FIC: You Got A Hold On Me
Title: You Got A Hold On Me
Author: Cassie Morgan(badfalcon)
Fandom: RPS - Kane
Categories: Christian Kane/Steve Carlson,
Rating: R
Thanks to: You, for reading. bellasianna as ever, for the beta, handholding, and encouragement
Disclaimer: Steve Carlson & Christian Kane 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 has a jealous, possessive streak and he loves proving to everyone that Steve is his, loves it when Steve smells of sex and has come staining his pants. But then again, things never work out quite right for him...
Christian stalked across the room, his jaw hard and his eyes on Steve. He ignored the eyes he could feel staring after him as he resolutely ignored everyone, including their fans. There was a small part of him that acknowledged he was being rude but mostly, he couldn't bring himself to care. Not when he could see how stressed Steve was. He easily parted the crowd around his partner, one hand moving to his elbow. He flashed a quick, apologetic grin at the crowd around them. "Gonna have to steal him away from you," he explained, biting down on the urge to slap the redhead's pawing hands away from Steve's chest. "Need to talk to him and we gotta get ready for our set." He didn't give anyone, not even Steve, chance to respond before was he tugging on Steve's arm, pulling him away from the cluster of people around him to lead him across the packed floor and into the relative quiet of their dressing room.
"Thank you." Steve sank down onto the couch, catching the beer Christian threw at him before joining him. He leaned over and cupped Christian's cheek in his hand, kissing him quickly. "Did you really need to talk to me?"
Christian shook his head. "No. And one of these days I'm just gonna leave you there with them."
"No you're not." Steve laughed softly when Christian shrugged one shoulder and popped the top off his beer.
"I should."
"Maybe," Steve countered, taking a drink. "But you won't. Second they start touching me you're there like a shot, stealing me away." He shook his head, squeezing Christian's leg at the dark look that crossed over his face. "Hey… Hey, Chris." He waited for Christian to meet his eyes. "Do we have to go through this every time?" He asked softly, leaning forward to kiss the scowl off Christian's face. "Chris?"
"Can't help it," Christian huffed. "Don't like them touching you. Seen the way they look at you."
"And look is all they can do," Steve reassured him. He drained his bottle, dropping it to the floor. He shifted, turning to face Christian, taking his bottle from his hands before cupping his face in his hands. "There's only one person here who I like looking at me the way they do, who I like touching me the way they want to touch me. And that's you." He brushed his lips over Christian's, resting their foreheads together. "I love you, Christian." He smiled against Christian's lips, feeling him tremble and relax, arms coming up to wrap around him.
"Sorry," Christian mumbled, pulling back to kiss Steve again then pushing him down on his back on the couch and crawling on top of him.
"Don't be," Steve groaned, tugging Christian down, closer. "I love it. Love your jealous streak. Love how possessive you get" He nipped at Christian's lips, fingers sliding down to cup his ass. "Love how you wanna make me yours."
"You are," Christian growled, burying his hands in Steve's hair. "Mine," he clarified at the confused look on Steve's face. "Mine," he repeated, his tongue parting Steve's lips as they rocked against each other on the couch.
"Yours," Steve agreed, his voice growing husky as he deepened the kiss, his fingers digging tighter in Christian's ass, pulling him closer. He groaned as Christian ground down against him; the two men panting heavily as they kissed and thrust against each other. "If you keep that up," Steve gasped. "I'm gonna come in my pants like some kinda fucking teenager." He whimpered as Christian snuck a hand between them, fingers pressing heavily against his balls through the denim of his jeans.
"Maybe that's what I want." Christian's eyes flashed playfully, his lips curling up in a smirk. "Maybe I want them smellin' sex on you. Maybe I want them seein' the stain on your jeans where you came in your pants. Let them know once and for all that you're mine."
Steve threw his head back against the arm of the couch, his back arching and a low whine of Chris' name ripped from his throat. His hips snapped up, rubbing desperately against Christian as Christian thrust back down against him.
"Fuck, Steve…" Christian tangled his hands in Steve's hair again, tugging his head up to kiss him hard, tongue teasing him into responding. "Come for me darlin'," he encouraged, whimpering under his breath.
Steve shook his head back and forth, teeth biting into Christian's lower lip. “No... no... no...” His hands fisted in Christian's shirt as he fought his orgasm. “Chris, fuck... not like this... fuck... baby, please...”
