Fic: Black and Blue, Crossover Leverage/A:tS, rated R
Let it be known that havenward is an evil enabler. Here I am, happily leaving prompts at comment_fic , and she cheerfully tells me "Hey, I left some for you!" Nonono, my muse is still dentist-disabled... huh? Muse? Hello...? You didn't even had honeyjojames ' chocolate cake yet! Oh. *sigh* Overdrive.
As usual when written for comment_fic , un-beta'd, un-southernified. Haven, feel free to wake your inner beta. *g*
Set somewhere in the future of my Face Value!Verse. Rating... umm... R? Okay, havenward , here we go, hope y'all like it! As for the second prompt, muse is thinking and nibbling chocolate...
Part of the Face Value!verse.
Disclaimer: Not mine, no one, nothing. Just playing.
Black and blue
Eliot sighed with relief as he closed the apartment door behind him. He dropped his bag on the floor, stiffly walked to the bedroom and peeked inside. He smiled fondly as he found Lindsey sound asleep in their bed, arm curled around a pillow. The urge to drop on the bed and to replace said pillow with his own body was overwhelming, but he resisted. He knew very well that he'd be completely stiff and sore by tomorrow if he didn't get a hot shower now. He tiptoed back and headed for the bathroom, shedding his clothes on the way.
He turned on the water, regulating it as hot as possible without burning his skin and then stepped under the shower. He hissed as the hot stream hit his various cuts and bruises, but forced himself to relax until the burning slowly faded away. Note to self: If you had a round with six bad guys the day before, do not, repeat, not agree to do zip line training with Parker. Harnesses are evil.
He stood motionless for a while, face turned upwards and eyes closed, just letting the hot water relax his abused muscles. He didn't even move as he heard the bathroom door open and close again and just smiled as he heard Lindsey's cheerful voice.
"Don't start without me, y'hear me?"
Then the shower curtain was pulled back and he could hear a sharp intake of breath as Lindsey's eyes fell on his body.
"Jesus - Eliot! What didya run into? Pickup truck?"
Eliot finally turned his head around and met his eyes. He grinned a little rueful. "Leftovers from yesterday's job, plus harness training with Parker. Bad idea, I know."
Lindsey shook his head with a resigned huff. He stepped out of his boxers and was in the shower behind Eliot before he could say another word. Eliot felt his strong arms wrapping around his waist, carefully avoiding the worst bruises. Lindsey's chin rested on his shoulder. "You look like a Rorschach test, darlin'. Black and blue blots everywhere."
Eliot chuckled. "And? See anything disturbing?"
Lindsey pressed a kiss against his shoulder blade and he could feel him smile. "Disturbing? Nah. This one..." Lindsey traced his fingers carefully over a particularly nasty looking bruise on Eliot's ribs, and a shiver ran through Eliot's body despite the hot water. "This one looks like... Australia. You wanted there?"
Eliot grinned. "Not that I'm aware of. I think they dropped the case a few years ago."
He felt Lindsey stepping back a bit and then the smell of spicy orange shower gel filled the cabin. He closed his eyes and his breath began to fasten as Lindsey's soapy hands began to caress his whole body, gently massaging his sore muscles. He leaned back against Lindsey and for once allowed himself to give up control, let himself relax into the touches. He felt Lindsey press flush against him and his head fell back with a moan as soap-slick fingers curled around his cock and began to move in soft slow strokes. Despite his exhaustion he got hard almost embarrassingly fast, and then he felt Lindsey's mouth sucking on his neck. Gently at first but harder and using teeth as Eliot started moaning helplessly.
"Linds... please... now... need..."
He felt Lindsey's lips brush against his ear. "Ssshh... so fuckin' tense, Eliot... relax, I gotcha..." An arm wrapped around his waist again, slow strokes got faster, harder, and as Lindsey's mouth wandered back to his neck and bit down not-so-softly Eliot came with a hoarse cry, spilling his come over Lindsey's hand. He grabbed Lindsey's arm that was still around his waist, keeping him upright, and his head fell forward as he tried to regain control over his breath.
Lindsey held him tighter, kissing and licking the mark he left on Eliot's neck. Finally Eliot's knees didn't refuse to work anymore and he turned around. He slid his hand around Lindsey's neck and claimed his mouth with a deep kiss. As he pulled away after what seemed hours, he suddenly frowned, touched his neck and winced as his fingers found the bruise. He narrowed his eyes and looked accusingly at his lover. "As if I'm not black and blue enough yet. You really had to add another one to my collection, huh?"
Lindsey smiled sweetly and brushed wet strands out of Eliot's face. "More Rorschach blots. And I can actually read this one..."
