Full Circle (16.0/23)
Title: Full Circle (16.0/23)
Author: neensz
Word Count: ~40,100 so far
Pairing: Eliot/Shawn
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language, violence, feelings-talk, obliviousness, un-beta’d
Disclaimer: Psych and Leverage and SG:A do not belong to me, nor do any of the characters or places or quotes I'm borrowing for my nefarious slashing purposes. I make no profit from the aforesaid borrowing, or only in the currency of sqeeing fangirly joy.
A/N: Sorry, I suck. (I know this is like, over 1k words less than the usual update, but I've been on the phone with Apple support for what feels like the past entire day, trying to get my shiny brick turned back into an iTouch.) This chapter's only about half done, but I'm posting what's done now because it's update day--I'll get the porn (yes, there's porn coming) up sometime later this week. (I'll tag it ch# 16.5 and then combine both 16.0 and 16.5 into just 16 when I post ch 17 next Tuesday, if that all makes sense.)
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15
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“Ok, seriously, you need to stop with the happy sex faces,” John muttered under his breath in the general direction of Shawn and Eliot, safe in the knowledge they were too far away--both physically and metaphorically--to hear him. Seriously, Eliot was starting to creep him out. Seeing the normally taciturn Tom, and newly stoic Eliot, grinning like a fool on crack was messing with John’s head.
“Hear, hear,” McKay muttered at his shoulder, and John flinched, surprised to find McKay so close. It was their third day in Dallas, and so far things weren’t looking bright on more than an interpersonal level. Hardison had hit a firewall that even McKay had made admiring sounds about, and it took some serious genius to get vocal admiration out of McKay. Though, actually, John figured that meant they were probably on the right path, especially when McKay had muttered something about the extreme unlikelihood of the Asgaard and the Goa’uld ever collaborating on computer security.
“How’s the code-breaking coming?” John finally asked after a few moments, wondering why McKay was still hovering at his shoulder.
“Oh, right.” McKay blinked a couple times, like he was forcing away his body’s need for sleep by sheer force of will. Which, come to think of it, he probably was. He and Hardison had been tapping away at their laptops in a corner of the suite’s living area for--John glanced at his watch--pretty much the past 46 hours straight. “Coffee break,” McKay mumbled after a short pause, and made his way vaguely towards the en-suite kitchenette and its coffeemaker like a sleepwalker.
John bit back a fondly exasperated smirk. McKay sure hadn‘t changed much in the ten years John had known him.
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Shawn jumped at the wordless exclamation of triumph that filled the suite. A quick glance confirmed it had come from the Computer Corner, and Shawn joined the rest of the crowd converging on the two hackers. John was hanging over McKay’s hunched back, reading over his shoulder and muttering something with a feral grin on his face.
“Looks like they finally got through,” Eliot remarked from beside him, an arm firmly around Shawn‘s waist.
“Gee, ya think?” Shawn snorted at the understatement and forced a grin at the man beside him. It’d been nice, having Eliot’s almost undivided attention for the past day. Sure, they hadn’t really done anything other than constantly invade each other’s space, but it was nice to know that they were both on the same page now. Even if it seemed like that page was never going to turn. But hey, he’d take what he could get. He could be patient, and wait until Eliot was ready. Maybe.
Shawn wasn’t going to let himself get in the way of the whole reason they were there, though. And not only because he might possibly have some sort of a martyr complex. “Shouldn’t you be like, over there planning and stuff?” He looked over at the milling mass that had already divided off into little knots of people talking quickly and animatedly about what they should (and in one case, what they most definitely shouldn‘t) be doing with this new information McKay and Hardison had gotten them. Shawn suddenly realized that there were ten people in the room. No wonder it’d seemed so small compared to his.
“Naw. I just hit people,” Eliot shrugged, and tightened the arm around Shawn’s waist momentarily. Uh huh, and I’m a fairy princess, Shawn thought to himself, but didn’t call Eliot on it. He wasn’t stupid, after all. Like he was gonna make Eliot stop being all cuddly and touchy and watch him be all Planny McStoic again, over there with the rest of them. Shawn suppressed a shiver as Eliot maneuvered around behind him and wrapped his other arm around Shawn’s waist as well, pulling him back against Eliot’s chest as Eliot rested his chin on Shawn’s shoulder and murmured in his ear, “Think they’d notice if we disappeared for a while?”
“Pretty sure they wouldn’t have a clue,” Shawn’s voice most definitely didn’t crack as he tried to get the words out, leaning back into the heat Eliot was radiating in the chill air of the climate-controlled room. Because only in Dallas would the hotel still have the central air set to ‘cool’ in February.
It wasn’t like Shawn wanted to crawl inside Eliot’s skin and never emerge again, or anything.
