Fic: Moving In, Crossover Leverage/A:tS, NC-17
And another comment_fic prompt that ran away with me... oh well. The muse has been fed very well, it seems. *g*
Title: Moving In
Author: elebridith
Rating: NC-17 just to be sure
Genre: Slash, Crossover
Pairing: Lindsey/Eliot
Summary: Set in my Face Value!Verse, somewhere after "Burn". Lindsey gets his own place.
Disclaimer: Not mine, no one, nothing of it. Just playing.
Written for
comment_fic , for honeyjojames . Unbeta'd, un-southernified.
It was Moving Day. Lindsey's apartment was finally ready and it was time that he got his stuff out of Nate's guest room. The whole team helped. Parker had even reluctantly offered the zip line, but Lindsey had convinced her that he was absolutely capable of carrying a bunch of boxes into and out of the elevator. And it wasn't like he had a whole household to move. He had bought basic furniture and of course there were his clothes and the guitar, but everything else would come in bit by bit.
Right now Nate and Sophie arranged chairs in the living room, Eliot and Parker were carrying boxes and stuff and Alec had just finished working on connecting phone lines and laptop.
"There you go. All set." Alec got up with a proud satisfied smile. "Internet works, fastest speed possible, phone lines are good and this is an emergency button. Sends silent signal directly to Nate. Just in case someone's out to get you or something."
Lindsey made a face. "Very funny, Hardison. But thanks." He looked over to Eliot who had dropped the last box with Lindsey's stuff on the floor and began sorting things away, completely unimpressed of the amused look Parker threw him for that. She then turned to Alec and whispered "Married couple", but apparently it had not been quiet enough. A gruffy "I heard that!" coming from Eliot made them both giggle. Lindsey rolled his eyes and went over to Nathan who had just dropped off the last of the chairs he had been carrying.
Nate grinned as he straightened and stretched his back. "So, ready for your own four walls?" He picked up a bundle of keys and dropped them in Lindsey's hands.
Lindsey laughed. "Yeah, feels good. And, Nate... thanks." He gave the older man a grateful look. "For letting me crash this long and... yeah. Everything."
Nate smiled. "Don't mention it." He looked around. "You need any more help? Everything here?"
Lindsey nodded. "Yeah. Chairs, clothes, guitar, all set. And as soon as I'm really settled, we can do a proper house-warming party."
Sophie smiled. "Sounds great. And if you need any help in decorating..." She beamed and looked like she was already half on her way to the store.
Lindsey's smile froze a little, and Nate quickly grabbed Sophie's arm. "Sophie, sweetheart, I think Lindsey's got a little different taste than you..."
Sophie looked a little hurt, and Lindsey hurried to give her his best appreciative smile. "Thanks for the offer, Sophie. I'll... get back to you if something comes up, okay?"
Sophie suddenly grinned teasingly and gave him a wink. "No, you won't. But it's nice that you say it."
Lindsey laughed, a little embarrassed. Caught. One day I'll figure out if she's serious or not.
Alec peeked into the room. "Are we done?"
Lindsey nodded. "Thanks for the help, everyone. See y'all tomorrow."
Alec and Parker left, Nate and Sophie followed. Lindsey turned around and looked at Eliot who had just carefully stowed away Lindsey's guitar. He caught his eyes. "What about you? You're staying, right?" It was supposed to sound matter-of-factly, but Lindsey knew that he hadn't been able to hide the hint of plea.
Eliot slowly moved towards him and tilted his head, just a small smile on his face. "Actually, I was hoping I could. Don't feel like driving down to my place." He smirked. "Unless you don't want me here, then I'll just knock on Nate's door."
"Don't ya dare." Lindsey grinned, wide and a little relieved. Sure, in the last weeks "out for a job" had been the only reason for them not to spend the night together, but this was his own place now, and inviting Eliot to stay here was... different. I thought he'd freak out over that. Guess I'm still too pessimistic...
Eliot's eyes were now fixed on him, glinting with amusement. He slowly moved closer until he was standing directly in front of Lindsey who didn't move at all, just closed his eyes, his breath speeding up a little. He could feel Eliot's body warmth now and then strong fingers cupped his face and nudged his chin upwards. Warm breath teased over his skin, lips just ghosted over his own, barely touching. He gasped a little and heard Eliot's voice, softly chuckling.
