New Trend In Men's Swimwear
By Dana Keylits
A/N: If you were hanging around Twitter today, you may have noticed a photograph or two about a new, ah, bathing suit that some men are sporting these days. I suggested someone write a crack fic about it and then, bored at work, decided to write my own. Thanks to Amanda and Jannette for the idea! If you want to see a picture of the suit in question, follow me on Twitter (krdanakeylits), and check in my favorites. You can't miss it. LOL
"Why are you laughing?"
"Oh my god," Kate roared as she doubled over with laughter, barely able to breathe. "I never expected you'd actually put it on!" She let out a howl, her arms hugging her ribs as tears streamed down her face. "Turn around."
"No," Castle pouted.
"Please, babe," she pleaded, trying to curb her laughter as she plopped onto the bed. "You gotta let me see the back."
"No," he repeated, making a face as he put his hands on his hips. "Why should I when all you're gonna do is laugh?"
"Well, Castle, what do you expect?"
"What?"
"I'm pretty sure you're supposed to wax if you're gonna wear a, ah, suit like that."
He covered his groin, wincing. "Ooh."
She rolled her eyes, "You get used to it."
"Wait, you don't..."
She raised an eyebrow.
He pointed in her general direction, a stupid grin on his face. "That's why it's such a nice shape?" he asked, only it came out more like a statement.
She nodded, leaning back on her elbows as she swung her legs, trying to curl them around his calves to pull him closer. "Now, turn around. I'm sure the back view is going to be spectacular."
"The back view? What about the front view? That's not..." he paused, posing as though he were competing for Mr. Universe. "...spectacular too?"
She ran her bare foot playfully up his thigh, dangerously close to Castle Jr., and waggled her eyebrows. "Oh, the front view is pretty nice, but you've got a particularly fabulous ass, Mr. Castle."
He grinned with half his mouth and then slowly turned around. The thin white fabric came out of his butt crack like a rubber band, and then around his left leg to cover his front. He raised his arms, clasping his fingers together as he cradled the back of his head, and alternately tensed his gluteus muscles in a spontaneously choreographed ballet. Kate sat up, clapping her hands together and giggling. She reached out, palming each deliciously bare and perky cheek in the palms of her hands, then gave him a playful slap, her hand slightly stinging afterwards. "I want you to bring those suckers when we go to the Hamptons next weekend."
Castle turned around and chuckled, reaching for her hand and pulling her up to him. Her soft curves melted against his hard lines and she moaned as they fell into an easy kiss. He traced the lines of her jaw with his tongue and then, his mouth on her ear, whispered, "Not a chance in hell, Kate."
The End.