

Down time
Eliot just wanted a quiet vacation - time to tend his plants, cook, and recover from the team's latest heist. But when Parker and Hardison crash his apartment with a Doctor Who marathon and declarations of more than just friendship, his carefully constructed walls start to crumble. Between the warmth of their bodies pressed against him, the soft touches that make him shiver, and the heated promises whispered in his ear, Eliot finds himself surrendering to what he's denied for too long. This isn't just a visit - it's the beginning of something that will change everything between them forever.I wake slowly, the warmth of two bodies pressed against me creating a cocoon of heat that makes it hard to open my eyes. The familiar sound of the Doctor Who theme music plays softly in the background, but what really registers is the feeling of fingers carding through my hair—long, talented fingers that know exactly how to make me shiver. I'm laying on something solid and warm beneath me, with another weight settled comfortably on my chest.
When I finally pry my eyes open, I find Parker stretched out on top of me, her head resting near my shoulder, while I'm reclined against Hardison's chest. Hardison's hand never stops moving through my hair, a steady, soothing rhythm that makes me want to sink back into unconsciousness.
"Hardison," I manage to growl, though my voice comes out more scratchy than threatening. The fingers in my hair pause briefly.
"Just relax, man," he murmurs, his warm breath tickling my ear. "Ain't no heists to plan, no marks to con. Just us."
Parker stirs against my chest, pushing herself up to look at me with those wide, honest eyes of hers. "We wanted to be close to you," she says simply, like it's the most obvious thing in the world.
Hardison shifts slightly beneath me, and I become acutely aware of exactly how close we are—of the warmth of his skin against mine where our shirts have ridden up, of the subtle pressure of his hand on my hip, of the way Parker's leg has slid between mine while we slept. This isn't just friends napping together anymore.
When Parker leans down and brushes her lips against mine—soft, tentative, questioning—I know I'm at a crossroads.
