paulacas | FIC: Wrangling My Untamed Thoughts

Title: Wrangling My Untamed Thoughts
Author: Paula H
Fandom: RPS
Pairing: Chris/Steve
Rating: FRA
Summary: Prompt – “While My Guitar Gently Weeps”
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.

Chris toweled the sweat off his face and pulled his hair off his neck before grabbing a bottle of water from the cooler. They’d been rehearsing for a couple hours and the sound was finally starting to gel.

They had two weeks to get ready for their first official gig as Kane, and Chris had a good feeling about the band and his life in general.

He looks over to where they’re set up when he hears the plaintive notes from a guitar. He shakes his head, exasperated. Instead of taking a break, the man who in a short span of time has become his best friend and his musical muse, is scribbling notes and lyrics in a notebook, a lit cigarette stuck between the strings and the head of his guitar.

He hated that Steve was still hurting over the breakup with his girl, but the boy was becoming downright morose.

I don’t know why nobody told you
How to unfold your love
I don’t know how someone controlled you
They bought and sold you

Chris stood transfixed a moment as the stage lights burnished the sun streaked hair. Talented fingers quietly translated unspoken feelings as the guitar wept the tears the man could not.

I look at the world and I notice it's turning
While my guitar gently weeps
With every mistake we must surely be learning
Still my guitar gently weeps

His heart constricted at the pain he heard in the music, wishing there was a way he could ease his friend’s burden.

Grinning, Chris pulled his own notebook out of his guitar case and started for the stage.

“Hey man!” Chris shouted to get the blonde’s attention.

The smile that lit Steve’s face took Chris’ breath. Wrangling all those feelings he didn’t want to acknowledge…well…because he was not going to be Steve’s rebound fling, dammit, back into their corral, he shoved his notebook under the musician’s nose.

“While you got all those emo juices flowin’ help me finish this ‘tear in your beer’ song. He cajoled.

“Your what?” Steve’s forehead pulled into a frown.

“You heard me, Carlson. I know you Cali blondes got the attention span of a gerbil, but really.” Chris teased.

Steve snatched the book from the laughing man.

“I’ll give you an attention span.” He threatened.

His formerly sour mood banished with his friend’s teasing.

I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping
Still my guitar gently weeps