FIC: Finally Home In My Skin
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paulacasTitle: Finally Home In My Skin
Author: YanzaDracan
Fandom: RPS
Pairing: Chris/Steve
Rating: FRM
Summary: Amara_m’s RPT: little drunk, little stoned, buzzing on the energy from the crowd, backstage, touchy, grabby, growly, hands inside jeans, Jack
Disclaimer: I don't own them. They belong only to themselves. This is a work of fiction. I'm not making any money. The goofs are all mine.
He’d given Nashville his best shot, kowtowed to corporate country music until he wanted to throw up at his own hypocrisy. He’d finally told the suits if they didn’t like his style they could stick their genre labels up their collective asses, and gone back to LA and Steve.
When Leverage got picked up for a second season, and the show moved to Portland, he approached Steve and Jason with the idea of piecing Kane back together and playing a few gigs.
He was afraid they’d shoot him down.
Steve’s schedule was brutal between conventions, gigs and his new CD. They’d been apart more than together since his move. Jason had gigs of his own in LA, but he’d finally quit wringing his hands and made a quick turnaround to LA to talk to them. Things went so well he almost didn’t need a plane to get back to Portland.
Now standing on stage at Dante’s with Steve and Jason, tuning guitars and double checking set lists he felt at home in his skin for the first time in over a year.
The fact that Steve had brought some kickass smoke didn’t hurt anything either. He grinned at Steve when he spied the bottle of Black Jack sitting by his amp, ‘cause God knows he’s gonna need some dutch courage to face the horde of fan girls the bouncers were commenting about. Then there’s Tim, Aldis and Dean showing their support…hell who’s he tryin’ kid. His blood’s already singing.
They finished their sound check, but before they got back down to the dressing rooms, Steve discovered he left his cigarettes at the house. Not giving it much thought, they waltzed out the front door toward the corner store not thinking about the line waiting to get in until people starting hollering and waving. Steve razzed him about being embarrassed at the attention, so he’d pinched him on the ass just to get a rise out of Steve as they snuck back in the stage door.
God damn he loved his fans.
The energy building in the club had kinda been a buzz kill, but he put it good use by shoving Steve into a dark corner before going downstairs with Aldis, Jason and the band. Kisses are more nips and tongue than lips, two hands full of tight ass, and his night’s almost perfect.
When he lets Steve out of the corner, he’s just the right amount of messily aroused with kiss swollen lips and heavy lidded eyes that he wants to finish him off, but there’s no time.
His ornery laugh rolls down the stairs as Steve curses and growls at him for leaving him hanging.
Then Aldis is introducing them, Steve’s handing him the bottle of JD, and his fucking guitar is between them when they hug, which is probably a good thing with all the shutters clicking down front. He takes a swig so the burn from the JD distracts him from the fire in his groin.
Then he’s flying. The music, the fans, he forgets where he is as he rides the crest of Steve and Jason’s guitar licks, but he’s careful not to fall over any of the feminine attributes that are currently adorning the stage as they snap pictures, sing and dance like it’s a Bacchanalia.
It’s over too soon, and the energy still runs under his skin like an electric current. He and Steve are the last to leave the fans. Just out of sight, he shoves Steve against a support column. With a growl, his teeth are on Steve’s neck as his hands are under the shirttail and roaming over jeans with the spots worn in all his favorite places. The thin material lets his fingers tease tender, swollen flesh without too much hindrance.
Steve growls about being a cock tease as he digs through two sets of shirts to get to skin. Involved in their mating dance they forget where they are until Aldis hollers up the steps. They both snarl at the interruption, then look sheepishly at each other as they put their clothes to rights.
They take a quick peek around the column towards the bar, but everyone’s occupied with their friends, scrolling through memory cards, punctuated by occasional squeals and exclamations “Did you see…”
When the crowd has thinned, they slip out the back for Steve to have a cigarette and enjoy a couple hits off the joint Steve had slipped in with his extra strings.
They’re starting to come down off their post show high. Between Black Jack and two toke smoke, he leans against the side of the building, relaxed, Steve pulled back against his chest watching Portland settle into a quiet Sunday night.
This right here is all he needs.
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Date: 2009-06-19 11:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-19 12:01 pm (UTC)I plead guilty to having lived vicariously through everyone's reports. You just know the boys aren't getting the face time between filming and studio and...they've had lots of practice at coming down off the post show high. To me it's better to ease into than to just crash. Plus it was 2 am and I was easing that way myself...LOL
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Date: 2009-06-19 12:32 pm (UTC)Smokin hot darlin, bravo!
Also why the hell don't I have any more than one C&S icon? Ugh, need to fix that!
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Date: 2009-06-19 12:44 pm (UTC)Between ya'll's pictures and the great recaps everyone wrote I had this midnight video running through my head. I tried for a PWP, but bunny gnawed my ankle until I yelled 'uncle', and wrote something that wasn't just sex on the stairs. *groan* Here we go again.
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Date: 2009-06-24 06:59 pm (UTC)no subject
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