FIC: With A Friend Like You

[paulacas]

Title: With A Friend Like You
Author: Paula H
Fandom: RPS
Pairing: Chris/Steve
Rating: FRT
Summary: Prompt – snuggly sleepy drunk
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.  

 

 

 

It had been an impromptu party, but now it was winding down. Chris and Steve were the only ones left. Jensen’s agent had called, while he'd been at a Kane rehearsal, to let him know he’d gotten the part on Smallville. A few calls to mutual friends and everyone was coming to Jensen’s house to celebrate. 

Steve was sprawled out on the couch lazily strumming his guitar while Jensen perched on the coffee table with his guitar trading licks. 

Chris wandered in and plopped down next to Steve. 

Steve and Jensen exchanged glances wondering which drunken Christian they were getting. ‘I’m gonna kick everyone’s ass Kane’, ‘I’m the brooding artist Christian’, or… 

“Wanna trade licks, and I don’t mean on the guitar?” Chris stuck in nose behind Steve’s ear, while climbing in his lap and whispering loud enough to be heard next door.

Only Jensen’s quick reflexes saved Steve’s guitar as Chris did his impersonation of an octopus. 

“You guys are welcome to the spare room.” Jensen snickered. 

“Screw you, Ackles.” Steve hissed as Chris started to doze off. 

“I think that would be you. Check the night stand.” He yelled over his shoulder as he carried both guitars to his room. 

This was good he thought as he pulled Chris off the couch and followed Jensen down the hall. He was getting his favorite Christian, the snuggly, sleepy one.

 

 

Comments

[deluweil.livejournal.com]

If this was pre-slash, it should've totally had a morning after Christian *giggles*

[yanzadracan.livejournal.com]

Sometimes you get that perfect amount of liquor where you're flirty just this side of trashy, and then....

[deluweil.livejournal.com]

And than interesting (and to some ppl *caugh* Jensen even funny) things happen *smirk*

[yanzadracan.livejournal.com]

Things no proper lady would discuss, but no one ever accused me of being proper. *snicker*