Comment Porn Month -- Day Two

[phantisma]

Welcome to Comment Porn Month!

Last December I was craving snippets of porn, wee stories to make me laugh, smile, need a cigarette...and I declared December to be Comment Porn Month.

We had so much fun, comment_fic was born. Over the last year, however, comment_fic has grown (and really, it is awesome to see what it has become) and most of the stories posted don't

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[havenward]

Eliot smirks as Hardison turns to go. They're in the clear... mostly. All that needs doing now is to slip back into the crowd just around the curve of wall meant to disguise the maintenance closet. Except that Eliot has other plans.

He pins Hardison to the wall, his grin widening when the other man squeaks and looks pointedly at the shadows of the crowd along the wall. Eliot just steps closer, hands working at his pants, mouth hovering over Hardison's, waiting for him to fight, to say no. But the kid just swallows hard, eyes darkening, and his hips hitch up when Eliot starts to stroke him through his boxers.

Hardison reaches up for his earpiece, eyes still wide, but Eliot grabs his wrist tightly. "Leave it in," he growls, punctuating the statement by running his thumb over the head of his cock. Hardison shivers and makes a choked off noise, but he nods.

Eliot rewards him by claiming his mouth, licking and biting his way in as he strokes Hardison until he's gasping and bucking, fighting to keep from making any noise. To keep from begging out loud. Eliot's hard enough now that it hurts, caught tight inside his jeans as he grinds his hips against him.

"Wanna make you scream for me," he hisses in Hardison's ear, just low enough that the others would have a hard time understanding what he said. "Mebbe I should take you here, just fuck you here and now?"

That's more than Hardison can take. He bites down hard on his lip, barely swallowing a shout as he comes all over himself. His hips stutter up as Eliot strokes him through it, wanting what Eliot was offering.

"What's your ETA?" Nate says over the comm, and just now? Eliot could kill him.

"Five minutes," he growls out. He tucks Hardison back up, still a mess, and drops his voice low. "You owe me, son, and I aim to collect before the night is done."

Hardison nods avidly, and follows him out of the enclave. Through the crowd, Eliot can see Parker, leaning up against a window just where she's meant to be. When she sees them, she licks her lips slowly.

Oh yes, tonight would be very interesting indeed...

[cyphersushi]

*puddles*

[havenward]

:beams:

[ziplocless]

*whimpers and loves*