Strip Havoc Naked Day
Title: Strip Havoc Naked Day
Type: Yaoi, crack
Rating: R
Pairing: Roy/Jean
Summary: Th-The title says it all, folks... >_>;
Warnings: Nudity, lulz
A/N: So... It's Havoc week, people! Show the cancerous blonde some love! \o/ And, yes, I'm not writing the days in order... who cares?! It's Havoc and it's sex... -3-
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An eager grin spread over Roy's lips as he leaned back against the couch, spreading his legs and settling against the cushions get more comfortable. His eyes raked over Jean, who was standing a few feet away from him in the middle of the room, gaze locked on Roy's as his hands slowly moved to the collar of his uniform. With tempting grace, his fingers eased open the buttons of his coat, letting it fall open slightly.
Roy's hand rubbed at the inside of his thigh, gradually making its way to his crotch. He shuddered and had to shift a little, already feeling his pants starting to grow tight. Roy's cock gave a slight twitch when Jean shrugged out of his uniform jacket, letting it fall to the floor in a heap. The fitted, black shirt he had on showed off every muscle, every dip and curve of his body just as well as if he had been naked.
“Jean...” Roy moaned quietly, surprised by just how low and breathy his own voice was.
His moans quickly took on a more whining, needy tone, though, as Jean continued to tease him with only brief tastes of what he really wanted. Tauntingly pulling the hem of his shirt up to reveal his muscled stomach before letting the cloth flutter back down; undoing his belt so that his pants slid down just... far... enough to reveal a small tuft of golden hair, trailing down to more treasured regions.
Jean's hands started to run along his clothed chest, brushing over his nipples, moaning breathily at the stimulation. Hands all but tearing through the leather of the couch with the strength of his grip, Roy grit his teeth, quickly losing whatever patience he had left. Maybe stripteases weren't such a good idea after all... Not when he was in one of his 'moods', at least...
Sighing, Roy sounded somewhat... apologetic for what he was about to do, even if it was excitement that coursed through his veins, each thought spurring him on further. In fact, Jean only seemed amused, casting Roy a lustful smile when he saw the brunette's hand slip into his pants pocket, the light in Jean's eyes all but telling Roy how 'naughty' he was for that. Jean really had no idea what Roy was up to...
Until Roy pulled his now gloved hand from his pants. Jean barely had time to realize what was going on before he heard a soft snap followed by the loud rushing of oxygen being shifted and moved throughout the room, compressed and condensed until it heated up and burst into flames around him. His breath was pulled from him for a few rattling seconds and he kept as still as possible.
Almost as quickly as the flames had enveloped him, the room cleared, left with only the faint smell of... burning cloth? Jean blinked his eyes open and looked down to find himself completely naked.
“You could have just told me to hurry up,” he said, looking over at Roy finally, lips pursing at the smug grin his lover had on.
“Yes, I could have,” Roy said, tilting his head in a slight nod. “But that was much more fun.”