Big Sexy - Green Hornet porny porns
Title: Big Sexy
Author:
starshinedc
Word Count: 1489
Rating: M; NC-17
Type: Slash
Universe: 2011 Movie
Characters/Pairings: Britt/Kato
Genres: PWP
Warnings: M/M sexings, foul language
Summary: Response to the following pompt: Britt needs glasses and "of course, Kato finds them extremely attractive, and maybe there's some glasses!porn?"
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He hated wearing glasses… They made him feel like a big damn blind dork. He didn’t want to feel like a big damn blind dork. He wanted to feel like a badass crime-fighting but posing as a criminal Green Hornet! Glasses, at least his thick, dark rimmed ones, were not conducive to being a badass. They were more like… like not a badass Green Hornet at all!
Because he was not a big damn blind dork. He was the Green Hornet. And fuck anything that took away from that imagery. He pouted, staring at the glasses in his hand. “I hate you,” he muttered to them, and slipped them on, covering his face with the newspaper article he was supposed to be reading.
He soon forgot about the glasses marring his face, however, as he became engrossed in the writings. Casey (as he’d come to call Lenore because what the hell kind of name was Lenore?) had tossed several his way and he was reviewing them. Jesus, she was smart! If he hadn’t known it since that first interview, he’d know it now. And she dug deep and she dug thoroughly. How she’d gotten an interview with the mayor at his house was beyond him.
He selected his favorite three, set aside the remaining two. He’d gladly post them all, but Axford would probably get on his ass about favoritism or whatever. The only reason he’d be able to get away with three was because, hey, it was his paper. But Axford knew a lot about the paper business and even though Britt was learning, he knew he had a ways to go.
Thank god being a badass superhero made up for what he lacked in the paper business.
“Britt, Casey says that we…”
Britt looked up when the door swung open, stared at the blurred figure a moment before realizing that oh shit he still had his glasses on. He slid them off, stared at Kato. “Um… Hey. What’s Casey need?”
“Were those… glasses? Since when do you wear glasses?”
“Glasses what?” He laughed it off. “Glasses? No. Pfft. No. I wasn’t– they’re not– No. What does Casey need?”
Kato stared at him for a moment before shaking his head. “She wants us to go over these plans.” And he walked over and set a map on Britt’s desk. At that distance all Britt could see were vague, blurry lines. Oh shit.
“They look awesome.”
“What does it say?”
“What?”
Kato was giving him the staredown. It was serious business, had made a lot of bad guys quiver before he judo-chopped the shit out of them. “It says…” He glanced down and realized that he didn’t want to get judo-chopped. “Shit,” he muttered. “Okay, yeah, I need glasses. They’re just for reading, alright? It’s not a big damn deal.”
Kato picked them up off Britt’s lap and slipped them over the other man’s face. “You look… different.”
“I look like a nerd.”
The Chinese man frowned a moment before shaking his head. “Maybe. Look over the plans. I have something I need to do.” He kissed Britt lightly, ignoring his muttered oath.
“Can you give these to Casey, then? I need her to run them down to Axford.” He took his glasses off again. “Or, better yet, she can skip him and run them down to copy.”
“Are these her articles?”
“Yeah, they’re great. I figure if the DA story still holds water tomorrow, we can run it then. And the one on the Green Hornet’ll keep. I figure she’ll have something to add tomorrow if we’re heading to…” He looked down at the map, narrowed his eyes to make out the general area of the big red circle. “The hood. Why do we always end up in the hood?”
“Because that’s where most of the bad guys are,” Kato pointed out and Britt huffed. With a small smile, Kato straightened and gathered up the pages. “Casey will be happy you chose three.”
“Or she’ll say I’m stupid.” He frowned. “You know what, have her take the one about the Scarlatti family to Axford – he’ll like that one – and then she can take the other two to copy.”
Kato grinned. “You are really learning how the paper works.”
His smile was wide. “Hell yeah, I am.”
