Fic: Enzian..., Crossover Leverage/A:tS, NC-17
Written for
merry_gentry 's prompt "Drunken making out" over at comment_fic .
Title: Enzian, sleep deprivation and how they go together
Author: elebridith
Rating: NC-17, just to be on the safe side
Genre: Slash, Crossover Angel/Leverage
Pairing: Lindsey/Eliot
Summary: Eliot is tired. Lindsey is drunk. And his ideas are good...
Disclaimer: Not mine, no one, nothing of it. Just playing.
Un-beta'd, un-southernified.
A/N: Enzian is a liquor, strong and a little bitter. Has about 38 % alcohol (Jack Daniels has 40 %) and is said to help if you have an upset stomach. Tried it once. Eeeeevil stuff!!!
Eliot frowned as his cell phone began to ring. He had switched it on as soon as he had left the airport, and had just put it back in his pocket as he heard the ringing. He frowned again as he saw the caller ID. "Hardison? What's goin' on? I just arrived, man!"
Alec's voice sounded apologetic. "I was hoping to catch you before you get into a cab. Can you, uh, drop by on your way home?"
Eliot narrowed his eyes. "Hardison? What's wrong?"
Alec sounded now clearly uncomfortable. "Not exactly wrong, but..." There was a slight pause, and Eliot almost sneered into the phone. "Hardison? Waiting!"
He was answered by a sigh. "Uh... you'd have to pick up Lindsey from the office."
Anger vanished and changed into concern. "Lindsey? What happened? Did it get worse? Is he okay?"
"No no no, he's quite all right, he's just, um, drunk. Just passed out on the couch, actually. After he sang about twenty verses of "Home on the Range" on the way here."
Eliot stared at his phone with a sudden urge to strangle someone. "I'll be there in a few," he snapped and switched the phone off before Alec could say anything more.
***
Eliot stared at Nathan and was clearly seething. The others had taken one look at him and had carefully backed off, leaving the two of them alone.
Eliot could barely control his voice. "Nate, ya better give me one. Good. Reason." He pointed an accusing finger at Nathan. "He was sick, for fuck's sake! Down with a stomach bug for a whole week and he still wasn't over it when I left! Means he hasn't eaten properly for, oh, I don't know how long and he's still on medication! And ya send him out on a fuckin' job? Where he gets to drink?" He threw a half-angry, half-concerned look at the couch where Lindsey was curled up, sleeping soundly. Then he turned his attention back to Nate who took a deep breath, looked sternly and started to speak before Eliot could rant on.
"Eliot, give it a break, okay? He showed up here, said he felt okay and that he was bored. And I thought it would be an easy task, just distracting the lady long enough for the others to do their job. He wanted to do something, Eliot! You of all people should know how... persistent he can be."
Eliot huffed out a hesitant laugh. "Pain in the ass. You can say it, Nate." He grinned, anger subsiding. "Yeah, I know. Sorry. But..." He shook his head. "Couldn't you pull him out as soon as the distraction included... whatever knocked him out here?"
Nate looked a little embarrassed. "Yeah. Maybe I should have. Honestly? I heard their conversation over the earphones and I didn't realize that they were drinking strong stuff until... well." He gestured wordlessly over to Lindsey's sleeping form. "We took him here because he would've been alone at your place."
Eliot's eyebrows shot up. "So... what was the stuff, then?"
Nate shrugged. "Something called... Enzian? I think it's some weird cocktail, didn't see it."
Eliot's eyes widened. "He had... Enzian? How many?"
Nate shrugged again. "Don't know exactly. Two? Three?"
Eliot groaned and rubbed his temples. "Oh shit. On an empty stomach. Might as well have downed Jacks. Great." He looked up. "I'll take him home now. Don't expect us tomorrow, 'kay?" He glared at Nate, expecting a protest and actually looking surprised as none came.
Nate just nodded. "Yeah. I really should've said no, but..."
Eliot sighed. "I know. Can ya help me get him on his feet?"
