Title: A Man's Man
Author: Wyzeguy
Email: Wyzeguy79@yahoo.com
Summary: He should have seen it coming...
Rating: PG
Warning: Run while you have the chance!
Archive: Uh huh. Ask first.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters.
Marvel, who does, might be traumatized by this fic.
Notes: This is a response to Khaki's challenge, which
called for writers to post short stories (regardless
of content or mood) beginning with the sentence, "He
should have seen it coming." Once again, my twisted
mind seized the opportunity.
A MAN'S MAN
Wyzeguy
He should have seen it coming.
That gruff demeanor, the affinity for leather clothing and disdain for shaving should have all been a dead giveaway. Not all of that by itself, but rather the forcefulness by which the image was maintained.
He should have known it was just that: an act.
Now, Scott Summers stood in the bathroom, silent and slackjawed at he sight before him. Words just
couldn't do this justice.
Logan turned from the mirror after applying his lipstick, locked eyes with Scott, and gestured idly to
the lethally red ankle-length dress and black high-heels he wore. "So? C'mon, Summers, answer me:
does this dress make my butt look big or not?"
END
Author: Wyzeguy
Email: Wyzeguy79@yahoo.com
Summary: He should have seen it coming...
Rating: PG
Warning: Run while you have the chance!
Archive: Uh huh. Ask first.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters.
Marvel, who does, might be traumatized by this fic.
Notes: This is a response to Khaki's challenge, which
called for writers to post short stories (regardless
of content or mood) beginning with the sentence, "He
should have seen it coming." Once again, my twisted
mind seized the opportunity.
A MAN'S MAN
Wyzeguy
He should have seen it coming.
That gruff demeanor, the affinity for leather clothing and disdain for shaving should have all been a dead giveaway. Not all of that by itself, but rather the forcefulness by which the image was maintained.
He should have known it was just that: an act.
Now, Scott Summers stood in the bathroom, silent and slackjawed at he sight before him. Words just
couldn't do this justice.
Logan turned from the mirror after applying his lipstick, locked eyes with Scott, and gestured idly to
the lethally red ankle-length dress and black high-heels he wore. "So? C'mon, Summers, answer me:
does this dress make my butt look big or not?"
END