-
Later that night, bruised and beat up, the two of them stumbled into the house, arms flung around one another’s shoulders. Okay, so maybe Kato wasn’t bruised or beaten up, but Britt was. But that was normal and Britt honestly liked it. He liked feeling like he’d done something more than gotten trapped by a defective seat belt or some crap like that. He liked the feeling of hard, physical work. He’d never liked that feeling before the Green Hornet, before Kato.
He yawned, nuzzled Kato’s neck. “Damn, we kick ass.”
“I kick ass,” Kato corrected as he always did. “You get your ass kicked.”
“Maybe you should kiss it and make it better.” He winced, actually, when his shin bumped against the coffee table. Jesus, he’d been hoping that one was just a little bruise.
Kato sighed, dumping Britt onto the pull-out couch bed (one day, Britt would let his little pool house become somewhere a grown-up person could live in). “Stay there. I’ll go get the ice packs.”
“I love ice packs!” And then he laughed in his goofy way that he knew made Kato smile and – yeah! – there it was. He was smiling. Mission accomplished.
He shut his eyes, laid back, and didn’t open them when he felt his shirt getting unbuttoned and his pants getting tugged off. He opened one eye when an ice pack landed on his crotch and blood still managed to travel down to his dick at the sight of the very naked, very sexy Kato standing over him.
He removed the ice pack, pressed it to the bruise forming on Britt’s shin and crawled atop him. As he tended to the bruises and scrapes all over Britt’s body, the man slowly relaxed, sinking into the bed. When Kato ran his fingers somewhere teasingly or slicked his tongue over heated skin, it was awesome and Britt would try and reach for him and get pushed back.
But then he felt something slip over his face and he blinked his eyes open. “Wha…? Oh, c’mon, not these,” he groaned. When he would’ve reached up to remove the glasses, Kato captured his hands.
“Why don’t you like them?”
“I look like a nerd. You said I look like a nerd.”
“You do look like a nerd. A nerd who is big, sexy with glasses.”
“Wha…?” Kato bit his lip, tugged playfully and Britt’s hands slid up his back. “Kato,” he groaned. “These aren’t sexy.”
“Yes, they are.” And Britt couldn’t deny that, yeah, Kato’s very hard dick was currently digging itself into his thigh.
“But… Glasses aren’t badass…”
Kato sank in for a deep, warm kiss, angled his head to keep from knocking the glasses askew. “Mm,” was his opinion of Britt’s slowly growing length. Their heads touched, so Kato pressed in, humped to rub the lengths together.
“God,” Britt muttered. “Jesus, Kato…”
“Your big, sexy nerd glasses kick more ass than you do,” he teased and received a pinch. It earned Britt a nip in the shoulder, which had the man arching his back.
Kato took that as an invitation to slip his fingers inside, which left Britt wondering when the hell he’d applied lube. Jesus, he was such a ninja. As Kato’s fingers thrusted and scissored and stretched, Britt continued to groan and encourage and curse. His hand wrapped itself around Kato’s dick and, watching those dark eyes get all cloudy made Britt think that maybe these glasses weren’t so bad. He could see everything. Jesus, Kato was sexy up close.
And then Kato was inside him and Britt was moaning. He pumped his hips desperately, eyes closing. “No,” Kato muttered. “No, keep them open. I want to see you watching me.”
Jesus, how could he resist that? Groaning, he forced his eyes open and gazed into Kato’s. When his hand wrapped around Britt’s weeping dick and started jerking in time with his thrusts, Britt knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. As he went over the edge, he watched Kato go blind and throw his head back.
Slowly, Kato looked down and his eyes focused. “Take them off,” he requested.
“Huh?”
“The glasses.” He mimed removing them in the dramatic way people in movies always did when they had something brilliant to say. “Take them off.”
Britt did as he was told and grinned widely when Kato snuggled. Kato hardly ever snuggled. He tucked the glasses back on. “So you like my glasses, huh?”
“Mm,” he replied sleepily. “Big sexy with glasses.”
Deciding the glasses didn’t suck so bad after all, he hugged Kato close and let him fall asleep atop him.
