FIC: When You're 3000 Miles Away
Title: When You’re 3000 Miles Away
Author: Cassie (falconkenobi@hotmail.com)
Fandom: RPS - Kane
Categories: Christian Kane/Riley Smith, Christian Kane/Steve Carlson, PWP
Rating: NC-17
Thanks to: You, for reading. bellasianna, as ever, for the beta, handholding, encouragement, writing Of faux axe murderers and blowjobs that happen when your other half is half a world away that inspired this piece and for letting me play in her sandpit. Riley as Chris’ boytoy FTW ♥
Disclaimer: Christian Kane, Steve Carlson & Riley Smith are real people, and the events in this story are just that - fictional, figments of my sick and twisted imagination. Hell, call it a fantasy if it makes you feel better. Whatever. No rumours should be started in regards to any events in these works of fiction. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it.
Summary: Christian misses Steve. And that damn video has made him incredibly horny. Luckily, Riley has a really pretty mouth and knows just what to do with it.
Christian has had A Bad Day. In fact, if you asked him, he would tell you he’s had a fucking bad WEEK. And it’s been a very long week - he’s been horny for all of it. Ever since he saw that video of Steve’s… only Steve’s on tour, which means he ain’t here; ain’t anywhere near Christian or his cock.
And that was definitely A Problem.
To make it worse, if that was even possible, it was Friday night. And he was alone. And bored. And yup, you guessed it, horny. Which just pissed him off good and proper. Especially when you considered his bottle of tequila was less than a quarter full. And he’d forgotten to go to the liquor store on his way home.
Had he mentioned horny as fuck, caused by Steve and with no Steve anywhere near? Couldn’t even get hold of him on the phone, damnit!
So, he did the only thing he could do; grabbed what was left of the tequila, flung himself down on his couch, ripped open the fly of his jeans and shoved them down his thighs and hit the play button to watch the video again. And jerk off. Watching Steve, of course.
He tried to ignore her and keep his attention on Steve… the way he touched, the way he kissed; mind filling in the way he felt, his scent… until Christian was moaning out loud, fist furiously working his cock, teeth biting down on his lower lip until he could taste blood. He paused the DVD, hips bucking into his hand, fingers stroking, pumping, dancing, touching. His eyes were fixed on Steve, his breathing coming in fast pants as his mind wandered and he could almost sense Steve; could almost pretend it was Steve’s hand and not his own and…
And the front door slammed open, a familiar voice shouting his name. But, Christian groaned, his head thumping back on the couch; it was the wrong voice. A welcome one, nonetheless, even if it was going on about axe murderers and front doors being unlocked.
“I brought… ” Riley stumbled to a stop, the word beer dying on his lips, the six-pack raised in the air. His eyes widened at the sight of Christian sprawled on the couch, cheeks flushed, eyes blown, erect cock in hand. His hand fell to his side, the beer falling to the floor and he just stood and stared at Christian.
“Don’t just stand there, boy,” Christian growled, rolling his head to look at Riley. “Get over here and make yourself useful.”
Riley grinned and crossed the room, dropping to his knees in front of Christian. His hands slid up Christian’s thighs, tracing his hipbones. He glanced up and met Christian’s eyes. “What about Steve?” He asked softly, suddenly feeling unsure of his position and quickly looking over his shoulder at the TV screen.
“Steve ain’t here,” Christian ground out, hips jerking at the feather-light touch. “And that’s kinda my problem. Now, either put that pretty mouth of yours to work or get the fuck outta here!”
Riley nodded, the corners of his lips quirking up in a smile as his touch grew bolder. His fingers slid down to curl around Christian’s erection. He dipped his head, tongue swirling around the crown. Glancing up at Christian through lowered lashes, Riley took the very tip of his cock in his mouth, suckling gently.
Christian swore and his hands shot out to grab Riley’s head. “Don’t fucking tease.”
Looking up at Christian again, Riley grinned, tonguing the length of his cock before sliding his lips as far down as he could. His tongue worked along the underside, one hand at the base of Christian’s cock, the other playing with his balls, Riley quickly worked to a rhythm he knew would bring Christian off. And he was right - Christian’s eyes were tightly closed, his fingers digging into Riley’s scalp, his lips parted and moaning wordlessly as his hips jerked forward, pistoning in and out of Riley’s mouth.
Riley grunted and dropped his jaw, any pretence of him being in control lost as Christian started fucking his mouth. He flattened his tongue along the underside of Christian’s cock, cheeks hollowed as he increased the suction and Christian’s hips were bucking with orgasm and stuttering the first syllable of Steve’s name twice before biting down on his lip and flooding Riley’s mouth with come.
Christian’s hands fell from Riley’s head and he slumped back on the couch, eyes still closed, panting for breath as Riley pulled away. He muttered curses under his breath, half-aware of Riley moving around him. He ran a hand over his face to push his hair away from his eyes. He fumbled for the remote, turning the DVD player off before opening his eyes and turning to face Riley, who was sitting on the arm of the couch, drinking one of the beers.
“You bring food?”
Riley took a long swig from the can before answering with a grin, “Nah, I just ate.’
