Fic: Not Exactly Subtle (Kane RPS, PG-13)
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sherydenTitle: Not Exactly Subtle
Author:sheryden
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1628
Fandom: Kane RPS
Pairings: Chris/Steve
Warnings Uh, Chris gets a little handsy? Very slight, in any case.
Disclaimer: I do not own these people, and the story within is just the fruit of my vivid imagination.
Summary: Chris isn't exactly subtle.
Author's Notes: Written for the![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
kink_bingo prompt "in public."
“Hey Christian, you sure you’re okay with dinner tonight?”
Chris gazed over the top of the car at Steve, who had just climbed out of the passenger side. “Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”
Shrugging, Steve combed through his hair with his fingers. “Well,” he said. “Tim told me you’ve been kind of moody.”
Flashing a tired smile, Chris waved his hand through the air. “Okay first of all, have you met me? I’m always moody.”
Steve nodded. “That’s a good point.”
“We gotta eat. It’s been a long-ass day, and I’m hungry.” Chris walked around the car and wrapped his arms around Steve’s waist. “Besides,” he said with a smirk. “I’ll have you home alone soon enough.” He leaned into Steve’s body and lightly nuzzled his neck.
Glancing over his shoulder, Steve gently pushed Chris away. “Public place, man,” he said with a smile.
Chris flashed a lecherous grin. “So? Live a little.” As he turned to walk toward the entrance of the restaurant, he snaked out a hand and pinched Steve on the ass. Chris knew he’d probably hear about this little breach of etiquette later on, but he wasn’t in the mood to watch every little move he made tonight.
His relationship with Steve, both personal and professional, had ebbed and flowed over the years, and there was a time when Chris thought they’d never be able to make it work. Now that they were finally in a good, solid place again, Chris felt like a little boy who’d just been given the best toy ever and couldn’t wait to run outside and tell all the neighbor kids.
Of course, that was the problem. He didn’t really have the luxury of letting the world know how much he loved Steve, no matter how much he might want to do so. If they were outed to the wrong people, the consequences to their careers would be disastrous. Country radio would probably drop kick him off their playlists so fast it would make their heads spin. He loved the acting and the music, and he was grateful for the success. But sometimes, dammit, he felt like he was smothering.
Once they were inside the restaurant, Chris and Steve took their seats at a table with Tim and Beth. The cast often shared meals together after a shoot, but tonight, it was just the four of them, as everyone else had either headed home early or had other plans. The restaurant was one they’d patronized before, and it was comfortable and light and airy.
As they glanced over the menus, the four of them made small talk. “So, Steve,” Beth said with a smile. “How did you ever manage to squeeze in a visit? You guys aren’t playing until what? A couple of weeks?”
Steve winked. “Well, I finally broke down and cloned myself.” He grinned and nudged Chris with his knee. “Nah, I found a couple of days.”
Tim leaned across the table and patted Steve on the shoulder. “Chris is definitely in a better mood whenever you’re around, so, uh, feel free to stay all the time. Heck, I’ll you move in.”
Chris tried and failed to stifle a laugh. “You know, I’m sitting right here.”
“Oh.” Beth flashed a grin in Chris’s direction. “We love you.” She nodded in Steve’s direction. “Maybe not as much as he does, but we love you.”
Out of the corner of his eye, Chris saw Steve shift in his seat. They’d never really gotten around to telling the cast about their relationship, but Chris had often wondered if at least a couple of them might’ve figured it out. Chris tended to be pretty amorous—handsy, Steve liked to say, and he was finding it more and more difficult to put a lid on his feelings even when they were around people.
Every now and then, Chris liked to inadvertently drop hints about the nature of his relationship with Steve during random conversations or interviews. Sometimes they were honest slip-ups brought on by excitement or sleep deprivation. But lately, they were intentional nuggets of truth, thrown out for the world to see. When he was a guest on Southern Fried Flicks, he’d referred to Steve as his partner and had “accidentally” let it slip that they shared a home in Nashville. Later, both Eric and Steve had given him gentle reminders that he was dancing a little too close to the flames. He knew they’d both support him if he came out for real, but they both knew what he stood to lose if he did. Still, when he had talked about Steve so openly on the show, he’d felt a rush of excitement so intense that he’d wanted to bottle the feeling and carry it around with him.