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Chapter 16.5 (on to the porn!)
Author: neensz
Word Count: ~40,100 so far
Pairing: Eliot/Shawn
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language, violence, feelings-talk, obliviousness, un-beta’d
Disclaimer: Psych and Leverage and SG:A do not belong to me, nor do any of the characters or places or quotes I'm borrowing for my nefarious slashing purposes. I make no profit from the aforesaid borrowing, or only in the currency of sqeeing fangirly joy.
A/N: Sorry, I suck. (I know this is like, over 1k words less than the usual update, but I've been on the phone with Apple support for what feels like the past entire day, trying to get my shiny brick turned back into an iTouch.) This chapter's only about half done, but I'm posting what's done now because it's update day--I'll get the porn (yes, there's porn coming) up sometime later this week. (I'll tag it ch# 16.5 and then combine both 16.0 and 16.5 into just 16 when I post ch 17 next Tuesday, if that all makes sense.)
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15
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“Ok, seriously, you need to stop with the happy sex faces,” John muttered under his breath in the general direction of Shawn and Eliot, safe in the knowledge they were too far away--both physically and metaphorically--to hear him. Seriously, Eliot was starting to creep him out. Seeing the normally taciturn Tom, and newly stoic Eliot, grinning like a fool on crack was messing with John’s head.
“Hear, hear,” McKay muttered at his shoulder, and John flinched, surprised to find McKay so close. It was their third day in Dallas, and so far things weren’t looking bright on more than an interpersonal level. Hardison had hit a firewall that even McKay had made admiring sounds about, and it took some serious genius to get vocal admiration out of McKay. Though, actually, John figured that meant they were probably on the right path, especially when McKay had muttered something about the extreme unlikelihood of the Asgaard and the Goa’uld ever collaborating on computer security.
“How’s the code-breaking coming?” John finally asked after a few moments, wondering why McKay was still hovering at his shoulder.
“Oh, right.” McKay blinked a couple times, like he was forcing away his body’s need for sleep by sheer force of will. Which, come to think of it, he probably was. He and Hardison had been tapping away at their laptops in a corner of the suite’s living area for--John glanced at his watch--pretty much the past 46 hours straight. “Coffee break,” McKay mumbled after a short pause, and made his way vaguely towards the en-suite kitchenette and its coffeemaker like a sleepwalker.
John bit back a fondly exasperated smirk. McKay sure hadn‘t changed much in the ten years John had known him.
***
Shawn jumped at the wordless exclamation of triumph that filled the suite. A quick glance confirmed it had come from the Computer Corner, and Shawn joined the rest of the crowd converging on the two hackers. John was hanging over McKay’s hunched back, reading over his shoulder and muttering something with a feral grin on his face.
“Looks like they finally got through,” Eliot remarked from beside him, an arm firmly around Shawn‘s waist.
“Gee, ya think?” Shawn snorted at the understatement and forced a grin at the man beside him. It’d been nice, having Eliot’s almost undivided attention for the past day. Sure, they hadn’t really done anything other than constantly invade each other’s space, but it was nice to know that they were both on the same page now. Even if it seemed like that page was never going to turn. But hey, he’d take what he could get. He could be patient, and wait until Eliot was ready. Maybe.
Shawn wasn’t going to let himself get in the way of the whole reason they were there, though. And not only because he might possibly have some sort of a martyr complex. “Shouldn’t you be like, over there planning and stuff?” He looked over at the milling mass that had already divided off into little knots of people talking quickly and animatedly about what they should (and in one case, what they most definitely shouldn‘t) be doing with this new information McKay and Hardison had gotten them. Shawn suddenly realized that there were ten people in the room. No wonder it’d seemed so small compared to his.
“Naw. I just hit people,” Eliot shrugged, and tightened the arm around Shawn’s waist momentarily. Uh huh, and I’m a fairy princess, Shawn thought to himself, but didn’t call Eliot on it. He wasn’t stupid, after all. Like he was gonna make Eliot stop being all cuddly and touchy and watch him be all Planny McStoic again, over there with the rest of them. Shawn suppressed a shiver as Eliot maneuvered around behind him and wrapped his other arm around Shawn’s waist as well, pulling him back against Eliot’s chest as Eliot rested his chin on Shawn’s shoulder and murmured in his ear, “Think they’d notice if we disappeared for a while?”
“Pretty sure they wouldn’t have a clue,” Shawn’s voice most definitely didn’t crack as he tried to get the words out, leaning back into the heat Eliot was radiating in the chill air of the climate-controlled room. Because only in Dallas would the hotel still have the central air set to ‘cool’ in February.
It wasn’t like Shawn wanted to crawl inside Eliot’s skin and never emerge again, or anything.
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Chapter 16.5 (on to the porn!)