It's hard being Nate Ford sometimes...
Fic Title: Unexpected Understandings
Vid Title: On the Outside
Author: telaryn
Created for: elshadowboxer for the 2011 leverage_sesa exchange.
Fic Rating: NC-17
Characters: Nate/Eliot
Word Count: 1,887
Spoilers: Pre-series, set at the beginning of Sam's illness. Eliot and Nate are on opposite sides of the law, and Nate is starting his downward spiral.
Warnings: Oral sex, bondage, dub-con
Disclaimer: No ownership claimed, no profit earned.
Fic Summary: Nate ends up on the wrong side of the situation while pursuing Eliot Spencer. While subduing his pursuer, Eliot realizes something unexpected about the well-known insurance investigator.
Nathan Ford had a goal he’d held close to his chest for years. Once in his professional life, he wanted to chase Eliot Spencer and not end up on the wrong side of the situation.
This particular pursuit wasn’t looking to turn out any better for him. When he finally regained consciousness, Nate was lying face down on a dirty concrete floor. His head was throbbing, and every muscle in his body appeared to have gone on strike. Dimly he realized someone was crouched next to him, binding his wrists and ankles together.
Son of a… Adrenaline shot through him, tensing every muscle in his body for a moment, and making him cry out in pain.
“Take it easy.” His captor’s voice was an easy Midwestern drawl. Oklahoma, Nate recalled, details of Spencer’s file coming to him automatically. Deft fingers finished binding him; Nate pulled reflexively against the cord, but there was no slack at all, and the way Eliot had tied him up left him no room to maneuver.
Eliot shifted position over him, and combed his fingers through the tangle of Nate’s hair. “How’s your head?” Nate understood that he was looking for a lump, but the gesture was impossibly soothing. Still somewhat disoriented, Nate moaned softly, leaning into the other man’s touch.
The questing fingers paused for a moment, and then tightened into a fist - tugging experimentally on his curls. Nate stopped breathing for a second, closing his eyes as he struggled against an unexpected surge of hormones. Oh God - not now..please… He’d known at the time it was a bad idea to let Sterling talk him into bed last night, but Nate had never been able to hide when the stress was getting to him. The choice between a bottle of cheap whiskey while they were on a job and letting Sterling tie him up and fuck him senseless had seemed an easy one at the time.
Unfortunately now, it meant that his body was reacting in entirely the wrong way to being subdued and bound by his target. “Interesting,” Eliot murmured, tugging again. This time Nate couldn’t stop the small, gasping moan that escaped his throat.
“Stop,” he said quietly, still not trusting himself to look at Spencer. Belatedly he added, “please.”
He heard the quiet whisper of Eliot’s boots sliding across the dusty concrete. “Look at me.”
It was stupid to refuse, but Nate’s first impulse was to do exactly that. With each passing moment his body was demanding more things that his brain couldn’t allow. Spencer would see that in his eyes - Nate knew the man’s file as well as he knew anything in this life, and that was the truth of it. He would see Nate’s conflict, and tied up like this Nate would be helpless to stop him taking advantage of it.
The idea of Eliot taking advantage of it - of him - sent a stab of pleasure straight to his rebellious cock. God, please, this is not happening, he thought, looking up at last.
The eyes that met his held the only hint of expression in the younger man’s face. They were contemplative - studying Nate, considering his responses, and deciding what to do about it. Silence stretched painfully between them; Nate knew that in his current state if he said a single word that wasn’t a direct answer to a direct question, it was all over.
“Where’s your partner?”
“Don’t know.” It was the best answer Nate could give; the fact that it happened to be the truth was irrelevant to the situation.
He imagined he saw the hint of a smile on Eliot’s lips. “He the one that leave you worked up like this?” The question was punctuated by Spencer digging his fingers into the curve of Nate’s ass and dragging deep furrows across the bruises Sterling had left there the night before. The combination of pleasure, pain and humiliation was so overwhelming Nate lost control of himself long enough to choke out a strangled “yes”. His hips rose, following Eliot’s movements, and Nate whimpered softly at the feel of his erection dragging against the hard, unyielding concrete.
