yansadracan

Title: Free - Not A Joke Chapter 2A
Author: YanzaDracan
Fandom: RPS
Rating: FRM
Pairing: Chris/Jensen
Summary: Mention of Steve, Bite Sized Bits of Fic prompt free

Green eyes slid to half mast as they looked through the cottonwood leaves shading them from the afternoon sun. Breathing finally slowed from the harsh pants of moments before.

Long dark hair streaked red by the sun tickle his nipples as warm breath caresses his throat. Sunlight dapples sweat streaked skin a Navajo blanket protects tender skin from summer baked ground.

A low groan left both men as Jensen slipped free from Chris’ body.

“Ya okay, Babe?” Jensen’s hand soothes over Chris’ spine.

“Only way it’d be any better is if Steve was here.” Kane smiled against his chest.

“Couple more days. Then your mama can torture him instead of me.” Jen grinned as he kissed Chris’ forehead, then rolled him off his chest. “You’re heavy, Kane. Time for a diet.”

“Solid muscle, Jenny, solid muscle.” He pulls Jensen back against his chest.

His face became serious. “You really sure about this, darlin’?”

“I want to be rid of this 800 pound gorilla, Chris.” Jensen propped his head on his hand. He pushed the long hair out of Chris’ face. “The only time we’re not together is when I’m filming. I want to tell my folks before some reporter blindsides them with questions about me being gay. I don’t want to hide anymore.” He flopped on his back and spun the plain platinum band on his left hand.

He rubbed his thumb over the matching band on Chris’ hand. “Did Steve say something? Are you guys having second thoughts? This could come back on you, too. We don’t have to say anything, ever.”

“Like we give a damn. We’ve lived in each other’s hip pocket for years. Don’t think it’ll be too big a surprise. Just a lot of money changin’ hands on who bet what. Screw everyone else.” He teased.

A light blush covered freckled cheeks. “Just what I always wanted, a betting pool on my sex life.” He reached for his clothes. “Our friends really need to get lives of their own.” He groused.

“My folks know about me and Steve. I’m pretty sure you’re not gonna be a big surprise. I’m more worried about your folks.” Chris pulled Jensen down for another kiss. “Plus the rings might have given ‘em a clue.” He gave a chuckle. “Seen my shirt?”

“Speakin’ of your mama, we better get back before we’re late for supper.” He reached for his clothes.

A strong hand gripped his wrist.

“What if it goes bad? You gonna be able to live with that?” Blue eyes studied him intently.

“It’ll hurt, bad, but I’ll still have you and Steve. We’ll be free.”