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

"I think you might be a little surprised at how effective we might be at keeping you just where we want you," Hardison challenged, raising his eyebrow a little. "I mean, ain't no one gonna gonna stop you from tryin'. I just don't think you're gonna get very far."

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Eliot took a look at the new arrangement and grinned. He could definitely get out of it. Probably not without Parker clinging to his back like a baby sloth, though. "That sounds a bit like a challenge, to me."

Then he leaned up to give Parker another kiss. Since she was the one on top of him, and all, and he didn't want Hardison to pull something trying to lean that far over his own legs.

Distraction was always fair play.

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Mmmmmmmmmmm Eliot kisses! Very distracting. Very occupying. Yaaay!

Also, Hardison kisses. She was in favor of this too. In a minute. Hopefully he ws watching, though.

Edited Date: 2015-05-12 04:12 am (UTC)

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Oh indeeeeeed he was. Watching and grinning and maybe shifting a little as his pants grew tighter. Damn his partners were incredibly sexy. When he was kissing one or the other of them, he usually had his eyes closed and his attention focused on experiencing the kiss. Now, removed slightly (but still a part of the action anyway) he could notice little details he'd normally miss. The cut of Eliot's lower lip. The slight flush to Parker's cheeks. The way Eliot's hand reached, stuttered to a stop, and then gently cupped her face, as if he was still surprised that he was allowed. And then how his hands grew firmer, more ardent when he remembered that he wasn't just allowed, but welcomed. The way Parker sometimes went perfectly still, as if she was cataloging each sensation in her mind, putting them away in mental lockboxes to turn over like diamonds at a later date.

Yeah, Hardison was distracted. Very much so.

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Just how Eliot wanted him!

Though his plan had backfired a little. Eliot himself was now also very distracted. He tried to shift forward again, only to find himself pinned down by Hardison's legs. The hand not against Parker's cheek flapped a bit in the air before finding its way to Hardison's thigh and slowly rubbing upwards.

Okay, new plan. Which likely would end up with him more tangled than anything else, but hey. He was flexible.

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Parker, meanwhile, was focused. Very focused. Hmm. Maybe Hardison could help her take off her shirt here?

Which would be when she got one arm out of one sleeve, the other arm out of the other sleeve, and made a flaily motion at Hardison that probably indicated he was supposed to lift that over her head here the next time she paused for breath, please and thank you.

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Hardison was already inching slightly closer to give Eliot's hand more room to explore, so Parker's request came at an opportune time. Leaning forward, he placed his hands on her sides and slowly slid them up her torso, peeling her shirt off and tossing it away.

Yeah, it had probably been slower than Parker had wanted, but like Hardison was going to pass up a chance to caress her.

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Eliot leaned back, breath catching in his throat as he took the opportunity to do a little watching of his own. Parker and Hardison had such a remarkable ease about them, whatever they were doing, so long as it was together. He had to remind himself that they wanted him here, that he wasn't intruding on what they'd built together.

It was awesome, in every sense of the word, and intimidating as all hell, and Eliot had no idea how he was so lucky to find himself here, welcome to become a part of it.

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Parker leaned in and gave Hardison a nice long kiss for being so helpful, unable to stop smiling. Because she was here with her two guys, and they were together too, and Eliot had come here and they hadn't had to invade his space, and...

Ohhh, yes. Kissing. Hardison. Which was different from kissing Eliot but still awesome after a year, and there were lots of tiny differences but she trusted both of them, and that was was why everything was--

good. She didn't have a better word for it than that.

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Right. The word she was looking for was right. It wasn't perfect. Their lives weren't perfect and neither were they; all three of them broken in their own ways and none of them would trust perfection if it came knocking on their doors. But this, this bone-deep rightness? That they could trust in, the way Parker trusted her rigs and Hardison his programming and Eliot his fists.

He kissed Parker deeply, opening his mouth to her, exploring her mouth like it was the first time all over again, and finally leaned back, grinning, and yanked his shirt off. "Can't really reach him, not sittin' like this," he told Parker. "So you're gonna have to deliver that for me, a'ight, mama?"

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Eliot's snort was actually rather more of a chuckle. "What is this, kiss-telephone?" He let his hand wander higher up Hardison's leg. "You know, you could just come over here and give it to me yourself."

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Hardison was pretty sure there was a reason he wasn't supposed to move, but whatever it was couldn't hold up against the lure of getting to kiss Eliot himself. There was some minor rearranging as he pulled his legs back and shifted over to get close enough to deliver that kiss personally, but it was all for a worthy goal. "Scuse me, baby girl," he said as he set Parker aside, at least for the moment.

