Fic: Not A 'White Horse' Kinda Thing
Title: Not A 'White Horse' Kinda Thing
Word Count: 1,180
Pairing: Chris/Steve
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: This is a complete work of fiction, people.
Summary: Chris and Steve's relationship through Aldis's eyes.
A/N: I had this one scene in my head of a jealous Chris, and for some reason decided that Aldis should be all introspective about it. I dunno. *shrugs* Hope you all enjoy :) The title references Christian Kane's "A Different Kind Of Knight". There is also a companion /sequel called Tie Me Down To The Track
See I'm a different kind of knight.
You're gonna find your fairy tales are lies.
I don't have a white horse,
But you can come along for the ride.
Aldis took a drink of his beer as he leaned against the doorway. Today had been a good day. It was the end of the week, and they had only had a half-day of filming. The rest of the day had been devoted to guest star scenes. After lunch with Beth, he had spent the afternoon playing online video games. Yeah, Hardison had rubbed off a little on him. Geek power, baby!
Some of Christian’s friends had decided to visit over the weekend, and because of the half-day, Chris had decided to throw a little get together with friends, coworkers, and crew. So that was where Aldis was now, relaxing with a beer and some friends. Half-days rocked, y’all.
They had played some basketball earlier on, and Aldis and Jared had owned, and hadn’t shut up until Jensen had enough and sprayed them with the hose. Now Aldis had a belly full of steak and beer, and was at that point in the night where he was content to stand and watch.
Tim was over fiddling with the stereo and chatting with David Boreanez. Aldis had hung out with David a few times before, and could see why Chris called him his best friend- the guy was nice, friendly, and damn funny. Didn’t hurt that both Angel and Seeley Booth were kick-ass.
Gina was talking with Chris and Jensen. Jared was laughing along with them, arm over the back of the couch behind Jensen’s head. Aldis could understand that they were sequestered alone in Vancouver most of the year, but seriously. Codependent, much?
Beth was talking with some crew guys, and the rest of the people were scattered around the room talking and laughing amongst themselves.
And then there was Chris’s… Steve.
Aldis had been confused as hell when he had found out about Steve. After a few months of filming the first season of Leverage, Aldis thought he knew Chris pretty well. He was a man’s man. Loved beer, barbeques, baseball, fixing shit, and women. He was as down-home country as they came. Hell, the man was in a country music band. Granted, he was always talking about his partner, Steve Carlson. But Aldis had thought he meant music partner. And then Gina had explained to him that, no, he meant partner partner. As in, like, loving of the gay kind.
When he confronted Chris about it, his normally warm friend had glared and asked, “You have a problem with it?” Damn, but Chris was a mean sonuvabitch when he wanted to be.
And with the look in Chris’s eyes, Aldis had no choice but to lift his hand with a “naw, man, I’m cool”.
And he didn’t have a problem with it, seriously. He was just really… surprised. Threw him for a loop. He had gotten used to the idea, though, and asked Chris about Steve often enough, like he asked Tim about his wife and kids, Gina about her boyfriend, and Beth about her son.
This was the first time that Aldis had actually hung out with Steve other than the few “Hey, guys, this is Steve, see y’all later” times with Chris over the past year.
It was kind of weird. Not the gay thing, really, ‘cause to each his own and all. But, Chris and Steve. They were really different. Chris was all Texas and Oklahoma, whiskey and cowboy boots. He was southern charm with the ladies, and had this… energy about him that was perfect for being the front man of a band. He was warm, friendly and open, but also didn’t give a second thought to snap at someone who was annoying him. Steve, on the other hand, seemed the opposite. Granted, Aldis hadn’t known him for long, but he seemed the typical California surfer dude. From what he’d heard, Steve would gladly travel the world barefoot if he could, and he was currently chatting with a crew member in nothing but worn shorts, lazily fingering his guitar strings. He seemed friendly enough, don’t get him wrong, but he was obviously so much more laid back than Chris. In the few times Aldis had met him, Steve had seemed calm and steady where Chris was raring to go, content to take things slow while Chris was determined to get something done. So, yeah. Weird.
And apparently a buzzed Aldis was an introspective one. He shook himself out of his thoughts and back to the present, looking over at Steve again. The crew guy (Kyle? Karl?) had moved closer and was now resting a hand on Steve’s knee.
