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kathierif_ficTitle: Let’s Talk About
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kathierif_fic
Fandom: Leverage
Pairing: Eliot/Hardison/Parker
Rating: FRT-13
Disclaimer: Not mine, no profit.
Warnings: het+slash, threesome
Word Count: 932
Summary: “Seriously? Seriously? You guys want to do what, exactly?”
Author’s Notes: Written for![[community profile]](https://s.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
kink_bingo, prompt: phone sex. Title from a song by The Busters. Random: this is the third year I’m taking part in this challenge, and it’s the third year I have phone sex on my card, and I’m slowly getting out of ideas ;)
“Seriously? Seriously? You guys want to do what, exactly?”
Hardison knows there is more than a hint of disbelief in his voice – in fact, disbelief is the only thing he can feel right now, because, seriously, the constant feeling of attraction whenever he does just as much as think about either Parker or Eliot has been part of him ever since he really got to know both of them and it’s part of who he is by now, and just as he doesn’t think about the lines of code he uses daily anymore, he doesn’t think about how these two make him feel anymore. It’s just who he is – Alec Hardison, genius hacker and madly in love with two of his teammates, and doesn’t that give the whole family thing they have going on a totally weird vibe.
Parker stares at him unblinkingly, the way she does sometimes, and Hardison feels like a particularly complicated security system she’s trying to crack, studied and taken apart so she can see how he works, and at the same time, like a valuable painting or a wad of cash, the objective of a heist, some kind of treasure Parker wants to steal and keep for herself and not share with anyone.
Well, except Eliot, maybe.
“Phone sex,” she says now, as if they are discussing alarm systems or dinner choices – not that there is much discussion and choice involved in either of these, his treacherous mind whispers at him, since Parker knows what to do with alarm systems without discussing it with them and when Eliot decides to cook for them, they eat without discussing and without complaining, because man, Eliot knows his way around a kitchen – “What’s wrong with phone sex?”
She looks at Eliot, who is leaning back in his chair as if he doesn’t have a care in the word, relaxed and at ease with himself and the world around him, and Hardison has no trouble imagining Eliot’s gravelly voice in his ear, telling him sexy things and talking dirty to him, and a small shiver runs through his entire body at the thought.
Yeah, there is no doubt Eliot could talk him straight into a mind-blowing orgasm without even having to touch him, if he set his mind on it. He’s also sure that Eliot is really good at the whole phone sex thing.
The same can not be said about Parker, and Hardison pinches the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger and takes a deep breath.
“First of all,” he begins, “those earbuds are for the job, and what if Nate or Sophie catches you doing it?” He as to admit that his first argument is weak – Parker’s harness is for the job too, and look what they did with that - but it’s the thought of Nate or Sophie listening in when Parker talks in awkward, glorious detail about what she wants to do to both Hardison’s and Eliot’s dicks that creeps him out so completely.
“Maybe you’re right,” Eliot interjects, as uncomfortable with the thought as Hardison knew he would be. As much as he teases the other man about his belief in something like privacy, he knows how to use it when necessary – not that he does it that often, Eliot is still Eliot and he’s scary, and Hardison tries to respect Eliot’s wishes as much as possible, because there is no guarantee that he will wake up the next morning if he really pisses off Eliot, no matter if they’re sleeping with each other or not.
“Yeah, girl, listen to Eliot,” he quickly says, and Parker’s shoulders slump for a split second before another thought crosses her mind, and she straightens again, a wide smile on her face.
“There are other kinds of phone sex we could try,” she says brightly. “Eliot showed me what sexting is.”
Hardison gives Eliot a look, but Eliot just shrugs. There is not much doubt about how Parker made Eliot explain – that girl is good with her tongue, oh yeah - but before Hardison can even open his mouth to say another word, Parker continues.
“Or we could fuck you with a phone. It vibrates nicely…”
“Parker!” he yelps, just vaguely aware of Eliot muttering grumpily that there is something wrong with her, and while Hardison admits that the thought of phone sex with Parker and Eliot, or the thought of sexting or IMing with them, or watching them via webcam is right up his alley, as long as it’s safe and that neither Nate nor Sophie witness it or find out about it, ever, the thought of having a phone shoved up his ass definitely isn’t.
“Hey, listen,” he says and desperately tries to come up with something to distract her from that idea again, “we’re all here now and there is a perfectly useable bed in my bedroom. Why don’t we…go there and have the real thing?”
Parker grins and bounces into the bedroom, already taking off her shirt, and Hardison exhales softly and rises, to follow at a more sedate pace, Eliot on his heels. He feels Eliot’s hands on his hips and his lips brush against Hardison’s shoulder as he murmurs, “Good job distracting her,” but the sound of Eliot’s voice goes right through his dick and thoroughly distracts him from his reply.
Maybe, he thinks while stumbling out of his pants and falling face first into the mattress, where Parker is already waiting, and Eliot laughs behind him about his clumsiness, this whole phone sex thing idea isn’t so bad, after all?
