Six Ways to Sunday (Part the First), Supernatural/Leverage, NC-17

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Fandom: Supernatural/Leverage
Title: Six Ways to Sunday (Part 1)
Characters/Pairings: Dean Winchester/Eliot Spencer, mention of John Winchester
Rating: NC-17
Word count: ~6000
Summary: Pre-Series for both shows, Stanford Era for SPN. Dean and Eliot meet. Sex happens. They meet again. More sex happens. A pattern is developing. One that holds promise for much porn.

A/Ns & Warnings: Written for ladywinchester, as an introduction to something more to come in the future. Um...this is mostly porn with a little attempt at plot thrown in. Alley sex, truck sex, motel room sex, more alley sex....um...ropes, handcuffs....I think that covers all of it.






“Shot of whiskey and a beer.” Dean ordered as he eased down onto the bar stool. The bartender nodded and walked away, returning with a bottle of beer and a shot glass that he then poured whiskey into. Dean dropped a twenty on the bar and lifted the shot, downing it quickly before grabbing the beer and turning to survey the bar.

There wasn’t much to it…a couple of pool tables that had seen better days, a jukebox cranking out Hank Williams, Jr. songs and a handful of regulars bunched up around some guy spinning a tale about some rabid animal in the woods.

Dean smirked and flicked his eyes to the dartboard in the back where some hick with his hair in a ponytail, and one really hot ass, was schooling two boys who were not looking too happy about it. That was going to get messy.

He sipped his beer and settled in to watch. Pony tail nailed two more shots, dead center to finish the game, snickering as he grabbed his beer and the money on the table. He headed for the bar, dropping the empty bottle and slapping his hand down in way of ordering another.

Dean raised an eyebrow and leaned out to look at the two boys grumbling and looking his way. “Looks like someone’s got their tighty whiteys on too tight.” Dean said, inclining his head as Ponytail looked at him.

He glanced behind him, then shrugged. “Won the game fair. They don’t gotta like it.”

His voice was low and dark and dangerous in a way that sent a shiver down Dean’s spine. Ponytail took a long drink from his beer, then set it down with a nod. “Might want to stand back,” he growled seconds before his foot kicked back and caught the nearer of the two goons in the nuts.

Dean winced and leaned out of the way as Ponytail spun around to face the other guy while the first one was still trying to get up off the floor. The guy took a few swings, but none of them connected, then Ponytail landed his first of five blows.

He sensed the restlessness behind him and stood, putting himself between the rest of the locals and the fight. “Just an honest fight, boys. Nothing to go getting involved in.”

That wasn’t going to keep them for long, so Dean hoped Ponytail finished fast. A hand came down on Dean’s shoulder and he whirled, ducking the punch and slamming his fist into the soft stomach of the attacker. So much for fast.

“Stay down.” Dean heard Ponytail growl. Dean ducked away, both of them landing fists into the face of the next guy.

It all got a little blurry after that, all the faces racing by as they fought. It was almost like having Sam at his side…only better because Sam never hit the way this guy did.

A gunshot ended the whole thing and Dean looked up to see the bartender with a shotgun. “That’s enough. All of you, out.”

Ponytail chuckled and went to get his coat. “You two may be best going out the back door.” The bartender pointed.

Dean didn't need to be told twice, he knew more fight was all that waited for him out the front door. He pushed the back door open and felt Ponytail behind him, then suddenly Ponytail was shoving him into the alley.

Dean whirled, only to get shoved into the wall, Ponytail's knee between his legs and pressing upward to hold him in place.

"Whoa there, cowboy." Dean said, holding up both hands.

He shook his head, knocking aside the hair that had come loose from the ponytail in the fight. "Oh, you saying that wasn't you checking out my ass back there?"

Dean opened his mouth, then closed it, then cracked his neck. "Okay, maybe I was."

Ponytail nodded and crowds in tighter. "Say the word and I walk away." He ground his knee upward and Dean's cock was way ahead of him as it hardened. Ponytail smirked and leaned in, nipping at Dean's chin. "Ain't you the easy one?"

