Under Your Liquefying Gaze

Written for the prompt : Leverage/Supernatural, Eliot/Dean, sometimes he thinks he could just liquify under that gaze

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Under Your Liquefying Gaze

They're in a bar, it's quiet and they've been playing pool and drinking for the last couple of hours. Dean's relaxed as he circles the table lining up his next shot. He can feel Eliot's eyes on him, like they've been on him all evening.

It's been a while since they've had time together and even longer since they've had time together so this is a great way to spend the evening. He leans over, laying the cue in position and slowly but surely makes the shot to down another ball. He smirks as he stands, eyes resting on Eliot where the man was clearly watching his ass.


Eliot is fighting the urge to blush when Dean looks up and with a tilt of his lips and eyebrow indicates that he knows exactly what Eliot was watching and it wasn't the shot he'd just taken. He figures he's probably lost the battle when Dean's eyes gleam brighter and he walks across to the wall where Eliot is leaning.

"Wanna call it quits?" Dean asks, quietly, but intent clear.

Eliot nods, he loves it when Dean's like this, feels like his insides are melting and he's just liquefying under that gaze. Who needs pool or beer when they can have this instead?