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Title: First Time for Everything
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Nate/Eliot
Word Count: 1362
Summary: Another Time Stamp Meme fic, this time for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
havenward, who wanted a follow on to "Unfinished Business" with the sex. So this is that. The first time Nate and Eliot get to the sexing.
A/Ns & Warnings: First time blow jobs, some awkwardness, lots of schmoopiness. Sober!Nate.
They don't plan for it, because that's just not the way it's going to work for them. There's just a job and when it's over, Eliot's worked up and Nate's worn out and there's a suite overlooking the Vegas strip that's paid up until the end of the week, and when Nate flops onto the couch, his legs all askew, his hair disheveled, Eliot just decides.
It's been almost eight months since he came back. Almost eight months of innuendo and late nights pointedly not touching one another. Almost eight months of middle of the night phone calls when Nate could reach Ronnie, of sitting by his side watching stupid ass movies because Nate didn't want to be alone. Almost eight months of tiny kisses on the cheek, the forehead, almost innocent flirtation that was driving Eliot insane.
Eliot doesn't ask, doesn't say anything, just starts pulling his clothes off as Nate watches in a sort of detached amusement. Eliot gets all the way down to his underwear before Nate even moves, wiping a hand over his face.
Eliot crosses to the couch, leaning in to kiss Nate. At first it's chaste, soft brushing of lips over lips, but Eliot wants more. His tongue touches Nate's mouth, sliding over his lips, easing inside when they part.
His knee is on the couch, between Nate's spread legs, not quite touching, but he can feel the heat, and when Nate shifts, a sigh filling Eliot's mouth, his hard cock brushes Eliot's leg.
"Don't wanna wait any more." Eliot mumbles, the words spilling into Nate's open mouth. "Want this."
Nate's answer is to chase his moving lips with his own, his hand pulling Eliot back for more as it slid behind Eliot's neck. He's pliant and soft under Eliot, all but his cock now starting to tent his pants. Eliot's thigh presses against it and Nate moans a little, gasping when Eliot releases his mouth.
Eliot lets his eyes wander over Nate's face. "Is it okay?"
Nate nods distractedly, his legs unconsciously spreading wider. Eliot's hands pull at his clothes, getting the tie off to the side so he can get Nate's shirt open, dropping to his pants to fumble with his fly.
His own cock is pressing against his underwear in a completely distracting way and Eliot can't decide between getting his underwear off or getting into Nate's. He growls in frustration and Nate looks up at him, his eyes a little wide and Eliot curses under his breath.
"It's okay," he reassures, because he's forgotten in his haze of need that Nate's never done this before and he'd promised to take his time, promised to go slow, make it easy…and fuck but Eliot really, really wants to not go slow right this moment.
He forces himself to though, backing off a little. "Maybe we should take this off the couch?"
Nate nods and lets Eliot help him up, holding his pants up as they move toward the bedroom. Eliot sheds his underwear, his cock bobbing free. "Take your time." Eliot says softly, a hand running over Nate's shoulder. "We've got all night…and we don't have to do anything you don't want to." He presses a kiss into the skin where his hand had been and crosses to the bed, watching as Nate considers and slowly lets his pants fall so he's standing there in a puddle of pants, his dress shirt open and hanging off his shoulders, his tie rucked up and pushed to the side.
He's never looked more like he was falling apart, but Eliot knows he's never come apart like this. His hands are shaking as he unbuttons the last button on his shirt and drops it to the floor, stepping out of his pants.
Eliot's on the bed waiting, back against the headboard as Nate moves toward him, looking a little uncertain, maybe a little lost. Eliot holds out his hand and Nate crosses the last few steps to take it. He guides Nate's hand to his cock, closing both of their hands around it to stroke it slowly. "Easy." Eliot murmurs, drawing Nate closer.
He knows that what he really wants, he's not going to get tonight, so he settles for bringing Nate in, laying him out on the bed before straddling over him, trailing kisses over naked skin, over his chest, lavishing attention on his nipples before moving further south, licking around his navel while his cock continued to hard under his chin.
When Eliot finally touches Nate's cock, Nate starts, half sitting up, his cock already leaking, and Eliot licks over the head, lapping up the pre-come before taking his whole cock into his mouth and sucking gently.
Nate's hands touch his head, then pull away. "Oh…Oh…"
Eliot can't help but grin, watching Nate's face as he licks up the underside of his cock, then slips one hand under his chin to play with his balls. Nate's hips hitch as Eliot's head bobs over him, his hands fisting in the comforter under him. "Fuck…Eliot…fuck…" Nate's panting and Eliot can tell he's holding back.
"It's okay, Nate. Right here. Not going anywhere." He swirls his tongue over the tip, then sucks on just the head until Nate's thrusting up, yelling and coming in a burst of salty heat over Eliot's tongue.