“Yes,” Christian insisted, his hand pressing harder against Steve's erection, fingers working his length through his jeans. “Just like this. “ His hand moved to unzip Steve's jeans, shoving them down his thighs to curl his fingers around his cock, stroking and pumping until Steve was thrusting unabashedly into his hand, moaning constantly. Chuckling, he kissed Steve hard, murmuring against his lips, insisting he orgasm.
His back arching and his head hitting back down against the arm of the couch, Steve did just that; a low cry of Christian's name spilling from his lips as he bucked and thrust under him,. “Fuck, Chris...” He tangled one hand in Christian's hair, kissing him as the after-shocks rushed through him, his other hand slipping between them to palm him.
Christian groaned, his eyes sliding closed as he rocked against Steve, panting hard, his face buried in his neck. “Steve...” he whimpered, lips pressing against his pulse. His teeth grazed Steve's neck, one hand braced on the arm of the couch by Steve's head as Steve worked his cock.
Steve laughed and tipped Christian's chin up, kissing him. “You gonna come baby?”
“Yeah,” Christian panted. “Fuck yeah... Please, Ste...”
The door banging open cut Christian off mid-sentence, both men freezing on the couch. “I'm not brave or stupid enough to actually walk into that room - I know what you're doing!” Jason called out. “So, I'm gonna stay here while you get yourselves dressed and presentable and get your asses on stage!”
“We'll be five minutes!” Christian called back, his voice breathless as he thrust into Steve's hand.
“Uh-huh... Not believing you Kane. Up. Dressed. Decent. On Stage. Now.” Jason insisted, a pink flush tinging his cheeks at the low whine from Chistian.
“Sorry Cowboy,” Steve chuckled, brushing his lips over Christian's as he pulled his hand away and wiped it on the hem of Christian's shirt. “I may be going out there looking all fucked out with come stains on my pants... but you're the one who's gonna be going out there all needy and desperate and hard.”
Christian whimpered, his eyes squeezed closed as he ground desperately against Steve. “Please...” he whispered, grunting when Steve pushed him off.
“You heard Jason,” Steve stood up, zipping up his jeans and grabbing his guitar. “We gotta get our asses out there.” He pulled Christian to his feet, fastening his jeans for him and kissing him fast and hard before turning and walking to the door. “And you don't even have a guitar to hide your hard-on behind!
~El Fin~
Author: Cassie Morgan(badfalcon)
Fandom: RPS - Kane
Categories: Christian Kane/Steve Carlson,
Rating: R
Thanks to: You, for reading. bellasianna as ever, for the beta, handholding, and encouragement
Disclaimer: Steve Carlson & Christian Kane 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 has a jealous, possessive streak and he loves proving to everyone that Steve is his, loves it when Steve smells of sex and has come staining his pants. But then again, things never work out quite right for him...
Christian stalked across the room, his jaw hard and his eyes on Steve. He ignored the eyes he could feel staring after him as he resolutely ignored everyone, including their fans. There was a small part of him that acknowledged he was being rude but mostly, he couldn't bring himself to care. Not when he could see how stressed Steve was. He easily parted the crowd around his partner, one hand moving to his elbow. He flashed a quick, apologetic grin at the crowd around them. "Gonna have to steal him away from you," he explained, biting down on the urge to slap the redhead's pawing hands away from Steve's chest. "Need to talk to him and we gotta get ready for our set." He didn't give anyone, not even Steve, chance to respond before was he tugging on Steve's arm, pulling him away from the cluster of people around him to lead him across the packed floor and into the relative quiet of their dressing room.
"Thank you." Steve sank down onto the couch, catching the beer Christian threw at him before joining him. He leaned over and cupped Christian's cheek in his hand, kissing him quickly. "Did you really need to talk to me?"
Christian shook his head. "No. And one of these days I'm just gonna leave you there with them."
"No you're not." Steve laughed softly when Christian shrugged one shoulder and popped the top off his beer.
"I should."
"Maybe," Steve countered, taking a drink. "But you won't. Second they start touching me you're there like a shot, stealing me away." He shook his head, squeezing Christian's leg at the dark look that crossed over his face. "Hey… Hey, Chris." He waited for Christian to meet his eyes. "Do we have to go through this every time?" He asked softly, leaning forward to kiss the scowl off Christian's face. "Chris?"
"Can't help it," Christian huffed. "Don't like them touching you. Seen the way they look at you."
