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

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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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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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"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."