Steve's picky about his clothes and he's picky about his makeup. Just because he likes to wear a little black (okay, a lot of black) doesn't mean he has to look sloppy or has to look like a girl. He's very particular about it all, but damn if he's also a little scatterbrained.
He's completely forgotten his eyeliner, and there's sure as hell no time to go back to the apartment and get it before they're due to be on stage. He leans back and huffs, the chains strung around his jeans clinking lightly against the handcuffs attached at each hip. "Well, fuck."
"'Sup darlin'?" Chris asks as he finishes lacing up his boots. Steve is mesmerized by the steady flick and swish of the cords and straps, the darting flashes of black nails against tan skin. Chris grins at him and shakes his head. "C'mon man, you gotta finish your make-up."
Steve sighs. "Can't. Don't have my eyeliner."
Chris worries at his bottom lip a moment. "Don't Jare use the same brand you do?"
Steve tries not to balk at him. "Have you seen the way he abuses that thing? I'd blind myself just attempting to put it near my eye, or end up with half my face turned black." He snaps his leather cuffs in place, rakes his fingers through his blond, slightly curling locks and tries not to be frustrated with his own reflection. He looks wrong without the eyeliner.
"Here, use mine." Chris offers the pencil out to him. "It ain't the right stuff, but it's better than nothin' right?"
"I guess..." Steve sighs a little. Better than nothing... "But I'm not used to using a pencil." It was not the same as the liquid liner he used, with even, perfect brush strokes.
"Then lemme do it." Chris pushes him gently into the chair, straddling his knees and hooking a finger under his chin to tip his head back. He pushes Steve's hair out of the way, fingers lingering on the curve of his forehead before getting to work. "Look up."
The pencil makes his eye itch, but Chris' fingers are still on his chin, his breath steady and soft against Steve's face, so he doesn't move. He can tell by feel that Chris is making the lines thick, smudging them a little with a delicate touch of his pinky in an attempt to emulate what Steve normally does. Steve lets his hands settle on Chris' hips, his thumbs fiddling with the bottom of his t-shirt and the straps and chains attached to his belt loops. Steve closes his eyes and he does the same with the top.
"You trust me?" Chris murmurs softly. Steve opens his eyes, fingers tightening on the slip of skin between the bottom of his shirt and the top of his pants. He doesn't need to answer, Chris knows that he does. "Close your eyes again and hold still."
Chris tips his face to another angle, pencil tip playing at the corner of his left eye before sweeping out and down before curling onto his cheek. It takes all of Steve's effort not to twitch, not to ask what Chris is doing exactly. To not panic because he trusts Chris, he does, and Chris knows he's fussy. Another long moment passes, the only sound between them their mingling breath and the gentle scrape of the pencil.
At last he's done, his free hand sliding down onto Steve's chest. He bites his lip, eyes darkening. And when he shifts back enough to let him look in the mirror, Steve can feel his hard on through their jeans.
He turns and leans enough to see his reflection again. The eyeliner is more than good enough, if not perfect. And on the left side is a perfectly done Eye of Horus, the curves matching to the curve of his cheekbone. He looks back up at Chris. "It's beautiful..." Steve slides his hands up Chris' sides, leaning forward to rock their hips together as he pulls Chris down for a kiss.
"Hey now!" Jared cries out, bursting in and collapsing into the other chair to root around for his gummy worms. "No pre-show hanky-panky! We're due on stage in two minutes..."
Steve kisses Chris once more before letting him stand. He stands, and Jared bounds out the door ahead of them, a neon green worm dangling from his lips. Steve steps up behind Chris, one arm snaking around him before they head out into the hallway. He palms Chris' cock, pressing along the length as he pulls his hand away. "After," he promises, and Chris shivers a little against him.
You sure you don't want to leave more prompts today? ;)
Also, as a random side note: I've decided just at this moment that Jared can't sing either. Like Jare in real life, y'know? So they let him eat gummy worms on stage so he can't try either... Hehehe
He's completely forgotten his eyeliner, and there's sure as hell no time to go back to the apartment and get it before they're due to be on stage. He leans back and huffs, the chains strung around his jeans clinking lightly against the handcuffs attached at each hip. "Well, fuck."
