Fic: Bad Reputation
TITLE: Bad Reputation
AUTHOR: Electric Light Shadowboxer
RATING: NC17 for adult situations
WORD COUNT: 454
CATEGORY: Slash
PAIRING: Nate/Eliot
DISCLAIMER: I do not own, nor am I associated with Leverage. No copyright infringement intended. This little piece of insanity was written for fun, not profit. I make no money. Literally.
SUMMARY: Eliot has a very good reputation.
NOTE: Written for Hawk Dancing’s prompt: Nate/Eliot - Bad Reputation over at comment-fic.
NOTE2: I have tried and tried to post this so it shows up "normal" until I'm cursing a blue streak. If anyone has any idea how to make this work, I'd appreciate some input.
Nate slouched further into the couch, heels up on Eliot’s coffee table until the hitter walked around with two fingers of Jameson in one hand a fresh bottle of Miller High Life in the other, and kicked his legs so his feet slid off into the floor.
“Feet off the furniture. Didn’t your momma teach you better than that?”
The grin spreading across Nate’s booze flushed face was unrepentant. “Yeah, I haven’t exactly been thinking about my ma.” He leered as he took the glass from Eliot, eyeing his naked ass.
Eliot rolled his eyes and knocked the hair out of his face as he collapsed on the leather sofa next to Nate. “I should hope not. Talk about bein’ bad for my reputation. Your momma better be the last thing you’re thinkin’ about when I fuck you.”
Nate sipped at his glass, eyes shining in the light from the hockey game on the TV. He snorted, and then doubled coughing to try and clear the burn of alcohol going down the wrong way. Wheezing, he eyed Eliot through the haze of his watering eyes. “You’ve already got a bad reputation.”
Eliot scowled, his brows diving low over his eyes and the lines popping up between them, a little frowny face on his forehead. “I didn’t say it would give me a bad reputation, I said it would be bad for my reputation.” The scowl settled deeper. “You’ve had enough of that stuff. I ain’t carryin’ your ass to bed tonight. If you’re too drunk to find your way you’ll sleep where you fall, bubba.”
Finally getting his airway cleared enough he could breathe without sounding like an asthmatic in a full blown attack, he downed the rest of his drink and set the empty glass on the coffee table. Chuckling as Eliot grunted and leaned forward to stick a coaster under it, he pushed the other man back against the couch and straddled his lap. “I know one thing you’ve got a good reputation in.”
Despite his annoyance, Eliot grinned, free hand moving down to cup his lover’s skinny hip. “Yeah? What would that be?”
Nate leaned forward, rocking just a moment over Eliot’s crotch before pressing their lips together, talking against them. “I have it from a very reliable source you have a damn fine reputation when it comes to endurance.”
Smirking, Eliot wrapped his arm around Nate and leaned around him, sitting his beer on a coaster before pulling him close and arching up. “Yeah,” he growled. “You ain’t seen nothin’ yet.”
Biting his bottom lip, Nate grinned. “You so wouldn’t leave me lying in the floor.”
Eliot broke off kissing his neck and nipped him. “Don’t count on it, bubba.”
*End*