"Not…" Dean's mouth stopped make words and ended with a long, low moan as Ponytail slid his hand down into Dean's jeans. "Holy, fuck…warn a guy."

"Thought that's what this was," he responded, pushing up with his knee again. He gave a good pull and Dean's jeans fell, a sign he really needed a belt, and just like that he was standing in an alley, his cock out and in the hands of a man he didn't even know.

"I…uh…we should….shit." Dean looked down as Ponytail did something with his hand that made his whole body feel it.

He smirked. "Like that?"

Dean was trying to answer, but the connection between his brain and his mouth seemed to have failed all together and it was all he could do to keep from falling face first into the wall as he was turned. Ponytail was still working his cock, but there was a zipper and then cold and wet pressed into his tight and hot ass and Dean gasped.

"Dude, warn a guy."

Ponytail chuckled dark into the skin at the base of his neck, even as his cock replaced his fingers. "I need to tell you I'm gonna fuck you now?"

Dean gasped as he pushed in, gritting his teeth against the burn. It had been a long time since he'd been on the receiving end and he had to force himself not to tense up. Ponytail pulled out, then shoved back in.

He hit the wall and pushed back. This was not how he'd expected his night to go. Hands grabbed his hips and pulled him back. It wasn't that he wasn't this easy, just…not what he expected in a place like this.

Ponytail reached around him and tugged on his cock, making Dean groan. Neither one of them was in it for the long haul and Ponytail pulled out as he came a split second before Dean painted the brick wall with his own come.

Dean pulled his jeans up and turned around, raising an eyebrow. "You always fuck strangers in an alley after a bar fight?"

Ponytail grinned as he tucked himself in. "Pretty much. You?"

"Not so much."

"That's a pretty nasty bruise on your back." Ponytail observed. "And the scratches on your side?"

"Oh, yeah." Dean waved his hand dismissively. "Hunt went a little sideways."

"Hunt? Didn't figure you for one of these locals."

"Not, just passing through." Dean looked to the end of the alley. "Figure they've cleared out yet?"

"Another few minutes. What you hunting out here?"

Dean shook his head. "Nothing important." He was not about to tell Ponytail that he'd been after a black dog, or what a black dog was, or how it nearly took him out before he'd finally gotten it. It was bad enough he was going to have to tell his father, who was waiting for him back at the motel, laid up with a broken leg.

Ponytail reached for Dean's shirt, pulling it up to look at the scratches. At least one of them was fairly deep. "Looks like claw marks to me." He tilted his head. "Too small for bear, too big for wolf."

Dean pulled away and brushed his shirt down. "Suit yourself man. I've had my share of bad scrapes. You should get that looked at."

"I will." He headed toward the front of the alley and the Impala. "See you around."

"Not likely." Ponytail called.

"Asshole." Dean checked to make sure all the locals had dispersed before he left the cover of the alley. He pulled out of the parking lot and headed for the motel.



It didn't take him long to figure out that this was only ever going to go the wrong way. There was no way he wasn't getting bloody on this one. The payoff was worth a little blood though, and Eliot figured that he could still get in, get the girl and get out.

Or he did until he realized that this was not your average ransom situation.

Because the kidnapper was not your average criminal. For one thing, he had fangs.

"Damn fucking vampires." He backed away to rethink his approach. With vampires you couldn't just go at them. He'd need a diversion. He'd need backup. What he had right there, right then was nothing but a baseball bat and his winning personality.

He made note of the men involved and the location of the girl and headed back to town. He was going to need some supplies.

The hardware store was his first stop. He picked up the supplies to make a nice, hot, fiery distraction. He loaded up his truck and checked the time. It was too late to head out again. The hardware store had closed, and the town was rolling up the sidewalks. The only thing on the street that was open was the local bar, and judging from the rowdy noise pouring through its open door, it was well on its way to a drunken brawl as the clock hit nine pm.

That was about when he spotted the Pretty Boy.

Eliot smirked a little, watching him lean against the side of his car, checking out two cheerleaders walking past him. He'd done a little digging, discovered the kid was a hunter, and it wasn't Bambi that had marked him up the last time they'd met.

