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perpetual_motionTitle: Anderwhore
Author: Perpetual Motion
Fandom: News RPS
Pairing: Keith Olbermann/Anderson Cooper
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Keith, Anderson, and cross-dressing.
Disclaimer: Believe me, there's no freakin' way it's true. I'm lying utterly and completely. Although, if Keith would like to come over and punish me, I could be up for that.
Author's Notes: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lunaris_, who planted the idea. And for those dirty whores in ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
punditslash, because they're deliciously dirty.
The knock on the door surprised Keith. He’d only been home for seventeen minutes, and he hadn’t even fully removed his tie. He looked through the peephole and saw Anderson’s face. He grinned at the distortion and flipped the deadbolt. “You know, you have-“ He stopped short. “Holy shit.”
Anderson sidled around Keith to get inside. “Hey.” His grin was bright, his eyes teasing and sultry. “Just get in?” He twined his fingers around one end of Keith’s unknotted tie and pulled it off his neck. “How was the show?”
“The show?” Keith tried to clear his throat and found it completely dry. “Um…” He watched Anderson meander across the room. “You look…” He had to concentrate very hard to put together a full sentence. “Fuckin’ hell, Andy.”
“I look okay, then?”
“Okay?” Keith clenched his hands into fists for a moment. “You…” Keith finally stopped trying to talk and just stared. Anderson walked around the living room with a swing in his hips that Keith didn’t know he was capable of producing. Anderson was far past okay. Anderson was somewhere within the realm of utterly fuckable.
“Are you going to stand there all night?” Andy looked over his shoulder at Keith. Keith zeroed in on the crimson lipstick that has smeared just a little on the left side of Andy’s mouth. “Or are you getting over here?”
Keith very deliberately adjusted himself in his pants and gave Anderson a long, assessing look. “I didn’t think you’d do it.”
“I’m a man of my word.”
“You’re a man in a skirt.” Keith finally got over his total shock and walked across the room. He backed Anderson against the wall and slid a hand down his side. “A very, very short skirt.” He slid his hand up under the skirt, and his eyes widened. “And no underwear. How did you not get raped on the subway?”
Anderson laughed lightly and tilted his head back. “Took a cab.”
Keith jerked away in surprise. “You took a cab like *this*?” His gesture encompassed the very short, duct tape skirt, the half-smeared red lipstick, and the extra-tight black T-shirt.
Anderson gave Keith a dirty, promising smile. “The driver let me pay with a blowjob. He was *very* vocal.”
“Was he now?” Keith leaned in and flicked his tongue against Anderson’s bottom lip. “Did he call you a whore? Because that’s what you are, you know.” Keith slid his hand over the top of Anderson’s thigh and stroked the back of his fingers over his dick. He smiled at Anderson’s shudder. “You are such a whore.”
“And you fucking love it.” Anderson threaded his fingers into the hair at the nape of Keith’s neck and yanked him into a kiss. He bit down on Keith’s lip and didn’t let up until Keith wrapping his hand around Anderson’s dick made him pull away with a gasp. “Oh, *yes*.”
“It’s just what you like, isn’t it?” Keith leaned down and bit at Anderson’s neck just above the collar of his T-shirt. “You love this shit.” His words were muffled by Anderson’s neck, and he trailed his lips up to Anderson’s ear. “Turn around.”
“Why?” Anderson let out a small yelp when Keith manhandled him until his face was against the wall.
“When I tell you to do something, you do it.” Keith’s voice was a growl, and he palmed Anderson’s ass with one hand while the other trailed up his back. “Are we clear?”
Anderson pressed back against Keith’s hands and leaned his forehead against the wall. “We’re clear.” He groaned when Keith slid both hands up under his skirt and dug his fingernails into his hips. “Are you going to do something, or are you just going to stand there and feel me up?”
Keith squeezed Anderson’s hips again and pressed against him from chest to knee. He used his weight to pin Anderson against the wall. “You’re being a mouthy little slut.”
“I thought you liked that.” Anderson rocked his hips back and grinned at Keith’s groan.
“It’s going to be like that, then?”
“It is.” Anderson twisted left, slid right, and managed to get out of Keith’s grasp. He backed away from Keith with a wicked look in his eyes. “And you’re going to love it.”
“Am I?” Keith stalked after Anderson and smiled approvingly when Anderson stretched himself out on the couch. “Don’t you look pretty?”
