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Title: Teaching Lessons
Author: Delorita
Pairing: TV H-BAMF
Rating: R
Disclaimer: They aren’t mine. I’m just playing and don’t make any money!
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Prompt:
TV!Verse; Episode Season Two THERE'S ALWAYS A CATCH.
Face reluctantly follows Hannibal's orders to "explore the murky depths" in this episode; then proceeds for the next several scenes to drive us all crazy by looking impossibly sexy in his wetsuit.
Please to be writing a slash missing or tag scene:
a) F/H or F/H/BA when they are locked in the shed on the dock waiting for either a rescue or Decker's return.
b) F/M or F/H or F/H/M/BA after the end fight, one or all of the team cannot resist the TEMPtation any longer and take Face down below decks to finally peel him out of that wetsuit.
Any scenario would be greatly appreciated; I just wanna hear that velcro RIP with a vengence.
Thankssss for the fast beta read and the encouragement for all my A-Team fics so far go to my dear friend![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
karenjd
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“All right Hannibal, here’s your Aquaman costume, right down to the flippers.” Face just can’t help but speak the last word with a French accent. He looks expectantly at Hannibal. “Now, what do you expect to do with it?”
“What do you mean me?” Hannibal raises an eyebrow.
“Come on, I got the stuff. Let somebody else get wet in it,” Face declares, already guessing where Hannibal is going with that question and not liking it one bit.
“It’s time for you and Murdock to explore the murky depths.” Hannibal gets that crazy gleam in his eye, waving his cigar around, grinning wickedly.
“Hannibal, you know I got a sinus problem.” Face sounds thoroughly outraged. “I go down there, I’m clog-city for weeks. I sound like a bus.”
Hannibal just has to suppress a laugh at Face’s shocked expression. He never sounds like a bus.
“Come on Face. We could have lots of fun. I mean fish are lots of fun,” Murdock tries to encourage his friend, liking the idea himself.
Face just frowns, looks up and then turns away, sighing. He hates situations like this.
“Lots of them have a great sense of humour. Some watch TV and everything.” Face can clearly hear how Murdock gets carried away with the idea of fish watching TV.
“The two of you could really have a ball,” B.A. states from behind.
Why were they sometimes all against him? Face thinks disappointingly.
“I didn’t know you are a diver, Face,” Amy asks, smiling.
“I’m not,” Face responds angrily. “Hannibal and B.A. are the guys with experience below the waterline, mining bridges in Nam. Now come on Hannibal, why don’t you do it?”
“You know, he’s got a point there, Hannibal,” Murdock tries to soften the waves between Face and their Boss. “B.A. has got an excuse from the nurse because of his foot, but what about you?”
“Well, it’s simple. I’m the planner. I plan better in dry air,” the Colonel says firmly.
Face manages an exasperated “Ah” rolling his eyes.
“Besides, B.A. and I have been working out. You two look a little flabby.” Hannibal just has to tease Face that little bit more, the sparks in his eyes dancing. He loves it when the younger man jumps at his comments.
“Flabby?” Face and Murdock shout almost in unison. “Just exactly what are we supposed to do down there, Hannibal, other than not drink the water?” Murdock’s eyes flash with played anger now as well.
“Make it hot for Garber. Come on, we got work to do.” The Colonel is back to business in one instant and that was that. Murdock and Face couldn’t say anything else as the Colonel, was already pretty much ‘on the Jazz’.
++
It wasn’t exactly true, that only Hannibal and B.A. had been mining bridges below the waterline back in Nam. Face and Murdock had done their fair share of that as well, it’s just that the Boss really had more experience. And besides, the water was too cold at this time of the year to be diving in the ocean…
‘Make it hot for Garber….’
‘You two look a bit flabby…’
Face just can’t get those two sentences out of his brain. They call for some kind of sweet, hot, cruel revenge.
Sometimes their crazy leader just needs to be taught a lesson himself.
Face formulates a plan of his own and pulls Murdock aside when they are supposed to practice for the diving.