After a few minutes, a waiter—one they’d had before and knew well—walked over to the table and smiled brightly. “Is everyone ready to order?”
Everyone nodded their assent, and both Tim and Beth rattled off their orders. When it was Steve’s turn, Chris cut him off mid-sentence and nudged him with his knee. “I’ll order for you, Stevie,” he said. He winked at the waiter. “Me and him are practically married. I know what he likes.”
Steve cleared his throat and kicked Chris under the table.
After the waiter had left, Chris, Steve, Tim, and Beth chatted about the current episode of Leverage and about songwriting and about Beth’s photography. Even as he nodded and commented on the conversation, Chris found his mind wandering to Steve. It had been hours since Steve had arrived, but they’d barely been alone long enough to kiss each other hello. Chris fleetingly wondered how obvious it would be if he and Steve excused themselves to go to the bathroom at the same time.
Letting out a breath, Chris glanced at Steve. Screw it, he thought to himself. Under the table, he laid a hand on Steve’s knee and squeezed.
Steve glanced in his direction but didn’t say anything or otherwise react. Instead, he kept himself focused on his conversation with Tim and Beth.
Chris arched an eyebrow and squared his jaw in frustration. Licking his lips, he moved his hand surreptitiously up Steve’s leg and rested it on Steve’s thigh. His fingers brushed lightly back and forth over the denim-clad leg.
Squirming a little, Steve cleared his throat. He slipped his own hand under the table and tried to pry Chris’s fingers from his leg.
“Chris?” Tim tapped on the table. “You hear me?”
With an innocent smile, Chris said, “I’m sorry, Tim. Spaced out. What’s wrong?”
“I asked if you told Steve about the stunt John has you doing next week.”
Shaking his head, Chris gave Steve's leg another squeeze. “No, he likes me to tell him afterward. Otherwise, he gets all worried. Right, babe?”
Steve stepped on Chris's foot and smiled at Tim. “He’s always pulling some kind of stunt. I don’t pay attention anymore.”
Chris glanced around the well-lit restaurant. It was packed the gills tonight, and their table had already gotten a couple of glances and whispers from people who’d obviously recognized the cast. He knew he should really behave himself, but like Steve had said… he was always pulling some kind of stunt.
Smiling serenely, Chris moved his hand a little higher and ghosted his fingers against Steve’s crotch. That got a reaction. Steve jumped in his seat, then gathered himself and took a sip of water to calm his nerves.
Chris knew that Steve was going to wring his neck later on, but he was having entirely too much fun to stop. Chris was pretty touchy-feeling with his friends, but there was a limit to what he could get away with around prying eyes. Most of the time, if he wanted to roll the dice and get handsy with Steve, he did it on stage, where most people would probably chalk it up to the alcohol or adrenaline or performing for the fans. But here? Out in the open in a well-lit restaurant… there was something intoxicating about having his hand on Steve’s growing erection.
A few moments later, the waiter arrived and placed food in front of everyone. Before the young man had had a chance to leave, though, Tim motioned him back to the table. “Hey,” he said. “Is there any way you could bring boxes for these gentlemen here? They have to leave early. I’ll take care of their checks”
“Certainly,” the waiter said.
After the waiter had disappeared to retrieve the boxes, Chris shook his head at Tim. “What are you doing?”
“Well,” Tim said with a smile. “I think I speak for both Beth and myself when I say—with the utmost respect—you two need to get a room.”
“Oh yeah,” Beth nodded.
Chris sat with his mouth open until the waiter breezed over and deposited the boxes on the table. After a few seconds, Chris chanced a look a Steve, whose face was now a bright shade of red. With a rueful smile, Chris started to empty his plate into the to-go container. “How long have you known?”
“I don’t know.” Tim shoved a forkful of pasta into his mouth. “Since ‘The House Rules’ video, at least.”
“Longer for me,” Beth said. “You’re not exactly subtle.”
Steve laughed under his breath. “No, I guess we’re not.” He looped and arm around Chris's neck and gave him a half-hug. "I wouldn't want him to be any other way."
Chris flashed a crooked grin. He felt a flood of relief start to cascade over him as he realized that his and Steve’s secret was out at least to Tim and Beth. Clearly, he was going to finally have to have a chat with the rest of the cast. But that could wait.
