Fic: Distraction (Nate/Eliot, PG)
Title: Distraction
Author: sheryden
Rating: PG
Word Count: 830
Pairing: Nate/Eliot (established relationship)
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Not mine. If it was, Eliot would be shirtless in half the episodes.
Summary: Nate distracts Eliot during one of Sophie's plays.
Notes: Written for kissbingo for the prompt "body: wrist." I wanted something light and happy for this one. :)
He tried to keep reminding himself that he was doing this for Sophie.
Eliot had been in a lot of bad situations over the years-tormented by Russian roulette, tied up, beaten, shocked, locked in tiny rooms for days. He should be able to handle this. He had no idea how long they’d been here. It felt like days-weeks maybe, but it couldn’t have been more than three hours.
The room was dimly lit and crammed with people, sparking Eliot’s lingering childhood claustrophobia to surface ever so slightly. His knuckles were white as his hand gripped onto the nearest solid surface. He let out a soft breath as Nate’s hand covered his, his thumb stroking Eliot’s skin.
“You okay?” Nate asked, nudging him slightly.
“Do I look okay?” Eliot groused. He shifted his body and glanced around the room.
Nate leaned in and kissed his cheek. “Just remember. We’re doing this for Sophie.”
Eliot scowled. “Nate, Sophie is my friend and my teammate, and I want to support her. I do. But Oklahoma is not supposed to be done disco-style.”
Nate laughed out loud, drawing glares from several people sitting in front of them. “I know,” he said. “But in her defense, she didn’t write it.”
“They’re wearing polyester, Nate.”
“I know.”
“And platforms.”
Nate nodded. “It’s certainly a unique retelling.”
Contorting his face into a grimace he usually saved for thugs he met in dark alleys, Eliot turned to look directly at Nate. “Why aren’t Parker and Hardison here? They’re her friends, too.”
Nate patted Eliot’s shoulder. “Hardison is researching a client,” he said. “Parker is helping.”
Eliot rolled his eyes. “I’m sure that client lives in the World of Warcraft.”
“Well,” Nate said, nuzzling Eliot’s ear, “If all four of were here, it wouldn’t be very romantic.”
Eliot arched an eyebrow. “This is your idea of romantic? It’s a wonder you ever got me into bed in the first place.”
A prim and proper-looking lady next to Eliot gasped and whispered something to the man seated on the other side of her. The pair of them narrowed their eyes disapprovingly in Eliot’s direction. He made a face at them, then turned back to Nate, who was smiling playfully.
Taking Eliot’s hand in his, Nate said, “I’ll make it up to you.”
“You’d better,” Eliot said. He sounded a little like a petulant child, but dammit, there was a strobe light onstage.
Nate nuzzled the palm of Eliot’s hand, then peppered his wrist with soft, gentle kisses. Eliot shuddered at the contact. Nate knew damn well what being kissed on the wrist did to him. “You know,” Nate said. “It is pretty dark in here.” He laid his free hand on Eliot’s thigh and squeezed gently. “I could…”
As Nate’s hand traveled up from Eliot’s leg to his crotch, Eliot squeaked a little in spite of himself. “Nate,” he hissed. “The place is packed.” He took Nate’s hand and moved it back to his leg.
“I know,” Nate said. He licked, then kissed, then scraped his teeth along Eliot’s wrist. “Maybe disco’s making a comeback.”
Eliot’s closed his eyes as Nate’s tongue traced its way along a vein just below the ball of his hand. “My point is we can’t make out like a couple of teenagers.”
“Sure we can,” Nate said. Smirking, he slid his hand up Eliot’s leg to his stomach, resting his fingers just above the Eliot’s dress pants. With his index finger, Nate traced along the inside of Eliot’s waistband.
“Will you stop,” Eliot groaned, squirming in his seat. He grabbed Nate’s wandering hand and held onto it. “When did you develop a kink for feeling me up in public?”
The couple sitting next the Eliot starting talking to each other in hissed whispers, and Eliot shot them a glare. On the other side of him, Nate was doubled over in laughter.
“Okay,” Nate said, still breathless from laughter.”I’ll be good.” He placed a soft kiss onto Eliot’s wrist, then released his hand.
“I can’t take you anywhere,” Eliot said with a grin.
He settled into his chair, steeling himself for the rest of Sophie’s show. Just as he got semi-comfortable, though, the lights came on. He glanced around the room at his fellow theatergoers, who were stretching and gathering their things. He turned to Nate, “What? Are we done?”
“Looks like it,” Nate smiled. “Sophie has a thing after the show, so she said not to wait for her.” He stood up and pulled on his coat.
Practically bouncing, Eliot got out of his chair and grinned at Nate. “We survived,” he said.
Nate chuckled softly. “We should celebrate.” Leaning toward the couple who were still seated next to Eliot, he said, “I’m gonna take him home and have my way with him. Is that okay with you two?”
The woman gasped and inched closer to her companion.
With a smirk, Nate grabbed Eliot by the hand and pulled him toward the exit.