"So... means I can stay, right?"
Lindsey slowly nodded and unconsciously parted his lips a bit, waiting for Eliot to close that last distance already... and all of a sudden he realized that this growling sound he was hearing now didn't come out of Eliot's throat. In fact, it didn't come from Eliot at all. His eyes flew open as Eliot stepped back and started to laugh.
"Linds - we should use the kitchen instead of the bedroom. Your stomach sounds like a grizzly bear."
Lindsey groaned in frustration and made such a devastated face that Eliot grinned, patted his shoulder and quickly kissed the tip of his nose. "Come on. Let's feed us. Besides..." His grin turned wicked. "I ain't using that bedroom anyway 'til it's dark enough outside. Fuck-ugly color, those walls."
Lindsey's eyes widened in mock surprise. He shook his head. "You'd deny me the pleasures of your company just because you don't like the wall color?"
Eliot crinkled his nose and looked dead serious. "You bet. 's disgusting. I think I'd rather move back to Nate's couch."
Lindsey's eyes widened even more. He wasn't sure anymore that Eliot was really kidding, until he added with a smirk "And don't even think about the word 'blindfold', boy."
Lindsey pouted. "I ain't get to paint the walls until next week. How about..." He grinned suddenly. "We could ask Sophie to buy us some drapes."
The smirk was abruptly replaced by a look of complete horror. "No way. Just... put some paint on top of the shopping list, okay?"
Lindsey grinned. "Deal. Now..." He moved closer and dropped his voice to a hush. "It's almost dark outside..."
Eliot gave him a stern look. "Kitchen."
Lindsey sighed, but as his stomach gave another growl, even louder this time, he reluctantly gave in. "Guess you're right. Is there anything useful in the fridge?"
Eliot nodded. "I stocked it up a bit. Omelette? With tomatoes and cheese?"
Lindsey licked his lips. "Sounds awesome." He followed Eliot into the kitchen, dropped on a chair and just watched as Eliot took charge of the kitchen and prepared the food. A warm feeling spread through his body. Home. This could be... will be home. After a few minutes the comfortable silence was broken as Eliot glared at the tomatoes, then at the knife he was holding and muttered "Stupid things." He looked up and threw Lindsey an almost accusing glare. "Who bought those? Gotta bring my own, these are crap."
Lindsey had to laugh. "Nate, I think. It was a gift." Eliot snorted and continued his work. Lindsey shifted in his chair, now looking just a bit anxious. "You know..." He hesitated and then simply stated "You could just bring your stuff here. Would make things a little easier."
Eliot looked up at the slightly too casual tone of Lindsey's voice and his hands stilled for a moment. He caught Lindsey's eyes. "You askin' me to move in?"
His voice sounded defensive, but Lindsey could see that it wasn't the knee-jerk reaction he had been afraid of - Eliot's stance was only a bit tense and there was actually an amused twinkle in his eyes. He grinned a little. "I'm asking you to bring your stuff. Clothes, toothbrush... like you did at Nate's. No more."
Eliot put down the knife, turned to Lindsey and crossed his arms. "I'm gonna keep my apartment."
His tone of voice was serious, but not defensive anymore. Lindsey nodded and kept his voice and face neutral. "Of course." He waited, not wanting to put any pressure on the other man.
Eliot studied him for another little while and then looked away. He rubbed his nose and huffed out a little laugh. "I... might have..." He looked at Lindsey again and grinned, slightly embarrassed-looking. "I might have already brought a few things. In my bag, in the living room."
Lindsey grinned back, relieved and completely delighted. "Left side of the bed, then? Closer to the door."
Eliot's lips twitched. "Sounds good." He crossed his arms again, trying to return to the stern look but not entirely succeeding. "'s just a few things. 'm not really... y'know. And now lemme finish this here or you'll starve in front of me."
Lindsey laughed and got up to fetch plates. Home. And now it really is.
***
The omelette had been delicious, of course. Eliot dropped his now-empty duffle bag on the floor of the bedroom, looked around and shook his head. Lindsey leaned in the doorframe, grinning cheerfully. "Y'know, I still think we should let Sophie buy..." He broke off the sentence at Eliot's glare. "Okay, okay... how about we just..." He smirked, reached behind him and switched off the light. The room fell almost dark, enough at least to hide the wall color. He could vaguely see Eliot's shadowy form coming towards him.
