Fic: After this Con
Fic: After this Con
Author: LMX
Fandom: Leverage
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Alec/Eliot
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Tissue?
AN: Comment fic for ravenclawbest
"After this con, we're going home, man. We're going south and we're gonna stay down there where it's warmer and there's more space and less freaking tourists and we don't have to worry about the mobs. There's horses there, right? Like, ranches and stuff, you'll like that more. There'll be more to do that isn't hittin' folk and gettin' yerself beat all to shit and… I can see you doin' that. Getting all up in the cows faces an' makin' 'em… I dunno, whatever the fuck ranchers do. Havin' sex in tents on mountainsides." Alec stopped to draw breath, because really it was starting to be a problem.
Eliot blinked at him slowly, smiling that wicked smile that was the reason Alec had told him he loved him. "Sounds good." he muttered, blood in his mouth making Alec balk.
"Shut up, man. Yer mockin' me. I'm holding your chest together and you still gotta be mocking me like that? I like sex in tents. It's fucking cozy." Alec's breath hitched and he blamed the shiver on the freezing winds that were whipping relentlessly around the rooftop.
"Stop crying… y' baby." Eliot said, and Alec convinced himself that the hitch in his breath was the cold making Eliot shiver too.
"After this con, you gotta help me tell Nate, man. He's gonna throw one if I pull out. I mean, this whole thing wouldn't even work without me. I run this crew. I mean… Nate runs it, but I… Y'know… It don't run without me. Or you. Especially with you." Alec looked down. "Eliot, open your eyes." he insisted. "Eliot?"
Author: LMX
Fandom: Leverage
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Alec/Eliot
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Tissue?
AN: Comment fic for ravenclawbest
"After this con, we're going home, man. We're going south and we're gonna stay down there where it's warmer and there's more space and less freaking tourists and we don't have to worry about the mobs. There's horses there, right? Like, ranches and stuff, you'll like that more. There'll be more to do that isn't hittin' folk and gettin' yerself beat all to shit and… I can see you doin' that. Getting all up in the cows faces an' makin' 'em… I dunno, whatever the fuck ranchers do. Havin' sex in tents on mountainsides." Alec stopped to draw breath, because really it was starting to be a problem.
Eliot blinked at him slowly, smiling that wicked smile that was the reason Alec had told him he loved him. "Sounds good." he muttered, blood in his mouth making Alec balk.
"Shut up, man. Yer mockin' me. I'm holding your chest together and you still gotta be mocking me like that? I like sex in tents. It's fucking cozy." Alec's breath hitched and he blamed the shiver on the freezing winds that were whipping relentlessly around the rooftop.
"Stop crying… y' baby." Eliot said, and Alec convinced himself that the hitch in his breath was the cold making Eliot shiver too.
"After this con, you gotta help me tell Nate, man. He's gonna throw one if I pull out. I mean, this whole thing wouldn't even work without me. I run this crew. I mean… Nate runs it, but I… Y'know… It don't run without me. Or you. Especially with you." Alec looked down. "Eliot, open your eyes." he insisted. "Eliot?"