#and didn't think hardison was watching and was almost to the bathroom anyway

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Immortal Leverage AU

If I keep getting enough random ideas for this I might have to write a proper fic.

“This is going to be a nightmare to get out of my clothes.” Eliot grumbles as he pulls off his molasses-drenched shirt on his way to the bathroom.

Hardison had made sure their headquarters had showers, partially for overnighters, partially for possibly needing to hideout here for a bit. He hadn’t thought of the “physically cleaning up after a messy job” aspect because physical mess is not his area of crime and he isn’t thinking about it now, because the only thought going through his head is “oh fuck he’s hot.”

It isn’t as if he didn’t know that. But there’s watching Eliot move with exceptional honed efficiency to take people out and then there’s seeing him shirtless however briefly and oh shit now he’s wondering what it’d be like to see him shirtless and fighting.

He’s occupied by that for a few minutes before he thinks “he doesn’t have scars.”

And that, that can’t be right. Someone in Eliot’s line of work would have to have a ton right? No one’s invincible, Eliot himself had told a few idiots that in Hardison’s hearing.

Maybe he’s wrong or was too distracted to notice. He does a bit of research on scar formation anyway.

#leverage immortals au #leverage au #immortals au #in case anyone's wondering sophie and parker would absolutely see a lack of scars #on a hitter and think that's suspicious #but they aren't there #nate would do the same but he is drunk #eliot is tired and grouchy and thinking of nothing but getting the molasses out of his hair and clothing #and didn't think hardison was watching and was almost to the bathroom anyway #so he didn't think about it