Spin The Bottle Verse (RPS)
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Title: Spin The Bottle Verse (5/8)
Author: mands_angelfox
Pairing/Characters: Chris/Steve
Genre: RPS, Romance, Angst
Word Count: 779
Rating: PG
Feedback: Feedback? Is love. No. Seriously, it is.
Summary: One drunken night of fun turns things on their head and all Chris and Steve can do is hang on.
Links: The Verse Prologue-to-Epilogue
Author's Note: I just want to say a couple thanks. First of all to estel_willow for being my muse and holding my hand throughout the entirety of this 'verse, I wouldn't have been able to do it without her. And secondly to charlies_dragon for beta'ing this monster and for being an encouraging voice via email. And last but not at all least to my girl dea_liberty for my new gorgeous banner.
Disclaimer: Isn't real, I know that and you know that, we just wish that it was.
Spin The Bottle (5/8)
Steve wakes up to the sensation of something hitting him in the face and it takes him a couple seconds to realise it’s his jeans and they’ve just been thrown at him by Chris who happens to be fully clothed.
“Chris?” he mumbles, confused and more than a little hurt.
Chris doesn’t look at him. He doesn’t even bother with answering and only does when Steve says his name again.
“Last night was a mistake.”
“What?” Steve asks.
“You heard me,” Chris mutters quietly as he keeps throwing Steve’s clothes at him like he’s no better than one of those one night stands Chris is so good at.
Steve can’t believe this, Chris is… and last night? Steve is a confused mix of hurt and angry but given the situation, his anger is the thing that wins out the most.
“So, what? That’s it? You expect me to just get dressed and get outta your hair, is that?”
“Exactly.”
Steve gets out of the bed, pulls on his jeans, and laughs harshly. “I wasn’t the only one having sex last night, Chris. I wasn’t the one fuckin’ me.”
Chris doesn’t know how he does it but he manages to look up and look Steve right in the eye. “It was one night and that’s all it was. Didn’t mean anything. Never means anything.” Steve swallows the pain and the hurt and lets his brow knit with anger.
“I didn’t kiss you, Chris. You kissed me. Unless you’re trying to tell me that it didn’t mean anything either?”
Chris can’t fault Steve’s logic but he doesn’t say a word, just stares the other man down.
“Get dressed and get out.”
“And if I don’t?” Steve throws back, tugging his shirt on.
There’s a reason Chris isn’t taking his eyes off Steve’s face because when he does he sees all the marks he left behind when he’d been lost in the throes of passion and there’s this part of him that wants to renew every single one of them.
“Just leave, Steve.” Chris is tired and he’s weary of fighting himself and this thing whatever it is. “It was a mistake and we gotta move on past it.”
Steve’s dressed now but he still isn’t budging. “I don’t believe that.” He can’t, not after what they’d done and said.
Chris tightens his jaw and for the first time in his whole time of knowing Steve he wishes the other man wasn’t so stubborn.
“Well, believe it.”
“No.” Steve shakes his head. “I’m not letting you deny what happened and I’m not letting you run away from me, not like before.”
The first sign of trouble comes in the form of Chris’ hands curling into fists at his sides, the second is in the way his jaw tightens, and the third is when his eyes glaze over.
“There’s nothin’ to talk about, Steve. It didn’t mean anything. How many more times do I have to say it before you get it through your thick skull?”
Steve snorts a little and folds his arms across his chest.
“When you actually say it and mean it.”
God-fucking-damn him.
Chris is trying so hard to push him away but Steve just isn’t going and it’s time for desperate measures.
“So, what? You think that a couple kisses, one blowjob and a single hard fuck mean something? That you matter to me?” And he laughs, cruelly and he knows it’s twisting a knife because he can see it on Steve’s face. “Please tell me you’re not that deluded.” He affects a smile, disturbingly cold. “You were a good fuck when I needed one, Steve. That’s all.”
What he doesn’t expect is Steve’s fist in his face and holy fuck it hurts, he stumbles back under the force of the punch until he hits the wall and all he can do is look at Steve in shock, fingers moving to catch the blood trickling from his nose.
Steve’s pissed and Chris has never seen the other man angry and it’s like nothing he’s ever seen and it’s something he never wants to see again.
“You’re a fuckin’ idiot,” Steve spits before just like that he’s gone, stalked through Chris’ home and slammed the front door hard enough to rattle it on its hinges.
Chris watches the door for the longest time imaginable before he sinks to the ground, not even bothering to stem the flow of blood because he deserved that and the physical pain distracts him from the mental and emotional pain, it’s so messed up.
He never should have let it get this far but he did and he’s ended it but now everything’s fucked.
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