Hell, he might even be in town for the vampires.

Eliot waited until the jailbait cheerleaders were gone and the kid was headed into the bar. Nothing if not consistent. He followed, his eyes sweeping the street. The vampire and his minions were locals, which meant that at least some of the folks in town had to know.

Pretty Boy was at the bar, a beer in front of him. Two of the guys Eliot had seen at the place the vampire was keeping the girl were watching him. Eliot crossed to the bar and slid onto the stool next to his. "Don't look now, but you have some unwanted attention."

Pretty Boy lifted his beer and an eyebrow. "I don't know about unwanted."

"Behind me, idiot."

"Ah, them." He set his beer down. "I noticed."

"You planning to do something about it?"

He leaned to look around him. "Why, you looking for a fight?" He lowered his voice. "No offense, Ponytail, they're a little out of your league."

Eliot was half tempted to leave the stupid ass to get wasted by the scum. "Why, because they're vampires, or because they're better looking than you?"

The other eyebrow lifted to match the first. "Yeah, I know." Eliot said. "I know where the nest is. Want to go clean it out?"

"There's a nest? I got a lead on a single fang, not a nest."

"Guess your intel is all fucked. I count at least five, including these two."

Pretty Boy nodded. "Yeah, okay. Should we deal with these two first?"

"Could get messy. We should take it outside."

"I've got machetes in my trunk." He finished his beer and stood.

"Now why doesn't that surprise me?" Eliot followed him to the door and down to the car. The kid had more than machetes in the trunk. Eliot whistled at the arsenal.

Pretty Boy chuckled. "This ain't nothing, you should see my father's."

"Heads up." Eliot took the machete as the two vampires came out the door. "We should make this quick."

Pretty Boy nodded and circled the car, drawing one of them toward the alley between the bar and the drug store. Eliot figured out of the public eye was probably good and led the other one in the other direction, headed for the park with its line of trees hiding it from plain view.

He didn't quite get there before the vampire raced at him. "Fucking vampires." He turned, testing the weight of the machete and swinging it experimentally. It made the vampire pause, but not for long. Eliot let him come, waiting for the right moment and when he moved, it took a single swing to separate the bastard from his head.

He jogged back to the Impala, just as Pretty Boy was doing the same. "Got mine."

Eliot nodded. "Yeah, me too."

Pretty Boy looked up at the sky. "Getting late. Best to hit a nest in daylight."

"Fair enough."

"I'm Dean, by the way." He stuck out his hand. Eliot slapped the machete into it.

"Eliot."

"You got a room? Probably safest if we get indoors."

Eliot nodded and pointed at the old fashioned hotel up the street. Dean opened the trunk and dumped the machetes into it. "You coming or what?" Eliot asked when after two steps Dean was still staring at the bar.

"You go on, I need to call my old man."

"What, you need Daddy to hold your hand?" Eliot asked, crossing back to his side.

"No." Dean looked pissed. "I told him I'd call when I knew more. I know more."

"Wait til morning you can tell him its done." Eliot countered.

Dean closed his phone and scowled at him. "Just because I let you…before doesn't mean I'm gonna—"

"I'll let you be on top." Eliot cut him off, reaching to grab a fistful of the kid's jacket. He was horny now that he'd gotten a little action and Dean was the only person in town he was going to trust in his bed, what with vampires roaming the streets, and if that meant letting the kid take a turn, he was okay with that.

"Yeah?" Dean was moving now, still reluctant, but warming to the idea.

"Yeah. Hurry up or I'll change my mind."

Dean stepped up his pace then, following Eliot into the hotel and up the stairs to his room. Eliot got the door opened and dragged Dean through it, pressing him against the door as it closed. His hand closed on Dean's cock and it hardened quickly.

"Thought you said I got to take the lead." Dean said.

"So take it." Eliot responded with a smirk.

"Yeah, okay." Dean put his hands on Eliot's hips. "If it's going to be like that."

