RP Fic: Christian Kane (set in kashmir1's AU /Cop 'Verse)
Title: Hooked on a Feeling
Pairing, etc: Christian Kane (AU)
Rating: PG for UST and language.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. This is in no way intended to impugn the character of the persons written about. In fact, these are not really those people. Think of this as another form of AU.
Author's Notes: kashmir1 wrote an AU JSquared (Jensen/Jared) fic called Holsters, Handcuffs & Hookers where just about everyone in the CW 'verse is a cop. teffy wrote a spin off (Rosenbaum/Welling) called A Little Light Flirting. Chris is Jensen's police partner and since Kash was at ELF, I wanted to write something for her to read when she got back. This was originally a comment fic but she asked me to post it, and so I am.
(The sections in italics are lifted from kashmir1's fic, with permission)
From beneath the rim of his hat, his eyes safely hidden, Chris watched Jensen’s fingers as they slowly peeled the label off his beer. It was an annoying habit but he figured it was best to cut the guy some slack, at least for tonight. After Jen reduced the bottle to bare brown glass he fidgeted some more, finally trailing his hand up his arm to his face. Chris followed the long digits up to where Jen idly fondled his bottom lip, his own fingers itching to caress it. But then his partner abruptly dropped his hand to drum his fingers on the table top and broke the spell. As Chris tried to focus on something, anything that wasn't going to make his cock ache more than it already did, Jen’s tongue snaked out to lick his lips-like he always did when he was agitated-and Chris mimicked the act, hoping for a vicarious taste of Jen's mouth.
"It's just. Jesus, Chris. You know me! It takes me at least three shots of tequila before I can get the nerve up to even talk to someone let alone walk up to a fuckin' prostitute stone cold sober and proposition them for god sakes! I'm gonna blow the whole thing because I get NERVOUS," He whined into his Budweiser.
Chris shook his head and wondered just how in the hell his partner got this way, especially looking the way he did. That boy had to be thicker than a brick wall; he walked the halls at the station never once realizing the effect he had on all the women at the precinct...let alone half the men. And for some odd reason he had no self-confidence when it came to meeting people and froze up every time he actually had an willing trick. But the sexual aspect was too personal and probably a topic beyond the scope of his ‘best friend’ role, so Chris let it slide. For now.
What Jen needed to realize was that this assignment was not about his cock or him playing a part. Jen, unlike Chris (who everyone knew fucked anything willing), had spent the better part of his adulthood hiding who he really was, acting like the good son and trying his best to fit in. And while he seemed unsure of his ability to pull it off and possibly crack the case, he also appeared loathed to put on another act. Well, it was time to set the man straight, so to speak.
Chris tipped back his hat and leaned forward. "Son, you are, as usual, over-thinking this. It ain't about you actually getting laid. It's about finding more info on who's behind the drug trafficking, on who's the contact within the hookers. Listen, you know Morgan's up everyone's ass about this case because he doesn't want VICE to get their fingers in the pie, too, and if he picked you to do the undercover work, it means he trusts you, Jenny. You're a good cop and you just gotta remember, it's just a job."
Jen took a deep breath and another sip of beer. "Yeah, yeah. You're right. Of course you're right. I just... a hooker, man? What the fuck do I even say?"
Chris wanted to scream "Nothing!" Because Jen wouldn’t have to say a God damn thing to have half the hookers in this city drop to their knees to give him a freebie. One look from him, one “let’s go” jerk of the head and he could have anyone he wanted. Anyone. How he didn’t recognize his own sexual attraction was beyond comprehension. Why did this man choke up when it came to getting exactly what he wanted?
Yes, Chris realized, this was probably something that he should be asking himself. But he couldn't, and he wouldn’t. Not tonight. Looking at Jensen he realized, maybe not ever. Instead he took another swig of his beer, pushed away his own internal struggle and pasted on the good ole boy smile.
Chris chuckled and leaned back, crossing his arms. "Why don't you ask Murray? Bet he'd know the proper etiquette for asking a hooker to suck you off."
Jen laughed, the sound loud and infectious and Chris felt his gut clench as a smile lit up his partner’s enormous bedroom eyes. Eyes he wanted staring up at him in the throws of lust. But instead of telling him what he craved, the thing he’s hidden for years, Chris did what he always did: he ordered a double whisky hoping to dull the ache, and he continued to play his own part. The one where he kept on pretending that he could settle for being just Jensen’s on-duty partner and off-duty best friend.
