to make up for my delay on We Meet Again, here's a KylexChristophe fic!
enjoy!
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He couldn't concentrate. No doubt that if the delectable redhead next to him ever accompanied him on a mission, he'd be dead within minutes...if he lasted THAT long!
And this alone was a bad situation: snow was coming down and Christophe was having a hard time dividing his attention between the road and Kyle, all while trying to mask his semi-hard cock as he watched Kyle play with his curls.
"Gettin' bad out, huh?" Kyle said finally, breaking the silence.
Christophe snapped to attention. "Oui, eet is..." Very intelligent...
Kyle frowned to himself, oblivious to Christophe's arousal. "Maybe we should stop somewhere...There was a sign a little bit ago that said there was a rest stop around here,"
"A truck stop?"
Kyle shrugged. "Better than crashing into a tree, or god forbid another car," he mumbled.
Christophe would have argued...He would have been stubborn and claimed that this weather was nothing, that he had seen worse...He would have...
If this was Gregory...
But no, this was Kyle and Christophe could never seem to say no to Kyle...
"Oui...zhat may be for ze best..." Mentally, he was facepalming himself. You stupid fuck! What a stupid fucking reply!
Without further word, Christophe pulled the van into the empty lot and shut turned off the engine, the sudden sound of the wind and snow increasing dramatically outside of the van that stayed surprisingly warm for the time being.
Sighing loudly, Tophe broke the silence between the two of them. "Vell, looks like eet is getting vorse..."
Kyle nodded lamely. "Kenny said it might storm, but it wasn't supposed to hit until late tonight...We might be here a while..."
Great, thought Christophe. Just what I need. To be trapped in the middle of a snow storm with you taunting me by posing there all sexily, just begging to be taken...
In reality, Kyle was doing nothing more than pulling a small blanket from his bag next to the seat, but in the Frenchman's mind, Kyle could make anything look good.
How in the hell did he even wind up in this mess?
Oh wait...now it was all coming back...
FLASHBACK...
His cell began to ring-the classic tone as he never bothered to have a song set. He was about to growl in frustration as he set his razor down and pciked up the annoyance, but his hate was replaced with nervousness as he read a single name: Kyle.
Of course what you may not expect was that he learned from that girl Bebe how to make one of those stupid hearts using your cell, so it actually read: Kyle 3
Not what you'd expect from a mercenary, huh?
Taling a deep breath and clearing his throat, he answered...
But forgot to say something since his fogged mind was being retarded as hell.
"...um, hello?"
SHEET! Coughing a bit, Christophe finally replied. "Yes, 'ello?"
"Oh! You are there!" Kyle laughed, making the burnet smile. "I actually was going to ask if you were busy today. You aren't working or anything are you?"
"Non, I am not...Vhy do you ask?"
"Oh, cool...Um..." Christophe was listening intently as he heard shuffling coming from the other end of the call. He could practically see his beloved redhead now, pacing his room, clutching onto his cell and biting his lip nervously as he tried to arrange in his mind what to say before the words simply tumbled out in some jumbled fashion. "I was kinda wonderin'...if maybe you'd give me a ride...My folks took the car to take Ike to his hockey game and Stan totally bailed on me..."
A ride? "And vhere is eet zhat you are going?"
"I have to drop something off at my uncle's house in Denver. I actually don't have to get it to him until tomorrow, but the weather's supposed to go to total shit tonight. So...I was trying to find a way to get up there while the roads are supposed to be okay,"
Now after years in his line of work, Christophe had learned how to read his surroundings and and it was very clear that the weather would turn bad within the next couple of hours rather than that evening.
But he'd never been able to be alone with Kyle, especially in such a length of time...
"Oui, zhat sounds sensible. I'll come ovar to get you."
END OF FLASHBACK
And now here they were, caught in a storm.
Luckily, this wasn't a first for Christophe. He had actually made some adjustments to his van so that the weather would stay out and he'd have plenty to do, hence the laptop, hotspot, and radio.
Course that all dulled in comparrison to the person sitting beside him.
Sighing, he let his eyes slip closed and began to chant to himself mentally 'don't fuck him, don't fuck him, don't fuck him...'
"Hey...Christophe?"
Said burnett's eyes snapped open and he turned to address Kyle, who now had a guilty look on his face. "Sorry I...kinda dragged you out here..."
Christophe couldn't help but smile at this. As fiery as Kyle was, he was also thoughtful. "Eet isn't your fault," he insisted. "I 'ad a feeling zhat the storm vould hit sooner zhan your supposed 'veather man' claimed."
Kyle blushed at that, making a shiver run through the mercenary. "Yeah, well...still sucks on your part," he forced a laugh. "At least I wasn't supposed to get that stuff to him until tomorrow so he's not expecting me..."
"Vhat are you giving him, anyway?"
Kyle shrugged. "He's been bugging my dad about supposedly being cut off from the family or some shit. I'm supposed to give him some pictures we had laying around so he stops bitching."
This perked some interest..."Pictures? Like of you?"
"Yeah, dude. The whole family."
"...Could I see them?"
Kyle laughed. "You wanna see them? Why?"
"Because zhey 'ave you in zhem," he answered honestly.
Kyle POV
...Did he just say what I think he said?
I felt my face go red. Surely I heard wrong...
"I'm sorry?"
"Can I see zhem or not?"
"...Yeah..." I had no idea what else to say but that. Christophe and I weren't the best of friends (to be honest I think I got on his nerves), but I knew he wouldn't let it go so I got them out of my bag and handed them over.
Needless to say when he started flipping through them, I was prepared for him to laugh at me. A lot of them were childhood pics or stupid stuff, like when Stan slept over and we fought using the frosting can, resulting in both of us covered in the mess.
But instead...he just had this soft smile.
It confused the hell outta me. "Hey, you okay?"
"Fine...I like this one," He held up an old school photo where I had my hat off, my frizzy hair exposed.
I blushed at that and instinctively tugged at my hat. "I hate that one," I mumbled.
"Vhy's zhat?"
I shrugged. "I just don't like my hair...It's always been a mess,"
"...Can I see?"
"What? No way,"
Lesson for today: don't bother trying to argue with a mercenary. Before I could react, he had already reached to yank my hat off, my stupid red curls falling into my eyes.
Christophe POV
I had always thought Kyle was beautiful, but I had never seen him like this.
Oh, certainly, I had seen a loose lock of that red hair every once in a while, but the entire collection of tresses was always hidden, which is why I liked that picture so much.
But this young man in front of me wasn't the same boy in the picture. The Kyle before me now was an embodiment of some beautiful angel leaping from a Rembrant painting. Those fiery curls fell into his emerald eyes and down to his shoulders.
My breath was caught in my throat and I couldn't resist reaching out to touch them...They were softer than any fine silk I'd come across...
When I locked eyes with him again, I was positive his expression matched mine: confusion, embarrassment...and desire.
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TBC!
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