He shoved and turned and Eliot's back was against the door. Dean followed Eliot's lead and grabbed for his cock through his jeans. Eliot responded by nipping at his chin and pulling on his shirts. There was the sound of fabric tearing and Eliot's shirt fell off him in Dean's hands.

Eliot raised an eyebrow. "Didn't think you had it in ya'."

Dean laughed and got a fistful of Eliot's hair. "Oh, I might surprise you." He dragged Eliot in for a bruising kiss before letting him go and reaching for his jeans. It was a battle for a few seconds as they both tried to undress the other, then Eliot got them turned again and took a step back, making a show of finishing the unzipping of his jeans to drop them.

He took the hint and did the same. When they were both naked and clearly both hard, they circled almost as if they were about to fight. Eliot cracked his neck and stretched his arms. Dean glanced at the bed, then Eliot.

Eliot gestured at the duffle bag on the dresser. "Lube."

Dean reached for the bag and came out with the small bottle. "You come prepared."

"I was a boy scout." Eliot responded.

"Is that right…" Dean had the lube open and was smearing his cock with it.

“You gonna take all night or are we gonna fuck?” Eliot asked, his voice a low growl.

Dean smirked at him. "Sorry, I was just thinking about you in little brown shorts tying knots."

Eliot stalked toward him, his voice low and menacing, "I'll show you how I tie knots, boy."

Dean grabbed him and spun him toward the bed. "Maybe after we kill the vampires…tonight it's my turn."

"Then get on with it, before I change my mind."

"Oh, it's like that? Fine." Dean's hands got hard as he pushed Eliot down, his slick fingers sliding over skin to his ass, and he wasn't gentle about getting two fingers into him. He barely moved them around enough to be considered prep, then he was pushing his cock in. Fortunately there was enough lube to ease the way, though he was tight and it took a good three strokes for Dean to get into him fully. "Better?" Dean asked as he set up a solid rhythm and Eliot had to appreciate his style.

Eliot managed to get a knee up under him on the bed, altering Dean's angle and giving him access to Eliot's cock. Dean grabbed him and stroked him in time with his fucking and Eliot sucked in air, suddenly close to coming as Dean's cock found his prostate.

He pulled forward, off of Dean's cock, and rolled onto his back, cradling his cock as Dean followed him, climbing onto the bed and pinning Eliot in place as he shoved back into him. He grinned down at Eliot. "What's the matter, want to see my pretty face?"

Eliot responded by wrapping his legs around Dean's waist, feet digging into his ass to pull him closer. "Just need you fuck me like you mean it."

Dean raised an eyebrow and nodded. "You want it?" His next few strokes were hard and deep and Eliot closed his eyes, stroking his cock fast. Dean's hands found his hips and held him in place while he snapped up and into him, his thumbs digging into the skin under Eliot's hip bones. "Fuck." Dean gasped as his orgasm started, flooding into Eliot who increased the pace of his hand until Dean pulled his hand away.

"What the—" Eliot stopped as Dean's mouth closed over him, sucking and licking and in seconds he was coming and Dean sat back with an arrogant grin. Eliot looked up at him and shook his head.

"Feel better?" Dean asked as Eliot got up and padded into the bathroom. By the time he cleaned himself up and came back, Dean was under the blankets, eyes closed.

"Comfy?" Eliot asked.

Dean opened one eye. "Can't hunt vampires tired. Gets you dead."

"Or worse." Eliot agreed. "You better not be a blanket hog."




Dean waited for his father to answer his phone, watching Eliot with the girl. He wiped the blood from his face and rolled his eyes when the call rolled over to voicemail. “Yeah, Dad. Took care of the thing outside Chicago. Meet you at Pastor Jim’s in a week or so.”

He hung up the phone and shoved it in his pocket as the girl climbed into Eliot’s truck and Eliot came to him. “So…you sure they didn’t turn her?” Dean asked.

Eliot shrugged. “Ain’t my problem if they did. I get paid to get her back to her daddy. What happens after that is his problem.”

“Until she starts snacking on half of Chicago.” Dean countered.

Eliot smirked. “So stick around, keep an eye on her.”

Dean lifted an eyebrow and looked at him. “She ain’t my type.”

