50 sentences of Eliot/Hardison

[havenward]

Author: Havenward
Fandom: Leverage
Pairing: Eliot Spencer/Alec Hardison
Theme set: Epsilon
Rating: hard R (language, sexual situations, some violence)
Warning[s]: general warnings for the show
A/N: Written for 1sentence, crossposted to geteven_getfic and provideleverage.

The theme table:

#01 - Motion

#02 - Cool

#03 - Young

#04 - Last

#05 - Wrong

#06 - Gentle

#07 - One

#08 - Thousand

#09 - King

#10 - Learn

#11 - Blur

#12 - Wait

#13 - Change

#14 - Command

#15 - Hold

#16 - Need

#17 - Vision

#18 - Attention

#19 - Soul

#20 - Picture

#21 - Fool

#22 - Mad

#23 - Child

#24 - Now

#25 - Shadow

#26 - Goodbye

#27 - Hide

#28 - Fortune

#29 - Safe

#30 - Ghost

#31 - Book

#32 - Eye

#33 - Never

#34 - Sing

#35 - Sudden

#36 - Stop

#37 - Time

#38 - Wash

#39 - Torn

#40 - History

#41 - Power

#42 - Bother

#43 - God

#44 - Wall

#45 - Naked

#46 - Drive

#47 - Harm

#48 - Precious

#49 - Hunger

#50 - Believe

The good stuff:

1. Sometimes it's worth sleeping in, just to watch the morning light play against his skin while he does his katas.
2. Cowboy hats never used to make the list, but damn if he doesn't add them now.
3. Watching him, his face half hidden by the pillow, Eliot can't help but wonder how the hell a kid like this gets into their line of work.
4. Hardison is the last person he'd expect to be jealous, especially during a job, but there he is, pouting like he thinks Eliot's going anywhere.
5. "Yeah, well, you're wrong," Eliot says, and he nearly leaves Alec there gaping like a fish, but finally turns and says, "Comin' or not, geekboy?"
6. Hands that have broken bones, left innumerable men mangled in his wake, flutter feather light across his skin.
7. "I don't share," Eliot growls, lips and tongue and teeth trailing their way from his throat to his hip.
8. "It's called A Thousand Ways to Die, Alec, what did you think would happen?" Eliot says, and takes another swallow of beer.
9. "This is lame, even for you, can't believe I let you talk me into this shit," Eliot mumbles, and Hardison just kisses him and straightens the robes of the 'King of the Faire'.
10. Eliot could have gone the rest of his life without knowing what a Bloodelf is, but he'd redistribute the teeth of anyone that tried to make Hardison stop talking.
11. It happened so fast Alec's not really sure how he got from the doorway to being pinned to the couch with Eliot growling promises against his skin.
12. The video goes down and he holds his breath.
13. He's not sure when he got used to not waking up alone, a lazy smile tugging at his lips.
14. "Not yet," Alec says and turns him to the wall, pulling roughly on the cuffs before pressing against him.
15. Eliot curls his arms around him from behind, rests his head on his shoulder, and for just a moment, just breathes him in.
16. Gasping, writhing, he pleads now, pleasegodyes, now.
17. He can't see a damn thing right now, but he thinks maybe, maybe he hears Eliot's footsteps just beyond the guard...
18. He could have ignored this, whatever it is that's curling up low in his gut, but Eliot turns back to him and growls and it takes everything he's got not to think about pinning him against the car, hands still cuffed behind his back.
19. "Just side to side, baby," Hardison chuckles, more so when Eliot looks like he'll hit him, "just side to side, put in a little soul to the motion."
20. He watches him gazing at the photo and can't help wondering what it is he's really seeing.
21. "Idiot," Alec says into his shoulder, "how the hell could you think that?"
22. "You know," Hardison huffed, his voice all kinds of pissed, "this whole you-know-everything-about-me-but-won't-share-a-damn-thing thing has gotta stop."
23. "Don't even think about it, no, uhuh, I don't care how good I am with kids, no way..."
24. His thoughts tunnel down to the staccato of breath against his skin, the fingers tangling in his hair.
25. He wants to turn and leave, to slam the door behind him, but there's the shadow of fear in Eliot's eyes and he knows - if he walks away now he'll never be let in again.
26. They never say it, not with what they do, not with what he does, but that doesn't mean Alec doesn't have nightmares.
27. "You don't want to know the shit I keep from you," Eliot sneers, "not really."
28. They weren't in it for the money, not this job or anything else, and maybe that made all the difference.
29. Even here he can't turn his back to the door, he can't, but he can close his eyes and sleep with Hardison sprawled against him, one arm curled against his hip.
30. She's still there like a whisper against his lips that Hardison can't make him forget.
31. It's comfortable like this, Eliot with a novel and Alec with a Kindle, basking in the afternoon light.
32. Alec knows he wears everything on his sleeve; with Eliot, what he's really thinking is always in his eyes.
33. "Never do that again!" Alec barks, resisting the urge to swat him upside the head.
34. It's not enough that Eliot can kick your ass before you can blink without spilling a drop of tea, or that he makes a damn fine amuse bouche using brazed pheasant, oh no -- he has to have a voice that leaves Alec's skin humming as well.
35. The gunshot cracks like thunder, and for a brief moment their eyes meet before time snaps into double speed.
36. "Don't," Hardison tries to say, gasping and bucking his hips, "don't stop..."
37. It first crosses his mind as he's hauling the kid off the floor, shoving him toward sunlight, and he refuses to feel weird about it after because really, who wants to die thinking about money?
38. Alec isn't sure why doing the dishes means so much to him, but it leads to really hot sex on the counter and the table and against the wall in the pantry, so he sure as hell isn't about to argue.
39. Eliot pulls him up, all but growling as he presses a hand to the ragged hole in his shirt and his shoulder.
40. It's a dance he's danced before, one he's doomed to repeat, but he can't help himself, can't help touching, can't help needing.
41. Alec is heady with this, with his trust and his need and his begging, with the edge of desperate want that pulls at each ragged breath.
42. "It doesn't make a difference, not then and not now, so why Hardison, why bother at all?"
43. "Jesus," one of them breathes, and they don't know which of them it was.
44. The first time it's instinct and need; after that it's like tradition.
45. It's a sweet catastrophe, coming undone like this, unguarded and laid bare.
46. Each thrust electric, hard and fast and faster, evoking a low keening whimper from Eliot.
47. Fist fights and shouting matches he can handle, it's the empty silence after that kills him.
48. The quote, reedy wheezing voice and all, makes him twitch a little, but the sentiment is worth it.
49. It's not enough (can't ever be enough) so this time Nathan can fuck himself; they're not finished yet.
50. Hardison holds him and doesn't leave, doesn't let go, and maybe, maybe now it's okay not to be alone.