"And look is all they can do," Steve reassured him. He drained his bottle, dropping it to the floor. He shifted, turning to face Christian, taking his bottle from his hands before cupping his face in his hands. "There's only one person here who I like looking at me the way they do, who I like touching me the way they want to touch me. And that's you." He brushed his lips over Christian's, resting their foreheads together. "I love you, Christian." He smiled against Christian's lips, feeling him tremble and relax, arms coming up to wrap around him.
"Sorry," Christian mumbled, pulling back to kiss Steve again then pushing him down on his back on the couch and crawling on top of him.
"Don't be," Steve groaned, tugging Christian down, closer. "I love it. Love your jealous streak. Love how possessive you get" He nipped at Christian's lips, fingers sliding down to cup his ass. "Love how you wanna make me yours."
"You are," Christian growled, burying his hands in Steve's hair. "Mine," he clarified at the confused look on Steve's face. "Mine," he repeated, his tongue parting Steve's lips as they rocked against each other on the couch.
"Yours," Steve agreed, his voice growing husky as he deepened the kiss, his fingers digging tighter in Christian's ass, pulling him closer. He groaned as Christian ground down against him; the two men panting heavily as they kissed and thrust against each other. "If you keep that up," Steve gasped. "I'm gonna come in my pants like some kinda fucking teenager." He whimpered as Christian snuck a hand between them, fingers pressing heavily against his balls through the denim of his jeans.
"Maybe that's what I want." Christian's eyes flashed playfully, his lips curling up in a smirk. "Maybe I want them smellin' sex on you. Maybe I want them seein' the stain on your jeans where you came in your pants. Let them know once and for all that you're mine."
Steve threw his head back against the arm of the couch, his back arching and a low whine of Chris' name ripped from his throat. His hips snapped up, rubbing desperately against Christian as Christian thrust back down against him.
"Fuck, Steve…" Christian tangled his hands in Steve's hair again, tugging his head up to kiss him hard, tongue teasing him into responding. "Come for me darlin'," he encouraged, whimpering under his breath.
Steve shook his head back and forth, teeth biting into Christian's lower lip. “No... no... no...” His hands fisted in Christian's shirt as he fought his orgasm. “Chris, fuck... not like this... fuck... baby, please...”
“Yes,” Christian insisted, his hand pressing harder against Steve's erection, fingers working his length through his jeans. “Just like this. “ His hand moved to unzip Steve's jeans, shoving them down his thighs to curl his fingers around his cock, stroking and pumping until Steve was thrusting unabashedly into his hand, moaning constantly. Chuckling, he kissed Steve hard, murmuring against his lips, insisting he orgasm.
His back arching and his head hitting back down against the arm of the couch, Steve did just that; a low cry of Christian's name spilling from his lips as he bucked and thrust under him,. “Fuck, Chris...” He tangled one hand in Christian's hair, kissing him as the after-shocks rushed through him, his other hand slipping between them to palm him.
Christian groaned, his eyes sliding closed as he rocked against Steve, panting hard, his face buried in his neck. “Steve...” he whimpered, lips pressing against his pulse. His teeth grazed Steve's neck, one hand braced on the arm of the couch by Steve's head as Steve worked his cock.
Steve laughed and tipped Christian's chin up, kissing him. “You gonna come baby?”
“Yeah,” Christian panted. “Fuck yeah... Please, Ste...”
The door banging open cut Christian off mid-sentence, both men freezing on the couch. “I'm not brave or stupid enough to actually walk into that room - I know what you're doing!” Jason called out. “So, I'm gonna stay here while you get yourselves dressed and presentable and get your asses on stage!”
“We'll be five minutes!” Christian called back, his voice breathless as he thrust into Steve's hand.
“Uh-huh... Not believing you Kane. Up. Dressed. Decent. On Stage. Now.” Jason insisted, a pink flush tinging his cheeks at the low whine from Chistian.
“Sorry Cowboy,” Steve chuckled, brushing his lips over Christian's as he pulled his hand away and wiped it on the hem of Christian's shirt. “I may be going out there looking all fucked out with come stains on my pants... but you're the one who's gonna be going out there all needy and desperate and hard.”
Christian whimpered, his eyes squeezed closed as he ground desperately against Steve. “Please...” he whispered, grunting when Steve pushed him off.
“You heard Jason,” Steve stood up, zipping up his jeans and grabbing his guitar. “We gotta get our asses out there.” He pulled Christian to his feet, fastening his jeans for him and kissing him fast and hard before turning and walking to the door. “And you don't even have a guitar to hide your hard-on behind!
~El Fin~