FIC: Indiscretions (H/F, humour, fluff)
Title: Indiscretions
Fandom: A-Team movieverse
Genre: Humour, fluff
Rating: PG
Warnings: Slash (Hannibal/Face), language, sex references
Summary: Face talks to Murdock about everything. EVERYTHING.
It wasn’t the first time Hannibal had heard Face utter those words in that particular order. It was just the first time they’d been uttered in this context.
Hannibal and Face were naked, as often happened. Naked together in bed, as happened as often as they could manage it. Before that, they’d been naked together in the en suite shower of the team’s house on base (rank having its privileges when it came to “dibs”ing the master bedroom). Hannibal was spread out over his lover, covering Face’s tanned sculpted body with his own long, lean one. He was kissing a trail down the younger man’s chest when Face spoke.
“Hey.” The word was soft, more of a murmur than anything else. “I was talking to Murdock…”
That was strange. Normally Face had a one-track mind when it came to sex. Nothing else entered his head once the green light came on and he knew he was getting laid. Hannibal growled - must not be doing his job well enough. He moved up slightly to lick around Face’s nipple.
The blond gasped. “Oh!” That’s more like it. But then Face continued. “And he said that- Christ!” Hannibal had bit down on the nipple, not hard enough to draw blood by definitely hard enough to cause Face to buck violently. “Fuck, Hannibal. He said that he’s got some toys we could borrow.”
Hannibal raised his head and frowned at Face. Toys? Military weapons, obviously. But how did Murdock have access to anything that they weren’t provided as a team through the General? How long had this been going on? Why hadn’t he formally spoken to Hannibal about it instead of going to Face? Why was Face bringing it up now?
Hannibal’s confusion clearly showed in his expression, because Face laughed softly. The lines between Hannibal’s eyes deepened. He did not appreciate being laughed at, especially when he was naked.
“Sex toys, boss,” explained Face with a purr, running his hand down Hannibal’s long spine.
Hannibal didn’t move. “What,” he said flatly.
Face grinned and moved against Hannibal, shifting himself down so that their erections met. Both men groaned. “Yeah,” said Face a little breathlessly. “I was telling him how we were annoyed that we couldn’t bring anything on tour with us, and he said he’s got a whole boxful.” Mistaking the nature of Hannibal’s incredulous stare, he laughed. “I know, right? He said the officials just figured he was too crazy to know what they were so they let him keep them.”
Hannibal pushed himself off Face, pulling back to kneel on the bed. Face instantly sat up and reached for him but Hannibal shrugged away. The blond frowned. What happened?
“You talked to Murdock about this?” Hannibal gestured to their states of undress and arousal.
Face blinked. “Well, yeah.” He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “They’ve known about us for ages, boss.”
He was referring to BA and Murdock, who’d known about their Colonel’s relationship with his Lieutenant for nearly the entire two years that they’d been a team. It had never seemed to bother the other men and Hannibal trusted them to keep their mouths shut about it. But still.
“You talked to Murdock about our sex life?”
Face didn’t understand what Hannibal was upset about here. He wasn’t trying to be obtuse, honestly, but the older man was getting worked up over nothing. “Of course I do. He’s my best friend.” He shrugged. “We talk about everything.”
Hannibal didn’t know where to start. He sat back on his heels and rubbed a hand over his face. His erection was rapidly becoming a thing of the past. He knew he was in danger of coming across as a prude but he couldn’t stop himself from repeating: “But our sex life?”
Face scooted forward and laid a reassuring hand on Hannibal’s arm. “It doesn’t affect how he sees you as a leader if that’s what you’re worried about,” he told the Colonel. “He has so much respect for you. Ha, and besides, he’s the last one who can judge about this kind of thing. I mean, you should see this box he has, Hannibal. There’s stuff in there, like this one thing that looks like a double-ended rubber corkscrew, I don’t even know how you’d use that one…”
Hannibal flinched away. “You went through his box?” He wasn’t able to keep the shrill tone out of his voice.
