Summary: Anxious that he might miss his flight back to Colorado, Eli catches more than an eyeful when he goes to wake up his dad.

AN: This is a short Caught scene. Corresponding Sibling Chat to come (soon, hopefully). If you haven't, check out my other story "Sibling Chats" on Archive of Our Own. It's a fic styled as text messages between Elliot's kids and others that correspond with them catching Elliot and Olivia in this story. It's outrageous and funny.

As always, no beta. And please, comment if you liked and want more chapters of this story.


Beep…Beep…Bee–Whack!

Olivia's arm slaps the top of Elliot's alarm clock mid-beep at 5:50 a.m. Groaning, she rolls over, snuggling deeper into his bed on her side. "Ugh! Whose idea was it to set a 5:50 alarm?"

"Yours," Elliot answers in a groggy, sleep filled voice as he moves to cuddle up against her back, his nose buried deep into her messy hair.

She inhales deeply, savoring the smell of his sheets, a masculine scent consisting of his detergent mingled with him, knowing that soon she's going to have to get up and leave. The holidays have been harder for them to get as much time together as they'd like—Noah out of school, Eli home on break, his mom and older children visiting frequently, and both of their work picking up. It's been about a week since they'd last seen each other for more than 15 minutes.

Eli has a 11:50 a.m. flight back to Colorado today, his classes resume in two days. So, Elliot blocked off all of yesterday to make sure he spent ample one-on-one time with his youngest son. But Olivia snuck in late last night, after Noah had been invited to a dance sleepover at the last minute. She set her alarm for 5:50 so she could leave to get Noah before Elliot woke Eli up for his flight. Eli was a typical teen who never crawled from bed before noon unless physically dragged from his mattress by his ankle.

After one more inhale she moves to rise from the bed, but Elliot's arms tighten around her and haul her back against his solid chest.

"Where do you think you're going?" he growls before pressing his lips against the back of her neck, scraping his early morning stubble across the sensitive skin. He'd missed her over the last week, and despite knowing that she probably had to pick Noah up soon, he wasn't going to let her out of his bed easily.

Fighting the goosebumps and easy arousal at his touch, Olivia answers, "Eli's flight is today, I've got to go." Normally she'd not worry about staying the night, knowing that Eli is fine with her presence at the apartment, but she didn't want to intrude on the precious father-son time before Eli left for school.

"I know his flight is today, but we've got plenty of time."

"I've got to get Noah," she tries again.

"Not for a bit. We've got time," Elliot urges again as he nips at her neck.

"Time for what?" she asks coyly, giving into his sweet demands.

He doesn't answer, instead moving with the grace of a much younger man, he pushes her to her back and quickly takes his place hovering over her and starts kissing down the deep v created by the open buttons of his soft blue Henley she wore to sleep in last night.

Elliot knows that she's right, they don't have time for a long, lazy morning; to take their time and relax and tease their way into sunrise orgasms. But he does have time to taste her, to wind her up with his tongue and fingers before finding his way inside of her.

He'd had her last night. It was fun and risky, trying to keep quiet enough not to wake Eli and it led to more playful and lively lovemaking. But this morning, like most of their morning sessions, it's more peaceful, quieter by nature, and sensual.

She moans his name quietly as he sucks on her nipples through the faded waffle-knit fabric, her hands resting on his upper back when he leaves deep blue wet splotches covering pebbled peaks as he kisses down her tummy, his hands pushing her underwear down her legs before he settles between her thighs.

Her head tips to one side as she watches him with sleepy eyes, taking in the way his eyes shift from drowsy to lust filled. Their early morning bright blue hue turning darker and darker with each inch of her that he touches and kisses and squeezes. Hers don't fare much better, turning equally dark as the sheets that covered them fall softly to the floor, leaving the back half of Elliot's naked body, his strong back and supple ass, for her to view.

Olivia loves him and she loves this. The easy way his body shimmies down hers, heavy and warm; how his fingers grip her; and the way he's always so attentive and excited to go down on her. He treats it like a special event, a rarity, but his tongue is on her, in her, most of the time they have sex. And he's so damn good with it too.

Elliot flips the front-tail of the shirt up, revealing her to him in the low morning light barely shining through his window. "Every morning, Liv. I want to do this every morning."

He's said stuff like that to her before. He's no good at keeping his desires under wraps. Olivia knows what he's really saying—move in with me; wake up with me, here, in my bed every day; give me the rest of forever. She's been thinking about it more seriously, the success of the holidays at the forefront of her mind. But there are so many factors to consider, problems to be addressed—ones that will not be solved right this instant.

