For dreamersdare over at LJ who wanted Matt/Eli - "Its not rocket science, just point and shoot."
"Seriously Eli, its not Rocket Science." Matt sounded tired and he pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Yeah, I know, just point and shoot. You know its kind of unfair when you're standing behind me and touching and dressed in that and I haven't eaten for hours and I am feeling light headed and did I mention that its distracting you wearing that...?" Eli trails off uselessly. He doesn't miss the smirk that flickers across Matt's face before a mask of indifference covers it.
"What are you going to do if those Aliens come back and I am standing behind you dressed in this and all you have to do is point and shoot?" Matt says, walking around behind Eli again and crowding close, his breath hot against Eli's neck.
"Um..." Eli's voice comes out as a squeak when Matt's hands land on his hips and pull him back, flush against Matt. He coughs and tries again. "Um, point and shoot?"
"Good boy." Matt practically purrs into his ear. "Now, if you make this shot, I'll go down on my knees and give you a blow job to remember."
Eli points, swallows thickly, ignores Matt's hands creeping into his pants and shoots. The bullet hits the target just as Matt's hands wrap around his cock and Eli's head falls back against Matt's shoulder.
"See?" Matt says into his ear as he unwinds his hand and steps in front of Eli. "Not rocket science." He says as he sinks to his knees, hands working the button on Eli's jeans open.
Its later, and they're in the mess and Matt is crowing to Greer about Eli getting a bullseye in shooting practice and he sends a warm smile Eli's way, with only a hint of a smirk and danger. Matt's hand lands on his thigh and squeezes, fingers dragging upwards.
Eli can't help it when his cock twitches and his breathing speeds up slightly. He resists the urge to groan and slam his head into the table when Matt's hand reaches its destination.
"Well done Math Boy. You'll be ready to come on a mission with us any day now." Greer says, sarcasm dripping over his words. Matt chuckles.
"It's all about the teaching method." He replies and smiles again, a promise lighting up his eyes this time and Eli gives into the urge and lets his head hit the table, thinking that maybe they should add another nickname to the list; Pavlov's Dog.