delorita

My very first "A-Team the movie" fic. As always when I write in a new fandom, I am very nervous! Written for the

a_team_kink

Title: The effect of white or black briefs
Pairing: Face/Hannibal and B.A./Murdock
Rating: R
Disclaimer: They are so not mine! But I love them anyway. But I don't make any money with this stuff.
Notes: The prompt was: All of them in underwear. No matter how or why.

This is inspired by an interview with Bradley, Sharlto and Rampage. Boxers or briefs ;) Unfortunately, Liam wasn't with them so I don't have a quote from him.

Part One

Hannibal had to close the door of the bathroom again fast and took several deep breaths, squeezing his eyes shut.

He surely couldn’t deal with a hard-on right now, since their time table was so tight already…speaking of tight…he just couldn’t resist the temptation. There were twenty minutes left after all. He opened the door again determinedly.

“Didn’t I tell you, Lieutenant, to wear boxers and not white briefs?” Hannibal only needed two steps to stand behind Face, laying his hands appreciatively onto his firm ass cheeks which curved so well beneath the thin and almost transparent material.

“I haven’t worn boxers since I was…like…eight,” the handsome soldier responded, pressing into the touch, locking glances with Hannibal in the mirror, blue eyes meeting equally blue ones.

“What’s your plan?” Face asked huskily, when experienced hands made their way towards his front.

“You know the plan,” the Colonel rasped, breaking eye contact and starting to nip at the side of Face’s neck. Face unashamedly groaned deeply. He was fascinated by the hands that travelled across his torso, circling over his chest, caressing his nipples.

“I mean right now.” He laid his hands onto Hannibal’s, directing them downwards. The eye contact was back again, blazingly hot all of a sudden. “We’ve only got a few minutes, I guess?”

“Unfortunately.”

A really stiff hard-on was now rubbed across his rear, inquisitive fingers cupping Face’s balls, rolling them expertly, causing one to slip out of the tight briefs. “Oh fuck, Hannibal!”

“Yeah, babe, wish I could.” Hannibal slowly started to stroke over the covered, strained flesh of Face’s cock.

Face reached backwards, pressing his hands against Hannibal’s buttocks to get him as close as possible. He grinned into the mirror, “Didn’t I tell you not to wear briefs either?”

Hannibal just melted – as he always did – at that mix of devilish and boyish grin.

“Well…Come here.”

Their mouths and bodies met harshly, desperately, knowing time was against them. It almost always was like this.

Face crushed Hannibal’s mouth to his, devouring his lover with all his power. And he got back as much as he gave. They were equals. Two men of skill and strength who happened to love each other deeply. Who knew each other from the inside and out.

Literally.

Body and soul.

And their weakness was to see each other in briefs.

In tighty whities.

It turned them on, and they knew it about each other. They played on it. As soon as there was a complicated plan to carry out, they had to try to have sex just before it.

For luck.

To relieve the pressure.

No matter how short the time was.

Hannibal gripped Face’s curls tightly, pushing his tongue as far into the other’s mouth as he would let him, enjoying his lover’s hands on his ass, holding them together, pressing.

Their embrace couldn’t get any tighter, their kiss any deeper. They were like one, rubbing against each other, familiar to the overpowering rhythm. Enjoying it. Appreciating it. Needing it. Feeling the heat build up, the release close. Hannibal broke the kiss and had to breath, “Templeton,” into his lover’s ear just once, and they both came violently. Panting, trying to steady each other, touching lightly in the afterglow of their climax. Still hugging.

“I told you…”

“…not to wear briefs.” They finished off each other’s sentence, convinced they’d just do the same again and again.

“I love it when a plan comes together.” Face used his Colonel’s words, slipping out of his messed up underwear, reaching for his jeans.

Hannibal had already thrown his evidence of hurried sex into the laundry basket across the room. He smiled to himself.

What a nice little plan to come together just before the big one.

He slapped his Lieutenant playfully on the ass and left the room.

Oh sweet revenge, Face thought to himself and pulled his shirt over his head while he hastily followed his CO.

