Fanfiction || The Intervention Job || OT3 || Part Three
Title: The Intervention Job
Author: Sapphire Smoke cuzimastripper
Fandom: Leverage
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Hardison/Parker/Eliot
Length Thus Far: 37,297 words
Summery: Sophie's been in the habit of holding interventions ever since the one with Nate, and this time Hardison is her next victim.
A/N: Yes, it turned into a OT3. My bad. And with OT3 comes naughtiness, because I'll take any excuse to get Parker naked.
Other Parts: PART ONE | PART TWO
CHAPTER TEN
The Possible Mistake
Eliot had one whole day of peace. A whole twenty four hours until someone had to come in and make with the head screwing again. While he figured it would be Hardison, mainly because Eliot did pretty much all but verbalize his acceptance on the matter, at least to him, Nate’s been working them around the clock, dealing with a job that involves a corrupt Mayor and a whole shit load of heroin. So they haven’t had much time to see each other, let alone talk or do, you know, whatever else that they would do.
The difference between Parker and Hardison? Hardison respects his space. He’ll knock, ring the doorbell, call… whatever. Parker? Parker just fucking shows up standing next to your bed and gives you a heart attack.
Which was exactly what happened. Minus the heart attack, and plus him grabbing her arm and pulling her down on the bed and pinning her down, arms behind her back. She’s damn near fucking lucky he didn’t dislocate something, because all he saw of her when he woke up was a shadow. He didn’t realize who he had underneath him until Parker yelled, “Ow! ELIOT!”
“Parker??” Eliot sleepily grumbles as he lets her go and flops back down on his back on the bed and rubs his eyes. God damnit, he only gets a few hours of sleep at night, he really didn’t need her here right now. “Go away,” he mumbles.
But she doesn’t, though he wasn’t really expecting it to be that easy. Instead she brushes herself off and sits up, right next to him on the bed. She’s looking down at him, and Eliot covers his eye with his forearm. God damnit all to hell.
“I need to talk to you,” she tells him.
“Jesus. What? It’s fuckin’…” he looks over at his bedside clock, “Three fourty five in the damn morning.”
“I keep having these dreams,” she tells him, and he lets out a breath and tries very hard not to roll his eyes. If she came over here cause she’s having nightmares, he’s gonna scream. Does he look like her daddy? Crawl into bed and…
Lord. He’s not finishing that sentence.
“What dreams?” he plays along, because hell, he knows that if he doesn’t than it’s gonna take longer to get her to leave.
“I don’t want to tell you,” she says. Yeah, he already wants to hit something.
“Then why the fuck did you-?”
“I just wanna sleep with you… please?”
Shit. Normally he’d say no, get the hell out of my house, and just roll over and pass out for another hour… but it’s the way she said it. So damn vulnerable. He really hates that he gives a shit sometimes. But he was tired, and he didn’t want to argue, so he lifts up the covers as a sign of acceptance. She smiles and climbs in next to him.
Great, that’s over with. Time to get some shut eye.
They both lay in bed for awhile, until Eliot starts to realize how much closer she’s getting to him. Their legs were touching now, and Eliot was about to tell he to keep to her side of the bed when finally she lays her head on his chest and puts her arm around him. Okay, this is too close. And when the hell did Parker get so…. touchy? Last he remembered, she didn’t touch people, nor want people to touch her.
“Parker… too close.”
“Why? Cause you’re naked?”
Yeah, that would definitely be the first reason why she’s too close. Not like he cares about sharing a bed with her while he’s naked, it’s how he sleeps for Christ’s sake, but the touching is doing nothing to avoid his morning hard on. That, and in her flimsy little tank top and tiny panties, it’s making him… anxious.
“Yes, so move.”
“I don’t mind,” she mumbles sleepily in his chest. But then she shifts her legs, bringing one up to tangle in his other two, and something that he really wasn’t sure he ever wanted touching Parker was now touching her thigh.
“Parker, seriously.”
“Be quiet, I’m trying to sleep.”
“PARKER!”
That makes Parker move, but only slightly. She’s not touching his balls anymore with her thigh, and instead of having her head on her chest its lifted up so she can glare at him. “What’s your problem?”
“My problem? Since when the hell did you decide you want human contact? And more than that, what in shit’s name makes you think it’s okay to be groping my nuts with your thigh?” He was frustrated. More than frustrated. Now sexually frustrated.
“I wasn’t groping you, I was just… there. Besides, I was reading this book…”
Oh no.
“…and it said to gain a meaningful romantic relationships with someone, cause I think I wanna start trying to get that place where I can with Hardison, it said that sometimes it can be easier to start out getting closer to your friends. So I’m close. With the touching, see?” Parker explains to him.
“I don’t think that’s what it meant, Parker.” Man, why in the hell does this have to be happening with him? She’s got other friends. Can’t she go harass Sophie in bed while she’s naked?
Oh damn, that just encouraged his hard on. The bed sheets were looking awfully funny, which he’s not embarrassed about, but it’s weird that Parker doesn’t even seem to care that his dick is rock fucking hard next to her either.
“Of course that’s what it meant. Can we sleep now?”
Eliot’s annoyed, tired, and doesn’t care anymore what he says to this girl since everything seems to fucking slide off of her like oil and water anyway. “Parker, seriously, you see me right now? I’m fuckin’ horny. It’s an ungodly hour in the morning, I’m pissed off, and I need to fuckin’ cum. So you? You need to leave cause you’re not helping. Lemme jack off in peace. If you really need to stay, then sleep on my damn couch.”
There. He told her.
“I don’t like the couch.”
Really? All he says to her and that’s what she responds to? Regardless.
“I don’t give a shit. Get. Out.”
“No, I can help,” she tells him. “The book tells me I should help out my friends, to better learn to give and take in a relationship.”
“You are not ‘helping out’ with this problem,” Eliot tells her, but his voice falters because his dicks excited by the thought. His hand is under the covers already, slightly stroking his shaft delicately with his fingers. He can’t help it, its like they have a fuckin’ homing device.
“No, look, really, I can. Watch,” she tells him, and grabs the hem of her shirt and pulls it up over her head, exposing her breasts to him. It took everything in his power not to grab his dick and just go to town.
“Parker, you… fuck, get out, for the love of everything, just get out of my room. Put back on your… yeah, right, put back on your shirt and just go,” Eliot tells her, his voice strangled, distracted as he stares at her tits.
Damn this morning.
What makes this so much worse is Parker’s complete disregard to the intimacy of this situation. She’s looking at it logically, in that logical way that’s really not very logical, and is just trying to help. She’s seeing a situation, knows how to make it better, and is trying to do it. But the thing that makes it just… so fucked up, is that she’s addressing the situation just like she would if she was trying to help him bake a cake.
Not that he’d ever let her near his kitchen to cook.
“Just go, do it. Then we can sleep. I can take off my underwear if it helps, but I want to sleep with you tonight, so just finish please.”
Does Parker even listen to what’s coming out of her mouth? Does she ever stop to think that ‘hey, maybe I shouldn’t say that’? Obviously not. And the panties comment made him grasp his dick finally, which was damn near screaming at him to just fuckin’ satisfy it. His resolve is breaking, he can tell, but damnit if he’s going to… no, he just can’t do this. He can’t masturbate while staring at Parker naked next to him.
That’s just… NO.
Yes. God yes.
NO. Damnit!
“Parker…” he warns again, but that seems to be the only thing he can get out at this moment. He’s crumbling.
“I know how to do it if you don’t,” Parker tells him as she peers at the unmoving sheet. She seriously needs to stop trying to help! Now he’s got thoughts of her…
God, he can’t take advantage of her like this. She just don’t know. She doesn’t understand anything!
“We have to be close, Eliot. So please do it.”
“Parker! You don’t understand… fuckin’ anything, do you?! I’m not going to take advantage of you just because you don’t know-”
“I know what I’m doing,” Parker tells him, offended now. And apparently more determined. “I’m not a child,” she tells him, and then looks at him with this look that just dares him to argue as she slides off her panties. “We are going to get close, Eliot.”
This is too close. This is way too close. His hand is moving now, just slightly. Shit, she had… an amazing fucking body.
“I’m not naïve,” she continues as she gets up on her knees in front of him, giving him a closer look. Shit, he’s fucking dying. His cock is fucking screaming at him now. “I know what I’m doing, I know what this is. I’m just trying to help you because you’re my friend, and because I need to learn, and well, I’d like to sleep too. In this bed.”
Learn WHAT?! Fuck, it didn’t matter anymore, he’s just done. No matter how hard he tries, how strong his resolve is, he can’t have a hot naked woman begging him to masturbate in his bed for very long before he starts to do it. His hand is going faster, stroking his shaft with skilled precision, and he’s so damn horny he can feel the blood pulsing through it like his life depended on it being erect.
“Good,” she tells him, as she notices what he’s doing. “Now hurry up, I wanna sleep with you.”
God, he fucking hates her. He fucking hates his life. He fucking hates… everything. This is so screwed up, but no one can say he didn’t try, damnit. He grunts softly as he stares at her pussy, that’s so close to his face he can almost smell her.
Shit, she was fuckin’ beautiful. She’s watching the sheets move around as he works himself off, and he watches her hand that’s next to her thigh move up, only just slightly, to brush across her clit.
Fuck, he was done.
He cums with a loud grunt, and then lets out a breath he didn’t even realize he was holding. He closes his eyes. God, he needed that. He ain’t even gonna think about how that happened, it just did. Shit. Bad decisions. It’s all her fucking fault.
“Thank you,” she tells him with a smile, and slides back under the covers and curls up next to him like nothing happened. How does she…? How can she…? Fuck, this woman is going to be the death of him.
But it’s over, he’s tired, and he really just wants to go to sleep. He really doesn’t even care that she’s laying practically on top of him again. She’s naked, still, and yeah that doesn’t make for the most relaxing of circumstances, but hell… he just came and now it’s time to pass the fuck out.
But nothing is ever that simple.
He’s almost asleep when she whispers in his ear in a way that makes a shiver go all the way down his spine, “Eliot?”
“Mmm?” Eliot mumbles, still not opening his eyes.
“I’m wet now.”
