Author's Notes: leather!gojyo fixation? me? why, I never…
string of red
pearls
by Bethany Ten
pants
fetish
Gojyo's pants, he says, were a bargain. And he loves them. They're leather, and, oh, he loves leather, slick and smooth and stiff and smoky and supple, an eyeful of gloriously sculpted, slim legs and jutting hipbones at jaunty angles.
The thing is, everyone's privy to that same eyeful. Everyone. Gojyo is raw magnetism; the leather fuels the fire.
Hakkai buys him a pair of pants that poof ridiculously from thigh to knee to shin, and Gojyo wears them around.
Come mornings, though, Gojyo brews coffee wearing nothing but his leather pants and Hakkai, through his eyelashes, appreciates the view.