Smythey Is A Hoty

Title: Smythey Is A Hoty
Author: JR
Archive: Yes
Category: Plot-What-Plot
Rating: R
Warnings: none
Summary: Chan gets all dolled up for Henry.
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"Hi, tall dark and handsome." A gorgeous brunet leaned against the bathroom door dressed to kill in navy blue with sheer black hose that clung to his lean legs and spike heels that were almost as thin as the spikes on his head.

"Hey, baby. Took ya long enough." The cool black man quipped and got up to get a closer look. "Damn!" His dark brown eyes bulged as he admired the figure before him. Could his eyes get any darker? He wondered idly as the frosted eye shadow drew out his partner's impossibly deep blue eyes for him. In fact, the whole damn outfit did. This had been a great idea. He had been waiting for just the right time. Ever since the Love gig, he could not wait for the opportunity to see his partner, who had recently become his lover, in a dress again. And since they had not had any cases that required such a thing, he had decided to do it himself. Shopping for the perfect clothes and makeup in secret was a treat. He had even bought him a rose. Smythe was such a romantic. He would never forget the surprised look on Chan's face when he had given it to him and then made his special request. Those sad blue eyes had turned to saucers and his mouth fell open. Smythe had thought he was teasing him again, but Henry had assured him that he was serious. It was just for him. Then his partner had gotten a twinkle in his eye and had disappeared into the bathroom.

"Pantyhose, man, pantyhose." The sexy brunet explained.

"Ooo, baby, and you got the legs for 'em!" Henry's long fingers glided up and down the backs of his perfect legs. "Ooo, and that ain't all you got either." He grinned evilly as he came face level with Chandler's groin. The skin-tight skirt did not hide Smythe's arousal and the site of Henry naked was doing a number on his body. McNeil stood back up and his hungry mouth descended on Chan's full dark lips. "Mm-m-mhm, just a hot little piece of flesh, baby."

"Uuuhu...H...H!" Breathless, Chandler broke the kiss. "Jesus, Hen, my ass ain't made of putty." He complained, rubbing his butt where Henry's fingers had been digging into it.

"No," he smirked, his eyes glued to Chan's puffy pouty lips, "it's too hard for that." He pulled the shorter man against his hard muscled body. "You are lookin' so fine, but I'm fixin' to rip all this off."

Chan looked up at him. Henry watched Chan's small pink tongue lick his full dark lower lip. Damn! Wasn't going to be long at this rate, he thought as his cock stiffened. He had picked out just the right color, a deep burgundy. Chan's lips were so totally kissable especially when he pouted, he thought to himself lustfully, but now there was something delectable about them. He bent down and kissed him again, licking around and around the inside of his wet soft mouth.

Chandler felt his partner's hand burning possessively through his miniskirt, through his hose, straight to the soft skin of his bottom. Dammit. He had gone to all this trouble. And now his lover wanted to tear it all off.

"Ooo, ain't wearin' nuthin' under it." Henry cooed into his ear as his hands explored under the skirt.

"Guess that'll make ripping it off all the more fun." Chandler giggled.

Chandler jumped and nearly fell as his partner's over-eager fingers started working at the cleft between his ass cheeks. "Think maybe you could take them off before you start that." He grumbled, clinging to the taller man. "Ain't like I enjoy nylon up my butt."

"Sorry, man. You're just too damn sexy."

"Uu-huh." The man in blue's eyes crinkled up at his tall handsome friend. "Didn't know these clothes made ya wanna get it on so bad. Is it me or the clothes?"

"Both. But I really don't care what you wear. I'd wanna hump you no matter what you were in, love baby." He ran his hands throughout the disheveled brown hair. "And right now, that little nose of yours is lookin' real good." A few licks and several kisses and then McNeil's full lips were all over the brunet's forehead.

Henry inhaled sharply as his partner's fingers skated up and down his spine. Chan was so warm and tight against him. He wanted the heat and sweat of skin against skin. He wanted all of him. The smaller man's erection pushed demandingly against his thigh. "I feel you, man." He murmured. He kissed the dreamy eyes closed. "Now, I'm gonna feel inside you." He promised and tongued the inside of an ear.

"Uuuh, H..." His soft voice wavered as he was swung up into steely strong arms. "You're making me crazy." He felt the mattress. He felt Henry's hands pulling his clothes off. He heard his heels hit the floor somewhere as his partner slipped them off and tossed them. Henry was muttering and looked like he was preparing to eat him. Chandler leaned up on his elbows and watched him through slitted eyes. All that ebony marble muscle was about to devour him. Fuck. Eyeing his partner's body wickedly, he leaned up, licked his lips and nuzzled the smooth dark skin that covered his lover's chest.

