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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Leverage, Real_Person_Fiction
  Relationship:
      Eliot_Spencer/Chad_Michael_Murray
  Character:
      Eliot_Spencer, Chad_Michael_Murray, Alec_Hardison, Nathan_Ford
  Additional Tags:
      Semi-Public_Sex, Dirty_Talk, Underage_Sex, Clubbing
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-07-06 Words: 7083
****** Ain’t Got That Swing ******
by anyothergirl415
Summary
     Considering the fuss Eliot made when Chad so much as mentioned this
     club, the last thing he honestly expected was his boyfriend knowing
     how to dance. Clearly, he’s wrong.
The scowl on Eliot’s face was as familiar as the smirk on Hardison’s and Chad
lifted the magazine just a little higher, hoping he could continue to go
unnoticed in his observation spot across the room. He actually didn’t have to
work too hard at it, considering when Eliot and Hardison were fighting they
poured every emotion into it and the rest of the world disappeared around them.
They were like an old married couple, or however that saying went.
Currently, Hardison was digging himself into a hole and it was getting deeper
by the second.
Better him than me, Chad thought with a widening smirk, magazine held just low
enough to peer over the top.
“Look, man,” Hardison was saying and Chad reflexively braced himself. Whenever
Hardison started something like that, it usually turned out really bad. Chad
may have only been around for a few months but this was already engraved fact.
“If I need someone to grunt at it and swing around their caveman arms, I’ll
give you a call. Until then, how about we leave the genius work to the
masters?”
Chad watched the ripple of tension and agitation crawl down Eliot’s spine and
rolled his eyes. He was pretty sure Hardison pissed him off like this on
purpose. “I’ll show you fuckin’ caveman arms, you egotistical little piece of-”
“Chad! Chad, didn’t you have something you wanted to ask Eliot here about?”
Hardison’s words came out as a squeak, mainly because Eliot had him backed up
against the wall.
It was a pretty good distraction technique on Hardison’s part. Eliot instantly
stepped back, shooting Hardison a final glare before turning to give Chad a
slightly sheepish smile. Chad’s breath hitched in his chest. He still wasn’t
entirely sure how he managed to affect Eliot in this way. Sophie said it was
because Eliot didn’t want to scare Chad off by always being so intense but Chad
wasn’t so sure.
After all, Eliot being the legendary badass fighter was kind of how Chad and he
had ended up together in the first place. But that was another story.
Now, Eliot was looking at him expectantly and Hardison was pleading with his
eyes. Something like - oh please god, distract him, Chad, and I promise to
upgrade your iPhone 4, free of charge. Chad would definitely be holding the
techno geek to that silent promise.
“I want to go dancing,” Chad declared, dropping the magazine onto his lap and
grinning up at his boyfriend.
The room fell into a shocked silence, as if Chad had just declared he wanted to
join a missionary group and spend his life helping raising parentless children
in Uganda. Actually… that might have gone over better than this.
“Dancing?” Hardison was the first to question Chad’s obvious turn into
insanity. “Like… what? At a swing club?”
Chad’s brows rose, a disbelieving snort falling from him as he stood from his
armchair. “A swing club? What are you, fifty?”
At this at least Eliot managed a laugh as well, but there was still a strong
current of whatever emotion Chad’s request had sparked up in him. Chad thought
it looked maybe a little something like panic. It was probably really hilarious
that he could scare the infamous Eliot Spencer, but it truthfully wasn’t the
first time.
“I just meant a regular club. A night club. I’ve still got that ID saying I’m
twenty-two; it’d be easy enough to get in,” Chad shrugged, leaning against
Nate’s kitchen counter and glancing over at the spiral staircase. He wasn’t
sure where the man was – Chad internally called him Boss Man but never aloud,
‘cause Nate was not amused – and he still felt a little twitchy just hanging
out in his apartment.
“And you think-” Hardison’s eyes grew wide and he looked between them, snorting
a laugh. “Hoo boy, you and Eliot, dancing in a club? Hell, Eliot in a club. Now
that’s something I’d like to see.”
Chad frowned, the flair of self-consciousness rising up in him as it always did
when he realized his idea wasn’t as awesome as he first thought. It was kind of
hard to settle into his niche when it came to this crew. After all, Hardison
was a genius, Parker was super stealthy, Sophie was otherworldly talented, Nate
was a mastermind. And Eliot… Well, Chad couldn’t possibly define him.
Not for the first time, Chad wondered how he could possibly measure up to this
group of friends, co-workers, that he’d found himself with.
