Prove It, Part 7 (FINAL, 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) ( PART SIX)
The moment Face and Murdock entered the living room, they were accosted by a furious BA. Before either could react, he punched them both in the arm. Hard.
“Owwww!” Their noises of complaint almost harmonised. From an armchair, Hannibal watched the whole thing wearily. Couldn’t the children play outside for once?
“What?!” demanded Face in outrage, rubbing his arm. “What was that for?”
“You!” BA pointed angrily, fists still looking too ready to strike for Murdock’s liking. He knew BA’s warning signs best after all, being the one who provoked them the most. “Again! Noises! Goddamn.” He let out a roar of frustration to the ceiling. “Stop it! Stop doing that!”
He sounded so upset that Murdock couldn’t help it. He giggled. (His responses to BA’s various large emotions were rarely helpful.) “Aw, Bosco, I’m sorry. Did you feel left out?”
“Don’t.” BA glared at him warningly. “Don’t even, crazy. This ain’t the time.” He turned to their leader. “Hannibal, tell them they can’t do this no more!”
The boys looked at Hannibal expectantly. He sighed. It was clear that various pheromones he didn’t want to think too strongly about were still running merrily through his Captain and Lieutenant’s bloodstreams. Nothing he said would make an impact at this point. They were practically giddy.
“Gentlemen,” Hannibal said. He closed his eyes and asked for strength. “Why?”
Face and Murdock looked at each other, pondering the question. Hannibal could mean a lot of things. Why again, after the Colonel had expressed his disapproval? Why in the middle of the day? Why so loud, banging the bed against BA’s shared wall? Why could be a lot of things.
Murdock’s answer, though, probably wasn’t what Hannibal was expecting no matter what he’d meant. The pilot beamed, the hint of cheekiness only visible to the team because they knew what a devious brat he could be sometimes.
“We’re boyfriends,” he announced happily. “We had to celebrate.”
“Consummate,” corrected Face, slipping his hand into Murdock’s because he knew it would piss BA off. “We had to consummate the relationship.”
Hannibal pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Seriously?” groaned the dark man, looking like he couldn’t figure out what sin he was paying for. “You… Aw, no. No. No. This ain’t happening. You two aren’t- You’re fucking with me.”
“Sorry BA.” Face shook his head. “If it makes you feel better, we’ll try to be quiet.”
“Try to… You shouldn’t be doin’ that in the first place! HANNIBAL!”
Hannibal settled back in his chair, turning his attention back to his book and tuning out the melee. No one was going to say anything rational for a while. Face and Murdock looked… happy. Alright then. BA was making a lot of noise, but he did that all the time. If he was really upset, he’d be quiet and fuming. This would blow over.
“Come on, BA, hug me. You don’t have to be scared of cooties. I’ll show you. Hug me.”
“No! Get away, fool! Hannibal!”
“Aw, don’t be like that. Hug me. Come on. Everything’s gonna be okay.”
“Get off me, crazy! Don’t touch me.”
“Just a little one. A huglette.”
“Just the tip, just to see if you like it.”
“Face, that’s not helping.”
“Heh heh!”
“Aw man. This what it’s gonna be like? You two, all the time? Back off, Crazy. Hannibal! HANNIBAL!”
Well. It would blow over. Hannibal just had to get some earplugs in the meantime.