<--Me
I do this. I have done this. This is nothing new, this fic-xating on a not-so-popular OTP and ~running with it. But while Mike/Misha was relatively, oh, nonexistent, there's so much more MATERIAL for Chris and Steve and i honestly feel like i'm floundering a little bit under the sheer SLASH.
I mean, just look at THIS. Yes, the font is really tiny, but if you suffer through it--I mean, TALK ABOUT PROOF THEY ARE BOYFRIENDS.
THEY TALK ABOUT KISSING EACH OTHER:
STEVE: The question is, could I have kissed Chris better than kissing Julie? [laughs] One time!! We were drunk! We were in London...
AND AND AND:
CHRIS: [...]Steve's an unbelieveable cook, so I can't take that from him, 'cause when I learned, I learned from him. So I love to cook, I cook every day, that's my favorite thing to do. But he [Steve] went to culinary school so...fuck him! You won. He's a really really good cook, so that's your thing Steve...
AND IF LICKING STEVE'S THUMB WASN'T ENOUGH FOR YOU:
CHRIS (TO STEVE): Well, I like hands, you know I like hands. It's one of my favorite body parts...besides the legs, the ass and the boobs. I loooove hands! 'Cause they're on you and you can feel them and I feel that a lot of emotion comes out of that...and the legs, ass and boobs. [laughs] Take that.
PLUS...omg, idek, Chris's favorite joke is the frayed knot. I just. I don't know what to do with that.
Also, this is yet another happy place. GUITAR!KISSING. I ship it.
And, last thing: waterofthemoon wrote On A Saturday Night Somewhere, Chris/Steve post-gig smut. OMNOMNOMNOM.
So basically, um. Yeah. *overwhelmed*