“Chad?” Eliot’s voice was surprisingly soft. Sure, there was still that rough
edge that always caused the man’s words to be nearly growled, but when it came
to Chad, it was almost… gentle. “You really want to go out dancing?”
Chad’s eyes snapped up, narrowing slightly as if he could find the teasing tone
behind them. But Eliot’s soft grey gaze was only warm, questioning, and Chad
wasn’t sure why he kept waiting for the bad. Too much of his past weighing down
on him, he supposed. “With you, yeah. I just thought … it might be fun. And
different. When we go out, it’s always about cons and stuff, or just the
busywork. I’ve never been to a club before.”
“They’re not all they’re cracked up to be, kid,” Hardison grunted, the words
punctuated by a familiar clack of computer keys.
“I’m not a kid.” Chad probably didn’t make his case by pouting along with the
words but it got a little annoying to be addressed as such all the time.
“Yeah, you are,” Nate said as he entered the room, not looking up from the
paper in his grasp. “What’s he want to do now?”
“I don’t-”
“He’s trying to get Eliot to take him to a club,” Hardison filled in, laughing
once more. “Wait, hold on, still fucking hilarious.”
“A club? Do they make those for kids your age?” Nate finally looked up, half
smirking. “I mean, outside the Boy Scouts of course.”
“Oh hardy har,” Chad muttered, dipping his head down to hide the flush on his
cheeks. Eliot was still watching him, Hardison and Nate were laughing, and Chad
bit back a sigh. He knew they liked him – or, well, he was pretty sure – but
sometimes he really did feel like the child they teased him of being. “Forget
it.”
Shrugging, Chad turned and headed back across the apartment. He was going to
try and not pout, maybe just pick up his magazine once more and pretend to be
normal or something, but his steps faltered halfway there. Instead, he turned
for the door, deciding it wouldn’t be too juvenile to go and walk off his
agitation. One of these days he’d prove his worth to his friends, his new
family, but apparently that wasn’t now.
-==-
“Just fucking great, Hardison,” Eliot snapped the minute the door closed, eyes
locking on his friend in a glare.
As was expected, Hardison instantly softened. They were all kind of that way
when it came to Chad. “Ah come on, he knew I was teasing. Not my fault the
kid’s so sensitive.”
“He was serious about that?” Nate had unsurprisingly gone back to whatever con
his non-criminal mind was dreaming up but he stopped, arching a questioning
brow Eliot’s way. “He does know who you are, right?”
Alright, Eliot would be the first to admit irrational things annoyed him. But
Nate’s obvious disbelief and Hardison’s amusement were clawing at his nerves
worse than when Sophie attempted mothering them all. There was no use picking a
fight here, though. It would just be a waste of valuable energy.
Mainly because Chad was headed off who knows where, probably pretending not to
be hurt, and Eliot might be an idiot when it came to the relationship but he
was learning. So he just grunted his displeasure and turned to stalk out of the
apartment and salvage his poor boy’s fragile ego.
-==-
Chad was staring at the clothes on his side of the closet when he heard the
front door open. It brought a smile to his lips, knowing who it was, even if he
was still dealing with his slightly morose thoughts. Maybe he was only feeling
this way because he knew he’d never have any type of normal young adult
experience.
All because he’d been kicked out of his own family, caught under the wings of a
man who wanted to do nothing but harm him, and suddenly found himself rescued
by a group of people he now owed everything to. And there was Eliot, who for
some reason loved Chad, so even if his life wouldn’t ever technically be
normal, Chad couldn’t feel too awful about the entire thing.
Still…
“You know you’re more than a kid to them, right?” Eliot asked quietly from the
doorway, his voice a familiar and gentle burr sliding down Chad’s spine like
the warm wash of honey.
Swallowing thickly, Chad dropped the sleeve of the dress shirt he’d been
holding and dipped his head in a slow nod. “Yeah, I know. Just sometimes…”
“I get it. Everything’s still new, Chad.” Eliot’s voice drew closer as he
crossed the room and a moment later, a warm, slightly calloused hand was
curving around Chad’s forearm. “You got your heart set on this club thing?”
Chad wasn’t trying to fool anyone. He knew Eliot Spencer. And a club? That was
likely the last place Eliot would ever want to be. Maybe Chad could talk him
into line dancing at some country bar but Chad didn’t know the first thing
about that kind of dancing. Come to think of it, he didn’t know much about any
type of dancing, but how hard was it to sway and grind to heavy beats in a
dark, techno-colored club?
Turning to his lover – they didn’t use the word boyfriend very often, something
about Eliot finding it insufficient a term – Chad smiled and shrugged. “It’s
not that big of a deal.”