Okay, that made him open his eyes. No, not again. Once was bad enough, this whole fucking past week of his life is bad enough, but she can’t seriously expect him to…? Then again, it’s Parker, he doesn’t know what she’s expecting. He has half a mind to tell her to take care of it herself, but he doesn’t think he can just lay her and sleep while she does.
“Okay…” is all he says. He doesn’t know what the hell to say to that.
“See?” she tells him softly as she lifts one of her legs to wrap around his and presses herself against his thigh.
Yeah, okay he fucking sees. Feels. Whatever.
He’s in hell. But a nice kind of hell. One that makes your dick hard while it destroys your life.
“Is this your way of seducing me? Cause I have to say, it’s pretty fucked up. All of this,” Eliot tells her gruffly, and wishes she would move herself off her leg as much as he wishes she wouldn’t. “And I’m not having sex with you.”
Because that would screw his life up even more.
“I was just saying,” Parker tells him. She shifts her body against her thigh and lets out this little sound, barely even a sound, but a sound none the less.
Yup. Hell? Hello.
“Sleep, Parker,” Eliot tells her, but his voice is coming out funny, and all of his senses seem to be focusing on how hot and wet her pussy is against his thigh.
“Just… hold still,” she tells him, and presses herself more against his thigh. “Mmph…” Aw, hell no. No she so isn’t going to do this.
“Parker, don’t do th-” he starts to say, but now she’s rocking her hips, grinding her tiny pussy against his thigh, and letting out these quiet gasps next to his ear. Shit… his dick is ready for round two. “Parker, just fuckin’-”
“My turn,” Parker tells him, and he can feel the hand that she has resting on her stomach start to curl her fingers as she grabs a hold of his hip. “Mmm…” she moans again, this time louder. Eliot just can’t handle this, he’s only human after all. She’s becoming the biggest tease he’s ever met in his entire life, and he just can’t fucking handle it. He tried, god damnit he tried so damn hard. But it’s just over.
He’s so gonna let this woman cum all over his fucking leg even if he has to die trying.
His hand is on his cock again, and he pushes his thigh harder into her, making her gasp and dig her nails into his skin. “Put your finger on your clit,” he gruffly tells her, “But stay where you are.” Parker whimpers slightly, this fucking whimper that drives him crazy, and he can feel her slide her hand between where her pussy and his thigh met. When he feels her put some pressure on it, he starts moving his leg against her more roughly.
“Oh god…” she gasps out, tickling his ear with her breathless words. He’s working on himself as hard as he’s working on her, and moans himself when he feels Parker’s hand snake up to wrap around his, guiding it up and down his cock in a way that made his senses fucking explode.
Hell, it ain’t sex if it’s slightly hands on mutual masturbation, right?
Parker’s positioning herself so she’s sitting up more against his leg, until she’s completely over him, her blonde hair tumbling around her face as she bites her lower lip and looks down at him. She gives him this dirty little smile before she starts guiding his hand to go slower. Eliot makes a sound of grumpy sexually frustrated protest, but she tells him breathlessly, “I’m not ready yet.”
Did she want them to do it at the same time? Okay, maybe he can wait for that.
“Come here, darlin’,” Eliot scratchy voice growls at her while motioning her to lay more on top of him. When she’s close enough he wraps his hand around the back of her neck and pulls her closer to him, his lips colliding with hers. There is no softness, not anymore. They’re kissing each other, panting against each others lips as they grow closer to the edge.
“God, Eliot…” she moans softly against his bottom lip, and then she starts to move to straddle him, while pushing his hand off of his cock.
No, no sex.
No sex, no sex, no sex. He can’t…
Shit, he can’t stop it. Can’t even speak a word against it before she slides herself down around him. They don’t even have a condom, but he just can’t fucking think anymore. “Fuck, Parker… Jesus…” Eliot pants out. Her pussy was so tight around him, and she squeezes her muscles, making him groan in approval. Her lips are now on his neck and she bites him softly as he thrusts into her hard, making her gasp out a half scream as she grabs a fist full of his hair.
“Fuck me, Eliot!” she pleads desperately into his ear, and hell if he ain’t. He starts slamming into her harder, making her emit the sexiest sounds he thinks he’s ever heard being voiced by another human being as she uses her arms to hoist herself up to a sitting position so she can ride him. Her tiny breasts are bouncing as he thrusts into her as hard as she’ll take, which hell, he’s fucking happy to find out she can take A LOT. “Oh god, Eliot… God, don’t stop…”
“Ain’t plannin’ on it, baby,” Eliot tells her between grunts of his own. He brings his hands up to hold her hips to steady her, make her stop trying to do it herself. This was his party; she was just the guest of honor. When he finally makes her stop, it’s all him and Parker cries out and slams her fist down against his chest hard, which just encourages him more. Her eyes are shut tight, she’s sweating, gasping, fuckin’ naked and beautiful on top of him.
Then her hand is between her legs, and she’s fingering her clit in a way that most women would just explode from within three seconds. But she’s gasping harder now, panting his name through ragged breathes and as finally feels her start to contract around him, he closes his eyes and lets out one last grunt as he thrusts into her for the final time before they both cum, Parker screaming on top of him before she collapses against his chest.
It’s probably ten minutes before either of them say anything. But the first thing that comes out of Eliot’s mouth, breathless and tiered, “Tell me you’re on fuckin’ birth control.”
“No,” she tells him softly, and he almost breaks his neck with how fast he whips it around to look at her. He is not, NOT going to- “I can’t have kids,” she tells him, with this weird tone of voice.
Shit. Eliot’s pretty sure he doesn’t want to know how that happened, not with the way she said it. At least, not right now.
“Goodnight, Eliot,” Parker says softly as she snuggles closer to him and drifts off to sleep. Exhausted and spent, it doesn’t take long to fall asleep either, even though he knows he’s gonna regret this in the morning.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The Guilt
He had sex with Parker.
He had sex with Parker.
PARKER!
When he woke up the next morning she was already gone, but a piece of paper lay on his bed with one sentence scrawled across it in her scribbled handwriting: “That was fun.”
Eliot sighs in frustration, mostly with himself, and collapses back against his bed and puts the covers over his head. God damnit. What did he do??
He wasn’t stupid; he knew something wasn’t right with Parker, especially in a romantic and sexual way. He’s pretty damn sure that within a week he’ll be hunting down the bastard or bastards that made her this way. But it makes him feel guilty, fucking horribly guilty. He took advantage of her, plain and simple. It doesn’t matter what she did, he just should have had more control than that.
Parker’s so… eager to please. Like a child, trying to make friends on the play ground, except she can never say or do the right thing. She was the kid who wanted to play with everyone and no one wanted to play with her. She was the kid that when someone came along that did want to play with her, they fucking took advantage of her and screwed her up all to hell. At least, that’s what he can only assume. She was withdrawn forever, only now starting to warm up again, and she’s back to being that eager kid again, only trapped in this adult body with her adult thinking.
Okay, now he’s feeling like a child molester, he seriously needs to stop.
Shit. And what about Hardison?
Not only did he just fuck the woman he’s in love with, and whether he admits it or not, Eliot knows he is… but he… he… he…. Fuck. Honestly? He’s got more emotional feeling type crap for Hardison than he does for Parker. God, he hates that he realized that, especially now. Now he feels like he fuckin’ betrayed him, in more ways than one.
His phone rings, and Eliot grabs it before putting it to his ear and asking, “What?”
“Get over here,” Nate tells him, and then the line goes dead. God damnit. He looks at the clock. Yup, late. Damn Parker.
He’s at Nate’s place within the hour, and when he walks in Nate’s glaring at him. “Is it so hard to be here on time?”
“Overslept,” Eliot tells him with a glare back and walks to the couch and sits down on it heavily. Running his fingers through his hair he looks at the screen where Hardison is doing… hell, some kind of geek thing. Shit, he has a headache. He can’t even look at Hardison, just one glance made him feel like he was gonna throw up.
Sophie’s smirking at him from over in her little chair. Damnit, he swears that woman can fucking smell when he gets laid. “Who with this time?” she asks, like she actually has the privilege to know about his sex life.
“None of your business,” Eliot growls. He glances at Parker, who’s coming out of the kitchen with a bowl filled with cereal, who just swallowed her last bite like it was made of rocks.
Fuckin’ finally the girl has a conscience.
“You had sex last night?” Hardison asks, turning away from the screen to look at him like he just did something wrong. Which he did, he did something so damn wrong he can’t even begin to explain, but Hardison doesn’t know that. So why is he…?
“No!”
But it wasn’t Eliot who answered, it was Parker, and all eyes turn to her. Eliot tries very hard not to facepalm. Sophie’s looking at her like she couldn’t believe what she was hearing, because that damn woman hears more than what’s being said, but Hardison’s just looking at her quizzically. Nate? Nate never cares. He’s over in the corner grumbling about how sex talk is not work.
“No, he didn’t…” Parker says, though it’s coming out in the awkward pitch. “Because he was with me last night. I had a nightmare.”
Sophie isn’t fooled, and Eliot knows he’s in deep shit by the way she’s looking at him right now. Hardison on the other hand, seems to be. He laughs. “And there ain’t no way those two would.” He turns back to his computer, still chuckling to himself.
Eliot flashes his eyes at Parker and sets his jaw, and she gives him a little helpless look before wandering back off into the kitchen to sit on the bar stool, away from everything. Damnit. Now he has to deal with…
“Eliot, can you show me that Ninjitsu technique again, since everyone’s gathering intel right now?” Sophie asks him. Eliot looks up at her, and even though she said it in the most casual way, her eyes flash like ‘get your ass up now, this isn’t up for discussion’. Shit.
“Yeah, come on,” Eliot says resentfully, and picks himself up off of the couch before crossing into the other room with Sophie. After he closes the door behind her, Sophie’s little mask of acting like everything’s normal slips away to reveal someone very, very angry.
“You slept with Parker,” she states. She doesn’t ask, she just knows.
“What? No!” Eliot denies, even though he’s pretty sure it’s pointless. He walks away from her, looking at her like she’s insane for ever thinking that, and looks out the window instead.
“Eliot, this isn’t some bloody game of yours. Parker is not some normal girl that you can just… take as some sort of conquest!”
