What, was &quot;Rudy&quot; on cable last night?

Hardison was turning towards him at the same time, prepared to offer an invite back to their place where a far more subtle seduction was planned. But then the words that had come out of Eliot's mouth registered in his brain and coordination flew out the window. He managed to get out a strangled "Ahh--" before tripping and knocking into Eliot.

This, he had not expected. Even with the flirting before, it had failed to occur to him that Eliot might have a) figured out the grand Plan E and b) beat them to the punch.

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Parker stared from one to the other for a minute, brain whirring a million miles a minute.

"My kisses are magic!"

... that was a yes, Eliot. Wait. "Yes. We both say yes!"

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Eliot, being Eliot (and, you know, not currently suffering from shock), didn't so much as stumble when Hardison knocked into him, instead catching him and steadying him by the arm. "And this is why I didn't just ask in there," he said, unable to keep from grinning.

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You know, there were benefits to this whole stumbling like an idiot thing. Example one: currently being against Eliot. See? He was a genius. "Girl, I told you they were," he said, unable to stop grinning. "I mean, yeah man," he said, trying to play it cool and missing by roughly a mile. "I mean, if you're down. I'm pretty sure we didn't have anything on our agenda for the rest of the evenin'."

Which reminded him of their conversation earlier.

"Wait--is this what you meant about plans?"

Best Eliot. Very best.

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"Oh! Oh oh oh oh and we're the people you had your eye on!"

Both guys were getting hugged at once here in Parker's excitement, because finally, and also: "I was worried!"

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"Yes," Eliot said, and tugged on Hardison's arm and leaned into Parker's hug to try and get the two of them moving, because there was an inside where they could be having this conversation. An inside where the admittedly amazing clothing they were all wearing could be removed. "And I thought I was layin' it on too thick. I let Hardison play with my hair, for chrissake."

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That was enough to get Hardison moving, at least. "'Let'?" he scoffed. "Man, don't even front. I started messin' with you hair an' you were done. If I were less of a gentleman, I coulda convinced you to bail right then."

Big words for the guy who'd been literally left flat-footed not a minute before.

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"I get to play with your hair now too, right?" Parker asked, leaning into Eliot, one hand going up to his neck. "It's pretty hair. We were going to ask you tonight, but we just decided tonight, because we didn't want you going home with someone else first." She stopped and whistled for a rickshaw. "Vamanos!"

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And there Eliot went with the eyes falling shut and the leaning into it. And a tiny thrill of panic at the realization that he really was pretty much done when either of them did that.

Eliot was not good at vulnerability.

"Yeah, and what exactly was the endgame of 'plan E'?"

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Hardison didn't stumble this time. Instead he coughed a few times and looked around, ostentatiously not looking at either Parker or Eliot. "What man? Didn't catch that."

Aww yeah. Nailed it.

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Parker was walking backwards toward their place now, looking as innocent as she could, given what they were planning when they got home. The rickshaw probably wasn't going to get fast enough to be worth it.

"Endele!" Yeah, she wasn't going to even try to address that.

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"I think Parker has officially run out of patience for your slow-playin' it," Eliot told Hardison.

Why, yes, he still had a good grip on Hardison's arm. Why did you ask?

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"This is what happens when you don't tell me I'm takin' too long," Hardison said, spotting their rickshaw turning onto their street. "Really, this is all your fault."

And, since he'd just been accused of slow-playing it, could he really be blamed for leaning in to steal a quick kiss?

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"Eeeee."

Yes, that's what Plan E stands for, Eliot.

Parker didn't take her eyes off her guys as she stuck her arm out in the street and said, "Luke's, twenty bucks in it if you get us there in two minutes and don't look in the back."

Then, "My turn!"

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Oh hey. Those were Hardison's lips on him. Eliot barely had time to register it, and was attempting to chase those lips back when he realized what Parker was saying.

"Yeah, darlin'," he said, and turned to chase her lips instead, his hand still firmly on Hardison's arm. "That sounds like a plan."

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"Damn thief," Hardison pretended to grumble, electing to kiss the spot on the back of Eliot's neck instead. "Always makin' out with the good stuff."

Yeah, the phrase was 'making off.' Hardison's wording still stood.

"Youse guys gettin' in or what?" the rickshaw driver asked, sounding unimpressed with the display on the sidewalk. Please. This was Fandom. He'd seen way weirder than three adults making out. Hell, they were all human, BIG DEAL. "That two minutes don't start till youse all get in."

"Y'all think maybe we should continue this back at the loft?"

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Eliot was a good kisser! As expected!

Parker took a second to blow a raspberry at the rickshaw driver, then pulled at the guy's jackets to get into the rickshaw.

Right, since she was the furthest one in, that meant her legs were across the guy's laps as she snickered into Eliot's ear and played with his hair. Good plan!