~El Fin~
Author: Cassie (falconkenobi@hotmail.com)
Fandom: RPS - Kane
Categories: Christian Kane/Riley Smith, Christian Kane/Steve Carlson, PWP
Rating: NC-17
Thanks to: You, for reading. bellasianna, as ever, for the beta, handholding, encouragement, writing Of faux axe murderers and blowjobs that happen when your other half is half a world away that inspired this piece and for letting me play in her sandpit. Riley as Chris’ boytoy FTW ♥
Disclaimer: Christian Kane, Steve Carlson & Riley Smith are real people, and the events in this story are just that - fictional, figments of my sick and twisted imagination. Hell, call it a fantasy if it makes you feel better. Whatever. No rumours should be started in regards to any events in these works of fiction. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it.
Summary: Christian misses Steve. And that damn video has made him incredibly horny. Luckily, Riley has a really pretty mouth and knows just what to do with it.
Christian has had A Bad Day. In fact, if you asked him, he would tell you he’s had a fucking bad WEEK. And it’s been a very long week - he’s been horny for all of it. Ever since he saw that video of Steve’s… only Steve’s on tour, which means he ain’t here; ain’t anywhere near Christian or his cock.
And that was definitely A Problem.
To make it worse, if that was even possible, it was Friday night. And he was alone. And bored. And yup, you guessed it, horny. Which just pissed him off good and proper. Especially when you considered his bottle of tequila was less than a quarter full. And he’d forgotten to go to the liquor store on his way home.
Had he mentioned horny as fuck, caused by Steve and with no Steve anywhere near? Couldn’t even get hold of him on the phone, damnit!
So, he did the only thing he could do; grabbed what was left of the tequila, flung himself down on his couch, ripped open the fly of his jeans and shoved them down his thighs and hit the play button to watch the video again. And jerk off. Watching Steve, of course.
He tried to ignore her and keep his attention on Steve… the way he touched, the way he kissed; mind filling in the way he felt, his scent… until Christian was moaning out loud, fist furiously working his cock, teeth biting down on his lower lip until he could taste blood. He paused the DVD, hips bucking into his hand, fingers stroking, pumping, dancing, touching. His eyes were fixed on Steve, his breathing coming in fast pants as his mind wandered and he could almost sense Steve; could almost pretend it was Steve’s hand and not his own and…
And the front door slammed open, a familiar voice shouting his name. But, Christian groaned, his head thumping back on the couch; it was the wrong voice. A welcome one, nonetheless, even if it was going on about axe murderers and front doors being unlocked.
“I brought… ” Riley stumbled to a stop, the word beer dying on his lips, the six-pack raised in the air. His eyes widened at the sight of Christian sprawled on the couch, cheeks flushed, eyes blown, erect cock in hand. His hand fell to his side, the beer falling to the floor and he just stood and stared at Christian.
“Don’t just stand there, boy,” Christian growled, rolling his head to look at Riley. “Get over here and make yourself useful.”
Riley grinned and crossed the room, dropping to his knees in front of Christian. His hands slid up Christian’s thighs, tracing his hipbones. He glanced up and met Christian’s eyes. “What about Steve?” He asked softly, suddenly feeling unsure of his position and quickly looking over his shoulder at the TV screen.
“Steve ain’t here,” Christian ground out, hips jerking at the feather-light touch. “And that’s kinda my problem. Now, either put that pretty mouth of yours to work or get the fuck outta here!”
Riley nodded, the corners of his lips quirking up in a smile as his touch grew bolder. His fingers slid down to curl around Christian’s erection. He dipped his head, tongue swirling around the crown. Glancing up at Christian through lowered lashes, Riley took the very tip of his cock in his mouth, suckling gently.
Christian swore and his hands shot out to grab Riley’s head. “Don’t fucking tease.”
Looking up at Christian again, Riley grinned, tonguing the length of his cock before sliding his lips as far down as he could. His tongue worked along the underside, one hand at the base of Christian’s cock, the other playing with his balls, Riley quickly worked to a rhythm he knew would bring Christian off. And he was right - Christian’s eyes were tightly closed, his fingers digging into Riley’s scalp, his lips parted and moaning wordlessly as his hips jerked forward, pistoning in and out of Riley’s mouth.
Riley grunted and dropped his jaw, any pretence of him being in control lost as Christian started fucking his mouth. He flattened his tongue along the underside of Christian’s cock, cheeks hollowed as he increased the suction and Christian’s hips were bucking with orgasm and stuttering the first syllable of Steve’s name twice before biting down on his lip and flooding Riley’s mouth with come.
Christian’s hands fell from Riley’s head and he slumped back on the couch, eyes still closed, panting for breath as Riley pulled away. He muttered curses under his breath, half-aware of Riley moving around him. He ran a hand over his face to push his hair away from his eyes. He fumbled for the remote, turning the DVD player off before opening his eyes and turning to face Riley, who was sitting on the arm of the couch, drinking one of the beers.
“You bring food?”
Riley took a long swig from the can before answering with a grin, “Nah, I just ate.’
~El Fin~