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Eliot watched his lover as he sat near the table where he placed his laptop.
He was jealous, of all the caring that Hardison gave to his laptop, and not to him.
Eliot could felt himself arousing as he heard Hardison moaned suddenly; he walked toward him, noticed that Hardison switched the screen off, like he didn't want him to watch what he is seen.
The hitter sat on him, straddle him as he sat on the chair, and lucky for him, his lover was already naked.
He sat on him raw, no condoms were in sight. Eliot was horny, way too horny as he rode Hardison as he stared at his eyes, what Eliot didn't see in his lover's eyes was passionate love. It was missing, like he wasn't with him while they made sex, it was not love anymore.
"Bring me what I needs…" Eliot begged as he kept riding on him, and yet his man seemed to have nothing to give him back.
With the last thrust, Eliot rose from his lover's cock, and head straight toward the bathroom.
He missed his lover's touch and love; he could feel that he lost it, lost everything that he once had, in the blink of the eye.
When he left the bathroom and dressed up quickly, he left a note, and grabbed a bag full of clothes before leaving the place, he stared at the room where his lover's still sat on the chair, not even caring for him, not even know he is in the room, in the house, like he is having an affair.
God. This word aches Eliot's heart that much, that he left, not daring to come back to where he is not needed.
How did he miss the signs? How could he possibly did not see it?
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Few days later…
Nathan found a new case.
The team minus Eliot was gathered in Nate's house.
Nathan turned to look at Hardison, wanted to find out maybe he would know where the hitter is.
"Where is he Hardison?" Nate asked.
"I have no clue, and I can't find him via my connection," Hardison replied, and then he added, "The man certainly knows how to disappear."
"Then, in that case, you need to call for Quinn; we need a hitter in that one." Nate claps his hands.
"What’s the case?" Sophie asked, she might need to work on her personality for that one.
"Get Quinn and then I will tell you all." Nate replied.
"How is it that you don't know where is Spencer? I mean doesn't he live with you?" Nate then asked the computer geek.
"He had, but I have no idea why he flees."
"Seriously Hardison? Have you searched your home for more clues, or were you stuck in your laptop?" Nathan asked.
"I… umm…" For once Alec Hardison was speechless.
"Go… search if he left a clue or something, and then call Quinn," Nathan asked from him, "If he left, it might be the time to find us a new hitter."
"I'm coming with you." Parker said and followed him, not giving him any option to speak.
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At the apartment, Hardison starts digging for clues at the bedroom, and sat on the bed when he noticed a familiar hand-writing.
A voice brought back to reality as tears flew down from his eyes as he read the letter.
"Hey, Hardison, who is Jensen?" Parker asked as she checked his laptop.
"W… what?" Alec asked her, while his hands clenching at the note.
"The man in the picture, is Jensen?" Parker asked him.
"Yes he is," Alec replied, not knowing where it is going so he asked her, "Why do you want to know?"
"Because you have got a new message from him, that's why."
"Oh…" Hardison hurried to sit on the chair, and checking the message.
"What did you find in the bedroom?" Parker asked and then she noticed the paper in his hand "Is it important or would you like to share?"
"It is very important Parker." Alec replied.
"What did he wrote to you?" Parker asked curiosity.
"It's not your business Parker, just leave, I need some time alone." Hardison asked.
Parker turned around and before she left, Parker lets him know, "I'll tell Nate."
After she left, Hardison laid his hands on the blank spot near the laptop, and cries for the loss of his lover, he knew that it was his fault, his own fault.
Eliot is out there somewhere, alone and heartbreak. Hardison has fears that might the hitter will be back to kill or be killed, because of it.
More precisely, because of him and he had nothing more that he could do.