"That... could work." Eliot's voice was low and husky.
And then there were only sounds and touches left, like snapshots. Fingers tangling in long hair, tugging softly. Lips finally meeting, with small needy sounds of want, the rustling of clothes taken off and falling to the floor. The soft thud of two bodies dropping on the bed, the sound of breathing getting faster. Hands wandering over heated skin, exploring, touching. Soft gasps and hisses, pleading sounds without words. Fingertips brushing over faces, like wanting to read the outlines in the dark. Lingering caresses and slow strokes, gentle holds changing to bruising grips. Fast breaths turning to harsh panting, moans, gasps, sharp intakes of air and whimpers. Mouth and teeth against skin, nibbles and soft bites. Sweat-slicked bodies moving, with each other, against each other, hands holding on, nails digging into skin and then the choked outcry of a name, followed by a low growl.
The movements stopped, but bodies were still pressed together, limbs were still tangled, sweaty skin cooling off. The fast harsh panting slowed down and after a while there was a small shift into a comfortable position. A soft voice whispered "Welcome home, baby", followed by the rustling of sheets and then only the soft sound of sleepy breathing prevented the room now from being completely silent.
***
Lindsey entered the office the next morning in a very cheerful mood. He peeked into Nathan's room. "Morning, Nate."
Nathan looked up and smiled. "Morning, Lindsey. How was the first night in your own rooms?"
Lindsey couldn't hide a very happy, very satisfied grin. "Yeah, we slept well, uh... eventually." He bit his lower lip and had to laugh at Nate's mockingly disgusted please-no-more-details look. "Eliot says I gotta paint the walls, though. Otherwise he moves back to your couch."
Nathan started to laugh. "As if. Where is he, anyway?"
Lindsey pointed direction Alec's office. "Got held up. Hardison needed advice on something."
Nathan nodded and then raised his eyebrows questioningly. "So... he's moving in then?"
Lindsey scoffed. "Please. Eliot? Moving in? He keeps his apartment." He grinned wickedly. "He just brought a few things. You know, clothes, toothbrush..."
Nathan laughed out and stated very earnest "He's moving in."
Lindsey gave him a wink. "Just don't tell him."
Title: Moving In
Author: elebridith
Rating: NC-17 just to be sure
Genre: Slash, Crossover
Pairing: Lindsey/Eliot
Summary: Set in my Face Value!Verse, somewhere after "Burn". Lindsey gets his own place.
Disclaimer: Not mine, no one, nothing of it. Just playing.
Written for
comment_fic , for honeyjojames . Unbeta'd, un-southernified.
It was Moving Day. Lindsey's apartment was finally ready and it was time that he got his stuff out of Nate's guest room. The whole team helped. Parker had even reluctantly offered the zip line, but Lindsey had convinced her that he was absolutely capable of carrying a bunch of boxes into and out of the elevator. And it wasn't like he had a whole household to move. He had bought basic furniture and of course there were his clothes and the guitar, but everything else would come in bit by bit.
Right now Nate and Sophie arranged chairs in the living room, Eliot and Parker were carrying boxes and stuff and Alec had just finished working on connecting phone lines and laptop.
"There you go. All set." Alec got up with a proud satisfied smile. "Internet works, fastest speed possible, phone lines are good and this is an emergency button. Sends silent signal directly to Nate. Just in case someone's out to get you or something."
Lindsey made a face. "Very funny, Hardison. But thanks." He looked over to Eliot who had dropped the last box with Lindsey's stuff on the floor and began sorting things away, completely unimpressed of the amused look Parker threw him for that. She then turned to Alec and whispered "Married couple", but apparently it had not been quiet enough. A gruffy "I heard that!" coming from Eliot made them both giggle. Lindsey rolled his eyes and went over to Nathan who had just dropped off the last of the chairs he had been carrying.
Nate grinned as he straightened and stretched his back. "So, ready for your own four walls?" He picked up a bundle of keys and dropped them in Lindsey's hands.
Lindsey laughed. "Yeah, feels good. And, Nate... thanks." He gave the older man a grateful look. "For letting me crash this long and... yeah. Everything."
Nate smiled. "Don't mention it." He looked around. "You need any more help? Everything here?"