++
The charges are set on Garber’s Lobster traps, and Face and Murdock swim back to their boat swiftly. The water is freezing cold, especially for Face in a short wet suit. But the idea of making Hannibal hot in just a very different way than Garber, makes Face feel just that little bit warmer himself.
The moment he ascends from the ocean, Hannibal holds out his hands for him, pulling him up and into the boat together with B.A.
Face isn’t really working in their favour, just lets them pull him up. The two of them had worked out, after all…He also gladly notices that the boss reluctantly lets go of his hand and bare arms, even has to grab his bare shin.
Face grins inwardly. “All things considered, I’d like to do this in the Bahamas next time,” he says as the other two pull an extra heavy Murdock up as well.
After the pilot has his little crazy moment about Therm being down there with them, they get ready to trigger the explosions, Face pressing really closely in against Hannibal’s arm and shoulder with his wet skin, feeling the boss shudder slightly.
The lieutenant stays glued to him throughout the whole process of exploding all their charges. A swift glance down towards Hannibal’s trapped groin tells Face everything he needs to know. His own cock is still too cold to react in any way, but that’s certainly a plus in a skin tight wet suit.
As B.A. drives them almost silently towards Garber’s boat, Face’s changing from flippers to shoes. Then they climb up unseen behind the enemy.
Even though Face knows exactly how dangerous the situation is, he can feel Hannibal’s glance burn through the short pants of his wet suit when he climbs up the ladder just in front of him. He also knows how much the boss likes it when Face holds a gun wearing a sleeveless shirt. It must torture him that he can’t look properly at his second in command.
Serves him right.
Unfortunately Colonel Decker, with help from Garber, manages to get the upper hand on the team. Not that Face is worried about one of Hannibal’s plans going wrong, they were always good at improvising, but as time goes on, he’d rather be out of the damn suit and getting laid by the boss. One can only take so much closeness of one’s lover without doing anything sexual.
++
“You know, we’ve been here almost an hour,” Hannibal taps his wrist watch slightly, looking at Face out of the corner of his eye.
“Don’t tell me what time it is,” Face snaps irritated. “Tell me what great plan you just thought of.” He’s getting a little antsy. He has faith in Murdock – opposite to what he said to Hannibal earlier. They even had a plan of their own, in case Hannibal’s went wrong, but time is really running out for them.
Hannibal has faith in the Captain as well. He knows he’ll come up with an own plan. He wasn’t crazy after all. So the Colonel had fun during that hour watching Face getting more and more impatient – which the younger man didn’t show, of course. Just a man who knew him as well as Hannibal did could see it:
First they sat down and waited, not able to escape due to B.A.’s bad foot, and the fact that they were surrounded by soldiers and didn’t have any weapons.
Face just sat there, his eyes closed, humming. Hannibal’s mouth watered at the sight. He was tempted to ruffle through the now dry hair, which looked even more blonde at the moment, but he just couldn’t do a damn thing in that shed.
Then Face started to pace, looking out of the window every other minute, checking for the guard outside. Hannibal and B.A. exchanged meaningful glances and grins behind their companion’s back, both appreciating the inviting view of that clearly not flabby, but perfect body. But both having to restrict themselves. The guards outside looked in on them as much as Face looked out.
When his frustration grew, Face threw himself down beside Hannibal, leaning against the empty boxes instead of him. Teaching someone a lesson wasn’t as easy as it seemed sometimes. He sighed unconsciously. Hannibal patted his arm in response and they looked each other in the eye for several moments. Not moving, just staring. The tension in the air almost unbearable.
“Guards,” B.A. hissed and Face ripped his arm out of the Colonel’s grasp.
That’s when Hannibal states that they were in there already almost one hour and Face snaps at him.
It is a charade for the guards. Nothing else. Then everything happens very fast.
Of course Murdock and Amy come to their rescue.
Of course they overwhelm Decker and his soldiers and throw them into the shed.
Of course they also overtake Garber and his men.
It could never have gone wrong.
Another really nice little adventure as always.
But the tension is still in the air.
