Fic: Night Swimming, Kane RPS, Chris/Steve
Feb. 7th, 2009 11:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
moonlettuceTitle: Night Swimming
Author: Claire
Pairing: Christian Kane/Steve Carlson
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Real people doing not real things. None of this happened, except in my head...
Summary: Steve loves Chris when he's like this...
Notes: Originally written for the following prompt in![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
comment_fic: RPS, Chris/Steve, pliant.
Steve loves Chris when he's like this, warm and barely awake and so fucking pliant. And he knows he should just let Chris sleep, knows that Chris has been pulling 20-hour days at the set after they'd lost a week's worth of filming due to a technical mistake, but it's all too tempting.
There's barely a noise as Steve nudges Chris further onto his stomach, an exhalation that could be Steve's name as his leg pushes between Chris's thighs to move them apart.
"It's only me," he murmurs, fingers already slick as his hand moves to Chris's ass, sliding inside him without resistance.
Chris presses back slightly, eyes still closed and still not awake and body recognising Steve's touch anyway.
It's quick and perfunctory, because Chris is already relaxed and Steve just wants to be inside him. Chris moans when Steve pulls his fingers out, soft and incoherent, and Steve shushes him, hand running over Chris's stomach and leaving a smear of lube on his skin.
And then Steve is gliding inside, careful and steady, and Chris is like a vice around him.
Chris is breathing heavier, no longer asleep but still not fully awake, as Steve bottoms out, body pressed against Chris's.
"Steve--" Name quiet, but there, as Chris's hand moves, searching for Steve's, fingers lacing them together.
"I'm here." Steve's answer is a breath across the back of Chris's neck, the only sound in the room as he slides out of Chris before pushing back in again. Steve murmurs words into Chris's skin as he moves, the slick drag of his cock into Chris's body careful and deliberate.
And Chris answers, his grip on Steve's fingers tightening with each press of Steve's hips.
"Move--" Chris's voice is stronger now, if still sleep-fogged, and Steve just huffs a laugh into Chris's shoulder and slows down even further.
Because he loves Chris like this and, after all, they've still got the rest of the night to go.
Author: Claire
Pairing: Christian Kane/Steve Carlson
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Real people doing not real things. None of this happened, except in my head...
Summary: Steve loves Chris when he's like this...
Notes: Originally written for the following prompt in
comment_fic: RPS, Chris/Steve, pliant.Steve loves Chris when he's like this, warm and barely awake and so fucking pliant. And he knows he should just let Chris sleep, knows that Chris has been pulling 20-hour days at the set after they'd lost a week's worth of filming due to a technical mistake, but it's all too tempting.
There's barely a noise as Steve nudges Chris further onto his stomach, an exhalation that could be Steve's name as his leg pushes between Chris's thighs to move them apart.
"It's only me," he murmurs, fingers already slick as his hand moves to Chris's ass, sliding inside him without resistance.
Chris presses back slightly, eyes still closed and still not awake and body recognising Steve's touch anyway.
It's quick and perfunctory, because Chris is already relaxed and Steve just wants to be inside him. Chris moans when Steve pulls his fingers out, soft and incoherent, and Steve shushes him, hand running over Chris's stomach and leaving a smear of lube on his skin.
And then Steve is gliding inside, careful and steady, and Chris is like a vice around him.
Chris is breathing heavier, no longer asleep but still not fully awake, as Steve bottoms out, body pressed against Chris's.
"Steve--" Name quiet, but there, as Chris's hand moves, searching for Steve's, fingers lacing them together.
"I'm here." Steve's answer is a breath across the back of Chris's neck, the only sound in the room as he slides out of Chris before pushing back in again. Steve murmurs words into Chris's skin as he moves, the slick drag of his cock into Chris's body careful and deliberate.
And Chris answers, his grip on Steve's fingers tightening with each press of Steve's hips.
"Move--" Chris's voice is stronger now, if still sleep-fogged, and Steve just huffs a laugh into Chris's shoulder and slows down even further.
Because he loves Chris like this and, after all, they've still got the rest of the night to go.
