FIC: The Office (Leverage - Eliot/Nate - FRAO - 1/1)
Title: The Office
Author: Sam-Tony
Fandom: Leverage
Pairing: Eliot/Nate
Rating: FRAO - slash, language, exhibitionism, h/c
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Disclaimer: Not mine, no money made.
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Summary: Sex in the office.
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A/N: Set after and spoilers for the Bank Shot Job.
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The Office
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It had all started with Eliot down on his knees, Nate’s left hand tangled in his hair and directing his motion as Eliot took in more and more of the older man’s cock until he didn’t think he was going to be able to breathe. But the constricting bulk pistoning in and out of his mouth was too good to pass up and so he held on, leaning into the grip in his hair and moving in sync with the hips bumping gently against his chin.
Nate had been shot…could have died…could have…
“I’m here, Eliot.”
Pulling off, he leaned into the clothed hip, closing his eyes tightly against the memory of the shot in his ear, him miles away waiting on the meth heads who had started the whole chain of events that had lead to the damned bank robbery to begin with. The sharp burst of screeching static as Judge Blowhard crushed Sophie’s bug, leaving her and Nate alone in the bank with a psychotic egomaniac, cut off from the rest of the team. Cut off from Eliot who *knew* he should have gone in there when he had the chance.
But he had been stuck miles away, his hands tied until the idiots who could not *possibly* have been that stupid finally decided to show at the money drop. So he had taken his fear and frustration out on their heads; with the way they had treated the woman they had kidnapped, Eliot figured he had cause.
It had been all he could do to follow through with the job, arranging the ambulance and trading places with the father and kid and not being able to follow the gurney out to the ambulance…
The hand now carding through his hair broke through the dark memories, grounding him in the fact that somehow they had all pulled together and lived to tell about it. And suddenly the need to be as close as possible to the older man was just too much.
“Prove it.” he demanded.
“No.“ The hand tugged on the long strands, urging his head up to look at Nate, eyes a bit fuzzy with arousal and pain and the onset of the drugs Hardison had hacked from the nearest pharmacy. “I think I need you to prove it to me.”
Meaning Nate wasn’t nearly as sanguine about his near miss as he wanted Sophie - and Eliot - to think.
Fine. Eliot could do that.
As appealing as Nate standing in the middle of his office, fully dressed with only his cock standing out from his open zipper was - and to be on his knees in front of that did things to Eliot that the mercenary would never have thought possible - Eliot surged up and, claiming a quick kiss, wasted no time in divesting them both of their clothes. Rearranging Nate’s right arm in its sling, Eliot pressed slow, lazy kisses to the bare shoulder above the white sleeve, moving over and up to his lips as he gently herded the older man back around his desk until Nate’s knees hit the comfortable leather chair and he went down, Eliot’s hands holding him steady until he was safely settled in the seat.
Just the image of all that pale skin, the lean body sprawled in the wide black leather cushion…backlit by the night lights of the LA skyline…where anyone could be watching…
He knew what he needed, and from the anticipatory grin on Nate’s face, he didn’t think he was going to have a problem convincing Nate to suspend the rules against sex in the office for just one night. In fact…
Wearing what he knew from experience would be a wicked grin, making sure to catch the blue-gray eyes, Eliot looked down on Nate, voice a low rasp as he demanded, “Watch me.”
The swallow the demand produced made him chuckle, the light rumble dropping down into a moan as his own fingers reached around his body and pushed in deep, slick with the lube Nate always kept hidden in his desk. Boy scout.
He would have said damned boy scout, but with that very trait now working in his favor, he wasn’t about to knock the whole gift horse thing.
One hand braced back on the edge of Nate’s desk, fingers of his other delving and twisting inside his body, Eliot bit his lip on another moan and made sure to follow his own order, keeping his eyes on Nate as the older man avidly watched what little he could see from where he sat sprawled in his chair. His breathing was speeding up, becoming erratic and his face was flushed with arousal, his eyes locked on Eliot’s hips where he ground down on three fingers.
Eyes that suddenly snapped to his and Eliot gasped, having been locked in the moment, enjoying the thrill of having Nate watch him get himself ready for him.
“Ride me.”
The demand, when it came, had Eliot biting his lip and wrapping the hand from the desk around his balls and squeezing hard just to keep from coming from that intense stare and demand he be obeyed.
“Fuck, Nate…”
“That’s the idea, yeah.”
The dry, lopsided smile made him laugh. Straddling him and throwing his arms over the back of the chair, Eliot raised an eyebrow and tried not to moan at the one arm that immediately curved around his hips, pulling him closer. “Oh, was that the plan?”
