Title: The Reality Is...
Author: WickedGame
Genre: fluffy smutty
Rating: R
Pairing: 12 ( talks only about 2x1 however )
Warnings: stripping, foul language
Notes: Another thing that popped into my head and I just ran with it. Trying to work out writer's block.
Ah, amateur strip night. It's a blessed and cursed thing I tell you. On one hand, naked men are always a good thing; but on the other hand, naked and ugly men are not. Ditto for the men that are always too old to be shaking their thing up on the stage in front of all us discerning men and women.
But then there's the guy I'm here to see, and the guy I'm lucky enough to take home every night: Heero. So damned sexy no matter what he's wearing or what he's doing. He could be covered in mud and leaves, smelling of stale beer and cigarette smoke, and I would still think he's the sexiest thing I've ever laid my eyes on. I would still push him down on the nearest available surface and worship his body for as long as he'd let me.
And I know, just by the way he looks at me, that he feels the same way.
He enjoys the attention stripping brings him, and I can't blame him. I feel much the same way sometimes, and the owners love it when they get the two of us on stage, showing it up for all the girls in the audience. They stuff dollar after dollar into our scant 'underwear' and scream until their voices give out. Like I said, I like it, but tonight I'm just here to watch and enjoy as Heero takes the stage.
It's the cowboy getup tonight. I love it when he wears that hat to bed and straddles my lap, bouncing up and down on my cock...
He's wearing that hat tonight for me, I promise you.
Leather chaps always suit his long legs and tight ass. He bends over and a bear of a guy leers at him, his hands twitching like they want to reach out. But he doesn't, and I relax. I'd hate to have to start a fight but no one's allowed to touch my man but me.
The thong he's wearing tonight is black, leather, and has metal studs all over it. I once came all over that thong as I bent him over the toilet in the men's room. What can I say? I was hot and I needed him right then and he never complained. As a matter of fact, I think he came fast and hard, all over the toilet seat.
He places the hat on my head and backs away with a wink and a smile. I tip the hat at him and the woman next to me giggles.
"You know him?" she asks, her eyes never leaving Heero.
"You could say that," is all I say. It's never nice to ruin the illusions the patrons have.
But an illusion is all it is, because as soon as Heero's set is over I'm headed backstage and right into his arms.
"Good lord you were smokin' tonight!" I tell him.
He collects the meager payment he gets for being an amateur and pulls his clothes back on silently.
"You ready?" he says to me once he's buttoned his jeans. He smirks at me and pulls the brim of the cowboy hat down. "It suits you, you know?"
"You suit me," is all I can say as I lean down slightly to kiss him.