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phantismaFandom: Supernatural/Leverage (To Salt the Flame Verse)
Title: nice doing business with you
Characters/Pairings: Dean Winchester (known as Michael in this piece)/Eliot Spencer
Rating: NC-17
Word Count 380
Summary: Long before Eliot met Father John Winchester, he met someone he knew only as Michael. They had business.
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havenward who commented on the time stamp meme, wanting Eliot, one year before he stumbles into John's church (church, not crotch, ladies). Alley sex.
"You tell Petrov this sets us square." Eliot said, putting the package in the outstretched hand.
"Sure. Sure. I tell him."
He didn't let his guard down as the Russian left the alley, turning then to the man who had arranged the exchange. "We good?" Eliot asked.
He sort of grinned and pushed off the wall. "Well, I'm good. I haven't tried you yet so I don't know about you."
"Business, man." Eliot said, circling with the guy now. He wasn't really sure if this was going to lead to fighting or fucking, wasn't really sure he wanted to stick around and find out.
"It's all business, man." Michael said, cracking his neck.
"You know what they say about all work and no play." Eliot countered.
"Yeah, it gets you money." He stalked toward Eliot and Eliot backpedaled, looking for the right opening. Before he found it though Michael was on top of him, shoving him into the wall. "And money gets me hot. I want to fuck something." His voice was a growl, his hand finding it's way into Eliot's jeans, fisting his cock to hardness.
"What, here in the alley?"
He quirked a grin at Eliot. "Got a better place?"
And to be honest, Eliot wasn't letting this guy know where he was sleeping so no, he didn't and now that Michael was stroking him, he was getting on board with the whole fucking idea.
"You got lube?" Eliot asked a little breathlessly.
"Always." Michael responded. And just like that Eliot was face first into the wall, his jeans around his knees while Michael ripped into a pillow pack of lube and shoved two fingers into him.
It had been a while since Eliot had been on the receiving end, but it was clear his body liked the idea, already thrumming with energy, his cock leaking against the brick. Michael shoved into him fast and hard, hips snapping while his hand reached around Eliot's hip to jerk him just as fast and hard.
Michael grunted and came, Eliot following quickly. They separated, panting. Eliot pulled up his jeans, covering the sticky come painting his ass and turned. "Nice doing business with you." Michael said, zipping up. "You got my number. Call me." He smirked. "We'll do some more."
Title: nice doing business with you
Characters/Pairings: Dean Winchester (known as Michael in this piece)/Eliot Spencer
Rating: NC-17
Word Count 380
Summary: Long before Eliot met Father John Winchester, he met someone he knew only as Michael. They had business.
A/Ns & Warnings: Written for
havenward who commented on the time stamp meme, wanting Eliot, one year before he stumbles into John's church (church, not crotch, ladies). Alley sex."You tell Petrov this sets us square." Eliot said, putting the package in the outstretched hand.
"Sure. Sure. I tell him."
He didn't let his guard down as the Russian left the alley, turning then to the man who had arranged the exchange. "We good?" Eliot asked.
He sort of grinned and pushed off the wall. "Well, I'm good. I haven't tried you yet so I don't know about you."
"Business, man." Eliot said, circling with the guy now. He wasn't really sure if this was going to lead to fighting or fucking, wasn't really sure he wanted to stick around and find out.
"It's all business, man." Michael said, cracking his neck.
"You know what they say about all work and no play." Eliot countered.
"Yeah, it gets you money." He stalked toward Eliot and Eliot backpedaled, looking for the right opening. Before he found it though Michael was on top of him, shoving him into the wall. "And money gets me hot. I want to fuck something." His voice was a growl, his hand finding it's way into Eliot's jeans, fisting his cock to hardness.
"What, here in the alley?"
He quirked a grin at Eliot. "Got a better place?"
And to be honest, Eliot wasn't letting this guy know where he was sleeping so no, he didn't and now that Michael was stroking him, he was getting on board with the whole fucking idea.
"You got lube?" Eliot asked a little breathlessly.
"Always." Michael responded. And just like that Eliot was face first into the wall, his jeans around his knees while Michael ripped into a pillow pack of lube and shoved two fingers into him.
It had been a while since Eliot had been on the receiving end, but it was clear his body liked the idea, already thrumming with energy, his cock leaking against the brick. Michael shoved into him fast and hard, hips snapping while his hand reached around Eliot's hip to jerk him just as fast and hard.
Michael grunted and came, Eliot following quickly. They separated, panting. Eliot pulled up his jeans, covering the sticky come painting his ass and turned. "Nice doing business with you." Michael said, zipping up. "You got my number. Call me." He smirked. "We'll do some more."
