Trash Talking (SPN/Leverage X-Over)
Title: Trash Talking (or why Hardison is no longer allowed to touch Elliot’s Wii)
Author: lethiaw77
Fandoms: SPN/Leverage
Summary: Elliot, Hardison, Dean and Sam playing video games (testosterone ensues).
Disclaimer: Not mine, not real. Though I would love to see pictures ;)
Pairings: Dean/Elliot (established relationship type thing…what? Like either of them are the settle down kind really???) Sam/Hardison (kinda/sorta)
Words: 1087
Ratings/Warnings: I’m gonna go with R to be safe because Elliot needs his mouth washed out with soap. Short interlude of two hot guys making out. Overabundance of testosterone. Slight mentions of violence. No spoilers for either show.
Notes: Written for rozabellalove for a comment fic mem thingy found here: http://lethiaw77.livejournal.com/18651.html . Original prompt: Sam/Hardison & Dean/Eliot - geeks v macho men, in a wii battle to the death
“You fucking sonofabitch, I’m going to kill you!” Elliot yelled as Sam snuck up behind him and took him out. Again.
“I’d like to see you try, what with all the laying around and bleeding you’ve been doing,” Sam laughed.
“You fucker!” Elliot growled as he got up off the sofa and tossed the game controller to the side. Dean was quick to hit pause and rise to get between the hitter and his brother.
“Easy Elliot. It’s just a game,” Dean said, raising his hands to rest on Elliot’s chest and subtly hold him back.
“Yeah Elliot, It’s just a game,” Sam mocked bending his body to smirk at Elliot from behind his brother’s back.
Without even looking behind him Dean called, “Knock it off Sam, and wipe that smirk off your face ‘fore I let him go.”
Even though he was a fully grown man, a hunter, with over half a foot on the hitter, he didn’t really want to tangle with the hitter. The first time they had met in an alley behind a bar in Boston had been enough for Sam to know Elliot was really the guy you’d rather have on your side in fight. The smirk rolled into an innocent smile. “Well, he started it.”
Elliot growled from around Dean, seriously reconsidering his efforts to get around his boyfriend to get to his hands on his little brother.
“For the love of God, are you two five?” Dean asked to the room, not really expecting a response. “And when the fuck did I become the grown up?”
Thankfully Hardison broke the tension in the room. Standing up he announced, “I need another beer. Anybody else need a refill?”
Elliot growled again, which Hardison took as an affirmative.
Dean looked at his almost empty bottle and said, “Yeah, might as well.”
Hardison looked down at Sam, who shook his head no. Hardison gave him a pointed look before replying, “Oh yes you do, come on and help me get them from the kitchen.”
Sam’s eyes narrowed at the hacker, who just flashed him a knowing grin. With a quick nod, Sam rose to follow the man into the kitchen.
Left alone in the living room, the two men looked at each other for a minute, before Elliot broke the silence. “Your brother is a smart mouthed little bitch.” He glared at Dean as if to say that was all his fault.
Dean huffed a laugh and responded with, “Preachin’ to choir there man.”
Elliot’s anger finally broke and he chuckled along with Dean. “Come’re,” he called quietly before pulling the slightly taller man up against him. Elliot’s eyes slipped closed as he pressed his lips to the other man’s. The kiss quickly deepened, as Dean opened his mouth to run his tongue along Elliot’s bottom lip. Elliot parted his lips, and their tongues twined together mapping the familiar territory of each other’s mouths.
Dean lifted his right hand to tangle into the hair at the base of Elliot’s neck while his other hand came to rest on his hip pulling Elliot flush against him. Dean could already feel the beginnings of Elliot’s hard-on pressed against his hip. Dean tightened the hold in Elliot’s hair to just this side of painful knowing how it drove him insane. Elliot moaned into Dean’s mouth, his hands coming up to grasp at the too short hair at the back of Dean’s head.
“Oh man, we don’t wanna see that shit! Get a friggin’ room,’ Hardison groaned as he and Sam came back from the kitchen. Locked in their embrace, Dean and Elliot missed the conspiratorial look that passed between the other two.
Breaking apart, Dean half turned and leered at the other two men, “Just because you’re jealous you ain’t gettin’ none don’t mean you gotta hate.”
Sam produced bitchface number two, which roughly translates to God, Dean you are so stupid. How can we possibly be related? Dean just grinned.