“Very interesting,” Eliot said, a slight touch of amusement coloring the words. “That’s a pretty dick move, not taking care of you when he had the chance.” There was a soft “snick”, and Nate saw the glint of metal at the edge of his vision. Knife…oh God… Spencer caught his full attention again. “Question is now, what am I going to do about it?”
Nate swallowed hard. “Nothing,” he said. “The best thing all around is for you to walk away.”
Eliot did laugh at that. “That’s not what you want me to do though, is it?” He shifted out of Nate’s view for a second - Nate’s heart leapt when he realized Spencer was cutting his ankles free, but fell immediately again as soon as he realized all the things that were suddenly possible with only his hands out of commission.
“Tell the truth,” Eliot said, moving back fully into view. “Tell me you’re lying there thinking about all the different ways I could get you off.”
He was and Nate knew Eliot could see it, but he couldn’t make himself say the words. After a moment though, Eliot seemed to reach a decision. “I’m not following where Sterling’s gone - not on purpose anyway,” he said, idly tracing the swell of Nate’s lower lip with the tip of one finger. “That mouth of yours though…I could do that.” He smiled lazily. “I like that. Next time Sterling’s pounding your ass, you’ll be thinking of me and how I tasted when I shoved my cock in your mouth and made you swallow my come.
The look in his eyes, the gentle brush of his skin, the casual way he talked about them fucking - Nate suddenly couldn’t breathe around how much he wanted to do this. He was so hard, physical discomfort was starting to push into genuine pain. “I won’t make you say yes,” Eliot said, pulling his hand back and studying Nate thoughtfully. “But from this point on, you can say no. Understand?”
Nate nodded before he could give himself a chance to second guess what he was agreeing to. Eliot’s smile was pleased now. “Never would have thought,” he said, pushing to his feet with a groan. “Everybody thinks you’re such a straight shooter.”
“No pun intended?” Nate asked - which surprised a bark of laughter from the other man.
“No pun intended,” he agreed.
It took some doing for them to get Nate up and on his knees. His headache had faded, but he was still unsteady. Eliot was surprisingly patient with him, making sure he was as comfortable as possible, under the circumstances. It was almost enough to lull Nate into forgetting whose mercy he was at, until Eliot fisted a hand in his hair again; jerking his head back at a painful angle.
Nate cried out, tears springing to his eyes. “Just so there’s no misunderstanding,” Eliot said roughly, leaning in close, “if you double cross me or use your teeth I will make you regret it. Understand?”
He was holding on too tight to allow Nate to nod. “Yes,” he whimpered, the sound strangled by the awkward angle of his throat. “God, yes.”
He was released just as quickly as Eliot had grabbed him; Nate blinked away tears of pain, dimly aware of Eliot getting to his feet. The sound of a zipper close to his ear sent a tremor shivering through his body. Oh God.
Eliot was standing in front of him now, slowly fisting his half-hard cock. “I wish you could see yourself right now,” he murmured, his breath hitching slightly as he jacked himself. “You can do so much better than Sterling, you know that?”
Before Nate could say anything, Eliot stepped in - brushing the head of his cock across Nate’s lips. He opened immediately, leaning forward as Eliot thrust into him. The salty tang of pre-come ghosted across his tongue as he swallowed almost the entire length of the younger man’s shaft.
“Oh yeah,” Eliot groaned. His fingers tangled in Nate’s curls again, but when he tugged it was more encouragement than threat. “Just like I thought. This is not the first time somebody’s fucked your mouth.”
Nate closed his eyes, feeling his cheeks flame hot. Spencer wasn’t wrong. It wasn’t Sterling - they didn’t tend to do much that involved them being face to face - but Nate had blown other guys before. Never like this, though. He relaxed his throat and shifted position just enough to be able to take Eliot as deep as possible.
“You do that, I’m not gonna last.” Eliot’s voice had gone breathy after a couple of strokes. Nate moaned around his cock, half drunk on the rush of what they were doing and the effect he was starting to have on Eliot. Spencer’s hand in his hair clenched and released convulsively as his thrusts became harder and sharper.