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Eliot was absolutely not complaining. He threw his arm around Parker -- to hold her in, you know, these rickshaws weren't necessarily built for threeway make-outs -- what the hell? Why was he even trying to make excuses anymore? He threw his arm around Parker to throw his arm around Parker.

Speaking of not making excuses. "We'll do that, too," he said. "But I've been waiting to do this all night." And he leaned in to give Hardison a much slower kiss than Hardison had given him.

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Hardison loved everything about tonight. Everything in the world. Especially the feel of Eliot's lips on his and the taste of his mouth, flavored slightly by Parker's lipgloss, and knowing she was right there, watching, getting ready to take her turn...

He twined his fingers into Eliot's hair and opened his mouth. No, seriously, everything was amazing.

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"You're here. Pay up," said the rickshaw driver, pulling to stop.

Parker leaned over the seat to shove a twenty at him, grinning. "Nice job. Out out out guys, c'mon, upstairs is warmer!"

Although things were plenty warm right now, yes they were!

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"Yeah, yeah, we're goin'." Eliot could not have told you what the rickshaw driver looked like to save his life, but he was his favorite rickshaw driver ever, now. He pushed at Hardison and pulled at Parker and, sure, he'd originally figured on this ending up at his place, but that was way too far away. "Thanks, man!"

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"I think you mean hotter," Hardison said, slipping the driver another twenty, because like he'd noticed Parker paying. "But yeah, no, upstairs is definitely where we need to be."

He was only too happy to lead the way upstairs, knowing that his ass looked amazing in these pants and opened the door faster than he ever had in his entire life. "Please tell me I didn't arm the security system," he mumbled. "I do not have the patience to--"

BEEP. SECURITY SYSTEM ENGAGED.

"Dammit," he said, putting aside sexy to turn off the alarms. Well, putting aside most of the sexy. He could still give a few inviting looks over the monitor.

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Parker grinned and took a selfie of them all. Then sent it to them.

Then kicked off her shoes and went back leeeeeeeaning on Eliot, watching Hardison.

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Eliot wrapped his arms around Parker's waist (seriously, how had this taken them so long?) and watched Hardison do his thing. "I'm usually a fan of security, man? But we might haveta start without ya."

He was kidding. They would not start without Hardison. That'd be stupid.

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"You think I wouldn't enjoy watchin'?" Hardison asked. "Be hot as hell, man. But damn, this whole thing is your fault."

Because when they'd mistakenly thought they were in charge, Hardison had figured that showing Eliot that they were taking security seriously would, you know, make him happy about things.

"Though I'mma warn y'all. You get too far without me, an' I'mma get so distracted I'mma forget to turn the alarm off."

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"Ooo." Parker kissed Eliot once, fast, then grinned into his face. "How fast do you think Hardison can get the code in if we both distract him?"

Yeah, that ought to make things interesting.

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"Dunno, darlin'." Eliot let go of her long enough to slip his jacket off, leaving it on the floor by Parker's shoes, then leaned over to kiss her bare shoulder, peering at Hardison over it. "I'm bettin' we can be mighty distracting."

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"'Y'all ain't even fair," Hardison said, loosening his tie and folding his jacket over the back of the couch. He kept his waistcoat on, because it looked good. He knew it. "I had to make his passcode unhackable, you know. It's got shifting encryption and--unf." Why did they have to be so sexy?

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Parker kicked the door closed behind them, so they weren't just standing in the doorway. Then proceeded to keep leaning Eliot into the wall. This was fun. Not any nerves at all!

"Hey. Hey. He's ticklish," Parker whispered to Eliot. "But don't do that 'til afters, or he gets out of breath too fast." Kiss, kiss. Kiss behind the ear. Kiss on the jaw. And a wink for Hardison. "Hmmmmm."

"Hurry up, Hardison!"

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First she talked about Hardison being ticklish, and then the dress came off. Forget Hardison, Eliot was distracted. And he just barely managed not to instinctively turn his back to give her privacy. Instead, he tugged his shirt out of his pants and pulled it up over his head, bypassing the buttons.

He probably should have skipped the undershirt, tonight. But it kept the dress shirt falling nicely!

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"This ain't even faaaaaair!" Hardison singsonged. "Kinda haaaate you." His fingers were flying over the keys as he scrambled to put his shattered focus back together. If he messed up even once--

BZZZZT! INCORRECT DATA INPUT.

That happened. And Hardison had to start all over again. "Woman, you are both damn distracting! Put you damn dress back on--never mind, I did not say that, ignore me!"

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Parker took that moment to fall laughing over the couch.

"Hey, I found the remote I lost!"

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Eliot took a moment to just lean back against the wall and watch the two of them, Parker topless, Hardison in his waistcoat. He talked a good game, sure, but there was no way his karma was good enough to deserve this. He was just goddamn lucky.

Then he shook the moment of introspection off and went over to lean on the couch over Hardison's shoulder.

"Not now, Parker. You're distractin' him."

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"Don't think I don't see what you're doin', Eliot," Hardison said. "I just want you to know that I am fully aware of what you are up to."

