FIC: His Hands
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paulacasTitle: His Hands
Author: Paula H
Fandom: RPS
Pairing: Chris/Steve
Rating: FRT
Summary: Prompt – First Song Written Together
Disclaimer: I don't own them. They belong only to themselves. This is a figment of my imagination and a work of fiction. I'm not making any money. Any goofs are mine.
They’re scattered across the living room. Sheet music, guitars, Chinese take-out, beer, soda, and things best not thought about.
He can see the pictures in his head that’s the story he wants to tell, but there’s a road block between his brain and putting the pictures into words.
“FUCK!” Frustrated, he puts the guitar aside and heads outside.
He takes several laps around the house. Smokes a cigarette he pilfered from Steve. Last lap around and the log jam seems to have broken.
Steve’s strumming softly when he comes back into the room with fresh beers. He scratches on the paper for a few minutes.
“Show what you got, man.” Steve asks softly.
He studies the sheet for several minutes. Blue eyes cloud with confusion.
“Sing it for me.” He asks.
He hums for a few bars arranging sounds in his head.
A little bit of Bourbon
And a broken neon sign
Once again I'm riding shotgun
To everything that's on my mind
Steve starts playing along, embellishing so it soon sounds likes two guitars playing in the room. Chris opens his eyes, and he’s looking at Steve’s hands as he caresses the strings like they’re lovers. His voice fades as Steve plays and he’s enthralled.
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Date: 2009-09-23 06:15 pm (UTC)Like the rest of us ;)
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Date: 2009-09-24 01:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-24 10:47 am (UTC)