Eliot sits back with a smirk, a hand dropping to cradle his own cock, which is now almost painfully hard and leaking. "Like that?"
Nate's blissed out face is enough of an answer and Eliot grins as he sets to stroking his cock, figuring Nate wasn't quite up to reciprocation. There's a tentative hand on his though and Eliot looks down to find Nate staring at his cock, licking his lips. "You don't have to." Eliot says softly.
Nate's smile is crooked and his tongue swipes over his lips a second time. "I want to…?" It's almost a question as Nate leans in, the first touch of his lips tentative. He glances up nervously, then licks experimentally up to the tip, the end of his tongue flicking over him in a way that made Eliot shiver. Nate freezes and looks up. "Is it okay?"
Eliot nods, words elusive. He grabs his ankles to keep from grabbing Nate, lets him control the pace, even though Eliot knows he isn't going to last long. Nate's tongue is hot as it slides over the head of Eliot's cock and he opens his mouth to take Eliot in. Eliot squeezes his ankles so he will remember not to thrust up, and Nate slides down over him, but up quickly. His face is unreadable when he looks up at Eliot, who is trying to control his breathing.
Nate shifts the way he's sitting so he can reach more easily, rubs his lips over the tip of Eliot's cock before opening his mouth again. He doesn't slide so deeply this time and doesn't come completely off before pushing down again. Three, four strokes like that and Eliot's close. "Nate…" It's all the warning he musters, pulling his cock out of Nate's mouth as he comes, smearing it on Nate's cheek instead.
When it's over, they both sit there a little dazed before Eliot gets up to find something to clean Nate's face. When he comes back, Nate is wiping a hand through the come, grinning.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing." He takes the washcloth and wipes his hand, then his face. "You…never stop surprising me." Nate holds out his hand to draw Eliot back into the bed.
"Not what you expected?"
Nate sort of shrugged as Eliot worked the blankets down and climbed under them, settling them over Nate as he seemed to consider the question. "I'm not sure I know what I expected. Maybe…more?"
Eliot smiles and kisses him. "There's a first time for everything, Nate. And judging by my tally, we just hit two of them. Your first blow job from a guy, and your first blow job for a guy. Besides…" His grin is wicked as he lays back. "…we got all night and a whole list of first times to get through. Patience. I don't want to break you."
Title: First Time for Everything
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Nate/Eliot
Word Count: 1362
Summary: Another Time Stamp Meme fic, this time for
havenward, who wanted a follow on to "Unfinished Business" with the sex. So this is that. The first time Nate and Eliot get to the sexing.A/Ns & Warnings: First time blow jobs, some awkwardness, lots of schmoopiness. Sober!Nate.
They don't plan for it, because that's just not the way it's going to work for them. There's just a job and when it's over, Eliot's worked up and Nate's worn out and there's a suite overlooking the Vegas strip that's paid up until the end of the week, and when Nate flops onto the couch, his legs all askew, his hair disheveled, Eliot just decides.
It's been almost eight months since he came back. Almost eight months of innuendo and late nights pointedly not touching one another. Almost eight months of middle of the night phone calls when Nate could reach Ronnie, of sitting by his side watching stupid ass movies because Nate didn't want to be alone. Almost eight months of tiny kisses on the cheek, the forehead, almost innocent flirtation that was driving Eliot insane.
Eliot doesn't ask, doesn't say anything, just starts pulling his clothes off as Nate watches in a sort of detached amusement. Eliot gets all the way down to his underwear before Nate even moves, wiping a hand over his face.
Eliot crosses to the couch, leaning in to kiss Nate. At first it's chaste, soft brushing of lips over lips, but Eliot wants more. His tongue touches Nate's mouth, sliding over his lips, easing inside when they part.
His knee is on the couch, between Nate's spread legs, not quite touching, but he can feel the heat, and when Nate shifts, a sigh filling Eliot's mouth, his hard cock brushes Eliot's leg.
"Don't wanna wait any more." Eliot mumbles, the words spilling into Nate's open mouth. "Want this."
Nate's answer is to chase his moving lips with his own, his hand pulling Eliot back for more as it slid behind Eliot's neck. He's pliant and soft under Eliot, all but his cock now starting to tent his pants. Eliot's thigh presses against it and Nate moans a little, gasping when Eliot releases his mouth.
Eliot lets his eyes wander over Nate's face. "Is it okay?"
Nate nods distractedly, his legs unconsciously spreading wider. Eliot's hands pull at his clothes, getting the tie off to the side so he can get Nate's shirt open, dropping to his pants to fumble with his fly.
