Something More To Love About You

Written for the schmoop_bingo prompt of "Playing an instrument"

Fandom : Supernatural/Leverage

Pairing : Dean/Eliot (Fits in the same 'verse as "I Keep Your Picture" and "How It All Began" – kind of a future timestamp)

Rating : PG-13

Word count : a little over 600 words

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Something More To Love About You

Dean woke late and for once felt rested. It was a sign, a sign of just how relaxed and at home he felt here with Eliot. He couldn't remember the last time he'd slept so well unmedicated. Actually he could, it had been the last time he was here with Eliot. He hadn't been able to stay long then, but he was determined this time would be different. He hadn't told anyone where he was going, just that he needed some time. He'd got his cell with him so it wasn't like they couldn't get in touch if they needed him.

It had been Castiel who suggested that he came, backed up by Bobby so it wasn't like they wouldn't put two and two together anyway. Sam . . . Sam was a different matter. He sighed; Sam was always a different matter.

Shoving thoughts of Sam to one side, he started to get up, noticing for the first time the sounds of music drifting up the stairs. It wasn't anything he recognized, but it sounded right up Eliot's street. He smiled, yeah, Eliot was pretty predictable. Not that he would admit it any time soon, but whatever it was wasn't half bad. He half-laughed at himself, Eliot was clearly having more of an effect on him than a good night's sleep!

He made his way downstairs, trying to figure out a suitable jibe that he could make about the music; light enough that Eliot would know he was teasing, rather than actually offensive. He didn't want to ruin the time he'd got with Eliot now with a nonsensical disagreement.

He padded softly down the hall to the living room, peering round the door to see what Eliot was doing, only to be stunned by the sight before him. He stepped back in shock. He hadn't known that about Eliot and it brought back to him just how much was still missing between them.

The music stopped and he heard Eliot's footsteps as he crossed the room. "So you coming in then?" Eliot asked as he leaned against the door. "Not sneaky enough, dude, if you want to sneak up on me!"

"You - you play the guitar!" Dean stammered.

Eliot ducked his head, one hand coming up to rub nervously at his neck, "Yeah, kinda . . . just a little you know. I'm not good or anything."

Dean couldn't believe what he was hearing. He stepped closer, invading his boyfriend's space and bringing one hand up to his arm to pull him in tight. "Not just a little," he murmured against Eliot's ear, "Sounded a darn sight better than that to me. I wanna listen some more. You'll play some more for me, right?"

"You want to hear it?" Eliot sounded genuinely surprised. "I mean I know it's not exactly your thing, Dean. You don't have to listen just to humor me!"

Dean almost growled, his voice was so low as he answered, "I find out my boyfriend plays the guitar and you think I'm not going to want to listen. You think that's not going to be my thing! Think again, moron!"

Eliot shrugged and started to say something, but Dean just cut him off with a rough kiss, then pushed him backwards into the room and toward the chair he'd been sitting in before. Eliot's face was flushed with embarrassment and nerves as he picked up his guitar and his fingers began to move over the strings. Dean moved to the chair opposite and sat down to listen, an affectionate smile on his face as Eliot's confidence returned and he began to lose himself in the music.