And he appreciated the hell out of it so don't you move.

Another few keystrokes and the system powered down. "There," he said. "Done. I'm comin' now, a'ight?" He turned and punctuated that with a quick nip to Eliot's neck.

"Let's get that party started, y'all."

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Boing, boing, and Parker had already flipped back up, standing on the couch, arms around Eliot's neck from the other side.

"Yes! You guys are wearing too many clothes." And she leaned over Eliot's shoulder to kiss Hardsion. "Especially you! Plan E is in effect!"

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"Yeah, we're gonna have to have a talk about that, later." It was hard to be grumpy when Parker was all wrapped around him like that, though. "Like -- tomorrow. Or somethin'." He reached over to try unbuttoning Hardison's waistcoat and help him catch up.

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"Mmmhmm!" Hardison gave Eliot a thumbs up, but it was hard to speak with his mouth possessed by Parker. Which he had no arguments with. He leaned back to give Eliot more room to work on his waistcoat, tangling one hand in his hair and another in Parker's.

Why had they waited so long for this, exactly?

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There was probably going to be a loud argument about that. Tomorrow.

Parker already had somehow divested Hardison of his tie, and was now attempting to tie it around Eliot's head like a head-tie of some kind.

"We'll get to the bed later," she decided. "The couch is right here. And tomorrow's Saturday."

Lots and lots and lots of time!

...there had been all this stuff about trying not to scare people with new ideas.

Parker felt that this was the best idea ever.

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And, you know, there were Eliot's commitment issues. Which would still have to be dealt with eventually.

"Swear to god, Parker, if that ends up bein' a blindfold. . . ."

Well, okay, that could be kinda fun if that happened. But maybe not on the first time out.

Eliot had finished with the waistcoat and was starting in on Hardison's shirt. There were some fantastic pecs in there he growing quite impatient to get to.

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"Hell no," Hardison said. "We wouldn't do that to you. If anything, maybe wrist restraints, sure, but ain't nobody gonna blindfold you."

Not the first night.

"C'mere," he said, voice growing deeper. He cupped the back of Eliot's head and attempted to pull him up for another deep kiss. "Babe, get the rest of my buttons?"

Because he wasn't sure how much longer they could maintain just making out. This night was several years in the making.

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"Look! It's magic!"

... and all Hardison's buttons were open. And his fly.

Parker started climbing over Eliot's shoulder, if he wasn't careful. "I can do his too!"

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Well, it wasn't like they didn't already know Eliot liked handcuffs on occasion, thanks to Mikel. And power-play. And, as Hardison was learning now when Eliot closed his teeth gently around his lower lip, some biting.

Then Parker's weight threw Eliot off balance and he tumbled over onto the couch, laughing.

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"Woman! You need to be careful!" Hardison said, also laughing. "He coulda tore my lip clean off and then we'd all be sad." Because sure, trip to the hospital, but, more important. no kissing. He sat up and stripped his shirt off, then kicked off his shoes to land somewhere in the apartment and shucked his pants off, too, making sure to toe his socks off before his pants were lost.

"I think..." he said slowly, getting up and walking around to the back of the couch, "that we just gotta get the rest of Eliot's clothes off and then we're really be able to heat things up here." So saying, he leaned down and grasped Eliot's wrists, trying to gently pull Eliot's arms up behind his head. "Pants and your undershirt? For shame, man. Catch up."

And then he nipped hard at Eliot's ear and winked at Parker.

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... who eeled her way out from under Eliot (and that was nice friction, woo!) holding one of his wrists in place for a second for Hardison to grab as she slithered to the other end of the couch. Pulling down Eliot's jeans and underwear as she went.

"You know, you look a little silly with just your undershirt," she said hopefully, dropping his jeans on the nearest chair, then hopping up on the couch's armrest. "Hardison can take care of that for you."

Her hose and underwear were gone too. Somehow. She gave Hardison a sly look. "Teamwork!"

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Hey, he'd've gotten around to it! He was just busy teasing Hardison first!

. . . right, this was pretty fair.

Eliot gave a token squirm against the wrist-grabbing, but he was curious enough to see where they were going with it not to twist his way out. He tipped his head to get a better look at naked Parker on the armrest, then looked up at Hardison. "Well? You heard her. Teamwork."

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"Yo," Hardison said, liking the grip he had on Eliot's wrists. There was something incredibly sexy about Eliot, retrieval specialist, giving up control when they all knew he could be free in seconds. "How much you really like that undershirt?"

He didn't give Eliot enough time to answer. Please. Like he couldn't recognize a black Hanes all-cotton tanktop when he saw one. Transferring Eliot's wrists into a one-handed grip, he reached behind him for a...something. Anything sharp. Pair of scissors on his desk? Perfect.

And with a couple of quick snips, Eliot's tank was a puddle of black fabric on the couch.

"Teamwork, baby."

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