Face giggled in spite of himself. Heh heh, box. Trying to keep a sympathetic expression in the face of Hannibal’s outrageous attack of modesty, he said, “Come on, Hannibal, it’s not like they weren’t clean. It wasn’t gross or anything. I just wanted to see if there was anything in there I thought you’d like. Murdock said his cock rings might be a bit small for you but he’s got some- What? Hannibal, what? Are you breathing? Hannibal?”
The Colonel had gone red. Then past red into a kind of weird fluorescent purple. People shouldn’t be able to generate fluorescent colours but Hannibal was managing it admirably. Some dark veins were throbbing in his forehead and down his neck. His nostrils were flaring but Face couldn’t hear him breathing.
Finally, Hannibal let out a long, long breath. He didn’t lose his strange colouring but the veins settled down a bit.
“Murdock,” he said, strangely calm, “knows what size cock ring I would need?” Face opened his mouth to answer but Hannibal wasn’t finished. “Murdock knows that I like using cock rings?”
Uh oh. Obviously this was some kind of an issue for Hannibal. “Well I don’t tell him every detail,” Face backpedalled. “That would be weird.” He laughed hesitantly. Hannibal didn’t join in. “Um, no, I only tell him…” Hannibal glared. “I mean, over the years stuff has come up, you know…” Hannibal’s nostrils flared again. “I only talk to him after we’ve had a really good session, or if we’ve tried something new and I want to get another opinion…” Hannibal started making a strange wheezing sound. Face trailed off.
“Session?” Hannibal spat out. “You talk to Murdock when you’ve had a good session?”
“Well, okay, that wasn’t a good word for it, but you’re really purple right now and it’s hard for me to concentrate.”
“I don’t care what colour I am!” Hannibal exploded in what was probably his most abstract of angry shouts since joining the army. “I can’t believe you’d do this, Face. I can’t believe you’d betray my trust and talk about something so personal as if you’re discussing what to have for dinner!”
Face’s jaw dropped. “That’s not how I talk about it at all!” he protested. “I’d never- Hannibal, you know how important you are to me. I’d never belittle anything we have.” His tone was beseeching. “I don’t tell Murdock things to disrespect you. I tell him because I want to.” This wasn’t coming out right. Face huffed in frustration. “It’s not about you, Hannibal. It’s about me. I want to tell my best friend about my life.”
“But you’ve got me,” said Hannibal stubbornly. “Can’t you talk to me about what’s going on in our relationship?”
Face scooted forward and gripped Hannibal’s hands tightly in his own. “Of course I can. You know that.” He rubbed the back of his lover’s hand with his thumb, trying to calm him down. “Like I said, it’s not about you, or us. You’re incredible but I need more than one person in my life. You’re not jealous of that, right?”
When he put it that way, Hannibal felt a bit silly. “No,” he said gruffly, then cleared his throat. “I’m sorry, kid. I didn’t mean to be an ass.”
“I love your ass.”
“Thank you.” Hannibal sighed and met Face halfway, kissing him softly. “I know you wouldn’t say anything to embarrass me.”
Face shook his head firmly. “No way, boss. It’s all totally flattering. I’ve got no complaints.”
Hannibal knew that, but it was always nice to hear. “Good. But really, Face? Cock size?”
Face glanced down, looking adorably bashful. “It comes up,” he muttered for lack of a better explanation. Hannibal raised an eyebrow but didn’t look so purple anymore, so Face figured he was feeling better and could handle a little elaboration. “I mean, some of the stuff we do is very… specific to your proportions and if we’re talking about it then Murdock needs to understand the… relevant information, and… Are you laughing?”
Hannibal kissed him again, longer and harder this time. “I’m sorry,” he said contritely when they separated. “You’re just so adorable when you’re tongue-tied.”
Face narrowed his eyes. “I’ll show you tongue-tied,” he challenged petulantly. Hannibal’s cock twitched. How could Face manage to be sexy even when he was being a brat? The kid would be the death of him.
But for now, Hannibal was content to ignore the threat of whelp-related demise and indulge himself. With a growl, he pounced, pinning Face to the mattress once more with a predatory leer. “And I’ll give you something to talk about,” he promised, wrapping his fist around the blond’s erection. Face whimpered. Hannibal grinned. Maybe this box of Murdock’s would be worth investigating after all.
