FIC: The Porn Job (Leverage - Team - FRAO - 1/1)
Title: The Porn Job
Author: Sam-Tony
Fandom: Leverage
Pairing: The team - from Eliot's pov
Rating: FRAO - slash, het, moresomes, language, toys, bdsm
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Disclaimer: Not mine, no money made.
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Summary: Eliot gets distracted by his work environment.
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A/N: Comment fic - Leverage, team, The Porn Job
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A/N 2: All toys, etc can be found on the Extreme Restraints website...ah research. ;-)
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The Porn Job
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A porn store. Whoever thought they would be undercover as owners of a *porn* store? Man…
The entire team, not just Eliot or Nate - though, personally, Eliot thought Nate was looking just a shade too creepy in his adopted persona of sleazy owner who didn’t mind selling to kids. But no, Hardison, Parker and Sophie were also in this one, she and Nate posing as disinterested spouses with Eliot, Hardison and Parker as their boy and girl toys.
Employees. Their employees. Except to the mark who should be by any time now to pick up the highly illegal kiddie porn that had gotten him securely on the hook for this one.
Eliot shuddered. With any luck Hardison would have gotten everything they needed off of the scumbag’s computer and the cops would be at the guy’s house when he showed up with his latest prize, all nice and in his possession for San Diego‘s finest.
In the meantime, Eliot had to concentrate on not jumping any of his teammates bones while surrounded by all sorts of things that were giving him serious *ideas*…
Like Parker, naked except for the black leather body harness…Parker liked harnesses… getting fucked by Sophie wearing the strap on dildo and a pair of nipple rings…blond hair spread over the pillow…
Or Nate stuffed spread and open on the large black four-stage Rocket, cock held captive in the leather and metal Gates, arms restrained over his chest by the black latex straight jacket…
Or Hardison, bent over the bench, wrists and ankles held wide by padded leather cuffs, his ass beaten red from the wood and leather of the tawse…or maybe the long leather paddle that left the impression of letters on skin.
Eliot snickered, wiping down the counter. Alec would look real good with the word ‘slut’ tattooed on his ass…maybe add in the butt plug with the fuzzy, white bunny tail. Just the contrast of the white fur against the dark and red skin…
Or Eliot himself trapped and vulnerable, shackled face first to the St Andrew’s Cross, Nate circling him with the bullwhip…later running the feather tickler over the welts criss-crossing his hot, abused flesh…
Or all three men bent over and going nowhere, wrists and ankles cuffed, eyes blindfolded, asses stuffed, with the girls dressed in black leather bra and panties for Parker, red lace for Sophie…circling the three of them, floggers and paddles tapping meaningfully against their palms…
Whips and floggers, dildos in every manner of sizes, shapes and colors from the erotic to the impossible…cock rings and chastity devices…nipple rings and clamps and pumps of all kinds…
Eliot groaned and barely resisted the urge to reach down and rub his cock through his jeans in the middle of the store, the hard bulk pressed painfully tight against the zipper. Yeah, if the dirt bag didn’t get here soon, Eliot was going to have to go make a side trip to the little boy’s room…
Turning the aborted move into a reach down for an item that had been knocked off the wall, Eliot turned the hard plastic package over in his hands and felt himself flush at what was inside.
‘Strict Leather Locking Butt Plug Harness - With Inflating Butt Plug’
Holy fuck.
He was still staring at it when Nate slid up beside him to whisper in his ear, “That’s for you. And we have incoming.”
Eliot swallowed, managing to pull it together and go find the box with the video as Nate greeted the mark at the door. Once this job was over, Eliot was dragging everyone home and putting their soundproofed playroom to good use.
Already making a mental list of the things he was going to take with him, Eliot joined Nate at the door, and if the mark thought the extra wide grin was for Nate’s hand shoved down the back of his very tight jeans, well who was he to argue?
End