“She was the one-!” Eliot starts, angry and rounding on her. How dare she fucking think that he would do that to her! Like he doesn’t understand Parker’s different. Jesus hell. “Look, it wasn’t my idea, okay? And I fucking wish it didn’t happen. So just shut up, for the love of shit don’t tell Hardison, and we can all get on with our damn lives.”
“Eliot, this is serious!” Sophie tells him, eyes flashing. “What if she becomes attached to you?”
“I don’t know!” Eliot growls, just plain furious now. “And frankly I’m sick of you blaming me; you don’t know what the hell even happened.”
“Then enlighten me.”
“Go buy a dirty magazine.”
“ELIOT!”
“What?!” Eliot yells, glad for once that they enabled sound proofing in the apartment to keep a lower profile. “She fucking got naked in front of me! Started masturbating right on top of me, and just… damnit, Sophie! What the hell was I supposed to do?!”
“You could have said no!”
“I did!” Eliot cried, just frustrated beyond hell at this point. “I said no a fucking million times, but she just didn’t stop, okay?! I’m only human! I can only take so DAMN much!”
Sophie just stares at him, still furious with him, and she lets out a breath. “You screwed up.”
“Thanks, not like I haven’t been beating myself up over it all morning anyway, thanks for the damn icing on the cake, sweetheart.”
“You’re supposed to be supporting Hardison right now with what he’s going through,” Sophie tells him. “And even if he likes men, everyone with eyes knows he’s in love with Parker. And you… you slept with her, Eliot.”
“I AM supporting him, damnit! You have no idea how much I’ve been supporting him, so just shut up about shit you don’t know! Shit, Sophie!”
“What do you mean?” Sophie asks, and then she blinks, and looks at him shocked. “Did you sleep with him too?!”
“What? NO! Fuckin’ hell, Sophie, I ain’t gay!” Eliot yells at her. Man, what does she think? That he just fuckin’-
“Well you sleep with everyone else, wouldn’t be very off, would it?” Sophie asks him. Eliot wants to hit her. God damnit, he wants to fucking hit her. He clenches his fist, his teeth, and exercises self control.
“If you were a man, I would have put you down already for that fuckin’ comment,” Eliot tells her through clenched teeth. “We’re done here.”
Sophie doesn’t say anything, which surprises him, and he walks straight out the door, slamming it behind him. Everyone looks up at him. “I’m leaving,” he tells them all as he walks right through the apartment out the door, slamming that one for good measure.
Fuck. All. Of. This.
Eliot was sitting at a bar down the street, downing a couple shots of Jack a few hours later when someone slides into the seat next to him. He doesn’t look up, doesn’t care. He’s been lost in his thoughts for hours now.
“Nate’s pissed.”
Eliot turns and see’s Hardison next to him. “How the hell did you find me?”
“GPS.”
“That’s creepy.”
“Well, you weren’t at your apartment,” Hardison tells him, then waves the bartender over to get himself a beer. When it’s in front of him, he turns back to Eliot before he takes a sip. “What happened?”
“Sophie’s a cunt, that’s what happened.”
He didn’t want to talk about this, especially not with him. That guilty feeling is clawing its way up his throat. He swears he didn’t have guilt before he met these people.
“What’d she do?”
Damnit. Nothing, Hardison. She just told me how I shouldn’t have slept with Parker. You don’t think so either? Yeah, neither do I.
Shit.
But he had to say something. “She’s convinced I popped Parker cause she’s a fuckin’ idiot,” Eliot tells him. Hey, it’s the truth. Just omitting the fact that he actually did pop Parker.
Hardison snorts, “Just ignore her, you know how she likes to be up in everyone’s business. When there isn’t any drama she’s got to create it. Trust me; everyone with a brain knows that you can barely stand her. You’re protective as hell, sure. But she gets on your nerves.”
True. And yet at the same time… so damn far from the truth that it kills him inside.
“Yeah.”
Hardison smiles at him a little and nods his head towards the door, “Come on, wanna get outta here?”
Eliot looks at him, at the way he’s looking at him, and he knows he has to. He’s guilty as hell, and he needs to just… fuck, make it up to the kid, he supposes. Just… damnit, why does he care? Why is he starting to care so much about him? It’s just damn unnatural.
He fucking likeshim.
Like he would like a woman. Shit. This just can’t be… it can’t be happening to him.
But Eliot nods, gives him a small smile in return, and the two leave. When they get to Hardison’s apartment, Eliot doesn’t waste any time. He just needs to feel better, make it up to Hardison, just fix things between them even though Hardison has no idea they’ve been broken. If he doesn’t, he’s afraid this horrible feeling is going to devour him whole. So when the door closes, Hardison ends up getting pressed up against it with Eliot against him, and Eliot decides that the boy’s neck looked like a good a place as any to start.
“Damn,” Hardison breathes out as he grabs onto Eliot’s hips, pulling him closer. “So then you’re… obviously accepting this shit then?”
“Shut up, Hardison,” Eliot tells him against his neck, and bites him softly before dragging his teeth across his throat while he lifts up his shirt. Then his lips are on Hardison’s chest, dragging across it as he bites him softly around his nipple, making Hardison gasp. Eliot really didn’t want to go too far with this, he sure as hell ain’t ready for it, but right now? He’ll go as far as it takes to make this fuckin’ feeling go away.
Eliot yanks at the belt on Hardison’s jeans, undoing it in one swift motion. Hardison’s eyes go wide and he gasps out, ”Whoa, okay… right… uh…” But Eliot isn’t listening to him not be sure about this, he just needs him to let him do… shit, something. He needs to fix this. In any damn way that he can.
Why does he think he can fix everything with sex? Isn’t that how everything gets fucked up in the first place?
Eliot’s lips crash against his again, making Hardison moan deep in his throat. As Eliot works on undoing Hardison’s pants, the boy is breathless against him, sliding his hands up Eliot’s shirt and curling his fingers to scratch down his chest. Eliot growls something primal and as he pushes Hardison’s jeans down to the floor below them. But as his hand slides under the waistband of Hardison’s boxers, he hears the stupid fucking words he knew were coming, “Wait… Eliot…”
Eliot pushes himself off of Hardison, pissed off now as he runs his hand through his hair and scowls. “Fuck it,” he tells him. Just figures, don’t it?
“Eliot, just wait a second before you get all pissy,” Hardison tells him as he picks his jeans and puts them back on. “It ain’t like… I mean this is new for me too, and you’re all just…”
“Look, sorry I fuckin’ tried to so somethin’ for you, man,” Eliot tells him with a glare. “Jesus, you’re the one that fuckin’ wants me, I was just tryin’ to… you know what? Forget it.”
“Stop being a dick, I hate when you get like this,” Hardison tells him. God, he sounded exactly how one of Eliot’s girlfriends would sound. This can’t be good.
“Cry.”
Hardison ignores that. “What the hell is with you, anyway? A couple days ago you were all ‘I’m so not gay!’ and yeah I know you’re like… dealing with it, but you were doing it slowly. All of sudden you wanna drop my pants? What the hell is up?”
“Nothing!” Eliot yells at him, frustrated and just… just angry. At himself more than anyone else.
“Eliot, you can talk to me…”
“I’m not your fuckin’ boyfriend, okay?!” Eliot bursts out. “So stop talking to me like I am! And for shit’s sake, I just wanted to fuckin’ blow you, okay? DO YOU HAVE TO ANALYZE IT?!”
Hardison just blinks at him, not being able to comprehend his little outburst apparently for a few minutes. “You… seriously?”
“I’m outta here,” Eliot tells him and moves towards the door, but Hardison’s still against it. “Move.”
“Eliot, was that your way of telling me you want to be my boyfriend?” Hardison asks him, still not moving out of his way.
”Are you on crack?! Eliot asks him furiously. In what twisted fucking dimension did he even imply that?!
“Well I don’t know! You never fucking talk about anything!”
“We’re guys, Hardison, we don’t fuckin’ talk! We just do!”
“Eliot…”
“Move. Seriously.”
“Eliot, can you just wait a minute? Can we just talk about-” Hardison tries, but Eliot isn’t listening. He’s just pissed, fucking furious for so many damn reasons right now.
“Move before I make you move, I’m fucking serious. You have five seconds.”
“Eliot…”
“One.”
“I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings or something…”
“Two.”
“Eliot, you won’t hurt me, so just stop.”
“THREE.”
“Fine, fuck you. Just fucking go, see if I give a shit!” Hardison yells at him, and opens the door for him. “GET OUT.”
“I will. Bye,” Eliot tells him through clenched teeth as he leaves. Fuck this, fuck all of this! Fuck him.
“Bye, you fucking asshole.”
And then the door is slammed behind him, and Eliot turns around and punches the wall. The plaster cracks and falls around him, and all he can think about is how he needs a damn drink, and how if Hardison doesn’t give a shit then he’ll find someone that will.
CHAPTER TWELVE
The Confusion
He… was… pissed.
He slammed open the door to his house, and almost fucking blew his damn head off when he saw who the hell was sitting in the middle of his living room. Seriously? Will she not just leave him the fuck alone??
“What the fuck are you doing in my house, Parker?! Are you so completely densethat you can’t comprehend the meaning of locks? You’re a fuckin’ thief! FIGURE IT OUT. I don’t want you in here anymore, ever! You got that? EVER. You’re screwing everything up, you and your damn non boyfriend. Just fuckin’ giving me headaches and makin’ me wanna just get the hell away from all you fuckin’ psychos!”
Alright, maybe that was uncalled for. But he was on the edge… and he just kind of fell off of it.
Parker’s blinking at him, in the way that makes his anger dissipate and immediately make him feel like an asshole. Like a damn wounded puppy. She purses her lips together and holds up a DVD box set. Roseanne. Oh no… he didn’t just… oh shit…
“I just wanted to watch it with you again, I thought you liked it…” she tells him softly, in this tone of voice that makes him want to rip his own face off and bash it into a nearby wall. God, he is such a dick.
“Shit, Parker…”
Parker sets her jaw and flashes her eyes, getting up off the couch. “Bye,” she tells him, and tries to walk out the front door. He blocks her.
“Parker, I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean that. I just got though… I just had it out with Hardison, alright? I’m just fuckin’ pissed, and I thought you were here for sex or something, and I just didn’t want-”
“Eliot, You weren’t that good.”
Whoa. Wait. Excuse me?
