FIC: Three Part Harmony

[yansadracan]

Title: Three Part Harmony
Author: YanzaDracan
Fandom: RPS
Pairing: Chris/Steve/Jensen music




Rating: FRT
Summary: Wrote this for a prompt at Bite Sized Bits of Fic, but badfalcon beat me to it. I like her version, too.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, they belong to themselves. This is a work of fiction. I'm not making any money. 

 

Some days it seemed like they’d always been. They shared...a lot. They partied together, shared houses, clothes, girls and copious amounts of alcohol and other things that need not be mentioned. 

They worked in TV, movies and music. Between jobs and familial duties, they were often sprawled around someone’s living room with beer, guitars, and pizza. Some of those songs were just well…some things are better not talked about in the light of day. 

At their final gig before going to Europe, the members of Kane cajoled and poked Jensen until he’d climbed on stage, his harmonies blending perfectly with Steve’s as they backed Christian. 

Jensen was not aware of the looks passing between the two as the crowd shouted itself hoarse when they finished. They'd discussed telling their friend about the change in their relationship, maybe testing the waters to see how far those harmonies would carry, but they were still new, and they were still two men, let alone three, who were in the public eye, even if it was in Hollyweird. 

They were taking some time with their families before they left to tell them, but they wanted to tell Jen before leaving. He no sooner finished one series than some other producer wanted that pretty face drawing fangirls, so there was no telling when they would be together again. Kane was flying out of DFW to Europe after visiting Chris’ family. 

Jensen had been up early that morning and was dozing when they pulled up to the house. 

“Come on Jenny boy, we’re home.” Chris started to open the truck door. 

“Screw you, Kane. You got to sleep all day. Some of us have day jobs.” Jensen growled, never happy when someone woke him. 

He helped get the equipment stowed before dragging to the guest room for what was left of the night. 

Steve plied him with breakfast and enough coffee to float a boat, Chris drug them out on the deck so Jen and Steve could indulge in cigarettes with their coffee. 

Blue and green eyes watched Christian prowl the yard while Steve and Jensen sat in companionable silence. After a second lap, he settled and leaned against Steve’s leg. 

“Jen…” He stopped then looked at Steve who just smiled softly. He tried again. “Jen…uh… it’s just that…that…that we have something to tell you.” He waved an arm, frustrated he couldn’t express himself. 

Jensen’s eyes widened behind his glasses. Then laughed. “Christ Kane. When’d you become a girl?” 

“Shut up Jenny. I’m trying to be serious here.” He growled, as Steve started laughing. 

“You want to tell me Steve finally let you catch him?” Jensen teased quietly. 

“What!...How did you!...I mean…” Chris sputtered as Steve continued to laugh. 

“You’re a tactile guy, Chris. Lately you’re wrapped around Blondie here like one of his scarves.” Jensen grinned at Steve who blushed hotly. “So, Kane’s tour of Europe is a cover story for your honeymoon.” He snickered into his coffee cup, but his eyes were sad. 

Both men sputtered at Jensen’s suggestion, though they had teased each other in private about the same thing. 

“Seriously, guys, it’s great. I’m happy for you.” He said quietly, heading into the house. “I’m just gonna…” He held up his coffee cup. 

The two exchanged another look as they watched the younger man walk away. 

“Do you think we should?...” Chris’ eyes narrowed as he watched Jensen closely. 

“We always made great music together.” Steve pulled Chris close as he also watched. 

When they got back from Steve’s folks, Jensen offered his vehicle to go to the airport. He was flying on the same flight to DFW to visit his family. 

Chris’ and Jensen’s families were waiting when they landed. If Jensen looked befuddled, they put it down to his working two shows back to back. If Steve and Chris looked apprehensive, it could be put down to nerves over their tour. 

The three men held onto each other a long time before letting go. Chris and Steve each planted a chaste kiss on Jensen’s temples. 

“Just think about it, Jenny.” Chris’ pleaded. 

“I will…seriously.” He hugged each of them with a light touch of lips to whiskered jaws. 

Jensen was there to pick them up when they got back to LA. He greeted them warmly. 

Finally they were standing in their living room. Chris and Steve had poked, prodded, cajoled and begged all the way from the airport. 

Finally green eyes looked into two sets of blue. “I think it’ll be the best song we’ve ever written.” He smiled wickedly as they pounced.

Comments

[princesslanie.livejournal.com]

oooo i just found this. i can't wait to read more of this.

[yanzadracan.livejournal.com]

Enjoy! Love your icon.