So waking up in the apartment above the old diner had been a bit of a surprise, but the most it got out of Eliot was grumbling over what a dump his partners used to live in
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"Man, this brings me back," Hardison said with a low chuckle, padding into the kitchen area of the diner to press a kiss to his husband's cheek. "Grumpily cooking at Luke's. Which is very different from you grumpily cooking in New Orleans. Or grumpily cooking in Barcelona. Or Paris. Or Portland." He grinned at Eliot. "It's a very distinctive grumpy. I should take a picture for the kids."
"And I'll grab one of you sittin' around doin' nothin'," Eliot said. Living so close to his hometown had made his accent thicker over the years. "Your distinctive Fandom doin' nothin'."
"Please, Eliot, we been together long enough for you to know that I ain't never doin' nothin'." He tried to stealthily grab a bottle of orange soda--Luke's still had a stock, who knew?--before leaning against the counter to continue to give Eliot a hard time. "Like, right now, I'm givin' you a hard time. Later, I'mma eat some crepes." Because he still ate like a 27 year old. "An' check on the kids with my phone an' make sure that there ain't no reason for the police, firetrucks, or paramedics to be at our house while the kids are home alone. Then maybe..." He gave Eliot a suggestive grin. "We'll see what the afternoon has in store."
"Oooh, that sounds like a great idea," Hardison said, lifting a strawberry off the cutting board. Look, he'd already said he'd be eating crepes later! This was him getting a start on it! A healthy start. You're welcome, Eliot. "Gonna need to rest up if I decide to stay up till dawn with my video game buddies."
"See, and here I figured we could take advantage of the fact that we ain't got kids to worry about for the weekend." Eliot shook his head. "But if you wanna play video games, I guess Parker'n I'll have to have fun without ya."
"Well, when you put it that way, mayyyybe I can be persuaded to cut my raid short tonight," Hardison said laughing, going in to steal another kiss. "I love how you make it sound like the kids don't know what we get up to, though."
"Our kids are deep in denial about what we get up to," Eliot said, whacking Hardison gently on the thigh with his cane. "When they ain't braggin' to their friends about how their parents are still crazy in love."
"Or just crazy," he said with a chuckle, not at all deterred by the cane. "I mean, you been deadset on fulfilling the grumpy old dude waving his cane at people an' yellin' at kids to get off your lawn since you were thirty."
"You mean once we convinced you to stop bein' a damn bonehead about it," Hardison declared. "We stole you right an' proper. You think we were gonna lose you after all that hard work? Hell no."
"It's true," Hardison said, giving him an evil grin. "S'a good thing Parker an' I were smart enough to make up for it. You were just damn determined to end up all alone."
But they weren't having any of that. He was their Eliot and he was going to be loved and adored for the entirely of his very long life.
"Only cause you're too stubborn to fall for all our sophisticated Eliot-traps," Hardison declared, practically by rote. "Who doesn't realize that a brewpub is a courtin' gift? Or a damn wolf necklace specially adjusted by yours truly to go from two people to three?"
"Brew pub doesn't count," Eliot protested. His hand went up to the small silver pendant he'd managed to keep wearing even over twenty years. "The wolf was a nice hint, though."
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But they weren't having any of that. He was their Eliot and he was going to be loved and adored for the entirely of his very long life.
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