FIC: A Simple Circle
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paulacasTitle: A Simple Circle
Author: YanzaDracan
Fandom: Kane RPS
Pairings: Chris/Steve
Word Count: 787
Rating: PG-13
Summary: For Jaazza. A simple piece of silver.
Jaazza wanted a fic for this pic. My contribution.
The picture sat on the coffee table between a bottle of Jack Daniels and a crumpled Parliament cigarette pack.
He remembered when the picture was taken. Steve had been putting the finishing touches on Rollin On. After five years of steady gigs KANE had taken a break while Chris was filming Secondhand Lions, he and Steve had just celebrated their first anniversary the month before, driving to Tulsa and spending a week with his folks before driving back.
A sad smile crossed Chris’ face as he remembered stopping at every reservation shop along I-40 indulging in their mutual love of silver, turquoise, and all things Native American. As they crossed the river into Laughlin, Nevada, they decided to spend a couple days enjoying the casinos and restaurants. Unpacking the truck hadn’t taken long, so after a shower and room service they spread their loot across the bed. Chris watched Steve through the screen of his eyelashes as the blond fitted the turquoise nugget bracelet to his right wrist, all the while running his fingers over the small white box that rested on his knee.
“Chris?”
The confusion in Steve’s voice pulled his attention from Steve’s hands to his face.
“You okay, man?”
“Yeah. Umm…I…well…I wanted…fuck.” Blushing he looked up into twinkling blue eyes. Taking a deep breath he started again. “I wanted you to have something that showed Iloveyou.” The words came out in a rush as he handed Steve the box.
Steve looked at him for several seconds before he slowly opened the box. His eyes moved from the contents to Chris and back. Using one finger he reverently ran it over the heavy silver band that lay in its bed of white cotton.
Reaching around his back, a box identical to the one he’d just received appeared in Steve’s hand. A sheepish grin appeared on both men’s faces as Steve handed him the box.
“I love you, too.” He said softly.
Inside his box was a wide silver band with narrower bands on the top and bottom. Solemnly he picked up the ring and handed it to Steve. Never hesitating, the singer slid the ring onto the middle finger of his right hand.
“Figured it would cause less questions than on your ring finger.” He blushed.
Handing over his ring, he watched as Chris slid it on his right ring finger then raised the hand to his lips…a kiss in benediction. Steve promptly killed the serious mood by tackling him to the bed and stealing his breath in a lip biting, tongue twisting, lick you tonsils kiss.
His attention was jerked back to the present when a car backfired.
The conversation he’d just had with Steve had left him numb. KANE was no more. Chris wasn’t sure how the conversation had gone from, ‘Please come to Nashville with me,’ to Steve’s, ‘We should disband KANE’.
They had stared at each other until Steve mumbled that he had to get to the studio or lose his time slot. Chris had been so shell-shocked that he’d just nodded and flopped back on the couch. The slamming door caused him to jerk like he’d been shot. He reached for the Jack, but by then he was so numb that he didn’t even feel the burn as the whiskey slid down his throat.
Setting the bottle back on the table, it tilted to the side as it landed on the cigarette pack. Using the bottle to move the ball of paper and cellophane something clinked against the glass. Curious, Chris straightened the pack and dumped the contents into his hand.
His throat closed until he was sure he couldn’t breathe. In the palm of his hand amongst the flakes of tobacco was Steve’s silver band. His fingers curled into his palm as he used his knuckles to rub the ache in his chest.
He lay on the couch, too many shocks all at once attempting to shut down his brain, trying to lull him into escaping the pain. Instead of sleeping, he stared at the picture, stared at the silver band thinking about the night in Laughlin when they’d exchanged rings, tears dampening his shirt sleeve.
Ready to burst from all the emotions churning through his head, he jumped off the couch, pacing the room like a caged tiger. The inferno of his anger dried his tears and scarred cuts bleeding in his soul. Instead of throwing Steve’s discarded ring across the room as his rage urged him to do, he laid it gently on the table in front of the picture. Pausing for just a moment, he pulled the band off his middle finger and laid it next to Steve’s.
He had a plane to catch to Nashville.
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Date: 2010-01-16 08:03 am (UTC)♥
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Date: 2010-01-16 09:06 am (UTC)So very well written, but, ouch.
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Date: 2010-01-16 05:31 pm (UTC)But... but... that was before Nashville, yes? Before Dante's! That means they are already fixed again, you just haven't written it yet, right? RIGHT?? *bribes your schmoop muse with chocolate*
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Date: 2010-01-16 07:11 pm (UTC)So what would I have to do to convince you to fix it? > >
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Date: 2010-01-17 07:29 pm (UTC)'Break my heart' kind of sad
Poor Chris :(
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