Pairing, etc: Christian Kane (AU)
Rating: PG for UST and language.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. This is in no way intended to impugn the character of the persons written about. In fact, these are not really those people. Think of this as another form of AU.
Author's Notes: kashmir1 wrote an AU JSquared (Jensen/Jared) fic called Holsters, Handcuffs & Hookers where just about everyone in the CW 'verse is a cop. teffy wrote a spin off (Rosenbaum/Welling) called A Little Light Flirting. Chris is Jensen's police partner and since Kash was at ELF, I wanted to write something for her to read when she got back. This was originally a comment fic but she asked me to post it, and so I am.
(The sections in italics are lifted from kashmir1's fic, with permission)
From beneath the rim of his hat, his eyes safely hidden, Chris watched Jensen’s fingers as they slowly peeled the label off his beer. It was an annoying habit but he figured it was best to cut the guy some slack, at least for tonight. After Jen reduced the bottle to bare brown glass he fidgeted some more, finally trailing his hand up his arm to his face. Chris followed the long digits up to where Jen idly fondled his bottom lip, his own fingers itching to caress it. But then his partner abruptly dropped his hand to drum his fingers on the table top and broke the spell. As Chris tried to focus on something, anything that wasn't going to make his cock ache more than it already did, Jen’s tongue snaked out to lick his lips-like he always did when he was agitated-and Chris mimicked the act, hoping for a vicarious taste of Jen's mouth.
"It's just. Jesus, Chris. You know me! It takes me at least three shots of tequila before I can get the nerve up to even talk to someone let alone walk up to a fuckin' prostitute stone cold sober and proposition them for god sakes! I'm gonna blow the whole thing because I get NERVOUS," He whined into his Budweiser.
Chris shook his head and wondered just how in the hell his partner got this way, especially looking the way he did. That boy had to be thicker than a brick wall; he walked the halls at the station never once realizing the effect he had on all the women at the precinct...let alone half the men. And for some odd reason he had no self-confidence when it came to meeting people and froze up every time he actually had an willing trick. But the sexual aspect was too personal and probably a topic beyond the scope of his ‘best friend’ role, so Chris let it slide. For now.
What Jen needed to realize was that this assignment was not about his cock or him playing a part. Jen, unlike Chris (who everyone knew fucked anything willing), had spent the better part of his adulthood hiding who he really was, acting like the good son and trying his best to fit in. And while he seemed unsure of his ability to pull it off and possibly crack the case, he also appeared loathed to put on another act. Well, it was time to set the man straight, so to speak.
Chris tipped back his hat and leaned forward. "Son, you are, as usual, over-thinking this. It ain't about you actually getting laid. It's about finding more info on who's behind the drug trafficking, on who's the contact within the hookers. Listen, you know Morgan's up everyone's ass about this case because he doesn't want VICE to get their fingers in the pie, too, and if he picked you to do the undercover work, it means he trusts you, Jenny. You're a good cop and you just gotta remember, it's just a job."
Jen took a deep breath and another sip of beer. "Yeah, yeah. You're right. Of course you're right. I just... a hooker, man? What the fuck do I even say?"
Chris wanted to scream "Nothing!" Because Jen wouldn’t have to say a God damn thing to have half the hookers in this city drop to their knees to give him a freebie. One look from him, one “let’s go” jerk of the head and he could have anyone he wanted. Anyone. How he didn’t recognize his own sexual attraction was beyond comprehension. Why did this man choke up when it came to getting exactly what he wanted?
Yes, Chris realized, this was probably something that he should be asking himself. But he couldn't, and he wouldn’t. Not tonight. Looking at Jensen he realized, maybe not ever. Instead he took another swig of his beer, pushed away his own internal struggle and pasted on the good ole boy smile.
Chris chuckled and leaned back, crossing his arms. "Why don't you ask Murray? Bet he'd know the proper etiquette for asking a hooker to suck you off."
Jen laughed, the sound loud and infectious and Chris felt his gut clench as a smile lit up his partner’s enormous bedroom eyes. Eyes he wanted staring up at him in the throws of lust. But instead of telling him what he craved, the thing he’s hidden for years, Chris did what he always did: he ordered a double whisky hoping to dull the ache, and he continued to play his own part. The one where he kept on pretending that he could settle for being just Jensen’s on-duty partner and off-duty best friend.