FIC: Friction Can Start An Inferno

[paulacas]

Title: Friction Can Start An Inferno
Author: Paula H
Fandom: RPS
Pairing: Chris/Steve
Rating: FRM
Summary: Prompt – blame this on Amara_n and Twitter - rocked out, sweaty, hyped up after a gig, laughter, close quarters, brushing together, needy, wanting
Disclaimer: I don't own them. They belong only to themselves. I don't claim to know any of them nor any of what I'm writing is true. It is a work of fiction. I'm not making any money. Any goofs are mine. 

 

 

 

“WE’RE KANE! GOODNIGHT!” Chris shouted as the band set down their instruments and went backstage. 

Everyone grabbed a cold drink and tried to relax until the crowd thinned enough to pack up. It was one of those perfect nights. Everyone in sync, Chris and Steve playing with and off each other was pure magic. The crowd and the band both had gotten caught up in the spell the two men had woven throughout the theater. 

There was a problem though. The crowd wasn’t leaving. They were chanting. 

“ENCORE! ENCORE!” Cell phone screens were lighting up the darkened room. 

Not knowing what to do, the band looked for Steve or Chris. They searched the entire backstage area, but found no joy. The crowd was getting rowdier, the theater manager was getting nervous, and the musicians thought they had looked in every corner where the two could be hiding. 

It was Jason that finally found them. They were in a niche at the stage’s edge where they could push the curtain aside and peek out at the crowd. Chris had Steve pinned to the wall, Steve’s head thrown back, throat exposed. The only time Jason had seen an expression like that on Steve’s face was when he caught up in the ecstasy of his music. Now though, it looked as though he was caught in the ecstasy of Christian Kane. 

Short of a water hose, Jason wasn’t sure how to break them apart, but they really needed to do something about the crowd. 

“Ah, um, guys…” Jason stammered. 

Getting no response, he tried again. 

“GUYS! The manager’s havin’ a freak out. We need to do something.” 

Two sets of eyes turned on the guitar player. Pupils blown wide, ribbons of dark and light hair stuck to the sweat on their faces—flushed with excitement. 

“Tryin’, man—we’re tryin’.” Chris growled, causing Jason to take a step back. 

“Don’t think that’s what he meant, man.” Jason flushed not entirely with embarrassment. 

**Yeah they were guys, but damn they were hot together.** 

Chris turned and whispered to Steve where he was plastered against Chris, his muscled thigh still between Steve’s. 

Jason shivered at the smile that broke across Carlson’s face. He didn’t think he’d ever seen the man look quite so—predatory. That is until he asked Chris what song they wanted to sing for the encore. 

A sweat broke across his back at the feral gleam in Chris’—no, Kane’s eyes when he said it was time to try out ‘Blaze’ on the crowd. 

By the time Jason got back to the stage with the rest of the band, the men appeared normal. They were laughing over something that had happened during the first part of the show. He scoffed at himself that he had imagined what he had seen before until Chris turned his head, and he saw Steve looking at him, his chin on Chris’ shoulder, the fire in their eyes banked to smoldering embers just waiting for the right breeze to ignite them to a wildfire.

 

 

Comments

[elebridith]

Oh dear sweet Lord. I can never hear "Blaze" again without having those images in my mind. And that look on Steve's face... yeah. Um, cold shower, now. *g*

[yanzadracan.livejournal.com]

I blame those pics Havenward pimped yesterday. Was chatting on Twitter about them & I commented that now they knew what Steve looked like when he had sex, and then Amara just made it worse.

I had step outside in the cool breeze myself for a few minutes...LOL
Thanks

[elebridith]

Oh yeah, I remember *lol* Amara made it worse? Why am I not surprised...? *g*

[yanzadracan.livejournal.com]

'Cause we know what an evil Nabler the woman is....LOL

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

*squeaks, whimpers and runs to the shower*

[yanzadracan.livejournal.com]

I almost had to do the same thing. Between the pics yesterday, then add in a sweaty Kane. *shiver*

Thanks.

[honeyjojames.livejournal.com]

Oooh, such pretty pretty mental images! ♥ I definitely need a cold shower too!

[yanzadracan.livejournal.com]

Glad I could heat up your afternoon. Thanks for the flowers(kudos)

[havenward.livejournal.com]

:purrrrrrrrrrrrrs:

[yanzadracan.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah. I had to break out my own fan. Would this be non-explicit porn?

[deluweil.livejournal.com]

I love Blaze!!! I always have a feeling he's singing about Steve :D ♥

[yanzadracan.livejournal.com]

Me too. One of the videos from a Dante's show CK says it's about a stipper in OKC. But I've ignored canon before. *G*

[deluweil.livejournal.com]

That's what he says but we all know the truth ;)
*grin*

[yanzadracan.livejournal.com]

Reality has nothing whatsoever to do with what our truth. Though I have a little trouble picturing Steve in heels. LOL

"just like an NFL(?)touchdown when those high heels come alive."

[deluweil.livejournal.com]

*grin* I know darlin', it's usually being said with a mischievous tone of voice.

[yanzadracan.livejournal.com]

Preachin' to the choir, sister.