“Okay, hold on a minute here, uh uh,” Eliot says, and waves his hand in front of her face like she’s damn dense, because she has to be. “I rocked your damn world, don’t give me that shit.”
Seriously? SERIOUSLY? Not that good… pfft.
“Nope, Sophie was way better than you,” Parker tells him flatly, and Eliot thinks his brain dribbled out of his ears. He just stares at her, like he’s pretty sure that he must have heard her wrong, but knows he didn’t. Then she smirks. Oh, that little… “You’re so easy,” Parker tells him with a grin, and smacks him on the chest lightly with the back of her hand before she heads back to the couch. “Come watch Roseanne with me.”
That’s it? Wasn’t she furious with him a minute ago? And hell who could blame her. He really is a bastard sometimes. But maybe that little stint she just pulled was her idea of revenge. And hell… it kind of worked. She managed to bruise his ego then fuck with his lesbian happy place all in a matter of like ten seconds. Damn. Maybe he should start giving her more credit.
He doesn’t want to watch Roseanne, he thinks the show is kind of stupid and clearly for women, but he sits down next to her anyway. She presses play on the DVD and snuggles in next to him. Damnit it with this touchy feely phase she’s going through. But halfway through the first episode he already had his arm around her, and wasn’t minding it all too much anymore. Parker felt good in his arms.
Damnit, Hardison.
Eliot has no idea why the hell that dick just popped up in his head, but he tries to ignore it. He’s so pissed at him right now, more than he thinks he probably should be. For one, he slept with Parker, so really he doesn’t have much ground to be pissed at him. But he fuckin’… hurt his damn feelings, shit. Eliot was trying to fix it, trying to make it better, make him feel good by doing something he was fuckin’ terrified to do and Hardison just… told him NO. How is it that he can fuck Parker, and he barely even likes her, and yet he fuckin’… he fuckin’… shit. He likes Hardison, damnit. Hates him to hell and back again, but none the less… likes him.
Stupid asshole.
“Eliot?” Parker asks him quietly after a long period of silence.
“Mm?”
“Are you mad at me?”
Eliot looks down at her, and she lifts her head up off of his chest to look at him too. She looks so vulnerable, but he doesn’t want to lie to her. “A little.”
“You didn’t want to have sex with me, did you?”
A sigh, and he runs his hand up her arm to try to comfort her a little while he tells her the truth, “No.”
“I don’t understand that,” she tells him, shifting a bit to try to get a little further away from him. But he tightens his hold on her, not letting her move. He’s not gonna reject her in every damn way.
“It ain’t you, I mean… shit, Parker,” Eliot sighs again. “You’re beautiful, alright? Fuckin’ gorgeous. But what we did? It ain’t right. Not to Hardison.”
“Just cause we like him it mean we can’t sleep with each other?”
Man, explaining this to her fucking blows. “No, that’s not what I- Okay, look. You like him a lot, right?” Parker nods. “More than me.” A pause, then another slight nod. “Well he likes you, way more than he likes me too, and how I like…” he stopped there. She gets the point. “And us sleeping together is like a betrayal to him.”
Parker’s silent for awhile, contemplating that. “But what if I like you too?” Eliot just stares at her, and Parker just stares back. Eliot doesn’t get that, didn’t she tell him the other day she couldn’t sleep with someone she actually liked?
“Did you like me before or after the sex?” he asks her, cause hell, that’s the only way this might make even a little bit of sense.
“I don’t know.”
“Well you should probably figure-”
“Do you like me too?”
Brain. Stopped.
What?
Eliot’s never really… thought about it. Not extensively anyway. Yeah, he likes the way her body looks naked. Yeah he likes the way she whimpers in his ear and grabs his hair and rides him like tomorrow ain’t comin’. But as a person? Okay he… tolerates her as a person. She kind of drives him insane. But there might also be this little part that does… fuck, care for her… in a way that just ain’t… it ain’t just in a friend way.
“Eliot?” Parker asks as she turns a little more and sits up to face him better. “Do you like me?”
“I… uh.”
He doesn’t fuckin’ know! Give him a break, here!
“Eliot,” she repeats again, this time more firmly. She wants an answer. “Do,” she kisses his neck. “You,” up to the base of his ear. “Like,” his cheek. “Me?” And then his lips, and they stay there for awhile, making Eliot close his eyes and just fuckin’… feel. Heat. Right through his damn body. But not just heat, not just attraction, its like a warmth. A full feeling. The kind he gets with Hardison.
Maybe he does. Oh… shit.
When they break, Parker licks her bottom lip self consciously and then chews on it as she waits for his answer. Eliot has to tell her. “Yeah… I think so. Shit.”
“Then we probably shouldn’t have sex anymore,” she tells him, and then she’s away from him, on the other side of the damn couch. Her logic is so fuckin’… insane. Granted, she finally got what he was trying to tell her, but that’s not how life is supposed to work. You sleep with people you like! You know, unless there are extenuating circumstances like… Hardison.
“Parker, we seriously need to fix your perspective,” Eliot tells her with a sigh as he runs his fingers through his hair before rubbing his temples. A migraine is coming on, he can feel it.
“On what? Sex?”
“Yes, sex,” Eliot tells her, a little frustrated. But he’s trying to be patient here. “Parker, what you’re scared of-” Parker tries to interrupt, probably to say she’s not scared, but he holds up his hand. “Yeah, you’re scared. Get over it and listen. What you’re scared of? That feeling when you kiss someone you like, the nervous one, the one that makes you worried that the person you like might not like you back or fuckin’ reject you cause they’re… well they’d have to be insane,” Eliot admits. “But that’s the price you gotta pay. Nothin’ good comes without a price. And when you don’t get rejected, it’s a way better feelin’ then you could have ever gotten by sex with someone you don’t actually like.”
“So you’re insane?”
What?
He must have said it outloud, because she continues, “You rejected me. A lot. Over and over. You’re even rejecting me now.”
“Parker…” God. Fucking. Damnit. “I just got more morals than that, or at least I damn well try to. I like you, hell I would love to fuck you every damn day till one of us gets sick of the other and we just move the hell on. And I wouldn’t mind, you know… whatever,” by whatever he means more romantic bullshit that he just ain’t saying outloud to her. Or outloud to anyone, ever. “But I don’t like betraying my friends, and poppin’ you is like a knife in the gut to that kid if he ever finds out.”
“You’re still not making any sense,” Parker tells him, and Eliot wants to scream. Maybe a little. Or fucking a lot. “You’re telling me to go and take a chance with someone I like, right?”
“Yes,” Eliot says, breathing. Finally she gets something.
“But what if I want to do it with you, here, right now. It’s dumb, right? Cause you’ll say no, and then you’re point isn’t actually a point, cause your saying no one will say no, but yet you are. So I don’t understand why you’re telling me to do something you know won’t work.”
“I meant with Hardison!” Eliot yells now, frustrated. Damn, what the hell?
“But if it won’t work with you, and you’ve already seen me naked and… stuff, then how will it work with Alec? I have a good body, and most people usually like to see it again.”
“…You never call him Alec.” He ignores her body comment. Only cause its true.
“Hardison,” Parker revises. “Answer my question.”
“I can’t! Jesus Parker, congratulations, you have now successfully managed to confuse even me. I’m so done with this conversation,” Eliot grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest and frowning. This is ridiculous. Parker can’t comprehend anything.
The silence between them lasts for a half an hour while they continue to watch Roseanne. Eliot actually found himself getting sucked into the drama with Roseanne being more important than Jackie’s husband (oh god, what’s happening to him?), but that might be just cause he didn’t wanna think about anything else at the moment. All is well, all is good until…
“You want to have sex with me again.”
Not even a question. It’s a statement. A statement like she just realized it, realized that he wasn’t rejecting her because of that. He looks over at Parker. “Just cause I would like it, don’t mean I should do it. That’s somethin’ you gotta learn for yourself, sweetheart. What you want ain’t always what you should do.”
“You want to have sex with me, you like me… but you’re giving me to Hardison,” she tells him, like she’s actually figuring stuff out now. Eliot guesses that all she needed was some time to think.
“I ain’t giving you to anyone, you’re not my property. But I’m backing off because of him, yes.”
“That’s kinda sad,” she tells him with a little pout, like she pities him. Okay, not cool. “You’re making yourself not happy cause of you’re trying to make him happy.”
“I’m pissed off at him right now, don’t make me think about that or I’ll take it back,” Eliot grumbles.
“Why are you mad?”
Eliot ain’t gonna tell her, cause she specifically asked for no sex. And while he wasn’t going to fuck him, he was gonna…
“Just tried to make him happy and he basically threw it back in my face,” Eliot grumbles. That’s it, end of sharing.
“Did you try to give him me and he threw me at you?”
His headache is spreading across his forehead. “Parker, for the last time, you are not a thing that gets passed around, damnit. And no, it wasn’t about you. I think if I wrapped you in a bow and presented you ready and willing he’d fuckin’ kiss me or somethin’.”
“Do you want him to kiss you, is that why you’re giv-um, backing off?”
Is this Twenty Questions? Seriously. “No, that’s not why I’m doing this. If you’re his I doubt he’ll wanna kiss me anymore.”
“So you’re doing this cause you don’t want him to kiss you anymore?”
“PARKER!”
“What?”
Jesus Christ. He’s done with the questions, he’s done with the games, he’s done with this damn love triangle that’s driving him insane. He’s just done. So he gets up, takes her hand and drags her to her feet, and steers her towards the door. “This is what you’re going to do, okay? You listening?”
Parker looks confused, but nods. Great, fuckin’ lovely.
“You are going to go over to Hardison’s house. When he opens the door you are going to kiss him. And then you both can live happily ever after forever more and stop making my head wanna explode.”
“But-”
“No buts,” he tells her, and steers her out onto his front porch. “Go, now. Do it.” And then he shuts the door, locks it, and then bolts it for good measure. He’s sure Parker has other ways into his house, but for right now? It’ll make a point.
He might like Hardison, he might like Parker… but this shit is just crazy. He can’t deal with it, it’s too much drama, too much confusion, and if he has to bypass two people he really likes to make it stop? So be it. Maybe he might not be thinking this entirely through, but hell, it’s just over now.
Hopefully.
