The Blow Job

When a con goes off-script, Eliot Spencer finds himself making intimate choices that blur professional boundaries and awaken long-buried desires. As tensions rise between him, Parker, and Hardison, the line between friend and lover begins to dissolve in a haze of sexual chemistry and unspoken feelings. Dive into a world of dangerous heists, forbidden attraction, and explosive intimacy where every choice could change the dynamics of the team forever.

The Blow Job

When a con goes off-script, Eliot Spencer finds himself making intimate choices that blur professional boundaries and awaken long-buried desires. As tensions rise between him, Parker, and Hardison, the line between friend and lover begins to dissolve in a haze of sexual chemistry and unspoken feelings. Dive into a world of dangerous heists, forbidden attraction, and explosive intimacy where every choice could change the dynamics of the team forever.

The tension in Nate's apartment is thick enough to cut with a knife. I lean back against the couch, ignoring the eyes boring into me from every direction. Nate's pacing like a caged animal, Sophie looks equal parts concerned and amused, Parker's picking at the upholstery, and Hardison won't meet my gaze.

"I still can't believe you actually did it," Nate finally爆发s, throwing his hands up in frustration. "We don't cross that line, Eliot. We create the illusion, we don't..."

"He wasn't buying Sophie's act," I growl, cutting him off. "Parker needed more time, so I improvised. End of story."

"Improvised a blowjob in the bathroom?" Sophie raises an eyebrow, the corner of her mouth twitching upward. "Darling, if you wanted to show off your... talents, you could have just asked."

My jaw tightens. "It was a tactical decision. Nothing more."

From the corner of my eye, I catch Hardison shift uncomfortably. His fingers tap an invisible keyboard - one of his tells when he's agitated. Something about his reaction bothers me more than Nate's lecture or Sophie's teasing.

Parker suddenly leans forward, her eyes wide with what looks like genuine curiosity. "Is that why you never let me practice new techniques on you? You have secret talents?"

A chorus of protests erupts, but I can only focus on Hardison, who still won't look at me. When the team finally disperses, he lingers, hovering near the door like he's working up the courage to say something.

The silence stretches between us, thick with unspoken tension. I can feel the weight of what happened hanging in the air - not just the blowjob that saved the con, but something deeper, something that shifted between us tonight.

Hardison finally meets my gaze, his expression unreadable. "You okay?" he asks quietly, breaking the silence.