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Fic: The Perfect Length (Kane RPS, Chris/Steve)
Title: The Perfect Length
Author:![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
sheryden
Rating: PG
Word Count: 566
Fandom: Kane RPS
Pairings: Chris/Steve
Warnings None
Disclaimer: I do not own these people, and the story within is just the fruit of my vivid imagination.
Summary: Steve makes a random, ill-advised comment about Chris's hair.
Notes: This is a just a little ficlet in response to the Fic Friday Picture Prompt at![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
chrisandsteve.
“Did they have to cut it so short?”
Chris made a face and ran his fingers through his newly trimmed locks. “You don’t like it?”
Steve was stretched out on top of the bedspread, his tired muscles thankful for the mattress underneath him. “Yeah,” he said sleepily. “I like it all right. It’s just shorter than I thought it would be.”
“Huh,” Chris said. “Guess I didn’t pay enough attention when they were cuttin’ it.”
Lifting himself up on his elbows, Steve watched as Chris huffed and walked into the bathroom. He closed his eyes and groaned inwardly. Trust Chris to take a random comment to heart. Letting out a breath, Steve whispered a silent goodbye to the comfortable bed and wandered into the bathroom to soothe Chris’s wounded ego.
When he entered the room, he found Chris checking himself out in the mirror. He was poking at his hair the way one would kick at new tires. “Yeah,” he said when he saw Steve. “You’re right, man. I think it’s too short.”
Steve put his hands on Chris’s shoulders and gave them a squeeze. “I didn’t say I didn’t like it. I was just surprised, because I’m used to seeing it longer.”
Chris didn’t respond. Instead, he patted the top of his head. “I should wear a hat for the show.”
Shaking his head, Steve chuckled under his breath. “No, you’re not wearing a hat. A hat would hide your curls.”
“And that’s a bad thing?”
Steve wrapped his arms around Chris’s waist and took a good look at the mass of curly locks in front of him. It really was beautiful head of hair. Impulsively, Steve buried his face in the soft, brown curls and nuzzled at the back of Chris’s neck. “Mmm. Yeah, the hiding the curls would be a fucking crime.”
Chris leaned back into the touch. “That feels good.”
Dripping a finger into the waistband of Chris’s jeans, Steve trailed kisses along Chris’s neck and shoulders. “I can do things that’ll feel much better. But I think we should move it into the bedroom.”
“Hmm.” Pushing backward Chris disengaged himself from Steve’s embrace and turned his body to face him. “Seriously, though. Is it too short?”
Steve closed his eyes. “It’s not too short,” he said with conviction.
Smirking Chris ran a finger along Steve’s bottom lip. “You’re just telling me what I want to hear so you can get laid.”
“No,” Steve said. “I’m being really honest here. I love the hair. I didn’t realize how much until I looked at it up close.”
“What do you love about it?”
Threading his fingers through the brown tresses, Steve gently laid a kiss on Chris’s cheek. “Your curls are more pronounced with the shorter hair, and I think that’s sexy.”
“What else?”
“It makes your hair look softer.”
“What else?”
Steve gripped the collars of Chris’s shirt and yanked his body closer. “I’m in love with the haircut. Deeply. It’s the perfect length.”
“You absolutely sure?”
“Chris,” he groaned. “How many nice things do I have to say about the hair to get you into that bed?”
“Well,” Chris said with a grin. “I guess I could let you off the hook.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Steve smacked Chris on the backside. “Then let’s get in the other room and get you naked. And for the record? I really do like the hair.”
Author:
sherydenRating: PG
Word Count: 566
Fandom: Kane RPS
Pairings: Chris/Steve
Warnings None
Disclaimer: I do not own these people, and the story within is just the fruit of my vivid imagination.
Summary: Steve makes a random, ill-advised comment about Chris's hair.
Notes: This is a just a little ficlet in response to the Fic Friday Picture Prompt at
chrisandsteve.“Did they have to cut it so short?”
Chris made a face and ran his fingers through his newly trimmed locks. “You don’t like it?”
Steve was stretched out on top of the bedspread, his tired muscles thankful for the mattress underneath him. “Yeah,” he said sleepily. “I like it all right. It’s just shorter than I thought it would be.”
“Huh,” Chris said. “Guess I didn’t pay enough attention when they were cuttin’ it.”
Lifting himself up on his elbows, Steve watched as Chris huffed and walked into the bathroom. He closed his eyes and groaned inwardly. Trust Chris to take a random comment to heart. Letting out a breath, Steve whispered a silent goodbye to the comfortable bed and wandered into the bathroom to soothe Chris’s wounded ego.
When he entered the room, he found Chris checking himself out in the mirror. He was poking at his hair the way one would kick at new tires. “Yeah,” he said when he saw Steve. “You’re right, man. I think it’s too short.”
Steve put his hands on Chris’s shoulders and gave them a squeeze. “I didn’t say I didn’t like it. I was just surprised, because I’m used to seeing it longer.”
Chris didn’t respond. Instead, he patted the top of his head. “I should wear a hat for the show.”
Shaking his head, Steve chuckled under his breath. “No, you’re not wearing a hat. A hat would hide your curls.”
“And that’s a bad thing?”
Steve wrapped his arms around Chris’s waist and took a good look at the mass of curly locks in front of him. It really was beautiful head of hair. Impulsively, Steve buried his face in the soft, brown curls and nuzzled at the back of Chris’s neck. “Mmm. Yeah, the hiding the curls would be a fucking crime.”
Chris leaned back into the touch. “That feels good.”
Dripping a finger into the waistband of Chris’s jeans, Steve trailed kisses along Chris’s neck and shoulders. “I can do things that’ll feel much better. But I think we should move it into the bedroom.”
“Hmm.” Pushing backward Chris disengaged himself from Steve’s embrace and turned his body to face him. “Seriously, though. Is it too short?”
Steve closed his eyes. “It’s not too short,” he said with conviction.
Smirking Chris ran a finger along Steve’s bottom lip. “You’re just telling me what I want to hear so you can get laid.”
“No,” Steve said. “I’m being really honest here. I love the hair. I didn’t realize how much until I looked at it up close.”
“What do you love about it?”
Threading his fingers through the brown tresses, Steve gently laid a kiss on Chris’s cheek. “Your curls are more pronounced with the shorter hair, and I think that’s sexy.”
“What else?”
“It makes your hair look softer.”
“What else?”
Steve gripped the collars of Chris’s shirt and yanked his body closer. “I’m in love with the haircut. Deeply. It’s the perfect length.”
“You absolutely sure?”
“Chris,” he groaned. “How many nice things do I have to say about the hair to get you into that bed?”
“Well,” Chris said with a grin. “I guess I could let you off the hook.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Steve smacked Chris on the backside. “Then let’s get in the other room and get you naked. And for the record? I really do like the hair.”