Fic: Kane or Carlson?
Title: Kane or Carlson?
Characters: Chris/Steve
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 1,075
Warning: Chick-flick moment, (the story is set a couple years from now).
Summary: Chris asked Steve to marry him and Steve said yes, but when are things ever that simple?
Disclaimer: Christian and Steve belong to themselves. I do not know them. This is 100% fiction, a.k.a. Not Real!
Author’s note: This is all ldyghst ’s fault. Thank you!
And a big thanks to my beta sammys_grl . Any and all mistakes are mine.
All my other work can be found in my master post.
“Steven Paul Kane. That sounds just perfect.” Chris said out of the blue as they’re lying in each other’s arms on sweat soaked sheets, both trying to catch their breath from another round of sex.
“What?!? What are you talking about? I’m not changing my name!” Steve sat up and looked at Chris like he’s crazy.
“Well, not for you music of course, but for personal things; why wouldn’t you change your last name once we’re married?” Chris sounded honestly confused, which pissed Steve off even more.
“Why should I be the one to change names? I like Carlson, it’s a good name. You change yours. Christian Michael Carlson, yeah that sounds really good.”
“No way! I’m no Carlson!”
“Well… Fuck You!” Steve yelled at Chris. He got out of bed, paused just long enough to put on his boxer briefs that had been discarded on the floor hours ago, and stormed out of the room, leaving a bewildered Chris in bed, who was wondering what the hell just happened. He was the one with the temper, not Steve.
Chris got out of bed and followed his fiancé. That morning he had asked Steve to marry him. Ever since the California court and government finally agreed that every person has equal rights, Chris has been planning to make an honest man out of Steve, and until now everything had gone off better than he had hoped. Not only had Steve said yes right away, they had stayed indoors all day to ‘celebrate’. Until now…
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He found Steve in their sound proof home studio, sitting on the floor with his favorite acoustic guitar in his lap, not playing, just sitting there holding it. The door had been closed, but luckily not locked, so Chris quietly entered and slowly approached the blond.
“Steve, what’s wrong?” Chris almost whispered as he sat down behind Steve, enveloping him with his arms, holding him close.
“I don’t want your damn name.” Steve answered, trying to sound angry, but ending up sounding sullen.
“Okay.” Chris said, and he meant it; he didn’t really care, and he was pretty sure that Steve didn’t either. Something else was bothering his lover. After a few minutes of silence, Chris repeated his question. “What’s wrong, baby?”
“Nothing.” Steve snapped as he tried to get up, but Chris held on tight and pulled him back.
“Come on, please talk to me.”
Steve stayed silent, but he also stayed still in Chris’ arms, so Chris continued talking. “Did you change your mind, is that it? It’s alright if you don’t want to get married, as long as we’re together I’m happy.”
“I don’t know.” Steve admitted honestly, and Chris’ heart felt like it just got stomped on by Steve’s snake skin boots. “Yeah, we love each other,” Steve continued, “but neither of us is very good at being monogamous.” It was said as a matter of fact, but Steve’s stiff posture gave away that he was upset.
Chris didn’t know what to say; Steve was right, they both screwed around. But they had been together for 14 years, and no matter how many lovers there had been, they always came back to each other. “True. What do you want Steve?” he asked gently “What do you want from us, what do you want 10 years from now?”
Steve turned around and kissed Chris softly on the lips with a sad smile. “You, only you; I want you all to myself.”
Chris mentally kicked himself hearing Steve’s insecurity as he asked for Chris to be completely and only his like he has no right to expect that from him. After Chris proposed, they didn’t talk; Chris assumed that asking Steve to marry him would say it all. But all Steve had heard was ‘you and me forever’ and not ‘you’re the only one for me’ as Chris had intended. At least, now that he thought about it that was his intent; Steve is all he’d ever need. Chris wasn’t much of a thinker; he just usually jumped in with both feet and worried about the rest later, if at all. Even though it had hurt the other one each and every time, they had always had an open relationship. It was just the way they worked. Whether it was because they also both like women, or because at times they would not see each other for months, Chris wasn’t sure, but it had always been like that, and they never talked about it.
He had always said that he wasn’t boyfriend material, and it was true. A good husband though, Chris could do that. Maybe it didn’t make sense to anyone but him, especially after years of screwing around, but to him marriage should be monogamous and he doesn’t expect to have a problem with that at all. Of course, he had never talked about that with Steve or anyone else.
Steve was still in his lap, but had turned his head to stare at the floor as Chris took some time to think before responding. “Steve.” Chris whispered to get his attention, and leaned in for a kiss once Steve looked at him. “If you want me, you got me. There will be no one else; not for you and not for me, just us.”
“Are you sure? You’re okay with that?” Steve asked with hope clearly in his eyes.
“Definitely.” Chris promised, asking again “Will you marry me?” knowing that now they both knew what that meant.
“Yes!” Steve almost yelled with a huge smile on his face.
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After another round of love making, right there on floor. Steve asked out of the blue. “How about Steve Carlson-Kane and Christian Carlson-Kane?”
“Hmmm, I don’t know, it doesn’t have the same ring to it as Chris and Steve Kane-Carlson.” Chris countered seriously.
Steve got up, worrying Chris for just a second, before he turned around and offered Chris a hand to get up. He dragged him to the bathroom for a much needed shower.
As they were sharing sweet kisses while rinsing off under the hot water, Steve broke the silence. “Steve Kane-Carlson. You know what? I really like the sound of that. Do you want to pick a wedding date while making ourselves some dinner, Mr. Christian Kane-Carlson?”
Another kiss that took Steve’s breath away was Chris’ answer. “Let’s make that date be sometime soon; I don’t want to be just Kane any longer.”
The End