FIC: Learn To Fly Again (1/1)
Title: Learn To Fly Again
Author: Cassie Morgan (badfalcon)
Fandom: RPS - ITBN
Categories: Christian Kane/Steve Carlson, AU, Fantasy, First time
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.
Summary: The first time Steve saw his wings he just had to touch…
"Steve, wait..." Christian gasped out between kisses, knocking Steve's hands away from where they were fumbling with his buckle. He flinched at the confused and disappointed look on Steve's face and leaned forward, cupping his face in his hands, thumb stroking over his cheek. "Before this... we... goes any further." He stepped back to meet Steve's eyes. "There's something I need to tell you, something you need to know."
"You're not gonna tell me you're really a girl, are you?" Steve teased, stepping forward; sighing and rolling his eyes when Christian placed a hand on his chest, stopping him. "What is it, Kane?"
Christian took a deep breath and pulled his shirt off. He straightened up, stretched his arms over his head and rolled his shoulders. He smiled at the confused look on Steve's face, his eyes dancing. "This," he murmured, unfurling his wings; white feathered wings spanning out behind him, spreading past his head, framing him to his calves.
"I... you... wow..." Steve trailed off, speechless; his eyes wide and his jaw dropped as his gaze swept over the full span of Christian's wings, then back to his face. "You're Winged," he said in amazement, grin spreading over his face. "This is why you always walk out of the room when Jensen and Riley start arguing over the Winged Ones myths," he realised and Christian nodded, chewing nervously on his lower lip. "You're Winged," he repeated." Wow! They're beautiful," he whispered. "You're beautiful," he leaned forward, freeing Christian's lips from his teeth, kissing him.
"You... you don't hate me?" Christian asked, relief visibly crashing through him. "And... and you're not scared of me?" His wings twitched nervously and he lifted his eyes to Steve's. "You're not gonna try and worship me, are you?"
Steve laughed and grabbed Christian by the waist-band of his jeans, tugging him closer. "Only in the purely sexual sense of the word," he reassured Christian, tongue parting his lips to kiss him; Christian groaning and returning the kiss, his hands coming up to tangle in Steve's hair. "Can I touch them?"
His forehead resting against Steve's, Christian tensed; memories of childhood bullies pulling his wings painfully crashing unbidden through his mind. He automatically folded his wings to lay flush against his back and he exhaled shakily against Steve's lips.
"I'm not gonna hurt you," Steve promised softly, sensing Christian's discomfort. "I'm not gonna hurt your wings. I just want to... to touch them...”
"I know," Christian mumbled. He took another deep breath and pulled back slightly, brushing his lips over Steve's. "Last time someone touched them..." he trailed off, chewing on his lower lip again, eyes dropping to his feet. "Thought they were gonna pluck me like a fucking turkey at Thanksgiving..." He trailed off, shudder running through him, wing feathers rustling. "I know you're not them," he reassured Steve, sighing as he leaned forward and cupped his cheek. "I know you're not them," he repeated. "I know you're not gonna hurt me. This is just..." he trailed off. "I trust you," he promised, kissing Steve. He took a step backwards and stretched his wings out fully again, before exhaling and relaxing, his wings hanging comfortably behind him.
"Thank you," Steve breathed, reaching out and running a fingertip over the feathers on one wing, a look of pure awe spreading on his face. "Wow," he glanced at Christian's face, relieved to see the tension draining as he continued his gentle exploration. "Wow," he repeated. "So soft..." he ruffled Christian's feathers before smoothing them down, one eyebrow raised at the soft moan and tremor it caused. He glanced back at Christian, his eyes widening at the arousal he saw there; Christian's eyes darker, his cheeks flushed pink and his lower lip sucked into his mouth. "Interesting..." he grinned mischievously, kissing Christian, nipping at his lips." Looks like someone enjoys having their wings played with..." His touches grew bolder when he turned his attention back to Christian's wings; fingers cording through the feathers, ruffling and smoothing them, rubbing the edges, stroking and caressing the surface until Christian was panting, whimpering his name softly, his wings trembling.
"Fuck, Steve..." He shuddered, one wing curling to wrap around Steve and tug him close. "Please..." he begged; tongue parting his lips, kissing him hard and fast as he dropped his hand to palm Steve's hard-on through his jeans; Steve bucking up at the touch.
"That was the plan," Steve agreed breathlessly. He moaned as Christian's wings wrapped tighter around him, pressing him flush against Christian. "Chris..."
Christian grinned and maneuvered them backwards to tumble on the bed, flipping them round so Steve was on his back and he was straddling his hips, wings at full span over them. He leaned forward, kissing Steve as he unbuttoned his shirt, pushing the material off his shoulders then kissing his way down Steve's chest and belly till he reached his jeans. He looked up at Steve through his eyelashes. "It was a good plan."