Amy just has to look at her friends to see it in their eyes. She knows what to do. Her team needs some time of privacy. So she takes their clients by the arms.
“I am starving and I’m inviting you. Let’s go and find something to eat. The boys won’t need us for a while…with the repair work,” she says cheerfully and winks at Face who gratefully grins back at her, following the other three down below the deck.
“One hour,” he mouths and Amy nods just as the clients start to protest and want to help.
“We’ll be back soon enough to help.” She ushers them away from the boat.
++
As soon as Face locks the door below the deck, he gets jumped by both Murdock and Hannibal. “Let’s get you out of that damn thing,” the Colonel pants into his ear and the Velcro on his left shoulder rips ever so slowly, torn open by Murdock with his teeth and accompanied by a wicked chuckle.
That rip means freedom and space and Face groans loudly. The thing had really grown uncomfortably tight, especially around his groin.
He feels hands sliding across his still covered ass, over his thighs, moving towards his front. “That was torture, flaunting that body of yours in my line of view all day long.” Hannibal’s voice sounds nothing but normal and Face grins between gasps. He, too, loves it when one of his plans comes together, even though it was hard to maintain that one at some points.
Murdock slides the suit off of his right shoulder, and his hands start to caress Face’s bare chest. Face can do nothing but grab both men’s hair while they peel the suit ever so slowly off him. Out of the corner of his eye he can see B.A., who has settled into the only armchair of the tiny room, leisurely unzipping his pants, foundling his balls and cock through his underwear. It is one of the big guy’s kinks to watch his team mates make out like that, taking care of himself while doing so.
Face pulls Murdock’s head towards him to kiss him feverishly while Hannibal gets down on his knees in front of them and inches the offending suit away from his young lover’s body.
“Had fun teaching me that lesson?” Hannibal growls, then bites Face’s thigh playfully.
“Ow!” Face yells and all three of them topple over onto the floor. The lieutenant gets hold of Hannibal’s jaw and starts to devour his mouth. It’s a hungry kiss, like he’s starving.
Hannibal gives back as good as he gets. When they have to break for air, Face remembers the question and teases, “Yes, Sir, it was fun to see your dick get trapped in your jeans like now…” Face opens Hannibal’s fly unceremoniously and rubs the heel of his hand across the Colonel’s growing erection, still hidden by his boxer shorts. Hannibal moans, bucking upwards for more friction.
“Too many damn clothes,” B.A. growls from his corner. Murdock adds, “Definitely,” helping Face to pull their leader’s way too tight jeans off. “You too, fool,” B.A. gasps.
“At your service, Sergeant,” Murdock salutes towards B.A. and starts to strip. Then he is all over B.A. within seconds, giving the big guy a blow job that makes B.A. see stars.
Hannibal wrestles Face to the ground, breathing into his mouth, “I’ll teach you a lesson, kid, about teaching your boss a lesson.” He rubs their still covered bulges together and Face whimpers, grabbing Hannibal’s open shirt and crushes their mouths together again. He doesn’t want to hear anything about lessons at the moment.
He knows he’ll always do what the boss wants or needs him to do, no matter how much he pretends to be complaining about it.
Face’s mobile fingers remove Hannibal’s underwear with one swift movement and his own as well. He gasps loudly when their erections finally press against each other without any restraining material.
“Yeah,” Hannibal sighs, “that’s way better, Temp.” He bends down and licks over Face’s chest in broad wet stripes, his tongue lingering on the younger man’s nipples, teasing and flicking.
“Fuck, boss!” Face almost comes from getting his nipples teased and Hannibal knows it. He holds himself up with one hand and clasps the other around their cocks, setting a slow pace. Face’s eyes become dark blue, almost black and the Colonel just wants to drown in them. Face puts his hand over Hannibal’s increasing the incredible friction. He manages to get his other hand between them and starts to roll Hannibal’s balls gently.
The older man has to rest his head against Face’s shoulder, breathing heavily, meeting the rhythm of his lover. Fast and faster, rubbing, pressing, finally kissing deeply again. Face seems to want to suck all of Hannibal’s tongue into his mouth. It’s mind blowing.