“Only, I think it is,” Eliot murmured, his voice low and quiet, intimate. It
was the tone he used with Chad when he was trying to please him, soothe him,
and Chad found it worked wonders. “You want me to take you dancing, Chad?”
At that, Eliot’s hand settled on Chad’s hip and began to sway them slowly from
side to side to silent music. Chad’s breath hitched in his chest and he bit his
lip, eyes fluttering closed, body leaning into the familiar heat of his
lover’s. “Not if you won’t like it.”
“M’sure I could grow to like it,” Eliot breathed, his lips leaving a ghost
trail along Chad’s jaw and a ripple of gooseflesh. “Get changed.”
Chad squeaked as deft fingers pinched his ass and he jumped back, eyes snapping
open wide. “What, like, now? We’re going now?”
“You got other plans tonight?” Eliot asked with a smirk and it was clear from
the look on his face that he knew Chad never wanted to be anywhere but here,
together.
“I just… well, okay.” Chad slowly allowed himself to grin, trying to wrap his
mind around the idea of this truly happening.
He didn’t care what the others teased him about, he knew the facts, and they
stood that Eliot was kind of the best. Ever.
-==-
It wasn’t often that Eliot had to dress to impress without having a clear
mental picture of what that type of outfit should be. If this were a job and he
were undercover, he’d know based on the persona he was stepping into. Or if
this was a fight, it’d be whatever was most comfortable for kicking someone’s
well deserving ass. Hell, if it were even just him and Chad going to dinner or
something, he’d know.
Now, though, he was staring at his clothes a bit helplessly and struggling not
to show it. Damn thing shouldn’t matter. Who cared if his pants made his ass
look good or his shirt was the right shade to compliment his eyes or what-the-
fuck-ever. Eliot had his man, damnit; he shouldn’t have to work so hard to make
other people not question it either.
Which was really what it came down to.
Eliot could go in jeans and a t-shirt, Chad would never make a fuss about that,
but other people would notice. And this wasn’t a job, these weren’t clients,
these were real people – younger than himself – that would see how gorgeous
Chad was and wonder why he was hanging around with some old dude.
What? Who said Eliot couldn’t have a few issues with self esteem? It happened.
Once in a while. In his head.
“I like this one,” Chad whispered as he slid around Eliot and reached into the
closet, pulling out a silk, dark blue button-down that Eliot had kind of
forgotten he owned. “Makes your eyes pop.”
Eliot’s mouth parted on a retort, but as he turned and caught the bright blue
of Chad’s earnest gaze, the words died. That was pretty common. Chad knew just
how to throw him off his game sometimes. “Alright, I’ll wear that. What are you
wearing?”
Chad grinned and pressed the shirt to Eliot’s chest until he took it then
stepped back. As he turned to his side of the closet, Eliot let his gaze roam
appreciatively down the sculpted curves of Chad’s back. He loved watching the
pull and give of muscles when Chad moved. The boy was a thousand times more
graceful than people seemed to know.
When Chad stepped back, he was tugging on a black t-shirt, and heat instantly
churned low in Eliot’s gut. The material clung to every inch of Chad, tight
enough even the soft points of the blonde’s nipples were visible. It was like
sin personified or something.
“Damn,” Eliot whistled, smirking when Chad flushed in response.
“Gotta look good for my man,” Chad all but purred, sliding up to Eliot’s side
and bringing their lips together in a too-chaste kiss.
Eliot didn’t bother pointing out that Chad always looked good.
-==-
What Chad wasn’t anticipating was the way his entire body would feel the music
pumping from the large speakers lining the far wall of the club. He had this
mental image in mind of a standard club and he supposed this fit the bill. No
overhead lights; red, blue and green strobe lights flashing in every direction
instead. A swarm of people that milled about like a herd of cattle as they
worked their way from the crowded dance floor to the bar. And the strong sent
of alcohol, sweat and a hundred different perfumes and body sprays.
The whole thing should be a little nauseating but instead, Chad’s nerves were
simply sparking and tingling. That could possibly have a lot to do with Eliot’s
hand pressed low, possessive, to the small of his back but the club had to be
at least mildly responsible. After all, Chad did want to be here. He wanted to
experience this, know what it felt like to dance in a mass of people, drink too
much and get lost in the never-ending techno beat.
And he could do all that, safely, knowing Eliot would have his back one hundred
percent of the time.
“Let’s get a drink,” he hollered over the music, lips pressed to Eliot’s ear,
but still his lover pulled back and gave him a questioning half glare.
