FIC: Spring Thaw

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Title: Spring Thaw
Author: YanzaDracan
Fandom: RPS
Pairing: Chris/Steve
Rating: FRA
Summary: Prompt – fire and ice
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.

At first it was easy he was a big boy he knew he wasn’t going to stand out like back home.

After a while the rejections cut. Acceptance stopped the bleeding, but as he became known, more was expected, demanded. The knife’s edge of disapproval cut deeper, took longer to heal. Knowing extreme cold cauterized, he encased his heart in ice.
He learned. Became a team player. Did whatever it took. His infamous temper was known to cause frostbite. Those blue eyes more frigid than arctic winter.

He loves acting, but his passion is music. Music could thaw the ice around his heart, but he still had to deal with those who would bleed him dry. So the ice grew thicker.

There were chosen that could melt the ice, but never enough to bring the organ it encased fully to life.

Until Steve Carlson. With Steve his life was all about fire and passion. They shared passion for their music, for performing. They shared fire in their disagreements, fire in their affection for each other. The ice thawed like a glacier in summer.
Then came the woman. Steve still had passion for their music, but the rest was for the woman. The glacier thickened.
The passion died, and Steve’s fire died to embers. Wanting to re-ignite the spark, Chris did his best to nurture the heat. He touched, but he had always touched. Now touches became caresses. An arm around the trim waist, fingers edged under shirt tails, and hooked into belt loops to pull closer. Hugs became an excuse to bury his nose into skin and hair, lips resting on the strong pulse.

Until the embers became a flame.

Steve jerked away from Chris’ touch.

“Dammit, Kane, what’s the deal?” He snapped.

Chris turned nonchalantly toward the blond.

“What?” He went for the clueless look.

“That look only works on people that don’t know you.” Steve’s eyes narrowed as he watched Chris.

A shrug and he was buried in the refrigerator shuffling leftovers to avoid Steve’s scrutiny.

“Just bein’ there while ya heal from your latest skirmish in the battle of the sexes.” He pulled out a bowl and a beer.

Steve paid closer attention. Chris made it all seem normal, but he seemed to be staking a claim.

One night he tested his theory. He flirted outrageously. By the end of the night he was buzzing from the audience and the liquor.

Chris put his anger into his performance, seeming to tear the music from his body. Steve had a flash of conscious at twisting Chris’ tail, but he had to know, and the taciturn man was not going to bare his feelings.

Then he saw it. He’d witnessed it, but it’d never been directed at him. He was at the bar when a leggy brunette slithered up and rubbed against him.

He turned to the stage and saw the expression on Chris’ face. The eyes that burned with energy were now shuttered, and cold. Steve shivered.

He shook off the brunette, but Chris’d had enough and was moving toward the stage door, shoulders hunched. Grabbing his guitars, he ran after the hurt and angry man.

“Chris!” Steve saw him pause for a moment. That was all the encouragement he needed. “Dammit it Kane would you wait a minute!?”
“Why? Need me to take your guitars home so you don’t have to worry about ‘em in the mornin’?” He sneered.

Steve was taken aback by the ice in the voice. He set his cases in the backseat of the truck before turning back to face Chris.

“No. So I could do this.”

He pinned Chris against the truck and grabbed handfuls of curls and pulled. Reluctantly, Chris gave in. When their lips finally met, he fought his need. Tugging Chris’ hair again to get his attention, Steve nipped at his lips demanding entrance. Chris tried to pull away, but Steve pushed a leg between his pinning him tighter against the truck and tightening his grip in the unruly mane.

Chris tried to protest, but Steve took that opportunity to deepen the kiss. Soon thoughts of protest died as Chris flipped their position. His mouth moved along the blond’s jaw to his ear.

“This better not be a fuckin’ game, Carlson, or as much as I love you, I will hurt you.” Kane growled.
“No game. I just had to be sure.” He panted.

“Sure of what?” Chris nuzzled behind his ear.

Steve groaned. “That I was reading you right, because I love you, too.”

The ice around Chris’ heart cracked as Steve’s fire started the thaw.

~Fini~

Comments

[darling-lisa.livejournal.com]

Aww, I love the pacing and tension running through this! Lovely, just lovely

[yanzadracan.livejournal.com]

Thank you. I was a bit worried. I had to cut 200 something words to get it to fit. I was afraid I'd lose some of the feel.

[elebridith]

*pants* Oh, guys! This was so intense! Love it!

[yanzadracan.livejournal.com]

Thank you. Glad you like it. It just wouldn't behave itself until I beat it into submission...LOL

[honeyjojames.livejournal.com]

Awwwwwwww, that was perfect! And very hot!

[yanzadracan.livejournal.com]

Thank you. Channel RL angst into writing. Helps stress factor...LOL

[deluweil.livejournal.com]

I love these two so much!!! Awesome!!!

[yanzadracan.livejournal.com]

I went from resisting even reading RPS to jumping in the deep end of the pool. I had never heard of Steve Carlson until I read Kane RPS. I just find out who this guy was. Now he's one of my favorite singer/musicians. Go figger.

[deluweil.livejournal.com]

*giggles* seriously? I actually had problem with writing and reading RPS a really long time ago too, but I got over it my LOTR era *grin*

I actually read more RPS then series slash and gen.

I actually loved Steve before Jensen *grin* I first heard of him when I read about CK in the last Angel convention.

[yanzadracan.livejournal.com]

Hey! I do more RPS that series, too.

Hubby & I drove truck cross country when Angel was in first run so I didn't really watch it until it was in syndication.

Hell, I didn't even know Chris sang & had a band until I started researching Steve. I may be the country's oldest Kane fan. Hubby just shakes his head at my obsession with all these pretty boys, but reaps the benefits of my reading and writing slash.