Especially as his tongue works its way through her, circling her entrance once…twice…three times before pushing in deeply, and then finding and flicking over her clit just as she likes.

If he had it his way, Elliot would spend as much time as he could pleasuring her like this. But today is not the day to take as much time as he can. Instead, he listens to her breathing, waiting for the moment it hitches, catching as her pleasure winds up. Then he slips two fingers into her, pushing them in slowly several times before searching for that spot that makes her whine.

"El."

It's quiet and breathless, but her nails are digging slightly into the flesh of his shoulders as she seeks purchase to start moving.

He can feel her throbbing around his fingers. He knows he can make her come like this, and despite the urgency pushing their movements this morning, he wants to give the option before he crawls back over her and makes love to her one more time before she has to leave. Pulling his lips away for a moment so he can look at her, he kisses her thigh and smiles. "You wanna come like this first?"

Grinning back, she shrugs her shoulders. "Never gonna turn down an offer like that."

He snorts a laugh and nibbles at the inside of her thighs, sucking in a soft mark.

She moves her feet flat on the bed and cups the back of his head with one hand, the other slipping under the shirt she still wears to find her nipple.

"God El…so good, always so good," she hums when his lips cover her clit again, sucking, and then he resumes flicking and swirling with his tongue; his fingers working inside of her again.


Buzz…Buzz…Buzz

Across the apartment Eli's phone vibrates, his early alarm rousing him from sleep. He'd set his alarm for 6:15 a.m., ready to get back to Colorado. As much as he loved his family and time off school, he was more than ready to get back to campus. He missed his friends and girlfriend and was excited about a couple of his upcoming classes.

He'd been anxious last night after his buddy Jaden told him that his flight had been canceled at the last minute, and he recalled how another friend's pre-holiday trip had been moved up three hours only two days before the scheduled flight. He doesn't understand how airline companies can get away with all these last-minute changes, but he wanted to get to the airport early so that he doesn't miss his flight.

He looks at his flight app and sees that his flight is still "On Time," but that doesn't calm his nerves. Throwing back his covers, he gets up from his bed to use the bathroom and wake his dad.


It doesn't take too much longer before Elliot feels what he wants. Internally, her muscles begin clutching at his fingers, and externally her thighs flex against his shoulders, her hand gripping the back of his head holds him close and steady as her hips grind against his nose and chin. He knows that if he looks up, he'd see Olivia's back arched, and her chin tipped towards the ceiling. He can hear holding back her moans, staying quiet as she comes around his fingers.

He loves this moment, being surrounded by her completely as her entire body submits to pleasure—the pleasure he's giving her. It turns him on, his cock growing even harder against the mattress. In that moment his ego gets the best of him; he's desperate to give her a second orgasm on his tongue before he pushes himself inside of her, wanting her wet and still clenching for him, around him.

He pulls back just long enough for her gasps to steady back into deep breaths, waiting for her eyes to lock in on his, before he commands, low and huskily, "Again. I want one more."

"El," she tries to fight, her hands reaching for his arms to pull him up. Not that she doesn't want to come on his tongue a second, but the clock is already reading 6:23 and she has to pick Noah up by 7:30—an ungodly early hour for a Saturday morning sleepover pick-up. At any other time, she'd collapse back against his pillows and let him work her to the brink time and time again.

"No," he argues, as he readjusts himself to his knees, to prevent him from thrusting against the bed to completion as he bends down to suck on her clit roughly and driving his fingers into her =forcefully. He's not sure what exactly has overcome him, what has caused his shift from slow and leisurely lovemaking, to demanding and commanding, but all he knows is that once he's inside of her, he's going to lose it. "You are going to come again and then I'm gonna fuc—"

"EW! FUCK! DAD!"

"WHAT THE HELL!" Elliot barks as he flops down over Olivia, his head turning back towards his door while keeping Olivia's body covered. She's reaching out to the side for the sheets that are on the floor at the foot of the bed.

But Eli's already gone from the room, slamming the door shut loudly in his wake, the sound of his bedroom door slamming shut coming a few seconds later.

Elliot rests his forehead on Olivia's shoulder, huffing "Godddamnit!" into the juncture of her neck.

"El," Olivia tries to calm him before telling him, "You need to go out there."

