FIC: Prove It, Part 3 (F/M)
Title: Prove It
Rating: R
Genre: Humour, smut
Fandom: A-Team movieverse
Warnings: Language, slash, sex
Summary: For a prompt on A-Team Prompts: Face wants to help Murdock get laid. Murdock shows him that he needs no help in that department, thankyouverymuch.
(PART ONE) (PART TWO)
The next morning, Face was aware of several things as soon as he awoke. His stomach and head told him to be careful and warned that if he moved too suddenly, there could be problems. His body felt sore, sated and somehow empty. There was something in the back of his mind, something like a dream that could be good or terrible. Something that had a lot of different emotions attached to it, that he wasn’t sure if he wanted to remember…
Oh. Right. That.
Face opened his eyes, blinking at the ceiling. Pale golden light was coming in through a crack in the curtains. Someone was moving around in the kitchen. Birds were singing.
Nrrrrg. New day. Face didn’t want a new day. He wanted to go back to sleep, maybe for several weeks. By then, this hangover should be gone and so would the fallout from whateverthefuck that was last night.
Face groaned and rolled onto his side, curling up like making himself smaller might make the world go away. What had happened last night? Well, he knew what had happened. It was coming back to him with embarrassing detail. Had he begged? Oh god. That was so unmanly. Had Murdock laughed at him? No, no, he’d just been giggling in general… And he’d said Face was… gorgeous? Beautiful? Something complimentary anyway. That was good - Face wasn’t the only one who’d been in the moment, then.
He’d definitely been the only one begging, though. God. This was pretty mortifying.
Face sighed and buried his nose deeper into his pillow. Go away, world. He wasn’t sure who to be angry at. Himself, for such a wanton display? Murdock, for initiating it and wringing those sounds and reactions from him? It was good… It had been good sex. Great sex. Mindblowing, phenomenal, best-he-could-remember-in-ever sex…
What was the question?
But still. Face wasn’t usually ashamed of his urges or responses during sex. But this was different. This was with Murdock. He didn’t want Murdock to think he was all needy and lame in bed. He had an image to maintain! Dammit. Face was blaming the alcohol for this one. He was usually much cooler during sex. This was just a fluke. He’d been caught off guard.
Not that being caught had been so terrible…
Ugh.
Eventually, Face decided that tossing and turning around the bed wasn’t going to make the situation go away. And his blood sugar was screaming at him for nourishment. He wanted pizza. And curry. He wanted curry on pizza. With eggs. And those things didn’t exist in his bed.
Okay. Time to get up.
As Face pushed himself up, groaning as his head throbbed from the movement, he felt a residual jolt of pleasure through his lower body. His balls tingled.
Not now, body, he told himself wearily. Currypizzaeggs first. Then everything else.
When Face shuffled gingerly into the kitchen, he found Murdock already at the stove, wearing last night’s jeans and a clean t-shirt, humming something to himself. How could he be so jolly? Face’s eyes squinted against the light and the display of energy. He was never going to feel jolly again.
He must have emitted a groan of protest at being awake/alive, because Murdock turned. For a second the pilot froze, like a mouse caught in a trap. Then he unleashed his usual manic grin. “Mornin’, Faceman. You look like I feel.”
Face couldn’t even muster his usual glib replies. “You must feel attractive then, or something,” he tried half-heartedly, beelining for the table and slumping down with his head on his arms.
“Okay, let’s go with that,” Murdock allowed, chuckling lightly at his friend’s misery. “Here.” Face heard movement and something was placed on the table next to him.
Face kept his head down and eyes shut. “Unless that’s aspirin or curry pizza, I’m not moving.”
“Better. Hospital-grade painkillers. Still got a few left from the last time I broke a rib.”
That was acceptable. Face raised his head slowly and dry swallowed two pills. “Wondered how you could be so cheery.”
Murdock was back to poking at his breakfast on the stove. Something to do with bacon and eggs, if Face’s nostrils were right. “I’m not cheery. It’s an elaborate ruse. I think after this breakfast I’ll be more than fifty percent alive though. You want in?”
“Oh god yes.”
Okay, this was good. Face hauled himself to his feet and turned on the electric kettle. (They only had instant coffee, but he wasn’t about to complain today.) Normal, hungover, what-did-we-drink-last-night conversation. All good. The silence right now wasn’t even uncomfortable. The eggs and bacon crackled, Murdock had gone back to humming… Everything was fine. This wasn’t such a big deal.
Murdock caught him staring. Had he been staring? Whoops. The Captain gave Face a small smile. He hadn’t shaved yet. The stubble suited him. “It was bound to happen eventually.”
Eggs? Face nearly said, but caught himself just in time. Ah. Yeah. So, okay. They were talking about it.