TOO BIG.
PART FOUR IS HERE.
Author: Sapphire Smoke cuzimastripper
Fandom: Leverage
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Hardison/Parker/Eliot
Length Thus Far: 37,297 words
Summery: Sophie's been in the habit of holding interventions ever since the one with Nate, and this time Hardison is her next victim.
A/N: Yes, it turned into a OT3. My bad. And with OT3 comes naughtiness, because I'll take any excuse to get Parker naked.
Other Parts: PART ONE | PART TWO
CHAPTER TEN
The Possible Mistake
Eliot had one whole day of peace. A whole twenty four hours until someone had to come in and make with the head screwing again. While he figured it would be Hardison, mainly because Eliot did pretty much all but verbalize his acceptance on the matter, at least to him, Nate’s been working them around the clock, dealing with a job that involves a corrupt Mayor and a whole shit load of heroin. So they haven’t had much time to see each other, let alone talk or do, you know, whatever else that they would do.
The difference between Parker and Hardison? Hardison respects his space. He’ll knock, ring the doorbell, call… whatever. Parker? Parker just fucking shows up standing next to your bed and gives you a heart attack.
Which was exactly what happened. Minus the heart attack, and plus him grabbing her arm and pulling her down on the bed and pinning her down, arms behind her back. She’s damn near fucking lucky he didn’t dislocate something, because all he saw of her when he woke up was a shadow. He didn’t realize who he had underneath him until Parker yelled, “Ow! ELIOT!”
“Parker??” Eliot sleepily grumbles as he lets her go and flops back down on his back on the bed and rubs his eyes. God damnit, he only gets a few hours of sleep at night, he really didn’t need her here right now. “Go away,” he mumbles.
But she doesn’t, though he wasn’t really expecting it to be that easy. Instead she brushes herself off and sits up, right next to him on the bed. She’s looking down at him, and Eliot covers his eye with his forearm. God damnit all to hell.
“I need to talk to you,” she tells him.
“Jesus. What? It’s fuckin’…” he looks over at his bedside clock, “Three fourty five in the damn morning.”
“I keep having these dreams,” she tells him, and he lets out a breath and tries very hard not to roll his eyes. If she came over here cause she’s having nightmares, he’s gonna scream. Does he look like her daddy? Crawl into bed and…
Lord. He’s not finishing that sentence.
“What dreams?” he plays along, because hell, he knows that if he doesn’t than it’s gonna take longer to get her to leave.
“I don’t want to tell you,” she says. Yeah, he already wants to hit something.
“Then why the fuck did you-?”
“I just wanna sleep with you… please?”
Shit. Normally he’d say no, get the hell out of my house, and just roll over and pass out for another hour… but it’s the way she said it. So damn vulnerable. He really hates that he gives a shit sometimes. But he was tired, and he didn’t want to argue, so he lifts up the covers as a sign of acceptance. She smiles and climbs in next to him.
Great, that’s over with. Time to get some shut eye.
They both lay in bed for awhile, until Eliot starts to realize how much closer she’s getting to him. Their legs were touching now, and Eliot was about to tell he to keep to her side of the bed when finally she lays her head on his chest and puts her arm around him. Okay, this is too close. And when the hell did Parker get so…. touchy? Last he remembered, she didn’t touch people, nor want people to touch her.
“Parker… too close.”
“Why? Cause you’re naked?”
Yeah, that would definitely be the first reason why she’s too close. Not like he cares about sharing a bed with her while he’s naked, it’s how he sleeps for Christ’s sake, but the touching is doing nothing to avoid his morning hard on. That, and in her flimsy little tank top and tiny panties, it’s making him… anxious.
“Yes, so move.”
“I don’t mind,” she mumbles sleepily in his chest. But then she shifts her legs, bringing one up to tangle in his other two, and something that he really wasn’t sure he ever wanted touching Parker was now touching her thigh.
“Parker, seriously.”
“Be quiet, I’m trying to sleep.”
“PARKER!”
That makes Parker move, but only slightly. She’s not touching his balls anymore with her thigh, and instead of having her head on her chest its lifted up so she can glare at him. “What’s your problem?”
“My problem? Since when the hell did you decide you want human contact? And more than that, what in shit’s name makes you think it’s okay to be groping my nuts with your thigh?” He was frustrated. More than frustrated. Now sexually frustrated.
“I wasn’t groping you, I was just… there. Besides, I was reading this book…”
Oh no.
“…and it said to gain a meaningful romantic relationships with someone, cause I think I wanna start trying to get that place where I can with Hardison, it said that sometimes it can be easier to start out getting closer to your friends. So I’m close. With the touching, see?” Parker explains to him.
“I don’t think that’s what it meant, Parker.” Man, why in the hell does this have to be happening with him? She’s got other friends. Can’t she go harass Sophie in bed while she’s naked?
Oh damn, that just encouraged his hard on. The bed sheets were looking awfully funny, which he’s not embarrassed about, but it’s weird that Parker doesn’t even seem to care that his dick is rock fucking hard next to her either.
“Of course that’s what it meant. Can we sleep now?”
Eliot’s annoyed, tired, and doesn’t care anymore what he says to this girl since everything seems to fucking slide off of her like oil and water anyway. “Parker, seriously, you see me right now? I’m fuckin’ horny. It’s an ungodly hour in the morning, I’m pissed off, and I need to fuckin’ cum. So you? You need to leave cause you’re not helping. Lemme jack off in peace. If you really need to stay, then sleep on my damn couch.”
There. He told her.
“I don’t like the couch.”
Really? All he says to her and that’s what she responds to? Regardless.
“I don’t give a shit. Get. Out.”
“No, I can help,” she tells him. “The book tells me I should help out my friends, to better learn to give and take in a relationship.”
“You are not ‘helping out’ with this problem,” Eliot tells her, but his voice falters because his dicks excited by the thought. His hand is under the covers already, slightly stroking his shaft delicately with his fingers. He can’t help it, its like they have a fuckin’ homing device.
“No, look, really, I can. Watch,” she tells him, and grabs the hem of her shirt and pulls it up over her head, exposing her breasts to him. It took everything in his power not to grab his dick and just go to town.
“Parker, you… fuck, get out, for the love of everything, just get out of my room. Put back on your… yeah, right, put back on your shirt and just go,” Eliot tells her, his voice strangled, distracted as he stares at her tits.
Damn this morning.
What makes this so much worse is Parker’s complete disregard to the intimacy of this situation. She’s looking at it logically, in that logical way that’s really not very logical, and is just trying to help. She’s seeing a situation, knows how to make it better, and is trying to do it. But the thing that makes it just… so fucked up, is that she’s addressing the situation just like she would if she was trying to help him bake a cake.
Not that he’d ever let her near his kitchen to cook.
“Just go, do it. Then we can sleep. I can take off my underwear if it helps, but I want to sleep with you tonight, so just finish please.”
Does Parker even listen to what’s coming out of her mouth? Does she ever stop to think that ‘hey, maybe I shouldn’t say that’? Obviously not. And the panties comment made him grasp his dick finally, which was damn near screaming at him to just fuckin’ satisfy it. His resolve is breaking, he can tell, but damnit if he’s going to… no, he just can’t do this. He can’t masturbate while staring at Parker naked next to him.
That’s just… NO.
Yes. God yes.
NO. Damnit!
“Parker…” he warns again, but that seems to be the only thing he can get out at this moment. He’s crumbling.
“I know how to do it if you don’t,” Parker tells him as she peers at the unmoving sheet. She seriously needs to stop trying to help! Now he’s got thoughts of her…
God, he can’t take advantage of her like this. She just don’t know. She doesn’t understand anything!
“We have to be close, Eliot. So please do it.”
“Parker! You don’t understand… fuckin’ anything, do you?! I’m not going to take advantage of you just because you don’t know-”
“I know what I’m doing,” Parker tells him, offended now. And apparently more determined. “I’m not a child,” she tells him, and then looks at him with this look that just dares him to argue as she slides off her panties. “We are going to get close, Eliot.”
This is too close. This is way too close. His hand is moving now, just slightly. Shit, she had… an amazing fucking body.
“I’m not naïve,” she continues as she gets up on her knees in front of him, giving him a closer look. Shit, he’s fucking dying. His cock is fucking screaming at him now. “I know what I’m doing, I know what this is. I’m just trying to help you because you’re my friend, and because I need to learn, and well, I’d like to sleep too. In this bed.”
Learn WHAT?! Fuck, it didn’t matter anymore, he’s just done. No matter how hard he tries, how strong his resolve is, he can’t have a hot naked woman begging him to masturbate in his bed for very long before he starts to do it. His hand is going faster, stroking his shaft with skilled precision, and he’s so damn horny he can feel the blood pulsing through it like his life depended on it being erect.
“Good,” she tells him, as she notices what he’s doing. “Now hurry up, I wanna sleep with you.”
God, he fucking hates her. He fucking hates his life. He fucking hates… everything. This is so screwed up, but no one can say he didn’t try, damnit. He grunts softly as he stares at her pussy, that’s so close to his face he can almost smell her.
Shit, she was fuckin’ beautiful. She’s watching the sheets move around as he works himself off, and he watches her hand that’s next to her thigh move up, only just slightly, to brush across her clit.
Fuck, he was done.
He cums with a loud grunt, and then lets out a breath he didn’t even realize he was holding. He closes his eyes. God, he needed that. He ain’t even gonna think about how that happened, it just did. Shit. Bad decisions. It’s all her fucking fault.
“Thank you,” she tells him with a smile, and slides back under the covers and curls up next to him like nothing happened. How does she…? How can she…? Fuck, this woman is going to be the death of him.
But it’s over, he’s tired, and he really just wants to go to sleep. He really doesn’t even care that she’s laying practically on top of him again. She’s naked, still, and yeah that doesn’t make for the most relaxing of circumstances, but hell… he just came and now it’s time to pass the fuck out.
But nothing is ever that simple.
He’s almost asleep when she whispers in his ear in a way that makes a shiver go all the way down his spine, “Eliot?”
“Mmm?” Eliot mumbles, still not opening his eyes.
“I’m wet now.”