Lindsey nodded. "Yeah. Chairs, clothes, guitar, all set. And as soon as I'm really settled, we can do a proper house-warming party."
Sophie smiled. "Sounds great. And if you need any help in decorating..." She beamed and looked like she was already half on her way to the store.
Lindsey's smile froze a little, and Nate quickly grabbed Sophie's arm. "Sophie, sweetheart, I think Lindsey's got a little different taste than you..."
Sophie looked a little hurt, and Lindsey hurried to give her his best appreciative smile. "Thanks for the offer, Sophie. I'll... get back to you if something comes up, okay?"
Sophie suddenly grinned teasingly and gave him a wink. "No, you won't. But it's nice that you say it."
Lindsey laughed, a little embarrassed. Caught. One day I'll figure out if she's serious or not.
Alec peeked into the room. "Are we done?"
Lindsey nodded. "Thanks for the help, everyone. See y'all tomorrow."
Alec and Parker left, Nate and Sophie followed. Lindsey turned around and looked at Eliot who had just carefully stowed away Lindsey's guitar. He caught his eyes. "What about you? You're staying, right?" It was supposed to sound matter-of-factly, but Lindsey knew that he hadn't been able to hide the hint of plea.
Eliot slowly moved towards him and tilted his head, just a small smile on his face. "Actually, I was hoping I could. Don't feel like driving down to my place." He smirked. "Unless you don't want me here, then I'll just knock on Nate's door."
"Don't ya dare." Lindsey grinned, wide and a little relieved. Sure, in the last weeks "out for a job" had been the only reason for them not to spend the night together, but this was his own place now, and inviting Eliot to stay here was... different. I thought he'd freak out over that. Guess I'm still too pessimistic...
Eliot's eyes were now fixed on him, glinting with amusement. He slowly moved closer until he was standing directly in front of Lindsey who didn't move at all, just closed his eyes, his breath speeding up a little. He could feel Eliot's body warmth now and then strong fingers cupped his face and nudged his chin upwards. Warm breath teased over his skin, lips just ghosted over his own, barely touching. He gasped a little and heard Eliot's voice, softly chuckling.
"So... means I can stay, right?"
Lindsey slowly nodded and unconsciously parted his lips a bit, waiting for Eliot to close that last distance already... and all of a sudden he realized that this growling sound he was hearing now didn't come out of Eliot's throat. In fact, it didn't come from Eliot at all. His eyes flew open as Eliot stepped back and started to laugh.
"Linds - we should use the kitchen instead of the bedroom. Your stomach sounds like a grizzly bear."
Lindsey groaned in frustration and made such a devastated face that Eliot grinned, patted his shoulder and quickly kissed the tip of his nose. "Come on. Let's feed us. Besides..." His grin turned wicked. "I ain't using that bedroom anyway 'til it's dark enough outside. Fuck-ugly color, those walls."
Lindsey's eyes widened in mock surprise. He shook his head. "You'd deny me the pleasures of your company just because you don't like the wall color?"
Eliot crinkled his nose and looked dead serious. "You bet. 's disgusting. I think I'd rather move back to Nate's couch."
Lindsey's eyes widened even more. He wasn't sure anymore that Eliot was really kidding, until he added with a smirk "And don't even think about the word 'blindfold', boy."
Lindsey pouted. "I ain't get to paint the walls until next week. How about..." He grinned suddenly. "We could ask Sophie to buy us some drapes."
The smirk was abruptly replaced by a look of complete horror. "No way. Just... put some paint on top of the shopping list, okay?"
Lindsey grinned. "Deal. Now..." He moved closer and dropped his voice to a hush. "It's almost dark outside..."
Eliot gave him a stern look. "Kitchen."
Lindsey sighed, but as his stomach gave another growl, even louder this time, he reluctantly gave in. "Guess you're right. Is there anything useful in the fridge?"
Eliot nodded. "I stocked it up a bit. Omelette? With tomatoes and cheese?"
Lindsey licked his lips. "Sounds awesome." He followed Eliot into the kitchen, dropped on a chair and just watched as Eliot took charge of the kitchen and prepared the food. A warm feeling spread through his body. Home. This could be... will be home. After a few minutes the comfortable silence was broken as Eliot glared at the tomatoes, then at the knife he was holding and muttered "Stupid things." He looked up and threw Lindsey an almost accusing glare. "Who bought those? Gotta bring my own, these are crap."
