Eliot limped slightly as he left the Leverage offices. It wasn’t so much that he hurt, but he’d started to stiffen up from the hit he’d taken. Any time you are hit by a car there are going to be bruises and the car he'd let hit him had been going a bit faster than he would have preferred.

Parker and Hardison were still celebrating their win, with Nate looking on in fond, drunken amusement. Sophie had vanished a while ago, so he figured he was safe to head home and soak in a nice hot tub of water without anyone questioning him. A little TLC and he’d be back in fighting shape by morning.

Thirty minutes later Eliot closed the door of his house and locked it behind him. He’d found the little bungalow a week or so after moving to LA. It had needed some work done, but it hadn’t taken him long to get it up to his standards. He'd put in a large professional kitchen and, more importantly at the moment, a large massaging Jacuzzi bathtub.

He dragged off his shirt and winced as he stretched shoulder muscles that had started locking up on him. He headed for the bathroom and turned the faucet on the Jacuzzi to as hot as he could stand it. He dumped in a handful of bath salts and headed for the bedroom.He entered the bedroom and came to a halt. Sophie grinned up at him from her place on the bed. Eliot looked around the room, not entirely sure what he was looking for, but he figured this had to be one of those hidden camera things.

“Sophie, uh, what are you doing here?” Eliot asked.

She sat up and slid to the edge of the bed. “I figured you’d be a little sore from being hit by the car and I thought I could come over and help.” She reached over to the nightstand and held up a bottle of massage oil.

Eliot cleared his throat and as nonchalant as possible he held his shirt in front of his groin. It had been a while since he’d had a chance to work off some of his energy and his libido was taking an interest.

He gave Sophie a tight smile. “I do appreciate it, but all I need is a hot Jacuzzi and I’ll be just fine, darlin'”

“But that’s so impersonal, not to mention rude of us. We asked you to take the hit, the least I can do is to help you deal with the after effects.” She stood up and placed her hand on his shoulder.

He looked down at her hand and then gave her a slightly panicked look. “Sophie-” He was interrupted by her pushing on his shoulder.

“Now, why don’t you go climb into that tub and I’ll make some tea for you when you get out. Go, relax. It will all be fine.” Sophie gave him a smile that Eliot was positive was the one she gave marks, but he couldn’t argue with her.

He went back to the bathroom and locked the door behind him. He knew it wouldn’t keep her out, but it would give him enough warning to get covered up before she could come in. He shucked his pants and socks and climbed into the tub. He hissed at the heat of the water and then relaxed as the warmth worked its way into his sore muscles.

The water level slowly rose in the large tub and he let his mind drift. He jumped and struck out as a hand touched his shoulder. He managed to pull back before connecting with Sophie’s face.

“Sophie! Damn it, don’t do that,” he yelled.

“Sorry, I didn’t think it would startle you that badly,” Sophie said as she sat up from where she’d fallen back to avoid Eliot’s strike.

“I locked that door.”

“Yes, and you should really think about getting a better lock on it. I was able to pick it one handed.” She motioned to the cup of tea she’d set on the tub’s ledge. “I made you a combination of green and chamomile with a little bit of lemongrass and peppermint thrown in. You should drink it before it gets cold.”

Eliot sighed and sat back in the tub. He picked up the cup knowing that arguing with Sophie was futile when she had that tone of voice. He took a sip, it was surprisingly good. He glanced over at Sophie and noticing that she was staring further down his body reminded him that he was in a bathtub with only slightly cloudy water from the bath salts. He quickly grabbed the wash cloth and covered himself.

Sophie’s eyes jerked back up to his and she gave him a sly smirk. “Well, you can’t blame me for looking.”

“Sophie,” he growled.

“Oh hush.” She leaned over and turned off the faucet. She picked up another washcloth and dipped it in the water before soaping it. She ran it over Eliot’s shoulders and across his chest. “You really do have such lovely muscle definition. How much time do you spend working out? It can’t be that much, you aren’t away from the office that often.”

He started to respond but was stopped when she put her fingers across his lips. “It was a rhetorical question. Just relax and enjoy being pampered for once. We ask so much of you. We treat you like our personal punching bag, asking you to go out and get hit by a car, get beat up. It’s time that someone thanked you for that,” she said softly as she continued to wash his shoulders and chest.

Slowly he relaxed and started to enjoy the light massage that she was giving him. He tensed a little when her hand dipped under the water and massaged his stomach, but relaxed again when she didn’t go any further. He was starting to drowse when Sophie’s hand curled around his half-hard cock.