Aldis raised an eyebrow, and looked over at Chris to see if he had noticed. And, unfortunately, he had. He saw the moment that Chris glanced over towards Steve. He was laughing at something Jensen had said, and when he spotted Steve and the guy, the smile dropped from his mouth. He tensed up, his eyes narrowed as they honed in on the hand on Steve’s knee, and Aldis could have sworn there was a growl. He watched as Chris stalked over and grabbed the crew guy’s wrist, pulling it away from Steve.
Aldis stepped closer, just in case things got rough and he had to step in. It seemed unnecessary, though, ’cause Kyle/Karl looked like he was so scared his knees were knockin’. Chris was talking quietly, so Aldis couldn’t hear all of what was said, but he could hear the edge of steel in Chris’s voice. He leaned closer.
“… my boyfriend. Got it?”
Damn. Apparently Chris was possessive, too. Man, if a guy treated him like that? He wasn’t gay or anything, he liked the boobs. But if a guy went all growly like that over him? There’d be hell to pay, y’all.
But apparently Steve didn’t feel the same way. Aldis glanced down at him, and the guy was smiling, of all things. Like this was funny. Lord, the man was crazy.
Then he watched as Steve reached up and touched Chris on the waist, and Chris glanced at Steve, then released the crew guy with a few words, simple as that. He just… obeyed. Damn.
As the two walked away, Chris tugging Steve gently down the hallway, Aldis realized that maybe the reason that they worked was because they were so different. Maybe Steve was laid back enough to deal with Chris’s temper. And maybe Chris was grounded by Steve’s level head. Maybe they complimented each other.
And seriously? He needed to kill this introspective buzz.
A few glasses of water later, and Aldis was headed down the hallway, trying to find the bathroom. As he turned on the light, he heard some commotion in a room farther ahead. Thinking there might be a drunken fight he had to break up, Aldis walked towards the door.
And then stopped dead in horror.
“Mmmmphmm, mine, mine, yeah, uh..”
“God, yes, Chris-ah!”
Aldis slapped his hands over his ears. Aw, hell naw, man! He did not want to hear that! He hurried back down the hallway.
Yeah, Chris and Steve were freakin’ made for each other. He needed vodka.
On to sequel...
Word Count: 1,180
Pairing: Chris/Steve
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: This is a complete work of fiction, people.
Summary: Chris and Steve's relationship through Aldis's eyes.
A/N: I had this one scene in my head of a jealous Chris, and for some reason decided that Aldis should be all introspective about it. I dunno. *shrugs* Hope you all enjoy :) The title references Christian Kane's "A Different Kind Of Knight". There is also a companion /sequel called Tie Me Down To The Track
See I'm a different kind of knight.
You're gonna find your fairy tales are lies.
I don't have a white horse,
But you can come along for the ride.
Aldis took a drink of his beer as he leaned against the doorway. Today had been a good day. It was the end of the week, and they had only had a half-day of filming. The rest of the day had been devoted to guest star scenes. After lunch with Beth, he had spent the afternoon playing online video games. Yeah, Hardison had rubbed off a little on him. Geek power, baby!
Some of Christian’s friends had decided to visit over the weekend, and because of the half-day, Chris had decided to throw a little get together with friends, coworkers, and crew. So that was where Aldis was now, relaxing with a beer and some friends. Half-days rocked, y’all.
They had played some basketball earlier on, and Aldis and Jared had owned, and hadn’t shut up until Jensen had enough and sprayed them with the hose. Now Aldis had a belly full of steak and beer, and was at that point in the night where he was content to stand and watch.
Tim was over fiddling with the stereo and chatting with David Boreanez. Aldis had hung out with David a few times before, and could see why Chris called him his best friend- the guy was nice, friendly, and damn funny. Didn’t hurt that both Angel and Seeley Booth were kick-ass.
Gina was talking with Chris and Jensen. Jared was laughing along with them, arm over the back of the couch behind Jensen’s head. Aldis could understand that they were sequestered alone in Vancouver most of the year, but seriously. Codependent, much?
Beth was talking with some crew guys, and the rest of the people were scattered around the room talking and laughing amongst themselves.
And then there was Chris’s… Steve.