Eliot’s smirk grew. “I do still have some of that rope, if you wanted a demonstration of my knot tying skills.”

“Right, like I’m going to let you tie me up.”

Eliot looked back at his truck. “I’ve gotta take her home.”

Dean nodded. “I’ll follow you.”

He shouldn’t, he knew that. He would be hard pressed to get to Jim’s in time to meet his father as it was, but he didn’t know if the girl was turned, and he couldn’t walk away until he knew.

Or at least, that’s what he told himself as he followed the truck’s tail lights away from the wreckage of the house they’d totaled in their efforts to clean out the vampires and save the girl.

It wasn’t because Eliot’s grin promised a night of debauchery, or the taste of his skin or the way he growled and made Dean’s cock hard without trying. Not at all. Because he was more than his dick. He was doing the responsible thing.

And if he was late? Well, he’d just tell his father that he’d stumbled into another job. It wouldn’t be a lie, exactly.

Which doesn’t explain, really, how he ended up tied down in the bed of Eliot’s truck, his hands up over his head and bound so well there was no way he was getting out without help, his jeans gone, his cock hard and Eliot taking his damn time getting on with it.

“Really?” Dean asked as Eliot produced more rope and wrapped a loop around Dean’s knee, tugging it out to the side.

Eliot’s response was to smirk, and tug a little harder, spreading Dean open like a cheap whore. “Oh, I’m just getting started.”

“We are in a public place.” Dean warned, craning his neck as if he could see over the sides of the truck.

“Ain’t no one gonna find us.” Eliot growled, rubbing his scruffy chin along the inside of Dean’s thigh. He was pretty sure that shouldn’t shoot straight to his dick and make him make that sound…not that he’s admitting he made that sound, not even when Eliot chuckled and moved to restrain his other leg. Once he had it secured, he ran his hands down Dean’s thighs. “Unless you make too much noise. You know how to be quiet while you get your brain sucked out through your cock?”

“Since all you’re doing is talking, we’ll never know.” Dean countered, shifting his hips.

Eliot chuckled, his hands framing Dean’s cock. He leaned in and sucked just the head into his mouth, hard and fast, making Dean yell in surprise. Then Eliot ignored his cock and nuzzled the tender skin behind one knee, sucking a tiny bruise before rubbing his scruffy jaw down the inside of his thigh, nipping and licking and sucking as he went.

By the time Eliot reached the spot where hip gives way to thigh, Dean was squirming and his skin was red. He licked up the underside of Dean's cock and flicked the tip of his tongue over the tip.

Dean's head clunked on the metal under his head as Eliot moved to his other leg, biting into the soft skin until he yelled, then laving over the spot with his tongue, brushing it with scruff and working his way up again, leaving tiny bruises.

Dean is just about to complain when Eliot takes his whole cock in his mouth, sucking up while his fingers slip down to his hole and start working him open. Dean is panting when Eliot finally stops the suction, licking around the base, and when his fingers brush Dean's prostate, he yells again, making Eliot chuckle.

"I thought you were going to be quiet."

"I thought you weren't gonna tease." Dean countered, pressing down on Eliot's fingers.

"Oh, Son, this ain't teasing." Eliot grinned at him, pulling his fingers out and leaning over to nip a line up Dean's stomach. "Not by a long shot." His mouth closed over Dean's in a possessive way, his tongue invading and his teeth taking Dean's lip as he pulled away. "I can keep you right here, like this, for hours." Eliot growled softly in his ear. "Right on the edge, like this….hard and aching, wanting me to do something, anything…have you begging me to let you come…beg until you're hoarse…while I take all the pleasure I need from you, fuck you over and over again…you want me to tease you?"

Dean swallowed and lifted his head. "You wouldn't."

"Wouldn't I?" His smile was dangerous and mischievous and Dean knew he was in trouble. He never should have let that ass and those fingers and that mouth convince him…should have walked away the first time…but now he was stuck, tied down, spread open…at the mercy of a man he didn't really know.

His father would kill him for the stupidity of it if he knew.

He was never going to know though. Never.

