Make a Wish
Title: Make a Wish
'Verse: The Effect
Pairing: Chris/Seth
Rating: slash - soft
Author's Note: This came into my head the other night and I had to write it, even though I told myself I wasn't going to write these characters anymore. I don't know if I did Seth right, I've never been confident about him. But I love Chris in this. He's so misunderstood all the time and he's never really given a chance. He can be so incredible if someone just puts a little faith in him.
Seth belongs to guiltycross. Chris belongs to me.
There was one light on in Chris's room, a bright lamp at the Terminal, which was what he called his cluster of computers covering one full wall of his bedroom. The sound of the keyboard clacking away could be heard over the tinny music coming from the ear buds he wore. Chris worked intently, peering through his glasses at the screen.
He paused from his work to cross the room to his nightstand and grab his water bottle, lifting it to his mouth and taking a big gulp. His eyes flicked over to the window and widened in astonishment. A band of falling stars soared across the sky. He set his water bottle down and looked closer. It was a full-on meteor shower.
"Oh my god, this is-this is!" He threw his hands over his head in amazement, turned once around the room, and without fully thinking it through, raced over to the bathroom he shared with Seth, and knocked softly on the door to his room, and then again a little louder.
"Seth," he called softly. "Hey, open up! You've gotta see this!"
The door was pulled open and Chris found a sleepy-eyed, half-naked Seth glaring at him. But Chris barely noticed his state, too childishly excited to care. "Come here," he told him eagerly, pushing his way inside. "Let's go to the balcony!"
"Chris, what the hell-"
"Shh, shh!" He pulled him to the balcony, pushed open the door and dragged him out into the cool night air. "Look!" He pointed to the sky, where the meteors were still falling. Seth gazed up.
"I've never seen a meteor shower before!" Chris babbled, craning his neck up towards the sky. "I've always lived in the city and you can't see them from there. It's incredible isn't it?" He paused. "Seth?" He looked over at him. Seth was watching him, and Chris suddenly felt self-conscious. "Um. Well, anyway. I thought it was cool. Sorry for waking you," he said lamely.
Seth crossed over to him. Make a wish, he thought grimly, gingerly placed his hands on Chris's shoulders, and kissed him softly on the mouth. Just once, briefly, and then he pulled away. Chris's lips parted in astonishment.
"Seth?"
The blonde stayed there just long enough for Chris to regain his senses. He wrapped his arms around him, pulled him bodily towards him, and kissed him back. It was nothing like what Seth had expected of him. It was tender and gentle and it demanded nothing of him.
"Chris," Seth gasped against his lips, and the taller man snapped to attention.
"I'm sorry, is this-If it's not all right-"
He looked so worried. And Seth felt a twinge of guilt because he knew, in some shadowy part in the back of his head, how long Chris had been waiting for this. How long he'd wanted it.
"It's fine," he assured him. "It's fine. I'm just… It's a little cold." An indirect method of bringing attention to the fact that all he had on was a pair of boxers.
Chris's eyes wandered briefly down, before snapping back up again guiltily. "Oh. Crap. I'm sorry." He pulled the door open for him, and Seth went back into the warmth of his bedroom, folding his arms around his chest to hold himself in, keep himself together before he flew out of control.
"Okay, well," he said hesitantly as he closed the door behind him. He hovered there uncertainly, unable to decide whether to stay or go, whether he was wanted or not.
So Seth kissed him again. And Chris's arms curled around him and brought him back, and returned the kiss. So softly. Somehow, that made all the difference in the world to Seth, melting into each kiss.
"Go on a date with me," Chris murmured against his lips.
"Wha-"
"Tomorrow. Please?" He kissed him again. "Just one date."
"Chris-"
"I'm not leaving until you say yes," he told him, laughing, but utterly serious.
Seth considered it, his green eyes wandering over Chris's face. "Fine, you bastard," he huffed. "But we're not going anywhere Chris-like."
Chris grinned, hugged him, and pressed his lips to Seth's again. "I'll pretend I haven't got a clue what you mean. Thank you, Seth. I'll let you get some sleep now." He kissed him one final time, long and sweet and lingering, and left.
Seth frowned at his back and turned around to the balcony when the door closed behind him. The meteors were still falling. Chris had been so childlike when he'd pulled him to the balcony, and it had surprised Seth. Well, not the childishness. He'd always thought Chris was immature. But this had been different, this had been… endearing.
Biting his lip, he shook his head at the meteor shower. I wish I hadn't done that.
He sighed and pressed his palm to the glass. What was he doing? What was he doing? He groaned softly, clenched a fist in his hair, and turned back to crawl into bed. Something fluttered in his stomach.
He was going on a date with Chris tomorrow. On a date. With Chris.
