The Truth or Dare Job, Part Ten, Leverage (vamp!Nate verse), PG-13
Fandom: Leverage (Vamp!Nate verse)
Title: The Truth or Dare Job, Part Ten(Index to Vamp!Nate: Index)
Pairings/Characters: Eliot/Hardison
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 580
Summary: Eliot is fairly certain this was not the way he expected this date thing to work.
A/Ns & Summary: Ten chapter of a 25 chapter arc, for my angst_bingo card, found here. For the prompt "embarrassment".
Eliot handed off the check and his card to Bunny, anxious himself now to get moving. He’d thought this idea was silly…and considering the conversation thus far he was uncomfortable.
He’d take Hardison home, and that would be the end of that. He tried. Nate couldn’t ask more than that of him.
Hardison was quiet as he signed for the bill and they both headed to the front of the place. Outside Eliot felt the pull of a nearly full moon and turned his face skyward for a minute, breathing deep. He felt Hardison’s hesitant step away, but didn’t open his eyes.
“I’m not going to hurt you.” Eliot said softly,
“I know.” Hardison said, though his voice squeaked. He cleared his throat and shuffled his feet.
“Come here.” Eliot tried to keep his voice soft, unthreatening. He held out a hand and waited. He could taste Hardison’s hesitation, but eventually felt his warm hand. Eliot tugged him closer. “Stand still and close your eyes.” He pulled Hardison’s hand up, put it over his heart. Eliot’s control over what he had become was clumsy at best, and the smell of Hardison’s arousal and fear was intoxicating, but he swallowed down the reaction and concentrated on the moment, on the strong, steady beat of his heart. “Feel that?”
He sensed, more than saw, Hardison nod and moved their hands to Hardison’s chest. His heartbeat was light and rapid. “I like that sound.” Eliot said, opening his eyes. “I like that feeling. Got it?”
Hardison nodded slowly. Eliot pulled his hand free and headed for the truck. Hardison followed. They were half way back to Hardison’s place before Hardison spoke. “So…this was…a date?”
“What? No. Just. Food.”
“With strippers.” Hardison said. “Not a date.”
“Damn it, Hardison. Why does it have to be complicated?”
“You’re asking me that question?” Hardison looked at him. “Me?”
“Yeah, you. You’re the one who has to make it all…” Eliot waved his hands as words failed him. “Why can’t it just be what it is?”
“What is it Eliot? What is it? What?”
Eliot pulled off the road and put the truck in park. “It just is.”
“Oh, yeah, that clears it right up.” Hardison crossed his arms and stared out the window of the truck.
“It’s just three guys who…fuck. Okay? Isn’t that enough?”
“No.” Hardison said it so quietly Eliot wasn’t really sure he actually vocalized it, but the cat picked it up just the same.
“No?” Eliot asked, his stomach twisting. He knew this was a bad plan. He reached out a hand, but Hardison pulled away, opening the door and climbing out. “Hey.” Eliot cursed and got out to follow him. “Hey.”
He grabbed Hardison’s shoulder and turned him. His whole body was radiating heat and it was distracting.
“Just leave me alone. I can walk from here.”
“Hardison, come on.” Eliot couldn’t get him to look him in the eye.
“No. I understand now, okay, and if you don’t mind I’ll just take my humiliation and go home.”
“Humiliation? I don’t-“
Hardison’s head popped up. “No, you don’t. And you never will. I get it now. I’m a body to fuck and blood to suck. Fine. Unless you need one of those right now, I’m just going to go home.”
He pulled away and stalked down the sidewalk, leaving Eliot standing by the truck trying to figure out exactly how something as simple as dinner had turned so spectacularly wrong.
Title: The Truth or Dare Job, Part Ten(Index to Vamp!Nate: Index)
Pairings/Characters: Eliot/Hardison
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 580
Summary: Eliot is fairly certain this was not the way he expected this date thing to work.
A/Ns & Summary: Ten chapter of a 25 chapter arc, for my angst_bingo card, found here. For the prompt "embarrassment".
Eliot handed off the check and his card to Bunny, anxious himself now to get moving. He’d thought this idea was silly…and considering the conversation thus far he was uncomfortable.
He’d take Hardison home, and that would be the end of that. He tried. Nate couldn’t ask more than that of him.
Hardison was quiet as he signed for the bill and they both headed to the front of the place. Outside Eliot felt the pull of a nearly full moon and turned his face skyward for a minute, breathing deep. He felt Hardison’s hesitant step away, but didn’t open his eyes.
“I’m not going to hurt you.” Eliot said softly,
“I know.” Hardison said, though his voice squeaked. He cleared his throat and shuffled his feet.
“Come here.” Eliot tried to keep his voice soft, unthreatening. He held out a hand and waited. He could taste Hardison’s hesitation, but eventually felt his warm hand. Eliot tugged him closer. “Stand still and close your eyes.” He pulled Hardison’s hand up, put it over his heart. Eliot’s control over what he had become was clumsy at best, and the smell of Hardison’s arousal and fear was intoxicating, but he swallowed down the reaction and concentrated on the moment, on the strong, steady beat of his heart. “Feel that?”
He sensed, more than saw, Hardison nod and moved their hands to Hardison’s chest. His heartbeat was light and rapid. “I like that sound.” Eliot said, opening his eyes. “I like that feeling. Got it?”
Hardison nodded slowly. Eliot pulled his hand free and headed for the truck. Hardison followed. They were half way back to Hardison’s place before Hardison spoke. “So…this was…a date?”
“What? No. Just. Food.”
“With strippers.” Hardison said. “Not a date.”
“Damn it, Hardison. Why does it have to be complicated?”
“You’re asking me that question?” Hardison looked at him. “Me?”
“Yeah, you. You’re the one who has to make it all…” Eliot waved his hands as words failed him. “Why can’t it just be what it is?”
“What is it Eliot? What is it? What?”
Eliot pulled off the road and put the truck in park. “It just is.”
“Oh, yeah, that clears it right up.” Hardison crossed his arms and stared out the window of the truck.
“It’s just three guys who…fuck. Okay? Isn’t that enough?”
“No.” Hardison said it so quietly Eliot wasn’t really sure he actually vocalized it, but the cat picked it up just the same.
“No?” Eliot asked, his stomach twisting. He knew this was a bad plan. He reached out a hand, but Hardison pulled away, opening the door and climbing out. “Hey.” Eliot cursed and got out to follow him. “Hey.”
He grabbed Hardison’s shoulder and turned him. His whole body was radiating heat and it was distracting.
“Just leave me alone. I can walk from here.”
“Hardison, come on.” Eliot couldn’t get him to look him in the eye.
“No. I understand now, okay, and if you don’t mind I’ll just take my humiliation and go home.”
“Humiliation? I don’t-“
Hardison’s head popped up. “No, you don’t. And you never will. I get it now. I’m a body to fuck and blood to suck. Fine. Unless you need one of those right now, I’m just going to go home.”
He pulled away and stalked down the sidewalk, leaving Eliot standing by the truck trying to figure out exactly how something as simple as dinner had turned so spectacularly wrong.