For now, he intended to follow Tim’s advice and "get a room."
Author:
sherydenRating: PG-13
Word Count: 1628
Fandom: Kane RPS
Pairings: Chris/Steve
Warnings Uh, Chris gets a little handsy? Very slight, in any case.
Disclaimer: I do not own these people, and the story within is just the fruit of my vivid imagination.
Summary: Chris isn't exactly subtle.
Author's Notes: Written for the
kink_bingo prompt "in public."“Hey Christian, you sure you’re okay with dinner tonight?”
Chris gazed over the top of the car at Steve, who had just climbed out of the passenger side. “Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”
Shrugging, Steve combed through his hair with his fingers. “Well,” he said. “Tim told me you’ve been kind of moody.”
Flashing a tired smile, Chris waved his hand through the air. “Okay first of all, have you met me? I’m always moody.”
Steve nodded. “That’s a good point.”
“We gotta eat. It’s been a long-ass day, and I’m hungry.” Chris walked around the car and wrapped his arms around Steve’s waist. “Besides,” he said with a smirk. “I’ll have you home alone soon enough.” He leaned into Steve’s body and lightly nuzzled his neck.
Glancing over his shoulder, Steve gently pushed Chris away. “Public place, man,” he said with a smile.
Chris flashed a lecherous grin. “So? Live a little.” As he turned to walk toward the entrance of the restaurant, he snaked out a hand and pinched Steve on the ass. Chris knew he’d probably hear about this little breach of etiquette later on, but he wasn’t in the mood to watch every little move he made tonight.
His relationship with Steve, both personal and professional, had ebbed and flowed over the years, and there was a time when Chris thought they’d never be able to make it work. Now that they were finally in a good, solid place again, Chris felt like a little boy who’d just been given the best toy ever and couldn’t wait to run outside and tell all the neighbor kids.
Of course, that was the problem. He didn’t really have the luxury of letting the world know how much he loved Steve, no matter how much he might want to do so. If they were outed to the wrong people, the consequences to their careers would be disastrous. Country radio would probably drop kick him off their playlists so fast it would make their heads spin. He loved the acting and the music, and he was grateful for the success. But sometimes, dammit, he felt like he was smothering.
Once they were inside the restaurant, Chris and Steve took their seats at a table with Tim and Beth. The cast often shared meals together after a shoot, but tonight, it was just the four of them, as everyone else had either headed home early or had other plans. The restaurant was one they’d patronized before, and it was comfortable and light and airy.
As they glanced over the menus, the four of them made small talk. “So, Steve,” Beth said with a smile. “How did you ever manage to squeeze in a visit? You guys aren’t playing until what? A couple of weeks?”
Steve winked. “Well, I finally broke down and cloned myself.” He grinned and nudged Chris with his knee. “Nah, I found a couple of days.”
Tim leaned across the table and patted Steve on the shoulder. “Chris is definitely in a better mood whenever you’re around, so, uh, feel free to stay all the time. Heck, I’ll you move in.”
Chris tried and failed to stifle a laugh. “You know, I’m sitting right here.”
“Oh.” Beth flashed a grin in Chris’s direction. “We love you.” She nodded in Steve’s direction. “Maybe not as much as he does, but we love you.”
Out of the corner of his eye, Chris saw Steve shift in his seat. They’d never really gotten around to telling the cast about their relationship, but Chris had often wondered if at least a couple of them might’ve figured it out. Chris tended to be pretty amorous—handsy, Steve liked to say, and he was finding it more and more difficult to put a lid on his feelings even when they were around people.
Every now and then, Chris liked to inadvertently drop hints about the nature of his relationship with Steve during random conversations or interviews. Sometimes they were honest slip-ups brought on by excitement or sleep deprivation. But lately, they were intentional nuggets of truth, thrown out for the world to see. When he was a guest on Southern Fried Flicks, he’d referred to Steve as his partner and had “accidentally” let it slip that they shared a home in Nashville. Later, both Eric and Steve had given him gentle reminders that he was dancing a little too close to the flames. He knew they’d both support him if he came out for real, but they both knew what he stood to lose if he did. Still, when he had talked about Steve so openly on the show, he’d felt a rush of excitement so intense that he’d wanted to bottle the feeling and carry it around with him.