Face slides his thumb over Hannibal’s cock head, moaning when the boss mirrors his action, both starting to leak pre come. “Fuck, Temp.” Hannibal bites Face’s neck. “Nghhhhh!” Face only gives an inarticulate grunt, rutting up against his boss with such strength that Hannibal has to do nothing but simply shudder and come violently. Face makes small needy sounds, his body gleaming with sweat, and Hannibal again bends down to lick across the younger man’s biceps, something he’d wanted to do all day long. Oh, smooth skin and tight muscle!
And there is another body part Hannibal wants to lick.
“Bossss! Oh yeah…oh yes…ohhh gooood!” Face almost passes out when Hannibal finally sucks the younger man’s dick into his mouth. He comes instantly and the Colonel swallows greedily, feeling Face’s fingers on his scalp.
“What a beautiful sight,” Murdock whispers suddenly beside Face’s ear and they kiss hard while the boss sucks him dry. Then Hannibal moves and kisses Murdock, who licks his lips afterwards, loving the taste of Face’s juice on his tongue.
“You have to wear that short wet suit more often, babe,” Murdock states and starts to look for his clothes, “It drives Bossman out of his mind.” He suddenly starts to sing, hopping on one leg.
Hannibal throws one of his shoes in Murdock’s general direction and Face instantly starts to protest, “Only when we’re doing a job at the Bahamas or…” Hannibal cuts him off with another kiss, “Love you when you’re complaining.” Another kiss, “I know it’s all acting and you love all the jobs I’m giving you.”
How could the boss just look through him like that? Face wonders, but sated like he is right now, it doesn’t matter. And it never will. Probably all four of them could read the other like an open book.
Murdock helps a slightly dizzy B.A. up from his chair. His large fist had really taken very good care of Murdock’s aching dick a few minutes earlier. But now his meds seemed to be kicking in.
“Everybody got all clothes on?” The Colonel asks lowly. “They’re back.”
F I N
a_team_kink fill :DTitle: Teaching Lessons
Author: Delorita
Pairing: TV H-BAMF
Rating: R
Disclaimer: They aren’t mine. I’m just playing and don’t make any money!
Here is the visual:
Prompt:
TV!Verse; Episode Season Two THERE'S ALWAYS A CATCH.
Face reluctantly follows Hannibal's orders to "explore the murky depths" in this episode; then proceeds for the next several scenes to drive us all crazy by looking impossibly sexy in his wetsuit.
Please to be writing a slash missing or tag scene:
a) F/H or F/H/BA when they are locked in the shed on the dock waiting for either a rescue or Decker's return.
b) F/M or F/H or F/H/M/BA after the end fight, one or all of the team cannot resist the TEMPtation any longer and take Face down below decks to finally peel him out of that wetsuit.
Any scenario would be greatly appreciated; I just wanna hear that velcro RIP with a vengence.
Thankssss for the fast beta read and the encouragement for all my A-Team fics so far go to my dear friend
karenjd++++
“All right Hannibal, here’s your Aquaman costume, right down to the flippers.” Face just can’t help but speak the last word with a French accent. He looks expectantly at Hannibal. “Now, what do you expect to do with it?”
“What do you mean me?” Hannibal raises an eyebrow.
“Come on, I got the stuff. Let somebody else get wet in it,” Face declares, already guessing where Hannibal is going with that question and not liking it one bit.
“It’s time for you and Murdock to explore the murky depths.” Hannibal gets that crazy gleam in his eye, waving his cigar around, grinning wickedly.
“Hannibal, you know I got a sinus problem.” Face sounds thoroughly outraged. “I go down there, I’m clog-city for weeks. I sound like a bus.”
Hannibal just has to suppress a laugh at Face’s shocked expression. He never sounds like a bus.
“Come on Face. We could have lots of fun. I mean fish are lots of fun,” Murdock tries to encourage his friend, liking the idea himself.
Face just frowns, looks up and then turns away, sighing. He hates situations like this.