Dean gasped when Eliot's cock pushed into him. His hips snapped and his cock sank deep inside him, but at this angle there was barely a touch to the sensitive spot that would push him closer to orgasm.

"Fuck." Dean pulled on his bound hands, but Eliot knew his way around ropes and knots and there was no getting loose.

Eliot chuckled, his hands pressing Dean open, thumbs digging into the red skin of his thighs as he fucked faster and harder and when he came, he held himself inside Dean until he was done, then slide out and left Dean leaking come from his ass while he went back to nipping and licking Dean's thighs and rubbing his skin with those damn scruffy cheeks until he was so hypersensitive every touch on places that should not turn him on made him want to beg.

He turned, eyes sparkling in the light of the half moon and licked over the tip of Dean's cock, two fingers sliding into his ass and coming out slicked with come. He fed those fingers to Dean, pushing them into his mouth and fucking them in and out until they were clean.

Eliot then grabbed Dean's cock with his spit slick fingers and jacked him slowly until Dean was lifting his hips up to meet him, then he abandoned Dean's cock and went back to his thigh.

And so it went.

Dean was falling toward incoherent, the sense of time gone, his ability to make the sounds coming out of his mouth resemble words gone with it. Eliot was fucking him for maybe the third time, it was hard to remember in the haze of near coming and begging. His cock was angry red and leaking again, and he was sure Eliot was going to leave him wanting again, but Eliot leaned to one side, tugging on the rope and releasing Dean's leg.

He lifted that leg up onto his shoulder, altering his thrust so that it banged head on into Dean's prostate. Two shots and Dean was smearing his stomach with come. Two more and Eliot was coming himself, and it was almost like a second wave hit Dean, making his vision swim and his body tense up.

Dean closed his eyes and panted through the orgasm, barely aware of Eliot releasing his other leg or moving to release his arms. "You okay?" Eliot asked finally, his voice husky and deep.

He opened one eye and looked at him. "Do I look okay?"

Eliot chuckled. "You look more relaxed."

"Relaxed?" Dean supposed that was true. He hadn't had an orgasm that hard in a very long time. He moved quickly, pinning Eliot to the truck bed. "You're just lucky I have a long drive ahead of me, or I'd be figuring out how exactly to repay you." He kissed him hard before standing. "Now, what did you do with my pants?"




Eliot was working a job in Tennessee, nearly a year later, the next time he saw Dean. He was waiting for a contact in the lobby of a swanky hotel in Nashville, doing his best to be invisible when Dean and an older man entered in suits and ties, flashing badges at the manager.

Eliot slipped a little closer, listening as Dean asked questions about some guy who apparently killed himself in one of the hotel rooms a few days before. The man with him was eyeing the lobby, marking the people and exits. He turned back to the manager. "We'd like to get a look at the scene."

"I don't know what you feds want with it, the police have been all over it. Said it was a suicide."

Dean glanced Eliot's way, frowning. Eliot kept out of sight, not quite ready to have another job go sideways with Dean's involvement, though the sight of him in that suit had Eliot's cock thinking things that involved getting Dean out of that suit.

"We're investigating a string of deaths." Dean said. "It may be nothing, but we want to be thorough."

Eliot waited for them to get the key to the room and head to the elevators before he moved away from the wall. He gave thought to following them, but his contact was heading his way and it was time to finish this job and move on to the next.

They moved off to a quiet alcove to make the exchange and when it was done, Eliot had fifteen thousand dollars and the guy who hired him had his package. He should have gotten in his truck and drove away. He had another job waiting for him, one that would get him out of the country for a while.

Which did nothing to explain why he was sitting in the hotel bar when Dean found him. "Thought that was you." Dean said, flagging the bartender for a beer.

"Didn't know you could grift."

Dean shrugged. "You do what you have to."

"What are you after?" Eliot sipped at his whiskey without looking at him. If he looked at him, there was only one way this was going to go, and he wasn't sure he was ready for that.

"Not sure yet. Maybe demon." Dean dropped a ten on the bar as the bartender handed him his beer.

"A demon?" Eliot shook his head. Damn hunters. It was always something.

