The New Leverage Headquarters (the loft above Luke's), Sunday night

[vdistinctive]

Eliot got back to the island much later than he'd originally expected. After the cemetery, Trudy had dragged him home to properly meet his nieces and nephew, and reacquaint with his brother-in-law. It'd all been ridiculously overwhelming, and he and Trudy hadn't been done arguing, and Trudy hadn't even been close to done hitting him -- and Eliot hadn't been able to wipe the smile back off his face until the moment Jake had mentioned inviting his father over for dinner. (Trudy had talked Jake right back out of that idea, thank god, so Eliot didn't have to hear his dad refuse.)

It was well after dark by the time he got back to the island, and he was exhausted -- and not even remotely ready to go back to his quiet house. So he headed for Luke's instead, stopping in the dining room just long enough to grab some of the day's leftover cold cuts and rolls on his way upstairs.

He knocked on the door, smiling to himself as he thought back on the conversations through the day. And how he'd laid claim to Hardison and Parker out loud. Announced them to his sister. "Come out."

It was a hell of a thing.

[ooc: for thems on the other side of the door.]

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[geniuswithasmartphone]

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.

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

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.

[vdistinctive]

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.

[geniuswithasmartphone]

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.

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

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.

[vdistinctive]

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.

[geniuswithasmartphone]

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."

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

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.

[vdistinctive]

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.

[geniuswithasmartphone]

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..

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

"Ow," Parker complained, as trying to rearrange herself had her bumping her funny-bone into Eliot. Then she giggled and muttered in Hardison's sinister Movie Voice, "We're gonna have to get a bigger bed." Because she was about to fall off this couch.

Also, time to wrap her arms around Hardison to keep *him* from falling anywhere.

[vdistinctive]

You mean once Hardison was done with the biting and hair pulling? (Eliot was not complaining about the biting or the hair pulling.) "Or any bed," he said, and bucked up with his hips again, this time enough to shift Hardison's weight more onto Parker than himself. He undid his fly and managed to slide out of his pants and up over the back of the couch in a move that suggested just how much he'd managed to pick up from Parker, over the years.

He stood naked and grinning, his hands on his hips, and looked at his lovers. "Well whaddaya know. I did escape."

And then darted back to the bedroom with a whoop when they got up to come after him.

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"Ninjas," Hardison grumbled, rolling off Parker and stealing another kiss as he did so. "Why both my lovers gotta be damn ninjas?"

Not that he could pretend to be grumpy for long, not with a naked Parker next to him and a naked Eliot a few feet away and a large bed just waiting for naked all of them. "Got my belt, babe?" he asked, pushing himself up to his feet. "Let's go show Eliot what we mean when we mean business."