***
Thankfully Lindsey was more or less asleep during the cab-ride home. The promise of a generous tip convinced the driver to carry Eliot's bags to the elevator while Eliot hauled a drowsy Lindsey out of the cab. "Come on, Linds. Almost there. Move your feet, 'kay?"
The cold rush of air outside the cab seemed to wake him up a little. Lindsey looked a little puzzled at first, then studied the face in front of him and began to grin happily. "'liot. Hello darlin', long time no see!" His voice slurred and Eliot had to grab his arm quickly as Lindsey made a surprised noise and lost the little balance he had gained before. One of Eliot's death glares stopped the cab driver from grinning and after paying him off Eliot somehow managed to drag both Lindsey and his bags in and out of the elevator. He let out a relieved sigh as they were inside the apartment. The bags landed in some corner and he maneuvered Lindsey over to a chair. He studied his face, still a little worried. "Linds? How ya feelin'?"
Lindsey blinked, pondered the thought for a moment and then smiled brightly. "'m good. How's you?" He tilted his head and looked curious.
Eliot had to grin despite his concern. "Yeah. 'm good too. So you're not gonna throw up on me? That's one thing. Stay there, I'll get ya something to drink." He saw Lindsey's eyes light up and shook his head. "No. Not what you think." He went over to the kitchen and returned with a big glass of water. Lindsey's face fell and Eliot scowled. "Won't help ya all getting cute an' pouty on me. You'll thank me in the morning. Dehydration's a bitch. Now drink."
Lindsey's eyes widened at the firm tone of Eliot's voice and he clumsily grabbed the glass. When Eliot was sure that he was really emptying it, he quickly grabbed his bags and pulled them in the living room. As he returned, he found that Lindsey had dutifully drunk all of the water and then had dozed off. He chuckled to himself, put a hand on Lindsey's shoulder and shook him gently. "Linds? Come on. Best you sleep this off now, huh? Let's get you to bed."
Lindsey managed to stand up on his own. He tilted his head, looked at Eliot and grinned broadly. "Bed? Huh. Good plan. Smart." His words were still a barely understandable slurry drawl and Eliot resignedly shook his head. "Sheesh. Thought you were smart enough to keep away -" He broke the sentence off as Lindsey reached out and petted his hair.
"Pretty. Pretty hair." Lindsey grinned even broader, looking like he had just discovered a treasure.
Eliot closed his eyes for a moment and sighed inwardly. Concern was now mixed with a hint of impatience. "Linds? Sleep. Now. 'm fuckin' tired and you need to wear that off. Now, can you walk to the bedroom or do I have to carry you?"
The words were out before he realize that this might not have been the best way of phrasing it. Lindsey beamed and made a delighted and slightly silly-sounding noise. Eliot did a step back and raised his hands. "Oh no. I ain't gonna..."
He didn't get further. Lindsey threw his arms around Eliot's neck and hopped into his arms, wrapping his legs around Eliot's waist. Eliot almost lost his balance and stumbled a few steps backwards before he caught himself again. He groaned. "Linds, baby, this is ridiculous. Get down. Now."
Lindsey pouted, shook his head and clung even tighter. "Nuh-uh. Carry. Nice." He burrowed his face in Eliot's hair. "Pretty."
Eliot exhaled slowly and decided not to get into an argument. He staggered to the bedroom and dropped his human load quite unceremoniously on the bed. "There. Happy now?" It earned him another wide grin and a nod. He had to chuckle. "Well, thank God. Now, get outta those clothes. You ain't gonna sleep in those." He waited until Lindsey reluctantly began to fumble with his shirt and then quickly stripped down to his boxers.
As he looked at the bed again Lindsey had taken off his shirt and had somehow managed to get rid of his boots, but made no move to take off the rest. Instead he had spread himself out on the bed and was propped up on his elbows. He followed Eliot's movements with an earnest look of concentration on his face that in a sober state he might have given a good documentary on TV. Eliot flopped down on the bed next to him and gave him a questioning look. "Linds? What is it?"
Lindsey stared at him and crunched his nose. "Ya have to fix the bed. 's broken. 's moving around when I close my eyes. That's wrong."