And he was looking forward to it.
'Verse: The Effect
Pairing: Chris/Seth
Rating: slash - soft
Author's Note: This came into my head the other night and I had to write it, even though I told myself I wasn't going to write these characters anymore. I don't know if I did Seth right, I've never been confident about him. But I love Chris in this. He's so misunderstood all the time and he's never really given a chance. He can be so incredible if someone just puts a little faith in him.
Seth belongs to guiltycross. Chris belongs to me.
There was one light on in Chris's room, a bright lamp at the Terminal, which was what he called his cluster of computers covering one full wall of his bedroom. The sound of the keyboard clacking away could be heard over the tinny music coming from the ear buds he wore. Chris worked intently, peering through his glasses at the screen.
He paused from his work to cross the room to his nightstand and grab his water bottle, lifting it to his mouth and taking a big gulp. His eyes flicked over to the window and widened in astonishment. A band of falling stars soared across the sky. He set his water bottle down and looked closer. It was a full-on meteor shower.
"Oh my god, this is-this is!" He threw his hands over his head in amazement, turned once around the room, and without fully thinking it through, raced over to the bathroom he shared with Seth, and knocked softly on the door to his room, and then again a little louder.
"Seth," he called softly. "Hey, open up! You've gotta see this!"
The door was pulled open and Chris found a sleepy-eyed, half-naked Seth glaring at him. But Chris barely noticed his state, too childishly excited to care. "Come here," he told him eagerly, pushing his way inside. "Let's go to the balcony!"
"Chris, what the hell-"
"Shh, shh!" He pulled him to the balcony, pushed open the door and dragged him out into the cool night air. "Look!" He pointed to the sky, where the meteors were still falling. Seth gazed up.
"I've never seen a meteor shower before!" Chris babbled, craning his neck up towards the sky. "I've always lived in the city and you can't see them from there. It's incredible isn't it?" He paused. "Seth?" He looked over at him. Seth was watching him, and Chris suddenly felt self-conscious. "Um. Well, anyway. I thought it was cool. Sorry for waking you," he said lamely.
Seth crossed over to him. Make a wish, he thought grimly, gingerly placed his hands on Chris's shoulders, and kissed him softly on the mouth. Just once, briefly, and then he pulled away. Chris's lips parted in astonishment.
"Seth?"
The blonde stayed there just long enough for Chris to regain his senses. He wrapped his arms around him, pulled him bodily towards him, and kissed him back. It was nothing like what Seth had expected of him. It was tender and gentle and it demanded nothing of him.
"Chris," Seth gasped against his lips, and the taller man snapped to attention.
"I'm sorry, is this-If it's not all right-"
He looked so worried. And Seth felt a twinge of guilt because he knew, in some shadowy part in the back of his head, how long Chris had been waiting for this. How long he'd wanted it.
"It's fine," he assured him. "It's fine. I'm just… It's a little cold." An indirect method of bringing attention to the fact that all he had on was a pair of boxers.
Chris's eyes wandered briefly down, before snapping back up again guiltily. "Oh. Crap. I'm sorry." He pulled the door open for him, and Seth went back into the warmth of his bedroom, folding his arms around his chest to hold himself in, keep himself together before he flew out of control.
"Okay, well," he said hesitantly as he closed the door behind him. He hovered there uncertainly, unable to decide whether to stay or go, whether he was wanted or not.
So Seth kissed him again. And Chris's arms curled around him and brought him back, and returned the kiss. So softly. Somehow, that made all the difference in the world to Seth, melting into each kiss.
"Go on a date with me," Chris murmured against his lips.
"Wha-"
"Tomorrow. Please?" He kissed him again. "Just one date."
"Chris-"
"I'm not leaving until you say yes," he told him, laughing, but utterly serious.
Seth considered it, his green eyes wandering over Chris's face. "Fine, you bastard," he huffed. "But we're not going anywhere Chris-like."
Chris grinned, hugged him, and pressed his lips to Seth's again. "I'll pretend I haven't got a clue what you mean. Thank you, Seth. I'll let you get some sleep now." He kissed him one final time, long and sweet and lingering, and left.
Seth frowned at his back and turned around to the balcony when the door closed behind him. The meteors were still falling. Chris had been so childlike when he'd pulled him to the balcony, and it had surprised Seth. Well, not the childishness. He'd always thought Chris was immature. But this had been different, this had been… endearing.
Biting his lip, he shook his head at the meteor shower. I wish I hadn't done that.
He sighed and pressed his palm to the glass. What was he doing? What was he doing? He groaned softly, clenched a fist in his hair, and turned back to crawl into bed. Something fluttered in his stomach.
He was going on a date with Chris tomorrow. On a date. With Chris.
And he was looking forward to it.