A Simple Kiss - More Green Hornet slash (now with porn)
Title of Fic: A Simple Kiss
Author: starshinedc
Word Count: 1,045
Rating: NC-17 (Because there isn't enough B/K in the world)
Universe: M11U (2011 movie)
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Kato and Britt; Kato/Britt
Genre: Romance; Fluff
Warnings: Swearing (I blame Britt), and porn... basically
Summary: Britt accidentally kicks Kato in the balls and Kato demands that he immediately kiss it and make it better~
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Kato didn't whimper, but the swears he was muttering under his breath and the bow-legged way he was walking were enough for Britt Reid to know that he'd injured his pal. He'd been trying to kick the head off of a dummy Kato was using to help train him - seriously, what kind of superhero posing as a supervillain couldn't kick ass? Sadly, the training had ended barely after it had begun with an awkwardly pacing Asian and a flustered white man.
"I'm sor-" He was silenced by a sharply lifted hand. "I didn't me-" This time it was a glare that cut him off. He huffed. "Come on, man, I've done it before! And you didn't whine like a bitch the last time!"
"The last time, it was half your foot and you were clumsy! This time, you were much more precise."
"And whose fault is that?"
"Yours for wanting to learn!"
"No, yours for teaching me. If you let somebody else do it, you wouldn't be crying about your balls right about now."
"No one else is allowed to teach you."
"Then stop whining!" When one of Kato's darts flew just past his ear, Britt flinched. "Okay, jesus, what do you want from me? Need me to kiss and make it better, you big baby?" It happened out of nowhere; Kato's pants were around his ankles and there were no boxers… Britt's eyes widened. "Wha…?"
"You offered and you owe me." There was smug satisfaction in the man's eyes that caused Britt to open his eyes even wider.
"Wait, what?"
"You heard me." He hobbled over to the edge of Britt's bed and sat on the edge, legs spread, expression expectant. "You offered and you owe me. So kiss and make it better."
"You know that shit doesn't actually work, right?" And holy god, he couldn't take his eyes off his partner's penis. He'd only seen other men's junk in public restrooms or after one particular party where he'd been too drunk to care that the "woman" he'd driven himself into that night had owned a bigger dick than him. The caring had come the next morning, though, when he'd felt that big dick against his backside…
His cock started to harden at the thought, which baffled him. He shook his head to clear his thoughts, noticed Kato's amused expression and hardened further. Jesus, he shouldn't be getting a hard-on with thoughts about dicks… Kato's was fairly limp but as Britt's eyes stayed on it, it jumped and the young newspaper mogul quivered.
"I don't think… uh…"
"Come here, Britt." His legs seemed to move on their own and, once close enough, Kato dragged him down, let their lips hang a breath apart before speaking. "It's a kiss. Forget where and just do it. I won't tell anyone."
His dick was straining uncomfortably against his underwear, desperate to be freed. "This is nuts."
"You owe me."
"Can't I just buy it a get-well card? Or how about a 'sorry I kicked you' card?"
Kato's lips twitched. "No. A kiss and all the pain will disappear."
"That's bullshit and I am not kissing your dick."
"You don't think I could make you?" He'd been making quite a bit of improvement in the past few weeks, but Britt was still no match for Kato.
"Maybe I just think you're too nice of a guy to make me." There was a scuffle that happened too fast for Britt to anticipate or combat. His bit of training just wasn't enough to let him be a force against the martial arts expert. In no time at all, Kato's pants weren't the only things on the floor. Britt's clothes had largely joined now, too, but were scattered and he was pinned beneath him. His knee was placed at the base of Britt's groin, which had become unceasingly hard during the fight and Kato's forceful stripping.
"Kato," he breathed, staring up at the other man. "What the hell?"
Kato lifted a brow. "Do you still think I'm too nice?"
"Maybe you're taking this whole pretend to be bad guys too seriously."
"Maybe you're forgetting how I grew up. We had to be quick and we had to take what we wanted." His teeth grazed over Britt's neck, causing the other man to groan. "I'm used to waiting for things, yes, because stealing never sat well with me. But I'm tired of waiting for you."
"Waiting for - oh, god, what are you doing?" It wasn't only his teeth on Britt's neck now, but his tongue was slick and hot and it was trailing.
"I will make you a deal. You kiss mine, I kiss yours."
"Fine, Kato, fin - ah!" His back arched, his hands gripped Kato's hips. The man had very busy, very clever hands. They were currently on his dick, exploring them. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Making sure you want this as much as I do."
"I… Look, I… Yeah, okay? I'll kiss your fucking dick; I'll do it. God!" At the last word, his back arched, toes curling. Kato's hands weren't just awesome at karate.
"Maybe I have more demands." His voice was soft, his hands were another story. His hands were calloused, hard-working, and felt like heaven on his cock.
"Kato," he groaned. "You can have whatever you want…"
"Just you." The words were lost on Britt, who was in a mindless, breathless world of sensation. And when Kato's mouth met his, he was further gone. He was thrusting into Kato's hands, muttering under his breath. The words were barely coherent, but they were enough to get Kato hot and bothered.
Soon enough, Kato's hands were gripping Britt's waist tightly, their hips grinding against each other, every movement another spiraling sensation against their dicks. Britt let go first, spurting onto Kato's thighs and abs. Kato hardly lasted another second before he, too, was over the edge.
They were both panting, sated. Blearily, Britt managed to meet Kato's eyes. "Told you… I wasn't… gonna… kiss your dick…"
It earned him a laugh and a lazy kiss to the collarbone, where Kato's head had ended up flopping. "You will later… I guarantee it…"
"Bullshit," he muttered, languidly wrapping his arms around the other man and passing out.
