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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Leverage
  Relationship:
      Parker/Eliot_Spencer
  Character:
      Parker_(Leverage), Eliot_Spencer
  Additional Tags:
      Bathroom_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-10-25 Words: 2599
****** An Unexpected Night ******
by Soquilii9
Summary
     Eliot Spencer, exhausted, tired and bloody, never expected this...
By Soquilii on a Colorado mountaintop 10/20/15
I claim no ownership of these characters nor the concept of Leverage. However,
as an unpaid writer, I claim the right to make my favorite characters do as I
wish. This story is so completely against canon as to be unbelievable, but
those who live in the same alternate universes I do might appreciate it.
                        [http://imgur.com/8OT7Cxy.jpg]

Eliot wearily entered and gratefully closed behind him the door to his own
home. He let out a jaded sigh. The most current Leverage, Inc. job was done;
the satisfied client given an auspicious outcome; one more job completed; under
his belt; hung up to dry. The hitter had once again protected the team.
Whatever description you wanted to apply, it was done.
He was too tired to be hungry. He headed to the luxuriously appointed bathroom.
He was filthy and bloody and at the moment he wanted nothing more than a hot
shower. No… He did a one-eighty to the kitchen, grabbed three beers out of the
fridge and headed back to the bathroom. A few minutes in a steaming hot tub to
relax his tired muscles was what he needed.
A few minutes later, surrounded by steam and wincing from the hot water that
stung his minor injuries, he was easing himself into the deep, wide, dark green
marble garden tub and sighing appreciatively. A sip now and then from a cold
beer bottle somehow regulated his temperature and the alcohol eased his aches
and pains. He finished the bottle and set it on the marble ledge, belched
loudly, retrieved and finished another, belched again and submerged himself
beneath the water.
When he came up for air, long hair plastered over his face, he was startled to
hear a familiar voice: that of his friend and partner, Parker, who sat perched
on the wide edge of his tub, passively staring down at him.
‘Hi, Sparky,’ she said, conversationally.
‘Parker?!? What in fuck are you doing here? In here? Now??’ Eliot skinned the
hair back from his face with both hands and scowled up at his teammate in
astonishment. He knew Parker was a tad… off, but this was unbelievable.
‘Weren’t you released to go home? The job’s done! Is Hardison with you?!’ Eliot
looked past Parker in hopes her dark-skinned lover was lounging in the doorway,
perhaps giggling, covering his mouth in glee because they had invaded Eliot’s
personal space as a joke. Boy, had they.
But Hardison wasn’t there.
‘Well??’ Eliot barked.
Parker gazed into the hot bath water, seemingly unaware that she was looking
Eliot over from reddened toes to moist chest hair. Her behavior was bizarre,
even more so than normal. Eliot grabbed a small towel from the rack overhead
and placed it over his groin.
‘Jesus, Parker, what’s wrong with you?!’
‘Hardison and I had a fight,’ she stated, flatly. ‘I didn’t know what to do, so
I -’
‘A fight? About what?’
‘Doesn’t matter … we just … had a fight. A bad one. We broke up. Just now. We
were driving by, and I asked him to drop me off here. I didn’t think you’d
mind.’
Eliot sighed. ‘Normally I wouldn’t, Parker, but this job was a tough one. You
know that. Now I’m tired and dirty, and I’d like to have my bath in private, if
you don’t mind, so how about you go into the kitchen, make whatever you want,
and I’ll be in there in a minute. All right?’
He was hard put to keep his voice light and his manner patient. Underneath, he
was ready to kill her.
Parker remained perched on his tub.
‘Did you hear me, Parker?’
‘What am I going to do about Hardison?’
‘Give it some time. Give me some time, Parker. Damn it, I want to bealone in
here for a while. Don’t you get that?’
‘No.’
‘Parker…’ he growled, temper rising.
‘I don’t want to be alone, Eliot. I’ve spent every night with Hardison and I
can’t …’
Without warning, Parker suddenly raised her sweater over her head, dropped it
on the floor, unhooked her bra and slid her jeans down. She kicked them off;
before a stunned Eliot could react, an unbelievable occurrence, because in a
fight he always possessed the fastest reflexes; she had somehow slid into the
tub with him. Like a child, she lay her head on his shoulder and put her arm
over him.