“That was definitely the plan.”
“Okay, we’ll go with that then; and may I say I really like that plan?”
“Eliot?”
“Yeah, Boss?”
“Sometime tonight and before I pass out would be nice.”
Chuckling, Eliot rose up and centered himself over the hard cock standing at attention waiting for him and smirked, “You got it.”
Careful of the injured shoulder, Eliot fell and rose and fell slowly, caging Nate in the curve and curl of his body as he enjoyed the hazy smile of pleasure on the face tilted against the back of the chair, Nate’s good hand petting and just touching him when that arm wasn’t wrapped around him, holding him close. Eliot wasn’t about to rush this reconnection and kept his pace even, his tongue delving into his lover’s mouth, mapping and teasing until they both needed to come for air, and moaning as Nate chased his back in, reversing their roles in the only way he could in the position they were in. He could tell Nate was close by the way he started rising up to meet him.
Breaking free, Nate gripped his hip, gasping, “Eliot - “
Rocking slowly, Eliot rolled his hips, making sure to tighten his body on the pull up, relaxing on the way down. “C’mon, Nate,” he urged. “Nice and easy.”
“Painkillers…”
“I know. I’ll get you there.”
Keeping his rhythm slow and smooth, Eliot claimed the soft lips as he rocked, renewing the deep, needy kisses while Nate’s hand gripped over his hip, urging him on. Eliot came first but that hardly mattered and he didn’t bother to take his hands from the chair on either side of Nate’s head as he rode out the aftershocks, face buried in the hollow between neck and shoulder.
Taking a deep breath, Eliot straightened and shook his hair back, checking in on Nate to make sure he hadn’t pressed too hard on the wounded shoulder, only to find a mix of frustration and something soft on his face as he smiled back at him.
Eliot just smiled. “Ready?”
“Oh yeah.”
A few more moments of renewed rolls got them there and it was Eliot’s turn to smile at the contorted look of bliss on his lover’s face as Nate seized up, cursed and threw his head back, mouth open as the drugs released their hold just long enough for his body to fall over the edge, shuddering all the way down.
Waiting for Nate to come back from the land of the lost, Eliot kept with the gentle rocking, chuckling softly and pressing chaste kisses to the messy dark curls as Nate huffed hot breath into Eliot’s shoulder. When Eliot shifted those kisses back to his lips, Nate came back slowly, mouthing into the lazy possession in a vague, not-quite-there way, completely boneless with Eliot resting draped comfortably over his body.
Clearly wiped and feeling no pain, Nate looked up at him with a cheerful hum, his eyes no longer tracking the way they should.
Eliot chuckled, snuggling into the pliant body. “Drugs kickin’ in are they?”
“Oh yeah.”
“Figured. Come on old man. Let’s get you to bed.”
“Don’ wanna,” Nate denied. “Wanna stay right here. ‘m comf‘rt‘ble.”
But Eliot shook his head. “I’ll get too heavy.”
“Nah - your knees will give out before then.” Nate denied, proving that though he may be drifting blissfully on both good sex and equally good drugs, even intoxicated, that brain of his never truly shut down.
“You’re probably right.” Giving in and going along with him, at least for the moment, he buried his head in Nate’s shoulder. “Tell Hardison I want the video footage.”
Nate chuckled and called out, “Hardison you got that?”
The voice that piped in from - well, wherever it was the hacker had settled in to watch the show - was startled, caught off guard. Eliot snickered, dredging up the energy to arch into the hand that trailed down his spine to settle quite firmly on one cheek of his ass.
“Huh? - oh, yeah. Yeah I got that. Sure um I mean yeah no problem.”
“Good. Oh and Hardison?”
“Yeah - yes - yes, Boss?”
“Tell Parker to stop peeking in my windows and come down off the roof.”
“Uh - yeah…of course - right, I will. Off the roof, gotcha.”
“Good *night* Hardison.”
“Right. Right. Night!”
Knowing the other man was no longer watching them - and that Parker probably still was - Eliot chuckled evilly. “You knew he was watching? Parker, too?”
“Didn’t you? I mean, how could you not?” The older man raised an eyebrow pointedly. “You‘re facing the window.”
“Well yeah. But I was distracted by…other things,” Eliot denied, lips clinging and falling away in another kiss.
“Yeah.” Nate hummed under his breath, the warm air moist on his cheek as he asked, “Me, too. Hey Eliot? I think I’m ready for bed now.”
Helping Nate to his suite just off the office, Eliot came back to check the locks and turn off the light, leaving their clothes scattered, thrown together on the office floor. It wasn’t like they were hiding anything anymore.
End