Eliot was pretty sure the club thing wasn’t anywhere as entertaining to him as
it was to Chad. But that was okay; Eliot loved him enough to put up with it.
Giving up on trying to be heard, Chad lifted a hand and pointed to the bar. The
bouncer at the front door hadn’t even batted an eye at Chad’s fake ID but then,
with Eliot at his side, he hadn’t been all that concerned. He knew how powerful
one glare from his lover really could be.
It took an absurd amount of time to weave their way through the crowd, even
with Eliot’s intimidating build. Chad supposed in the darkness of the club his
lover’s intense glare didn’t go nearly as far as it normally would. And once
they did make it to the bar, it took even longer to get the bartender’s
attention long enough to order two beers.
As they waited for their drinks, Chad turned, propping his elbows behind him on
the bar and letting his gaze roam out over the gyrating crowd. There were so
many people it was nearly impossible to tell who was dancing with who and Chad
supposed a certain level of the thrill had to be the anonymity of it all. Who
didn’t want to occasionally get lost in a mass of bodies, grind up against
sweaty strangers you didn’t know and pretend that only pleasure existed in this
crazy, intense world.
“Wanna dance?” Chad pressed his lips to Eliot’s ear, his heart leaping at the
very suggestion of joining those grinding bodies, Eliot pressed flush up
against him.
Eliot half-grunted and lifted a shoulder, looking more than a little relieved
when the bartender returned with their drinks. Chad took his as it was offered
out and watched his lover, trying to judge just how out of his element Eliot
truly felt. It was hard to say. After all, Eliot was a pro at pretending to fit
in at places he likely never would if you knew better.
This was really all Chad’s idea and he knew his lover had agreed because when
it came to their relationship, he was a bit of a pushover. But there were
certain things Chad would only exploit so far. The last thing he wanted to do
was make his lover unhappy. Maybe coming here really hadn’t been the best
decision.
It wasn’t too late; Chad could still change his mind about this entire thing.
He’d just let Eliot finish his beer then they could get out of there. Who was
Chad kidding anyway? It wasn’t like this place was any more suited for him than
it was for Eliot.
“Hey there!”
Chad wouldn’t have even heard the call of words if they hadn’t come right at a
dip in the music – the bass thudding hard enough to shake the floor – and
nearly screamed against his ear. Tensing slightly, Chad tilted his head to the
side and sized up the man pressing too close to him, as if Eliot wasn’t right
there on his other side. Chad kind of wanted to laugh; this guy had no idea
what he was in for.
The stranger was nearly Chad’s height, broad shoulders and buzz-cropped black
hair. He had a wide smile that actually looked a bit too much like a leer and
gave off an air of smug that was nearly tangible. Even if Chad had been alone,
had never met Eliot, he never would have gone out with a guy like this one.
Really, Chad had enough assholes in his past to last him a lifetime.
Chad’s lack of an answer didn’t seem to faze Random Stranger, since he merely
slid closer and let his arm wrap around Chad’s middle, lips pressing against
his ear until all Chad could feel was uncomfortable, wet heat. “Why don’t you
ditch the bodyguard and let me show how a real man can move?”
Something cold slithered down Chad’s spine, his shoulders instantly tensed and
his stomach twisted. This was all part of his past too, the things once done to
him, that kept Chad frozen in spot when all he wanted to do was lash out. How
dare this man touch him? How dare he dismiss Eliot so easily? Who the hell did
he think he was?
Thankfully, Chad didn’t have to fight against the cool tendrils of fear snaking
through his veins, because Eliot was moving in a flash; his fingers gripped
hard around the man’s forearm and twisted until he was suddenly pressed, hard,
flat against the bar top. Eliot was smart enough to move away just as quickly,
before they could attract too much attention, but Chad didn’t miss the knee
Eliot landed just beside the guy’s groin.
“Don’t you fuckin’ touch my partner,” Eliot growled, somehow perfectly audible
even with the music continuing ear-splittingly loud in the background.
“S-sorry, man. I didn’t-”
They didn’t stick around to hear what the man had to say for himself, which
Chad was kind of grateful for. In the next beat, Eliot’s arm was looped around
his middle and dragging Chad through the crowd to a nearly empty wall on the
far side of the club. It was all shadows there, the darkness playing games with
Chad’s vision until he stabilized and realized it was really the unwanted touch
of the stranger that had thrown him so much.
Eliot’s fingers were running soothingly along Chad’s jaw, his eyes fixed hard
and narrowed on him as if he was trying to read Chad’s mind. Which… might well
have been. Eliot’s fingers slid back to curve around Chad’s skull through his
hair and dragged him forward, speaking against Chad’s ear. “You okay? Shoulda
kicked that fuckin’ douche’s ass right outta here.”