Author: starshinedc
Word Count: 1,045
Rating: NC-17 (Because there isn't enough B/K in the world)
Universe: M11U (2011 movie)
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Kato and Britt; Kato/Britt
Genre: Romance; Fluff
Warnings: Swearing (I blame Britt), and porn... basically
Summary: Britt accidentally kicks Kato in the balls and Kato demands that he immediately kiss it and make it better~
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Kato didn't whimper, but the swears he was muttering under his breath and the bow-legged way he was walking were enough for Britt Reid to know that he'd injured his pal. He'd been trying to kick the head off of a dummy Kato was using to help train him - seriously, what kind of superhero posing as a supervillain couldn't kick ass? Sadly, the training had ended barely after it had begun with an awkwardly pacing Asian and a flustered white man.
"I'm sor-" He was silenced by a sharply lifted hand. "I didn't me-" This time it was a glare that cut him off. He huffed. "Come on, man, I've done it before! And you didn't whine like a bitch the last time!"
"The last time, it was half your foot and you were clumsy! This time, you were much more precise."
"And whose fault is that?"
"Yours for wanting to learn!"
"No, yours for teaching me. If you let somebody else do it, you wouldn't be crying about your balls right about now."
"No one else is allowed to teach you."
"Then stop whining!" When one of Kato's darts flew just past his ear, Britt flinched. "Okay, jesus, what do you want from me? Need me to kiss and make it better, you big baby?" It happened out of nowhere; Kato's pants were around his ankles and there were no boxers… Britt's eyes widened. "Wha…?"
"You offered and you owe me." There was smug satisfaction in the man's eyes that caused Britt to open his eyes even wider.
"Wait, what?"
"You heard me." He hobbled over to the edge of Britt's bed and sat on the edge, legs spread, expression expectant. "You offered and you owe me. So kiss and make it better."
"You know that shit doesn't actually work, right?" And holy god, he couldn't take his eyes off his partner's penis. He'd only seen other men's junk in public restrooms or after one particular party where he'd been too drunk to care that the "woman" he'd driven himself into that night had owned a bigger dick than him. The caring had come the next morning, though, when he'd felt that big dick against his backside…
His cock started to harden at the thought, which baffled him. He shook his head to clear his thoughts, noticed Kato's amused expression and hardened further. Jesus, he shouldn't be getting a hard-on with thoughts about dicks… Kato's was fairly limp but as Britt's eyes stayed on it, it jumped and the young newspaper mogul quivered.
"I don't think… uh…"
"Come here, Britt." His legs seemed to move on their own and, once close enough, Kato dragged him down, let their lips hang a breath apart before speaking. "It's a kiss. Forget where and just do it. I won't tell anyone."
His dick was straining uncomfortably against his underwear, desperate to be freed. "This is nuts."
"You owe me."
"Can't I just buy it a get-well card? Or how about a 'sorry I kicked you' card?"
Kato's lips twitched. "No. A kiss and all the pain will disappear."
"That's bullshit and I am not kissing your dick."
"You don't think I could make you?" He'd been making quite a bit of improvement in the past few weeks, but Britt was still no match for Kato.
"Maybe I just think you're too nice of a guy to make me." There was a scuffle that happened too fast for Britt to anticipate or combat. His bit of training just wasn't enough to let him be a force against the martial arts expert. In no time at all, Kato's pants weren't the only things on the floor. Britt's clothes had largely joined now, too, but were scattered and he was pinned beneath him. His knee was placed at the base of Britt's groin, which had become unceasingly hard during the fight and Kato's forceful stripping.
"Kato," he breathed, staring up at the other man. "What the hell?"
Kato lifted a brow. "Do you still think I'm too nice?"
"Maybe you're taking this whole pretend to be bad guys too seriously."
"Maybe you're forgetting how I grew up. We had to be quick and we had to take what we wanted." His teeth grazed over Britt's neck, causing the other man to groan. "I'm used to waiting for things, yes, because stealing never sat well with me. But I'm tired of waiting for you."
"Waiting for - oh, god, what are you doing?" It wasn't only his teeth on Britt's neck now, but his tongue was slick and hot and it was trailing.
"I will make you a deal. You kiss mine, I kiss yours."
"Fine, Kato, fin - ah!" His back arched, his hands gripped Kato's hips. The man had very busy, very clever hands. They were currently on his dick, exploring them. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Making sure you want this as much as I do."
"I… Look, I… Yeah, okay? I'll kiss your fucking dick; I'll do it. God!" At the last word, his back arched, toes curling. Kato's hands weren't just awesome at karate.
"Maybe I have more demands." His voice was soft, his hands were another story. His hands were calloused, hard-working, and felt like heaven on his cock.
"Kato," he groaned. "You can have whatever you want…"
"Just you." The words were lost on Britt, who was in a mindless, breathless world of sensation. And when Kato's mouth met his, he was further gone. He was thrusting into Kato's hands, muttering under his breath. The words were barely coherent, but they were enough to get Kato hot and bothered.
Soon enough, Kato's hands were gripping Britt's waist tightly, their hips grinding against each other, every movement another spiraling sensation against their dicks. Britt let go first, spurting onto Kato's thighs and abs. Kato hardly lasted another second before he, too, was over the edge.
They were both panting, sated. Blearily, Britt managed to meet Kato's eyes. "Told you… I wasn't… gonna… kiss your dick…"
It earned him a laugh and a lazy kiss to the collarbone, where Kato's head had ended up flopping. "You will later… I guarantee it…"
"Bullshit," he muttered, languidly wrapping his arms around the other man and passing out.