He sat forward in shock and grabbed her wrist. She smirked at him. “Tell me you don’t want this. Make me believe it and I’ll stop.”


“Will never know, and even if he does it’s not like he and I have made any promises to one another. Any other issues?” He thought for a moment and then released her wrist and sat back. “I didn’t think so.”

His eyes closed as she gently pumped his rapidly hardening erection. His legs fell open and he groaned as her other hand slipped further down and started playing with his balls.

“That’s right, Eliot. Relax, let me take care of you.”

She was keeping the caresses light and keeping him aroused but not getting him any where close to orgasm but he couldn’t bring himself to complain. It had been a long time since some one had taken their time with him.

He opened his eyes when Sophie released him. She got to her feet and held out a towel. “Why don’t we take this some place that’s a little drier and where I have room to work.”

Eliot flicked the drain release with his toe and stood up. He stepped out of the tub and reached for the towel but Sophie pulled it away. “Ah, ah, ah. I pamper you. Remember?”

Sophie stepped forward and started to slowly dry him off. It was all Eliot could do to not grab her and toss her onto the bed.

“There. All nice and dry. Go lay down on the bed. On your stomach. I’ll be right in.”

Eliot followed the orders and climbed on the bed. It took a moment to arrange his erection but he laid down on his front and waited for Sophie to return. He had a moment where he wondered if this was a joke pulled by the team, but he quickly brushed that idea away.

The bed dipped when Sophie climbed on. He looked over and saw that she had stripped down to her underwear. He reached out to her, but she grasped his arm and placed it back onto the bed. “No touching. Not until I say so.”

She crawled over and straddled his hips. She reached over to the side table and picked up the bottle of massage oil. Eliot jumped as the cool oil dripped onto his skin.

“Sorry ‘bout that. Suppose I should warm that up,” Sophie apologized. He could tell from her tone of voice that she was grinning, but he wasn’t about to complain and make her stop what she was doing.

He moaned as she expertly hit each tensed and knotted muscle and released the tension. After a while her touch gentled and she started licking and nipping his skin along his spine.

“I think it’s time for you to turn over.” She raised her self enough so that Eliot could turn over. He couldn’t help but notice that Sophie had gotten rid of her bra sometime during the massage.

He placed his hands behind his head to help remind himself that he wasn’t allowed to touch.

She smiled at him. “Good boy.” She leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss before settling herself. Eliot’s erection was nestled against her ass and she wiggled against it. “It’s good to see that you are enjoying yourself.”

She tilted more oil onto Eliot and started up the massage again. His hands grasped each other as he fought not to return the massage as her hands ran over his chest and played with his erect nipples and her mouth started following the trail her hands made. Each move she made shifted her ass against his cock.

Finally he couldn’t take it anymore. He grasped her shoulders and flipped them over so she was on her back with him over her. He ripped her panties off and took her mouth with his. His shoulders burned where her nails pressed into his skin. He pulled back and looked at her.

“Tell me you don’t want this,” he rasped.

“Oh, I want this. I want this very much.”

He reached over to the nightstand and pulled a condom out of the drawer. He quickly donned it and positioned himself. Just as he was about to push into her body he heard his front door open.

“Eliot? You home?”

Eliot and Sophie stared at each other in shock.

“Shit!” Eliot exclaimed as he jumped off the bed. He looked around frantically before spotting a pair of jeans. “Stay here,” he ordered as he yanked off the condom and pulled on the jeans. Luckily, the surprise at hearing Nate’s voice had deflated his erection enough for him to fasten the pants.

He hurried out of the bedroom. Nate was standing in his living room with a bottle of Scotch.

“Nate? What are you doin’ here?” Eliot asked.

“Ah, Eliot, there you are. I was thinking, I’d asked you to get hit by a car so I thought I would come over with something to help you to relax and to say thanks.” Nate’s eyes dropped. “But I guess you don’t need any help to relax,” Nate said with a grin.

Eliot looked down at his chest and saw lipstick marks covering it. “Uh, yeah. I’m good, Nate. Thanks for stopping by,” Eliot said, trying to hurry him out of the house.

“Yes, Nate, thank you for stopping by to check on Eliot.”

Eliot froze when he heard Sophie’s voice behind him. He turned around and found her dressed in one of his button down shirts and nothing else. He closed his eyes and winced. He turned back to Nate.

“Ah, Nate, this really isn’t-” He stopped. He really wasn’t sure how to finish that sentence.