F I N for this pairing

Part Two

Notes: Even though this is written for movie verse, I give bonus points for those who tell me the name of the episode Herman is borrowed from ;)

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“B.A.?” Murdock attempted to crawl under the VAN where B.A. had lain for half an hour. The big guy only grunted in response.

“Herman tells me you need a break, big guy,” the crazy soldier whispered when he had joined his friend beneath the car, starting to fumble with a tool.

“Shut up.” B.A. answered gruffly, but silently agreeing with Murdock.

“Look, B.A., Herman is already worried about you.” When Murdock tried to hold his precious bug directly in front of the bigger man’s nose, he moved his elbow, hit Murdock’s hand, and his pet for the day ran away.

“Aw! What have you done, you mean mean man!” Murdock hastily rolled out from under the car, got up too fast and ripped his pants apart accidentally. He didn’t notice and ran after his animal.

B.A, who heard the tearing of the material, got curious, turned and peered out from under his hiding place. He could barely suppress the laughter when he saw Murdock on all fours, his pants half down, looking for the tiny insect.

To his dismay, it wasn’t just a scene for laughter. It also caused his dick to rise painfully. Even though he didn’t act very friendly towards Murdock, he was majorly fond of him. He had the feeling he needed to protect the crazy pilot.

“Murdock, he’ll come back.” B.A. suddenly had the urge to call something comforting while he got out from under the car and slowly started to walk over to his lover, who sat on the ground now, looking miserably and on the verge of tears.

“Come on, let me help you with your clothes.” B.A. held out a hand. Murdock looked up at him, as though he had seen him for the first time that day, sighed, and let himself be pulled upright. That’s when he noticed that his pants were pooling around his ankles.

“What the hell?” He desperately pulled them up but they were two parts now instead of one. He groaned and looked around sheepishly.

“Don’t worry. Hannibal and Face won’t be back for a while.” B.A. helped him hop towards their tent and pulled it open for his friend.

When Murdock was inside, looking for another pair of pants, B.A. murmured from the entrance, “If you’re not cold, you can stay like this. Your red briefs look…hot.” He cleared his throat. He wasn’t used to saying things like that. But Murdock somehow made him do it by just being who he was.

Murdock did a double take and froze. Then he turned, looked up, blinked innocently and said in a completely different accent and voice than before, “I don’t mind, man. I don’t care about that kind of stuff. I wear underpants.”

B.A. started to giggle very uncharacteristically and mouthed, ‘underpants?’. He already liked that game, he closed the zipper of the tent behind him.

“Lets see what you are wearing, big fellow.” Murdock made a swift motion forward and pulled at B.A.’s BDUs, but they were securely fixed with a strong belt.

Murdock pouted.

B.A. flashed him a grin. “You wanna see what I’m wearing?” He started to open up his belt, deliberately slow, wiggling his hips. He could see how Murdock had to swallow, his Adam’s apple jumping. A short glimpse at Murdock’s groin told B.A. that they were on the same wavelength yet again. He saw a very impressive bulge forming there, matching his own in size.

“I…” B.A had opened his belt and was now working on the buttons, feeling Murdock’s stare on his nether regions. “…wear boxer briefs.”

“YES!!” Murdock exclaimed, as though he didn’t know that already. He appreciated the view. B.A.’s strong thighs were outlined in the very well fitting black underwear. The curve of his butt made Murdock’s mouth water and he swallowed again.

He reached out unceremoniously and gripped the bulge that filled the boxer briefs in front.

B.A. just tossed his head back and let Murdock shift to yet another personality.

Murdock had changed his voice to a sensual, super low and husky whisper, “Let me take care of you big boy, let me spoil you…” and with that he was silent because his talented mouth was occupied with another task, one that turned the bones of the strong soldier to pudding.

B.A. collapsed onto the mattress, but the mouth and expert fingers of Murdock never left him. All he could do was whimper in helpless pleasure and promise himself silently that he’d return the favour as soon as they had the chance.

F I N

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