Kisses and Chords
Title: Kisses and chords
Author: charlies_dragon
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 839
Warnings err...fluff? Happy fluffy fluff with kissing. Oh, and established relationship.
Beta: the lovely bellasianna
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction people. None of the contents of this fic are or ever were (and (probably) never will be) true. I am in no way affiliated with any of the persons mentioned in this in any manner at all; it is all in my imagination.
Summary: Steve can’t get his song to go right and Chris gives him the inspiration he was lacking.
Author’s Notes: This is my first RPS fic ever and the first thing I’ve written in about 5 months that isn’t for university, so please, be gentle with me. Also, this was written originally as a text message to badfalcon because she was bored, so this is dedicated to her :)
The clouds were starting to be tinged with the reds and pinks of what was sure to be yet another picturesque sunset and Steve was still playing around with the same song that he’d been working on for the last four days. Sighing to himself, he set the notepad that hadn’t left his side in those same four days onto the coffee table and picked his guitar up from where it was leaning next to the window. He started in on the intro to the same goddamn song but only got a few bars further than before. Instead of giving up for the moment and going on to another song like he’d been doing earlier in the day, he fed the ‘end’ of the song into the intro and kept going, hoping for the last verse to finally fit together somehow and just be right.
Before he knew it, another couple of hours had sped by.
* * *
Chris left his audition an hour earlier than he’d anticipated but he was happy. He was pretty sure he’d nailed the role he’d gone in for and as he picked up a bottle of wine on the way home he decided he was going to cook dinner for Steve. It had been a while since they’d had a good home-cooked meal, just the two of them, and for once it was going to be Steve’s favourite dish that he cooked instead of his usual steak and potatoes.
When he got back to their place, the first thing Chris heard was Steve playing a variation of the song that he’d been playing when he’d left the house a good few hours earlier. Realising that his boyfriend was so far into his own head that his entrance hadn’t registered, Chris carefully took off his jacket and boots and silently padded across to the sofa where Steve was sitting. Placing his hands either side of Steve’s shoulders so that Steve could feel him there but not be startled, he slowly lowered his head until he could smell the sweat and shampoo in Steve’s hair.
“Damn son, you’re as tense as a virgin bride on her wedding night. Put the guitar down and rest a bit. It ain’t healthy bein’ that tense." Chris murmured into Steve’s ear and then kissed the back of Steve’s neck where his blond hair had parted around his face.
“If you want, I’ll work on the damned song with you after dinner," Chris added as he straightened up and walked around the arm of the sofa. When he got between Steve and the window, Steve looked up at Chris, still processing what he’d just said. Chris plucked the guitar out of Steve’s now-limp hands without any protesting. He walked over to the wall furthest from Steve and gently leant the guitar against it and turned around. Seeing that Steve was still not completely with him, he went back over to his lover, pulled him up and off of the sofa and just held him in his arms, whispering quiet reassurances into Steve’s ear.
After a few minutes Chris let go of Steve and took a step back, brushing an errant strand of hair behind Steve’s ear and smiling slightly as he did. When he began walking to the kitchen, Steve lurched over, grabbed Chris’ left shoulder and pulled him back. Before Chris could do anything but register the sudden pressure on his shoulder he found himself with a very horny boyfriend holding him tight against his body and teeth nipping at his lower lip begging entrance.
Minutes passed and all that could be heard from the two of them was muted groans and the fumble of hands trying to find skin, any skin, to touch.
Finally parting to catch their breath, Steve rested his forehead against Chris’ and stared into the cool blue eyes in front of him. His hands slowly traced their way out from under Chris’ shirt, up his back and into the long brown locks. When they’d reached their goal, Steve’s left hand cradled Chris’ face whilst his right played with Chris’ hair and Steve lifted his head back up. After a couple of moments of standing in each others space, drinking in the sight of each other, Steve tilted his head to the left and smiled to himself.
“I think I’ve got the rest of the song now," Steve said, then lightly kissed Chris’ cheek and moved his hands back down to his sides. When Chris didn’t start walking over to the kitchen like he’d originally intended, Steve gave him a gentle shove and turned back to sofa and the coffee table with his notebook on it.
’At last,’ he thought as he jotted down the last verse and scribbled the final chords next to them.
When he looked up the clouds were purple-black and he could see lights being switched on all across L.A. He’d missed the sunset but what he had seen had been more picturesque than any sunset he would ever see.