"It's always something." Dean said. "What about you?"

Eliot sipped again, nodding. "My job here is done. Hitting the road in the morning."

"And what is that job again?" Dean asked, leaning on the bar.

"I'm about to make it fucking you into tomorrow." Eliot said out of the corner of his mouth.

Dean sat back and drank half his beer in one go. "I don't think so. I think it's my turn for that."

"Is that so?" Eliot started to turn toward him, but Dean was already standing and Eliot barely had time to register that he had handcuffs in his hand before he was face first on the bar and handcuffed.

"Nothing to see here." Dean said, flashing his fake badge. "Go back to your drinks."

He manhandled Eliot into the lobby and out the front door. He could have broken away, but he was curious now to see what Dean had in mind. A few seconds later they were in an alley and Dean shoved him into the wall face first.

"You know what they say about payback."

The whiskey had Eliot a little looser than normal, not that it actually gave Dean a physical advantage, but he was more inclined to see where this would go if he let it. Eliot looked back over his shoulder at Dean and pushed back with his ass.

Dean slid a hand in his hair and pulled, smirking when Eliot gasped. "I can play rough too." His kiss was hard, teeth nipping at Eliot's lips before he let go and worked on undoing Eliot's pants.

Eliot got his fingers onto Dean's zipper while Dean pressed him forward and managed to get inside his pants before Dean pulled back. He tugged on Eliot's handcuffed hands and slapped at his ass before yanking his jeans down. "Not this time, buddy. No, it's my turn."

"Better get on with your turn or I'm gonna take it from you." Eliot growled as Dean's fingers found his crack.

Dean shoved two fingers into him with no lube as an answer. "Oh, I'm taking it." He kicked Eliot's feet apart and pressed his shoulders toward the wall. Dean's hands on his hips were hot and the press of his cock burned with so little prep and Eliot very nearly shot his load before Dean had fully penetrated. He groaned into the wall and pressed back, trying to speed him up, but Dean was not going to be rushed, he just grasped Eliot's hips tighter and held him still while he took his time pulling out, then pushing inward again.

"Shit." Eliot tried to reach for his cock, forgetting the handcuffs for the moment, wanting to hold off the orgasm that was about to come slamming out of him if Dean so much as touched his—"Fuck." Eliot yelled into the brick as he came.

Dean laughed. "Eager much?"

"Shut up and fuck me." Eliot growled.

"Gladly." Dean's hips snapped in, hitting Eliot's prostate for the second time and Eliot couldn't keep the grunt from escaping. His cock was still leaking come, his hips aching where Dean's fingers dug into flesh.

Dean's pace increased, his aim dead on, hitting Eliot's prostate with every single fucking stroke until Eliot was grunting into the wall, his cock still hard and dripping.

Finally, Dean pulled back on Eliot's hips, burying himself as deep inside his ass as he could, and came, groaning into Eliot's back.

Hands fumbled with a key, and then Eliot's hands were free. He took a step back and pulled up his jeans, before turning to find Dean smirking at him smugly. It took him a minute to convince his still hard cock to submit to his jeans, but once he did, Eliot snarled at Dean. "Don't get cocky, Son. It's still early."

In fact, it was mid afternoon…and Eliot had ideas for how to spend the rest of it…and what to do with those handcuffs.

"You done fucking around?" Eliot turned at the sound of the deep voice coming from the street.

Dean blushed a little red and rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I'm done."

"Then get your dick in your pants and your ass back on the job."

"Yes, sir. Be right there." Dean tossed him the cuffs and finished zipping up his pants. "Duty calls…I'll see you around."

Eliot watched him go, then looked down at the handcuffs. He tucked them away into his pocket. "Next time I see you, Pretty Boy….next time…."

He left the alley and headed for his truck, putting Dean out of his head and pointing his nose toward the airport. Greece, then Taiwan was on his list, jobs lined up and waiting for him. He pulled the handcuffs out and shoved them in his glove box. He wouldn't need them for a while…and when he caught up with Dean again, he was going to fuck him six ways to Sunday until neither one of them could walk.