Softly With You, 1/1
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gilascaveTitle: Softly With You
Author: james
Pairing: Christain Kane/Steve Carlson
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~500
Disclaimer: not mine, no profit made
Notes: written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
chrisandsteve Friday Picture Prompt #8
Summary: Sometimes Steve has to keep his distance. This isn't one of those times.
To be fair, Steve doesn't usually realise he's doing it, reaching over and touching, or looking with all his love written on his face, watching Christian's every move. There were lots of time and places when they'd agreed to keep their distance, watch what they were doing and saying. They'd argued over some of those places -- talked and disagreed and broken up once because of it. But eventually they'd sat down and worked out when and where it wasn't okay.
Neither of them ever said 'not when we're playing.' Whether they were on stage in front of the crowd, or on stage rehearsing with just the band and whatever crew they'd dredged up, or in someone's living room with guitars and songs and beer, they'd simply never said 'not here.'
It's crossed Steve's mind, once or twice, because Christian was the one who'd been the most worried about his press. He'd been the one trying to make a bigger name for himself than Steve really cared about, and it was Christian's career on the line if the shit hit the fan. Steve had argued about whether loving someone really counted as 'shit' and shouldn't the one count more than the other. He wasn't afraid of being outed, but after he'd tried to learn to live without Christian at all, he'd agreed to a lot of things he otherwise wouldn't have said yes to.
But Christian never seems to notice what Steve does when they're playing and Steve isn't about to raise the issue and lose himself this freedom. He can touch, and press close, and he can smile and watch and sing about just how much he wants, loves, needs. And all Christian ever does is smile back, lean into his touch, let the music out clear as daylight until Steve can hear, loud as anything, how much Christian loves as well.
He's seen photos taken of them when they're playing and he wonders how anyone could fail to see. He asks himself over and over if Christian really has this big of a blind spot, or if he's fooling himself that it doesn't matter when they're playing. He isn't going to risk seeing Christian walk out again so Steve keeps his damn mouth shut and enjoys himself when and where he can, and he lets loose when they're alone behind closed doors -- or when they're playing.
Maybe the music makes Christian feel safe, maybe it's just that he can't hold back when they're playing. Steve will ask, one day, when he's got Christian locked so solid to him that he can be sure Christian won't leave. When they're old and married and don't give a shit who knows and who cares, Steve will ask, why here. Why is it okay now.
But for now he simply leans in, feeling Christian's body meld against his own, and they're all more focused on the upcoming gig that Steve feels as though he could pull Christian back and kiss him, here, in front of everyone, and no one will say a thing.
He isn't fool enough to try, but he feels content knowing he probably could.
Author: james
Pairing: Christain Kane/Steve Carlson
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~500
Disclaimer: not mine, no profit made
Notes: written for the
chrisandsteve Friday Picture Prompt #8Summary: Sometimes Steve has to keep his distance. This isn't one of those times.
To be fair, Steve doesn't usually realise he's doing it, reaching over and touching, or looking with all his love written on his face, watching Christian's every move. There were lots of time and places when they'd agreed to keep their distance, watch what they were doing and saying. They'd argued over some of those places -- talked and disagreed and broken up once because of it. But eventually they'd sat down and worked out when and where it wasn't okay.
Neither of them ever said 'not when we're playing.' Whether they were on stage in front of the crowd, or on stage rehearsing with just the band and whatever crew they'd dredged up, or in someone's living room with guitars and songs and beer, they'd simply never said 'not here.'
It's crossed Steve's mind, once or twice, because Christian was the one who'd been the most worried about his press. He'd been the one trying to make a bigger name for himself than Steve really cared about, and it was Christian's career on the line if the shit hit the fan. Steve had argued about whether loving someone really counted as 'shit' and shouldn't the one count more than the other. He wasn't afraid of being outed, but after he'd tried to learn to live without Christian at all, he'd agreed to a lot of things he otherwise wouldn't have said yes to.
But Christian never seems to notice what Steve does when they're playing and Steve isn't about to raise the issue and lose himself this freedom. He can touch, and press close, and he can smile and watch and sing about just how much he wants, loves, needs. And all Christian ever does is smile back, lean into his touch, let the music out clear as daylight until Steve can hear, loud as anything, how much Christian loves as well.
He's seen photos taken of them when they're playing and he wonders how anyone could fail to see. He asks himself over and over if Christian really has this big of a blind spot, or if he's fooling himself that it doesn't matter when they're playing. He isn't going to risk seeing Christian walk out again so Steve keeps his damn mouth shut and enjoys himself when and where he can, and he lets loose when they're alone behind closed doors -- or when they're playing.
Maybe the music makes Christian feel safe, maybe it's just that he can't hold back when they're playing. Steve will ask, one day, when he's got Christian locked so solid to him that he can be sure Christian won't leave. When they're old and married and don't give a shit who knows and who cares, Steve will ask, why here. Why is it okay now.
But for now he simply leans in, feeling Christian's body meld against his own, and they're all more focused on the upcoming gig that Steve feels as though he could pull Christian back and kiss him, here, in front of everyone, and no one will say a thing.
He isn't fool enough to try, but he feels content knowing he probably could.