FIC: The Pirate & The Gentleman

[paulacas]

Title: The Pirate and The Gentleman
Author: Paula H
Fandom: RPS
Pairing: Chris/Steve
Rating: FRT
Summary: Prompt – Halloween
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.

 

 

 

 

When Chris came home bitching about Devlin throwing a Halloween party to celebrate TNT picking up all 13 episodes of Leverage, Steve had blown it off as Chris’ dislike for schmoozing with network suits and bean counters. 

Now looking into the swirling mass of color and people on the soundstage that had been converted for the party, he swallowed the knot of apprehension in his throat while he looked for familiar faces. He finds Clayne, Aldis and John Rogers off to one side. Straightening the waistcoat of his costume, he grabbed a glass from a passing waiter headed towards them. 

Clayne snickers as he looks over his costume. “Jesus, Carlson, you look like an extra from ‘Pride and Prejudice’.” 

“I. Did. Not. Pick this. The box was on the bed when I got home. Chris left a note saying he was filming late and he’d meet me here. Besides,” Steve adopted an upper class British accent, “the box said it’s ‘Gentlemen’s evening wear from Regency England.” Then ruined the effect with a deep throated laugh. 

John excused himself saying he needed to find Dean. The three men relaxed with their drinks, commenting on the faces they recognized, Devlin must have invited people from everything he’d ever produced, and some of the outrageous costumes. 

Clayne and Aldis’ eyes got wide just as Steve felt a presence against his back. Before he could turn, a strong hand grabbed his ponytail and pulled his head back, exposing his throat. A kiss that was more teeth and suction than lips and tongue marked the soft, thin skin. 

“It’s a good thing you did not make me hunt you down, my pretty Steven.” Kane growled in his ear. 

Releasing the ponytail, Steve blinked owlishly while Chris engulfed Clayne in a hug with back slapping and ‘what ya been up to since we finished Forlorn?’ questions.” 

The rest of the evening was a blur of names and faces as Chris drug Steve from pillar to post. Camera flashes from photographers, a little too much wine and not enough buffet table kept Steve slightly off balance. 

Touches, brushes, possessive arms, hands clamped on his wrists to draw his attention back to Chris, caresses, and curiosity about the thick envelope Chris had picked up on the way out to the limo only added to his out of control feelings. 

Steve had stripped off the last of his costume and placed it carefully in its box when he saw the envelope on the bed. He had just opened the flap when he felt Chris behind him. 

“Open it.” The raw voice whispered across his ear. 

Goosebumps rose on his bare skin as Steve reached in and pulled out the contents. 

Already framed, a 8x10 photograph of them from the party. Chris had his hand wrapped around the nape of Steve’s neck, his expression a typical Kane glare, while Steve’s attention was on someone not in the photo. 

Steve’s breath caught in his throat as he read the caption under the photo:  

“Pirate Captain Christian Kane & Master Steven Carlson.”

 

 

Comments

[deluweil.livejournal.com]

LOL Loved it!!!

[yanzadracan.livejournal.com]

Thanks. Amara_m has an AU at The Jealous Sea that's dark fic about the pirate and the merchant. This was a tongue in cheek take off on those stories.