To his credit, Face didn’t flush. Much. “You know, until last night, I never would have thought that.” He took a couple of mugs out of the cupboard. “What was that, anyway?”
Murdock, bless his heart, didn’t tease him. “When I prove a point, I prove a point,” he replied casually, turning down the heat on his eggs. “You know me - nothing by halves.” He sounded so blasé. He flipped the bacon, holding the spatula in the same hand that had been inside Face not six hours ago.
“Yeah.” Face leaned against the counter, waiting for the kettle to boil. “There was definitely nothing ‘half’ about that.” They caught each other’s eyes and giggled a bit.
“So, it’s all good?” asked Murdock, still sounding so damn unaffected. “I mean, I didn’t go too far and make it all weird, did I?” He grinned, an infuriatingly sexy half-smile that caused Face’s cock to twitch. That had never happened before. Murdock must have switched smiles on him. Jerk. “You still respect me in the morning, right?”
Face should have been grateful for the out. He should have been so happy that things weren’t strange and that he’d just had amazing, seemingly consequence-free sex without ruining a great friendship. But Face had always been a bit of a greedy creature and he hadn’t made a habit of denying himself the pleasurable things in life.
So in response to Murdock’s light jibe, Face said, “We should do it again.”
Murdock, having known Face for so long, didn’t react with surprise. But he did look wary. “What,” he said flatly, shoulders tensing slightly.
The kettle clicked off as the water reached optimum coffee-making temperature, but Face ignored it. He stepped forward. Now that he thought about it, his mouth made a good point. He felt a surge of positivity for the first time that day - though that might have been the drugs.
“We should do it again,” he repeated, the idea gaining momentum in his mind. “I mean, you said yourself, things aren’t weird or anything.” Murdock turned off the stove without taking his eyes off Face. “It’s you and me! And it was, wow. It was really good. I mean, really. Right?”
Murdock was still gripping the spatula tightly. His eyes flicked around the room. “Yeah, it was good…”
Face cut him off before he could say the “but” that Face could hear in his tone. “Yeah! See? It just makes sense! It was good - really good - and we’re friends, and it didn’t wreck anything, so we should do it again.” He took another step forward.
Murdock whipped the spatula up, pointing it at Face like a sword to prevent him from coming any closer. “Face.” He said it clearly and slowly, like he was talking to a dog. “No. No. Don’t make this weird. It was one night, it was very nice, let’s just leave it at that. We’ll always have The Middle Of Deliverance Nowhere, okay? That’s enough.”
Face shook his head stubbornly. It didn’t hurt, yay! Those drugs were definitely kicking in. “Come on, man, just listen.”
Murdock wasn’t lowering the spatula. His eyes were large and almost frightened. “No. Stop it.”
“It doesn’t have to be a big thing. I just think we should keep our options open. Keep it on the table.”
Murdock stepped back. “I’m not just a piece of meat.”
Face stepped forward. “I’m not saying that! I just don’t see why we shouldn’t at least acknowledge the possibility…”
“I need an adult!” Murdock raised his voice to an almost panicked pitch without taking his eyes off Face.
Face grabbed the spatula, trying to get a grip on the slippery utensil. “Would you- Stop it, you’re flicking grease all over me.”
“No. You stop it! Get away!”
“Murdock…”
“Help!”
“Boys.” A low, gravelly, decidedly unimpressed voice cut through the melee. Both men instantly stood to attention, years of Army training triggering muscle memories before they realised what was happening.
Hannibal stood in the doorway in boxers and a plain tee, arms crossed, hair messed. His eyes were slits and he looked as unhappy as Face had felt all those - he glanced at the clock - ten minutes ago.
Both younger men opened their mouths to speak. Hannibal held up a hand. Their mouths snapped shut.
“Aspirin,” was all their Colonel said.
Murdock dutifully grabbed the bottle from the table and passed it over.
Hannibal crammed an indefinite amount of pills into his mouth, dry-swallowing like a pro. He took a deep breath. “Boys,” he said again. They listened attentively. “Shut up.”
“But, sir…”
Hannibal raised his hand again. “Shush.” He pointed to Face. “You. Stop molesting teammates.” Pointed to Murdock. “You. Unleashed the beast. Your fault. You deal with it.”
Murdock flushed and automatically protested. “Hannibal, I didn’t…”
“Shush.” Hannibal’s eyes were still nearly entirely closed. “Don’t care. Yell at you later. Right now, too much noise. Shut up.”
They nodded, mouths sealed shut obediently. Hannibal grunted and staggered back towards his bedroom, taking the painkillers with him.
After he left, Murdock and Face looked at each other awkwardly. Face was beginning to think he might have made a mistake.
“So,” said Murdock finally, fiddling with the spatula. “Eggs?”