Anderson crossed his ankles, somehow making it look sexy even with the combat boots that hit him mid-calf. “I’d like to look debauched.”
“Oh, we’re getting to that.” Keith unbuttoned his shirt as he walked across the room and dropped his shirt behind him as he knelt by the couch, grabbed Anderson by the back of the head, and kissed him hard and dirty as he shoved Anderson’s T-shirt up to his arm pits. When it was out of the way, Keith pulled away from Anderson’s mouth and leaned down to nibble around Anderson’s nipple. When Anderson gasped, Keith bit down a little harder and slid his fingers up the inside of Anderson’s thigh. Anderson let out a long, shuddery whimper and clamped his hands in Keith’s hair. Keith stopped all movement, waited for Anderson’s hands to relax, and then lapped his tongue roughly over Anderson’s nipple.
“Ahh!” Anderson tried to twist away, and Keith’s hand clenched on his thigh. “Oh!”
Keith lifted his head from Anderon’s chest, lifted his free hand, and wiped his thumb across Anderson’s lips. The lipstick, already smeared beyond repair, smeared a little further, and Keith wiped his thumb down the inside of Anderson’s arm.
“Marking me?”
Keith tilted his head down, latched his teeth onto the skin just a little down and to the left of Anderson’s nipple, and sucked hard until he left a mark. When he lifted his head again, Anderson was panting. “I am now.”
Anderson breathed out and shuddered. “You are.”
Keith leveled himself to his feet and shoved Andy’s feet off the couch. He sat down, unbuttoned his slacks, and leaned back. “Get over here.” His voice was brisk and commanding.
Anderson slipped off the couch and knee-walked until he was between Keith’s legs. “What would you like?”
“You’re going to suck my cock.” Keith lifted his hips as Anderson worked his pants and boxers down his legs. “And then you’re going to put on a fresh coat of lipstick and scream while I fuck you.”
“Do you want the lipstick now? I could leave rings around your cock.”
Keith grabbed Anderson by the back of the neck and gave a small shove. “You do what you’re told and no more.”
“Of course.” Anderson slid his hands up the inside of Keith’s thighs, squeezed at the junction of Keith’s hip and thigh, and lowered his mouth over Keith’s cock.
Keith tossed his head back as Anderson sucked the head of his cock and pulled on Anderson’s hair. “Get down there and suck like you mean it, you slut.” Keith groaned when Anderson slid his mouth down a couple of inches and bucked his hips when Anderson started to suck again. He tried to form words, but Anderson put his tongue to work, and Keith’s mind blanked out. He went limp against the couch and arched his back when Anderson dug his fingers into his thighs. Keith tightened his hold on the back of Anderson’s head and pulled until Anderson came off his cock with a wet sound of suction and a groan. He tried to drop back down, and it took considerable force of will on Keith’s part to keep him from finishing the job. “Either you suck my cock or you get fucked in that pretty little skirt.”
“I can’t do both?” Anderson licked his lips. “I could do both.”
Keith’s hips canted without his permission, and he had to press himself into the couch to keep himself in line. “You’re getting fucked. Go get the stuff.” Keith watched as Anderson stood up and smoothed his skirt. He groped Anderson as he walked by, and when Anderson threw a look over his shoulder, Keith smacked him on the ass. “Get the stuff, Andy.” He made it a command and smiled to himself when Andy sashayed down the hall. He took his dick in hand and gave it a squeeze as he listened to Andy rummage around in the bathroom. He kept his hand in place when Andy walked back into the living room. “You know what I want.”
Andy set down the lube and the condom and bent over the coffee table. The skirt stuck almost straight out, and he looked over his shoulder at Keith. There was a fresh coat of lipstick on his mouth and something dark and heavy on his eyes. Keith leaned forward to investigate.
“Eyeliner?”
“Yes.”
“I said lipstick.”
“”And I’m wearing lipstick.”
Keith stood up, shoved Andy’s skirt up further and slapped him on the ass just hard enough to sting. “I told you not to do anything without my permission.”
“I’m sorry.”
Keith grabbed the lube off the table and popped the top. “You’re not. You’re shameless.” He drizzled lube onto his fingers and used his thumb to rub it around. “You like to show off, don’t you?”
“You know it.”
“You like being a pretty little whore in a cab, licking your lips and enticing the driver. Tell me,” Keith slid one finger into Andy and bit him on the back of the neck when he hissed. “How big was his cock?”