Fandom: A-Team movieverse
Genre: Humour, fluff
Rating: PG
Warnings: Slash (Hannibal/Face), language, sex references
Summary: Face talks to Murdock about everything. EVERYTHING.
It wasn’t the first time Hannibal had heard Face utter those words in that particular order. It was just the first time they’d been uttered in this context.
Hannibal and Face were naked, as often happened. Naked together in bed, as happened as often as they could manage it. Before that, they’d been naked together in the en suite shower of the team’s house on base (rank having its privileges when it came to “dibs”ing the master bedroom). Hannibal was spread out over his lover, covering Face’s tanned sculpted body with his own long, lean one. He was kissing a trail down the younger man’s chest when Face spoke.
“Hey.” The word was soft, more of a murmur than anything else. “I was talking to Murdock…”
That was strange. Normally Face had a one-track mind when it came to sex. Nothing else entered his head once the green light came on and he knew he was getting laid. Hannibal growled - must not be doing his job well enough. He moved up slightly to lick around Face’s nipple.
The blond gasped. “Oh!” That’s more like it. But then Face continued. “And he said that- Christ!” Hannibal had bit down on the nipple, not hard enough to draw blood by definitely hard enough to cause Face to buck violently. “Fuck, Hannibal. He said that he’s got some toys we could borrow.”
Hannibal raised his head and frowned at Face. Toys? Military weapons, obviously. But how did Murdock have access to anything that they weren’t provided as a team through the General? How long had this been going on? Why hadn’t he formally spoken to Hannibal about it instead of going to Face? Why was Face bringing it up now?
Hannibal’s confusion clearly showed in his expression, because Face laughed softly. The lines between Hannibal’s eyes deepened. He did not appreciate being laughed at, especially when he was naked.
“Sex toys, boss,” explained Face with a purr, running his hand down Hannibal’s long spine.
Hannibal didn’t move. “What,” he said flatly.
Face grinned and moved against Hannibal, shifting himself down so that their erections met. Both men groaned. “Yeah,” said Face a little breathlessly. “I was telling him how we were annoyed that we couldn’t bring anything on tour with us, and he said he’s got a whole boxful.” Mistaking the nature of Hannibal’s incredulous stare, he laughed. “I know, right? He said the officials just figured he was too crazy to know what they were so they let him keep them.”
Hannibal pushed himself off Face, pulling back to kneel on the bed. Face instantly sat up and reached for him but Hannibal shrugged away. The blond frowned. What happened?
“You talked to Murdock about this?” Hannibal gestured to their states of undress and arousal.
Face blinked. “Well, yeah.” He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “They’ve known about us for ages, boss.”
He was referring to BA and Murdock, who’d known about their Colonel’s relationship with his Lieutenant for nearly the entire two years that they’d been a team. It had never seemed to bother the other men and Hannibal trusted them to keep their mouths shut about it. But still.
“You talked to Murdock about our sex life?”
Face didn’t understand what Hannibal was upset about here. He wasn’t trying to be obtuse, honestly, but the older man was getting worked up over nothing. “Of course I do. He’s my best friend.” He shrugged. “We talk about everything.”
Hannibal didn’t know where to start. He sat back on his heels and rubbed a hand over his face. His erection was rapidly becoming a thing of the past. He knew he was in danger of coming across as a prude but he couldn’t stop himself from repeating: “But our sex life?”
Face scooted forward and laid a reassuring hand on Hannibal’s arm. “It doesn’t affect how he sees you as a leader if that’s what you’re worried about,” he told the Colonel. “He has so much respect for you. Ha, and besides, he’s the last one who can judge about this kind of thing. I mean, you should see this box he has, Hannibal. There’s stuff in there, like this one thing that looks like a double-ended rubber corkscrew, I don’t even know how you’d use that one…”
Hannibal flinched away. “You went through his box?” He wasn’t able to keep the shrill tone out of his voice.