"Ain't gotta ask me twice," he said, eyes dark and voice coming from somewhere deep in his chest. And then he folded himself up to straddle Eliot and give him that kiss he was owed, hand immediately sliding behind the back of Eliot's head to play with his hair.

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"Less talking, more kissing," Parker directed, and then placed a kiss on Hardison's neck to seal the deal.

The couch was probably going to be stress-tested again tonight.

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Eliot was pretty sure there was another reason he was getting Hardison to move, too, but then the man started playing with his hair and why the hell would he want to get up, anyway? This spot right here was damn near perfect.

He couldn't keep back the little moan that made its way up his throat, but then, really, he didn't try very hard.

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Hardison had every faith the couch would survive. And if it didn't, they'd buy a new one that was rated for a ridiculous amount of...everything.

"Yes'm," Hardison choked out, hips bucking at the feel of Parker's lips on his neck. Also, dammit, Eliot, be more shirtless! He couldn't really help with that with his hand knotted in Eliot's hair and his mouth surging back to claim Eliot's own in a dark and hungry, rather demanding kiss.

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Parker could help with that, though. She and Hardison were already on the same wavelength tonight. Last time she'd done it like a magic trick, ta-da; this time she took her time, and maybe bestowed a kiss on each guy for every button of Eliot's she undid. Kind of like a reverse reward, or something.

Oh, and taking Hardison's belt when he was occupied too. They might need that for later.

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Eliot really had to stop wearing undershirts.

He moaned again when Hardison bucked, bringing his own hips up to meet him -- as best he could without dislodging the two people once again pinning him to the couch, anyway. He worked one arm free of both shirts, then wrapped it around Hardison's waist while he worked on the other one.

He appreciated that lack of belt; it made it easier for him to slip his hand under the back of Hardison's pants.

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Hardison was fully prepared to keep cutting Eliot out of his undershirts if that was what was required to get him to stop wearing them. Look! Hardison's shirt came off and there was just chest beneath it to play with! Not more cloth to interfere with all the licking and nibbling and biting and everything else that went along with being topless.

You were welcome, Leverage.

Groaning, Hardison leaned backwards, offering said bare chest to Eliot while reaching for Parker to pull her in for another kiss as well. The quick little kisses she'd given them while removing buttons hadn't been nearly enough; teasing before the main event. And as punishment for Eliot's continued refusal to be properly naked from the waist up, he was going to tweak his nipple through the fabric of his tee shirt. Take that.

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Good, having Hardison hang on to her meant she could shed her own jeans and underwear, lips occupied with kissing him deeper than before. There. Naked achieved!

The kiss took up all her attention for a minute, but reaching out for Eliot happened in there somewhere, as well as running fingers through his hair.

Guys, consider her nakedness a suggestion.

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Eliot was working on it, dammit! Just because Parker apparently had some sort of thievery based naked switch she could flip and have her clothes just fall off. . . .

He managed to get his other arm free, and paused in his attention to Hardison's nipple to pull both his shirts -- button-down and under- -- off and toss them aside.

Leaving both hands free now to work on getting Hardison's pants out of the way.

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It took another moment or two, but eventually Hardison broke his kiss with Parker to grin at Eliot. "Much better," he approved, grinding his hips into Eliot's again. If anyone asked, he was shifting his weight to help get his pants out of the way. Ignore the smirk and gasp that most certainly said otherwise.

"Damn, we are sexy," he added, leaning over to bite Parker's pale shoulder. "An' y'all should kiss again. I ain't never gonna get tired of watchin' that."

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Parker was okay with that! She gave Hardison a very quick kiss for the suggestion, then settled in to nip and bite at Eliot's lips, giggling a little at the gasping from Hardison. "Bossy tonight," she whispered to Eliot. Knowing Hardison could still here her just fine. "Good thing I have his belt to keep him still. Later."

She'd pretty much lost track of where everyone's hands and body parts were now that they were all more naked. Kissing Eliot was always a good plan though.

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Eliot was absolutely a fan of it, as well. "Why do I get the feelin' you won't be satisfied till you've got us both tied to the bed?" Eliot asked. Well, in a few less words. And broken up frequently with the kissing.

He bucked his hips up against Hardison again, a reminder that someone still needed room to get his own pants off.

And, you know, to hear him gasp again.

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Hardison was a certified genius; easily the smartest person (IQ-wise anyway) that any of the three of them had ever met, at least before coming to the island. But that didn't mean he was always bright. Especially not when most of the blood in his body was surging ever quickly southward.

Eliot got the gasp he was angling floor. He also got a sharp cry, Hardison's adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he panted hard. But Hardison didn't take it as a reminder to help get Eliot's pants off. Nope, he was taking that opportunity to fall forward and sink his teeth into the side of Eliot's neck, the hand in his hair giving a sharp tug..

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