~El Fin~
Author: Cassie Morgan (badfalcon)
Fandom: RPS - ITBN
Categories: Christian Kane/Steve Carlson, AU, Fantasy, First time
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.
Summary: The first time Steve saw his wings he just had to touch…
"Steve, wait..." Christian gasped out between kisses, knocking Steve's hands away from where they were fumbling with his buckle. He flinched at the confused and disappointed look on Steve's face and leaned forward, cupping his face in his hands, thumb stroking over his cheek. "Before this... we... goes any further." He stepped back to meet Steve's eyes. "There's something I need to tell you, something you need to know."
"You're not gonna tell me you're really a girl, are you?" Steve teased, stepping forward; sighing and rolling his eyes when Christian placed a hand on his chest, stopping him. "What is it, Kane?"
Christian took a deep breath and pulled his shirt off. He straightened up, stretched his arms over his head and rolled his shoulders. He smiled at the confused look on Steve's face, his eyes dancing. "This," he murmured, unfurling his wings; white feathered wings spanning out behind him, spreading past his head, framing him to his calves.
"I... you... wow..." Steve trailed off, speechless; his eyes wide and his jaw dropped as his gaze swept over the full span of Christian's wings, then back to his face. "You're Winged," he said in amazement, grin spreading over his face. "This is why you always walk out of the room when Jensen and Riley start arguing over the Winged Ones myths," he realised and Christian nodded, chewing nervously on his lower lip. "You're Winged," he repeated." Wow! They're beautiful," he whispered. "You're beautiful," he leaned forward, freeing Christian's lips from his teeth, kissing him.
"You... you don't hate me?" Christian asked, relief visibly crashing through him. "And... and you're not scared of me?" His wings twitched nervously and he lifted his eyes to Steve's. "You're not gonna try and worship me, are you?"
Steve laughed and grabbed Christian by the waist-band of his jeans, tugging him closer. "Only in the purely sexual sense of the word," he reassured Christian, tongue parting his lips to kiss him; Christian groaning and returning the kiss, his hands coming up to tangle in Steve's hair. "Can I touch them?"
His forehead resting against Steve's, Christian tensed; memories of childhood bullies pulling his wings painfully crashing unbidden through his mind. He automatically folded his wings to lay flush against his back and he exhaled shakily against Steve's lips.
"I'm not gonna hurt you," Steve promised softly, sensing Christian's discomfort. "I'm not gonna hurt your wings. I just want to... to touch them...”
"I know," Christian mumbled. He took another deep breath and pulled back slightly, brushing his lips over Steve's. "Last time someone touched them..." he trailed off, chewing on his lower lip again, eyes dropping to his feet. "Thought they were gonna pluck me like a fucking turkey at Thanksgiving..." He trailed off, shudder running through him, wing feathers rustling. "I know you're not them," he reassured Steve, sighing as he leaned forward and cupped his cheek. "I know you're not them," he repeated. "I know you're not gonna hurt me. This is just..." he trailed off. "I trust you," he promised, kissing Steve. He took a step backwards and stretched his wings out fully again, before exhaling and relaxing, his wings hanging comfortably behind him.
"Thank you," Steve breathed, reaching out and running a fingertip over the feathers on one wing, a look of pure awe spreading on his face. "Wow," he glanced at Christian's face, relieved to see the tension draining as he continued his gentle exploration. "Wow," he repeated. "So soft..." he ruffled Christian's feathers before smoothing them down, one eyebrow raised at the soft moan and tremor it caused. He glanced back at Christian, his eyes widening at the arousal he saw there; Christian's eyes darker, his cheeks flushed pink and his lower lip sucked into his mouth. "Interesting..." he grinned mischievously, kissing Christian, nipping at his lips." Looks like someone enjoys having their wings played with..." His touches grew bolder when he turned his attention back to Christian's wings; fingers cording through the feathers, ruffling and smoothing them, rubbing the edges, stroking and caressing the surface until Christian was panting, whimpering his name softly, his wings trembling.
"Fuck, Steve..." He shuddered, one wing curling to wrap around Steve and tug him close. "Please..." he begged; tongue parting his lips, kissing him hard and fast as he dropped his hand to palm Steve's hard-on through his jeans; Steve bucking up at the touch.
"That was the plan," Steve agreed breathlessly. He moaned as Christian's wings wrapped tighter around him, pressing him flush against Christian. "Chris..."
Christian grinned and maneuvered them backwards to tumble on the bed, flipping them round so Steve was on his back and he was straddling his hips, wings at full span over them. He leaned forward, kissing Steve as he unbuttoned his shirt, pushing the material off his shoulders then kissing his way down Steve's chest and belly till he reached his jeans. He looked up at Steve through his eyelashes. "It was a good plan."
~El Fin~