[Leverage] risky business [Eliot/Hardison]
risky business;
Leverage:
Eliot Spencer/Alec Hardison;
U-Rated, 345words;
Written for comment_fic prompt: “Computer cords can not be used as restraints!”/ “Says who?”.
“Computer cords can not be used as restraints!” Hardison choked the words out, his mouth agape with horror as he watched Eliot just yank the cords out the back of his PC.
“Says who?” Eliot asked with a grin as wicked as the glint in his eyes. He stood from his crouched position, a cord held in either hand.
“Says me!” Hardison huffed, folding his arms across his chest and shooting Eliot a glare. “I ain't letting you tie me up with those, not with my own damn wiring.”
“Are you sure about that?” Eliot asked, inching forward.
Hardison took a step back only to find himself tripping back onto his own computer chair. He landed heavily on the seat, scrambling for balance as Eliot pushed into his personal space, leering over him.
He held his hands up defensively; the plan was to shove Eliot back and put some space between himself and those cords, but instead of that he found himself being twisted, the chair spinning him to face the opposite wall seconds before his hands were grabbed and pulled behind him, Eliot's fingers swift at tying his wrists first together and then to the chair.
“You were saying?” Eliot breathed out against the shell of Hardison’s ear, his breath hot and heavy. Hardison found himself swallowing nervously as Eliot moved away, spinning him slowly back round to face him.
“Okay, you’ve made your point, can you-,” Hardison tugged at his arms, finding no give in the impromptu restraints.
Eliot grinned, leaning in to him. “What, Hardison? Let you go?”
“Uh-,” Hardison replied ineloquently, thrown by Eliot’s sudden proximity; he could feel his every exhale tingling against the flesh of his lips and it made him want to lick them.
“I don’t think I want to do that, Hardison.” Eliot said, still with that infernal grin. “Not now that I’ve got you right where I want you.”
“Yeah?” Hardison managed to ask, giving in and licking his lips.
“Yeah,” Eliot responded, watching Hardison’s tongue as it flicked out across his bottom lip. “Oh, yeah.”
fin.