For several minutes, the only sounds filling the empty warehouse were Eliot’s soft moans and sighs of pleasure, and the thick, wet sound of Nate sucking him off.
Just as Nate’s head was starting to swim from the effort of keeping ahead of Eliot’s thrusts, he felt his balls tighten pleasurably between his thighs. Hollowing his cheeks, he sucked as hard as he could - trying not to get distracted by the fact that he was suddenly coming in a thick, warm spill.
“Fuck,” Eliot groaned, grabbing Nate’s head with both hands and holding him perfectly still. His cock twitched and pulsed against Nate’s tongue, then suddenly Eliot’s come was filling his throat as fast as he could swallow.
Nate was sobbing for breath by the time Eliot pulled free of him. The taste of the younger man filled his mouth and throat, and his scent overwhelmed Nate’s senses. Dammit… It was the most coherent thought he could muster, sagged almost double - the cord binding his wrists cutting into his skin. He was dimly aware of Eliot putting himself back together and zipping up his jeans, but a small army could have burst in on them in that moment for all Nate found the ability to care.
Time and awareness began to blur, then suddenly Eliot’s arms were around his shoulders - pulling him back and supporting him. “Hold still.” Spencer’s voice was quiet in his ear.
“You’re kidding, right?” Nate laughed shakily. “All I want to do is sleep.” He heard the soft snick of Eliot’s blade again, and felt the cool steel between his wrists.
“And I don’t want you to bleed,” Eliot said. There was a small tug, then Nate cried out in pain as his arms were released. “Easy,” Eliot murmured, helping him ease his arms forward.
“Now what?” Nate asked when his arms were hanging loosely at his side, content for the moment to let Eliot do the work of supporting him.
Spencer chuckled softly - the brush of sound against his ear made Nate shiver. “Now,” the younger man said, slipping his hand around the front of Nate’s throat and lightly squeezing, “you remember who you’re dealing with and don’t follow me.”
Before Nate could wonder if the other man really meant to kill him after all, Eliot had released him and vanished.
Vid Title: On the Outside
Author: telaryn
Created for: elshadowboxer for the 2011 leverage_sesa exchange.
Fic Rating: NC-17
Characters: Nate/Eliot
Word Count: 1,887
Spoilers: Pre-series, set at the beginning of Sam's illness. Eliot and Nate are on opposite sides of the law, and Nate is starting his downward spiral.
Warnings: Oral sex, bondage, dub-con
Disclaimer: No ownership claimed, no profit earned.
Fic Summary: Nate ends up on the wrong side of the situation while pursuing Eliot Spencer. While subduing his pursuer, Eliot realizes something unexpected about the well-known insurance investigator.
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Nathan Ford had a goal he’d held close to his chest for years. Once in his professional life, he wanted to chase Eliot Spencer and not end up on the wrong side of the situation.
This particular pursuit wasn’t looking to turn out any better for him. When he finally regained consciousness, Nate was lying face down on a dirty concrete floor. His head was throbbing, and every muscle in his body appeared to have gone on strike. Dimly he realized someone was crouched next to him, binding his wrists and ankles together.
Son of a… Adrenaline shot through him, tensing every muscle in his body for a moment, and making him cry out in pain.
“Take it easy.” His captor’s voice was an easy Midwestern drawl. Oklahoma, Nate recalled, details of Spencer’s file coming to him automatically. Deft fingers finished binding him; Nate pulled reflexively against the cord, but there was no slack at all, and the way Eliot had tied him up left him no room to maneuver.
Eliot shifted position over him, and combed his fingers through the tangle of Nate’s hair. “How’s your head?” Nate understood that he was looking for a lump, but the gesture was impossibly soothing. Still somewhat disoriented, Nate moaned softly, leaning into the other man’s touch.
The questing fingers paused for a moment, and then tightened into a fist - tugging experimentally on his curls. Nate stopped breathing for a second, closing his eyes as he struggled against an unexpected surge of hormones. Oh God - not now..please… He’d known at the time it was a bad idea to let Sterling talk him into bed last night, but Nate had never been able to hide when the stress was getting to him. The choice between a bottle of cheap whiskey while they were on a job and letting Sterling tie him up and fuck him senseless had seemed an easy one at the time.