Author:
starshinedc Word Count: 1489
Rating: M; NC-17
Type: Slash
Universe: 2011 Movie
Characters/Pairings: Britt/Kato
Genres: PWP
Warnings: M/M sexings, foul language
Summary: Response to the following pompt: Britt needs glasses and "of course, Kato finds them extremely attractive, and maybe there's some glasses!porn?"
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He hated wearing glasses… They made him feel like a big damn blind dork. He didn’t want to feel like a big damn blind dork. He wanted to feel like a badass crime-fighting but posing as a criminal Green Hornet! Glasses, at least his thick, dark rimmed ones, were not conducive to being a badass. They were more like… like not a badass Green Hornet at all!
Because he was not a big damn blind dork. He was the Green Hornet. And fuck anything that took away from that imagery. He pouted, staring at the glasses in his hand. “I hate you,” he muttered to them, and slipped them on, covering his face with the newspaper article he was supposed to be reading.
He soon forgot about the glasses marring his face, however, as he became engrossed in the writings. Casey (as he’d come to call Lenore because what the hell kind of name was Lenore?) had tossed several his way and he was reviewing them. Jesus, she was smart! If he hadn’t known it since that first interview, he’d know it now. And she dug deep and she dug thoroughly. How she’d gotten an interview with the mayor at his house was beyond him.
He selected his favorite three, set aside the remaining two. He’d gladly post them all, but Axford would probably get on his ass about favoritism or whatever. The only reason he’d be able to get away with three was because, hey, it was his paper. But Axford knew a lot about the paper business and even though Britt was learning, he knew he had a ways to go.
Thank god being a badass superhero made up for what he lacked in the paper business.
“Britt, Casey says that we…”
Britt looked up when the door swung open, stared at the blurred figure a moment before realizing that oh shit he still had his glasses on. He slid them off, stared at Kato. “Um… Hey. What’s Casey need?”
“Were those… glasses? Since when do you wear glasses?”
“Glasses what?” He laughed it off. “Glasses? No. Pfft. No. I wasn’t– they’re not– No. What does Casey need?”
Kato stared at him for a moment before shaking his head. “She wants us to go over these plans.” And he walked over and set a map on Britt’s desk. At that distance all Britt could see were vague, blurry lines. Oh shit.
“They look awesome.”
“What does it say?”
“What?”
Kato was giving him the staredown. It was serious business, had made a lot of bad guys quiver before he judo-chopped the shit out of them. “It says…” He glanced down and realized that he didn’t want to get judo-chopped. “Shit,” he muttered. “Okay, yeah, I need glasses. They’re just for reading, alright? It’s not a big damn deal.”
Kato picked them up off Britt’s lap and slipped them over the other man’s face. “You look… different.”
“I look like a nerd.”
The Chinese man frowned a moment before shaking his head. “Maybe. Look over the plans. I have something I need to do.” He kissed Britt lightly, ignoring his muttered oath.
“Can you give these to Casey, then? I need her to run them down to Axford.” He took his glasses off again. “Or, better yet, she can skip him and run them down to copy.”
“Are these her articles?”
“Yeah, they’re great. I figure if the DA story still holds water tomorrow, we can run it then. And the one on the Green Hornet’ll keep. I figure she’ll have something to add tomorrow if we’re heading to…” He looked down at the map, narrowed his eyes to make out the general area of the big red circle. “The hood. Why do we always end up in the hood?”
“Because that’s where most of the bad guys are,” Kato pointed out and Britt huffed. With a small smile, Kato straightened and gathered up the pages. “Casey will be happy you chose three.”
“Or she’ll say I’m stupid.” He frowned. “You know what, have her take the one about the Scarlatti family to Axford – he’ll like that one – and then she can take the other two to copy.”
Kato grinned. “You are really learning how the paper works.”
His smile was wide. “Hell yeah, I am.”
