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Title: Eyes Wide Open (Don't Come Undone)
Author: [livejournal.com profile] eboniorchid
Fandom: Leverage
Characters: Parker/Alec Hardison/Eliot Spencer, mentions of Sophie Deveraux
Prompt: "Leverage, Parker/author's choice, eyes wide open (don't come undone)" for [livejournal.com profile] havenward on Comment Porn Month, Day 14: Leverage & White Collar (+ RPS).
Word Count: ~1200 words.
Rating: NC-17 for sexuality and language.
Warnings/Spoilers: Kink. D/s. Voyeurism. Exhibitionism. Dom!Eliot (implied). Angst (just a hint). Established relationship. Petnames (brief). Threesome. Het. Slash. Smut. PWP. Comment!fic.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Really. Nothing.
Summary: They're sharing again tonight and Parker gets to go first. Now, if she could only remember how to do this properly!



She gasped, her eyes following the slow bob and shift of tight dark curls as Hardison ran his lips over her cunt. When his tongue moved, though, she couldn't do it anymore, her eyes sliding shut as she arched up into his mouth. "Shit." Her voice was a squeak as his tongue swiped down her nether lips and then burrowed in to flick against her clit. "Fuck. Shit."

"Parker ..."

She should've known that wasn't sexy, wasn't the right way, should've- ...

"Parker, open your eyes."

She knew it wasn't Hardison talking, his lips and tongue still coaxing her hips to shift and her back to shiver. "Fuck. Can't."

"Watch or stop, Parker. That's the deal."

She groaned, but dragged her eyes open, first taking in those curls again, then sliding, wavering, rightward to meet Eliot's knowing eyes.

"Good." He smiled his softly feral grin from a chair in the corner and she couldn't fight the magnetic drift of her fingers from the sheet to Hardison's hair, pulling him closer, grinding into his face.

Sophie would say this wasn't ladylike or maybe wasn't wild enough or maybe- … She wasn't even wearing shoes! Eliot didn't seem to mind, though, a mix of a hum and a growl rumbling up from the depths of his chest as he began to unbuckle his jeans, reaching for his cock.

"Fuck her, man. Make her come for ya."

Every word was a rough drawl that slid over her skin like tight-weaved nylon rope, just enough friction to hold her steady, and she moaned into the feel of a strong wet little muscle circling her entrance and pressing into her. "Yeah. Fuck me." That was hot, right? She rode down deeper into his mouth, not caring that his teeth began to scrape just below her clit. New sensations. Hell yeah. "Fuck me. Fuck me."

Her eyes were only on Hardison, or what she could see of him, as she fucked his face and he fucked her cunt with the eager finesse usually reserved for hacking keystrokes. The dragging pull of Eliot's palm up and down his cock didn't hurt, though, and god she wanted, wanted more.

"Make me come. Come on, make me come, you ... he-man!" She roared it and grinned at herself, remembering that from a movie she'd seen once on one of Hardison's adult channels. Eliot coughed, but the sounds of his strokes kept time with her thrusting hips and it felt all kinds of fucked up and hot and wrong for her to turn her eyes to him as she licked her lips, for her to pant in his direction, as Alec took her body to higher joyful places.

"Fuck fuck fuck." Her thighs were trembling now, her eyelids fluttering in a way she couldn't help, Eliot and the room swimming as something washed heat through her and snapped. She shouted and shuddered, arching up toward the ceiling as she gushed hot and wet over Hardison's lips.

He continued to lap at her, like her come was spilled honey, even as the aftershocks and too-sensitive spots made her jerk and gasp and squeeze her legs around his head. Eventually, though, he finished with a deep breath and a satisfied sigh.

"Hardison."

She felt his breath catch against her thigh at the gruff, quiet ring of his name, but then he was kissing her softly, just there, and sliding down the bed and out from between her legs. His bare chest and back glinted with sweat, shine against dark, as he crossed the room and sunk down without a word between Eliot's knees. It seemed like this was the only time Alec Hardison ever truly shut up and she grinned at that, grinned for him, and grinned a bit too for herself.

Eliot didn't have to ask, let alone demand, he just looked down at his partner and offered his cock in a tilt toward Hardison's mouth. Alec swallowed it right down, his body shuddering as Eliot's hand latched roughly onto his hair with a grunt. He didn't even try to push away when Eliot held him there for a breath and a half before dragging him up and pressing him down again.

Parker couldn't help her own shiver as she rolled onto her side and watched them - watched Eliot's features take on that hard intensity that he only got when he was fighting someone fun, watched Hardison's body struggle for breath and strength as his mouth was fucked slow and deep and hard. There was no way she could do that, could give either one of them that, but actually, the hippity-hoppity beat in her chest right then said she maybe didn't have to.

Eliot caught her eye and smirked, but couldn't hold it against the groan that Hardison's work pressed from his mouth two seconds later. "Jeezus, man."

Hardison grunted what Parker bet was a laugh and she found her cheeks ached from smiling so much.

"Yeah. Yeah." The minutes ticked by, but Eliot didn't speed his pace and Parker's jaw almost ached in sympathy for her friend, her maybe-kinda-sometimes lover. Eliot went still as a statue moments later, though, his mouth open as if his curses were caught in his throat, and then he was shaking apart with a groan that would frighten small animals. Wow! She pulled back a little, impressed.

When he finally tugged Alec off of him, it was both urgent and gingerly done and she got to hear that sated sigh again. Wait- … That didn't make sense though. Hardison hadn't come, had he? He'd kept his damn jeans on the whole time.

"Gonna clean up?" Eliot's fingers had slid from Alec's hair to the side of his face, his expression fixed with the almost-smirk and sharp eyes that passed as Eliot Spencer brand joy.

"You comin'?" Hardison leaned, just a little, into Eliot's embracing hand.

Eliot glanced her way, but she was already prepared with her earnestly-supportive-friend face. "Don't worry about me." Hardison, expecting her reply, was getting up from his knees and pulling Eliot up from the chair. "I mean ..." She directed her comment to Hardison, the only one left with fully zipped pants. "Unless you ..." She shrugged and Alec gave her a wide grin and a wag of an eyebrow, his hand tight on Eliot's arm.

"Not tonight, sugarlump, but I'll catch you on a rain check."

"Okay." She nodded, tickled warm inside with the endearment that the whole team hated.

Eliot just grunted some sentiment she couldn't understand and shook his head, dragging Hardison into the bathroom and shutting the door.

Listening to the murmur, muffled laughter, and soft thumps of their bodies as they got wrapped up and rough with each other left the smile on her face a little droopy, the happiness she had for them shaking just a little as she wished and wondered differently. In the end, though, she just rolled her eyes and blew at her bangs with a huff. "Boys. Can't live with them. Can't blow them up. ... Not often anyway." This, of course, was worth pondering.

She knew Sophie would approve.
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