Taking their beers, Dean and Elliot settled back on the sofa while Sam and Hardison reclaimed their spots on the loveseat. “So, y’all ready for us to finish kicking your asses?” Elliot asked.
Sam and Hardison exchanged a little grin before replying, “In your dreams.”
The game resumed. Half an hour later, Dean and Elliot had hemmed the other two into a corner in a warehouse. So, intent on finishing off their prey, they missed Hardison leaning into Sam and whispering, “Remember, on my mark you take those gazelle legs and haul ass out that door.” A curt nod from Sam acknowledging he remembered the plan, and Hardison starting hitting a complicated sequence of keys on his controller. The screen flashed white, and then hundreds of combat drones swarmed the screen.
Dean and Elliot’s chorused yells of “What the fuck!?!?!?!?” almost drowned out Hardison call of “Now, run!”
Before either of the other two men had time to realize what had happened Sam and Hardison were out the door and down the stairs. Elliot’s growled, “Damn it, Hardison!” following them.
Dean and Elliot glared at each for a minute, before Dean broke into grin, “At least we’re alone now.”
Elliot grinned back, “Yeah, and it should be hours before they’re brave enough to come sneaking back in. Fuckin’ geeks.”
Dean just laughed as he pinned the other man down on the couch.
Sam and Hardison didn’t stop running until they were several blocks from the apartment. Finally ducking into an alleyway they both collapsed the brick wall of an old brownstone gasping air both from the exertion of their run and the laughter wracking through their bodies. After several minutes, Sam finally got enough composure to speak.
“Holy shit that was awesome! Did you see the looks on their faces?” which prompted another round of hysterical laughter from the two men.
Hardison gained control first this time. “You know we can never go back, right? They will kill us in our sleep.”
Sam flashed him a grin, “So I guess that means I’m stuck with you for forever?”
The heat that flashed through the other man’s eyes was not lost on Sam. Taking his cue, Sam rolled his shoulder along the wall until he had the other man pinned against the brick. “Whatever will we do?”
Hardison’s eyes met Sam’s briefly before settling on his lips. “Oh, I’m sure you’ll come up with something. You’re a smart guy.”
Sam grinned one last time before dipping his head in to finally kiss other man.
Author: lethiaw77
Fandoms: SPN/Leverage
Summary: Elliot, Hardison, Dean and Sam playing video games (testosterone ensues).
Disclaimer: Not mine, not real. Though I would love to see pictures ;)
Pairings: Dean/Elliot (established relationship type thing…what? Like either of them are the settle down kind really???) Sam/Hardison (kinda/sorta)
Words: 1087
Ratings/Warnings: I’m gonna go with R to be safe because Elliot needs his mouth washed out with soap. Short interlude of two hot guys making out. Overabundance of testosterone. Slight mentions of violence. No spoilers for either show.
Notes: Written for rozabellalove for a comment fic mem thingy found here: http://lethiaw77.livejournal.com/18651.html . Original prompt: Sam/Hardison & Dean/Eliot - geeks v macho men, in a wii battle to the death
“You fucking sonofabitch, I’m going to kill you!” Elliot yelled as Sam snuck up behind him and took him out. Again.
“I’d like to see you try, what with all the laying around and bleeding you’ve been doing,” Sam laughed.
“You fucker!” Elliot growled as he got up off the sofa and tossed the game controller to the side. Dean was quick to hit pause and rise to get between the hitter and his brother.
“Easy Elliot. It’s just a game,” Dean said, raising his hands to rest on Elliot’s chest and subtly hold him back.
“Yeah Elliot, It’s just a game,” Sam mocked bending his body to smirk at Elliot from behind his brother’s back.
Without even looking behind him Dean called, “Knock it off Sam, and wipe that smirk off your face ‘fore I let him go.”
Even though he was a fully grown man, a hunter, with over half a foot on the hitter, he didn’t really want to tangle with the hitter. The first time they had met in an alley behind a bar in Boston had been enough for Sam to know Elliot was really the guy you’d rather have on your side in fight. The smirk rolled into an innocent smile. “Well, he started it.”
Elliot growled from around Dean, seriously reconsidering his efforts to get around his boyfriend to get to his hands on his little brother.
“For the love of God, are you two five?” Dean asked to the room, not really expecting a response. “And when the fuck did I become the grown up?”
