Smutty, kinky, threesome slash.

With their anniversary drawing close, Parker learns about the birthday of sex, finds an apprentice and stumbles into a job for the team. Also wherein Eliot is growly and awesome, Alec is a genius, Sophie is the fastest con in the west… or anywhere, and Nate puts up with all of them. ** Winner of Best Case Fic 2011 Fulcrum Award **

podfic of a tumblr fic by idyll

podfic of a tumblr fic by idyll

tumblr fic by idyll

Four times they worshipped each other, and one time someone else did.

Sometimes, old warriors do get to retire.

“Make me a sandwich,” Parker says, so he does. “Cut the damn wire,” says Hardison, so he does. “Jump,” says Parker, says Hardison, and he never needs to ask, “How high?”

"We should talk about Eliot," Alec says, at the same time Parker says, "We should have sex in a hammock."

Eliot's their hitter, and taking on any physical threats to the team is his job, but there's something beyond professionalism – even beyond the obvious fact that Eliot relishes the fight itself – in the way he puts his body between Parker or Alec and any potential threat. Alec has a good view of Eliot's back on a lot of jobs, and he reads something in the tight line of Eliot's shoulder, in the slow turn of his foot as he steps into a fighting stance. Something possessive. Series

While he's waiting for the men with the guns to decide what to do with him, Alec thinks about what he'll do if he gets home.

Eliot is baking pies. Alec and Parker are hoping to eat pies.

Parker doesn't understand why it has to be more complicated than: "I want to be with you, I just don't want to sleep with you." It's everyone else who has the problem. (Parker as a biromantic asexual.)

A one-night-stand becomes a whole lot more. If only life were that simple.