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Title: Man Up
Ships: Kevin/Jenny
Rated: NC-17
Summary: Everyone at the 12th knows Jenny likes light, frilly dresses, makeup and strappy shoes, but only Kevin knows about her penchant for cross-dressing. And when she comes home one day in a three-piece suit, he gets far more than he bargained for.
Contains: Genderqueer Jenny, first-time pegging
Notes: I intended this to just be PWP with cross-dressing and pegging, but then Kevin and Jenny had to go and have these feelings about gender and the difficulties a relationship can have when one person is a little bit queer and the other is cis. But then there's porn.

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This wasn't the first time Kevin had seen Jenny in a state of undress on a gender-bending day. Several tight-fitting T-shirts usually hung in the back of their closet, and when layered together underneath yet another shirt, they generally did a fine job of making her look like an unusually tall, shapeless 12-year-old boy.

Today was different.

Today, he propped himself up on an elbow, already naked and draped with a sheet in their bed, and watched her disrobe. She stood before him, sockless but still in the trousers that used to be his, and removed the dress shirt, to reveal a single, sleeveless compression garment -- designed to look like any other men's undershirt -- that not only flattened her chest but provided the slightest bit of definition. Though he would be loath to admit it, the new piece of clothing actually gave her a more masculine look than some of the more indulgent men on the force.

The biggest difference of the night, though, was yet to come. His eyes followed her hands as they traveled downward and she slipped out of the trousers and underwear. Kevin wasn't entirely sure what he had expected. Maybe some brightly-colored piece of dick-shaped plastic that would just, sort of, fold out and latch into place, somehow?

What he did not expect was to be gazing at a hyper-realistic four-inch cock naturally hanging as if it had always been there. He watched as she grasped it with one hand as the other readjusted the straps that held it in place. It was soft and stretched slightly when she moved her hand. He frowned at it, entirely unsure of how it was supposed to function.

"I have to do something, you know, to get it up," she said as if reading his mind.

He shrugged and turned toward his bedside table -- downing his glass of red wine before pouring another. As he watched the last drops drip into his glass he could hear her rifling through a box, shuffling through god-knows-what and just in general making noise that made him glad they had decided to crack the expensive bottle. He drank that as well before turning back to her.

She was watching him, eyes full of love and lust and nervousness.

"What do you think?" Her new little friend was standing at attention.

"That's...a penis..." was about all he could muster.

"Thank you, Detective Obvious" she said with a slight smile.

"You should see me at a crime scene. 'That's a footprint...Oh, that's a clue!'"

She smiled fully now, reached for a condom and tore open its wrapper. Kevin tried to treat everything as if it were normal. Nothing out of the ordinary here, officer, we're just two all-American kids getting it on within the bonds of holy matrimony. Everything is just fine. But as Jenny went to apply the condom, it slipped from her fingers, hitting the carpet with a bounce, and Kevin lost it. Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was the nerves, but he couldn't hold back the laughter that bubbled forth in a chittering stream.

Soon she was laughing, too.

"What do you expect," she said. "I've never done it from this perspective before."

"Imagine how I feel," he said as he grabbed another condom from the nighstand and stood up. "Here, let me help."

"Wait!" she held out a hand, and he froze in his tracks, watching her as she picked up a small bottle of perfume and spritzed it several times in the space between them. "Okay," she said, motioning him forward.

He closed his eyes and stepped through the lingering haze. Lilacs. It was the same fragrance she had worn on their wedding day -- and their wedding night. One she saved for special occasions.

He stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. Opening the condom, he tossed the wrapper away and touched the circle of latex to her tip. She leaned into him as he pulled it over the shaft, and his hands came to rest at its base, palms lightly cupping a pair of half-spheres as his fingers came to rest between her legs, gently rubbing over the light cloth of what seemed like a g-string but that he knew was much more. She moaned, and Kevin could feel the familiar tightening in his groin as the blood in his body began the first stages of its mass redirect. He kissed her neck, breathing deeply and taking in her scent -- his scent. Their scent.

