Sam/Eliot fic - Under the Armour
Title: Under the Armour
Characters: SAM/ELIOT
Rating: G
Warning: /
Word Count: ~1,000
Beta: None for this! Sorry!!
Summary: written for spnkink_meme This was the prompt: Eliot might be a badass and a rough man but when it comes to his boyfriend/partner Sam Winchester, eliot is the softest of them all. sam comes home pretty banged up from a poltergeist hunt and barely walking, eliot carries him all the way, helps him take a shower and tends to his wounds and aches tenderly and kisses the injuries.
A loud thump coming from the front door pulls Eliot out of his trance, he had been working out, his gloved fists hitting the punching bag with frightening precision, force and focus. Eliot removed his boxing gloves and wiped a hand across his brow before cautiously making his way to the door, he could count how many people knew of his place on one hand, and most of them were out of the country at the moment.
He checked the security camera’s but couldn’t see anything, then looked through the peep hole and saw no one so he carefully pulled open the door, bracing himself for attack. What came at him through the door however was not what he expected. His reflexes acted fast as he caught the 190 lbs man in his arms. He struggled to hold the weight up, pulling the obviously injured man into his home. No words were exchanged as the barely conscious man was dragged through the hallway into the lounge room, Eliot grunting with exertion.
Eliot carefully lowered the other man onto his leather couch and brushed some of the blood caked hair off of the delicate looking face. “Oh what have you gotten yourself into this time?” he sighed, crouching down in front of the younger man.
There was blood soaking through the thin cotton, barely hiding the wounds and bruising underneath. Eliot carefully unbuttoned the shirt and torn through the under shirt and quickly got to work, collecting his first aid kit and doing his best to be gentle and block out the moans and whimpers of pain being produced by the other man.
“Come on Sam, wake up for me now...” he whispered as he cleaned some blood away.
“El... Eli?” Sam moaned, his eyes flickering open for a moment.
“Stay with me Sammy,” Eliot almost begged, cupping Sam’s face, his thumb stroking against a purple and blue bruise high on Sam’s cheekbone.
“Tired...” Sam whispered.
“Alright my bow, shower first, then you can sleep,” he bargained.
Eliot carefully lifted Sam into an upright, seated position, getting the younger man ready to stand. He put pressure against the open cut before taking nearly all of the younger man’s weight and lifting him off the couch. Sam barely managed to wrap his arm around Eliot’s shoulders before allowing the shorter man to support him as they made their way slowly to the bathroom.
Eliot sat Sam down on the closed toilet seat and turned on the water, ensuring that the heat was on. He slowly removed Sam’s clothing, caressing the slightly warm skin, and taking his time looking over every inch of skin for any sign of damage, cataloguing everything in his head for later.
“Okay Sammy, time to get in the shower,” Eliot urged.
“I don’t... I don’t think I can stay upright...” Sam whispered, his head drooping.
“Alright... okay, I got you,” Eliot whispered. He quickly stripped down, tossing his own clothes into a corner before pulling Sam up once again and leading him into the shower.
Eliot wrapped his arms around Sam’s body and held the two of them under the hot cascading water, watching as the pinkish water went down the drain. His finger’s carefully pushed into the muscles of Sam’s back, kneading at the tender muscles, helping the younger man relax. Eliot then carefully manoeuvred the two of them so that he could grab the shampoo, lathering it up in his hands before massaging it into Sam’s hair, his blunt nails raking through the soft brown hair removing the dried blood and dirt.
It took longer than expected, but slowly Eliot managed to clean away all the blood, grime and sweat off of his lover’s body. He shut off the water and quickly grabbed a nearby towel, wrapping it around the warm body and drying Sam off before doing the same to himself.
“Come on Boy, let’s get you settled down,” Eliot murmured, smiling softly when Sam simply groaned in response and leaned further into his body.
Eliot lay Sam down in his large king sized bed and dressed all the wounds with the skill of a doctor, kissing each bruise and cut, before dressing the other man in one of the spare t-shirts that had been previously left there. Eliot then got Sam and himself under the thick quilt and wrapped his body carefully around the taller man’s, holding him close.
“You know you scare me when you come home all beat up like this...” Eliot whispered into Sam’s ear, hair tickling his nose as he buried in close, taking in the smell of his boyfriend.
“You do the same to me after each one of your cons...” Sam mumbled in response, his first full sentence of the night.
“I know I do...” Eliot agreed, his hand stroking up and down Sam’s arm. “So what was it this time?” he asked after a moment’s silence.
“Poltergeist threw me into a wall...” Sam answered easily, snuggling back into Eliot’s embrace, his eyes slowly drifting shut as he succumbed to sleep.
Eliot sighed, not letting go of the sleeping man. He loved Sam more than anything, cared for him like no one else, and even though everyone saw him as the hard hearted man, Sam had seen straight through his facade and had wormed his way into Eliot’s heart.
“If any of the guys found out about this...” he chuckled quietly to himself, placing a gentle kiss against Sam’s cheek before allowing sleep to come as well.
-Fin.
