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andrea_deer June 24 2009, 19:48:27 UTC
They had a bad start, because they based it on stupid assumptions and bunch of stereotypes. Texas' boys don't swing that way. Strong, buch cowboys don't like to play with other cowboys. Guys that can (and often do) hook up with sexy and hot girls in every town after concerts, don't much care for theirs band-mates. They don't ever think about it.

Which was so obviously bullshit.

Because they were Chris and Steve. The worked well together and just fitted. And sex was hot. So hot the mare idea of sex with each other got them hot and bothered for some time, before they finally faced what's going on. When they started fighting or discussing, or whatever. And ended up slightly more than slightly drunk and kissing and tearing at each others clothes.

Steve managed to pull away slightly, one of Chris hands caught in his hair, the other palming his ass through now barely holding on, open jeans.

"Sex... is not an answer," he stated with conviction only a drunk person can get, when he thinks he's speaking some great truth.

Chris just tagged his closer and pressed against him, rubbing his crotch against Steve's hip.

"Sure," he breathed. "You're abso-fucking-lutely right Carlson. Sex is never an answer." He pushed him in the direction of bedroom. "Sex is the question, Carlson. 'YES!' is an answer."

Steve chuckled and moaned, when one of Chris' hands moved to the front of his jeans and slide under his boxers, grabbing for his dick. He groaned loudly and tugged Chris to move quicker to that freaking bedroom... Or any flat surface they may walk upon.

"It sure as fuck is at least my answer."

"With you all the way, man!"

After all they ended on the wall. And the floor next to it. (And bed to, but only in the morning.)

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havenward June 24 2009, 22:49:43 UTC
:snickers: That was great, thank you!

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andrea_deer June 25 2009, 08:22:42 UTC
You're welcome! I'm glad you liked! :)

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