Thankfully Hardison broke the tension in the room. Standing up he announced, “I need another beer. Anybody else need a refill?”
Elliot growled again, which Hardison took as an affirmative.
Dean looked at his almost empty bottle and said, “Yeah, might as well.”
Hardison looked down at Sam, who shook his head no. Hardison gave him a pointed look before replying, “Oh yes you do, come on and help me get them from the kitchen.”
Sam’s eyes narrowed at the hacker, who just flashed him a knowing grin. With a quick nod, Sam rose to follow the man into the kitchen.
Left alone in the living room, the two men looked at each other for a minute, before Elliot broke the silence. “Your brother is a smart mouthed little bitch.” He glared at Dean as if to say that was all his fault.
Dean huffed a laugh and responded with, “Preachin’ to choir there man.”
Elliot’s anger finally broke and he chuckled along with Dean. “Come’re,” he called quietly before pulling the slightly taller man up against him. Elliot’s eyes slipped closed as he pressed his lips to the other man’s. The kiss quickly deepened, as Dean opened his mouth to run his tongue along Elliot’s bottom lip. Elliot parted his lips, and their tongues twined together mapping the familiar territory of each other’s mouths.
Dean lifted his right hand to tangle into the hair at the base of Elliot’s neck while his other hand came to rest on his hip pulling Elliot flush against him. Dean could already feel the beginnings of Elliot’s hard-on pressed against his hip. Dean tightened the hold in Elliot’s hair to just this side of painful knowing how it drove him insane. Elliot moaned into Dean’s mouth, his hands coming up to grasp at the too short hair at the back of Dean’s head.
“Oh man, we don’t wanna see that shit! Get a friggin’ room,’ Hardison groaned as he and Sam came back from the kitchen. Locked in their embrace, Dean and Elliot missed the conspiratorial look that passed between the other two.
Breaking apart, Dean half turned and leered at the other two men, “Just because you’re jealous you ain’t gettin’ none don’t mean you gotta hate.”
Sam produced bitchface number two, which roughly translates to God, Dean you are so stupid. How can we possibly be related? Dean just grinned.
Taking their beers, Dean and Elliot settled back on the sofa while Sam and Hardison reclaimed their spots on the loveseat. “So, y’all ready for us to finish kicking your asses?” Elliot asked.
Sam and Hardison exchanged a little grin before replying, “In your dreams.”
The game resumed. Half an hour later, Dean and Elliot had hemmed the other two into a corner in a warehouse. So, intent on finishing off their prey, they missed Hardison leaning into Sam and whispering, “Remember, on my mark you take those gazelle legs and haul ass out that door.” A curt nod from Sam acknowledging he remembered the plan, and Hardison starting hitting a complicated sequence of keys on his controller. The screen flashed white, and then hundreds of combat drones swarmed the screen.
Dean and Elliot’s chorused yells of “What the fuck!?!?!?!?” almost drowned out Hardison call of “Now, run!”
Before either of the other two men had time to realize what had happened Sam and Hardison were out the door and down the stairs. Elliot’s growled, “Damn it, Hardison!” following them.
Dean and Elliot glared at each for a minute, before Dean broke into grin, “At least we’re alone now.”
Elliot grinned back, “Yeah, and it should be hours before they’re brave enough to come sneaking back in. Fuckin’ geeks.”
Dean just laughed as he pinned the other man down on the couch.
Sam and Hardison didn’t stop running until they were several blocks from the apartment. Finally ducking into an alleyway they both collapsed the brick wall of an old brownstone gasping air both from the exertion of their run and the laughter wracking through their bodies. After several minutes, Sam finally got enough composure to speak.
“Holy shit that was awesome! Did you see the looks on their faces?” which prompted another round of hysterical laughter from the two men.
Hardison gained control first this time. “You know we can never go back, right? They will kill us in our sleep.”
Sam flashed him a grin, “So I guess that means I’m stuck with you for forever?”
The heat that flashed through the other man’s eyes was not lost on Sam. Taking his cue, Sam rolled his shoulder along the wall until he had the other man pinned against the brick. “Whatever will we do?”
Hardison’s eyes met Sam’s briefly before settling on his lips. “Oh, I’m sure you’ll come up with something. You’re a smart guy.”
Sam grinned one last time before dipping his head in to finally kiss other man.