“Huge. I could barely take it.”
“I doubt that.” Keith pressed his fingertip against Andy’s prostate and gripped his cock in the other hand. “You took it all, didn’t you? Sucked it all down, made those dirty sounds when his cockhead hit the back of your throat.”
“I might have.”
Keith slid another finger into Andy and let go of his cock to grab his head. He yanked Andy’s head back and flicked his tongue over his ear. “Now’s not the time to be coy, whore.” He bit on the edge of Andy’s ear and slid his fingers in and out and in and out. “Now’s the time for you to scream.” He corkscrewed his fingers and pressed his smile into Andy’s shoulder when Andy let loose a short, harsh scream. “Just like that.” Keith corkscrewed his fingers again and bit down on Andy’s shoulder when Andy shouted his name. “Do you want it?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Keith, fuck me.”
“You’re a slut.”
Andy pushed his hips backwards and hissed when it got Keith’s fingers deeper. “I’m your slut. Now fuck me.”
Keith slid his fingers out, gripped Andy’s hips, and started sliding in his cock. He paused when Andy tried to push back and ground out a moan when Andy clenched around his cock. “Stay still.”
“No.” Andy pushed back and dug his fingertips into the table as Keith pressed forward. Keith’s hand, still wet from lube, trailed from Andy’s hip and grabbed his ass, and Andy hissed. “Come on, Keith. You know what you want.”
“And what,” Keith clenched his teeth and thrust hard, “do I want?” He thrust again and watched the way Andy’s back arched under his T-shirt.
“You want to fuck me.” Andy groaned as Keith switched the angle slightly and gave him a new version of the burn that was running up his spine and through his whole body. “You want to fuck me hard-“ Andy cut off and keened down in his throat. “Harder.” Keith pushed harder. Andy gave out an inarticulate yell. Keith pushed harder. Then harder. Andy dropped his head and braced his arms as Keith grabbed his hips again and started pulling him back with quick, fierce jerks that made Andy’s arms shake. He started babbling, promising incredibly lewd things if Keith would just let him fucking *come* already.
“You’ll do that?” Keith thrust even harder, laid himself along Andy’s back and lapped a line up the back of Andy’s neck, tasting sweat and sex and the last hint of Andy’s soap.
“I’ll do it. Whatever. Just-“ Andy cut off as Keith thrust again. He was so close. So fucking close. “Please, Keith.”
Keith grunted, let go of Anderson’s left hip, and wrapped his hand around his cock. He started jacking Andy with a hard, twisting pull, and Andy came over his hand with a full body shudder and a throaty groan. Keith moaned, thrust against Andy another half dozen times, and came as he slumped over Andy’s body and sent them both collapsing onto the coffee table. Keith panted into Andy’s ear until Andy raised a hand and pushed his head to face the other way.
“What,” Andy cleared his throat and swallowed to get moisture back into his throat. “What’d I promise?”
“I have no idea.” Keith took a deep breath and held it for a few seconds. He pulled out of Andy slowly and tossed the condom in the trash can by the couch. “I’m sure it was fantastically dirty and imaginative.”
Andy lowered himself to the floor and lay on his stomach. “Well, that is how you got me over here dressed like this.”
“Mmm.” Keith grabbed the blanket off the back of the couch and laid down next to Andy. He threw the blanket over both of them and wiped his thumb across Andy’s lips. The lipstick smeared into a rising streak to the right of his mouth. “You really are damned pretty.”
“Shut up.” Andy propped his head on Keith’s shoulder and kissed his shoulder blade. He left a set of red lip prints. “And I didn’t actually blow the cab driver.”
“No?” Keith tried to feign disappointment, but he was pretty sure he just sounded sexually exhausted.
“I might have let him suck mine, though.” Andy grinned when Keith raised a hand just high enough to swat him on the ass. “And I’m stealing a pair of your pajama pants. I’m not sleeping in this thing.”
“You should have packed a bag.”
“Where would I have stashed it?”
Keith tried to puzzle that one out, but he fell asleep before he could. When he woke up twenty minutes later, Andy was asleep with his head on his shoulder and his lipstick trailing down Keith’s arm. Keith woke him up, washed off his face, and put them both to bed. The skirt, the boots, and the T-shirt found a home on the floor.
Author: Perpetual Motion
Fandom: News RPS
Pairing: Keith Olbermann/Anderson Cooper
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Keith, Anderson, and cross-dressing.