She turned around in his arms. The movement was awkward and required more shifting than usual, but they made it work. She kissed him, tugging gently at his lower lip as she backed away, holding his hands and leading him to their bed.

He sat at the edge, and she sat next to him, arms wrapped around him with the slick material of her shirt rubbing against his bare skin. She gave him a gentle nudge until they were both lying on the bed. She pressed a small device into his palm. It reminded him of a key fob for unlocking car doors, but of course, neither of them had a car.

"What's this?" he asked.

"Remember how I said it had a remote? That's it." There are some 'strategically placed' nubs...

Kevin looked closely at it. There were three buttons -- a plus sign, a minus sign and power.

"That one turns it on and off, and those two control instensity," she explained, taking it from his hand. "Three speeds: low, medium and high."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"I want you to have it," she answered softly as her tongue ran across his collarbone and up his neck, "to work it however you want. However you feel..." she paused, not sure how to explain or continue.

"Okay," he said, taking it back from her and holding it loosely in his hand. "I get it."

She smiled and kissed him, trailing more kisses across his neck before whispering into his ear "but maybe wait a few minutes..." her hand slid down his chest and grazing his sides before dancing over his stiffening cock. Her lips followed, circling his nipple, and tickling his ribs before her tongue dipped into his navel, swirled about and then continued south.

Kevin lifted his head and watched as she went down on him, sliding her hot tongue over him before suckling his head. He leaned back, resting against a pillow. Closing his eyes, he let the sensation wash over him as her tongue curled around the bottom of his penis perfectly and slid around him with every movement she made. Her hand moved lower still, gently massaging him. She let him go, breathing deeply as she did. She slid off the bed now. His legs draped over her shoulders as her tongue flicked over that last bit of flesh separating his front and back.

And with a final lick, she was gone. He could hear her as she flipped the cap off a tube of lubricant and squeezed. She was on him again, her hands sliding slickly from tip to base and beyond, following all his curves with gentle precision. He shifted his hips, exposing himself to her as she squeezed more lubricant from its tube. She ran her fingers between his cheeks, finally coming into contact with his opening. The pressure sent a shiver down his spine and she pulled back quickly.

"Are you okay? Do we need to stop?" She was concerned for him, and if it were possible, it made him love her even more.

"No, it's all right," he answered. If she wanted something special, he would try to let her have it. She reached a hand up to him, and he squeezed it reassuringly. "It's okay."

She went back to work, and as one finger slipped ever-so-slightly inside of him he exhaled, staring at the ceiling. Breathe in. Breathe out. One breath after another. His eyes fluttered closed as she continued, adding another finger at one point, and it surprised him how not unpleasant it was to feel her like that.

Soon her lips were on him again. She took all of him into her mouth, and lying there, with her inside him and around him, his thumb brushed across the button of her control. She sighed -- he could feel it at the back of her throat, and it elicited one from his as well -- as her harness hummed to life on its lowest setting.

She backed away, pulling her hand free from him before leaning forward. He could feel her sheathed cock against his as she kissed him. He reached down, letting his fingers slide over both, and she moaned as they brushed her thigh.

Breaking the kiss, she slid her tongue down his body until she was standing at the edge of the bed again. He shifted again, spreading his legs wide with his heels resting on the mattress. They could have tried any other number of positions discovered in what may well have been The Most Awkward Amateur Porn Search Ever -- but it wasn't them. It wasn't what they did. Jenny wanted to experience as best she could what it was like to be him when he was with her, not what it was like to be some muscle-bound jock screwing a faceless boy toy from behind. She wanted to see him. To feel him. To look into his eyes and know they would always be together.

And so they would try this, both silently grateful for the couples yoga class they had taken early in their relationship as she positioned herself between his legs and guided the tip of her length into him.

She was stiff and slow as she pushed forward and pulled away. If anything, the motions were more intrusive and less natural than preparing him for the moment had been. He looked at her and realized why. He'd seen that expression on her face before -- usually reserved for the Sunday crossword, picking china patterns and packing extraordinary amounts of clothes into extraordinarily small suitcases. It was concentration in its rawest form. Concentration as she actively tried not to move too fast, go too deep or even be too loud.

