[FIC] Tiger Tiger. PG-13. Christian/Steve
And here's my response to this week's Fic Friday
Step, turn, step step turn. Glare.
Step, turn, step step, turn. Glare.
Snarl.
Steve had seen this before. Christian's mood was going from its usual grump to downright dangerous.
Step, turn, step step turn. Glare.
Step, turn, step step, turn. Glare.
He'd started pacing in small, tight lengths not long ago. His eyes focused on their target, blue steel flashing in the dim Dante's lights.
Step, turn, step step turn. Glare.
Step, turn, step step, turn. Glare.
When he was like this, Steve could only think of Blake's "Tiger Tiger" and all its impotent rage. Something Christian would usually tease him for and he'd shoot back "Yeah, right, Mr Art History Major", but not right now.
Step, turn, step step turn. Glare.
Step, turn, step step, turn. Glare.
Shoulders tensed. Eyes narrowed.
Steve sighed and asked himself for the billionth time what the heckler ever thought he'd get out of this exchange. They showed up not infrequently, a guy who decided to accompany his girl to the gig. Get piss drunk, taunt Kane. Poke the Tiger through his self-imposed bars. Showing off, playing with fire.
Step, turn, step step turn. Glare.
Step, turn, step step, turn. Glare.
Christian balled his hands into fists, clenching and unclenching at his sides. Steve watched them, knowing all the things that Kane could do with those hands. The subtlety and raw violence they could invoke. Actor, singer, songwriter, lover; Christian Kane could still seriously fuck someone up.
Step, turn, step step turn. Glare.
Step, turn, step step, turn. Glare.
Steve grabbed for the open bottle of Jack and made his way over to Christian, to where Jason and Will had given him wide berth. He could smell the sweat, the musk, hear Christian mutter under his breath "...fucker... goddamn... mutherfucker... shit...". Clench and unclench.
Step, turn, step step turn. Glare.
Step, turn, step step, turn. Glare.
Steve stepped up beside him, into his space; the only one who'd dare to. "Hey..." he said when the steel gaze fixed on him. "Let it go."
Christian glared a moment more, then nodded and grunted; taking the proffered bottle of Jack from him. Steve was going to step away again, but Christian wrapped an arm around his waist, a band of sinew and muscle, still-balled fist hard against his back; pulled him in, chest to groin, against the coiled spring of his lover's body. Christian shot one more glare at the heckler, the moment gone, as Steve slowly contained him; one more time.
The tense stance and heat coming from Christian, told Steve that the aftermath sex would have him walking funny for at least a few days, but it had to be done.
But maybe next time, he'd let the tiger out of its cage and just see what happened.
Step, turn, step step turn. Glare.
Step, turn, step step, turn. Glare.
Step, turn, step step turn. Glare.
Step, turn, step step, turn. Glare.
Snarl.
Steve had seen this before. Christian's mood was going from its usual grump to downright dangerous.
Step, turn, step step turn. Glare.
Step, turn, step step, turn. Glare.
He'd started pacing in small, tight lengths not long ago. His eyes focused on their target, blue steel flashing in the dim Dante's lights.
Step, turn, step step turn. Glare.
Step, turn, step step, turn. Glare.
When he was like this, Steve could only think of Blake's "Tiger Tiger" and all its impotent rage. Something Christian would usually tease him for and he'd shoot back "Yeah, right, Mr Art History Major", but not right now.
Step, turn, step step turn. Glare.
Step, turn, step step, turn. Glare.
Shoulders tensed. Eyes narrowed.
Steve sighed and asked himself for the billionth time what the heckler ever thought he'd get out of this exchange. They showed up not infrequently, a guy who decided to accompany his girl to the gig. Get piss drunk, taunt Kane. Poke the Tiger through his self-imposed bars. Showing off, playing with fire.
Step, turn, step step turn. Glare.
Step, turn, step step, turn. Glare.
Christian balled his hands into fists, clenching and unclenching at his sides. Steve watched them, knowing all the things that Kane could do with those hands. The subtlety and raw violence they could invoke. Actor, singer, songwriter, lover; Christian Kane could still seriously fuck someone up.
Step, turn, step step turn. Glare.
Step, turn, step step, turn. Glare.
Steve grabbed for the open bottle of Jack and made his way over to Christian, to where Jason and Will had given him wide berth. He could smell the sweat, the musk, hear Christian mutter under his breath "...fucker... goddamn... mutherfucker... shit...". Clench and unclench.
Step, turn, step step turn. Glare.
Step, turn, step step, turn. Glare.
Steve stepped up beside him, into his space; the only one who'd dare to. "Hey..." he said when the steel gaze fixed on him. "Let it go."
Christian glared a moment more, then nodded and grunted; taking the proffered bottle of Jack from him. Steve was going to step away again, but Christian wrapped an arm around his waist, a band of sinew and muscle, still-balled fist hard against his back; pulled him in, chest to groin, against the coiled spring of his lover's body. Christian shot one more glare at the heckler, the moment gone, as Steve slowly contained him; one more time.
The tense stance and heat coming from Christian, told Steve that the aftermath sex would have him walking funny for at least a few days, but it had to be done.
But maybe next time, he'd let the tiger out of its cage and just see what happened.
Step, turn, step step turn. Glare.
Step, turn, step step, turn. Glare.