Unfortunately now, it meant that his body was reacting in entirely the wrong way to being subdued and bound by his target. “Interesting,” Eliot murmured, tugging again. This time Nate couldn’t stop the small, gasping moan that escaped his throat.
“Stop,” he said quietly, still not trusting himself to look at Spencer. Belatedly he added, “please.”
He heard the quiet whisper of Eliot’s boots sliding across the dusty concrete. “Look at me.”
It was stupid to refuse, but Nate’s first impulse was to do exactly that. With each passing moment his body was demanding more things that his brain couldn’t allow. Spencer would see that in his eyes - Nate knew the man’s file as well as he knew anything in this life, and that was the truth of it. He would see Nate’s conflict, and tied up like this Nate would be helpless to stop him taking advantage of it.
The idea of Eliot taking advantage of it - of him - sent a stab of pleasure straight to his rebellious cock. God, please, this is not happening, he thought, looking up at last.
The eyes that met his held the only hint of expression in the younger man’s face. They were contemplative - studying Nate, considering his responses, and deciding what to do about it. Silence stretched painfully between them; Nate knew that in his current state if he said a single word that wasn’t a direct answer to a direct question, it was all over.
“Where’s your partner?”
“Don’t know.” It was the best answer Nate could give; the fact that it happened to be the truth was irrelevant to the situation.
He imagined he saw the hint of a smile on Eliot’s lips. “He the one that leave you worked up like this?” The question was punctuated by Spencer digging his fingers into the curve of Nate’s ass and dragging deep furrows across the bruises Sterling had left there the night before. The combination of pleasure, pain and humiliation was so overwhelming Nate lost control of himself long enough to choke out a strangled “yes”. His hips rose, following Eliot’s movements, and Nate whimpered softly at the feel of his erection dragging against the hard, unyielding concrete.
“Very interesting,” Eliot said, a slight touch of amusement coloring the words. “That’s a pretty dick move, not taking care of you when he had the chance.” There was a soft “snick”, and Nate saw the glint of metal at the edge of his vision. Knife…oh God… Spencer caught his full attention again. “Question is now, what am I going to do about it?”
Nate swallowed hard. “Nothing,” he said. “The best thing all around is for you to walk away.”
Eliot did laugh at that. “That’s not what you want me to do though, is it?” He shifted out of Nate’s view for a second - Nate’s heart leapt when he realized Spencer was cutting his ankles free, but fell immediately again as soon as he realized all the things that were suddenly possible with only his hands out of commission.
“Tell the truth,” Eliot said, moving back fully into view. “Tell me you’re lying there thinking about all the different ways I could get you off.”
He was and Nate knew Eliot could see it, but he couldn’t make himself say the words. After a moment though, Eliot seemed to reach a decision. “I’m not following where Sterling’s gone - not on purpose anyway,” he said, idly tracing the swell of Nate’s lower lip with the tip of one finger. “That mouth of yours though…I could do that.” He smiled lazily. “I like that. Next time Sterling’s pounding your ass, you’ll be thinking of me and how I tasted when I shoved my cock in your mouth and made you swallow my come.
The look in his eyes, the gentle brush of his skin, the casual way he talked about them fucking - Nate suddenly couldn’t breathe around how much he wanted to do this. He was so hard, physical discomfort was starting to push into genuine pain. “I won’t make you say yes,” Eliot said, pulling his hand back and studying Nate thoughtfully. “But from this point on, you can say no. Understand?”
Nate nodded before he could give himself a chance to second guess what he was agreeing to. Eliot’s smile was pleased now. “Never would have thought,” he said, pushing to his feet with a groan. “Everybody thinks you’re such a straight shooter.”
“No pun intended?” Nate asked - which surprised a bark of laughter from the other man.
“No pun intended,” he agreed.