Lightly he ran his fingers up her arm and caressed her cheek. As his thumb passed over her lip with a slight tug, he pressed another button. She gasped as an audible buzz filled the room and her knees buckled into the mattress. Kevin grunted as their angle changed abruptly. She got that look again -- that 'deer-in-the-headlights-what-have-I-done?!' expression -- and was about to jerk away again when he grabbed her arms.

Raising his head and chest -- thank you, yoga -- he kissed her, wrapped his arms around her and lowered her onto him. It was awkward and uncomfortable for a moment, but as they settled into this new position, chest to chest with arms tangled together and lips on lips, it was perfect.

She began to thrust with slow, rhythmic movements. When she moved into him, he could feel her faint thrum against his skin, disappearing as she pulled away. There and gone. There and gone. There and gone.

Her pace began to quicken and sighs of contentment punctuated her breath with every thrust. He matched her, motion for motion and breath for breath. She called his name, the hot air tickling his neck as she leaned her forehead against him. With his legs wrapped around her, he could feel her thighs begin to tense, and he knew in that moment he needed her. He wanted her, more than he could stand.

He pressed her button a third time and she fell forward with a cry. Her body was flush with his, and he could feel her heavy vibrations inside and out and -- oh, god -- it was ecstacy as he came beneath her, his warmth spreading between them as his hand clenched onto the control, quieting it, until all that was left was the two of them, quivering against one another as they struggled to find breath and calm their racing hearts.

"I love you," she whispered, her face damp with sweat and tears she kissed his cheek. He nodded, still unable to find words to match his shaking breath as he briefly caught her lips in his. She smiled at him as she lifted her body off of his and slid her hands down his chest as she backed away. She gave him a few tender strokes as she pulled out of him, and a final wave of blinding, white-hot euphoria surged through Kevin's body.

He could hear her as she got ready for bed -- removing all the accoutrements that had made the night what it had been -- and was dimly aware of the damp cloth she ran across his body, but his thoughts were on her and how it felt to have her fill him up, body, mind, heart and soul.

The next morning, they would go to work. Jenny would wear a summer dress and field a wealth of compliments on her bold new haircut, and Kevin, in a yellow tie and still smelling faintly of lilacs, would receive a knowing yet wholly uninformed grin from Esposito as his partner gently ribbed him about the length of honeymoon phases.

And that night, they would make love, the same as they always had and the same as they would many more times in the course of their lives. But as weeks and months progressed, they would find themselves periodically drawn down the rabbit hole.

It wasn't always sexual. Sometimes they would just share a meal or watch a movie before bed. And sometimes, he would come home after a long day's work and find her in gym shorts and a T-shirt, curled up on the couch, manned up but asleep in the television's glow with one hand resting almost protectively against her body. If he could manage without waking her, he would pick her up, carry her to bed and lie with her back pressing against his chest and his arms wrapped around her until they were both asleep.

Other times they would steal away, going to a show or a club across town, far from the eyes of friends and colleagues. These interludes in public often found Jenny full of excitement and feeling amorous. And the more they were together, the more Kevin began to think of her acquisition not as a thing or a device or even a sex toy. It was just a part of her that he could no more deny than her eyes or her lips.

And so, when she asked him to go down her after a concert by a coverband of some rock group she loved in high school, he did without question or hesitation. There were no remotes that night -- just fingers, fevered imagination and his mouth, kissing her inner thigh as his tongue flicked across the crease of her leg before sliding up her length. She clutched at his hair, running her hands over everything in reach as she passed between his lips. She came into his hands with a whimper that night.

But that night and the many that would come before and after it were in the future. On this night, their first time exploring a new wonderland, all Kevin could think about as Jenny climbed into bed, as she pulled up a blanket to combat the chill that had set in during her absence, and as she snuggled next to him, the valley of her now bare breasts pressing into his side, was that they were -- in every way -- a perfect fit.

Back to Chapter One
Final Note: This is my first porny fic, so all manner of feedback is welcome.
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