The bed is far too small for the three of them, but this whatever it was was new enough that none of them wanted to discuss the permanence of buying a new one.

It had its advantages though, Eliot thought, tugging Parker closer to him, her bare back warm against his front. Behind him, he felt Hardison (Alec, he reminded himself) tentatively curl himself into Eliot's own naked warmth; reaching back for Alec's hand, he intertwined their fingers and kissed his knuckles.