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"Cross Dressing?"Written By: Fancy Figures Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, wish I did, just
enjoy writing about 'em for free etc Pairing: 1x2x1 Warnings: Heero POV, ficlet, yaoi, humour Rating: NC 17 Summary: The guys decide to try cross dressing
to add some excitement to their sex lives. "Cross Dressing?"
“It’s your turn to check,” he said. “Whaddya think?” He was scowling at me. I grinned back. “What’s that look meant to be? You look constipated or something.” His eyes opened wide again. “Hell, does it? It’s meant to be a Glare of Death.” “Right,” I said, nodding a little wearily. “It’ll need work. So will the way you stand, hand across your face like that. You keep jutting out your hip, and it’s just not authentic.” He sighed. Guess we were both getting weary. “I can’t get that stance right. Haven’t got the thighs for it, to tell you the truth.” I glanced down to his legs. “Definitely not for spandex, no. It’s rather unforgiving, I must say.” He sneered at me. “Hey, I’m freezing here, in this ridiculous sleeveless shirt thing. It’s no wonder my family jewels are shrinking away.” I grinned again. “And the wig…” Words failed me. He groaned and relaxed his whole body. “Ok, so if it’s hair we’re talking…” “What about it?” I stiffened, defensively. My hand involuntarily brushed away the soft strands tickling my hip. He smirked. He pointed. “Well, just look at it! Damn braid’s sticking out over your left ear like the end of a mooring rope. You never heard of conditioner?” “It’s synthetic,” I snapped. “It’s the best I can do with the materials on hand.” He scoffed. “And did I ever tell you, whatever you wear you still look like you have a pole up your ass?” “Yes,” I replied, tightly. “Often. But I am as I am.” I tried to relax my shoulders but slouching made my back hurt. I uncurled my fists, but the whole attitude felt… too loose. Unhealthy. He laughed. “So where’s the famous wide-mouthed grin? The head thrown back in laughter?” “I’ll work on it,” I ground out. “Same time you work on the spandex shorts.” He frowned back. “Touchy. And pull that collar snug into your neck. It looks like you’ve released the button at the back.” “I have,” I said. “It’s too restricting.” “Yeah,” he muttered. “Speak to the spandex shorts about that.” He reached surreptitiously between his legs and tugged the material down away from his balls. It immediately sprang back to hug him even more tightly. “Duo…” I said, carefully. “Huh?” “You think we should abandon this idea?” He stared at me, a little suspiciously. “This isn’t a trick? You’re not gonna put me in one of those mask things instead, like Zechs?” I shuddered. “No way. So long as you don’t suggest that party frock of Relena’s again.” He shuddered, too. “It’s a deal. It was her idea in the first place, anyway.” He looked up at me and grinned. “You know what, Heero?” “What?” “I never thought our sexlife was getting boring. I’m pretty happy with it, to be honest.” I frowned. The black fabric was itching the skin between my thighs. I wondered how long it’d be before I could peel the jodhpurs off my legs and walk normally again. “So why the hell are we doing all this?” He shrugged. “I think it was Relena’s idea, again. Something about bringing spice into our private lives. Something about the thrill and sexual fantasy of -” “ – cross-dressing,” I finished. I looked down at myself, from braid to dog collar to black boots. He examined himself, similarly, but his eyes stalled at the spandex shorts. He looked like the shuddering might start again, and soon. “Let’s change,” I said, quickly. “Change back, you mean? Or just take it all off?” he said, softly. His eyes glanced up at me, sparkling blue underneath the short, dark, spiky wig. Whatever he was wearing, I could never mistake that mischievous look. I nodded. “All off. Let’s go and find the spice -” “ – somewhere else?” He was laughing again, and his eyes never left mine. The jodhpurs were getting very uncomfortable. “Like somewhere with a bed?” He took a couple of steps backwards, moving towards the hallway and our bedroom. I nodded again. “That’s all the thrill I need.” I started after him, my feet clumsy with anticipation, my hand reaching up to my head to tug off the ridiculous wig. “No!” he interrupted me, holding up a hand. His voice was very husky. “You wanna keep that on? I just might have a kind of fantasy about that…” End
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