Face giggled in spite of himself. Heh heh, box. Trying to keep a sympathetic expression in the face of Hannibal’s outrageous attack of modesty, he said, “Come on, Hannibal, it’s not like they weren’t clean. It wasn’t gross or anything. I just wanted to see if there was anything in there I thought you’d like. Murdock said his cock rings might be a bit small for you but he’s got some- What? Hannibal, what? Are you breathing? Hannibal?”
The Colonel had gone red. Then past red into a kind of weird fluorescent purple. People shouldn’t be able to generate fluorescent colours but Hannibal was managing it admirably. Some dark veins were throbbing in his forehead and down his neck. His nostrils were flaring but Face couldn’t hear him breathing.
Finally, Hannibal let out a long, long breath. He didn’t lose his strange colouring but the veins settled down a bit.
“Murdock,” he said, strangely calm, “knows what size cock ring I would need?” Face opened his mouth to answer but Hannibal wasn’t finished. “Murdock knows that I like using cock rings?”
Uh oh. Obviously this was some kind of an issue for Hannibal. “Well I don’t tell him every detail,” Face backpedalled. “That would be weird.” He laughed hesitantly. Hannibal didn’t join in. “Um, no, I only tell him…” Hannibal glared. “I mean, over the years stuff has come up, you know…” Hannibal’s nostrils flared again. “I only talk to him after we’ve had a really good session, or if we’ve tried something new and I want to get another opinion…” Hannibal started making a strange wheezing sound. Face trailed off.
“Session?” Hannibal spat out. “You talk to Murdock when you’ve had a good session?”
“Well, okay, that wasn’t a good word for it, but you’re really purple right now and it’s hard for me to concentrate.”
“I don’t care what colour I am!” Hannibal exploded in what was probably his most abstract of angry shouts since joining the army. “I can’t believe you’d do this, Face. I can’t believe you’d betray my trust and talk about something so personal as if you’re discussing what to have for dinner!”
Face’s jaw dropped. “That’s not how I talk about it at all!” he protested. “I’d never- Hannibal, you know how important you are to me. I’d never belittle anything we have.” His tone was beseeching. “I don’t tell Murdock things to disrespect you. I tell him because I want to.” This wasn’t coming out right. Face huffed in frustration. “It’s not about you, Hannibal. It’s about me. I want to tell my best friend about my life.”
“But you’ve got me,” said Hannibal stubbornly. “Can’t you talk to me about what’s going on in our relationship?”
Face scooted forward and gripped Hannibal’s hands tightly in his own. “Of course I can. You know that.” He rubbed the back of his lover’s hand with his thumb, trying to calm him down. “Like I said, it’s not about you, or us. You’re incredible but I need more than one person in my life. You’re not jealous of that, right?”
When he put it that way, Hannibal felt a bit silly. “No,” he said gruffly, then cleared his throat. “I’m sorry, kid. I didn’t mean to be an ass.”
“I love your ass.”
“Thank you.” Hannibal sighed and met Face halfway, kissing him softly. “I know you wouldn’t say anything to embarrass me.”
Face shook his head firmly. “No way, boss. It’s all totally flattering. I’ve got no complaints.”
Hannibal knew that, but it was always nice to hear. “Good. But really, Face? Cock size?”
Face glanced down, looking adorably bashful. “It comes up,” he muttered for lack of a better explanation. Hannibal raised an eyebrow but didn’t look so purple anymore, so Face figured he was feeling better and could handle a little elaboration. “I mean, some of the stuff we do is very… specific to your proportions and if we’re talking about it then Murdock needs to understand the… relevant information, and… Are you laughing?”
Hannibal kissed him again, longer and harder this time. “I’m sorry,” he said contritely when they separated. “You’re just so adorable when you’re tongue-tied.”
Face narrowed his eyes. “I’ll show you tongue-tied,” he challenged petulantly. Hannibal’s cock twitched. How could Face manage to be sexy even when he was being a brat? The kid would be the death of him.
But for now, Hannibal was content to ignore the threat of whelp-related demise and indulge himself. With a growl, he pounced, pinning Face to the mattress once more with a predatory leer. “And I’ll give you something to talk about,” he promised, wrapping his fist around the blond’s erection. Face whimpered. Hannibal grinned. Maybe this box of Murdock’s would be worth investigating after all.