FIC: Prove It, Part 6 (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) (PART THREE) ( PART FOUR) ( PART FIVE)
“You know,” groaned Murdock, “I meant what I said before. I’m not just a piece of meat.”
Face leered down at him. “Your protests would be more believable if you still had pants on.”
Murdock arched, grabbing Face’s similarly naked ass and pulling him closer. Face moaned as their erections slid together. “You want me to put them back on?”
Face ground down with his full strength in rebuke, forcing his friend deeper into the mattress. Murdock whined, but not in protest. “Fuck pants,” the conman managed, “I’m gonna burn all your pants.”
“Okay.” Murdock thrust upwards again, fingers digging into the meat of Face’s ass. “But- fuck! -but after this we’re having dinner- oh, do that again!- and enjoying each other’s personalities.”
“Murdock, shut the fuck up.”
The pilot let out a breathy laugh and did what he was told, using his mouth instead to bite and lick a path down’s Face’s neck. The blond ceded unthinkingly, automatically moving to allow Murdock access to his vulnerable throat. Murdock knew better than to think of it as an act of submission. He had yet to experiment with the dynamics of this arrangement - and god he couldn’t wait to get through every single possible variation - but he had a feeling that he and Face would be the same in the bedroom as they were in anything else. They were both alpha males with their own strengths, never threatened by the strength of the other. Murdock didn’t think he was stronger or more “masculine” than Face because he’d tied him up and fucked him, just as he assumed that Face didn’t think Murdock was a submissive bottom just because he was currently-
God.
Okay. Enough thinking.
Murdock let out a breath as goosebumps thrilled down his entire body. He felt the tingle of anticipation become a persistent throb. Face was stretching him, preparing his body for something he’d craved but hadn’t had in much too long. Picking up was easy. Picking up someone who looked past the hard line of muscles and Army paycheque, not quite so.
Face raised his head to look at Murdock, expression flickering away from pure lust and cockiness for the first time since pants were removed. “Is this,” he faltered. “We’re cool, yeah?”
Murdock huffed a chuckle, internal muscles clenching around Face’s fingers. “Face, you have your hand in my ass. I think we’re sweet.”
Face laughed, resting his head briefly on Murdock’s stomach. This was cool. Even in the daylight, sober, it was still just them. “Okay.” He pulled back slightly. “How do you...? Do you...?”
Murdock thrust down, impaling himself fully on Face’s fingers once more. “Oh, that’s good.” He looked at Face, cheeks flushed. His drawl became more pronounced with his arousal. “Faceman, we know the score. It’s all good. Now stop treatin’ me like a blushing virgin and fuck me already.”
Face grinned. “Yes, sir.”
Murdock shuddered, kicking at Face half-heartedly. “Should never... mmm... have exposed weakness...” he muttered to himself.
Face withdrew his fingers, flipping Murdock over with one arm while slicking himself up with the other. Pilots aren’t the only ones who can multitask, his ego thought childishly. I can multitask.
Murdock settled onto all fours like a pro. Which, Face supposed, he probably was. A surge of unexpected jealousy ran through him and he surged forward, digging his teeth into the muscle of Murdock’s shoulder hard enough to nearly draw blood. Murdock gasped and thrust back against Face, an erotic human parody of a lion felling a gazelle. The image was completed Face growled.
Keeping his teeth in Murdock’s shoulder, Face reached between them and angled himself by touch alone. The head of his cock eased slowly through the tight ring of muscle. Murdock barely had time to adjust himself to the familiar burn when Face rolled forwards, burying himself to the balls in one smooth movement.
“Fuck!” Murdock panted harshly.
Face held himself patiently still, mouth on Murdock’s skin now only laying open-mouthed kisses. He’s just started to nibble his way down Murdock’s spine when the pilot reached an arm behind him, pulling Face forwards and, somehow, even deeper inside.
“I deserved that,” Murdock strained breathlessly. Face chuckled in agreement. “Okay. Move.”
It was different from last night. It wasn’t tender or soft. It wasn’t interspersed with loving words or clasped hands or accidental revelations of undying love in the peak of ecstasy. It wasn’t any of those things, but it was affectionate. It was intense. Both men sweated and strained, gasped and moaned, muffling their louder noises of pleasure into bed sheets or each other’s skin. They pendulum of dominance swung back and forth, neither yielding control or forcing the other to submit. They kissed, they bruised, they clung to each other and felt the connection of their bodies through every inch of their skin.
When they came, it was impossible to tell who fell first. And when they collapsed, exhausted, sated and happy, in was into a mutual hug of relief that they’d somehow stumbled into something incredible. They didn’t let go for a long time. Sweat and cum dried on their skin and stuck them together, and they didn’t even care.
(PART SEVEN - FINAL PART)