He didn’t know what to do.
‘Parker?’
‘I don’t want to be alone, Eliot. Please.’ She raised her head and kissed the
corner of his mouth.
‘Parker, what the hell are you doing?’
She kissed him, again, on the corner of his mouth. He wormed away.
‘Parker, wait… ask yourself this. What if Hardison walked in here right now?’
She said nothing but continued to nuzzle him, kissing his ear lightly under his
wet hair.
‘Parker, did you lock the front door after you picked it?’
‘Yes,’ she finally answered.
‘Just what is it you’re doing, Parker? Do you knowwhat you’re doing? Let me ask
you this: do you want this to happen?!’
‘Yes.’
‘I don’t think you know what you want. I think you’re a mixed-up kid. Better
think about what you’re doing, Parker. Better think long and hard and …‘
Parker’s hand had moved from Eliot’s shoulder to his groin. She removed the
towel and passed her hand lightly over him. A strangled groan escaped his lips;
despite the tight control he was attempting to maintain, his body didn’t seem
to care one way or another; his manhood was on the rise whether he liked it or
not.
The water was cooling. Swiftly, Parker twisted the hot spigot and tempered it
with the cold. The overflow drain was soon gurgling. Parker again let her hand
brush against Eliot.
‘Parker, stop. I said stop. Stop it!’
For the first time she looked directly into his eyes. Her wet hair fell over
her shoulders; the ends floating free underwater, concealing her small breasts.
Eliot was taken aback by the naked, urgent need in those eyes; those quirky,
childish, yet compelling eyes. She grabbed the last beer and took a healthy
swig from it. She offered the rest to Eliot. He hesitated, then accepted it
from her, draining it swiftly.
She took the bottle from him and gently set it on the ledge beside the other
two. Eliot grabbed the floating towel, squeezed some of the water out of it and
threw it over the side of the tub. It landed with a wet splat on the stone
floor. He took Parker’s face in both hands and slowly pulled her closer. At
first hesitating, as if he was still struggling with his decision, he finally
drew her close and lightly pressed his lips to hers.
She drew back and as if to get his permission, asked, ‘OK?’
‘OK. Just this once. Maybe you and Har-‘
‘Let it be you and me, Eliot. Just you and me. Just this once.’
She moved in on him and took his lips hungrily. Eliot surrendered; the feelings
Parker’s lips were evoking were relaxing him in ways hot water and a few beers
couldn’t touch. He leaned his head back until his ears were under water,
listening in astonishment to his own heart racing faster and faster. She lay
upon him, pressing him lightly to the bottom of the tub which was deep enough
to cover them both with very warm water without spilling over. She pushed him
back against the sloping tub and took his hands in hers, placing them on either
side of his head, in effect holding him down as her lips hungrily took his.
Eliot didn’t like the position; as a fighter or in sex, he preferred to be the
aggressor; this position rankled him. He raised his head out of the water and
wrested his hands free of hers to clasp Parker around the waist. He lifted her
to the surface of the water, and held her over him for a moment. Their eyes
met. She brought her legs up and as he lowered her, she guided him gently
inside.
He winced and groaned; feeling at once a betrayal, an incredible physical urge
and immense satisfaction. His mind shut the door – hard – on the image of his
friend and partner frowning at him, standing with fists clenched, ready to
fight. And it just might come to that. But for now, being inside Parker was
more exquisite than he ever imagined.
From the beginning he had felt first; a sense of bewilderment and irritation at
Parker’s quirky ways which had moved slowly toward toleration only because she
was a valuable member of the team, on to a fiercely protective devotion. Later
on, he even felt slightly attracted to her … a feeling he quickly subdued on
learning that she and Hardison had a thing going. In the last five years Eliot
had run a gamut of emotions about Parker. This was the culmination of deeply
felt and even more deeply hidden feelings. What they would do with it
afterwards … they’d worry about afterwards. For now…
Parker was strangely calm. As he entered her, she didn’t seem overwhelmed or
overly excited or even desperate. Of course, there hadn’t been that much
foreplay, but just maybe – aw, shit, there he was, there was Hardison again,
impinging on his thoughts – maybe his hacker friend was more generously endowed
than Eliot and he didn’t quite fill the bill…but Parker was so exquisitely
tight around him! He didn’t know if that was it, or if she was using him, or if
this was more of … well, Parker at her weirdest. She was almost an automaton in
the act. Her face showed no emotion; she didn’t vocalize; she didn’t even
breathe heavily. Of course, sex in a bathtub in one position was never going to
win out over a good, soft bed…
‘Parker,’ he managed, ‘get under me. Or if you’re set on this, let’s go to
bed.’