-
Later that night, bruised and beat up, the two of them stumbled into the house, arms flung around one another’s shoulders. Okay, so maybe Kato wasn’t bruised or beaten up, but Britt was. But that was normal and Britt honestly liked it. He liked feeling like he’d done something more than gotten trapped by a defective seat belt or some crap like that. He liked the feeling of hard, physical work. He’d never liked that feeling before the Green Hornet, before Kato.
He yawned, nuzzled Kato’s neck. “Damn, we kick ass.”
“I kick ass,” Kato corrected as he always did. “You get your ass kicked.”
“Maybe you should kiss it and make it better.” He winced, actually, when his shin bumped against the coffee table. Jesus, he’d been hoping that one was just a little bruise.
Kato sighed, dumping Britt onto the pull-out couch bed (one day, Britt would let his little pool house become somewhere a grown-up person could live in). “Stay there. I’ll go get the ice packs.”
“I love ice packs!” And then he laughed in his goofy way that he knew made Kato smile and – yeah! – there it was. He was smiling. Mission accomplished.
He shut his eyes, laid back, and didn’t open them when he felt his shirt getting unbuttoned and his pants getting tugged off. He opened one eye when an ice pack landed on his crotch and blood still managed to travel down to his dick at the sight of the very naked, very sexy Kato standing over him.
He removed the ice pack, pressed it to the bruise forming on Britt’s shin and crawled atop him. As he tended to the bruises and scrapes all over Britt’s body, the man slowly relaxed, sinking into the bed. When Kato ran his fingers somewhere teasingly or slicked his tongue over heated skin, it was awesome and Britt would try and reach for him and get pushed back.
But then he felt something slip over his face and he blinked his eyes open. “Wha…? Oh, c’mon, not these,” he groaned. When he would’ve reached up to remove the glasses, Kato captured his hands.
“Why don’t you like them?”
“I look like a nerd. You said I look like a nerd.”
“You do look like a nerd. A nerd who is big, sexy with glasses.”
“Wha…?” Kato bit his lip, tugged playfully and Britt’s hands slid up his back. “Kato,” he groaned. “These aren’t sexy.”
“Yes, they are.” And Britt couldn’t deny that, yeah, Kato’s very hard dick was currently digging itself into his thigh.
“But… Glasses aren’t badass…”
Kato sank in for a deep, warm kiss, angled his head to keep from knocking the glasses askew. “Mm,” was his opinion of Britt’s slowly growing length. Their heads touched, so Kato pressed in, humped to rub the lengths together.
“God,” Britt muttered. “Jesus, Kato…”
“Your big, sexy nerd glasses kick more ass than you do,” he teased and received a pinch. It earned Britt a nip in the shoulder, which had the man arching his back.
Kato took that as an invitation to slip his fingers inside, which left Britt wondering when the hell he’d applied lube. Jesus, he was such a ninja. As Kato’s fingers thrusted and scissored and stretched, Britt continued to groan and encourage and curse. His hand wrapped itself around Kato’s dick and, watching those dark eyes get all cloudy made Britt think that maybe these glasses weren’t so bad. He could see everything. Jesus, Kato was sexy up close.
And then Kato was inside him and Britt was moaning. He pumped his hips desperately, eyes closing. “No,” Kato muttered. “No, keep them open. I want to see you watching me.”
Jesus, how could he resist that? Groaning, he forced his eyes open and gazed into Kato’s. When his hand wrapped around Britt’s weeping dick and started jerking in time with his thrusts, Britt knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. As he went over the edge, he watched Kato go blind and throw his head back.
Slowly, Kato looked down and his eyes focused. “Take them off,” he requested.
“Huh?”
“The glasses.” He mimed removing them in the dramatic way people in movies always did when they had something brilliant to say. “Take them off.”
Britt did as he was told and grinned widely when Kato snuggled. Kato hardly ever snuggled. He tucked the glasses back on. “So you like my glasses, huh?”
“Mm,” he replied sleepily. “Big sexy with glasses.”
Deciding the glasses didn’t suck so bad after all, he hugged Kato close and let him fall asleep atop him.