Okay, that made him open his eyes. No, not again. Once was bad enough, this whole fucking past week of his life is bad enough, but she can’t seriously expect him to…? Then again, it’s Parker, he doesn’t know what she’s expecting. He has half a mind to tell her to take care of it herself, but he doesn’t think he can just lay her and sleep while she does.
“Okay…” is all he says. He doesn’t know what the hell to say to that.
“See?” she tells him softly as she lifts one of her legs to wrap around his and presses herself against his thigh.
Yeah, okay he fucking sees. Feels. Whatever.
He’s in hell. But a nice kind of hell. One that makes your dick hard while it destroys your life.
“Is this your way of seducing me? Cause I have to say, it’s pretty fucked up. All of this,” Eliot tells her gruffly, and wishes she would move herself off her leg as much as he wishes she wouldn’t. “And I’m not having sex with you.”
Because that would screw his life up even more.
“I was just saying,” Parker tells him. She shifts her body against her thigh and lets out this little sound, barely even a sound, but a sound none the less.
Yup. Hell? Hello.
“Sleep, Parker,” Eliot tells her, but his voice is coming out funny, and all of his senses seem to be focusing on how hot and wet her pussy is against his thigh.
“Just… hold still,” she tells him, and presses herself more against his thigh. “Mmph…” Aw, hell no. No she so isn’t going to do this.
“Parker, don’t do th-” he starts to say, but now she’s rocking her hips, grinding her tiny pussy against his thigh, and letting out these quiet gasps next to his ear. Shit… his dick is ready for round two. “Parker, just fuckin’-”
“My turn,” Parker tells him, and he can feel the hand that she has resting on her stomach start to curl her fingers as she grabs a hold of his hip. “Mmm…” she moans again, this time louder. Eliot just can’t handle this, he’s only human after all. She’s becoming the biggest tease he’s ever met in his entire life, and he just can’t fucking handle it. He tried, god damnit he tried so damn hard. But it’s just over.
He’s so gonna let this woman cum all over his fucking leg even if he has to die trying.
His hand is on his cock again, and he pushes his thigh harder into her, making her gasp and dig her nails into his skin. “Put your finger on your clit,” he gruffly tells her, “But stay where you are.” Parker whimpers slightly, this fucking whimper that drives him crazy, and he can feel her slide her hand between where her pussy and his thigh met. When he feels her put some pressure on it, he starts moving his leg against her more roughly.
“Oh god…” she gasps out, tickling his ear with her breathless words. He’s working on himself as hard as he’s working on her, and moans himself when he feels Parker’s hand snake up to wrap around his, guiding it up and down his cock in a way that made his senses fucking explode.
Hell, it ain’t sex if it’s slightly hands on mutual masturbation, right?
Parker’s positioning herself so she’s sitting up more against his leg, until she’s completely over him, her blonde hair tumbling around her face as she bites her lower lip and looks down at him. She gives him this dirty little smile before she starts guiding his hand to go slower. Eliot makes a sound of grumpy sexually frustrated protest, but she tells him breathlessly, “I’m not ready yet.”
Did she want them to do it at the same time? Okay, maybe he can wait for that.
“Come here, darlin’,” Eliot scratchy voice growls at her while motioning her to lay more on top of him. When she’s close enough he wraps his hand around the back of her neck and pulls her closer to him, his lips colliding with hers. There is no softness, not anymore. They’re kissing each other, panting against each others lips as they grow closer to the edge.
“God, Eliot…” she moans softly against his bottom lip, and then she starts to move to straddle him, while pushing his hand off of his cock.
No, no sex.
No sex, no sex, no sex. He can’t…
Shit, he can’t stop it. Can’t even speak a word against it before she slides herself down around him. They don’t even have a condom, but he just can’t fucking think anymore. “Fuck, Parker… Jesus…” Eliot pants out. Her pussy was so tight around him, and she squeezes her muscles, making him groan in approval. Her lips are now on his neck and she bites him softly as he thrusts into her hard, making her gasp out a half scream as she grabs a fist full of his hair.
“Fuck me, Eliot!” she pleads desperately into his ear, and hell if he ain’t. He starts slamming into her harder, making her emit the sexiest sounds he thinks he’s ever heard being voiced by another human being as she uses her arms to hoist herself up to a sitting position so she can ride him. Her tiny breasts are bouncing as he thrusts into her as hard as she’ll take, which hell, he’s fucking happy to find out she can take A LOT. “Oh god, Eliot… God, don’t stop…”
“Ain’t plannin’ on it, baby,” Eliot tells her between grunts of his own. He brings his hands up to hold her hips to steady her, make her stop trying to do it herself. This was his party; she was just the guest of honor. When he finally makes her stop, it’s all him and Parker cries out and slams her fist down against his chest hard, which just encourages him more. Her eyes are shut tight, she’s sweating, gasping, fuckin’ naked and beautiful on top of him.
Then her hand is between her legs, and she’s fingering her clit in a way that most women would just explode from within three seconds. But she’s gasping harder now, panting his name through ragged breathes and as finally feels her start to contract around him, he closes his eyes and lets out one last grunt as he thrusts into her for the final time before they both cum, Parker screaming on top of him before she collapses against his chest.
It’s probably ten minutes before either of them say anything. But the first thing that comes out of Eliot’s mouth, breathless and tiered, “Tell me you’re on fuckin’ birth control.”
“No,” she tells him softly, and he almost breaks his neck with how fast he whips it around to look at her. He is not, NOT going to- “I can’t have kids,” she tells him, with this weird tone of voice.
Shit. Eliot’s pretty sure he doesn’t want to know how that happened, not with the way she said it. At least, not right now.
“Goodnight, Eliot,” Parker says softly as she snuggles closer to him and drifts off to sleep. Exhausted and spent, it doesn’t take long to fall asleep either, even though he knows he’s gonna regret this in the morning.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The Guilt
He had sex with Parker.
He had sex with Parker.
PARKER!
When he woke up the next morning she was already gone, but a piece of paper lay on his bed with one sentence scrawled across it in her scribbled handwriting: “That was fun.”
Eliot sighs in frustration, mostly with himself, and collapses back against his bed and puts the covers over his head. God damnit. What did he do??
He wasn’t stupid; he knew something wasn’t right with Parker, especially in a romantic and sexual way. He’s pretty damn sure that within a week he’ll be hunting down the bastard or bastards that made her this way. But it makes him feel guilty, fucking horribly guilty. He took advantage of her, plain and simple. It doesn’t matter what she did, he just should have had more control than that.
Parker’s so… eager to please. Like a child, trying to make friends on the play ground, except she can never say or do the right thing. She was the kid who wanted to play with everyone and no one wanted to play with her. She was the kid that when someone came along that did want to play with her, they fucking took advantage of her and screwed her up all to hell. At least, that’s what he can only assume. She was withdrawn forever, only now starting to warm up again, and she’s back to being that eager kid again, only trapped in this adult body with her adult thinking.
Okay, now he’s feeling like a child molester, he seriously needs to stop.
Shit. And what about Hardison?
Not only did he just fuck the woman he’s in love with, and whether he admits it or not, Eliot knows he is… but he… he… he…. Fuck. Honestly? He’s got more emotional feeling type crap for Hardison than he does for Parker. God, he hates that he realized that, especially now. Now he feels like he fuckin’ betrayed him, in more ways than one.
His phone rings, and Eliot grabs it before putting it to his ear and asking, “What?”
“Get over here,” Nate tells him, and then the line goes dead. God damnit. He looks at the clock. Yup, late. Damn Parker.
He’s at Nate’s place within the hour, and when he walks in Nate’s glaring at him. “Is it so hard to be here on time?”
“Overslept,” Eliot tells him with a glare back and walks to the couch and sits down on it heavily. Running his fingers through his hair he looks at the screen where Hardison is doing… hell, some kind of geek thing. Shit, he has a headache. He can’t even look at Hardison, just one glance made him feel like he was gonna throw up.
Sophie’s smirking at him from over in her little chair. Damnit, he swears that woman can fucking smell when he gets laid. “Who with this time?” she asks, like she actually has the privilege to know about his sex life.
“None of your business,” Eliot growls. He glances at Parker, who’s coming out of the kitchen with a bowl filled with cereal, who just swallowed her last bite like it was made of rocks.
Fuckin’ finally the girl has a conscience.
“You had sex last night?” Hardison asks, turning away from the screen to look at him like he just did something wrong. Which he did, he did something so damn wrong he can’t even begin to explain, but Hardison doesn’t know that. So why is he…?
“No!”
But it wasn’t Eliot who answered, it was Parker, and all eyes turn to her. Eliot tries very hard not to facepalm. Sophie’s looking at her like she couldn’t believe what she was hearing, because that damn woman hears more than what’s being said, but Hardison’s just looking at her quizzically. Nate? Nate never cares. He’s over in the corner grumbling about how sex talk is not work.
“No, he didn’t…” Parker says, though it’s coming out in the awkward pitch. “Because he was with me last night. I had a nightmare.”
Sophie isn’t fooled, and Eliot knows he’s in deep shit by the way she’s looking at him right now. Hardison on the other hand, seems to be. He laughs. “And there ain’t no way those two would.” He turns back to his computer, still chuckling to himself.
Eliot flashes his eyes at Parker and sets his jaw, and she gives him a little helpless look before wandering back off into the kitchen to sit on the bar stool, away from everything. Damnit. Now he has to deal with…
“Eliot, can you show me that Ninjitsu technique again, since everyone’s gathering intel right now?” Sophie asks him. Eliot looks up at her, and even though she said it in the most casual way, her eyes flash like ‘get your ass up now, this isn’t up for discussion’. Shit.
“Yeah, come on,” Eliot says resentfully, and picks himself up off of the couch before crossing into the other room with Sophie. After he closes the door behind her, Sophie’s little mask of acting like everything’s normal slips away to reveal someone very, very angry.
“You slept with Parker,” she states. She doesn’t ask, she just knows.
“What? No!” Eliot denies, even though he’s pretty sure it’s pointless. He walks away from her, looking at her like she’s insane for ever thinking that, and looks out the window instead.
“Eliot, this isn’t some bloody game of yours. Parker is not some normal girl that you can just… take as some sort of conquest!”