PART FOUR
Rating: R
Genre: Humour, smut
Fandom: A-Team movieverse
Warnings: Language, slash, sex
Summary: For a prompt on A-Team Prompts: Face wants to help Murdock get laid. Murdock shows him that he needs no help in that department, thankyouverymuch.
(PART ONE) (PART TWO)
The next morning, Face was aware of several things as soon as he awoke. His stomach and head told him to be careful and warned that if he moved too suddenly, there could be problems. His body felt sore, sated and somehow empty. There was something in the back of his mind, something like a dream that could be good or terrible. Something that had a lot of different emotions attached to it, that he wasn’t sure if he wanted to remember…
Oh. Right. That.
Face opened his eyes, blinking at the ceiling. Pale golden light was coming in through a crack in the curtains. Someone was moving around in the kitchen. Birds were singing.
Nrrrrg. New day. Face didn’t want a new day. He wanted to go back to sleep, maybe for several weeks. By then, this hangover should be gone and so would the fallout from whateverthefuck that was last night.
Face groaned and rolled onto his side, curling up like making himself smaller might make the world go away. What had happened last night? Well, he knew what had happened. It was coming back to him with embarrassing detail. Had he begged? Oh god. That was so unmanly. Had Murdock laughed at him? No, no, he’d just been giggling in general… And he’d said Face was… gorgeous? Beautiful? Something complimentary anyway. That was good - Face wasn’t the only one who’d been in the moment, then.
He’d definitely been the only one begging, though. God. This was pretty mortifying.
Face sighed and buried his nose deeper into his pillow. Go away, world. He wasn’t sure who to be angry at. Himself, for such a wanton display? Murdock, for initiating it and wringing those sounds and reactions from him? It was good… It had been good sex. Great sex. Mindblowing, phenomenal, best-he-could-remember-in-ever sex…
What was the question?
But still. Face wasn’t usually ashamed of his urges or responses during sex. But this was different. This was with Murdock. He didn’t want Murdock to think he was all needy and lame in bed. He had an image to maintain! Dammit. Face was blaming the alcohol for this one. He was usually much cooler during sex. This was just a fluke. He’d been caught off guard.
Not that being caught had been so terrible…
Ugh.
Eventually, Face decided that tossing and turning around the bed wasn’t going to make the situation go away. And his blood sugar was screaming at him for nourishment. He wanted pizza. And curry. He wanted curry on pizza. With eggs. And those things didn’t exist in his bed.
Okay. Time to get up.
As Face pushed himself up, groaning as his head throbbed from the movement, he felt a residual jolt of pleasure through his lower body. His balls tingled.
Not now, body, he told himself wearily. Currypizzaeggs first. Then everything else.
When Face shuffled gingerly into the kitchen, he found Murdock already at the stove, wearing last night’s jeans and a clean t-shirt, humming something to himself. How could he be so jolly? Face’s eyes squinted against the light and the display of energy. He was never going to feel jolly again.
He must have emitted a groan of protest at being awake/alive, because Murdock turned. For a second the pilot froze, like a mouse caught in a trap. Then he unleashed his usual manic grin. “Mornin’, Faceman. You look like I feel.”
Face couldn’t even muster his usual glib replies. “You must feel attractive then, or something,” he tried half-heartedly, beelining for the table and slumping down with his head on his arms.
“Okay, let’s go with that,” Murdock allowed, chuckling lightly at his friend’s misery. “Here.” Face heard movement and something was placed on the table next to him.
Face kept his head down and eyes shut. “Unless that’s aspirin or curry pizza, I’m not moving.”
“Better. Hospital-grade painkillers. Still got a few left from the last time I broke a rib.”
That was acceptable. Face raised his head slowly and dry swallowed two pills. “Wondered how you could be so cheery.”
Murdock was back to poking at his breakfast on the stove. Something to do with bacon and eggs, if Face’s nostrils were right. “I’m not cheery. It’s an elaborate ruse. I think after this breakfast I’ll be more than fifty percent alive though. You want in?”
“Oh god yes.”
Okay, this was good. Face hauled himself to his feet and turned on the electric kettle. (They only had instant coffee, but he wasn’t about to complain today.) Normal, hungover, what-did-we-drink-last-night conversation. All good. The silence right now wasn’t even uncomfortable. The eggs and bacon crackled, Murdock had gone back to humming… Everything was fine. This wasn’t such a big deal.
Murdock caught him staring. Had he been staring? Whoops. The Captain gave Face a small smile. He hadn’t shaved yet. The stubble suited him. “It was bound to happen eventually.”
Eggs? Face nearly said, but caught himself just in time. Ah. Yeah. So, okay. They were talking about it.
