“You three better be on your best behavior!” were Nate’s parting words. He and Sophie were going out of town to meet with a prospect, but Nate also wanted to talk to her in private, so Eliot, Parker and Alec had been left behind.
“Aww, mom and dad want some privacy,” Hardison said as the door closed.
“Yeah, to plan each other’s funerals,” Eliot answered, flopping down on the length of Nate’s couch and surfing the obscene number of sports channels.
“You’re taking up the whole couch,” Parker observed.
“I got somewhere you can sit, darlin’,” he replied with a leer.
“No!” Hardison called from the table. “No, y’all… just… no.”
“No what?” Eliot asked, trying to sound innocent.
“We are not having sex at Nate’s place!”
Eliot pulled Parker to sit on his groin. “Who invited you this time?”
Parker giggled, she loved it when Eliot and Alec got like this. It was always the BEST sex when it started with them snarking at each other. She wiggled just a little to get comfortable, Eliot hissed and she felt him get hard under her.
“We are guests. You do not have sex in someone else’s house like that.”
“How would you prefer we do it?” Eliot asked, feigning attention on the sports news. “Is there a Ms. Manners page dedicated to the proper way to christen someone’s couch for them? In fact, you should google it. I bet there probably is.” He turned his attention to Parker, who was still wiggling her delectable ass on his dick. “That woman has advice for everything.” He trailed a hand up over her thigh and had to force himself not to groan when she parted her thighs.
Alec was muttering something about how Eliot had been raised by wolves, but his fingers were typing.
Parker did That Thing where she stretched and wiggled and made the smallest little moan. She did it on purpose. Eliot knew that she did it on purpose, but that didn’t stop him from grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling her down into a fierce, claiming kiss.
“Ms Manners doesn’t touch having sex in someone else’s house. Nor is she willing to touch on polygamy. So basically we are in uncharted terri- CUT THAT OUT! You are on Nate’s couch! He told you to behave yourselves! Y’all should be ashamed.”
Parker sat up again, Eliot following because he was unwilling to stop mouthing her nipple. “Can’t we just have… like… polite sex?”
Alec’s vision narrowed down to Eliot’s mouth working Parker’s pink nipple between his teeth, her pale skin against his dark-stubbled chin. “Um…”
Parker laughed the way she did when there was some serious mischief afoot and she got to be part of it. She threw her shirt off and started pulling up Eliot’s three tee shirts – and seriously, why didn’t he just get a sweatshirt like a normal person? – and arched her back the way she knew drove them both crazy.
“Damn it,” Alec whispered as he stood and walked to the two of them. “Y’all better be, like, mindin’ your Ps and Qs.”
"Get over here and I'll mind yours for you," Eliot said.
"Stop talking with your mouth full," Parker teased.
He tossed his shirt to the floor. “And tell me that the cushions have slip covers that we can take to our own dry cleaner?”
No one answered him, but the way Parker just swallowed his cock as soon as she could reach it, he didn’t really care so much.
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Date: 2009-12-07 07:40 pm (UTC)“Aww, mom and dad want some privacy,” Hardison said as the door closed.
“Yeah, to plan each other’s funerals,” Eliot answered, flopping down on the length of Nate’s couch and surfing the obscene number of sports channels.
“You’re taking up the whole couch,” Parker observed.
“I got somewhere you can sit, darlin’,” he replied with a leer.
“No!” Hardison called from the table. “No, y’all… just… no.”
“No what?” Eliot asked, trying to sound innocent.
“We are not having sex at Nate’s place!”
Eliot pulled Parker to sit on his groin. “Who invited you this time?”
Parker giggled, she loved it when Eliot and Alec got like this. It was always the BEST sex when it started with them snarking at each other. She wiggled just a little to get comfortable, Eliot hissed and she felt him get hard under her.
“We are guests. You do not have sex in someone else’s house like that.”
“How would you prefer we do it?” Eliot asked, feigning attention on the sports news. “Is there a Ms. Manners page dedicated to the proper way to christen someone’s couch for them? In fact, you should google it. I bet there probably is.” He turned his attention to Parker, who was still wiggling her delectable ass on his dick. “That woman has advice for everything.” He trailed a hand up over her thigh and had to force himself not to groan when she parted her thighs.
Alec was muttering something about how Eliot had been raised by wolves, but his fingers were typing.
Parker did That Thing where she stretched and wiggled and made the smallest little moan. She did it on purpose. Eliot knew that she did it on purpose, but that didn’t stop him from grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling her down into a fierce, claiming kiss.
“Ms Manners doesn’t touch having sex in someone else’s house. Nor is she willing to touch on polygamy. So basically we are in uncharted terri- CUT THAT OUT! You are on Nate’s couch! He told you to behave yourselves! Y’all should be ashamed.”
Parker sat up again, Eliot following because he was unwilling to stop mouthing her nipple. “Can’t we just have… like… polite sex?”
Alec’s vision narrowed down to Eliot’s mouth working Parker’s pink nipple between his teeth, her pale skin against his dark-stubbled chin. “Um…”
Parker laughed the way she did when there was some serious mischief afoot and she got to be part of it. She threw her shirt off and started pulling up Eliot’s three tee shirts – and seriously, why didn’t he just get a sweatshirt like a normal person? – and arched her back the way she knew drove them both crazy.
“Damn it,” Alec whispered as he stood and walked to the two of them. “Y’all better be, like, mindin’ your Ps and Qs.”
"Get over here and I'll mind yours for you," Eliot said.
"Stop talking with your mouth full," Parker teased.
He tossed his shirt to the floor. “And tell me that the cushions have slip covers that we can take to our own dry cleaner?”
No one answered him, but the way Parker just swallowed his cock as soon as she could reach it, he didn’t really care so much.