“She was the one-!” Eliot starts, angry and rounding on her. How dare she fucking think that he would do that to her! Like he doesn’t understand Parker’s different. Jesus hell. “Look, it wasn’t my idea, okay? And I fucking wish it didn’t happen. So just shut up, for the love of shit don’t tell Hardison, and we can all get on with our damn lives.”
“Eliot, this is serious!” Sophie tells him, eyes flashing. “What if she becomes attached to you?”
“I don’t know!” Eliot growls, just plain furious now. “And frankly I’m sick of you blaming me; you don’t know what the hell even happened.”
“Then enlighten me.”
“Go buy a dirty magazine.”
“ELIOT!”
“What?!” Eliot yells, glad for once that they enabled sound proofing in the apartment to keep a lower profile. “She fucking got naked in front of me! Started masturbating right on top of me, and just… damnit, Sophie! What the hell was I supposed to do?!”
“You could have said no!”
“I did!” Eliot cried, just frustrated beyond hell at this point. “I said no a fucking million times, but she just didn’t stop, okay?! I’m only human! I can only take so DAMN much!”
Sophie just stares at him, still furious with him, and she lets out a breath. “You screwed up.”
“Thanks, not like I haven’t been beating myself up over it all morning anyway, thanks for the damn icing on the cake, sweetheart.”
“You’re supposed to be supporting Hardison right now with what he’s going through,” Sophie tells him. “And even if he likes men, everyone with eyes knows he’s in love with Parker. And you… you slept with her, Eliot.”
“I AM supporting him, damnit! You have no idea how much I’ve been supporting him, so just shut up about shit you don’t know! Shit, Sophie!”
“What do you mean?” Sophie asks, and then she blinks, and looks at him shocked. “Did you sleep with him too?!”
“What? NO! Fuckin’ hell, Sophie, I ain’t gay!” Eliot yells at her. Man, what does she think? That he just fuckin’-
“Well you sleep with everyone else, wouldn’t be very off, would it?” Sophie asks him. Eliot wants to hit her. God damnit, he wants to fucking hit her. He clenches his fist, his teeth, and exercises self control.
“If you were a man, I would have put you down already for that fuckin’ comment,” Eliot tells her through clenched teeth. “We’re done here.”
Sophie doesn’t say anything, which surprises him, and he walks straight out the door, slamming it behind him. Everyone looks up at him. “I’m leaving,” he tells them all as he walks right through the apartment out the door, slamming that one for good measure.
Fuck. All. Of. This.
Eliot was sitting at a bar down the street, downing a couple shots of Jack a few hours later when someone slides into the seat next to him. He doesn’t look up, doesn’t care. He’s been lost in his thoughts for hours now.
“Nate’s pissed.”
Eliot turns and see’s Hardison next to him. “How the hell did you find me?”
“GPS.”
“That’s creepy.”
“Well, you weren’t at your apartment,” Hardison tells him, then waves the bartender over to get himself a beer. When it’s in front of him, he turns back to Eliot before he takes a sip. “What happened?”
“Sophie’s a cunt, that’s what happened.”
He didn’t want to talk about this, especially not with him. That guilty feeling is clawing its way up his throat. He swears he didn’t have guilt before he met these people.
“What’d she do?”
Damnit. Nothing, Hardison. She just told me how I shouldn’t have slept with Parker. You don’t think so either? Yeah, neither do I.
Shit.
But he had to say something. “She’s convinced I popped Parker cause she’s a fuckin’ idiot,” Eliot tells him. Hey, it’s the truth. Just omitting the fact that he actually did pop Parker.
Hardison snorts, “Just ignore her, you know how she likes to be up in everyone’s business. When there isn’t any drama she’s got to create it. Trust me; everyone with a brain knows that you can barely stand her. You’re protective as hell, sure. But she gets on your nerves.”
True. And yet at the same time… so damn far from the truth that it kills him inside.
“Yeah.”
Hardison smiles at him a little and nods his head towards the door, “Come on, wanna get outta here?”
Eliot looks at him, at the way he’s looking at him, and he knows he has to. He’s guilty as hell, and he needs to just… fuck, make it up to the kid, he supposes. Just… damnit, why does he care? Why is he starting to care so much about him? It’s just damn unnatural.
He fucking likeshim.
Like he would like a woman. Shit. This just can’t be… it can’t be happening to him.
But Eliot nods, gives him a small smile in return, and the two leave. When they get to Hardison’s apartment, Eliot doesn’t waste any time. He just needs to feel better, make it up to Hardison, just fix things between them even though Hardison has no idea they’ve been broken. If he doesn’t, he’s afraid this horrible feeling is going to devour him whole. So when the door closes, Hardison ends up getting pressed up against it with Eliot against him, and Eliot decides that the boy’s neck looked like a good a place as any to start.
“Damn,” Hardison breathes out as he grabs onto Eliot’s hips, pulling him closer. “So then you’re… obviously accepting this shit then?”
“Shut up, Hardison,” Eliot tells him against his neck, and bites him softly before dragging his teeth across his throat while he lifts up his shirt. Then his lips are on Hardison’s chest, dragging across it as he bites him softly around his nipple, making Hardison gasp. Eliot really didn’t want to go too far with this, he sure as hell ain’t ready for it, but right now? He’ll go as far as it takes to make this fuckin’ feeling go away.
Eliot yanks at the belt on Hardison’s jeans, undoing it in one swift motion. Hardison’s eyes go wide and he gasps out, ”Whoa, okay… right… uh…” But Eliot isn’t listening to him not be sure about this, he just needs him to let him do… shit, something. He needs to fix this. In any damn way that he can.
Why does he think he can fix everything with sex? Isn’t that how everything gets fucked up in the first place?
Eliot’s lips crash against his again, making Hardison moan deep in his throat. As Eliot works on undoing Hardison’s pants, the boy is breathless against him, sliding his hands up Eliot’s shirt and curling his fingers to scratch down his chest. Eliot growls something primal and as he pushes Hardison’s jeans down to the floor below them. But as his hand slides under the waistband of Hardison’s boxers, he hears the stupid fucking words he knew were coming, “Wait… Eliot…”
Eliot pushes himself off of Hardison, pissed off now as he runs his hand through his hair and scowls. “Fuck it,” he tells him. Just figures, don’t it?
“Eliot, just wait a second before you get all pissy,” Hardison tells him as he picks his jeans and puts them back on. “It ain’t like… I mean this is new for me too, and you’re all just…”
“Look, sorry I fuckin’ tried to so somethin’ for you, man,” Eliot tells him with a glare. “Jesus, you’re the one that fuckin’ wants me, I was just tryin’ to… you know what? Forget it.”
“Stop being a dick, I hate when you get like this,” Hardison tells him. God, he sounded exactly how one of Eliot’s girlfriends would sound. This can’t be good.
“Cry.”
Hardison ignores that. “What the hell is with you, anyway? A couple days ago you were all ‘I’m so not gay!’ and yeah I know you’re like… dealing with it, but you were doing it slowly. All of sudden you wanna drop my pants? What the hell is up?”
“Nothing!” Eliot yells at him, frustrated and just… just angry. At himself more than anyone else.
“Eliot, you can talk to me…”
“I’m not your fuckin’ boyfriend, okay?!” Eliot bursts out. “So stop talking to me like I am! And for shit’s sake, I just wanted to fuckin’ blow you, okay? DO YOU HAVE TO ANALYZE IT?!”
Hardison just blinks at him, not being able to comprehend his little outburst apparently for a few minutes. “You… seriously?”
“I’m outta here,” Eliot tells him and moves towards the door, but Hardison’s still against it. “Move.”
“Eliot, was that your way of telling me you want to be my boyfriend?” Hardison asks him, still not moving out of his way.
”Are you on crack?! Eliot asks him furiously. In what twisted fucking dimension did he even imply that?!
“Well I don’t know! You never fucking talk about anything!”
“We’re guys, Hardison, we don’t fuckin’ talk! We just do!”
“Eliot…”
“Move. Seriously.”
“Eliot, can you just wait a minute? Can we just talk about-” Hardison tries, but Eliot isn’t listening. He’s just pissed, fucking furious for so many damn reasons right now.
“Move before I make you move, I’m fucking serious. You have five seconds.”
“Eliot…”
“One.”
“I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings or something…”
“Two.”
“Eliot, you won’t hurt me, so just stop.”
“THREE.”
“Fine, fuck you. Just fucking go, see if I give a shit!” Hardison yells at him, and opens the door for him. “GET OUT.”
“I will. Bye,” Eliot tells him through clenched teeth as he leaves. Fuck this, fuck all of this! Fuck him.
“Bye, you fucking asshole.”
And then the door is slammed behind him, and Eliot turns around and punches the wall. The plaster cracks and falls around him, and all he can think about is how he needs a damn drink, and how if Hardison doesn’t give a shit then he’ll find someone that will.
CHAPTER TWELVE
The Confusion
He… was… pissed.
He slammed open the door to his house, and almost fucking blew his damn head off when he saw who the hell was sitting in the middle of his living room. Seriously? Will she not just leave him the fuck alone??
“What the fuck are you doing in my house, Parker?! Are you so completely densethat you can’t comprehend the meaning of locks? You’re a fuckin’ thief! FIGURE IT OUT. I don’t want you in here anymore, ever! You got that? EVER. You’re screwing everything up, you and your damn non boyfriend. Just fuckin’ giving me headaches and makin’ me wanna just get the hell away from all you fuckin’ psychos!”
Alright, maybe that was uncalled for. But he was on the edge… and he just kind of fell off of it.
Parker’s blinking at him, in the way that makes his anger dissipate and immediately make him feel like an asshole. Like a damn wounded puppy. She purses her lips together and holds up a DVD box set. Roseanne. Oh no… he didn’t just… oh shit…
“I just wanted to watch it with you again, I thought you liked it…” she tells him softly, in this tone of voice that makes him want to rip his own face off and bash it into a nearby wall. God, he is such a dick.
“Shit, Parker…”
Parker sets her jaw and flashes her eyes, getting up off the couch. “Bye,” she tells him, and tries to walk out the front door. He blocks her.
“Parker, I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean that. I just got though… I just had it out with Hardison, alright? I’m just fuckin’ pissed, and I thought you were here for sex or something, and I just didn’t want-”
“Eliot, You weren’t that good.”
Whoa. Wait. Excuse me?