"I know, I know…I just…" Elliot lifts his head, kissing her neck and cheek sweetly before capturing her lips, his heat and desire still simmering under the surface.

"He's leaving today and you are going to miss him," she reminds him when he pulls back.

Groaning, Elliot rolls off of Olivia. "I know. He's just gonna be all dramatic and riled up now, throwing a damn fit. You remember the whole shower incident, right?"

"Yea," Olivia grimaces at the memory.

"It's not how I wanted our last day to be."

"I'm sorry, El. I shouldn't have come over."

Turning his head, Elliot cups her cheek, "Nope, I'm so glad you came over and then came over," he adds with an ornery wink and a wave over her body.

She smiles and laughs, "You're ridiculous."

"A little, but I'm serious. I'm glad you came over. I've missed you lately."

"Me too," she answers and kisses his lips and scratches his chest softly.

—-

Elliot knocks at Eli's door after seeing Olivia off. It took him about five minutes to calm down completely while she dressed in her clothes from the night before and left to go pick up Noah, promising to call him over for dinner later.

"Eli, can I come in?"

He twists the knob when he hears a quiet and disgruntled, "I guess," from the other side. Eli's sitting at his desk, his eyes on his phone, one AirPod in his left ear, his suitcase zipped and resting next to the desk and an overstuffed backpack.

"Not gonna look at me, huh?" Elliot asks as he walks into the room.

Eli just shakes his head and gives a dramatic shudder at the image of his dad bent over on his bed flashing across his mind, and he refuses to look up from his phone, tapping periodically.

Elliot chuckles at Eli's theatrics and takes a seat on the step up to Eli's platform bed behind Eli. "We didn't expect you to be up so early."

"My flight's at 11:50," Eli offers as an explanation.

"I know, but that's still hours away."

"They've been canceling and moving flights a lot lately. Jaden's flight was canceled yesterday, and he can't get another one back until Monday."

Comprehension dawns on Elliot, and he feels dumb. He should have picked on Eli's anxiety last night when they were watching a movie and Eli was quiet, chewing on his nails a bit. "So, you were too anxious to sleep in?"

"Pretty much."

Still looking at the back of his son's head, Elliot says, "Well, I don't really know what to say." He was resolved not to apologize to Eli for this morning. He was in his own room, in his own bed, and he didn't expect his son to be awake, so he didn't feel like he needed to apologize. Plus, after the last several months, he'd figured that Eli would have matured on the subject.

"Nothing to say," Eli shrugs again, exhaling deeply. "You guys are…just…ugh, it's gross, you know?" he asks, finally looking over his shoulder at his dad.

"It's not gross," Elliot says calmly, but resolutely. They've been over this several times. He thought Eli would be a little more mature about this by now, especially after all the text chains with his siblings.

Though, he's not shouting nor threatening to chop up the table, so maybe this is an improvement, Elliot thinks.

"Yes, it is! You're my dad and…like old, and…and…," he sputters as he gets worked up again. "I didn't need to see that," he waves his hand around, still holding his phone.

Wiping his hand over his face, Elliot stops Eli before he can work himself up. "I get it. I do. It's not pleasant to think of or see your parent having sex. But Eli, you're 16 and you know people have sex. It's not gross."

Growing frustrated with his dad's refusal to understand the extent of his irritation. "I saw your ass, dad, and your…your," his still gesturing wildly as he stammers. "And you were…and doing that to her…ugh!"

Thinking back to his position when they were interrupted—his ass up and head down—Elliot realizes exactly what Eli saw before slamming the door, and he caves, putting his hands up. "Okay, okay, you're right…I'm sorry. But I was in my bedroom with my door shut and I thought you were still out cold, dead to the world like every other morning at 6:00 a.m. I wasn't doing anything wrong."

Turning his head back around, checking his flight app again, Eli grumbles, "You shoulda locked your door."

Exhaling roughly, completely over this conversation and knowing that Eli had him on that point. "You're right. Next time you are home, we will make sure the door is locked. Okay?"

Eli just nods and swipes up on text notifications crossing the top of his screen, tapping a quick message before asking, "Flight's in four hours, can we get going?"

Rising from the platform, Elliot stands and pats Eli's shoulder. "Yea, gimme 10 minutes, I just need to shower."

Elliot turns in the doorway, patting the frame, "Uh, what's the odds you haven't already told all your siblings about this in your little chat?"

"Slim to none," Eli answers with a small grin, which grows as he hears his dad cursing as he shuts the bathroom door.