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Hardison knew that they weren’t going to fix Eliot’s Issues-he put the capital on-overnight. Deep trauma like that didn’t just go away, no matter how many years that intervened. Something could and would always come along and rip at it, tearing until it was raw and oozing again. But there were things he and Parker could do to help.
One was immediately giving him complete verbal and written permission for suppressant and blocker prescriptions. As much as it sucked ass that that was still a thing they had to do-and boy, would any doctor calling to verify things get an earful-it was the first and easiest step into helping Eliot feel like himself again. Even if he chose never to use them, they were going to at least give him the option.
The second was that anytime he or Parker saw Eliot-if he didn’t have a knife in his hand-they would approach and just touch him. Didn’t have to be a full hug or anything like that, but maybe they’d brush his arm as he walked by, or bump his hip with theirs if they walked behind him in the kitchen. They avoided the left side of his neck, unless he used his words to ask them for it.
(There’d been a rough few days where anytime one of them came near him, Eliot had dropped whatever he was doing to kneel and present his neck. They were still working on that, a little. They tried really hard not to startle him these days.)
(Hardison was going to go back to San Lorenzo, bust Moreau out of prison, disembowel him, and shove his head on a pike. One of these days, he’d do it, and not just in the Sims.)
(He’d modded it. Sue him.)
But Eliot needed to know that their touch meant safety, not pain. That they weren’t going to force him to do anything he didn’t want to do.
And it started to work.
Eliot would lean into their small touches, closing his eyes for just a moment, letting the touch satisfy that base omega need most had to care and be cared for. He started actively seeking him or Parker out in the evenings, doing things they enjoyed.
(Okay, so he ragged on Hardison constantly about his video gaming and eating habits, but Hardison didn’t mind ‘cause it meant that Eliot was snuggled up to him on the couch feeding him delicious, complicated little finger foods as Hardison beat the snot out of TheTiminator who’d come out of nowhere, trying to beat his high score.)
It took a good six months before Eliot stopped wearing turtleneck sweaters in public. Thankfully, winter in Portland was conducive to that sort of style choice.
(Amy, bless her, didn’t say or do anything to draw attention to his new style, simply beamed at Hardison when she’d first seen it.)
The first time Eliot wore a t-shirt outside, Hardison had very nearly floated away, he was so happy. That was also the first day he and Eliot had gone on their outdoor run since this whole thing had started.
(They’d been spiraling into this relationship for years, and Hardison knew it. How else did one explain him willingly going for runs?)
At the end of a run a few months after that, sweaty and breathing hard, Eliot had pinned him against the back wall of the brew pub and kissed him so hard, Hardison wasn’t sure the top of his skull wasn’t orbiting the moon.
When he finally pulled away to breathe, Eliot nuzzled under Hardison’s chin. “Omega to beta, I offer my trust. Omega to beta, I offer my neck.”
Hardison pulled back a little, panting and eyes wide. Eliot met his gaze steadily. He wasn’t going into heat, or he’d have offered that too. Hardison swallowed hard, then-
“Beta to omega, I accept and reciprocate your trust. Beta to omega, I accept your offer.”
Carefully, keeping his eyes on Eliot’s face until he physically couldn’t anymore, Hardison bent and gently placed his teeth against the side of Eliot’s neck. Eliot hissed in response, pressing Hardison more firmly against the wall. He could feel both of their knotless cocks start to firm, rubbing together where their hips met. Hardison sank his teeth in a little deeper, and Eliot groaned deep in his chest. Licking the spot he’d just bitten, Hardison whispered against Eliot’s skin.
“You want to move this upstairs? I’ve got more room to work there.”
Eliot practically dragged him up the stairs, Hardison laughing all the way. That laughter caught the attention of Parker, who followed them up the stairs.
“Can anyone join in on this?” she asked.
Hardison looked at Eliot, who seemed slightly flabbergasted.
“Well, yeah. I ain’t gonna stop you.”
Hardison cupped Eliot’s cheek in his hand, asking without words to have the other man meet his eyes. When he did, he simply said, “This is all up to you, Eliot. Whoever you want or don’t want, we’re not going to force you.”
“Most of the time, I just want to touch anyway.” Parker shrugged. “Sex has never really been the most important thing for me.”
Eliot looked from one of them to the other, seemingly unable to form words. Hardison helped him out.
“You set the boundaries, El. We ain’t gonna fight you on them.”
He just stood there in the bedroom for a moment, breathing hard. Then in one move, Eliot had his shirt off and was tugging Hardison down for a kiss, reaching a hand towards Parker.
“Both of you. Always. Forever.”
Hardison deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue into Eliot’s mouth, then slipping his hand past the band of Eliot’s running shorts and down between his thighs, rubbing the tips of his fingers along the edge of Eliot’s now dripping slit.
The man was putty in his hands. Two seconds later, he figured out why.
“Parker, you’re giving off pheromones.” Eliot gasped from where he was pressed against Hardison’s chest. “They’re- oh, god, do that again!”
