drabble - crossdressing
Jul. 20th, 2008 02:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
matchyficFandom: Prince of Tennis
Characters: Ryoma, Kevin
Pairings: Ryoma/Kevin
Genre: Humour
Rating: PG-13, yaoi
Status: Complete
Kevin stared into the mirror. And stared. And stared some more.
"I told you so," came the bored statement from one corner of the room. Only the most perceptive could make out the underlying amusement threading through the otherwise emotionless voice.
Kevin finally tore his eyes away from the mirror to focus furiously on Ryoma, boredly sipping at a can of Ponta.
"You... you PERVERT!!!" Ryoma only response was to raise a brow lackadaisically.
"All I said was that you look more like a girl than most of your fans and now," he raked his gaze up, then down Kevin's form, dressed in a short skirt, tiny t-shirt, stockings and heels; "...you've just proved it. How does that make me a pervert?"
Ryoma stopped his gaze at Kevin's eyes and did and double-take. "Are you wearing eyeliner?"
Kevin blushed, but refused to answer the question. "You are a total pervert! Normal boys don't think of whether their friends look like girls!!! It must be all that living in Japan! I mean, you don't see me saying that to you, now, do you?"
Ryoma rolled his eyes. "That because I don't look like a girl and you clearly..." he waved a hand expressively at the livid american; "...do."
Kevin made an inarticulate noise in his throat and lunged at Ryoma, straddling him and trying to strangle the arrogant tennis player beneath him.
Ryoma gave up his grip on his Ponta, seeing it as a lost cause. And besides, it's not like he didn't have more in the fridge. "Where - hey, cut that OUT, dammit! Where did you get this get up anyways? Or are there more secrets you're hiding from me?" Ryoma smirked, as a lovely blush lit up Kevin's face like a lightbulb.
"No!!! I mean, I uhh, gotitfromTerry."
"Ah." Ryoma stared searchingly at Kevin, seemingly comfortable despite the tennis player sitting atop him.
"What?" bit out Kevin, irritably.
Ryoma made a non-committal noise and resumed staring. "Nothing. Just..."
"Just?" Kevin folded his hands and glared at Ryoma.
"You look way sexier than him in those."
---End.
Characters: Ryoma, Kevin
Pairings: Ryoma/Kevin
Genre: Humour
Rating: PG-13, yaoi
Status: Complete
Kevin stared into the mirror. And stared. And stared some more.
"I told you so," came the bored statement from one corner of the room. Only the most perceptive could make out the underlying amusement threading through the otherwise emotionless voice.
Kevin finally tore his eyes away from the mirror to focus furiously on Ryoma, boredly sipping at a can of Ponta.
"You... you PERVERT!!!" Ryoma only response was to raise a brow lackadaisically.
"All I said was that you look more like a girl than most of your fans and now," he raked his gaze up, then down Kevin's form, dressed in a short skirt, tiny t-shirt, stockings and heels; "...you've just proved it. How does that make me a pervert?"
Ryoma stopped his gaze at Kevin's eyes and did and double-take. "Are you wearing eyeliner?"
Kevin blushed, but refused to answer the question. "You are a total pervert! Normal boys don't think of whether their friends look like girls!!! It must be all that living in Japan! I mean, you don't see me saying that to you, now, do you?"
Ryoma rolled his eyes. "That because I don't look like a girl and you clearly..." he waved a hand expressively at the livid american; "...do."
Kevin made an inarticulate noise in his throat and lunged at Ryoma, straddling him and trying to strangle the arrogant tennis player beneath him.
Ryoma gave up his grip on his Ponta, seeing it as a lost cause. And besides, it's not like he didn't have more in the fridge. "Where - hey, cut that OUT, dammit! Where did you get this get up anyways? Or are there more secrets you're hiding from me?" Ryoma smirked, as a lovely blush lit up Kevin's face like a lightbulb.
"No!!! I mean, I uhh, gotitfromTerry."
"Ah." Ryoma stared searchingly at Kevin, seemingly comfortable despite the tennis player sitting atop him.
"What?" bit out Kevin, irritably.
Ryoma made a non-committal noise and resumed staring. "Nothing. Just..."
"Just?" Kevin folded his hands and glared at Ryoma.
"You look way sexier than him in those."
---End.