His own cock is pressing against his underwear in a completely distracting way and Eliot can't decide between getting his underwear off or getting into Nate's. He growls in frustration and Nate looks up at him, his eyes a little wide and Eliot curses under his breath.
"It's okay," he reassures, because he's forgotten in his haze of need that Nate's never done this before and he'd promised to take his time, promised to go slow, make it easy…and fuck but Eliot really, really wants to not go slow right this moment.
He forces himself to though, backing off a little. "Maybe we should take this off the couch?"
Nate nods and lets Eliot help him up, holding his pants up as they move toward the bedroom. Eliot sheds his underwear, his cock bobbing free. "Take your time." Eliot says softly, a hand running over Nate's shoulder. "We've got all night…and we don't have to do anything you don't want to." He presses a kiss into the skin where his hand had been and crosses to the bed, watching as Nate considers and slowly lets his pants fall so he's standing there in a puddle of pants, his dress shirt open and hanging off his shoulders, his tie rucked up and pushed to the side.
He's never looked more like he was falling apart, but Eliot knows he's never come apart like this. His hands are shaking as he unbuttons the last button on his shirt and drops it to the floor, stepping out of his pants.
Eliot's on the bed waiting, back against the headboard as Nate moves toward him, looking a little uncertain, maybe a little lost. Eliot holds out his hand and Nate crosses the last few steps to take it. He guides Nate's hand to his cock, closing both of their hands around it to stroke it slowly. "Easy." Eliot murmurs, drawing Nate closer.
He knows that what he really wants, he's not going to get tonight, so he settles for bringing Nate in, laying him out on the bed before straddling over him, trailing kisses over naked skin, over his chest, lavishing attention on his nipples before moving further south, licking around his navel while his cock continued to hard under his chin.
When Eliot finally touches Nate's cock, Nate starts, half sitting up, his cock already leaking, and Eliot licks over the head, lapping up the pre-come before taking his whole cock into his mouth and sucking gently.
Nate's hands touch his head, then pull away. "Oh…Oh…"
Eliot can't help but grin, watching Nate's face as he licks up the underside of his cock, then slips one hand under his chin to play with his balls. Nate's hips hitch as Eliot's head bobs over him, his hands fisting in the comforter under him. "Fuck…Eliot…fuck…" Nate's panting and Eliot can tell he's holding back.
"It's okay, Nate. Right here. Not going anywhere." He swirls his tongue over the tip, then sucks on just the head until Nate's thrusting up, yelling and coming in a burst of salty heat over Eliot's tongue.
Eliot sits back with a smirk, a hand dropping to cradle his own cock, which is now almost painfully hard and leaking. "Like that?"
Nate's blissed out face is enough of an answer and Eliot grins as he sets to stroking his cock, figuring Nate wasn't quite up to reciprocation. There's a tentative hand on his though and Eliot looks down to find Nate staring at his cock, licking his lips. "You don't have to." Eliot says softly.
Nate's smile is crooked and his tongue swipes over his lips a second time. "I want to…?" It's almost a question as Nate leans in, the first touch of his lips tentative. He glances up nervously, then licks experimentally up to the tip, the end of his tongue flicking over him in a way that made Eliot shiver. Nate freezes and looks up. "Is it okay?"
Eliot nods, words elusive. He grabs his ankles to keep from grabbing Nate, lets him control the pace, even though Eliot knows he isn't going to last long. Nate's tongue is hot as it slides over the head of Eliot's cock and he opens his mouth to take Eliot in. Eliot squeezes his ankles so he will remember not to thrust up, and Nate slides down over him, but up quickly. His face is unreadable when he looks up at Eliot, who is trying to control his breathing.
Nate shifts the way he's sitting so he can reach more easily, rubs his lips over the tip of Eliot's cock before opening his mouth again. He doesn't slide so deeply this time and doesn't come completely off before pushing down again. Three, four strokes like that and Eliot's close. "Nate…" It's all the warning he musters, pulling his cock out of Nate's mouth as he comes, smearing it on Nate's cheek instead.
When it's over, they both sit there a little dazed before Eliot gets up to find something to clean Nate's face. When he comes back, Nate is wiping a hand through the come, grinning.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing." He takes the washcloth and wipes his hand, then his face. "You…never stop surprising me." Nate holds out his hand to draw Eliot back into the bed.
"Not what you expected?"
Nate sort of shrugged as Eliot worked the blankets down and climbed under them, settling them over Nate as he seemed to consider the question. "I'm not sure I know what I expected. Maybe…more?"
Eliot smiles and kisses him. "There's a first time for everything, Nate. And judging by my tally, we just hit two of them. Your first blow job from a guy, and your first blow job for a guy. Besides…" His grin is wicked as he lays back. "…we got all night and a whole list of first times to get through. Patience. I don't want to break you."