Now that the tight, panicky feeling was gone, the only race of his heart coming
from Eliot being so close, Chad could actually laugh softly at the situation.
It wasn’t as if the man was trying to hurt him. He’d just made the wrong
assumption, thinking he could pick up Chad and that Eliot wasn’t any type of
threat at all. People might deem Eliot harmless at first sight, but they
usually learned their lesson pretty damn quick.
“I’m fine,” Chad murmured against Eliot’s ear, stroking his fingers soothingly
through the wavy, dark hair he loved so much. “Can’t help it if I’m hot stuff.
Everyone wants me.”
Chad could feel Eliot’s answering laugh with the shake of his chest, their
bodies pressed tightly together in the dark of the club. It sent Chad’s heart
straight into racing once more, in the best way, and he curled his fingers
tighter in thick hair.
“Let’s dance,” Eliot growled against Chad’s ear. There really couldn’t be a
better request – or, demand, really; Eliot didn’t so much do requests.
Strong fingers curled over Chad’s hips and tugged, leading him from the shadows
of the back wall and dragging him out onto the overpopulated dance floor. The
ground was shaking beneath Chad’s feet and he smiled slowly, shifting to turn
in Eliot’s arms. But his lover held him in place, dragging him flush against
the front of his body. Chad’s breath caught in his chest as Eliot’s hips rocked
hard against his ass.
Eliot wasn’t all that big on public displays of affection; it was a fact Chad
had long since adjusted to. They didn’t hold hands in public, hardly ever
hugged even in front of just the group, and Chad had learned to live for and
savor each little brush of shoulders or knees under the table. So this? Chad
was completely reeling.
Determined fingers dug hard, molding denim against sharp hipbones as Eliot
easily manipulated Chad against his body. If you had asked Chad even hours
before if his lover knew how to dance, Chad likely would have laughed for a
long time before calming down enough to mutter a no fucking way.
Apparently that wasn’t the case.
Eliot worked his body easily, rolling Chad’s hips back in a slow grind that
matched the steady thump, thump, thump pounding through the speakers, shaking
the club walls. People were moving constantly around them, knocking into Chad’s
side, causing him to sway harder for a moment until Eliot’s arm slid like a
vice across his midsection.
Chad was having trouble catching his breath. Whether that was because of the
stuffy, overcrowded dance floor, the heavy heat pressing down against his chest
or Eliot’s obvious arousal grinding against his ass, he wasn’t sure. In Chad’s
short time on this planet he’d never experimented with any type of drugs – had
actually only been drunk twice, one of which was the Christmas party with the
crew a few months before – but he thought this feeling was a lot like what
being stoned would feel like.
Even though his skin already felt overheated and damp with sweat, Chad felt the
burn of Eliot’s calloused fingers working under his shirt, ghosting across his
abs. To be touched like this, in public, was enough to send a shiver across
Chad’s shoulders. He kept his eyes closed and let his head fall back onto
Eliot’s shoulder, slumping against his lover’s body until the man had no choice
but to hold him up.
Like usual, Eliot had no problem supporting Chad in whatever way that might
mean. Now it only caused his hips to roll harder, until his cock was basically
tracing the crack of Chad’s ass through two layers of denim. Chad was instantly
relieved for the press of bodies and the dark lighting, because what they were
doing? It might possibly be illegal. Eliot was nearly dry humping him on the
dance floor.
Peeking his eyes open, Chad took a moment to look around at the nearest people
and swallowed a snort of laughter. No matter how shamelessly Eliot might be
grinding up against him, they weren’t even close to the most affectionate
couples on the dance floor.
Something flared in Chad, and quite suddenly, he wanted to be. He wanted to lay
his claim open on Eliot, so everyone would see them and just know. Eliot
belonged to Chad, and Chad belonged to him in return. Part of Chad wanted to
climb up on a speaker and scream about that, because showing Eliot off was the
one thing he wanted to do most.
Thankfully, Chad wasn’t stupid enough to do that. Eliot might be basically
thrusting against his ass but there were hundreds of people around them, the
lights were low, and no one was paying them any mind. Eliot might also be
overcompensating a bit after the incident with the random guy at the bar, but
Chad was okay with that, a possessive and jealous Eliot was often pretty damn
hot.
“You know what I want?” Eliot’s voice was a deep growl against Chad’s ear, the
air hot and moist, and Chad’s hips jerked forward on reflex.
