FIC: Horses, White and Otherwise (Leverage - Nate/Eliot - FRAO - 1/1)
Title: Horses, White and Otherwise
Author: Sam-Tony
Fandom: Leverage
Pairing: Nate/Eliot
Rating: FRAO - slash, mention of naked Harley riding, mention of the badness of child abuse and kiddie porn, angst
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Disclaimer: Not mine, no money made.
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Summary: It's not the color of your horse...
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A/N: Bunnied myself with Comment FIc and Chris Kane videos...Leverage, Nate/Eliot, don't have a white horse.
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Horse, White and Otherwise
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“You know, apparently I have this thing called a rattlesnake smile,” Seated under him Eliot smiled, lips quirking into a pained grin as he shook his head and denied, “Don’t know what the hell it is, but women love it. But Cassie - that little girl took one look and she just…stopped shakin’. She stopped cryin’.” Eliot looked up from where he studied his hands circling Nate’s hips and admitted, mixture of dark satisfaction and revulsion brittle in his eyes, in that smile as he admitted, “Because finally here was someone on *her* side that was meaner’n ‘er daddy.”
“You saved her, Eliot,” Nate told him seriously. “Her and her mom? They have a safe place to go tonight, where he will never get to them again.”
“Yeah, maybe.” Eliot brooded. “How long ‘til he gets out, huh? Tracks Sherri down?”
“Eliot, with what Hardison found on Miller’s hard drive, he won’t be getting out until he’s too old to hold it himself, much less use it. The kiddie porn alone - “
“I can’t - I can’t…know that,” Eliot shook his head, looking desperate and a bit green at the thought.
Nate could sympathize. The things that Hardison had found - no one needed to know that type of filth existed in the world. “Yeah, ok.”
“Called me her white knight,” Eliot shrugged, his thumbs digging in to Nate’s hip. “Hell, I don’ even have a white horse.”
“Nah, just an old, broken down Harley,“ Nate grinned. “You’re just a different kind of knight, Eliot,” Nate assured him. The gray-blue eyes shone, though with humor, not in the alcohol glaze of bourbon; that had been showing up less and less of late. “A little beat up, a little rough around the edges…but with a heart of gold and that’s all you need to make a knight, Spenser, white or otherwise.”
Eliot smirked up at him, the edges softening into a real smile as he quirked, “What? It ain’t the color of your hat - or your - ,” Eliot bucked up lightly causing Nate to groan and glare down at the man under him. “Horse?”
“Or your horse,” Nate agreed, leaning down to meet the lips angled up to meet his.
“Huh. Though speakin’ a horses…” Eliot smirked and the heat of the innuendo flushed through Nate at the evil, knowing little chuckle. Or maybe it was the fingers that had wormed their way under his shirt to rub lazy circles into his skin. “Got this ol’ broken down Harley down in the garage…maybe a ride with yer name on it.”
“Oh really?” Nate let his eyebrows rise, smiling at the cheerful lust that had erased the morose brooding of earlier. “I might be persuaded into a ride around the garage...”
But Eliot smirked, lifting them both up and turning to sit Nate on his desk while he stood in front of him. “Nuh uh, “ he shook his head, denying with a truly evil smile. “I was thinkin’ couple trips around the block…”
“Umm, Eliot - “
Lips caught his as Eliot crowded in. “Under the streetlights…all the good parts naked…”
“E-El…“ Nate swallowed at the image, clutching at the arms holding him onto the desk and arching into the scrape of teeth over his adam’s apple.
Teeth moved up to nip at his ear as Eliot whispered darkly, “Bet it’s still rainin’…if I’m a White Knight, wonder what my Black King tastes like wet? Like rain? Or maybe somethin’ else?”
Closing his eyes against the images flooding through his mind, Nate managed to swallow and rise up to meet the next kiss. Guess they were about to find out.
End