FIC: Catch Me When I Fall
Title: Catch Me When I Fall
Author: Cassie Morgan (badfalcon)
Fandom: RPS - ITBN
Categories: Christian Kane/Steve Carlson, Fantasy, AU, PWP
Rating: PG-13
Verse: kitty!christian
Thanks to: You, for reading. havenward for the beta and honeyjojames the prompt 'RPS, kitty!Chris/Steve, catch' that inspired this ficlet.
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: Christian's sprawled out on the centre of their bed, basking in the sun streaming in from the window
Steve swore as he stumbled, hitting his hip against the edge of the bar. He laughed under his breath and scrubbed his hand over his face, knocking back the last of his beer. It wasn’t even like he was that drunk… that tired, maybe; and not just tired - jet-lagged and sleep deprived and the caffeine was wearing off fast. Oh, what he wouldn’t give for his bed right now. Of course, his bed was a few thousand miles away but the hotel bed would work. And fuck he must be tired because he was rambling and he wasn’t even saying anything. He pushed himself upright and shook his head, eyes darting around the bar until they landed on Christian; who, really - where else would he be than surrounded by a group of giggling fangirls?
He weaved across the room to join him, slinging a companionable arm across his shoulders as he slid next to him, bumping his hip.
Christian flashed a grin at him, tugging an arm around his waist and holding him close. Yeah, Christian was definitely as tired as he was if he was displaying even a tiny bit of affection in public. “Hey.”
Steve grinned back, letting himself relax against Christian. “Hey.” His grin faltered when eyes more feline than human met his when Christian took a drink from the bottle in his hand, then offered it to Steve. Steve took the bottle, brow furrowing as concern started to burn its way through the haze of exhaustion and, as he watched Christian closely, it became clear to him that Christian was so tired he was having trouble concentrating on staying human form.
Christian’s eyes were definitely more feline than human, more gold than blue. He was rubbing at the top of his head with the side of a fist, tips of his ears starting to peek through his hair. His ability to keep up with the conversation waning as more and more of his concentration was needed to stop himself from switching back to his natural form and, as Steve slid a hand down to pat Christian on the ass, he could definitely feel his tail pressing against the seat of his jeans.
Steve swore and wrapped his arm tighter around Christian. He smoothly jumped into the conversation, apologising to the girls, telling them he was stealing Christian away because it was late, they were tired and they had a long day tomorrow. He steered Christian back across the room and grabbed their bags and guitars before leading him out of the door, propping him up against a wall before hailing a cab. He pushed Christian through the door, crawled in after him and gave the driver the address of their hotel.
“That was rude,” Christian muttered, even as he curled up against Steve, burying his head in his shoulder, nuzzling at his neck.
“I know,” Steve replied, pressing a kiss to the top of his head, stroking his hand through Christian’s hair. “But you’re sliding back to feline,” he whispered. “You’re barely holding your human form.”
“Yeah,” Christian agreed, shudder running through him. “You… how… fuck…”
“It’s ok, I got you. Just hold on a couple more minutes,” Steve promised, lifting Christian’s head and kissing him on the lips. “We’re almost back at the hotel, Chris.”
“K,” Christian whispered, laying his head back against Steve’s shoulder, his whole body vibrating with tension as he struggled to stay in his human form.
A few minutes later and, true to Steve’s word, the cab arrived at their hotel. They quickly exited the cab and made their way up to their room. Both men fell silent as they kicked off their shoes and stripped, sprawling down on the bed. A sigh of relief escaped Christian as he slumped back against the mattress, body shimmering as he relaxed and his natural form took over, his tail and fur grew. He mrowed softly as he stretched out, arching his back before sighed contentedly and curling around Steve, dragging the duvet up as sleep claimed them both.
Author: Cassie Morgan (badfalcon)
Fandom: RPS - ITBN
Categories: Christian Kane/Steve Carlson, Fantasy, AU, PWP
Rating: PG-13
Verse: kitty!christian
Thanks to: You, for reading. havenward for the beta and honeyjojames the prompt 'RPS, kitty!Chris/Steve, catch' that inspired this ficlet.
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: Christian's sprawled out on the centre of their bed, basking in the sun streaming in from the window
Steve swore as he stumbled, hitting his hip against the edge of the bar. He laughed under his breath and scrubbed his hand over his face, knocking back the last of his beer. It wasn’t even like he was that drunk… that tired, maybe; and not just tired - jet-lagged and sleep deprived and the caffeine was wearing off fast. Oh, what he wouldn’t give for his bed right now. Of course, his bed was a few thousand miles away but the hotel bed would work. And fuck he must be tired because he was rambling and he wasn’t even saying anything. He pushed himself upright and shook his head, eyes darting around the bar until they landed on Christian; who, really - where else would he be than surrounded by a group of giggling fangirls?
He weaved across the room to join him, slinging a companionable arm across his shoulders as he slid next to him, bumping his hip.
Christian flashed a grin at him, tugging an arm around his waist and holding him close. Yeah, Christian was definitely as tired as he was if he was displaying even a tiny bit of affection in public. “Hey.”
Steve grinned back, letting himself relax against Christian. “Hey.” His grin faltered when eyes more feline than human met his when Christian took a drink from the bottle in his hand, then offered it to Steve. Steve took the bottle, brow furrowing as concern started to burn its way through the haze of exhaustion and, as he watched Christian closely, it became clear to him that Christian was so tired he was having trouble concentrating on staying human form.
Christian’s eyes were definitely more feline than human, more gold than blue. He was rubbing at the top of his head with the side of a fist, tips of his ears starting to peek through his hair. His ability to keep up with the conversation waning as more and more of his concentration was needed to stop himself from switching back to his natural form and, as Steve slid a hand down to pat Christian on the ass, he could definitely feel his tail pressing against the seat of his jeans.
Steve swore and wrapped his arm tighter around Christian. He smoothly jumped into the conversation, apologising to the girls, telling them he was stealing Christian away because it was late, they were tired and they had a long day tomorrow. He steered Christian back across the room and grabbed their bags and guitars before leading him out of the door, propping him up against a wall before hailing a cab. He pushed Christian through the door, crawled in after him and gave the driver the address of their hotel.
“That was rude,” Christian muttered, even as he curled up against Steve, burying his head in his shoulder, nuzzling at his neck.
“I know,” Steve replied, pressing a kiss to the top of his head, stroking his hand through Christian’s hair. “But you’re sliding back to feline,” he whispered. “You’re barely holding your human form.”
“Yeah,” Christian agreed, shudder running through him. “You… how… fuck…”
“It’s ok, I got you. Just hold on a couple more minutes,” Steve promised, lifting Christian’s head and kissing him on the lips. “We’re almost back at the hotel, Chris.”
“K,” Christian whispered, laying his head back against Steve’s shoulder, his whole body vibrating with tension as he struggled to stay in his human form.
A few minutes later and, true to Steve’s word, the cab arrived at their hotel. They quickly exited the cab and made their way up to their room. Both men fell silent as they kicked off their shoes and stripped, sprawling down on the bed. A sigh of relief escaped Christian as he slumped back against the mattress, body shimmering as he relaxed and his natural form took over, his tail and fur grew. He mrowed softly as he stretched out, arching his back before sighed contentedly and curling around Steve, dragging the duvet up as sleep claimed them both.