Henry's hands ripped the hose as burgundy-smeared luscious lips and warm breath sent shudders through him. "Chan, my man, you're makin' it hard on me, baby."

"Good." He smirked in return and licked a nipple like it was a piece of chocolate candy.

"Oo, damn. I'm gonna get you for that, Smythe." Henry shuddered. He had finished with all the clothes and he bore down on the white naked body before him. Chandler squealed as Henry began to tickle him ruthlessly.

"Henry!...ahhhaaha....ooo-ah!" His voice broke.

Henry chuckled. God, he had such a cute smile.

They stopped after a while. The brown eyes looked way down into the blue ones.

"You smell really good."

A black nose buried itself in a clean-shaven white throat and breathed deeply.

"H?"

"Mm..."

Chandler's arms locked around his partner's neck tight. "Hen, kiss me." He whispered throatily.

McNeil's head finally came up. "I'm there, baby."

Their warm slick tongues twined and untwined, slithering between their mouths. Lithe white legs wrapped around a dark tight waist and a very large swollen erection poked hard at a nice set of abs.

Distracted from his quest to swallow his baby whole, the larger man shifted his hand and fondled the distraction for all it was worth. Kissing Chan's swollen lips harder, he greedily swallowed the sweet little moans and cries of pleasure. The body under him trembled and bucked and the beautiful eyes were the perfect shade of blue fog.

"Henry!" The mellow shaky voice gasped out as his load spewed. It glistened like a blanket of dew on the smooth blackness of McNeil's body.

"Mm, my baby's seriously trippin'." Henry murmured affectionately. He draped himself over Chan's spent frame and idly ran his hands through the long soft spikes lovingly.

Chan's eyes peaked open. He grinned and his eyes twinkled. "Take me on another trip." He giggled.

Henry smiled, so wide his teeth shone white, and took over. He whipped out the KY and slicked himself down. "You ain't gonna want ta come back down after this time." He declared.

Chandler gazed at the big black cock appreciatively. "Henry, do I ever?"

"No," he grinned, "but this time I'm really gonna take you away, man."

The smaller man spread his legs and lifted his hips so his partner could stick a pillow under his butt. He felt the first finger as the other man's tongue slipped back into his mouth again.

"Shit, Hen, don't stop." Chan's insides felt queasy as the other man's fingers probed his ass hole. "H, hurry." He moaned and lifted his hips for more. Everything inside was unraveling quickly. "I need you."

McNeil's eyes lit up at the site of his partner. He was so beautiful now. Gently, he hooked his legs over his shoulders. "Here I come, baby." He whispered into that plush wonderful mouth. He slid into Chan's heated depths, his tongue keeping pace with his slick erection. His normally clear mind went into a tailspin as he was consumed with all that was Chandler Smythe. A soft hot drug, that's what Chan was and his addiction was potent.

"...awhuu...uun..." The slow deep thrusts and being filled at the same time was almost too much for Chan to handle. "H...oh god, H...harder, harder!"

Fingers gripped him tightly. "Yeah, yeah." He mumbled carelessly. The state of his mind did not allow for much else. His erection threatened to burst and he thrust into his lover passionately. A few more strokes and Henry could not hold out any longer. "Chann..." He breathed and exploded inside the body beneath him.

"Henry!" Chan's flailing body writhed and squirmed for all it could get as his lover buried his cock deep inside him.

They collapsed in a limp embrace. McNeil pulled out and laid down on his back, drawing his lover across his chest. Henry rested his chin in a bed of brown hair.

Chandler sighed. The pulse in Henry's throat pounded against his ear and he wondered which was louder: Henry's heart beat or his own. It really did not matter. He melted into his partner. "That was some trip, Hen."

"I'm cruizin', baby. You some smooth lovin', man."

"Let's do it again."

"What? And make me wait all that time for you to come out of the bathroom again?" Henry teased.

"Mph. I wasn't talking about that part. Besides, it was your idea." Chan pouted.

"Just playin', my man. And I'm glad you wanted to do it. You turned me on big time, baby."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Chandler grinned. This was too good. "Wanna see me like that again some time?"

McNeil hugged him a little tighter. "Definitely."

The End