“Lots of them have a great sense of humour. Some watch TV and everything.” Face can clearly hear how Murdock gets carried away with the idea of fish watching TV.
“The two of you could really have a ball,” B.A. states from behind.
Why were they sometimes all against him? Face thinks disappointingly.
“I didn’t know you are a diver, Face,” Amy asks, smiling.
“I’m not,” Face responds angrily. “Hannibal and B.A. are the guys with experience below the waterline, mining bridges in Nam. Now come on Hannibal, why don’t you do it?”
“You know, he’s got a point there, Hannibal,” Murdock tries to soften the waves between Face and their Boss. “B.A. has got an excuse from the nurse because of his foot, but what about you?”
“Well, it’s simple. I’m the planner. I plan better in dry air,” the Colonel says firmly.
Face manages an exasperated “Ah” rolling his eyes.
“Besides, B.A. and I have been working out. You two look a little flabby.” Hannibal just has to tease Face that little bit more, the sparks in his eyes dancing. He loves it when the younger man jumps at his comments.
“Flabby?” Face and Murdock shout almost in unison. “Just exactly what are we supposed to do down there, Hannibal, other than not drink the water?” Murdock’s eyes flash with played anger now as well.
“Make it hot for Garber. Come on, we got work to do.” The Colonel is back to business in one instant and that was that. Murdock and Face couldn’t say anything else as the Colonel, was already pretty much ‘on the Jazz’.
++
It wasn’t exactly true, that only Hannibal and B.A. had been mining bridges below the waterline back in Nam. Face and Murdock had done their fair share of that as well, it’s just that the Boss really had more experience. And besides, the water was too cold at this time of the year to be diving in the ocean…
‘Make it hot for Garber….’
‘You two look a bit flabby…’
Face just can’t get those two sentences out of his brain. They call for some kind of sweet, hot, cruel revenge.
Sometimes their crazy leader just needs to be taught a lesson himself.
Face formulates a plan of his own and pulls Murdock aside when they are supposed to practice for the diving.
++
The charges are set on Garber’s Lobster traps, and Face and Murdock swim back to their boat swiftly. The water is freezing cold, especially for Face in a short wet suit. But the idea of making Hannibal hot in just a very different way than Garber, makes Face feel just that little bit warmer himself.
The moment he ascends from the ocean, Hannibal holds out his hands for him, pulling him up and into the boat together with B.A.
Face isn’t really working in their favour, just lets them pull him up. The two of them had worked out, after all…He also gladly notices that the boss reluctantly lets go of his hand and bare arms, even has to grab his bare shin.
Face grins inwardly. “All things considered, I’d like to do this in the Bahamas next time,” he says as the other two pull an extra heavy Murdock up as well.
After the pilot has his little crazy moment about Therm being down there with them, they get ready to trigger the explosions, Face pressing really closely in against Hannibal’s arm and shoulder with his wet skin, feeling the boss shudder slightly.
The lieutenant stays glued to him throughout the whole process of exploding all their charges. A swift glance down towards Hannibal’s trapped groin tells Face everything he needs to know. His own cock is still too cold to react in any way, but that’s certainly a plus in a skin tight wet suit.
As B.A. drives them almost silently towards Garber’s boat, Face’s changing from flippers to shoes. Then they climb up unseen behind the enemy.
Even though Face knows exactly how dangerous the situation is, he can feel Hannibal’s glance burn through the short pants of his wet suit when he climbs up the ladder just in front of him. He also knows how much the boss likes it when Face holds a gun wearing a sleeveless shirt. It must torture him that he can’t look properly at his second in command.
Serves him right.
Unfortunately Colonel Decker, with help from Garber, manages to get the upper hand on the team. Not that Face is worried about one of Hannibal’s plans going wrong, they were always good at improvising, but as time goes on, he’d rather be out of the damn suit and getting laid by the boss. One can only take so much closeness of one’s lover without doing anything sexual.
++
“You know, we’ve been here almost an hour,” Hannibal taps his wrist watch slightly, looking at Face out of the corner of his eye.