~end.
Author:
kathierif_ficFandom: Leverage
Pairing: Eliot/Hardison/Parker
Rating: FRT-13
Disclaimer: Not mine, no profit.
Warnings: het+slash, threesome
Word Count: 932
Summary: “Seriously? Seriously? You guys want to do what, exactly?”
Author’s Notes: Written for
kink_bingo, prompt: phone sex. Title from a song by The Busters. Random: this is the third year I’m taking part in this challenge, and it’s the third year I have phone sex on my card, and I’m slowly getting out of ideas ;)“Seriously? Seriously? You guys want to do what, exactly?”
Hardison knows there is more than a hint of disbelief in his voice – in fact, disbelief is the only thing he can feel right now, because, seriously, the constant feeling of attraction whenever he does just as much as think about either Parker or Eliot has been part of him ever since he really got to know both of them and it’s part of who he is by now, and just as he doesn’t think about the lines of code he uses daily anymore, he doesn’t think about how these two make him feel anymore. It’s just who he is – Alec Hardison, genius hacker and madly in love with two of his teammates, and doesn’t that give the whole family thing they have going on a totally weird vibe.
Parker stares at him unblinkingly, the way she does sometimes, and Hardison feels like a particularly complicated security system she’s trying to crack, studied and taken apart so she can see how he works, and at the same time, like a valuable painting or a wad of cash, the objective of a heist, some kind of treasure Parker wants to steal and keep for herself and not share with anyone.
Well, except Eliot, maybe.
“Phone sex,” she says now, as if they are discussing alarm systems or dinner choices – not that there is much discussion and choice involved in either of these, his treacherous mind whispers at him, since Parker knows what to do with alarm systems without discussing it with them and when Eliot decides to cook for them, they eat without discussing and without complaining, because man, Eliot knows his way around a kitchen – “What’s wrong with phone sex?”
She looks at Eliot, who is leaning back in his chair as if he doesn’t have a care in the word, relaxed and at ease with himself and the world around him, and Hardison has no trouble imagining Eliot’s gravelly voice in his ear, telling him sexy things and talking dirty to him, and a small shiver runs through his entire body at the thought.
Yeah, there is no doubt Eliot could talk him straight into a mind-blowing orgasm without even having to touch him, if he set his mind on it. He’s also sure that Eliot is really good at the whole phone sex thing.
The same can not be said about Parker, and Hardison pinches the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger and takes a deep breath.
“First of all,” he begins, “those earbuds are for the job, and what if Nate or Sophie catches you doing it?” He as to admit that his first argument is weak – Parker’s harness is for the job too, and look what they did with that - but it’s the thought of Nate or Sophie listening in when Parker talks in awkward, glorious detail about what she wants to do to both Hardison’s and Eliot’s dicks that creeps him out so completely.
“Maybe you’re right,” Eliot interjects, as uncomfortable with the thought as Hardison knew he would be. As much as he teases the other man about his belief in something like privacy, he knows how to use it when necessary – not that he does it that often, Eliot is still Eliot and he’s scary, and Hardison tries to respect Eliot’s wishes as much as possible, because there is no guarantee that he will wake up the next morning if he really pisses off Eliot, no matter if they’re sleeping with each other or not.
“Yeah, girl, listen to Eliot,” he quickly says, and Parker’s shoulders slump for a split second before another thought crosses her mind, and she straightens again, a wide smile on her face.
“There are other kinds of phone sex we could try,” she says brightly. “Eliot showed me what sexting is.”
Hardison gives Eliot a look, but Eliot just shrugs. There is not much doubt about how Parker made Eliot explain – that girl is good with her tongue, oh yeah - but before Hardison can even open his mouth to say another word, Parker continues.
“Or we could fuck you with a phone. It vibrates nicely…”
“Parker!” he yelps, just vaguely aware of Eliot muttering grumpily that there is something wrong with her, and while Hardison admits that the thought of phone sex with Parker and Eliot, or the thought of sexting or IMing with them, or watching them via webcam is right up his alley, as long as it’s safe and that neither Nate nor Sophie witness it or find out about it, ever, the thought of having a phone shoved up his ass definitely isn’t.
“Hey, listen,” he says and desperately tries to come up with something to distract her from that idea again, “we’re all here now and there is a perfectly useable bed in my bedroom. Why don’t we…go there and have the real thing?”
Parker grins and bounces into the bedroom, already taking off her shirt, and Hardison exhales softly and rises, to follow at a more sedate pace, Eliot on his heels. He feels Eliot’s hands on his hips and his lips brush against Hardison’s shoulder as he murmurs, “Good job distracting her,” but the sound of Eliot’s voice goes right through his dick and thoroughly distracts him from his reply.
Maybe, he thinks while stumbling out of his pants and falling face first into the mattress, where Parker is already waiting, and Eliot laughs behind him about his clumsiness, this whole phone sex thing idea isn’t so bad, after all?
~end.