‘No.’
Parker sat straight up with Eliot deep inside her, displaying her small
breasts, streaming blonde hair flowing over them, and placed her small hands on
his chest. He braced himself against the back of the tub. Where his feet
pressed against the front, fresh, hot water still flowed from the tap. Only the
overflow drain kept the water from spilling out. The large water heater would
last another hour, he figured, then they’d be forced to get out. Maybe. Knowing
Parker, they could be here all night, freezing to death and pruned beyond
recognition.
Parker began moving. Eliot gripped the sides of the tub, allowing her to take
control, to take them both on the journey. It was apparently what she wanted,
so he allowed her to control the act. Impassively, she moved on him in every
direction, wrenching groans and gasps from him despite his efforts to remain
silent. As experienced as he was in all things, Eliot Spencer was a tad over
his depth; this was a new experience in the hands of someone he had wanted but
allowed someone else to have. What would Hardison think?!
Goddamn it, the man kept creeping into his thoughts. Was that why he felt
himself swelling even larger inside Parker? Was that why the throbbing was
becoming unbearable?He was doing something risqué; something forbidden,
something so totally un-kosher it was increasing the excitement tenfold. He
grit his teeth and thrust his hips upward. It had become a carnal desire with
no thought behind it. Water splashed out onto the stone floor. His hands
encircled Parker’s waist, then slid up to cup her breasts.
She threw her head back; the first time she’d indicated to him that she was
feeling…something. He wanted his mouth on her. One hand on her back pressed her
down so he could whorl his tongue, lick and suck her tender flesh. Her
breathing escalated. Her hips and his clenched and thrust together, gently,
then with increasing frequency and pressure. Eliot’s soft grunts and throaty
growls met with Parker’s breathy groans as they approached Nirvana. He could
feel her tighten around him; the time had come, simultaneously, as time
stopped; breaths ceased and the choppy waters of the large bathtub became a
flat calm. Eliot jerked and shuddered; Parker clenched the sides of the tub.
Slowly they came down, relaxed, and sank gratefully into the warm water to
rest. Eliot’s big shoulders lifted out of the water as he leaned back, and
Parker rested her head gratefully against him.
The water still ran warm from the faucet.
They remained motionless for many minutes. Eliot waited for Parker to tell him
what to do. When she didn’t move, he became concerned.
‘Parker?’
She didn’t answer.
‘Hey…Parker. You ok?’
Damned if she wasn’t sound asleep.
Eliot threw his head back and ran his fingers through his wet hair. Well, he’d
have to do something. Parker was snoring softly.
Being careful not to let her head dip below the water, he shifted until his
fingers could pull the chain to the plug. The water spiraled softly down the
drain; when it was low enough, Eliot slowly rose from the water and stepped out
onto the stone floor, still holding Parker’s head up. He moved his hands to
easily lift her slight form out of the tub. Carrying her, he padded to the
closet where he withdrew an extra-large towel and threw it over her. Another
door opened to his bedroom; he lay her nude form, wrapped in the towel, on the
dark brown comforter. After the towel had absorbed all the moisture, he removed
it and placed Parker beneath clean, cool sheets. He wrapped her towel around
his waist and sat in the easy chair by the bed.
~~~~~
The next thing he knew, it was morning; his bed was empty; Parker was gone, and
he was stiff from sleeping with his head in his hand all night. What the fuck
had gone down?
No jobs raised their ugly heads for a few days, for which Eliot was grateful.