Hardison slid the tips of his fingers back into Eliot’s slit, then spread them as Eliot moaned. Slowly, he slid them out again, giving Eliot one more kiss before passing him off to Parker and then stripping out of his workout clothes.
“Alice went to the doctor, and she gave her a prescription of hormones to help the pheromones,” Parker said while peeling Eliot’s shorts down his legs.
“You do know that you’re Alice, right?” He said breathlessly in response.
Parker just shrugged.
“She wanted to make sure that you were getting what you needed from her.” Hardison said as he stepped out of his jogging shorts, toeing his shoes off as he did so. “Just because she can’t smell you, that doesn’t mean you can’t smell her.”
He and Parker sandwiched Eliot between them; Hardison naked and Parker fully clothed. He caught her eyes as he kissed Eliot’s neck, and when he started walking the three of them back to the bed, she tugged Eliot with her.
Eliot didn’t protest, falling back into the bed when Parker pulled on him. She settled back into the pillows, cradling Eliot in her arms and teasing his gland with her teeth. Hardison crawled up the bed, stalking forward until he was hovering over Eliot. He nuzzled the omega’s neck, then dropped a quick kiss on Parker’s lips before pulling back to devour Eliot’s mouth.
A thought struck him then, and it made Hardison smile as he bit Eliot’s lip and pulled away, stretching his lower lip briefly before letting go. Then he moved down Eliot’s neck, nipping gently as he went. He could tell where the edges of his gland were, because every time he got near it Eliot whined. Hardison travelled down his chest, across his abs, and then the point of his hip.
“Alec, man, what’re you doin’?”
“Somethin’ I’m pretty certain you’ve never had done before.”
And then he took Eliot’s knotless cock in his mouth. Eliot threw his head back with a moan as Parker bit lightly on his gland. Hardison hummed. He couldn’t do this well with Parker-when she wanted sex at all-because her knot would nearly choke him, but he was a beta who loved to give head, and prided himself on being damn good at it too. He bobbed up and down for a minute, swirling his tongue around Eliot’s tip, before pulling off with a small popping noise. Slowly, he stroked Eliot’s cock, using his free hand to press against the small space between cock and slit where his vestigial testes were, undescended. Eliot would have leapt out of bed if it weren’t for Parker holding onto him.
Eyes wide, he stared at Hardison, his breath jumping and going a mile a minute.
“The hell was that?!”
Hardison’s grin nearly split his face. “Just a taste, baby. Just a taste.” Still stroking Eliot’s cock, Hardison leaned down and laid a stripe with his tongue from the bottom of Eliot’s slit to the top.
He tasted mostly sweet, with just enough salt and spice to keep things interesting.
Eliot nearly wailed. “Oh, god, Hardison...”
He kept his hand bobbing up and down, and started fucking his tongue in and out of Eliot. When he flexed inside him, rounding his tongue against his rim like a knot, Hardison was rewarded with another wail and a rush of slick. He was drenching the sheets, and Hardison made a mental note to grab a towel next time.
Still fucking grinning, he pulled back, finally releasing Eliot’s cock. Crawling forward again, he tucked Eliot’s legs into the crooks of his elbows, lifting the smaller man and then setting him carefully down on his own neglected and weeping dick. It was one smooth movement, and as Eliot’s eyes rolled back in his head, Hardison had to struggle to keep himself still. It was a tight, wet heat, and he just wanted to pound the daylights out of him.
But this was all about Eliot. Needed to be all about Eliot.
“Easy, baby, you’re ok. Look at me, sweetheart.”
It took a moment, but Eliot’s eyes managed to focus on Hardison’s face. He watched as Hardison slid slowly out, and then shuddered as he slammed back in. Their hips smacked together with an obscene noise, turning into a thunder of sound. Hardison kept Eliot’s legs pinned up as he leaned down and kissed him breathless.
Still slamming in and out, he bent down further and whispered into Parker’s ear. She nodded, then reached around between their stomachs and-with the perfect timing of a thief-wrapped her fingers around Hardison’s cock and slid them inside Eliot.
His eyes went glassy and his mouth dropped open as Parker gently spread and relaxed her fingers with Hardison’s thrusts, giving Eliot the feel of a knot popping in and out of him. He started making high pitched whines every time Hardison bottomed out.
And Hardison himself wasn’t going to last too much longer. He kissed Eliot’s cheek, whispered, “Love you,” in his ear, and then bit down hard on his left shoulder.
Eliot screamed as he came, striping their stomachs with sticky, sterile fluid. Hardison groaned into the meat of Eliot’s shoulder, coming much more quietly. Gently, Parker removed her hand, wiping it on the already soiled sheets, then also biting down lightly on Eliot’s shoulder.
He whined, and then another small spray of come left him.
“Love you,” Hardison said again. “Always.”
“Always,” Parker echoed.
Eliot’s right hand came up, cradling Parker’s head from behind, and his left clutched at Hardison.
“Love you, both of you, forever.”
That was a good day.