Disclaimer: Believe me, there's no freakin' way it's true. I'm lying utterly and completely. Although, if Keith would like to come over and punish me, I could be up for that.
Author's Notes: For
lunaris_, who planted the idea. And for those dirty whores in punditslash, because they're deliciously dirty.The knock on the door surprised Keith. He’d only been home for seventeen minutes, and he hadn’t even fully removed his tie. He looked through the peephole and saw Anderson’s face. He grinned at the distortion and flipped the deadbolt. “You know, you have-“ He stopped short. “Holy shit.”
Anderson sidled around Keith to get inside. “Hey.” His grin was bright, his eyes teasing and sultry. “Just get in?” He twined his fingers around one end of Keith’s unknotted tie and pulled it off his neck. “How was the show?”
“The show?” Keith tried to clear his throat and found it completely dry. “Um…” He watched Anderson meander across the room. “You look…” He had to concentrate very hard to put together a full sentence. “Fuckin’ hell, Andy.”
“I look okay, then?”
“Okay?” Keith clenched his hands into fists for a moment. “You…” Keith finally stopped trying to talk and just stared. Anderson walked around the living room with a swing in his hips that Keith didn’t know he was capable of producing. Anderson was far past okay. Anderson was somewhere within the realm of utterly fuckable.
“Are you going to stand there all night?” Andy looked over his shoulder at Keith. Keith zeroed in on the crimson lipstick that has smeared just a little on the left side of Andy’s mouth. “Or are you getting over here?”
Keith very deliberately adjusted himself in his pants and gave Anderson a long, assessing look. “I didn’t think you’d do it.”
“I’m a man of my word.”
“You’re a man in a skirt.” Keith finally got over his total shock and walked across the room. He backed Anderson against the wall and slid a hand down his side. “A very, very short skirt.” He slid his hand up under the skirt, and his eyes widened. “And no underwear. How did you not get raped on the subway?”
Anderson laughed lightly and tilted his head back. “Took a cab.”
Keith jerked away in surprise. “You took a cab like *this*?” His gesture encompassed the very short, duct tape skirt, the half-smeared red lipstick, and the extra-tight black T-shirt.
Anderson gave Keith a dirty, promising smile. “The driver let me pay with a blowjob. He was *very* vocal.”
“Was he now?” Keith leaned in and flicked his tongue against Anderson’s bottom lip. “Did he call you a whore? Because that’s what you are, you know.” Keith slid his hand over the top of Anderson’s thigh and stroked the back of his fingers over his dick. He smiled at Anderson’s shudder. “You are such a whore.”
“And you fucking love it.” Anderson threaded his fingers into the hair at the nape of Keith’s neck and yanked him into a kiss. He bit down on Keith’s lip and didn’t let up until Keith wrapping his hand around Anderson’s dick made him pull away with a gasp. “Oh, *yes*.”
“It’s just what you like, isn’t it?” Keith leaned down and bit at Anderson’s neck just above the collar of his T-shirt. “You love this shit.” His words were muffled by Anderson’s neck, and he trailed his lips up to Anderson’s ear. “Turn around.”
“Why?” Anderson let out a small yelp when Keith manhandled him until his face was against the wall.
“When I tell you to do something, you do it.” Keith’s voice was a growl, and he palmed Anderson’s ass with one hand while the other trailed up his back. “Are we clear?”
Anderson pressed back against Keith’s hands and leaned his forehead against the wall. “We’re clear.” He groaned when Keith slid both hands up under his skirt and dug his fingernails into his hips. “Are you going to do something, or are you just going to stand there and feel me up?”
Keith squeezed Anderson’s hips again and pressed against him from chest to knee. He used his weight to pin Anderson against the wall. “You’re being a mouthy little slut.”
“I thought you liked that.” Anderson rocked his hips back and grinned at Keith’s groan.
“It’s going to be like that, then?”
“It is.” Anderson twisted left, slid right, and managed to get out of Keith’s grasp. He backed away from Keith with a wicked look in his eyes. “And you’re going to love it.”
“Am I?” Keith stalked after Anderson and smiled approvingly when Anderson stretched himself out on the couch. “Don’t you look pretty?”
Anderson crossed his ankles, somehow making it look sexy even with the combat boots that hit him mid-calf. “I’d like to look debauched.”