He was suddenly achingly hard in his jeans, his cock pressing near painfully
tight against his zipper. Chad kept his eyes closed because the way his body
was swaying? He was a little concerned that he might literally pass out - Eliot
was that good.
“What?” he managed to croak, though he highly doubted Eliot could actually hear
it.
Whether Eliot heard him or not, it was only moments before his lover spoke
again. “Wanna find a nice, dark spot and fuck you. Right here. Right up against
a wall. I’ll even keep my hand over your mouth so no one knows just how much I
can make you scream.”
Chad moaned, low and deep enough that even he couldn’t hear it over the swell
of music. He was pretty sure Eliot wasn’t going to have to cover his mouth, no
one would hear him, but the idea was pretty hot so he didn’t point it out.
Instead, he rolled his hips back against Eliot’s cock, using the slow swivel
movement he’d perfected over the last few months. Chad was nothing short of an
enthusiast for their sex life.
The songs continued to shift, one beat and melody shifting and transforming
into another seamlessly, and Chad got lost in every single little thing:
Eliot’s fingers ghosting over his overheated flesh, his breath a weird sort of
cool beneath his ear, the hard line of his cock nearly shaping every inch of
his ass. Chad had no idea how much time had passed but it didn’t seem like near
enough, or it seemed like too long because Eliot had made a declaration of his
want and Chad was very much on board.
Just as Chad was beginning to squirm a little too much - there was only so much
aching, hard cock rubbing against too tight jeans a person could take - the
heat of Eliot’s body was suddenly gone. Chad stumbled back, the intense loss
enough to make him nearly dizzy. But familiar, firm fingers curled around his
wrist and Chad was spun, pulled hard through the tightly pressed crowd.
If it wasn’t for Eliot’s fingers anchoring him in place, Chad was absolutely
sure the mass of dancing bodies would have swept him up and tugged him away. As
it was, he was being knocked against on nearly all sides, rubbing up against
people in some ways that made him feel a little dirty in the aftermath.
Chad was just about to comment on the fact, when they’d finally made their way
through the crowd, but one sharp tug from Eliot and he suddenly found himself
pressed up against his lover’s chest. Their lips came together in a hard
collide, all rough edges and sharp slides as Eliot’s fingers dug up into his
hair and tugged his head back. Chad felt the sharp pull like fingers stroking
over his cock and he moaned into the kiss, pressing hard and desperately up
against Eliot.
They stumbled back. Chad didn’t bother trying to determine where they were
going, allowing Eliot to take charge of the situation as he normally would.
Instead, he focused on sucking his lover’s tongue hard into his mouth and
working his fingers under the soft silk of Eliot’s shirt. Like always, his
lover’s taste was intoxicating; the hint of beer, the spice lingering from
their dinner earlier, and something a little dark and musky that never had a
name but left Chad reeling and senseless.
Something hard smacked against Chad’s shoulder and he groaned, pulling back
from the kiss and blinking blearily through the half-light. The bathroom door
was swinging shut behind him as Eliot dragged him over slightly sticky tiles
and Chad’s lips pursed in a frown. He was maybe a little slow when he was so
turned on, because it seemed like a really lame time for Eliot to have to take
a piss.
“What are we-”
“Chad.” Eliot paused for a moment, turning enough to shoot Chad a look that
clearly said are you fucking kidding me?
And yeah, all the blood was definitely rushing between Chad’s legs because he
really just… did not get it. Until Eliot rolled his eyes and continued to drag
Chad across the mercifully empty bathroom, kicking opening a stall and shoving
him inside. Then a surprising amount of blood crawled up to heat his cheeks as
he realized what was about to happen.
Apparently, Eliot hadn’t been lying about fucking him right here.
“Oh,” he breathed, swallowing thickly. He had just enough time to brace himself
before Eliot had him pinned against the wall, mouth slanting over Chad’s in a
hard kiss that was just the right side of needy.
Eliot swallowed up his moan, his tongue thrusting between Chad’s lips to sweep
over every inch of his mouth. Whenever his lover kissed him like this, Chad
felt oddly too exposed, like Eliot was trying to touch and taste every inch of
him. It always left him reeling, open and vulnerable in a way that would
normally break him down. But with Eliot? He would happily expose all of
himself.
“Oh god,” Chad gasped, head falling back against the wall as Eliot’s lips
descended upon his jaw, sliding down his neck. The soft drag of teeth over his
neck had Chad’s hips thrusting forward and he vaguely wondered if he’d even
make it to the actual fucking at this pace. It felt like he’d been desperately
hard and wanting for a lifetime. “Please,” he whispered, scraping his nails
through Eliot’s hair as his body arched up to grind against radiating heat.
