Title: Baby, it's cold outside…
Author: kira
Rating:
Characters/Pairings: Jakotsu/Bankotsu
Genre: romance, slice of life
Word Count: 400
Summary: Jakotsu models the bikini he's going to wearon set, for his life-partner, Bankotsu.
Any possible warnings: none
Author's note: Special thanks to my beta, Jen, for going over this for me.
FYI: This takes place in my Modern AU-verse. Jakotsu is an onnagata (a man who specializes in women's roles), and works on a night-time soap opera. His character is called "Emiko."
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"Look at all the snow, Sweetness. Are you going to be able to get back to Kyoto?" Bankotsu asked as he stared out the window.
"I just got off the phone with work; they said to wait until Monday before I try getting back." Jakotsu walked over to his life-partner, and standing behind Bankotsu, he wrapped his arms around him. They watched the snow fall. "Now I have an extra day to be with you…" he murmured into the top of the younger man's head. "And I have just the thing to celebrate."
"You got more lingerie from Aya's?"
"Even better…"
"Really?"
"Yup. During ratings week, Emiko is going to have a fling with the cabana boy. Which means I get to wear a bathing suit." Jakotsu smiled impishly.
"The lucky duck." Bankotsu grinned at their reflections. "You going to wear a sarong-type one-piece?"
"Nope, I'm wearing a bikini. A red bikini…"
"Sounds yummy," the younger man said huskily.
"I thought you'd like it. And what's great is I went to pick it up yesterday before the snow, so I can model it for you. I even have the sandals I'll be wearing with it…"
"You know I want to see you in it."
"But of course… You'll just have to imagine the pool setting and the Mai Tai in my hand."
Bankotsu took one of his life partner's hands and kissed it. "I think I can."
"Good. Now wait here until I get back. Knowing you, I'll never get into it." Kissing his life-partner's cheek, the cross-dresser left to go change.
Bankotsu remained behind, watching the snow fall. In his mind's eye, he could see Jakotsu undressing. The sound of kitten heels clacking on the hardwood floor pulled him from his reverie. Bankotsu turned to see him dressed in classic sexy Bond-girl glam. "Aya did an awesome job, Sweetness. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were a real woman."
"You like it?"
Bankotsu looked appraisingly at the red halter and mini sarong bottom and nodded. He stepped forward, pulling Jakotsu close. "You have boobs, Sweetness…" He copped a feel.
The cross-dresser giggled. "Yup." At Bankotsu's questioning look, he added, "Same technology that gives a mastectomy patient her curves. Aya is a genius!"
"Hell yeah!"
"Let's go warm me up as I'm freezing my ass off."
"With pleasure!" Bankotsu said as they headed towards their master bedroom.