“Oh, we’re getting to that.” Keith unbuttoned his shirt as he walked across the room and dropped his shirt behind him as he knelt by the couch, grabbed Anderson by the back of the head, and kissed him hard and dirty as he shoved Anderson’s T-shirt up to his arm pits. When it was out of the way, Keith pulled away from Anderson’s mouth and leaned down to nibble around Anderson’s nipple. When Anderson gasped, Keith bit down a little harder and slid his fingers up the inside of Anderson’s thigh. Anderson let out a long, shuddery whimper and clamped his hands in Keith’s hair. Keith stopped all movement, waited for Anderson’s hands to relax, and then lapped his tongue roughly over Anderson’s nipple.
“Ahh!” Anderson tried to twist away, and Keith’s hand clenched on his thigh. “Oh!”
Keith lifted his head from Anderon’s chest, lifted his free hand, and wiped his thumb across Anderson’s lips. The lipstick, already smeared beyond repair, smeared a little further, and Keith wiped his thumb down the inside of Anderson’s arm.
“Marking me?”
Keith tilted his head down, latched his teeth onto the skin just a little down and to the left of Anderson’s nipple, and sucked hard until he left a mark. When he lifted his head again, Anderson was panting. “I am now.”
Anderson breathed out and shuddered. “You are.”
Keith leveled himself to his feet and shoved Andy’s feet off the couch. He sat down, unbuttoned his slacks, and leaned back. “Get over here.” His voice was brisk and commanding.
Anderson slipped off the couch and knee-walked until he was between Keith’s legs. “What would you like?”
“You’re going to suck my cock.” Keith lifted his hips as Anderson worked his pants and boxers down his legs. “And then you’re going to put on a fresh coat of lipstick and scream while I fuck you.”
“Do you want the lipstick now? I could leave rings around your cock.”
Keith grabbed Anderson by the back of the neck and gave a small shove. “You do what you’re told and no more.”
“Of course.” Anderson slid his hands up the inside of Keith’s thighs, squeezed at the junction of Keith’s hip and thigh, and lowered his mouth over Keith’s cock.
Keith tossed his head back as Anderson sucked the head of his cock and pulled on Anderson’s hair. “Get down there and suck like you mean it, you slut.” Keith groaned when Anderson slid his mouth down a couple of inches and bucked his hips when Anderson started to suck again. He tried to form words, but Anderson put his tongue to work, and Keith’s mind blanked out. He went limp against the couch and arched his back when Anderson dug his fingers into his thighs. Keith tightened his hold on the back of Anderson’s head and pulled until Anderson came off his cock with a wet sound of suction and a groan. He tried to drop back down, and it took considerable force of will on Keith’s part to keep him from finishing the job. “Either you suck my cock or you get fucked in that pretty little skirt.”
“I can’t do both?” Anderson licked his lips. “I could do both.”
Keith’s hips canted without his permission, and he had to press himself into the couch to keep himself in line. “You’re getting fucked. Go get the stuff.” Keith watched as Anderson stood up and smoothed his skirt. He groped Anderson as he walked by, and when Anderson threw a look over his shoulder, Keith smacked him on the ass. “Get the stuff, Andy.” He made it a command and smiled to himself when Andy sashayed down the hall. He took his dick in hand and gave it a squeeze as he listened to Andy rummage around in the bathroom. He kept his hand in place when Andy walked back into the living room. “You know what I want.”
Andy set down the lube and the condom and bent over the coffee table. The skirt stuck almost straight out, and he looked over his shoulder at Keith. There was a fresh coat of lipstick on his mouth and something dark and heavy on his eyes. Keith leaned forward to investigate.
“Eyeliner?”
“Yes.”
“I said lipstick.”
“”And I’m wearing lipstick.”
Keith stood up, shoved Andy’s skirt up further and slapped him on the ass just hard enough to sting. “I told you not to do anything without my permission.”
“I’m sorry.”
Keith grabbed the lube off the table and popped the top. “You’re not. You’re shameless.” He drizzled lube onto his fingers and used his thumb to rub it around. “You like to show off, don’t you?”
“You know it.”
“You like being a pretty little whore in a cab, licking your lips and enticing the driver. Tell me,” Keith slid one finger into Andy and bit him on the back of the neck when he hissed. “How big was his cock?”
“Huge. I could barely take it.”
