Provocation 35 Dress Up: My Kryptonite
Title: My Kryptonite
Author: Mir
Pairing: Hojo/Older Souta
Genre: Crack, AU
Rated: PG-13
Warning: Yaoi and Mention of Cross-dress (Don't like it, Don't have to read it)
Words: 300
Summary: The boys were suppose to dress up for the party...
Souta waited in their bedroom wondering why his boyfriend was taking so long getting dressed. They had thirty minutes to get to Kagome’s masquerade party and they would be late if Hojo didn’t get his ass moving out of the bathroom. Thinking that he must have flushed himself down the toilet, Souta was about to go fetch him when the older man finally emerged wearing blue tights, a body suit and a pair of red undies. On his back was a flowing red cap with the letter S on it. Practically drooling, Souta eyes trailed down the trim body of his irresistibly hot Superman. Noticing the hard to miss bulge in Hojo’s tight stocking, he smirked.
“How do I look?” the older man asked, feeling a tad self-conscious. He was so busy worrying that his butt looked too big in his costume, that Hojo didn’t notice Souta leering at him.
“Gorgeous,” he said, stalking over to his boyfriend.
Taking him into his arms, the young man kissed Hojo passionately on the lips. Their tongues danced together sweetly before Souta reluctantly pulled away.
“Forget about the party,” the younger man said, taking off his wig.
Seeing the lust in his boyfriend's eyes, Hojo smiled. Picking up his skirt wearing lover, the older man carried Souta over to their bed. After lying him down on it, the younger man
lustfully looked at his Superman.
“Is you man of steel ready to enter my Fortress of Solitude?” Souta purred.
Gleefully, Hojo stripped his lover out of his Lois Lane costume.
“You can be my kryptonite any time,” the older man said eagerly.
The two boys of course never made it to the party; because unlike Superman, Hojo didn’t make love faster than a speeding bullet. Something that Souta was very, very thankful for.
THE END
Author: Mir
Pairing: Hojo/Older Souta
Genre: Crack, AU
Rated: PG-13
Warning: Yaoi and Mention of Cross-dress (Don't like it, Don't have to read it)
Words: 300
Summary: The boys were suppose to dress up for the party...
Souta waited in their bedroom wondering why his boyfriend was taking so long getting dressed. They had thirty minutes to get to Kagome’s masquerade party and they would be late if Hojo didn’t get his ass moving out of the bathroom. Thinking that he must have flushed himself down the toilet, Souta was about to go fetch him when the older man finally emerged wearing blue tights, a body suit and a pair of red undies. On his back was a flowing red cap with the letter S on it. Practically drooling, Souta eyes trailed down the trim body of his irresistibly hot Superman. Noticing the hard to miss bulge in Hojo’s tight stocking, he smirked.
“How do I look?” the older man asked, feeling a tad self-conscious. He was so busy worrying that his butt looked too big in his costume, that Hojo didn’t notice Souta leering at him.
“Gorgeous,” he said, stalking over to his boyfriend.
Taking him into his arms, the young man kissed Hojo passionately on the lips. Their tongues danced together sweetly before Souta reluctantly pulled away.
“Forget about the party,” the younger man said, taking off his wig.
Seeing the lust in his boyfriend's eyes, Hojo smiled. Picking up his skirt wearing lover, the older man carried Souta over to their bed. After lying him down on it, the younger man
lustfully looked at his Superman.
“Is you man of steel ready to enter my Fortress of Solitude?” Souta purred.
Gleefully, Hojo stripped his lover out of his Lois Lane costume.
“You can be my kryptonite any time,” the older man said eagerly.
The two boys of course never made it to the party; because unlike Superman, Hojo didn’t make love faster than a speeding bullet. Something that Souta was very, very thankful for.
THE END