Eliot gaped for a moment and then had to stifle a laughter. He nodded and tried to mimic Lindsey's completely serious tone of voice. "Sure. I'll do it first thing in the morning, 'kay?"
Lindsey nodded hesitantly and opened his mouth. Out came a hiccups, followed by a giggle. Eliot closed his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose, not knowing if he should laugh or hide under the pillow. Giggle. Just great. Alcohol on empty stomach plus antibiotics equals giggly Lindsey. Good to know. He decided to be amused by it and opened his eyes again, just in time to see a movement to his left which turned out to be a surprisingly fast Lindsey throwing himself on top of Eliot. Before he could make a move or utter some form of protest Lindsey ran his fingers through Eliot's hair and made an approving noise. "Pretty."
Eliot sighed, still amused but also slightly desperate. "Yeah. Said that already."
Lindsey nodded enthusiastically. "Pretty. Pretty Eliot." He lowered his head and began to nuzzle Eliot's neck.
Eliot groaned. His body began to react to the nearness of Lindsey's body and to the hands that had now begun to wander over his naked chest. Nevertheless he was still struggling with a whole bunch of hours of sleep deprivation. Given the choice between making out with a very drunk and giggly Lindsey and the tempting comfort of pillows and a sheet, his head tended to chose the pillows. His body had other ideas, though.
"Linds... uhh... really appreciate the idea, but..." The last part of the sentence drowned out in a moan as Lindsey's mouth found the base of his throat and sucked gently on the soft skin. Eliot half-heartedly cursed the fact that Lindsey did not remember that it absolutely wasn't allowed to call Eliot pretty, but on the other hand could still find all of Eliot's surefire sensitive spots even drunk off his ass.
Lindsey lifted his head, looking very pleased with the result of his actions. He gave Eliot a smug smile and nuzzled his neck again. "Mmmh. Ya smell good." He licked the side of Eliot's neck and Eliot had to laugh. "Nah. Spent a bunch of hours at airports an' in a crammed plane. Surely ain't smellin' like roses here."
He moaned again as Lindsey wriggled his hips. The smug smile on Lindsey's face widened as he obviously could feel Eliot's growing erection even through his jeans. His hands started wandering over Eliot's body again and he began kissing his jaw.
Eliot's head fell back. The idea of sleeping began to lose its appeal rapidly. Lindsey had now practically melted all over him and seemed determined to pet and caress every inch of skin on Eliot's body he could reach. His movements were a lot clumsier than usual, but since they also added delicious pressure to Eliot's now fully hard cock he really didn't mind.
"Mmh. Comfy."
What? Eliot blinked as the word purred in his ear. Through the haze of arousal he tried to process what he had just heard. Comfy...? Then he realized that the feel of Lindsey's body on top of him had gone from "pleasantly pliant and mellow" to "dead weight". And the moving hands had stopped all of a sudden. He lifted his head a little, took a look at Lindsey's face and let out a frustrated groan. "You gotta be kiddin' me."
Eliot knew now that "comfy" was a word he never wanted to hear again while making out with his boyfriend. Ever again. Because it meant that Lindsey had fallen asleep the very moment after he had mumbled it. He was now draped over Eliot's body, face snuggled against his shoulder and snoring softly. Eliot groaned again and repeated "You gotta be kiddin'!" a little louder this time, but Lindsey slept on, blissfully unaware of Eliot's frustration.
Eliot exhaled forcefully before he wriggled himself free and pushed Lindsey to his side of the bed. Narrowing his eyes, he considered briefly a petty revenge in form of pillow-stealing, but then he sighed and got up. The excuse of Lindsey having been sick still counted, after all. Eliot padded around the bed, pulled Lindsey's sleeping form completely on the right half (perhaps with just a little more force than necessary) and pulled the sheets over him. After making sure that there was enough water on the bedside table he slid back under his own sheets. Sleep deprivation and exhaustion now came back with a vengeance and they easily won the fight against the still-lingering arousal.