Aldis had been confused as hell when he had found out about Steve. After a few months of filming the first season of Leverage, Aldis thought he knew Chris pretty well. He was a man’s man. Loved beer, barbeques, baseball, fixing shit, and women. He was as down-home country as they came. Hell, the man was in a country music band. Granted, he was always talking about his partner, Steve Carlson. But Aldis had thought he meant music partner. And then Gina had explained to him that, no, he meant partner partner. As in, like, loving of the gay kind.
When he confronted Chris about it, his normally warm friend had glared and asked, “You have a problem with it?” Damn, but Chris was a mean sonuvabitch when he wanted to be.
And with the look in Chris’s eyes, Aldis had no choice but to lift his hand with a “naw, man, I’m cool”.
And he didn’t have a problem with it, seriously. He was just really… surprised. Threw him for a loop. He had gotten used to the idea, though, and asked Chris about Steve often enough, like he asked Tim about his wife and kids, Gina about her boyfriend, and Beth about her son.
This was the first time that Aldis had actually hung out with Steve other than the few “Hey, guys, this is Steve, see y’all later” times with Chris over the past year.
It was kind of weird. Not the gay thing, really, ‘cause to each his own and all. But, Chris and Steve. They were really different. Chris was all Texas and Oklahoma, whiskey and cowboy boots. He was southern charm with the ladies, and had this… energy about him that was perfect for being the front man of a band. He was warm, friendly and open, but also didn’t give a second thought to snap at someone who was annoying him. Steve, on the other hand, seemed the opposite. Granted, Aldis hadn’t known him for long, but he seemed the typical California surfer dude. From what he’d heard, Steve would gladly travel the world barefoot if he could, and he was currently chatting with a crew member in nothing but worn shorts, lazily fingering his guitar strings. He seemed friendly enough, don’t get him wrong, but he was obviously so much more laid back than Chris. In the few times Aldis had met him, Steve had seemed calm and steady where Chris was raring to go, content to take things slow while Chris was determined to get something done. So, yeah. Weird.
And apparently a buzzed Aldis was an introspective one. He shook himself out of his thoughts and back to the present, looking over at Steve again. The crew guy (Kyle? Karl?) had moved closer and was now resting a hand on Steve’s knee.
Aldis raised an eyebrow, and looked over at Chris to see if he had noticed. And, unfortunately, he had. He saw the moment that Chris glanced over towards Steve. He was laughing at something Jensen had said, and when he spotted Steve and the guy, the smile dropped from his mouth. He tensed up, his eyes narrowed as they honed in on the hand on Steve’s knee, and Aldis could have sworn there was a growl. He watched as Chris stalked over and grabbed the crew guy’s wrist, pulling it away from Steve.
Aldis stepped closer, just in case things got rough and he had to step in. It seemed unnecessary, though, ’cause Kyle/Karl looked like he was so scared his knees were knockin’. Chris was talking quietly, so Aldis couldn’t hear all of what was said, but he could hear the edge of steel in Chris’s voice. He leaned closer.
“… my boyfriend. Got it?”
Damn. Apparently Chris was possessive, too. Man, if a guy treated him like that? He wasn’t gay or anything, he liked the boobs. But if a guy went all growly like that over him? There’d be hell to pay, y’all.
But apparently Steve didn’t feel the same way. Aldis glanced down at him, and the guy was smiling, of all things. Like this was funny. Lord, the man was crazy.
Then he watched as Steve reached up and touched Chris on the waist, and Chris glanced at Steve, then released the crew guy with a few words, simple as that. He just… obeyed. Damn.
As the two walked away, Chris tugging Steve gently down the hallway, Aldis realized that maybe the reason that they worked was because they were so different. Maybe Steve was laid back enough to deal with Chris’s temper. And maybe Chris was grounded by Steve’s level head. Maybe they complimented each other.
And seriously? He needed to kill this introspective buzz.
A few glasses of water later, and Aldis was headed down the hallway, trying to find the bathroom. As he turned on the light, he heard some commotion in a room farther ahead. Thinking there might be a drunken fight he had to break up, Aldis walked towards the door.
And then stopped dead in horror.
“Mmmmphmm, mine, mine, yeah, uh..”
“God, yes, Chris-ah!”
Aldis slapped his hands over his ears. Aw, hell naw, man! He did not want to hear that! He hurried back down the hallway.
Yeah, Chris and Steve were freakin’ made for each other. He needed vodka.
On to sequel...