“I doubt that.” Keith pressed his fingertip against Andy’s prostate and gripped his cock in the other hand. “You took it all, didn’t you? Sucked it all down, made those dirty sounds when his cockhead hit the back of your throat.”
“I might have.”
Keith slid another finger into Andy and let go of his cock to grab his head. He yanked Andy’s head back and flicked his tongue over his ear. “Now’s not the time to be coy, whore.” He bit on the edge of Andy’s ear and slid his fingers in and out and in and out. “Now’s the time for you to scream.” He corkscrewed his fingers and pressed his smile into Andy’s shoulder when Andy let loose a short, harsh scream. “Just like that.” Keith corkscrewed his fingers again and bit down on Andy’s shoulder when Andy shouted his name. “Do you want it?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Keith, fuck me.”
“You’re a slut.”
Andy pushed his hips backwards and hissed when it got Keith’s fingers deeper. “I’m your slut. Now fuck me.”
Keith slid his fingers out, gripped Andy’s hips, and started sliding in his cock. He paused when Andy tried to push back and ground out a moan when Andy clenched around his cock. “Stay still.”
“No.” Andy pushed back and dug his fingertips into the table as Keith pressed forward. Keith’s hand, still wet from lube, trailed from Andy’s hip and grabbed his ass, and Andy hissed. “Come on, Keith. You know what you want.”
“And what,” Keith clenched his teeth and thrust hard, “do I want?” He thrust again and watched the way Andy’s back arched under his T-shirt.
“You want to fuck me.” Andy groaned as Keith switched the angle slightly and gave him a new version of the burn that was running up his spine and through his whole body. “You want to fuck me hard-“ Andy cut off and keened down in his throat. “Harder.” Keith pushed harder. Andy gave out an inarticulate yell. Keith pushed harder. Then harder. Andy dropped his head and braced his arms as Keith grabbed his hips again and started pulling him back with quick, fierce jerks that made Andy’s arms shake. He started babbling, promising incredibly lewd things if Keith would just let him fucking *come* already.
“You’ll do that?” Keith thrust even harder, laid himself along Andy’s back and lapped a line up the back of Andy’s neck, tasting sweat and sex and the last hint of Andy’s soap.
“I’ll do it. Whatever. Just-“ Andy cut off as Keith thrust again. He was so close. So fucking close. “Please, Keith.”
Keith grunted, let go of Anderson’s left hip, and wrapped his hand around his cock. He started jacking Andy with a hard, twisting pull, and Andy came over his hand with a full body shudder and a throaty groan. Keith moaned, thrust against Andy another half dozen times, and came as he slumped over Andy’s body and sent them both collapsing onto the coffee table. Keith panted into Andy’s ear until Andy raised a hand and pushed his head to face the other way.
“What,” Andy cleared his throat and swallowed to get moisture back into his throat. “What’d I promise?”
“I have no idea.” Keith took a deep breath and held it for a few seconds. He pulled out of Andy slowly and tossed the condom in the trash can by the couch. “I’m sure it was fantastically dirty and imaginative.”
Andy lowered himself to the floor and lay on his stomach. “Well, that is how you got me over here dressed like this.”
“Mmm.” Keith grabbed the blanket off the back of the couch and laid down next to Andy. He threw the blanket over both of them and wiped his thumb across Andy’s lips. The lipstick smeared into a rising streak to the right of his mouth. “You really are damned pretty.”
“Shut up.” Andy propped his head on Keith’s shoulder and kissed his shoulder blade. He left a set of red lip prints. “And I didn’t actually blow the cab driver.”
“No?” Keith tried to feign disappointment, but he was pretty sure he just sounded sexually exhausted.
“I might have let him suck mine, though.” Andy grinned when Keith raised a hand just high enough to swat him on the ass. “And I’m stealing a pair of your pajama pants. I’m not sleeping in this thing.”
“You should have packed a bag.”
“Where would I have stashed it?”
Keith tried to puzzle that one out, but he fell asleep before he could. When he woke up twenty minutes later, Andy was asleep with his head on his shoulder and his lipstick trailing down Keith’s arm. Keith woke him up, washed off his face, and put them both to bed. The skirt, the boots, and the T-shirt found a home on the floor.
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Wonderful
on 2005-11-23 07:33 am (UTC)Re: Wonderful
on 2005-11-23 09:13 pm (UTC)And I'm glad my dirty little fic of cross-dressing, spanking, and name calling made your day.