fic: Leverage: You Can't Download Sounds Like This (1/1)
Title: You Can't Download Sounds Like This
Author: Havenward
Series: Leverage (airs Dec 7th)
Words: 764
Rating: NC17
Note: For those of you having a bad day, a bad week, and a bad month. Thanks to chatona, thehighwaywoman, and badfalcon for the handholding, and to honeyjojames and elebridith for the extra encouragement. Follows on the heels of With Those Hands, because now that the train is rolling it's probably not going to stop. Although eventually there'll be something that isn't just porn, I swear. PWP.
Pairing: Alec/Eliot
Summary: The morning after, Alec continues what Eliot started the night before.
It's been a decent while since Alec has woken up with anyone in his bed. Not that it's been a while since he's been laid, of course, but he isn't stupid. No one stays the night, and fewer than that see his studio to begin with.
So it's a little disorienting, that sense of weight on the other side of the mattress, the warmth near his back, the even sound of breathing. It takes a moment before he remembers. When he does, Alec is pretty sure even Death couldn't wipe the grin off his face.
He rolls over carefully, doing his best not to wake Eliot. Which, as it turns out, is pretty damn impossible. The man sleeps as lightly as a cat. Still, Alec can see the moment consciousness steels over him, tensing his shoulders just so. Eliot doesn't move, doesn't say anything. Even his breathing doesn't change. If Alec hadn't been looking, he's pretty sure he would never realize that the other man is awake.
For one brief moment it occurs to him to wonder what that means, whether it's regret or habit or something else. Honestly though, he's too caught up with remembering the night before to put much thought into it. Thinking is definitely over rated. As is the small stretch of unoccupied mattress between them.
Alec moves over, curling himself into the line of Eliot's back and tossing an arm over his waist. "Morning," he says against the curve of his neck. Chases the words with his lips until he can feel the tension ebb away and Eliot tips his head to give him access to the rest of his neck.
"Mornin'." If the sleepy scratch of his voice didn't go straight to Alec's cock, the lazy way he rotates and grinds his hips back certainly would. Alec returns the favor by tracing nonsense patterns across his chest and stomach, fingers occasionally dragging over his nipples as they slowly trail lower and back up, and licks his way along his throat. He nibbles and sucks at the soft spot behind his jaw, and leaves a mark.
Eliot shivers a little. Makes a noise somewhere between asking and demanding that gets Alec mouthing at his throat just to hear it again. He reaches back and digs his fingers into his hip, his other arm braced against the bed, striving for better friction. Shifting and grinding so Alec is sliding against him, leaving them both panting.
Alec drags his hand down, almost scratching along the flat of his stomach and lower, but diverts his aim at the last moment. Eliot growls, frustrated, and does something with his hips that straight out short-circuits Alec's brain.
"Jesus," he says, because if just this much, just slipping along the curves of Eliot's ass and between his thighs, is this good... He bites down into his shoulder to stifle an oath that still bubbles out of his throat as a moan. Digs his fingers into the soft of Eliot's inner thigh and bucks back into him.
Eliot gasps, words lost in a strangled groan. He's hard enough it hurts, the feel of Alec's dick thrusting against his balls torturous. "Alec," he manages, pleading. "Please... please..." He fists the sheet, turns his face down into the pillow and barely swallows a whimper. Needs it badly enough now he's shaking with it. A growled moan passes through gritted teeth as Alec finally touches him, and he's sure the grip he has on Alec's thigh will leave bruises. It takes a few moments to find the right pace, timing his hips to the pace of Alec's hand. Eliot's breath turns to low, needy grunts as Alec works him, thumb running across the slit and down.
"That's it," Alec murmurs into his skin, increasing the pace, and Eliot keens. He kisses and nips at Eliot's shoulder between ragged breaths, keeping them steady, drawing them higher with every twist of the wrist and thrust of his hips. "C'mon Eliot, so close..." A few more pulls and Eliot comes with a wordless cry, pushing back hard and dragging Alec with him, covering his stomach and his thighs with come. Alec stays pressed against him, nuzzling a little at his jaw, til their breathing evens out and Eliot lets go with a small sigh. "Shower?"