“Always so impatient,” Eliot chuckled roughly and pulled back enough to spin
Chad, pressing him flat against the wall and instantly crowding up into his
space. They were as tightly pressed as they’d been on the dance floor, and Chad
was fairly certain he only managed to stay standing because Eliot had him
trapped.
He’d had no idea what his simple suggestion would lead to, but Chad was going
to insist they go dancing at least once a week from now on.
“Gonna stay nice and quiet for me?” Eliot growled against his ear, his fingers
curling and shifting to free the button on Chad’s jeans and drag the zipper
swiftly down. “Wouldn’t want to get interrupted before the good stuff.”
Chad snorted a laugh and rolled his eyes. “The good stuff? Really?”
Eliot paused halfway through sliding his hand down the back of Chad’s jeans and
nipped at his neck beneath his ear. “You wanna push me? ‘Cause I can just take
care of myself and make you wait until we get home.”
Biting down on his lip, Chad rolled his ass back to slide hard over Eliot’s
hard-on and slowly shook his head. “I’ll be quiet. Please, please, Eliot. I
need you.”
The softest of moans fell from his lover, the only sign that his own balance of
control was just as shaky. Chad knew he got under Eliot’s skin and sometimes it
was like a game, to see just how much he could push before Eliot snapped. Now
wasn’t really the time for that.
In the next beat, Eliot’s actions snapped into overtime, the sexual tension
finally shattering with the squeak of the bathroom door opening. Chad’s teeth
dug hard into his bottom lip as he listened to the men chatting loudly over the
only slightly muffled sound of music outside the bathroom, listened to the sink
turning on drowning out the flush of a urinal, and shuddered with the slow rub
of Eliot’s slick fingertip over his entrance. The weird combination was enough
to make everything in him twist up with a flare of wrong and oh-so-hot.
Then Chad couldn’t think about anything more because Eliot was shoving his
jeans and boxers down, low enough so Chad could spread his legs, and two long
fingers were sliding swiftly up into already loose muscle. They had a pretty
healthy sex life but it wasn’t like Eliot carried around bottles of lube,
normally, so Chad had to smirk at the idea that Eliot had clearly been planning
this.
Maybe being hesitant about going to a club wasn’t about the dancing at all.
Maybe Eliot had simply known he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off Chad
once they were there.
“My good baby,” Eliot practically purred against his ear when the bathroom door
had squeaked once more and the men’s voices had faded away. “Knew you could
stay quiet.”
It was Eliot’s way of teasing him, using silly little pet names like baby, but
Chad didn’t care. Especially not now, when his lover was quickly stretching him
open in between grinding the hard press of denim into his ass. Chad was pretty
sure he’d be okay with Eliot saying whatever the hell he wanted to at that
moment, as long as it ended up with them fucking. Like, right the fuck now.
“Eliot,” Chad pleaded through a whisper, hips canting hard down onto three
fingers. “Need…”
Chad didn’t need to say anymore, which was a relief because just then Eliot’s
fingers were sweeping in a slow roll over his prostate and it took all of
Chad’s self-control to keep from calling out. Like so many other things in
life, Eliot knew just what buttons to push, knew just how to drive the
intensity of a moment up a notch or two. Or a million. Chad was pretty sure he
was about to lose his mind.
Then the fingers were drawing back along with the heat of Eliot’s body,
bringing a soft whimper to Chad’s lips. There was something to be said about
wanting your lover so intensely, missing them the moment the heat of them was
no longer there. Chad thought it might be something like love, but he
occasionally worried he was too young to really get those kinds of feelings.
A few moments later, Eliot was once more pressed up against his back,
thankfully ceasing the internal dialogue Chad was losing himself to. There was
nothing quite as good as that first moment Eliot thrust into him, and Chad
curled his fingers into tight fists, biting down once more on his lip. This was
going to be the part where he truly struggled to stay quiet, because Eliot was
quite good at knowing how to make him scream.
For a lingering moment, he felt the blunt head of Eliot’s cock at his entrance
and Chad braced himself, eyes falling closed. Just as Eliot thrust in with one
swift, forward arch, his fingers came up and clamped over Chad’s mouth,
muffling the too loud moan that had risen up in him out of his control.
Chad shook in Eliot’s arms, body bent back into his lover, muscles clenched
tightly around the throbbing pulse of his lover. The music on the other side of
the wall sounded fuzzy and distant, like they’d somehow left this plane of
existence altogether, and Chad willed his crazy thoughts to stop because his
brain was sometimes really too much for him.