“Don’t tell me what time it is,” Face snaps irritated. “Tell me what great plan you just thought of.” He’s getting a little antsy. He has faith in Murdock – opposite to what he said to Hannibal earlier. They even had a plan of their own, in case Hannibal’s went wrong, but time is really running out for them.
Hannibal has faith in the Captain as well. He knows he’ll come up with an own plan. He wasn’t crazy after all. So the Colonel had fun during that hour watching Face getting more and more impatient – which the younger man didn’t show, of course. Just a man who knew him as well as Hannibal did could see it:
First they sat down and waited, not able to escape due to B.A.’s bad foot, and the fact that they were surrounded by soldiers and didn’t have any weapons.
Face just sat there, his eyes closed, humming. Hannibal’s mouth watered at the sight. He was tempted to ruffle through the now dry hair, which looked even more blonde at the moment, but he just couldn’t do a damn thing in that shed.
Then Face started to pace, looking out of the window every other minute, checking for the guard outside. Hannibal and B.A. exchanged meaningful glances and grins behind their companion’s back, both appreciating the inviting view of that clearly not flabby, but perfect body. But both having to restrict themselves. The guards outside looked in on them as much as Face looked out.
When his frustration grew, Face threw himself down beside Hannibal, leaning against the empty boxes instead of him. Teaching someone a lesson wasn’t as easy as it seemed sometimes. He sighed unconsciously. Hannibal patted his arm in response and they looked each other in the eye for several moments. Not moving, just staring. The tension in the air almost unbearable.
“Guards,” B.A. hissed and Face ripped his arm out of the Colonel’s grasp.
That’s when Hannibal states that they were in there already almost one hour and Face snaps at him.
It is a charade for the guards. Nothing else. Then everything happens very fast.
Of course Murdock and Amy come to their rescue.
Of course they overwhelm Decker and his soldiers and throw them into the shed.
Of course they also overtake Garber and his men.
It could never have gone wrong.
Another really nice little adventure as always.
But the tension is still in the air.
Amy just has to look at her friends to see it in their eyes. She knows what to do. Her team needs some time of privacy. So she takes their clients by the arms.
“I am starving and I’m inviting you. Let’s go and find something to eat. The boys won’t need us for a while…with the repair work,” she says cheerfully and winks at Face who gratefully grins back at her, following the other three down below the deck.
“One hour,” he mouths and Amy nods just as the clients start to protest and want to help.
“We’ll be back soon enough to help.” She ushers them away from the boat.
++
As soon as Face locks the door below the deck, he gets jumped by both Murdock and Hannibal. “Let’s get you out of that damn thing,” the Colonel pants into his ear and the Velcro on his left shoulder rips ever so slowly, torn open by Murdock with his teeth and accompanied by a wicked chuckle.
That rip means freedom and space and Face groans loudly. The thing had really grown uncomfortably tight, especially around his groin.
He feels hands sliding across his still covered ass, over his thighs, moving towards his front. “That was torture, flaunting that body of yours in my line of view all day long.” Hannibal’s voice sounds nothing but normal and Face grins between gasps. He, too, loves it when one of his plans comes together, even though it was hard to maintain that one at some points.
Murdock slides the suit off of his right shoulder, and his hands start to caress Face’s bare chest. Face can do nothing but grab both men’s hair while they peel the suit ever so slowly off him. Out of the corner of his eye he can see B.A., who has settled into the only armchair of the tiny room, leisurely unzipping his pants, foundling his balls and cock through his underwear. It is one of the big guy’s kinks to watch his team mates make out like that, taking care of himself while doing so.
Face pulls Murdock’s head towards him to kiss him feverishly while Hannibal gets down on his knees in front of them and inches the offending suit away from his young lover’s body.
“Had fun teaching me that lesson?” Hannibal growls, then bites Face’s thigh playfully.
“Ow!” Face yells and all three of them topple over onto the floor. The lieutenant gets hold of Hannibal’s jaw and starts to devour his mouth. It’s a hungry kiss, like he’s starving.