After a few minutes, a waiter—one they’d had before and knew well—walked over to the table and smiled brightly. “Is everyone ready to order?”
Everyone nodded their assent, and both Tim and Beth rattled off their orders. When it was Steve’s turn, Chris cut him off mid-sentence and nudged him with his knee. “I’ll order for you, Stevie,” he said. He winked at the waiter. “Me and him are practically married. I know what he likes.”
Steve cleared his throat and kicked Chris under the table.
After the waiter had left, Chris, Steve, Tim, and Beth chatted about the current episode of Leverage and about songwriting and about Beth’s photography. Even as he nodded and commented on the conversation, Chris found his mind wandering to Steve. It had been hours since Steve had arrived, but they’d barely been alone long enough to kiss each other hello. Chris fleetingly wondered how obvious it would be if he and Steve excused themselves to go to the bathroom at the same time.
Letting out a breath, Chris glanced at Steve. Screw it, he thought to himself. Under the table, he laid a hand on Steve’s knee and squeezed.
Steve glanced in his direction but didn’t say anything or otherwise react. Instead, he kept himself focused on his conversation with Tim and Beth.
Chris arched an eyebrow and squared his jaw in frustration. Licking his lips, he moved his hand surreptitiously up Steve’s leg and rested it on Steve’s thigh. His fingers brushed lightly back and forth over the denim-clad leg.
Squirming a little, Steve cleared his throat. He slipped his own hand under the table and tried to pry Chris’s fingers from his leg.
“Chris?” Tim tapped on the table. “You hear me?”
With an innocent smile, Chris said, “I’m sorry, Tim. Spaced out. What’s wrong?”
“I asked if you told Steve about the stunt John has you doing next week.”
Shaking his head, Chris gave Steve's leg another squeeze. “No, he likes me to tell him afterward. Otherwise, he gets all worried. Right, babe?”
Steve stepped on Chris's foot and smiled at Tim. “He’s always pulling some kind of stunt. I don’t pay attention anymore.”
Chris glanced around the well-lit restaurant. It was packed the gills tonight, and their table had already gotten a couple of glances and whispers from people who’d obviously recognized the cast. He knew he should really behave himself, but like Steve had said… he was always pulling some kind of stunt.
Smiling serenely, Chris moved his hand a little higher and ghosted his fingers against Steve’s crotch. That got a reaction. Steve jumped in his seat, then gathered himself and took a sip of water to calm his nerves.
Chris knew that Steve was going to wring his neck later on, but he was having entirely too much fun to stop. Chris was pretty touchy-feeling with his friends, but there was a limit to what he could get away with around prying eyes. Most of the time, if he wanted to roll the dice and get handsy with Steve, he did it on stage, where most people would probably chalk it up to the alcohol or adrenaline or performing for the fans. But here? Out in the open in a well-lit restaurant… there was something intoxicating about having his hand on Steve’s growing erection.
A few moments later, the waiter arrived and placed food in front of everyone. Before the young man had had a chance to leave, though, Tim motioned him back to the table. “Hey,” he said. “Is there any way you could bring boxes for these gentlemen here? They have to leave early. I’ll take care of their checks”
“Certainly,” the waiter said.
After the waiter had disappeared to retrieve the boxes, Chris shook his head at Tim. “What are you doing?”
“Well,” Tim said with a smile. “I think I speak for both Beth and myself when I say—with the utmost respect—you two need to get a room.”
“Oh yeah,” Beth nodded.
Chris sat with his mouth open until the waiter breezed over and deposited the boxes on the table. After a few seconds, Chris chanced a look a Steve, whose face was now a bright shade of red. With a rueful smile, Chris started to empty his plate into the to-go container. “How long have you known?”
“I don’t know.” Tim shoved a forkful of pasta into his mouth. “Since ‘The House Rules’ video, at least.”
“Longer for me,” Beth said. “You’re not exactly subtle.”
Steve laughed under his breath. “No, I guess we’re not.” He looped and arm around Chris's neck and gave him a half-hug. "I wouldn't want him to be any other way."
Chris flashed a crooked grin. He felt a flood of relief start to cascade over him as he realized that his and Steve’s secret was out at least to Tim and Beth. Clearly, he was going to finally have to have a chat with the rest of the cast. But that could wait.
For now, he intended to follow Tim’s advice and "get a room."
