FIC: Let The Rain Fall Down (1/1)
Title: Let The Rain Fall Down
Author: Cassie Morgan badfalcon
Categories: Steve Carlson/Christian Kane, PWP, Public Sex
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Steve Carlson & Christian Kane 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.
Thanks to: You, for reading. bellasianna, as ever, for the beta, handholding, encouragement and hair-braiding
Summary: Christian and Steve are reunited after a time apart and can't keep their hands off each other. They don't even make it to the car...
Christian grinned and pushed himself up from the wall as Steve stepped out of the door and into the rain. His grin only widened when Steve spotted him and stumbled to a stop, a matching grin quickly spreading on his face as he closed the gap between them. He barely had chance to utter a greeting before he found himself slammed back against the wall, Steve pressed flush against him, hands tangled in his hair. He groaned against Steve's lips, looped his arms around his neck and pulled him even closer, returning the kiss and echoing Steve's desperation as they bit at each other's lips, sucked on each others tongue, rocked and thrust each other, slamming repeatedly back against the brick wall.
Steve growled as he fought for control of the kiss, cradling Christian's head in his hands to angle his face and bite at his lips; a move Christian allowed briefly before he took back dominance and forced his tongue past Steve's lips, parting them as he pulled his hair loose from its tie, fingers running through it. His tongue stroked over Steve's before sucking on it hard, Steve bucking and thrusting against him with a whine.
Steve broke the kiss long enough to push his hair back out of his eyes from where the rain had plastered it against his face. He met Christian's eyes; a slight tensing of Christian's shoulders his only warning before Christian surged up and grabbed his face, dragging him back down and kissing him again. Grinning against Christian's lips, Steve pressed harder against him, rolling his hips, letting him feel his erection.
Groaning, Christian bucked up against Steve. He curled one hand around the back of his neck, holding him tightly, his other hand slipping between them, fumbling with his zip to slide his hand in past rain-sodden jeans and damp boxers, fingers sliding over Steve’s cock.
“Chris…” Steve hissed and thrust into Christian’s fist. “Fuck, Chris…” He shifted position, bracing himself against the wall as he unzipped Christian’s pants, stroking him knowingly until Christian was tense and bucking against him.
A desperate whimper was Christian’s only response, clinging to Steve, thrusting against him, his own hand working hard and fast in Steve’s pants; Steve stroking and bucking in return as they continued to kiss. “Steve… I need… Please… I’m gonna… Steve, fuck…” Locking his knees, Christian threw his head back against the wall - Steve following him forward without breaking the kiss. His grip on Steve’s neck tightened as his orgasm shot through him, coating Steve’s hand and soaking his boxers. “Fuck…” Christian muttered, tongue flickering over Steve’s bottom lip, his strokes on Steve’s cock growing firmer; a flick of his wrist as his hand slid over the head making Steve cry out wordlessly, his back arching as he came, slumping forward against Christian, their kiss fading into nothing more than panting open-mouthed against each other.
Steve pulled back with a groan, extracted his hand from Christian’s pants and wiped his hand on his jeans. Unable to contain his smile, he cupped Christian’s face in his hand, fingers stroking over his cheek, Christian’s lips brushing over his palm. “Hi,” he whispered, leaning forward to kiss Christian again; a softer, gentler kiss, Christian’s lips parting under his.
Christian pulled his hand from Steve’s pants to wrap his arm around his waist, pulling Steve tight against him once again. “Hi yourself,” he grinned, running his hands through Steve’s hair.
Sighing softly, Steve leaned into the touch, resting his head against Christian’s shoulder. He inhaled deeply, nuzzling his throat, fingers threading through his hair. “Missed you.”
“Missed you too.” Christian slid two fingers under Steve’s chin, tipping his face up to kiss him - the kiss quickly growing hard, fast and deep again, Christian cupping Steve’s face, Steve’s hands tugging at Christian’s hair, teeth nipping and tongues probing as they both duelled for dominance once more. “Fuck Steve…” He spun them around, pressing Steve back against the wall, pressing one of his knees between Steve’s thighs, rocking into him; Steve keening low and thrusting back, humping his leg.
Without breaking the kiss, Christian slipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out his keys. Pulling Steve upright again, he hit the alarm and unlocked his truck.
Steve looked up at the sound and pushed his hair out of his face, laughing as Christian shoved him forward. He shook his head in amusement and kissed Christian quickly before they ran through the rain across the car park, falling into the truck and on top of each other, laughing and kissing, hands touching and exploring, pushing soaked clothing out of the way, desperate for the feel of skin, the windows steaming up as they rocked against each other.
“Gotta get you home,” Christian growled against Steve’s lips, sucking on the lower, hands fumbling with his keys in the ignition.
Steve slumped back against the seat, pressing the heel of his hand against his growing erection through his jeans. He ran his eyes over Christian and licked his lips suggestively, grinning at the shudder that ran through him. “Fuck yeah.”
