Fic: Hot
Finally, something for the 30randomkisses challenge. Not as much as I was hoping for, but a little bit's better than nothing, right?
Title: Hot
Pairing: Elliot/Toby
Fandom: SVU/Oz
Prompt: Hot
Rating: R-ish
Disclaimer: Tom & Dick own them but I'm nicer to them. :)
Note: A brief visit to the Det. Stabler/Agt. Beecher universe (which really needs a name).
~Hot~
Juggling mail, keys, and the bag of groceries, Elliot let himself into the apartment and gazed with bemusement at the trail of clothes that littered the carpet. It started with a butter yellow necktie crumpled just inside the door and proceeded along to one brown shoe, then its match, kicked under the coffee table. Setting everything down there, Elliot followed the trail on into the bedroom where the next-to-last item, a white dress shirt, was tossed across the foot of the bed -- and Toby was standing out on the fire escape in nothing but his boxers.
There were, he had to admit, a lot worse things to come home to.
Shedding his own coat and rolling up his sleeves, Elliot took his time cataloging every detail. Like how the pale blue shorts were riding low on slim hips, and the sheen of sweat along Toby’s back and shoulders, blond curls clinging damply to the nape of his neck. Elliot wanted to smooth his hand along that beautiful, muscular back, sweep aside those curls and kiss him right there -- and the powerful kick of that desire didn’t pull him up short for even an instant.
“Are you going to arrest me for indecent exposure, Detective?” Toby said as Elliot climbed through the window to join him.
“Hmm,” Elliot gave into that tactile impulse, circling his fingers between Toby’s shoulder blade before slowly running them down his spine, smiling as Toby groaned, low and throaty, “that would require me witnessing an indecent display.”
“So that’s no?”
Elliot kissed his shoulder, the back of his neck, tasting salt. “That’s a no.” He murmured the words, kissing him some more, looping both arms around his waist to hold him. “We have AC, you know.”
“Yes, but it’s important to conserve energy.”
He smiled, flicked his tongue against the join of ear and jaw. “Guess that’s true,” he said as Toby sighed and pushed back against him. “I got ice cream.”
Head tilted to allow better access to his neck, Toby said, “What kind?”
“Chocolate,” Elliot kissed his throat, nibbled, “with chocolate chunks,” and some more, the tip of his tongue tracing a tendon.
“Cherries?” Toby’s voice was soft, breathless.
“And cherries,” Elliot whispered back, just as soft, almost as out of breath.
“Then what are we standing here for?”
Grinning, Elliot stood back. “Tell you what, you go take a nice cool shower and I’ll have the ice cream ready when you get out.”
Facing him now, Toby pulled him close again. “Tell *you* what,” he said, kissing his cheek, forehead, chin, “put the ice cream in the freezer and join me for that shower,” he finished, kissing his lips, darting his tongue against them until they parted. “Deal?” he asked, letting Elliot up for air.
Elliot nodded, rested his forehead against Toby’s. “Best offer I’ve had all day,” he said, and cupped a hand along Toby’s face as he went in for another kiss, the heat index shooting into the stratosphere.
~all~
Title: Hot
Pairing: Elliot/Toby
Fandom: SVU/Oz
Prompt: Hot
Rating: R-ish
Disclaimer: Tom & Dick own them but I'm nicer to them. :)
Note: A brief visit to the Det. Stabler/Agt. Beecher universe (which really needs a name).
~Hot~
Juggling mail, keys, and the bag of groceries, Elliot let himself into the apartment and gazed with bemusement at the trail of clothes that littered the carpet. It started with a butter yellow necktie crumpled just inside the door and proceeded along to one brown shoe, then its match, kicked under the coffee table. Setting everything down there, Elliot followed the trail on into the bedroom where the next-to-last item, a white dress shirt, was tossed across the foot of the bed -- and Toby was standing out on the fire escape in nothing but his boxers.
There were, he had to admit, a lot worse things to come home to.
Shedding his own coat and rolling up his sleeves, Elliot took his time cataloging every detail. Like how the pale blue shorts were riding low on slim hips, and the sheen of sweat along Toby’s back and shoulders, blond curls clinging damply to the nape of his neck. Elliot wanted to smooth his hand along that beautiful, muscular back, sweep aside those curls and kiss him right there -- and the powerful kick of that desire didn’t pull him up short for even an instant.
“Are you going to arrest me for indecent exposure, Detective?” Toby said as Elliot climbed through the window to join him.
“Hmm,” Elliot gave into that tactile impulse, circling his fingers between Toby’s shoulder blade before slowly running them down his spine, smiling as Toby groaned, low and throaty, “that would require me witnessing an indecent display.”
“So that’s no?”
Elliot kissed his shoulder, the back of his neck, tasting salt. “That’s a no.” He murmured the words, kissing him some more, looping both arms around his waist to hold him. “We have AC, you know.”
“Yes, but it’s important to conserve energy.”
He smiled, flicked his tongue against the join of ear and jaw. “Guess that’s true,” he said as Toby sighed and pushed back against him. “I got ice cream.”
Head tilted to allow better access to his neck, Toby said, “What kind?”
“Chocolate,” Elliot kissed his throat, nibbled, “with chocolate chunks,” and some more, the tip of his tongue tracing a tendon.
“Cherries?” Toby’s voice was soft, breathless.
“And cherries,” Elliot whispered back, just as soft, almost as out of breath.
“Then what are we standing here for?”
Grinning, Elliot stood back. “Tell you what, you go take a nice cool shower and I’ll have the ice cream ready when you get out.”
Facing him now, Toby pulled him close again. “Tell *you* what,” he said, kissing his cheek, forehead, chin, “put the ice cream in the freezer and join me for that shower,” he finished, kissing his lips, darting his tongue against them until they parted. “Deal?” he asked, letting Elliot up for air.
Elliot nodded, rested his forehead against Toby’s. “Best offer I’ve had all day,” he said, and cupped a hand along Toby’s face as he went in for another kiss, the heat index shooting into the stratosphere.
~all~