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Author: sheryden
Rating: PG
Word Count: 830
Pairing: Nate/Eliot (established relationship)
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Not mine. If it was, Eliot would be shirtless in half the episodes.
Summary: Nate distracts Eliot during one of Sophie's plays.
Notes: Written for kissbingo for the prompt "body: wrist." I wanted something light and happy for this one. :)
He tried to keep reminding himself that he was doing this for Sophie.
Eliot had been in a lot of bad situations over the years-tormented by Russian roulette, tied up, beaten, shocked, locked in tiny rooms for days. He should be able to handle this. He had no idea how long they’d been here. It felt like days-weeks maybe, but it couldn’t have been more than three hours.
The room was dimly lit and crammed with people, sparking Eliot’s lingering childhood claustrophobia to surface ever so slightly. His knuckles were white as his hand gripped onto the nearest solid surface. He let out a soft breath as Nate’s hand covered his, his thumb stroking Eliot’s skin.
“You okay?” Nate asked, nudging him slightly.
“Do I look okay?” Eliot groused. He shifted his body and glanced around the room.
Nate leaned in and kissed his cheek. “Just remember. We’re doing this for Sophie.”
Eliot scowled. “Nate, Sophie is my friend and my teammate, and I want to support her. I do. But Oklahoma is not supposed to be done disco-style.”
Nate laughed out loud, drawing glares from several people sitting in front of them. “I know,” he said. “But in her defense, she didn’t write it.”
“They’re wearing polyester, Nate.”
“I know.”
“And platforms.”
Nate nodded. “It’s certainly a unique retelling.”
Contorting his face into a grimace he usually saved for thugs he met in dark alleys, Eliot turned to look directly at Nate. “Why aren’t Parker and Hardison here? They’re her friends, too.”
Nate patted Eliot’s shoulder. “Hardison is researching a client,” he said. “Parker is helping.”
Eliot rolled his eyes. “I’m sure that client lives in the World of Warcraft.”
“Well,” Nate said, nuzzling Eliot’s ear, “If all four of were here, it wouldn’t be very romantic.”
Eliot arched an eyebrow. “This is your idea of romantic? It’s a wonder you ever got me into bed in the first place.”
A prim and proper-looking lady next to Eliot gasped and whispered something to the man seated on the other side of her. The pair of them narrowed their eyes disapprovingly in Eliot’s direction. He made a face at them, then turned back to Nate, who was smiling playfully.
Taking Eliot’s hand in his, Nate said, “I’ll make it up to you.”
“You’d better,” Eliot said. He sounded a little like a petulant child, but dammit, there was a strobe light onstage.
Nate nuzzled the palm of Eliot’s hand, then peppered his wrist with soft, gentle kisses. Eliot shuddered at the contact. Nate knew damn well what being kissed on the wrist did to him. “You know,” Nate said. “It is pretty dark in here.” He laid his free hand on Eliot’s thigh and squeezed gently. “I could…”
As Nate’s hand traveled up from Eliot’s leg to his crotch, Eliot squeaked a little in spite of himself. “Nate,” he hissed. “The place is packed.” He took Nate’s hand and moved it back to his leg.
“I know,” Nate said. He licked, then kissed, then scraped his teeth along Eliot’s wrist. “Maybe disco’s making a comeback.”
Eliot’s closed his eyes as Nate’s tongue traced its way along a vein just below the ball of his hand. “My point is we can’t make out like a couple of teenagers.”
“Sure we can,” Nate said. Smirking, he slid his hand up Eliot’s leg to his stomach, resting his fingers just above the Eliot’s dress pants. With his index finger, Nate traced along the inside of Eliot’s waistband.
“Will you stop,” Eliot groaned, squirming in his seat. He grabbed Nate’s wandering hand and held onto it. “When did you develop a kink for feeling me up in public?”
The couple sitting next the Eliot starting talking to each other in hissed whispers, and Eliot shot them a glare. On the other side of him, Nate was doubled over in laughter.
“Okay,” Nate said, still breathless from laughter.”I’ll be good.” He placed a soft kiss onto Eliot’s wrist, then released his hand.
“I can’t take you anywhere,” Eliot said with a grin.
He settled into his chair, steeling himself for the rest of Sophie’s show. Just as he got semi-comfortable, though, the lights came on. He glanced around the room at his fellow theatergoers, who were stretching and gathering their things. He turned to Nate, “What? Are we done?”
“Looks like it,” Nate smiled. “Sophie has a thing after the show, so she said not to wait for her.” He stood up and pulled on his coat.
Practically bouncing, Eliot got out of his chair and grinned at Nate. “We survived,” he said.
Nate chuckled softly. “We should celebrate.” Leaning toward the couple who were still seated next to Eliot, he said, “I’m gonna take him home and have my way with him. Is that okay with you two?”
The woman gasped and inched closer to her companion.
With a smirk, Nate grabbed Eliot by the hand and pulled him toward the exit.
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