Enjoy!
charlies_dragon
Author: charlies_dragon
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 839
Warnings err...fluff? Happy fluffy fluff with kissing. Oh, and established relationship.
Beta: the lovely bellasianna
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction people. None of the contents of this fic are or ever were (and (probably) never will be) true. I am in no way affiliated with any of the persons mentioned in this in any manner at all; it is all in my imagination.
Summary: Steve can’t get his song to go right and Chris gives him the inspiration he was lacking.
Author’s Notes: This is my first RPS fic ever and the first thing I’ve written in about 5 months that isn’t for university, so please, be gentle with me. Also, this was written originally as a text message to badfalcon because she was bored, so this is dedicated to her :)
The clouds were starting to be tinged with the reds and pinks of what was sure to be yet another picturesque sunset and Steve was still playing around with the same song that he’d been working on for the last four days. Sighing to himself, he set the notepad that hadn’t left his side in those same four days onto the coffee table and picked his guitar up from where it was leaning next to the window. He started in on the intro to the same goddamn song but only got a few bars further than before. Instead of giving up for the moment and going on to another song like he’d been doing earlier in the day, he fed the ‘end’ of the song into the intro and kept going, hoping for the last verse to finally fit together somehow and just be right.
Before he knew it, another couple of hours had sped by.
* * *
Chris left his audition an hour earlier than he’d anticipated but he was happy. He was pretty sure he’d nailed the role he’d gone in for and as he picked up a bottle of wine on the way home he decided he was going to cook dinner for Steve. It had been a while since they’d had a good home-cooked meal, just the two of them, and for once it was going to be Steve’s favourite dish that he cooked instead of his usual steak and potatoes.
When he got back to their place, the first thing Chris heard was Steve playing a variation of the song that he’d been playing when he’d left the house a good few hours earlier. Realising that his boyfriend was so far into his own head that his entrance hadn’t registered, Chris carefully took off his jacket and boots and silently padded across to the sofa where Steve was sitting. Placing his hands either side of Steve’s shoulders so that Steve could feel him there but not be startled, he slowly lowered his head until he could smell the sweat and shampoo in Steve’s hair.
“Damn son, you’re as tense as a virgin bride on her wedding night. Put the guitar down and rest a bit. It ain’t healthy bein’ that tense." Chris murmured into Steve’s ear and then kissed the back of Steve’s neck where his blond hair had parted around his face.
“If you want, I’ll work on the damned song with you after dinner," Chris added as he straightened up and walked around the arm of the sofa. When he got between Steve and the window, Steve looked up at Chris, still processing what he’d just said. Chris plucked the guitar out of Steve’s now-limp hands without any protesting. He walked over to the wall furthest from Steve and gently leant the guitar against it and turned around. Seeing that Steve was still not completely with him, he went back over to his lover, pulled him up and off of the sofa and just held him in his arms, whispering quiet reassurances into Steve’s ear.
After a few minutes Chris let go of Steve and took a step back, brushing an errant strand of hair behind Steve’s ear and smiling slightly as he did. When he began walking to the kitchen, Steve lurched over, grabbed Chris’ left shoulder and pulled him back. Before Chris could do anything but register the sudden pressure on his shoulder he found himself with a very horny boyfriend holding him tight against his body and teeth nipping at his lower lip begging entrance.
Minutes passed and all that could be heard from the two of them was muted groans and the fumble of hands trying to find skin, any skin, to touch.
Finally parting to catch their breath, Steve rested his forehead against Chris’ and stared into the cool blue eyes in front of him. His hands slowly traced their way out from under Chris’ shirt, up his back and into the long brown locks. When they’d reached their goal, Steve’s left hand cradled Chris’ face whilst his right played with Chris’ hair and Steve lifted his head back up. After a couple of moments of standing in each others space, drinking in the sight of each other, Steve tilted his head to the left and smiled to himself.
“I think I’ve got the rest of the song now," Steve said, then lightly kissed Chris’ cheek and moved his hands back down to his sides. When Chris didn’t start walking over to the kitchen like he’d originally intended, Steve gave him a gentle shove and turned back to sofa and the coffee table with his notebook on it.
’At last,’ he thought as he jotted down the last verse and scribbled the final chords next to them.
When he looked up the clouds were purple-black and he could see lights being switched on all across L.A. He’d missed the sunset but what he had seen had been more picturesque than any sunset he would ever see.
Enjoy!
charlies_dragon