FIC: Morning Light (1/1)
Title: Morning Light
Author: Cassie Morgan (badfalcon)
Fandom: RPS - ITBN
Categories: Christian Kane/Steve Carlson, AU, Fluff
Rating: R
Thanks to: You, for reading. bellasianna as ever, for the beta, handholding, and encouragement
Disclaimer: Steve Carlson & Christian Kane are real people, and the events in this story are just that - fictional, figments of my sick and twisted imagination. Hell, call it a fantasy if it makes you feel better. Whatever. No rumours should be started in regards to any events in these works of fiction. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it.
Note: It's comment porn month at phantisma and this little piece was written for havenward who gave the prompt ‘Kane RPS, Chris/Steve, morning light (one should have wings, indecisive about which)’
Summary: As much as he hates waking up alone, there’s nothing Steve loves more than watching Christian watch the sun rise.
Steve stirred as he rolled over and found the bed empty. “Chris?” he whispered, blinking sleepily. He pushed himself to a sitting position, scrubbing his hands over his face as his eyes tried to focus in the dark.
“It’s early,” came Christian’s soft reply. “Go back to sleep.”
“I’m awake now,” Steve yawned, sitting up against the wall, the duvet pooling around his hips. “Time’s it?” he asked, smiling as he watched Christian stretching out over the balcony; on tiptoes, with his arms stretched wide and his wings fully extended, beating gently. That was, to Steve, one of the most beautiful sights ever.
“Early,” Christian repeated, both of them knowing he meant ’early enough that no-one will see’. He turned around to face Steve and stretched his arms over his head, sighing in relief as his back popped. His wings rustled in the gentle breeze as he leaned back against the railing, wings hanging over the edge. He crossed his legs in front of him and dug around in his pocket for his lighter and cigarettes. Lighting one, he took a drag and exhaled before holding his hand out to Steve, grinning brightly as Steve climbed out of bed and padded across the room to join him.
Steve plucked the cigarette from Christian’s fingers, took a quick puff and leaned forward, brushing his lips over Christian’s. He shivered and Christian frowned, straightening up and pulling him close. His hands dropped to rest lightly on Steve's hips as they kissed, the cigarette dropping forgotten to the floor.
"You're freezing," Christian murmured against Steve's lips, holding him tightly, hands sliding down to cup his ass.
Steve moaned softly and rocked forward against Christian, resting their foreheads together. "S'early," he pointed out, nipping at Christian's jaw. “Warm me up?”
Christian nodded. "Suns just rising," he agreed. He wrapped his wings around Steve, smirking as Steve trembled and moaned again, hands coming up to cup his face. "You love it," he whispered, teeth teasing the silver hoop through Steve's ear; shivering himself as Steve's hands ran along one of his wings. "Fuck."
"So do you." Steve kissed Christian again, tongue parting his lips as he continued stroking and caressing until Christian was panting, his wings quivering with arousal. “Come back to bed,” he murmured.
~El Fin~
Author: Cassie Morgan (badfalcon)
Fandom: RPS - ITBN
Categories: Christian Kane/Steve Carlson, AU, Fluff
Rating: R
Thanks to: You, for reading. bellasianna as ever, for the beta, handholding, and encouragement
Disclaimer: Steve Carlson & Christian Kane are real people, and the events in this story are just that - fictional, figments of my sick and twisted imagination. Hell, call it a fantasy if it makes you feel better. Whatever. No rumours should be started in regards to any events in these works of fiction. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it.
Note: It's comment porn month at phantisma and this little piece was written for havenward who gave the prompt ‘Kane RPS, Chris/Steve, morning light (one should have wings, indecisive about which)’
Summary: As much as he hates waking up alone, there’s nothing Steve loves more than watching Christian watch the sun rise.
Steve stirred as he rolled over and found the bed empty. “Chris?” he whispered, blinking sleepily. He pushed himself to a sitting position, scrubbing his hands over his face as his eyes tried to focus in the dark.
“It’s early,” came Christian’s soft reply. “Go back to sleep.”
“I’m awake now,” Steve yawned, sitting up against the wall, the duvet pooling around his hips. “Time’s it?” he asked, smiling as he watched Christian stretching out over the balcony; on tiptoes, with his arms stretched wide and his wings fully extended, beating gently. That was, to Steve, one of the most beautiful sights ever.
“Early,” Christian repeated, both of them knowing he meant ’early enough that no-one will see’. He turned around to face Steve and stretched his arms over his head, sighing in relief as his back popped. His wings rustled in the gentle breeze as he leaned back against the railing, wings hanging over the edge. He crossed his legs in front of him and dug around in his pocket for his lighter and cigarettes. Lighting one, he took a drag and exhaled before holding his hand out to Steve, grinning brightly as Steve climbed out of bed and padded across the room to join him.
Steve plucked the cigarette from Christian’s fingers, took a quick puff and leaned forward, brushing his lips over Christian’s. He shivered and Christian frowned, straightening up and pulling him close. His hands dropped to rest lightly on Steve's hips as they kissed, the cigarette dropping forgotten to the floor.
"You're freezing," Christian murmured against Steve's lips, holding him tightly, hands sliding down to cup his ass.
Steve moaned softly and rocked forward against Christian, resting their foreheads together. "S'early," he pointed out, nipping at Christian's jaw. “Warm me up?”
Christian nodded. "Suns just rising," he agreed. He wrapped his wings around Steve, smirking as Steve trembled and moaned again, hands coming up to cup his face. "You love it," he whispered, teeth teasing the silver hoop through Steve's ear; shivering himself as Steve's hands ran along one of his wings. "Fuck."
"So do you." Steve kissed Christian again, tongue parting his lips as he continued stroking and caressing until Christian was panting, his wings quivering with arousal. “Come back to bed,” he murmured.
~El Fin~