"'Sup darlin'?" Chris asks as he finishes lacing up his boots. Steve is mesmerized by the steady flick and swish of the cords and straps, the darting flashes of black nails against tan skin. Chris grins at him and shakes his head. "C'mon man, you gotta finish your make-up."
Steve sighs. "Can't. Don't have my eyeliner."
Chris worries at his bottom lip a moment. "Don't Jare use the same brand you do?"
Steve tries not to balk at him. "Have you seen the way he abuses that thing? I'd blind myself just attempting to put it near my eye, or end up with half my face turned black." He snaps his leather cuffs in place, rakes his fingers through his blond, slightly curling locks and tries not to be frustrated with his own reflection. He looks wrong without the eyeliner.
"Here, use mine." Chris offers the pencil out to him. "It ain't the right stuff, but it's better than nothin' right?"
"I guess..." Steve sighs a little. Better than nothing... "But I'm not used to using a pencil." It was not the same as the liquid liner he used, with even, perfect brush strokes.
"Then lemme do it." Chris pushes him gently into the chair, straddling his knees and hooking a finger under his chin to tip his head back. He pushes Steve's hair out of the way, fingers lingering on the curve of his forehead before getting to work. "Look up."
The pencil makes his eye itch, but Chris' fingers are still on his chin, his breath steady and soft against Steve's face, so he doesn't move. He can tell by feel that Chris is making the lines thick, smudging them a little with a delicate touch of his pinky in an attempt to emulate what Steve normally does. Steve lets his hands settle on Chris' hips, his thumbs fiddling with the bottom of his t-shirt and the straps and chains attached to his belt loops. Steve closes his eyes and he does the same with the top.
"You trust me?" Chris murmurs softly. Steve opens his eyes, fingers tightening on the slip of skin between the bottom of his shirt and the top of his pants. He doesn't need to answer, Chris knows that he does. "Close your eyes again and hold still."
Chris tips his face to another angle, pencil tip playing at the corner of his left eye before sweeping out and down before curling onto his cheek. It takes all of Steve's effort not to twitch, not to ask what Chris is doing exactly. To not panic because he trusts Chris, he does, and Chris knows he's fussy. Another long moment passes, the only sound between them their mingling breath and the gentle scrape of the pencil.
At last he's done, his free hand sliding down onto Steve's chest. He bites his lip, eyes darkening. And when he shifts back enough to let him look in the mirror, Steve can feel his hard on through their jeans.
He turns and leans enough to see his reflection again. The eyeliner is more than good enough, if not perfect. And on the left side is a perfectly done Eye of Horus, the curves matching to the curve of his cheekbone. He looks back up at Chris. "It's beautiful..." Steve slides his hands up Chris' sides, leaning forward to rock their hips together as he pulls Chris down for a kiss.
"Hey now!" Jared cries out, bursting in and collapsing into the other chair to root around for his gummy worms. "No pre-show hanky-panky! We're due on stage in two minutes..."
Steve kisses Chris once more before letting him stand. He stands, and Jared bounds out the door ahead of them, a neon green worm dangling from his lips. Steve steps up behind Chris, one arm snaking around him before they head out into the hallway. He palms Chris' cock, pressing along the length as he pulls his hand away. "After," he promises, and Chris shivers a little against him.
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Not that the rest isn't gorgeous and hot and very cool, but. Jared. *giggles*
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*thud*
*whimperflail*
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You sure you don't want to leave more prompts today? ;)
Also, as a random side note:
I've decided just at this moment that Jared can't sing either. Like Jare in real life, y'know? So they let him eat gummy worms on stage so he can't try either... Hehehe
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And *gigglefit* at the image of Jared with black lipstick, dangling a blue gummiworm...
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PS: Isn't your birthday coming up?
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Yup, 8th of March. Turning 39. Wohoo. *g*
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I can hopefully manage more Firefly Leverage for you. Been looking for an appropriate plot :D
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*goes shooing plot bunnies your way*
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In all seriousness? I ♥ you ;p
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