Mixed Signals
Title: Mixed Signals
Author: kaylynnkie
Disclaimer: Not mine
Pairing: Eliot/Sterling
Summary: A late night argument with an insurance salesman
Word Count: 330
Warnings/Rating: R for language and sexual reference
Notes: Written for dametokillfor 's prompt over at comment_fic ; “Leverage, Eliot/Sterling, If you really hate me that much, you need to stop letting me put my penis inside of you. It sends the wrong message. ”
Prissy Englishmen are never happy Eliot mused from his place on the bed. They always came to his place when Sterling had a bad day. Eliot didn't really care either way, but there was something novel about the high class living space he owned. In Boston no less.
“I just don't know what the hell his problem is.”
“That you worked for that shitty place after they refused to fund his son's treatment?” Eliot offered.
The other man rubbed at his eyebrows. “Shut up.”
“Come here.”
Begrudgingly, Sterling walked over to Eliot's outstretched arms. “Why won't you tell me what he's up to?”
“'Cause he's my boss.”
He nuzzled his face in Sterling's belly.
“You have sex with me,” he whined.
“You don't like me very much, and you're not very nice.”
“I hate you,” he said simply.
Eliot laughed, and Sterling felt the rumbles of it in his body. “Darlin', if you really hate me that much, you need to stop letting me put my penis inside of you. It sends the wrong message.”
He pulled back, lifting his hand to push against Eliot's chest. “You crass-”
“James,” he caught Sterling's wrist, “you let me come and then you swallowed. If any of us is crass, then...” he shrugged with a wicked smile.
Sterling was staring at him, red faced and gasping. “Jesus, Eliot. You can't just say things like that!”
“Why not?”
He laughed when Sterling shoved him hard, throwing them both back onto the mattress. “Because it isn't proper manners to insult the man whose bed you're lying in.”
“Is it okay to fuck him?” he asked twisting so Sterling was on his back.
His voice was soft and breathy, “Yeah. I think it's obligatory at some point.”
Eliot laughed so hard Sterling had to shut him up with a kiss and then when that failed, he got creative.
Author: kaylynnkie
Disclaimer: Not mine
Pairing: Eliot/Sterling
Summary: A late night argument with an insurance salesman
Word Count: 330
Warnings/Rating: R for language and sexual reference
Notes: Written for dametokillfor 's prompt over at comment_fic ; “Leverage, Eliot/Sterling, If you really hate me that much, you need to stop letting me put my penis inside of you. It sends the wrong message. ”
Prissy Englishmen are never happy Eliot mused from his place on the bed. They always came to his place when Sterling had a bad day. Eliot didn't really care either way, but there was something novel about the high class living space he owned. In Boston no less.
“I just don't know what the hell his problem is.”
“That you worked for that shitty place after they refused to fund his son's treatment?” Eliot offered.
The other man rubbed at his eyebrows. “Shut up.”
“Come here.”
Begrudgingly, Sterling walked over to Eliot's outstretched arms. “Why won't you tell me what he's up to?”
“'Cause he's my boss.”
He nuzzled his face in Sterling's belly.
“You have sex with me,” he whined.
“You don't like me very much, and you're not very nice.”
“I hate you,” he said simply.
Eliot laughed, and Sterling felt the rumbles of it in his body. “Darlin', if you really hate me that much, you need to stop letting me put my penis inside of you. It sends the wrong message.”
He pulled back, lifting his hand to push against Eliot's chest. “You crass-”
“James,” he caught Sterling's wrist, “you let me come and then you swallowed. If any of us is crass, then...” he shrugged with a wicked smile.
Sterling was staring at him, red faced and gasping. “Jesus, Eliot. You can't just say things like that!”
“Why not?”
He laughed when Sterling shoved him hard, throwing them both back onto the mattress. “Because it isn't proper manners to insult the man whose bed you're lying in.”
“Is it okay to fuck him?” he asked twisting so Sterling was on his back.
His voice was soft and breathy, “Yeah. I think it's obligatory at some point.”
Eliot laughed so hard Sterling had to shut him up with a kiss and then when that failed, he got creative.