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So?? What do you think?! I've never written Eliot before so let me know what you think! :D
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Characters: SAM/ELIOT
Rating: G
Warning: /
Word Count: ~1,000
Beta: None for this! Sorry!!
Summary: written for spnkink_meme This was the prompt: Eliot might be a badass and a rough man but when it comes to his boyfriend/partner Sam Winchester, eliot is the softest of them all. sam comes home pretty banged up from a poltergeist hunt and barely walking, eliot carries him all the way, helps him take a shower and tends to his wounds and aches tenderly and kisses the injuries.
A loud thump coming from the front door pulls Eliot out of his trance, he had been working out, his gloved fists hitting the punching bag with frightening precision, force and focus. Eliot removed his boxing gloves and wiped a hand across his brow before cautiously making his way to the door, he could count how many people knew of his place on one hand, and most of them were out of the country at the moment.
He checked the security camera’s but couldn’t see anything, then looked through the peep hole and saw no one so he carefully pulled open the door, bracing himself for attack. What came at him through the door however was not what he expected. His reflexes acted fast as he caught the 190 lbs man in his arms. He struggled to hold the weight up, pulling the obviously injured man into his home. No words were exchanged as the barely conscious man was dragged through the hallway into the lounge room, Eliot grunting with exertion.
Eliot carefully lowered the other man onto his leather couch and brushed some of the blood caked hair off of the delicate looking face. “Oh what have you gotten yourself into this time?” he sighed, crouching down in front of the younger man.
There was blood soaking through the thin cotton, barely hiding the wounds and bruising underneath. Eliot carefully unbuttoned the shirt and torn through the under shirt and quickly got to work, collecting his first aid kit and doing his best to be gentle and block out the moans and whimpers of pain being produced by the other man.
“Come on Sam, wake up for me now...” he whispered as he cleaned some blood away.
“El... Eli?” Sam moaned, his eyes flickering open for a moment.
“Stay with me Sammy,” Eliot almost begged, cupping Sam’s face, his thumb stroking against a purple and blue bruise high on Sam’s cheekbone.
“Tired...” Sam whispered.
“Alright my bow, shower first, then you can sleep,” he bargained.
Eliot carefully lifted Sam into an upright, seated position, getting the younger man ready to stand. He put pressure against the open cut before taking nearly all of the younger man’s weight and lifting him off the couch. Sam barely managed to wrap his arm around Eliot’s shoulders before allowing the shorter man to support him as they made their way slowly to the bathroom.
Eliot sat Sam down on the closed toilet seat and turned on the water, ensuring that the heat was on. He slowly removed Sam’s clothing, caressing the slightly warm skin, and taking his time looking over every inch of skin for any sign of damage, cataloguing everything in his head for later.
“Okay Sammy, time to get in the shower,” Eliot urged.
“I don’t... I don’t think I can stay upright...” Sam whispered, his head drooping.
“Alright... okay, I got you,” Eliot whispered. He quickly stripped down, tossing his own clothes into a corner before pulling Sam up once again and leading him into the shower.
Eliot wrapped his arms around Sam’s body and held the two of them under the hot cascading water, watching as the pinkish water went down the drain. His finger’s carefully pushed into the muscles of Sam’s back, kneading at the tender muscles, helping the younger man relax. Eliot then carefully manoeuvred the two of them so that he could grab the shampoo, lathering it up in his hands before massaging it into Sam’s hair, his blunt nails raking through the soft brown hair removing the dried blood and dirt.
It took longer than expected, but slowly Eliot managed to clean away all the blood, grime and sweat off of his lover’s body. He shut off the water and quickly grabbed a nearby towel, wrapping it around the warm body and drying Sam off before doing the same to himself.
“Come on Boy, let’s get you settled down,” Eliot murmured, smiling softly when Sam simply groaned in response and leaned further into his body.
Eliot lay Sam down in his large king sized bed and dressed all the wounds with the skill of a doctor, kissing each bruise and cut, before dressing the other man in one of the spare t-shirts that had been previously left there. Eliot then got Sam and himself under the thick quilt and wrapped his body carefully around the taller man’s, holding him close.
“You know you scare me when you come home all beat up like this...” Eliot whispered into Sam’s ear, hair tickling his nose as he buried in close, taking in the smell of his boyfriend.
“You do the same to me after each one of your cons...” Sam mumbled in response, his first full sentence of the night.
“I know I do...” Eliot agreed, his hand stroking up and down Sam’s arm. “So what was it this time?” he asked after a moment’s silence.
“Poltergeist threw me into a wall...” Sam answered easily, snuggling back into Eliot’s embrace, his eyes slowly drifting shut as he succumbed to sleep.
Eliot sighed, not letting go of the sleeping man. He loved Sam more than anything, cared for him like no one else, and even though everyone saw him as the hard hearted man, Sam had seen straight through his facade and had wormed his way into Eliot’s heart.
“If any of the guys found out about this...” he chuckled quietly to himself, placing a gentle kiss against Sam’s cheek before allowing sleep to come as well.
-Fin.
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So?? What do you think?! I've never written Eliot before so let me know what you think! :D
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