“This isn’t what it looks like?” Nate asked, walking slowly forward. “Looks to me like I interrupted you and Sophie having sex. After all, the lipstick on your chest looks a lot like the lipstick she’s wearing.” He tossed the bottle of Scotch onto the couch.

“Nate it really isn’t-”

“Shut up, Eliot,” Nate said, his hand coming up. Eliot prepared himself for a punch. He wasn’t expecting Nate to grasp the back of his head and pull him into a hard kiss. Eliot’s mouth opened in shock and Nate took advantage, his tongue delving deep into Eliot’s mouth. All Eliot could do was to grasp Nate’s shoulders and try to hold on through the attack.

Finally Nate pulled back and Eliot stared at him in shock. “What was that?” Eliot sputtered out after a moment.

“If you have to ask, he clearly didn’t do it right,” Sophie said coming up behind Eliot. “Maybe he should do it again.”

“I have no complaints,” Nate replied with a grin.

“But- I- What-” Eliot stuttered.

Sophie grasped Eliot’s waist band and Nate’s collar and pulled them towards the bedroom. “Eliot, shut up and go with it.”

“Everyone keeps telling me to shut up,” he complained as he was pulled into the bedroom

“Shut up, Eliot,” Sophie and Nate chorused.

“Fine,” he grumbled. He was willing to banter with them, since he really had no idea what was going to happen here. He’d been sure that Nate was going to hit him when he found out about Sophie. The kiss had been a huge surprise.

He wasn’t going to lie, he’d thought about Nate before, but he’d made it obvious that he only had eyes for Sophie and he wasn’t about to get in the middle of that. Of course it was starting to look like he was in the middle of it anyway. He felt like a mouse trapped by two cats who were looking to eat him.

“I think you’re wearing too many clothes, Nate,” Sophie said.

“I don’t think Eliot is ready for me to lose any.”

“At least get rid of the coat.” Nate grinned at Sophie and took off the trenchcoat. He tossed it over the chair in the corner.

“That better?” he asked, his eyes never moving from Eliot’s.

“Much,” Sophie drawled.

Eliot grunted in surprise as Sophie pushed him down onto the bed. “Look at you. You’re all tensed up again after all that work I did. We’ll just have to relax you again.” Sophie leaned down and gave him a kiss that rivaled the one Nate had surprised him with. He buried a hand in her hair and pulled her closer. If she wasn’t worried about Nate, he wasn’t going to worry about him. Much. Even though he knew Nate was still in the room, he was startled by hands unbuttoning his jeans. He tried to pull away, but Sophie wasn’t letting him go.

He gasped in relief as his erection was freed from the tight constriction of his jeans. His hips jerked as a large hand wrapped around his cock. Sophie pulled back. “What’s wrong?” she asked. She looked back and saw Nate jacking off Eliot. “Oh, nothing’s wrong then.” She grinned at Eliot and returned to kissing him.

Eliot wasn’t sure what he was supposed to be doing. Should he just lay there? Should he try to participate, and if he should, how exactly was he supposed to do that?

“We don’t expect you to do anything, Eliot. We just expect you to lie back and take it,” Nate said.

Eliot frowned as much as he could around Sophie’s kiss. How the hell had Nate known what he was thinking. He shouted into Sophie’s mouth as Nate’s mouth closed around the tip of his cock.

Sophie sat up and they both looked down to where Nate was slowly going down on Eliot’s erection.

“Oh yes. That is so hot, Nate,” Sophie moaned. She pulled off Eliot’s shirt and ran a hand down her front and between her legs. Eliot pulled her hand away and replaced it with his own. She was wet and his fingers slid easily over her skin and finding her clit. “God, Eliot, don’t stop.”

Eliot groaned in disappointment when Nate pulled off of him. He watched as Nate reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out a condom. He tossed it onto Eliot’s chest. “I want to watch you fuck her.”

“Yes,” Sophie hissed. She pulled away and laid down on the bed. “Come on, Eliot. Finish what he interrupted earlier.”

Eliot picked up the condom and swallowed. He wasn’t sure if he could do this with Nate watching. He looked up at Nate. “Are you sure?” he asked.

“Oh yeah. I’m sure.”

Eliot sat up and climbed between Sophie’s legs. He rolled the condom onto his erection and then slid into her. “Shit,” he groaned. She was hot and tight.

“God. You’re big,” she moaned as he set up a slow rocking motion.