~El Fin~
Author: Cassie Morgan badfalcon
Categories: Steve Carlson/Christian Kane, PWP, Public Sex
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Steve Carlson & Christian Kane 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.
Thanks to: You, for reading. bellasianna, as ever, for the beta, handholding, encouragement and hair-braiding
Summary: Christian and Steve are reunited after a time apart and can't keep their hands off each other. They don't even make it to the car...
Christian grinned and pushed himself up from the wall as Steve stepped out of the door and into the rain. His grin only widened when Steve spotted him and stumbled to a stop, a matching grin quickly spreading on his face as he closed the gap between them. He barely had chance to utter a greeting before he found himself slammed back against the wall, Steve pressed flush against him, hands tangled in his hair. He groaned against Steve's lips, looped his arms around his neck and pulled him even closer, returning the kiss and echoing Steve's desperation as they bit at each other's lips, sucked on each others tongue, rocked and thrust each other, slamming repeatedly back against the brick wall.
Steve growled as he fought for control of the kiss, cradling Christian's head in his hands to angle his face and bite at his lips; a move Christian allowed briefly before he took back dominance and forced his tongue past Steve's lips, parting them as he pulled his hair loose from its tie, fingers running through it. His tongue stroked over Steve's before sucking on it hard, Steve bucking and thrusting against him with a whine.
Steve broke the kiss long enough to push his hair back out of his eyes from where the rain had plastered it against his face. He met Christian's eyes; a slight tensing of Christian's shoulders his only warning before Christian surged up and grabbed his face, dragging him back down and kissing him again. Grinning against Christian's lips, Steve pressed harder against him, rolling his hips, letting him feel his erection.
Groaning, Christian bucked up against Steve. He curled one hand around the back of his neck, holding him tightly, his other hand slipping between them, fumbling with his zip to slide his hand in past rain-sodden jeans and damp boxers, fingers sliding over Steve’s cock.
“Chris…” Steve hissed and thrust into Christian’s fist. “Fuck, Chris…” He shifted position, bracing himself against the wall as he unzipped Christian’s pants, stroking him knowingly until Christian was tense and bucking against him.
A desperate whimper was Christian’s only response, clinging to Steve, thrusting against him, his own hand working hard and fast in Steve’s pants; Steve stroking and bucking in return as they continued to kiss. “Steve… I need… Please… I’m gonna… Steve, fuck…” Locking his knees, Christian threw his head back against the wall - Steve following him forward without breaking the kiss. His grip on Steve’s neck tightened as his orgasm shot through him, coating Steve’s hand and soaking his boxers. “Fuck…” Christian muttered, tongue flickering over Steve’s bottom lip, his strokes on Steve’s cock growing firmer; a flick of his wrist as his hand slid over the head making Steve cry out wordlessly, his back arching as he came, slumping forward against Christian, their kiss fading into nothing more than panting open-mouthed against each other.
Steve pulled back with a groan, extracted his hand from Christian’s pants and wiped his hand on his jeans. Unable to contain his smile, he cupped Christian’s face in his hand, fingers stroking over his cheek, Christian’s lips brushing over his palm. “Hi,” he whispered, leaning forward to kiss Christian again; a softer, gentler kiss, Christian’s lips parting under his.
Christian pulled his hand from Steve’s pants to wrap his arm around his waist, pulling Steve tight against him once again. “Hi yourself,” he grinned, running his hands through Steve’s hair.
Sighing softly, Steve leaned into the touch, resting his head against Christian’s shoulder. He inhaled deeply, nuzzling his throat, fingers threading through his hair. “Missed you.”
“Missed you too.” Christian slid two fingers under Steve’s chin, tipping his face up to kiss him - the kiss quickly growing hard, fast and deep again, Christian cupping Steve’s face, Steve’s hands tugging at Christian’s hair, teeth nipping and tongues probing as they both duelled for dominance once more. “Fuck Steve…” He spun them around, pressing Steve back against the wall, pressing one of his knees between Steve’s thighs, rocking into him; Steve keening low and thrusting back, humping his leg.
Without breaking the kiss, Christian slipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out his keys. Pulling Steve upright again, he hit the alarm and unlocked his truck.
Steve looked up at the sound and pushed his hair out of his face, laughing as Christian shoved him forward. He shook his head in amusement and kissed Christian quickly before they ran through the rain across the car park, falling into the truck and on top of each other, laughing and kissing, hands touching and exploring, pushing soaked clothing out of the way, desperate for the feel of skin, the windows steaming up as they rocked against each other.
“Gotta get you home,” Christian growled against Steve’s lips, sucking on the lower, hands fumbling with his keys in the ignition.
Steve slumped back against the seat, pressing the heel of his hand against his growing erection through his jeans. He ran his eyes over Christian and licked his lips suggestively, grinning at the shudder that ran through him. “Fuck yeah.”
~El Fin~