FIC: Attuned To Your Touch

[paulacas]

Title: Attuned To Your Touch
Author: Paula H
Fandom: RPS
Pairing: Chris/Steve
Rating: FRA
Summary: Prompt – song based - "All That I Ever Wanted" by Steve Carlson
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.

 

 

 

 

Hyped by the anticipation of surprising Steve, Chris could barely get his key in the lock. He dropped his bag and started to call out when he heard voices. The snotty one he didn’t know, the other was an angry Steve. 

Chris moved until he could see, but remain hidden. A woman in a suit sat at the counter with a stack of papers. 

“Why did you commit to all these dates with Christian? Just because the label dropped him doesn’t mean you have to go down with him.” 

“We’re good together. Between the two of us we have a solid fan base.” Steve argued. “Do you even know how far people travel just to see us?” 

“What you mean all the stuff on the internet? Don’t tell me you believe that crap?” The woman sneered. 

It was all I could do to keep from cryin’
It was all I could do to turn and walk away 

Chris felt a fist clench in his chest as she went on about separating Steve’s music from Christian’s so that there wouldn’t be any confusion between Steve and another actor turned wannabe singer. 

And when I found there was no use left in tryin’
I decided there was no need for me to even make you stay. 

If Chris had stayed he’d have seen the spectacular explosion that was Steve Carlson pushed too far. He kicked the woman out with orders that no one but his regular agent was to contact him. 

When he shut and locked the front door he saw the bag on the floor. *Shit.* 

Now I’m sitting a city that makes no sense
And I don’t know why I live inside of this fence,
But I will wait another year here. 

Sitting in the airport, Chris stared blindly out the windows, the scene from the kitchen replaying in his head. The woman’s voice felt like a spike in his brain. 

Steve cursed LA traffic. This was the worst time to be trying to get to LAX, and stubborn ass that he was, Kane had shut off his phone—shut out everyone and everything. He loved the man to distraction, but sometimes he could throttle him. The whole deal in Nashville had Chris gun shy. A skittish Chris was defensive--defensive Chris was nasty tempered, punch you in the face Chris. 

You know it breaks me down every once in a while
And it paves the way for the truth
That I don’t know you. 

Chris shut off his phone. He knew that wouldn’t stop whatever was going to happen, but he could remain ignorant. He didn’t care about the singing dates, or any of the other crap. He only cared about Steve. 

And who knows by then maybe you’ll go away
And I’ll replace this face that been stained on my brain
If I can wait another year here. 

Steve was ready to punch somebody himself. Traffic--airport security. He kept watching the board for departures to Portland. The longer it took for him to get to Chris, the more time he’d have to lock himself behind the shell that protected his vulnerabilities. 

He finally made it to the gate where he hoped to find Chris. Standing with his forehead against the glass was his wayward lover. Steve was able to get his arms around Chris’ waist before the distracted man knew he was there. 

“Wha…?” Chris started to turn and bring up a fist. 

He paused when he saw who had him in a clinch. 

“Steve?” The sadness and confusion in the blue eyes was quickly shuttered. 

It hurt Steve to see Chris put walls between them. 

“Christian, come home.” Steve kept his voice soft, undemanding. “Nothing’s changed. I talked to ‘my’ agent. That woman was fishing for clients. Come home?” He gave a little tug on the hand he was holding. 

Coaxing with soft words and touches, the singer finally got the reticent man to the car. After all their years together, Steve knew words would not convince Chris, so even after they were home he kept everything low-key. 

After an hour or so of brooding, something let go in Chris’ head. Instead of being sheltered by Steve, lips and hands began roaming, seeking out hot spots exposing heated skin to the cool evening breeze moving through the room. Teasing, nipping, hair being used to bare a strong throat, hearing the voice that had given so many years of pleasure rough with need, shredded with emotion. His life was back on an even keel. 

‘Cause all that I ever wanted was inside of you.