Written for comment_fic on Livejournal
Prompt was for Eliot/Hardison, cybersex
"Why would anyone have cybersex?"
"Don't knock it 'til you've tried it."
"Alec, why would someone have online sex when they could have - wait what's it called - let me think -- oh yeah, actual sex!"
"Mockery is very unattractive quality, Eliot."
"Yeah, I'm sure you find me so unattractive right now."
"Yeah, totally. You know I think I'll go online and talk to someone about how incredibly unattractive you are."
"Yeah, right."
"No, really, I'll go online and talk about how your face turns red when you're annoyed and your mouth kind of scrunches up."
"Screw you, Alec."
"Yeah, I'll definitely talk about how I screw you."
"Knock it off Alec."
"I'll talk about how it's totally not attractive when you walk away, hustling that tight little ass. Bouncing that soft hair that's exactly the right length to let you grab a handful and use it to pull your whole body closer."
Eliot paused. "That's what you would talk about. Online."
Alec shrugged. "Maybe. Or maybe I would talk about how you get half-hard when someone throws you against a wall. And how you're not even embarrassed by it. Maybe I'll talk about the way you moan like a slut when my fingers so much as go near your sweet ass. Maybe I'll talk about --"
"You know, Hardison, umm... you don't need a keyboard to talk about that stuff. You could just maybe .. whisper it in my ear."
Alec considered this for a long moment and said, "No it'll be better online. But I guess you won't be able to read anything from me until you set up your account."
Eliot sighed in resignation. "Fine. Show me."
Alec grinned. "Okay, first pick a username."
"How about 'IOnlyGotThisAccountSoAlecHardisonCanCyberFuckMe'?
"Dude, too many characters. I'll pick one."
"No way dude. I am not going by 'BentOveraDesk57.' Change it!"
"Sorry, Eliot, I can't. BentOveraDesk 1 through 56 are already taken."