Lindsey had to laugh. "Nate, I think. It was a gift." Eliot snorted and continued his work. Lindsey shifted in his chair, now looking just a bit anxious. "You know..." He hesitated and then simply stated "You could just bring your stuff here. Would make things a little easier."
Eliot looked up at the slightly too casual tone of Lindsey's voice and his hands stilled for a moment. He caught Lindsey's eyes. "You askin' me to move in?"
His voice sounded defensive, but Lindsey could see that it wasn't the knee-jerk reaction he had been afraid of - Eliot's stance was only a bit tense and there was actually an amused twinkle in his eyes. He grinned a little. "I'm asking you to bring your stuff. Clothes, toothbrush... like you did at Nate's. No more."
Eliot put down the knife, turned to Lindsey and crossed his arms. "I'm gonna keep my apartment."
His tone of voice was serious, but not defensive anymore. Lindsey nodded and kept his voice and face neutral. "Of course." He waited, not wanting to put any pressure on the other man.
Eliot studied him for another little while and then looked away. He rubbed his nose and huffed out a little laugh. "I... might have..." He looked at Lindsey again and grinned, slightly embarrassed-looking. "I might have already brought a few things. In my bag, in the living room."
Lindsey grinned back, relieved and completely delighted. "Left side of the bed, then? Closer to the door."
Eliot's lips twitched. "Sounds good." He crossed his arms again, trying to return to the stern look but not entirely succeeding. "'s just a few things. 'm not really... y'know. And now lemme finish this here or you'll starve in front of me."
Lindsey laughed and got up to fetch plates. Home. And now it really is.
***
The omelette had been delicious, of course. Eliot dropped his now-empty duffle bag on the floor of the bedroom, looked around and shook his head. Lindsey leaned in the doorframe, grinning cheerfully. "Y'know, I still think we should let Sophie buy..." He broke off the sentence at Eliot's glare. "Okay, okay... how about we just..." He smirked, reached behind him and switched off the light. The room fell almost dark, enough at least to hide the wall color. He could vaguely see Eliot's shadowy form coming towards him.
"That... could work." Eliot's voice was low and husky.
And then there were only sounds and touches left, like snapshots. Fingers tangling in long hair, tugging softly. Lips finally meeting, with small needy sounds of want, the rustling of clothes taken off and falling to the floor. The soft thud of two bodies dropping on the bed, the sound of breathing getting faster. Hands wandering over heated skin, exploring, touching. Soft gasps and hisses, pleading sounds without words. Fingertips brushing over faces, like wanting to read the outlines in the dark. Lingering caresses and slow strokes, gentle holds changing to bruising grips. Fast breaths turning to harsh panting, moans, gasps, sharp intakes of air and whimpers. Mouth and teeth against skin, nibbles and soft bites. Sweat-slicked bodies moving, with each other, against each other, hands holding on, nails digging into skin and then the choked outcry of a name, followed by a low growl.
The movements stopped, but bodies were still pressed together, limbs were still tangled, sweaty skin cooling off. The fast harsh panting slowed down and after a while there was a small shift into a comfortable position. A soft voice whispered "Welcome home, baby", followed by the rustling of sheets and then only the soft sound of sleepy breathing prevented the room now from being completely silent.
***
Lindsey entered the office the next morning in a very cheerful mood. He peeked into Nathan's room. "Morning, Nate."
Nathan looked up and smiled. "Morning, Lindsey. How was the first night in your own rooms?"
Lindsey couldn't hide a very happy, very satisfied grin. "Yeah, we slept well, uh... eventually." He bit his lower lip and had to laugh at Nate's mockingly disgusted please-no-more-details look. "Eliot says I gotta paint the walls, though. Otherwise he moves back to your couch."
Nathan started to laugh. "As if. Where is he, anyway?"
Lindsey pointed direction Alec's office. "Got held up. Hardison needed advice on something."
Nathan nodded and then raised his eyebrows questioningly. "So... he's moving in then?"
Lindsey scoffed. "Please. Eliot? Moving in? He keeps his apartment." He grinned wickedly. "He just brought a few things. You know, clothes, toothbrush..."
Nathan laughed out and stated very earnest "He's moving in."
Lindsey gave him a wink. "Just don't tell him."