this as encouragement, Vince only did a few
thrusts with the finger before adding another.

"Vince! Stop… don't need it."

"Yes you do, it's been over a week since we've done anything. And it's been
longer since we've done this. I don't want to hurt you."

"I don't care!"

"I do." Vince said and scissored his fingers back and forth for a tic before
adding a third finger.

"NOW!" Stuart demanded.

Deciding that Stuart actually was ready this time, Vince quickly ripped open a
condom and sheathed himself.

Pulling Stuart's legs around his waist, Vince grabbed his cock and positioned
himself. When Vince started to slowly push himself in, Stuart growled and pushed
his hips against Vince's as hard as he could, pulling his wrists against the
restraints in the process.

Vince, taking this as the not so subtle hint it was, thrust in the rest of the
way in one long stroke. Taking deep breaths to calm himself as he waited for
Stuart to adjust, he wasn't very surprised when, after only a second, Stuart
pressed against him again. Vince started to thrust at a moderate speed and had
only gotten a few thrusts in when he his Stuart's sweet spot and heard him yelp.

"Harder, Vince. More."

More than happy to comply, Vince started to thrust as hard and fast as he
could. Both of them started to grunt with each thrust.

"Want me to touch you?"

"No. Won't last."

"Kay"

After a few more thrusts, Vince felt Stuart start to tremble slightly. When he
felt him tense up, he knew it was coming. Suddenly, the walls of Stuart's body
tightened like a vice around Vince's cock and they both felt the world explode.
***

Stuart lay there some time later, both of them completely spent.

"That was maddening, Vince."

"I know. I do believe that was one of our best sessions yet."

"No, not that. Well, yes that. But before, the way you teased me. You've never
acted like that before. Why?"

"I don't think I ever had the confidence. Thought I'd look like a twat."

"Oh, please don't ruin the mood by talking about twats." Stuart pleaded.

"Shut it." Vince said, swatting him lightly on the arm. "That was the problem
the whole time, you know. It was never you. I don't know. I just kept thinking;
`There's no way you're always going to be enough for him. He's had everyone, why
would he want you?' And then I realised that you do, and that's all that
matters. After a couple of days, I realized you were going mad without me. I
realised that none of this other shite matters. So I started having fun with
it."

"Yeah, what was that, anyway? How could you sit there all the time so calmly?
Weren't you going out of your mind? I certainly was. But you, you just sat there
with this huge hard on and calmly continued to watch the movie like nothing had
happened."

"Well Stuart, I've had lots of practice. A whole lifetime, I'd say."

~fin~