Eliot growled, but then returned the caress. "And? What does it say?"
Lindsey curled his fingers in Eliot's hair and tugged him closer. "Mine."
As usual when written for comment_fic , un-beta'd, un-southernified. Haven, feel free to wake your inner beta. *g*
Set somewhere in the future of my Face Value!Verse. Rating... umm... R? Okay, havenward , here we go, hope y'all like it! As for the second prompt, muse is thinking and nibbling chocolate...
Part of the Face Value!verse.
Disclaimer: Not mine, no one, nothing. Just playing.
Black and blue
Eliot sighed with relief as he closed the apartment door behind him. He dropped his bag on the floor, stiffly walked to the bedroom and peeked inside. He smiled fondly as he found Lindsey sound asleep in their bed, arm curled around a pillow. The urge to drop on the bed and to replace said pillow with his own body was overwhelming, but he resisted. He knew very well that he'd be completely stiff and sore by tomorrow if he didn't get a hot shower now. He tiptoed back and headed for the bathroom, shedding his clothes on the way.
He turned on the water, regulating it as hot as possible without burning his skin and then stepped under the shower. He hissed as the hot stream hit his various cuts and bruises, but forced himself to relax until the burning slowly faded away. Note to self: If you had a round with six bad guys the day before, do not, repeat, not agree to do zip line training with Parker. Harnesses are evil.
He stood motionless for a while, face turned upwards and eyes closed, just letting the hot water relax his abused muscles. He didn't even move as he heard the bathroom door open and close again and just smiled as he heard Lindsey's cheerful voice.
"Don't start without me, y'hear me?"
Then the shower curtain was pulled back and he could hear a sharp intake of breath as Lindsey's eyes fell on his body.
"Jesus - Eliot! What didya run into? Pickup truck?"
Eliot finally turned his head around and met his eyes. He grinned a little rueful. "Leftovers from yesterday's job, plus harness training with Parker. Bad idea, I know."
Lindsey shook his head with a resigned huff. He stepped out of his boxers and was in the shower behind Eliot before he could say another word. Eliot felt his strong arms wrapping around his waist, carefully avoiding the worst bruises. Lindsey's chin rested on his shoulder. "You look like a Rorschach test, darlin'. Black and blue blots everywhere."
Eliot chuckled. "And? See anything disturbing?"
Lindsey pressed a kiss against his shoulder blade and he could feel him smile. "Disturbing? Nah. This one..." Lindsey traced his fingers carefully over a particularly nasty looking bruise on Eliot's ribs, and a shiver ran through Eliot's body despite the hot water. "This one looks like... Australia. You wanted there?"
Eliot grinned. "Not that I'm aware of. I think they dropped the case a few years ago."
He felt Lindsey stepping back a bit and then the smell of spicy orange shower gel filled the cabin. He closed his eyes and his breath began to fasten as Lindsey's soapy hands began to caress his whole body, gently massaging his sore muscles. He leaned back against Lindsey and for once allowed himself to give up control, let himself relax into the touches. He felt Lindsey press flush against him and his head fell back with a moan as soap-slick fingers curled around his cock and began to move in soft slow strokes. Despite his exhaustion he got hard almost embarrassingly fast, and then he felt Lindsey's mouth sucking on his neck. Gently at first but harder and using teeth as Eliot started moaning helplessly.
"Linds... please... now... need..."
He felt Lindsey's lips brush against his ear. "Ssshh... so fuckin' tense, Eliot... relax, I gotcha..." An arm wrapped around his waist again, slow strokes got faster, harder, and as Lindsey's mouth wandered back to his neck and bit down not-so-softly Eliot came with a hoarse cry, spilling his come over Lindsey's hand. He grabbed Lindsey's arm that was still around his waist, keeping him upright, and his head fell forward as he tried to regain control over his breath.
Lindsey held him tighter, kissing and licking the mark he left on Eliot's neck. Finally Eliot's knees didn't refuse to work anymore and he turned around. He slid his hand around Lindsey's neck and claimed his mouth with a deep kiss. As he pulled away after what seemed hours, he suddenly frowned, touched his neck and winced as his fingers found the bruise. He narrowed his eyes and looked accusingly at his lover. "As if I'm not black and blue enough yet. You really had to add another one to my collection, huh?"
Lindsey smiled sweetly and brushed wet strands out of Eliot's face. "More Rorschach blots. And I can actually read this one..."
Eliot growled, but then returned the caress. "And? What does it say?"
Lindsey curled his fingers in Eliot's hair and tugged him closer. "Mine."