Date: 2010-10-18 09:04 am (UTC)
It's the narrowing of Steve's eyes, the way his forehead wrinkles and that little darkening of the tops of his cheeks. There's something about it that drives Christian fucking crazy. It shouldn't, and he knows it shouldn't but oh it does.

So he pushes and pushes until he makes it happen. Flirts with all the girls, buys them drinks, a hand on their lower back as he leans in close to talk to them.

He can feel it happen, feel the jealousy rolling in waves off Steve, even from across the room. A smirk curls his lips and...

And Steve is stalking across the room; eyes narrowed, forehead wrinkled just so and the tops of his cheeks pink. There's a warning growl nanoseconds before Steve's hands fist in the lapels of Christian's shirt, tugging him up into a fierce, possessive kiss before bodily dragging him out of the bar.

This time they make it as far as Christian's truck in the parking lot - Christian bent over it, hands braced on the hood as Steve's fucking him, growling 'mine'

Yeah, Chris likes it when Steve's a little jealous
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