“You don’t have to flatter me,” he laughed lightly.

“I’m not flattering you. Just being honest.” She glanced to the side. “Look.”

Eliot looked over and saw Nate standing next to the bed. He’d removed his shirt and had unzipped his pants. He was slowly jacking himself as he watched them. Eliot was surprised at how much the sight turned him on. He looked away and buried his face in Sophie’s chest. He pulled one of her nipples into his mouth and bit down lightly.

He felt Sophie’s hands bury themselves into his hair to hold his head in place. He slowly increased the speed of his thrusts as Sophie moaned her encouragement. His hips shot forward in surprise as he felt hands separate his ass cheeks and a tongue against his anus.

“Oh! What was that?” Sophie asked. Eliot’s jaw was clenched as he tried to hold in a shout of pleasure as Nate’s tongue delved into his body. He felt Sophie lift her head to look over his shoulder. “Oh, yes. Nate, fuck him. I want to watch you pound into his body while he’s in me.” She dropped her head and looked at Eliot. “You’ll do that for me, yes? Let him take you while you’re taking me?”

At the moment Eliot didn’t think he could refuse either of them anything. He gave her a sharp nod. She smiled at him. “Good boy.” She reached over to the drawer and pulled out another condom and tossed it at Nate. She grabbed the massage oil and hit Nate in the shoulder with it. “Get on it with. I’m not going to last much longer and I don’t think Eliot will either.”

Eliot wasn’t about to argue with her. He was kind of amazed he hadn’t come already. This was one of the dreams he tried not to remember during the light of day. Something he didn’t think would ever happen.

He held still as Nate pressed two fingers into his body. It burned a little, but the burn was nice. It let him know that it was actually happening. The fingers thrust in and out a few times, spreading the oil.

“I’m good,” he bit out.

“Eliot-” Nate started to argue.

“I’m good. I beat people up and get beat up for a living. A little pain doesn’t scare me.”

He heard the sound of the condom wrapper ripping and then a larger blunt object pressed against him. He relaxed and pushed against it and Nate slid in. The burn was stronger but it only helped to make him hotter. It wasn’t long before Nate was fully inside him.

“I should have known you were a masochist,” Nate whispered into his ear. He pulled out and thrust back in. Eliot grunted at the move. After a few more thrusts, Eliot remembered that Sophie was still with them. He looked down and saw her massaging her own breasts, pulling at the nipples. He dropped his head and pulled one into his mouth, sucking hard.

Her back bowed as her inner walls clenched his cock as he was forced harder into her with every one of Nate’s thrusts.

“Harder, Nate. Fuck him harder,” she cried out. Eliot wedged a hand between them and used his thumb to rub her clit. It wasn’t long before her body clenched in orgasm. That seemed to be the sign that Nate was waiting for and he sped up and thrust harder into Eliot’s body.

Eliot threw back his head as his prostate was hit over and over by the head of Nate’s cock. It wasn’t long before the combination of the hard shaft in his ass and the hot wetness surrounding his cock as Sophie came again brought him over the edge harder than he could ever remember.

He tried to keep his weight off of Sophie as he came down from his orgasm. Nate still thrusting hard into his body. Finally Nate gave one last hard thrust and came deep in Eliot’s body.

They were still for moment, the only sound was their heavy breathing. Nate slowly pulled out of Eliot and Eliot slid out of Sophie. They removed and discarded their condoms before collapsing onto the bed.

“Hope you don’t mind if we stay for a bit to recover?” Sophie asked as she cuddled into Eliot. She looked over his shoulder at Nate who was grinning at her from behind Eliot.

“Nope, stay however long you’d like,” Eliot said, quickly sliding into sleep.

“We’ll take you up on that.” Nate's voice was the last thing he heard.


Nate and Sophie gently slid out of the bed, trying not to wake Eliot up. They went out into the living room heedless of their lack of clothes. Sophie went into the kitchen and started the kettle of water.

"Well, that went well," Nate said with a grin.

"Yes it did. I told you it would work."

"So you did. I should have had more faith. Now we just need to figure out how to keep him from bolting the minute he wakes up." Nate sat down in one of the chairs in the breakfast nook.

"We could always handcuff him to the bed until we get a chance to talk to him."

Nate grinned at her as he pulled her down into his lap. "We could. Or we could just keep fucking him until he's too exhausted to run."

"Or we could do both. Then after he's too exhausted and tied up we can let him know that this isn't a one time thing."

"Sounds like we have a plan," Nate grinned.