Flashback, Leverage, Nate/Eliot, 15/r
Title: Flashback
Author: Katty, aka merry_gentry
Fandom: Leverage
Pairing: Slash, Nathan/Eliot
Rating: 15/R
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, they do not belong to me. They do conjure up rather pretty images in one's mind, though, don't they? ^_^
Author's Notes: Written for amara_m's prompt over on comment_fic: Leverage, Nate/Eliot, flashback
Summary: He knows exactly what he’s doing to Nathan, the bastard.
Recently, Nathan had found himself getting very…distracted. It’s not a problem - not yet, anyway - because it doesn’t really interfere with the job; but, every time they have a briefing, Eliot taps his fingers against the table, and Nathan’s reminded of those fingers tracing patterns over his skin in bed the night before.
Every time Eliot pushes his hair back out of his eyes, Nathan remembers that hair wrapped around his fingers as Eliot swallowed him down and he shivers at the memory, almost feeling the slick, wet heat all over again. When Eliot looks over and meets his eyes - and he knows exactly what he’s doing to Nathan, the bastard - Nathan remembers those eyes, dark with pupils blown wide with passion, over him as Eliot moved and Nathan had his legs wrapped around Eliot, pulling the other man in as close as they could get to each other.
Eliot’s voice over the comms is always low with a slight edge of roughness to it and it’s not hard to imagine the roughness being a result of arousal as Nathan remembers Eliot whispering what he’d do to Nathan later as they sat at the briefing room table, or after they’d come in bed and that voice would murmur words of love into Nathan’s ear.
Every little thing about Eliot is a reminder of what they do in bed (or over the briefing room table, or in Nathan’s armchair…Eliot can be very persuasive sometimes), and Nathan revels in the low rush of desire that sweeps over him every time Eliot moves. Or speaks. Or breathes.
My fic masterlist is here.
My please-give-me-a-prompt begging-page is here.
Author: Katty, aka merry_gentry
Fandom: Leverage
Pairing: Slash, Nathan/Eliot
Rating: 15/R
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, they do not belong to me. They do conjure up rather pretty images in one's mind, though, don't they? ^_^
Author's Notes: Written for amara_m's prompt over on comment_fic: Leverage, Nate/Eliot, flashback
Summary: He knows exactly what he’s doing to Nathan, the bastard.
Recently, Nathan had found himself getting very…distracted. It’s not a problem - not yet, anyway - because it doesn’t really interfere with the job; but, every time they have a briefing, Eliot taps his fingers against the table, and Nathan’s reminded of those fingers tracing patterns over his skin in bed the night before.
Every time Eliot pushes his hair back out of his eyes, Nathan remembers that hair wrapped around his fingers as Eliot swallowed him down and he shivers at the memory, almost feeling the slick, wet heat all over again. When Eliot looks over and meets his eyes - and he knows exactly what he’s doing to Nathan, the bastard - Nathan remembers those eyes, dark with pupils blown wide with passion, over him as Eliot moved and Nathan had his legs wrapped around Eliot, pulling the other man in as close as they could get to each other.
Eliot’s voice over the comms is always low with a slight edge of roughness to it and it’s not hard to imagine the roughness being a result of arousal as Nathan remembers Eliot whispering what he’d do to Nathan later as they sat at the briefing room table, or after they’d come in bed and that voice would murmur words of love into Nathan’s ear.
Every little thing about Eliot is a reminder of what they do in bed (or over the briefing room table, or in Nathan’s armchair…Eliot can be very persuasive sometimes), and Nathan revels in the low rush of desire that sweeps over him every time Eliot moves. Or speaks. Or breathes.
My fic masterlist is here.
My please-give-me-a-prompt begging-page is here.