“Okay, hold on a minute here, uh uh,” Eliot says, and waves his hand in front of her face like she’s damn dense, because she has to be. “I rocked your damn world, don’t give me that shit.”
Seriously? SERIOUSLY? Not that good… pfft.
“Nope, Sophie was way better than you,” Parker tells him flatly, and Eliot thinks his brain dribbled out of his ears. He just stares at her, like he’s pretty sure that he must have heard her wrong, but knows he didn’t. Then she smirks. Oh, that little… “You’re so easy,” Parker tells him with a grin, and smacks him on the chest lightly with the back of her hand before she heads back to the couch. “Come watch Roseanne with me.”
That’s it? Wasn’t she furious with him a minute ago? And hell who could blame her. He really is a bastard sometimes. But maybe that little stint she just pulled was her idea of revenge. And hell… it kind of worked. She managed to bruise his ego then fuck with his lesbian happy place all in a matter of like ten seconds. Damn. Maybe he should start giving her more credit.
He doesn’t want to watch Roseanne, he thinks the show is kind of stupid and clearly for women, but he sits down next to her anyway. She presses play on the DVD and snuggles in next to him. Damnit it with this touchy feely phase she’s going through. But halfway through the first episode he already had his arm around her, and wasn’t minding it all too much anymore. Parker felt good in his arms.
Damnit, Hardison.
Eliot has no idea why the hell that dick just popped up in his head, but he tries to ignore it. He’s so pissed at him right now, more than he thinks he probably should be. For one, he slept with Parker, so really he doesn’t have much ground to be pissed at him. But he fuckin’… hurt his damn feelings, shit. Eliot was trying to fix it, trying to make it better, make him feel good by doing something he was fuckin’ terrified to do and Hardison just… told him NO. How is it that he can fuck Parker, and he barely even likes her, and yet he fuckin’… he fuckin’… shit. He likes Hardison, damnit. Hates him to hell and back again, but none the less… likes him.
Stupid asshole.
“Eliot?” Parker asks him quietly after a long period of silence.
“Mm?”
“Are you mad at me?”
Eliot looks down at her, and she lifts her head up off of his chest to look at him too. She looks so vulnerable, but he doesn’t want to lie to her. “A little.”
“You didn’t want to have sex with me, did you?”
A sigh, and he runs his hand up her arm to try to comfort her a little while he tells her the truth, “No.”
“I don’t understand that,” she tells him, shifting a bit to try to get a little further away from him. But he tightens his hold on her, not letting her move. He’s not gonna reject her in every damn way.
“It ain’t you, I mean… shit, Parker,” Eliot sighs again. “You’re beautiful, alright? Fuckin’ gorgeous. But what we did? It ain’t right. Not to Hardison.”
“Just cause we like him it mean we can’t sleep with each other?”
Man, explaining this to her fucking blows. “No, that’s not what I- Okay, look. You like him a lot, right?” Parker nods. “More than me.” A pause, then another slight nod. “Well he likes you, way more than he likes me too, and how I like…” he stopped there. She gets the point. “And us sleeping together is like a betrayal to him.”
Parker’s silent for awhile, contemplating that. “But what if I like you too?” Eliot just stares at her, and Parker just stares back. Eliot doesn’t get that, didn’t she tell him the other day she couldn’t sleep with someone she actually liked?
“Did you like me before or after the sex?” he asks her, cause hell, that’s the only way this might make even a little bit of sense.
“I don’t know.”
“Well you should probably figure-”
“Do you like me too?”
Brain. Stopped.
What?
Eliot’s never really… thought about it. Not extensively anyway. Yeah, he likes the way her body looks naked. Yeah he likes the way she whimpers in his ear and grabs his hair and rides him like tomorrow ain’t comin’. But as a person? Okay he… tolerates her as a person. She kind of drives him insane. But there might also be this little part that does… fuck, care for her… in a way that just ain’t… it ain’t just in a friend way.
“Eliot?” Parker asks as she turns a little more and sits up to face him better. “Do you like me?”
“I… uh.”
He doesn’t fuckin’ know! Give him a break, here!
“Eliot,” she repeats again, this time more firmly. She wants an answer. “Do,” she kisses his neck. “You,” up to the base of his ear. “Like,” his cheek. “Me?” And then his lips, and they stay there for awhile, making Eliot close his eyes and just fuckin’… feel. Heat. Right through his damn body. But not just heat, not just attraction, its like a warmth. A full feeling. The kind he gets with Hardison.
Maybe he does. Oh… shit.
When they break, Parker licks her bottom lip self consciously and then chews on it as she waits for his answer. Eliot has to tell her. “Yeah… I think so. Shit.”
“Then we probably shouldn’t have sex anymore,” she tells him, and then she’s away from him, on the other side of the damn couch. Her logic is so fuckin’… insane. Granted, she finally got what he was trying to tell her, but that’s not how life is supposed to work. You sleep with people you like! You know, unless there are extenuating circumstances like… Hardison.
“Parker, we seriously need to fix your perspective,” Eliot tells her with a sigh as he runs his fingers through his hair before rubbing his temples. A migraine is coming on, he can feel it.
“On what? Sex?”
“Yes, sex,” Eliot tells her, a little frustrated. But he’s trying to be patient here. “Parker, what you’re scared of-” Parker tries to interrupt, probably to say she’s not scared, but he holds up his hand. “Yeah, you’re scared. Get over it and listen. What you’re scared of? That feeling when you kiss someone you like, the nervous one, the one that makes you worried that the person you like might not like you back or fuckin’ reject you cause they’re… well they’d have to be insane,” Eliot admits. “But that’s the price you gotta pay. Nothin’ good comes without a price. And when you don’t get rejected, it’s a way better feelin’ then you could have ever gotten by sex with someone you don’t actually like.”
“So you’re insane?”
What?
He must have said it outloud, because she continues, “You rejected me. A lot. Over and over. You’re even rejecting me now.”
“Parker…” God. Fucking. Damnit. “I just got more morals than that, or at least I damn well try to. I like you, hell I would love to fuck you every damn day till one of us gets sick of the other and we just move the hell on. And I wouldn’t mind, you know… whatever,” by whatever he means more romantic bullshit that he just ain’t saying outloud to her. Or outloud to anyone, ever. “But I don’t like betraying my friends, and poppin’ you is like a knife in the gut to that kid if he ever finds out.”
“You’re still not making any sense,” Parker tells him, and Eliot wants to scream. Maybe a little. Or fucking a lot. “You’re telling me to go and take a chance with someone I like, right?”
“Yes,” Eliot says, breathing. Finally she gets something.
“But what if I want to do it with you, here, right now. It’s dumb, right? Cause you’ll say no, and then you’re point isn’t actually a point, cause your saying no one will say no, but yet you are. So I don’t understand why you’re telling me to do something you know won’t work.”
“I meant with Hardison!” Eliot yells now, frustrated. Damn, what the hell?
“But if it won’t work with you, and you’ve already seen me naked and… stuff, then how will it work with Alec? I have a good body, and most people usually like to see it again.”
“…You never call him Alec.” He ignores her body comment. Only cause its true.
“Hardison,” Parker revises. “Answer my question.”
“I can’t! Jesus Parker, congratulations, you have now successfully managed to confuse even me. I’m so done with this conversation,” Eliot grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest and frowning. This is ridiculous. Parker can’t comprehend anything.
The silence between them lasts for a half an hour while they continue to watch Roseanne. Eliot actually found himself getting sucked into the drama with Roseanne being more important than Jackie’s husband (oh god, what’s happening to him?), but that might be just cause he didn’t wanna think about anything else at the moment. All is well, all is good until…
“You want to have sex with me again.”
Not even a question. It’s a statement. A statement like she just realized it, realized that he wasn’t rejecting her because of that. He looks over at Parker. “Just cause I would like it, don’t mean I should do it. That’s somethin’ you gotta learn for yourself, sweetheart. What you want ain’t always what you should do.”
“You want to have sex with me, you like me… but you’re giving me to Hardison,” she tells him, like she’s actually figuring stuff out now. Eliot guesses that all she needed was some time to think.
“I ain’t giving you to anyone, you’re not my property. But I’m backing off because of him, yes.”
“That’s kinda sad,” she tells him with a little pout, like she pities him. Okay, not cool. “You’re making yourself not happy cause of you’re trying to make him happy.”
“I’m pissed off at him right now, don’t make me think about that or I’ll take it back,” Eliot grumbles.
“Why are you mad?”
Eliot ain’t gonna tell her, cause she specifically asked for no sex. And while he wasn’t going to fuck him, he was gonna…
“Just tried to make him happy and he basically threw it back in my face,” Eliot grumbles. That’s it, end of sharing.
“Did you try to give him me and he threw me at you?”
His headache is spreading across his forehead. “Parker, for the last time, you are not a thing that gets passed around, damnit. And no, it wasn’t about you. I think if I wrapped you in a bow and presented you ready and willing he’d fuckin’ kiss me or somethin’.”
“Do you want him to kiss you, is that why you’re giv-um, backing off?”
Is this Twenty Questions? Seriously. “No, that’s not why I’m doing this. If you’re his I doubt he’ll wanna kiss me anymore.”
“So you’re doing this cause you don’t want him to kiss you anymore?”
“PARKER!”
“What?”
Jesus Christ. He’s done with the questions, he’s done with the games, he’s done with this damn love triangle that’s driving him insane. He’s just done. So he gets up, takes her hand and drags her to her feet, and steers her towards the door. “This is what you’re going to do, okay? You listening?”
Parker looks confused, but nods. Great, fuckin’ lovely.
“You are going to go over to Hardison’s house. When he opens the door you are going to kiss him. And then you both can live happily ever after forever more and stop making my head wanna explode.”
“But-”
“No buts,” he tells her, and steers her out onto his front porch. “Go, now. Do it.” And then he shuts the door, locks it, and then bolts it for good measure. He’s sure Parker has other ways into his house, but for right now? It’ll make a point.
He might like Hardison, he might like Parker… but this shit is just crazy. He can’t deal with it, it’s too much drama, too much confusion, and if he has to bypass two people he really likes to make it stop? So be it. Maybe he might not be thinking this entirely through, but hell, it’s just over now.
Hopefully.
TOO BIG.
PART FOUR IS HERE.