Wait 'til I tell ya tomorrow that you called me pretty. With this somehow satisfying thought Eliot curled up and fell asleep immediately.
merry_gentry 's prompt "Drunken making out" over at comment_fic .
Title: Enzian, sleep deprivation and how they go together
Author: elebridith
Rating: NC-17, just to be on the safe side
Genre: Slash, Crossover Angel/Leverage
Pairing: Lindsey/Eliot
Summary: Eliot is tired. Lindsey is drunk. And his ideas are good...
Disclaimer: Not mine, no one, nothing of it. Just playing.
Un-beta'd, un-southernified.
A/N: Enzian is a liquor, strong and a little bitter. Has about 38 % alcohol (Jack Daniels has 40 %) and is said to help if you have an upset stomach. Tried it once. Eeeeevil stuff!!!
Eliot frowned as his cell phone began to ring. He had switched it on as soon as he had left the airport, and had just put it back in his pocket as he heard the ringing. He frowned again as he saw the caller ID. "Hardison? What's goin' on? I just arrived, man!"
Alec's voice sounded apologetic. "I was hoping to catch you before you get into a cab. Can you, uh, drop by on your way home?"
Eliot narrowed his eyes. "Hardison? What's wrong?"
Alec sounded now clearly uncomfortable. "Not exactly wrong, but..." There was a slight pause, and Eliot almost sneered into the phone. "Hardison? Waiting!"
He was answered by a sigh. "Uh... you'd have to pick up Lindsey from the office."
Anger vanished and changed into concern. "Lindsey? What happened? Did it get worse? Is he okay?"
"No no no, he's quite all right, he's just, um, drunk. Just passed out on the couch, actually. After he sang about twenty verses of "Home on the Range" on the way here."
Eliot stared at his phone with a sudden urge to strangle someone. "I'll be there in a few," he snapped and switched the phone off before Alec could say anything more.
***
Eliot stared at Nathan and was clearly seething. The others had taken one look at him and had carefully backed off, leaving the two of them alone.
Eliot could barely control his voice. "Nate, ya better give me one. Good. Reason." He pointed an accusing finger at Nathan. "He was sick, for fuck's sake! Down with a stomach bug for a whole week and he still wasn't over it when I left! Means he hasn't eaten properly for, oh, I don't know how long and he's still on medication! And ya send him out on a fuckin' job? Where he gets to drink?" He threw a half-angry, half-concerned look at the couch where Lindsey was curled up, sleeping soundly. Then he turned his attention back to Nate who took a deep breath, looked sternly and started to speak before Eliot could rant on.
"Eliot, give it a break, okay? He showed up here, said he felt okay and that he was bored. And I thought it would be an easy task, just distracting the lady long enough for the others to do their job. He wanted to do something, Eliot! You of all people should know how... persistent he can be."
Eliot huffed out a hesitant laugh. "Pain in the ass. You can say it, Nate." He grinned, anger subsiding. "Yeah, I know. Sorry. But..." He shook his head. "Couldn't you pull him out as soon as the distraction included... whatever knocked him out here?"
Nate looked a little embarrassed. "Yeah. Maybe I should have. Honestly? I heard their conversation over the earphones and I didn't realize that they were drinking strong stuff until... well." He gestured wordlessly over to Lindsey's sleeping form. "We took him here because he would've been alone at your place."
Eliot's eyebrows shot up. "So... what was the stuff, then?"
Nate shrugged. "Something called... Enzian? I think it's some weird cocktail, didn't see it."
Eliot's eyes widened. "He had... Enzian? How many?"
Nate shrugged again. "Don't know exactly. Two? Three?"
Eliot groaned and rubbed his temples. "Oh shit. On an empty stomach. Might as well have downed Jacks. Great." He looked up. "I'll take him home now. Don't expect us tomorrow, 'kay?" He glared at Nate, expecting a protest and actually looking surprised as none came.
Nate just nodded. "Yeah. I really should've said no, but..."
Eliot sighed. "I know. Can ya help me get him on his feet?"
