FIC: More Than I Deserve
Title: More Than I Deserve
Author: Cassie Morgan (falconkenobi@hotmail.com)
Fandom: RPS - Kane
Categories: Slash. Steve Carlson/Christian Kane. Fluff
Rating: PG-13
Thanks to: You, for reading this. Vickie, for the beta.
Disclaimer: Christian Kane & Steve Carlson are real people, and the events in this story are just that - fictional, figments of my sick and twisted imagination. Hell, call it a fantasy if it makes you feel better. Whatever. No rumours should be started in regards to any events in these works of fiction. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it.
Summary: Christian is tired, stressed, pissed off and wants nothing more than to be left alone. Steve… well, Steve disagrees with all of that…
But I do it every day
Sometimes even now
I wanna run away
But there you are
You're tryin' to please me
Yeah you stand your ground
It's more than I deserve'>
Christian was, Steve decided as he pushed the door open, far too quiet. Especially considering the storm he'd been cussing up most of the night. And nothing was flying across the room and smashing into the wall any more, so Steve was fairly sure he was safe to enter the room without risking bodily harm. He stepped into the room, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the lights, then frowning at the tension in Christian's shoulders and his rigid posture where he sat on the stool.
He crossed the room to stand behind Christian, their eyes meeting in the reflection of the glass. Steve quirked an eyebrow at the glare Christian was shooting, the set of his jaw and the way he crossed his arms over his chest. Refusing to flinch or leave, Steve instead wrapped his arms around him from behind, his arms over Christian's, pulling his back tight against his chest.
Without breaking eye contact with Steve, Christian narrowed his eyes, his glare intensifying but he didn't pull away. He exhaled heavily, jaw jutting defiantly but neither fought, nor relaxed into, Steve’s hold on him.
Smiling affectionately at Christian, Steve leaned over, pressing a kiss to his cheek. He felt, rather than saw Christian roll his eyes; another breath huffed out of him. But the glare disappeared as he closed his eyes, his expression softening as his lips curved into a pout, lower lip sticking out. Steve chuckled and leaned over, swiping his tongue over Christian's lips.
"Now that's just cheatin'," Christian complained, even as he leaned back against Steve, relaxing in his arms. He entwined his fingers with Steve's, blindly turning his head for another kiss.
"Never said it wasn't," Steve countered, kissing his way down Christian's jaw. He pulled back, spinning the stool around till Christian faced him. He leaned forward, kissing him again slowly and deeply; tongue lazily licking and exploring.
Chris moaned and wrapped his arms around Steve’s waist, pulling him close, between his spread legs.
“Chris…” Steve sighed, allowing himself to be pulled in, melting as the warmth and muscle of Christian surrounded him, engulfing his senses. He grinned against his lover’s lips, tongue teasing as his hands made their way to his shoulders. “No,” he shook his head, pulling Christian to his feet, pressing a finger over his lips as he opened his lips to speak, then biting down on his lower lip to stifle a moan as Christian sucked on the tip of it, “Not like this,” he whispered, “not here.” He brushed his lips over Christian’s and took his hand, “Come to bed, baby,” he suggested softly, leading Christian out of the room
~El Fin~
Author: Cassie Morgan (falconkenobi@hotmail.com)
Fandom: RPS - Kane
Categories: Slash. Steve Carlson/Christian Kane. Fluff
Rating: PG-13
Thanks to: You, for reading this. Vickie, for the beta.
Disclaimer: Christian Kane & Steve Carlson are real people, and the events in this story are just that - fictional, figments of my sick and twisted imagination. Hell, call it a fantasy if it makes you feel better. Whatever. No rumours should be started in regards to any events in these works of fiction. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it.
Summary: Christian is tired, stressed, pissed off and wants nothing more than to be left alone. Steve… well, Steve disagrees with all of that…
But I do it every day
Sometimes even now
I wanna run away
But there you are
You're tryin' to please me
Yeah you stand your ground
It's more than I deserve'>
Christian was, Steve decided as he pushed the door open, far too quiet. Especially considering the storm he'd been cussing up most of the night. And nothing was flying across the room and smashing into the wall any more, so Steve was fairly sure he was safe to enter the room without risking bodily harm. He stepped into the room, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the lights, then frowning at the tension in Christian's shoulders and his rigid posture where he sat on the stool.
He crossed the room to stand behind Christian, their eyes meeting in the reflection of the glass. Steve quirked an eyebrow at the glare Christian was shooting, the set of his jaw and the way he crossed his arms over his chest. Refusing to flinch or leave, Steve instead wrapped his arms around him from behind, his arms over Christian's, pulling his back tight against his chest.
Without breaking eye contact with Steve, Christian narrowed his eyes, his glare intensifying but he didn't pull away. He exhaled heavily, jaw jutting defiantly but neither fought, nor relaxed into, Steve’s hold on him.
Smiling affectionately at Christian, Steve leaned over, pressing a kiss to his cheek. He felt, rather than saw Christian roll his eyes; another breath huffed out of him. But the glare disappeared as he closed his eyes, his expression softening as his lips curved into a pout, lower lip sticking out. Steve chuckled and leaned over, swiping his tongue over Christian's lips.
"Now that's just cheatin'," Christian complained, even as he leaned back against Steve, relaxing in his arms. He entwined his fingers with Steve's, blindly turning his head for another kiss.
"Never said it wasn't," Steve countered, kissing his way down Christian's jaw. He pulled back, spinning the stool around till Christian faced him. He leaned forward, kissing him again slowly and deeply; tongue lazily licking and exploring.
Chris moaned and wrapped his arms around Steve’s waist, pulling him close, between his spread legs.
“Chris…” Steve sighed, allowing himself to be pulled in, melting as the warmth and muscle of Christian surrounded him, engulfing his senses. He grinned against his lover’s lips, tongue teasing as his hands made their way to his shoulders. “No,” he shook his head, pulling Christian to his feet, pressing a finger over his lips as he opened his lips to speak, then biting down on his lower lip to stifle a moan as Christian sucked on the tip of it, “Not like this,” he whispered, “not here.” He brushed his lips over Christian’s and took his hand, “Come to bed, baby,” he suggested softly, leading Christian out of the room
~El Fin~