He wasn’t sure he wanted to face Parker, and he damned sure didn’t want to face
Hardison … Sophie, neither, because with her instinctive intuitiveness, she’d
have a line on what had gone down surer than shit. Nate, thankfully, wouldn’t
have a clue, especially if he was in his cups…
So he was granted a reprieve of unknown duration; time in which to gather his
thoughts and plan what he wanted to say or do. Also to hit the gym, in case
Hardison wanted to fight. Fuck only knew what consequences would come of last
night.
He didn’t allow himself the luxury of remembering how nice it had been.
Offbeat, yeah; unexpected, affirm; initially unwanted, jeez; but … nice. Parker
had shown him a side of herself he had never before seen, and had trusted him.
Completely. She had lost her way; hadn’t known where to go and she came to him.
It was going to be up to her to tell him what to do next. Until the next job
came up and the team came together for the usual briefing, until he next met
her eyes and read the ending there, he’d have to live in limbo. As for
Hardison…
For a man who had withstood torture; being shot; knifed; beaten; who had done
wetwork, run the most dangerous games with some of the world’s most dangerous
people … waiting for the consequences of this night was going to be the most
difficult thing Eliot Spencer had ever done.
The End
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 quite
well. Yet the other man groaned with pain but also with pleasure. God, he would
never have thought that this voice would make him so excited. He calmly kissed
him and forced him to concentrate on the same with a passionate tongue instead
of on the pain. It worked and the lower one began to relax. Little by little,
two more fingers followed which he moved apart to spread and scissoring him.
Then suddenly Kageyama groaned loudly and lustfully. Oikawa had to grin, he had
found his prostata.
Once again he made the same movement and again the moaning followed. So it was
really that point. Quickly the fingers were removed and he rubbed his boner
again with the lotion before he wiped his hands and threw the lotion into the
next corner. However, he did hold firmly to the hips of Kageyama so that he
could not flee. After all, he was bigger than his fingers. And then he thrusted
in him before Kageyama even know. Oikawa was trembling and tried to control
himself. He was not allowed to rush things and fuck into him deep and hard. But
what he thought and what he did were two different things. With a jerk he had
sunk to the root in Kageyamas ass. He screamed and crammed. He could feel the
bloody marks on his back as he scraped along. Oikawa managed to stay so, and
stroked the tears away. "Shh ... I'm sorry ... I could not control myself." He
tried to make it clear with a trembling voice. He himself had to groan
something as it became even more tight around him because the other so tense.
"Tobio please ... does it hurt so bad?" He whimpered and looked him in the
eyes.
Of course it hurt the setter! That Trashykawa could not get himself together
and slow down! But slowly he got used to it and began to relax again. He was
bigger than his fingers and that was actually the main problem when he'd rammed
into him so suddenly. Kageyama pushed him slightly towards him to signal him
that it was okay to move. He did not want to say it, that would be too
embarrassing. He already made his legs wide for him, like one of his bitches.
Goose bumps went through the whole body of Kageyama as he heard the soft moan
of the brown-haired boy. It irritated him immensely and it did not sound ugly.
Slowly he began to move and to sink again and again into the lower one.
Although somehow they tried to hold back their voices, but this did not go so
well and so their moaning sounded the whole room. It smelled of sweat and
incredible pleasure and you could feel it. Oikawa was only a little more
excited. He lifted slightly the hip of Kageyama and then raised his legs so
that he could push in deeper. When he then also hit his prostata, Kageyama
simply could not doing and came loudly. Oikawa heard his first name as he
moaned. At the moment, the setter was close and he fucked a few more times fast
into him before he come deep into him and painted his walls white. He moaned
and came with the first name of Kageyama on his lips.
"I love you Tobio-chan ~" he breathed into the ear of the younger one as he had
dropped beside him and took him in his arms, again adjusting his voice.
Kageyama was so ashamed and was bright red. He tried to hide his face somehow
and hissed at him again in the old manner.
"Shut up Trashykawa!"
"You're just as mean as Iwa-chan." Pouted then the older played.
Kageyama muttered something hardly audible in front of him, but Oikawa could
get along very well what that was.
"I love you too."
So they both slept. What nobody knew: Oikawa had somehow stupidly tapped on the
phone from Kageyama when he had pulled it off. So there was a small shocked
Hinata at the other end of the phone who had wondered why Kageyama called him.
He will never be able to look them in the eyes again.
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