***
Thankfully Lindsey was more or less asleep during the cab-ride home. The promise of a generous tip convinced the driver to carry Eliot's bags to the elevator while Eliot hauled a drowsy Lindsey out of the cab. "Come on, Linds. Almost there. Move your feet, 'kay?"
The cold rush of air outside the cab seemed to wake him up a little. Lindsey looked a little puzzled at first, then studied the face in front of him and began to grin happily. "'liot. Hello darlin', long time no see!" His voice slurred and Eliot had to grab his arm quickly as Lindsey made a surprised noise and lost the little balance he had gained before. One of Eliot's death glares stopped the cab driver from grinning and after paying him off Eliot somehow managed to drag both Lindsey and his bags in and out of the elevator. He let out a relieved sigh as they were inside the apartment. The bags landed in some corner and he maneuvered Lindsey over to a chair. He studied his face, still a little worried. "Linds? How ya feelin'?"
Lindsey blinked, pondered the thought for a moment and then smiled brightly. "'m good. How's you?" He tilted his head and looked curious.
Eliot had to grin despite his concern. "Yeah. 'm good too. So you're not gonna throw up on me? That's one thing. Stay there, I'll get ya something to drink." He saw Lindsey's eyes light up and shook his head. "No. Not what you think." He went over to the kitchen and returned with a big glass of water. Lindsey's face fell and Eliot scowled. "Won't help ya all getting cute an' pouty on me. You'll thank me in the morning. Dehydration's a bitch. Now drink."
Lindsey's eyes widened at the firm tone of Eliot's voice and he clumsily grabbed the glass. When Eliot was sure that he was really emptying it, he quickly grabbed his bags and pulled them in the living room. As he returned, he found that Lindsey had dutifully drunk all of the water and then had dozed off. He chuckled to himself, put a hand on Lindsey's shoulder and shook him gently. "Linds? Come on. Best you sleep this off now, huh? Let's get you to bed."
Lindsey managed to stand up on his own. He tilted his head, looked at Eliot and grinned broadly. "Bed? Huh. Good plan. Smart." His words were still a barely understandable slurry drawl and Eliot resignedly shook his head. "Sheesh. Thought you were smart enough to keep away -" He broke the sentence off as Lindsey reached out and petted his hair.
"Pretty. Pretty hair." Lindsey grinned even broader, looking like he had just discovered a treasure.
Eliot closed his eyes for a moment and sighed inwardly. Concern was now mixed with a hint of impatience. "Linds? Sleep. Now. 'm fuckin' tired and you need to wear that off. Now, can you walk to the bedroom or do I have to carry you?"
The words were out before he realize that this might not have been the best way of phrasing it. Lindsey beamed and made a delighted and slightly silly-sounding noise. Eliot did a step back and raised his hands. "Oh no. I ain't gonna..."
He didn't get further. Lindsey threw his arms around Eliot's neck and hopped into his arms, wrapping his legs around Eliot's waist. Eliot almost lost his balance and stumbled a few steps backwards before he caught himself again. He groaned. "Linds, baby, this is ridiculous. Get down. Now."
Lindsey pouted, shook his head and clung even tighter. "Nuh-uh. Carry. Nice." He burrowed his face in Eliot's hair. "Pretty."
Eliot exhaled slowly and decided not to get into an argument. He staggered to the bedroom and dropped his human load quite unceremoniously on the bed. "There. Happy now?" It earned him another wide grin and a nod. He had to chuckle. "Well, thank God. Now, get outta those clothes. You ain't gonna sleep in those." He waited until Lindsey reluctantly began to fumble with his shirt and then quickly stripped down to his boxers.
As he looked at the bed again Lindsey had taken off his shirt and had somehow managed to get rid of his boots, but made no move to take off the rest. Instead he had spread himself out on the bed and was propped up on his elbows. He followed Eliot's movements with an earnest look of concentration on his face that in a sober state he might have given a good documentary on TV. Eliot flopped down on the bed next to him and gave him a questioning look. "Linds? What is it?"
Lindsey stared at him and crunched his nose. "Ya have to fix the bed. 's broken. 's moving around when I close my eyes. That's wrong."
