Chris/Clayne drabble - On the down low
Title: On the down low
Fandom: Kane RPS
Pairing: Christian Kane, Clayne Crawford
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: Its not true, I wish it were but its not
A/N: No beta as its just a drabble so all mistakes my own
Christian had spent the whole day thinking about how Clayne looked in those handcuffs and as a result had spent the best part of the day trying to disguise how hard he was from the rest of the crew. But Clayne knew…. he’d meet his sneaked glances with a knowing half smile on his face, more than aware of just how much he was affecting Christian.
Earlier that day Christian had been interviewed about the return of Quinn and had trotted out his much used phrase ‘my good friend’ when talking about Clayne but that phrase didn’t even begin to cover what it was that they had.
Neither of the men had sought to qualify their relationship, neither had they made any demands on each other. Their encounters were infrequent at best but there was an indefinable something that bound them together and the times that they’d worked together had resulted in several passionate evenings. Once filming was complete however, they would part company as though nothing had happened and it wouldn’t be mentioned again…. until the next time their paths crossed
This relationship of sorts was an unspoken agreement between them now and the first thing that Christian had done when he found out Clayne had accepted another guest appearance on Leverage was to send him a text ‘You’re staying with me’. Claynes reply had been equally succinct ‘You got it’
And now here they were, heading back to Christians place, and the tension between them was palpable once again. That tension would dissipate once Christian had Clayne slammed up against his apartment wall and tomorrow, when they made the same journey, there would be chatter and laughter instead of stilted nervous conversation. Clayne had flown in late last night and stayed out by the airport so the first time they’d seen each other was on set this morning; it hadn’t stopped Clayne from sending Christian a text last night telling him exactly what he wanted to do with him once they were alone, and all that had done was ramp up the tension throughout today.
Tonight was all about their re-connection without them having to actually discuss or acknowledge what it was they were doing; tonight there’d be no talk of Claynes wife or Christians girlfriend, tonight would be about them exploring a primal calling, satisfying one another in a way that no woman could. And tomorrow? Well that would be less frantic, less animalistic and there’d be more tender touches and more whispered desires, there’d be re-visiting of past experiences and talk of what they both wanted from this week. Then there’d be harder touches, enough to make marks - nothing that couldn’t be explained away by the fight scenes - , marks that would still be there when the week ended, marks that would allow them to re-call these moments when they were back in their normal lives.
All too soon the week of filming would come to an end and Clayne would fly back home and Christian would go out with the boys and drink himself into a stupor; but he wouldn’t acknowledge why. And, if when they went their separate ways it stung both their hearts just a little, they wouldn’t talk about it, wouldn’t say what was really on their mind, because, well, they were guys and this didn’t mean anything; not really, did it? So they’ll fist bump and say ‘see you around’ and go back to the lives that they are happy for people to see and close the book on that particular chapter of their lives… again… until the next time…..
Fandom: Kane RPS
Pairing: Christian Kane, Clayne Crawford
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: Its not true, I wish it were but its not
A/N: No beta as its just a drabble so all mistakes my own
Christian had spent the whole day thinking about how Clayne looked in those handcuffs and as a result had spent the best part of the day trying to disguise how hard he was from the rest of the crew. But Clayne knew…. he’d meet his sneaked glances with a knowing half smile on his face, more than aware of just how much he was affecting Christian.
Earlier that day Christian had been interviewed about the return of Quinn and had trotted out his much used phrase ‘my good friend’ when talking about Clayne but that phrase didn’t even begin to cover what it was that they had.
Neither of the men had sought to qualify their relationship, neither had they made any demands on each other. Their encounters were infrequent at best but there was an indefinable something that bound them together and the times that they’d worked together had resulted in several passionate evenings. Once filming was complete however, they would part company as though nothing had happened and it wouldn’t be mentioned again…. until the next time their paths crossed
This relationship of sorts was an unspoken agreement between them now and the first thing that Christian had done when he found out Clayne had accepted another guest appearance on Leverage was to send him a text ‘You’re staying with me’. Claynes reply had been equally succinct ‘You got it’
And now here they were, heading back to Christians place, and the tension between them was palpable once again. That tension would dissipate once Christian had Clayne slammed up against his apartment wall and tomorrow, when they made the same journey, there would be chatter and laughter instead of stilted nervous conversation. Clayne had flown in late last night and stayed out by the airport so the first time they’d seen each other was on set this morning; it hadn’t stopped Clayne from sending Christian a text last night telling him exactly what he wanted to do with him once they were alone, and all that had done was ramp up the tension throughout today.
Tonight was all about their re-connection without them having to actually discuss or acknowledge what it was they were doing; tonight there’d be no talk of Claynes wife or Christians girlfriend, tonight would be about them exploring a primal calling, satisfying one another in a way that no woman could. And tomorrow? Well that would be less frantic, less animalistic and there’d be more tender touches and more whispered desires, there’d be re-visiting of past experiences and talk of what they both wanted from this week. Then there’d be harder touches, enough to make marks - nothing that couldn’t be explained away by the fight scenes - , marks that would still be there when the week ended, marks that would allow them to re-call these moments when they were back in their normal lives.
All too soon the week of filming would come to an end and Clayne would fly back home and Christian would go out with the boys and drink himself into a stupor; but he wouldn’t acknowledge why. And, if when they went their separate ways it stung both their hearts just a little, they wouldn’t talk about it, wouldn’t say what was really on their mind, because, well, they were guys and this didn’t mean anything; not really, did it? So they’ll fist bump and say ‘see you around’ and go back to the lives that they are happy for people to see and close the book on that particular chapter of their lives… again… until the next time…..