As if Eliot could read his mind, the man didn’t give him long to let any more
thought patterns blossom. Instead, he kept his hold tight over Chad’s mouth and
pulled his hips back, hovering just on the ring of tight muscle then thrusting
forward, hard and sharp, arm tightening to keep Chad from careening into the
bathroom wall.
Chad’s hands lifted and slapped hard against the cool cement, his body still,
allowing Eliot to control the tortuously slow slide of hips back, then forward.
Each time he withdrew, Chad felt the loss like an ache, too empty, too cool,
and it seemed like a lifetime until Eliot was snapping home once more, driving
up until Chad could held him from base to tip. The fourth thrust forward landed
right against Chad’s prostate and not even Eliot’s fingers over his lips could
completely cut off the shout of pleasure that hummed through him.
Once more, the bathroom door squeaked, shoes echoing on the tile as people
entered, and Chad held his breath. For just a beat, Eliot paused, lingering
with the head of his cock rubbing slow and hard against Chad’s prostate. Then
his lover snapped into motion once more, this time bending Chad toward the wall
and curling a hand possessively over his hip, the other still held tightly over
Chad’s lips.
Eliot’s thrusts took on a frantic, rough pace, each stopping just short of
their bodies colliding together with the slap of skin. It wasn’t the first time
Eliot had kept Chad from making noises doing sex, but this was the most silent
they’d ever been. Chad was distinctly aware of the other men in the bathroom,
knowing they were feet away, and it only made his heart race more, his blood
pounding so loudly in his ears he wondered how it was the men couldn’t hear
that at least.
This had never seemed like something that would be hot to Chad but now the
pleasure of it was enough to make him feel delirious. Eliot was fucking sharp,
quick thrusts, over and over into his body with the smooth roll of his hips
that dragged his cock along Chad’s prostate each time. All of Chad’s nerves
were sparking, flaring across his skin and vision and weakening his knees.
When the bathroom door was opened and closed once more, Eliot released his grip
on Chad’s mouth and his lips parted on a moan, hips thrusting hard back to meet
the forward motion of his lover’s. “So-so close,” Chad panted heavily, nails
scraping over the bathroom wall. “Please, please, oh god, Eliot, please.”
“Fuck, Chad,” Eliot growled, his thrust taking on a nearly blinding speed. And,
like he so often did when they were together, his fingers counteracted the hard
thrusts by stroking near-soothingly through Chad’s hair. It was so oddly
tender, sweet, so different from the sure to be bruising quality of his thrusts
that Chad shuddered and let go.
His orgasm tore through, curling up from his toes, along the base of his spine,
rippling pleasure through every inch of Chad. He bit down on his tongue to keep
from screaming, surprised that he managed with only the slightest of moans. His
forehead rolled against the pleasant cool of the cement wall and Chad was
fairly sure it had been a long time since he came with such a level of
intensity.
At some time, Eliot came. Chad was only aware after the fact, when he could
feel Eliot’s come slick and burning and filling him, Eliot’s breath hot and
moist along the back of his neck. His lover was practically slumped against
him, his arm a secure vice around his middle that kept Chad from crushing into
the bathroom wall. Every part of Chad was nearly shaking, soft tremors of
pleasure rippling like waves through him.
“Jesus,” Chad finally whispered, not sure how much time had passed. Not really
caring.
“Mmhmm,” Eliot murmured and slowly pulled back, withdrawing from Chad and
straightening up. “Can you walk?”
Chad huffed a laugh, intending on telling Eliot to fuck off or something witty
like that, but as he straightened up, he swayed dangerously to the side and his
smile wavered. “Uh, I think so. Maybe. That was really hot.”
Eliot laughed quietly and bent to help Chad tug his jeans up. “Mighta got a
little possessive. You good?”
“Fucking better than,” Chad muttered, leaning gratefully against Eliot’s body.
He tended to swear more than usual when Eliot fucked him senseless. “Can we go
dancing again sometime?”
Eliot’s brow arched as he did up Chad’s jeans. “Anyone ever tell you, you’re a
bit of an exhibitionist?”
Chad coughed and lifted his shoulder in a shrug. “Says the guy who nearly
fucked me on the dance floor.”
A half growl, half laugh fell from Eliot as he hooked his arm around Chad’s
shoulder and dragged him from the bathroom. “You tell Hardison about any of
this and I’ll make you go shopping with Sophie next time she preps outfits for
a con.”
Chad shuddered at the thought alone. “It’ll be our secret.”
Chad was pretty sure he had the best life ever.
~End
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