Eliot gaped for a moment and then had to stifle a laughter. He nodded and tried to mimic Lindsey's completely serious tone of voice. "Sure. I'll do it first thing in the morning, 'kay?"
Lindsey nodded hesitantly and opened his mouth. Out came a hiccups, followed by a giggle. Eliot closed his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose, not knowing if he should laugh or hide under the pillow. Giggle. Just great. Alcohol on empty stomach plus antibiotics equals giggly Lindsey. Good to know. He decided to be amused by it and opened his eyes again, just in time to see a movement to his left which turned out to be a surprisingly fast Lindsey throwing himself on top of Eliot. Before he could make a move or utter some form of protest Lindsey ran his fingers through Eliot's hair and made an approving noise. "Pretty."
Eliot sighed, still amused but also slightly desperate. "Yeah. Said that already."
Lindsey nodded enthusiastically. "Pretty. Pretty Eliot." He lowered his head and began to nuzzle Eliot's neck.
Eliot groaned. His body began to react to the nearness of Lindsey's body and to the hands that had now begun to wander over his naked chest. Nevertheless he was still struggling with a whole bunch of hours of sleep deprivation. Given the choice between making out with a very drunk and giggly Lindsey and the tempting comfort of pillows and a sheet, his head tended to chose the pillows. His body had other ideas, though.
"Linds... uhh... really appreciate the idea, but..." The last part of the sentence drowned out in a moan as Lindsey's mouth found the base of his throat and sucked gently on the soft skin. Eliot half-heartedly cursed the fact that Lindsey did not remember that it absolutely wasn't allowed to call Eliot pretty, but on the other hand could still find all of Eliot's surefire sensitive spots even drunk off his ass.
Lindsey lifted his head, looking very pleased with the result of his actions. He gave Eliot a smug smile and nuzzled his neck again. "Mmmh. Ya smell good." He licked the side of Eliot's neck and Eliot had to laugh. "Nah. Spent a bunch of hours at airports an' in a crammed plane. Surely ain't smellin' like roses here."
He moaned again as Lindsey wriggled his hips. The smug smile on Lindsey's face widened as he obviously could feel Eliot's growing erection even through his jeans. His hands started wandering over Eliot's body again and he began kissing his jaw.
Eliot's head fell back. The idea of sleeping began to lose its appeal rapidly. Lindsey had now practically melted all over him and seemed determined to pet and caress every inch of skin on Eliot's body he could reach. His movements were a lot clumsier than usual, but since they also added delicious pressure to Eliot's now fully hard cock he really didn't mind.
"Mmh. Comfy."
What? Eliot blinked as the word purred in his ear. Through the haze of arousal he tried to process what he had just heard. Comfy...? Then he realized that the feel of Lindsey's body on top of him had gone from "pleasantly pliant and mellow" to "dead weight". And the moving hands had stopped all of a sudden. He lifted his head a little, took a look at Lindsey's face and let out a frustrated groan. "You gotta be kiddin' me."
Eliot knew now that "comfy" was a word he never wanted to hear again while making out with his boyfriend. Ever again. Because it meant that Lindsey had fallen asleep the very moment after he had mumbled it. He was now draped over Eliot's body, face snuggled against his shoulder and snoring softly. Eliot groaned again and repeated "You gotta be kiddin'!" a little louder this time, but Lindsey slept on, blissfully unaware of Eliot's frustration.
Eliot exhaled forcefully before he wriggled himself free and pushed Lindsey to his side of the bed. Narrowing his eyes, he considered briefly a petty revenge in form of pillow-stealing, but then he sighed and got up. The excuse of Lindsey having been sick still counted, after all. Eliot padded around the bed, pulled Lindsey's sleeping form completely on the right half (perhaps with just a little more force than necessary) and pulled the sheets over him. After making sure that there was enough water on the bedside table he slid back under his own sheets. Sleep deprivation and exhaustion now came back with a vengeance and they easily won the fight against the still-lingering arousal.
Wait 'til I tell ya tomorrow that you called me pretty. With this somehow satisfying thought Eliot curled up and fell asleep immediately.