Hannibal gives back as good as he gets. When they have to break for air, Face remembers the question and teases, “Yes, Sir, it was fun to see your dick get trapped in your jeans like now…” Face opens Hannibal’s fly unceremoniously and rubs the heel of his hand across the Colonel’s growing erection, still hidden by his boxer shorts. Hannibal moans, bucking upwards for more friction.
“Too many damn clothes,” B.A. growls from his corner. Murdock adds, “Definitely,” helping Face to pull their leader’s way too tight jeans off. “You too, fool,” B.A. gasps.
“At your service, Sergeant,” Murdock salutes towards B.A. and starts to strip. Then he is all over B.A. within seconds, giving the big guy a blow job that makes B.A. see stars.
Hannibal wrestles Face to the ground, breathing into his mouth, “I’ll teach you a lesson, kid, about teaching your boss a lesson.” He rubs their still covered bulges together and Face whimpers, grabbing Hannibal’s open shirt and crushes their mouths together again. He doesn’t want to hear anything about lessons at the moment.
He knows he’ll always do what the boss wants or needs him to do, no matter how much he pretends to be complaining about it.
Face’s mobile fingers remove Hannibal’s underwear with one swift movement and his own as well. He gasps loudly when their erections finally press against each other without any restraining material.
“Yeah,” Hannibal sighs, “that’s way better, Temp.” He bends down and licks over Face’s chest in broad wet stripes, his tongue lingering on the younger man’s nipples, teasing and flicking.
“Fuck, boss!” Face almost comes from getting his nipples teased and Hannibal knows it. He holds himself up with one hand and clasps the other around their cocks, setting a slow pace. Face’s eyes become dark blue, almost black and the Colonel just wants to drown in them. Face puts his hand over Hannibal’s increasing the incredible friction. He manages to get his other hand between them and starts to roll Hannibal’s balls gently.
The older man has to rest his head against Face’s shoulder, breathing heavily, meeting the rhythm of his lover. Fast and faster, rubbing, pressing, finally kissing deeply again. Face seems to want to suck all of Hannibal’s tongue into his mouth. It’s mind blowing.
Face slides his thumb over Hannibal’s cock head, moaning when the boss mirrors his action, both starting to leak pre come. “Fuck, Temp.” Hannibal bites Face’s neck. “Nghhhhh!” Face only gives an inarticulate grunt, rutting up against his boss with such strength that Hannibal has to do nothing but simply shudder and come violently. Face makes small needy sounds, his body gleaming with sweat, and Hannibal again bends down to lick across the younger man’s biceps, something he’d wanted to do all day long. Oh, smooth skin and tight muscle!
And there is another body part Hannibal wants to lick.
“Bossss! Oh yeah…oh yes…ohhh gooood!” Face almost passes out when Hannibal finally sucks the younger man’s dick into his mouth. He comes instantly and the Colonel swallows greedily, feeling Face’s fingers on his scalp.
“What a beautiful sight,” Murdock whispers suddenly beside Face’s ear and they kiss hard while the boss sucks him dry. Then Hannibal moves and kisses Murdock, who licks his lips afterwards, loving the taste of Face’s juice on his tongue.
“You have to wear that short wet suit more often, babe,” Murdock states and starts to look for his clothes, “It drives Bossman out of his mind.” He suddenly starts to sing, hopping on one leg.
Hannibal throws one of his shoes in Murdock’s general direction and Face instantly starts to protest, “Only when we’re doing a job at the Bahamas or…” Hannibal cuts him off with another kiss, “Love you when you’re complaining.” Another kiss, “I know it’s all acting and you love all the jobs I’m giving you.”
How could the boss just look through him like that? Face wonders, but sated like he is right now, it doesn’t matter. And it never will. Probably all four of them could read the other like an open book.
Murdock helps a slightly dizzy B.A. up from his chair. His large fist had really taken very good care of Murdock’s aching dick a few minutes earlier. But now his meds seemed to be kicking in.
“Everybody got all clothes on?” The Colonel asks lowly. “They’re back.”
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