Alec smiles to himself as Eliot nods. Because this? This is turning out to be the best morning ever.
Author: Havenward
Series: Leverage (airs Dec 7th)
Words: 764
Rating: NC17
Note: For those of you having a bad day, a bad week, and a bad month. Thanks to chatona, thehighwaywoman, and badfalcon for the handholding, and to honeyjojames and elebridith for the extra encouragement. Follows on the heels of With Those Hands, because now that the train is rolling it's probably not going to stop. Although eventually there'll be something that isn't just porn, I swear. PWP.
Pairing: Alec/Eliot
Summary: The morning after, Alec continues what Eliot started the night before.
It's been a decent while since Alec has woken up with anyone in his bed. Not that it's been a while since he's been laid, of course, but he isn't stupid. No one stays the night, and fewer than that see his studio to begin with.
So it's a little disorienting, that sense of weight on the other side of the mattress, the warmth near his back, the even sound of breathing. It takes a moment before he remembers. When he does, Alec is pretty sure even Death couldn't wipe the grin off his face.
He rolls over carefully, doing his best not to wake Eliot. Which, as it turns out, is pretty damn impossible. The man sleeps as lightly as a cat. Still, Alec can see the moment consciousness steels over him, tensing his shoulders just so. Eliot doesn't move, doesn't say anything. Even his breathing doesn't change. If Alec hadn't been looking, he's pretty sure he would never realize that the other man is awake.
For one brief moment it occurs to him to wonder what that means, whether it's regret or habit or something else. Honestly though, he's too caught up with remembering the night before to put much thought into it. Thinking is definitely over rated. As is the small stretch of unoccupied mattress between them.
Alec moves over, curling himself into the line of Eliot's back and tossing an arm over his waist. "Morning," he says against the curve of his neck. Chases the words with his lips until he can feel the tension ebb away and Eliot tips his head to give him access to the rest of his neck.
"Mornin'." If the sleepy scratch of his voice didn't go straight to Alec's cock, the lazy way he rotates and grinds his hips back certainly would. Alec returns the favor by tracing nonsense patterns across his chest and stomach, fingers occasionally dragging over his nipples as they slowly trail lower and back up, and licks his way along his throat. He nibbles and sucks at the soft spot behind his jaw, and leaves a mark.
Eliot shivers a little. Makes a noise somewhere between asking and demanding that gets Alec mouthing at his throat just to hear it again. He reaches back and digs his fingers into his hip, his other arm braced against the bed, striving for better friction. Shifting and grinding so Alec is sliding against him, leaving them both panting.
Alec drags his hand down, almost scratching along the flat of his stomach and lower, but diverts his aim at the last moment. Eliot growls, frustrated, and does something with his hips that straight out short-circuits Alec's brain.
"Jesus," he says, because if just this much, just slipping along the curves of Eliot's ass and between his thighs, is this good... He bites down into his shoulder to stifle an oath that still bubbles out of his throat as a moan. Digs his fingers into the soft of Eliot's inner thigh and bucks back into him.
Eliot gasps, words lost in a strangled groan. He's hard enough it hurts, the feel of Alec's dick thrusting against his balls torturous. "Alec," he manages, pleading. "Please... please..." He fists the sheet, turns his face down into the pillow and barely swallows a whimper. Needs it badly enough now he's shaking with it. A growled moan passes through gritted teeth as Alec finally touches him, and he's sure the grip he has on Alec's thigh will leave bruises. It takes a few moments to find the right pace, timing his hips to the pace of Alec's hand. Eliot's breath turns to low, needy grunts as Alec works him, thumb running across the slit and down.
"That's it," Alec murmurs into his skin, increasing the pace, and Eliot keens. He kisses and nips at Eliot's shoulder between ragged breaths, keeping them steady, drawing them higher with every twist of the wrist and thrust of his hips. "C'mon Eliot, so close..." A few more pulls and Eliot comes with a wordless cry, pushing back hard and dragging Alec with him, covering his stomach and his thighs with come. Alec stays pressed against him, nuzzling a little at his jaw, til their breathing evens out and Eliot lets go with a small sigh. "Shower?"
Alec smiles to himself as Eliot nods. Because this? This is turning out to be the best morning ever.