To his credit, Face didn’t flush. Much. “You know, until last night, I never would have thought that.” He took a couple of mugs out of the cupboard. “What was that, anyway?”
Murdock, bless his heart, didn’t tease him. “When I prove a point, I prove a point,” he replied casually, turning down the heat on his eggs. “You know me - nothing by halves.” He sounded so blasé. He flipped the bacon, holding the spatula in the same hand that had been inside Face not six hours ago.
“Yeah.” Face leaned against the counter, waiting for the kettle to boil. “There was definitely nothing ‘half’ about that.” They caught each other’s eyes and giggled a bit.
“So, it’s all good?” asked Murdock, still sounding so damn unaffected. “I mean, I didn’t go too far and make it all weird, did I?” He grinned, an infuriatingly sexy half-smile that caused Face’s cock to twitch. That had never happened before. Murdock must have switched smiles on him. Jerk. “You still respect me in the morning, right?”
Face should have been grateful for the out. He should have been so happy that things weren’t strange and that he’d just had amazing, seemingly consequence-free sex without ruining a great friendship. But Face had always been a bit of a greedy creature and he hadn’t made a habit of denying himself the pleasurable things in life.
So in response to Murdock’s light jibe, Face said, “We should do it again.”
Murdock, having known Face for so long, didn’t react with surprise. But he did look wary. “What,” he said flatly, shoulders tensing slightly.
The kettle clicked off as the water reached optimum coffee-making temperature, but Face ignored it. He stepped forward. Now that he thought about it, his mouth made a good point. He felt a surge of positivity for the first time that day - though that might have been the drugs.
“We should do it again,” he repeated, the idea gaining momentum in his mind. “I mean, you said yourself, things aren’t weird or anything.” Murdock turned off the stove without taking his eyes off Face. “It’s you and me! And it was, wow. It was really good. I mean, really. Right?”
Murdock was still gripping the spatula tightly. His eyes flicked around the room. “Yeah, it was good…”
Face cut him off before he could say the “but” that Face could hear in his tone. “Yeah! See? It just makes sense! It was good - really good - and we’re friends, and it didn’t wreck anything, so we should do it again.” He took another step forward.
Murdock whipped the spatula up, pointing it at Face like a sword to prevent him from coming any closer. “Face.” He said it clearly and slowly, like he was talking to a dog. “No. No. Don’t make this weird. It was one night, it was very nice, let’s just leave it at that. We’ll always have The Middle Of Deliverance Nowhere, okay? That’s enough.”
Face shook his head stubbornly. It didn’t hurt, yay! Those drugs were definitely kicking in. “Come on, man, just listen.”
Murdock wasn’t lowering the spatula. His eyes were large and almost frightened. “No. Stop it.”
“It doesn’t have to be a big thing. I just think we should keep our options open. Keep it on the table.”
Murdock stepped back. “I’m not just a piece of meat.”
Face stepped forward. “I’m not saying that! I just don’t see why we shouldn’t at least acknowledge the possibility…”
“I need an adult!” Murdock raised his voice to an almost panicked pitch without taking his eyes off Face.
Face grabbed the spatula, trying to get a grip on the slippery utensil. “Would you- Stop it, you’re flicking grease all over me.”
“No. You stop it! Get away!”
“Murdock…”
“Help!”
“Boys.” A low, gravelly, decidedly unimpressed voice cut through the melee. Both men instantly stood to attention, years of Army training triggering muscle memories before they realised what was happening.
Hannibal stood in the doorway in boxers and a plain tee, arms crossed, hair messed. His eyes were slits and he looked as unhappy as Face had felt all those - he glanced at the clock - ten minutes ago.
Both younger men opened their mouths to speak. Hannibal held up a hand. Their mouths snapped shut.
“Aspirin,” was all their Colonel said.
Murdock dutifully grabbed the bottle from the table and passed it over.
Hannibal crammed an indefinite amount of pills into his mouth, dry-swallowing like a pro. He took a deep breath. “Boys,” he said again. They listened attentively. “Shut up.”
“But, sir…”
Hannibal raised his hand again. “Shush.” He pointed to Face. “You. Stop molesting teammates.” Pointed to Murdock. “You. Unleashed the beast. Your fault. You deal with it.”
Murdock flushed and automatically protested. “Hannibal, I didn’t…”
“Shush.” Hannibal’s eyes were still nearly entirely closed. “Don’t care. Yell at you later. Right now, too much noise. Shut up.”
They nodded, mouths sealed shut obediently. Hannibal grunted and staggered back towards his bedroom, taking the painkillers with him.
After he left, Murdock and Face looked at each other awkwardly. Face was beginning to think he might have made a mistake.
“So,” said Murdock finally, fiddling with the spatula. “Eggs?”
PART FOUR