It took some doing for them to get Nate up and on his knees. His headache had faded, but he was still unsteady. Eliot was surprisingly patient with him, making sure he was as comfortable as possible, under the circumstances. It was almost enough to lull Nate into forgetting whose mercy he was at, until Eliot fisted a hand in his hair again; jerking his head back at a painful angle.
Nate cried out, tears springing to his eyes. “Just so there’s no misunderstanding,” Eliot said roughly, leaning in close, “if you double cross me or use your teeth I will make you regret it. Understand?”
He was holding on too tight to allow Nate to nod. “Yes,” he whimpered, the sound strangled by the awkward angle of his throat. “God, yes.”
He was released just as quickly as Eliot had grabbed him; Nate blinked away tears of pain, dimly aware of Eliot getting to his feet. The sound of a zipper close to his ear sent a tremor shivering through his body. Oh God.
Eliot was standing in front of him now, slowly fisting his half-hard cock. “I wish you could see yourself right now,” he murmured, his breath hitching slightly as he jacked himself. “You can do so much better than Sterling, you know that?”
Before Nate could say anything, Eliot stepped in - brushing the head of his cock across Nate’s lips. He opened immediately, leaning forward as Eliot thrust into him. The salty tang of pre-come ghosted across his tongue as he swallowed almost the entire length of the younger man’s shaft.
“Oh yeah,” Eliot groaned. His fingers tangled in Nate’s curls again, but when he tugged it was more encouragement than threat. “Just like I thought. This is not the first time somebody’s fucked your mouth.”
Nate closed his eyes, feeling his cheeks flame hot. Spencer wasn’t wrong. It wasn’t Sterling - they didn’t tend to do much that involved them being face to face - but Nate had blown other guys before. Never like this, though. He relaxed his throat and shifted position just enough to be able to take Eliot as deep as possible.
“You do that, I’m not gonna last.” Eliot’s voice had gone breathy after a couple of strokes. Nate moaned around his cock, half drunk on the rush of what they were doing and the effect he was starting to have on Eliot. Spencer’s hand in his hair clenched and released convulsively as his thrusts became harder and sharper.
For several minutes, the only sounds filling the empty warehouse were Eliot’s soft moans and sighs of pleasure, and the thick, wet sound of Nate sucking him off.
Just as Nate’s head was starting to swim from the effort of keeping ahead of Eliot’s thrusts, he felt his balls tighten pleasurably between his thighs. Hollowing his cheeks, he sucked as hard as he could - trying not to get distracted by the fact that he was suddenly coming in a thick, warm spill.
“Fuck,” Eliot groaned, grabbing Nate’s head with both hands and holding him perfectly still. His cock twitched and pulsed against Nate’s tongue, then suddenly Eliot’s come was filling his throat as fast as he could swallow.
Nate was sobbing for breath by the time Eliot pulled free of him. The taste of the younger man filled his mouth and throat, and his scent overwhelmed Nate’s senses. Dammit… It was the most coherent thought he could muster, sagged almost double - the cord binding his wrists cutting into his skin. He was dimly aware of Eliot putting himself back together and zipping up his jeans, but a small army could have burst in on them in that moment for all Nate found the ability to care.
Time and awareness began to blur, then suddenly Eliot’s arms were around his shoulders - pulling him back and supporting him. “Hold still.” Spencer’s voice was quiet in his ear.
“You’re kidding, right?” Nate laughed shakily. “All I want to do is sleep.” He heard the soft snick of Eliot’s blade again, and felt the cool steel between his wrists.
“And I don’t want you to bleed,” Eliot said. There was a small tug, then Nate cried out in pain as his arms were released. “Easy,” Eliot murmured, helping him ease his arms forward.
“Now what?” Nate asked when his arms were hanging loosely at his side, content for the moment to let Eliot do the work of supporting him.
Spencer chuckled softly - the brush of sound against his ear made Nate shiver. “Now,” the younger man said, slipping his hand around the front of Nate’s throat and lightly squeezing, “you remember who you’re dealing with and don’t follow me.”
Before Nate could wonder if the other man really meant to kill him after all, Eliot had released him and vanished.