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Dec. 23rd, 2008 11:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
longsufferinglyYOU KNOW WHAT I LOVE?
LEVERAGE.
YOU KNOW WHO I ESPECIALLY LOVE?
HARDISON.
YOU KNOW WHAT PAIRING I JUST WROTE LAME FIC FOR?
ELIOT/HARDISON.
here you go. someday I will get good at Leverage fic. until that time, we have this.
"See, this is more, like, my arena," says Hardison. "You can keep your--"
"My what, exactly," Eliot shoots back. "My real world skills? I can actually hotwire a car, you know."
Hardison waves his hand as he jacks some car in his game. "If it's got a computer, I can get it."
"If it's got keys, I can get it."
"That right there?" says Hardison, pausing his game so he can look at Eliot. "That's your problem, man. You are living in the past. And me? I'm the future."
"If you're the future, we are all screwed."
"Don't be bitter cuz you ain't as badass as me," says Hardigan. "Ain't becoming."
"There is no world where you're more of a badass than me."
"No, here it is," says Hardison. "San Andreas. I am the baddest motherfucker here."
"Please," says Eliot. "I could beat you at this with one arm tied behind my back."
Hardison raises his eyebrows, and then throws the controller in his lap.
"Go right ahead," he says.
Eliot grins.
*
The thing is, Eliot likes Hardison. Doesn't mean he doesn't like taking the kid down a peg or two, but he's a good guy. And Eliot realizes that between the way Parker is crazy and whatever's going down between Nate and Sophie, Hardison's pretty much the only person on the team he could sleep with.
Not that Eliot thinks he has to be sleeping with someone at all times, but a man's got urges. And if those urges are going in Hardison's direction, Eliot doesn't actually mind so much. He's pretty far from the kid who believed in fucking promise rings, but he still prefers his sex with a little connection. And he and Hardison get along.
So what if the dude's a nerd? Eliot'd rather flirt over Grand Theft Auto than get knock-out drunk anyway.
That's more Nate's thing.
*
"I thought you didn't like guns," Hardison points out, as Eliot shoots a cop.
"Real guns," says Eliot. "Computer guns? That's all fine."
"You know, they got some guns with computers in them now. It's some pretty sweet stuff, man. I could send you some articles..."
Eliot doesn't know how nerds reproduce. He's pretty sure Hardison is trying to flirt with him. It's a little funny, how bad he is at it.
"I don't need articles about guns, Hardison."
"Figured you'd wanna keep up to date on the latest shit."
"I keep up."
Hardison glances over at him. "How'd you get so good at this game, anyway?"
"I have hobbies," Eliot shoots back with a smirk.
"Yeah, horses and hockey. Not video games."
"I have a lot of hobbies."
"Next you're gonna be telling me you knit."
"Just scarves," says Eliot. "They're real easy."
"Man, you are the gayest straight assassin I ever met."
That, Eliot suspects, is Hardison's idea of subtlety. He wonders if they guy's ever gotten laid without paying for it.
"You want to stop beating around the bush here?" asks Eliot.
"What bush? I ain't beating anything," says Hardison, too quickly.
"I know me playing video games is, like, the biggest turn-on for you. Trust me, it's obvious."
"I love a man who can fake jack a fake car," Hardison shoots back.
"Will you two just have sex already?"
Eliot nearly jumps out of his skin when he hears the voice. He spins and Parker's behind them with a bowl of popcorn.
"I want to use the TV," she continues.
"Jesus, how long you been there?" asks Eliot.
"Long enough," says Parker. She settles down onto the couch between them. "Go away."
Hardison meets Eliot's gaze over Parker's head. "You heard the lady," he says.
"You don't wanna argue with crazy," Eliot agrees.
He really used to be smooth. This whole good guy thing? Definitely messing with his game.
Well, whatever.
LEVERAGE.
YOU KNOW WHO I ESPECIALLY LOVE?
HARDISON.
YOU KNOW WHAT PAIRING I JUST WROTE LAME FIC FOR?
ELIOT/HARDISON.
here you go. someday I will get good at Leverage fic. until that time, we have this.
"See, this is more, like, my arena," says Hardison. "You can keep your--"
"My what, exactly," Eliot shoots back. "My real world skills? I can actually hotwire a car, you know."
Hardison waves his hand as he jacks some car in his game. "If it's got a computer, I can get it."
"If it's got keys, I can get it."
"That right there?" says Hardison, pausing his game so he can look at Eliot. "That's your problem, man. You are living in the past. And me? I'm the future."
"If you're the future, we are all screwed."
"Don't be bitter cuz you ain't as badass as me," says Hardigan. "Ain't becoming."
"There is no world where you're more of a badass than me."
"No, here it is," says Hardison. "San Andreas. I am the baddest motherfucker here."
"Please," says Eliot. "I could beat you at this with one arm tied behind my back."
Hardison raises his eyebrows, and then throws the controller in his lap.
"Go right ahead," he says.
Eliot grins.
*
The thing is, Eliot likes Hardison. Doesn't mean he doesn't like taking the kid down a peg or two, but he's a good guy. And Eliot realizes that between the way Parker is crazy and whatever's going down between Nate and Sophie, Hardison's pretty much the only person on the team he could sleep with.
Not that Eliot thinks he has to be sleeping with someone at all times, but a man's got urges. And if those urges are going in Hardison's direction, Eliot doesn't actually mind so much. He's pretty far from the kid who believed in fucking promise rings, but he still prefers his sex with a little connection. And he and Hardison get along.
So what if the dude's a nerd? Eliot'd rather flirt over Grand Theft Auto than get knock-out drunk anyway.
That's more Nate's thing.
*
"I thought you didn't like guns," Hardison points out, as Eliot shoots a cop.
"Real guns," says Eliot. "Computer guns? That's all fine."
"You know, they got some guns with computers in them now. It's some pretty sweet stuff, man. I could send you some articles..."
Eliot doesn't know how nerds reproduce. He's pretty sure Hardison is trying to flirt with him. It's a little funny, how bad he is at it.
"I don't need articles about guns, Hardison."
"Figured you'd wanna keep up to date on the latest shit."
"I keep up."
Hardison glances over at him. "How'd you get so good at this game, anyway?"
"I have hobbies," Eliot shoots back with a smirk.
"Yeah, horses and hockey. Not video games."
"I have a lot of hobbies."
"Next you're gonna be telling me you knit."
"Just scarves," says Eliot. "They're real easy."
"Man, you are the gayest straight assassin I ever met."
That, Eliot suspects, is Hardison's idea of subtlety. He wonders if they guy's ever gotten laid without paying for it.
"You want to stop beating around the bush here?" asks Eliot.
"What bush? I ain't beating anything," says Hardison, too quickly.
"I know me playing video games is, like, the biggest turn-on for you. Trust me, it's obvious."
"I love a man who can fake jack a fake car," Hardison shoots back.
"Will you two just have sex already?"
Eliot nearly jumps out of his skin when he hears the voice. He spins and Parker's behind them with a bowl of popcorn.
"I want to use the TV," she continues.
"Jesus, how long you been there?" asks Eliot.
"Long enough," says Parker. She settles down onto the couch between them. "Go away."
Hardison meets Eliot's gaze over Parker's head. "You heard the lady," he says.
"You don't wanna argue with crazy," Eliot agrees.
He really used to be smooth. This whole good guy thing? Definitely messing with his game.
Well, whatever.
