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crossover fic Phil Wenneck meets the A-Team P3
Title: Phil Wenneck meets the A-Team
Pairings: H/P, hints at BA/M
Rating: NC17
Part 2 http://delorita.livejournal.com/132422.html
“He loves you, you know.” Phil stroked his index finger across Hannibal’s forehead as the older man lay on the ground, head on Phil’s thigh, the teacher leaning back against a thick tree trunk. They were hiding out in the woods. It was near 2 am and both had sneaked out of their bedrooms, hoping no one would notice.
“I know, but he wants me as a father. He has a girlfriend, you know.” Hannibal sighed but then smiled up at the younger man, adoring his features in the moonlight, reaching out a hand to caress Phil’s stubble. “You did yell at each other, didn’t you?”
“Yes.” Phil traced Hannibal’s lips. “I don’t know how he knew that we’d slept together, must have read your mind or something. Anyway, he started yelling at me that I shouldn’t break your heart…”
“What?” Hannibal looked utterly surprised.
“Yeah. I told him that he already did that though…”
“Oh shit.”
“Well, it’s the truth isn’t it?”
Hannibal was up off the ground, pacing, searching for a cigar in his pocket and lighting it, inhaling deeply.
“I’m sorry, John,” Phil got to his feet. “This is going to be too fucking complicated…” He sighed and started to walk away, his heart sinking.
Why the fuck did he start this at all? He should have known Face would be very territorial, even though the Colonel wasn’t his lover.
“Phil, please don’t go.” Hannibal grabbed him by the shoulders and turned him around. “I just found you…” He took Phil’s face into his hands and kissed him as gently as he could. “I’ll talk to him.” Another kiss, a tender brushing of lips against lips. Phil had already grabbed the Colonel’s biceps, pulling him closer. He couldn’t resist the power of that man. He didn’t want to. And he also didn’t want to think days ahead, when he would be gone again…
“What about Stephanie? Will she suspect something?”
“No. I guess she thinks we are out somewhere, hunting.” Phil pulled the taller man’s head down and started to devour his mouth in earnest, rubbing their hard-on’s together and marvelling in the extraordinary feeling.
++
“Hey kid.” In the morning Hannibal found Face at the shore of the lake that bordered Phil’s property.
Face didn’t turn, tossed a stone as far as he could into the water. “Hey Boss.”
“You hiding?”
“Me? No, why should I?” Face looked at the Colonel through his lashes, studying the ragged profile.
“You look happy, Boss,” Face stated, trying to hold the emotion out of his voice.
Hannibal turned abruptly, chuckling, “I should have known that you of all people would see that.”
“You’re the most important person in my life, of course I would see a change like that.” Face tried to smile, but somehow he failed and looked away again. “I’m gonna lose you, aren’t I?” Face knew he sounded childish and totally clueless, but the fact that Hannibal and Phil slept together somehow had turned his world upside down. Even though he knew once they were out of there, everything would be back to normal…
“I thought Sosa was the most important person in your life, Face,” Hannibal exhaled a cloud of smoke into the morning air.
“She is…” Face paused, “after…after you.” He studied his bare feet in the sand intently.
“Oh fuck, kid. You make my head spin.” Hannibal took some gravel from the ground and tossed one after the other, further away than Face had. “When did that happen?”
“Well, fuck, Boss! You know what you are to me. You are my…my…”
“Father figure?”
“Fuck, yeah! Damn it.”
“So why can’t I sleep with Phil then?”
“Because he looks like me!”
“I don’t see the problem for you in that.”
“It’s fucking weird.”
“But you’ve known for years that I love you like that. That I live with you anyway, work with you every fucking day, knowing I can’t have it, rather having you as a friend or a…a son, than not at all. And Phil…he’s… God, he’s a gift from heaven…” Hannibal fell silent, feeling totally awkward. So much emotional talk in a few days wasn’t his thing either.
“We’re fucked, Boss.”
Hannibal only sighed, not knowing what else to say.
“Because… you know what I see comin’? When we’re out of here, when we’re going on missions again, you’d want me to be him…” Face shook his head, throwing the last of his stones even further than Hannibal had and turned, walking away. “Oh fucking screw this shit.” he muttered under his breath.
Hannibal kept staring across the water.
++
On the third day of their visit, Alan’s family came over, and they had a big party with lots of dancing and laughter. Alan and Phil told the A-Team why they’d been in Vegas in the first place and how weird their first trip had been. They came to the decision to never set foot into Vegas again.
Alan kept darting glances at Face, shaking his head, looking again until Murdock bumped him and said, “Ever heard of identical twins?” that earned him another outburst of laughter.
The next day Face and Phil finally found some time to get to know each other a bit without shouting. While Phil Junior begged Hannibal, Murdock and BA to have yet another soccer match, the twins were dismissed by him. “Dad, you and Face can talk, but I want to know everything about my uncle from you when they’re gone again. So I can write him emails and ask more questions. Because I want to become a soldier, too!” Phil had saluted him and answered, “Yes, Sir.” And so had Face.
At first they sat there in silence for a while, until Face just had to ask, “Were you adopted?”
Phil nodded, taking a deep breath, “When I was four. I’ve had the best parents I could imagine. They’re dead now, though.” He swept the back of his hand across his eyes. “They were both teachers, so…”
“You’ve become a teacher too,” Face mused. “You like it?”
Phil chuckled a bit, “Sometimes, sometimes not so much.” For a moment he watched Face’s team and his boy fighting for the ball, his heart always hammering in his throat at the sight of John, the grey wolf.
“I’ve never had parents,” Face admitted lowly, “Just…orphanages…the church…”
“Shit.”
“Yeah.”
Face sipped thoughtfully on his third mug of coffee. “That’s why I’m so fond of him,” he gestured towards Hannibal. “We met when I was about to get thrown out of the army after only three years. Dishonourably discharged…” another sip, “I was twenty.”
“Oh.” Phil took a closer look at his brother, taking in the muscular body, the Ranger tattoo which was now visible because of his sleeveless shirt, the tanned skin. It occurred to him for the very first time consciously, that they must have a hell of a dangerous job. “What did he do?”
“He was already legendary in making good soldiers out of the…the lost cases…” Face cleared his throat, “so as a last chance, I got orders to be under his command for six months. If I wouldn’t change…” Face smiled at the fact that Hannibal and Phil Junior had just tricked BA and scored again. 3:1 for them against the pilot and the big guy.
“Anyway, it somehow instantly clicked between us. I had no trouble in following his orders at all because he let me have an input. I didn’t feel the need to challenge him. His training sessions always felt like missions from the start, and for the first time in my life I had fun at doing something, and doing something right…We could…that mind reading thing, it almost happened from the start. We never had to speak much. He always seemed to know what I was thinking, and the other way round.”
Again Phil had his eyes on Face as he was speaking. He started to understand how deep his bond with John was. But he wasn’t angry anymore.
“At one point…” Face remembered, “I…I noticed that he felt something else for me than friendship. I was shocked at first, because I knew I never could turn gay. I love women way too much. But we had a talk back then and agreed on continuing our relationship as before. CO and XO, kinda like father and son, best friends…Fuck, I didn’t know it’d be so hard on him. Shit.”
“You really do love him,” Phil sighed. “We need a plan, Templeton. This is going to be much more complicated for him now than it was before. I…I’m sorry for stumbling into your lives…” Phil stood and got them both cold beers from the fridge.
“Fuck. I have no idea what to do. I can’t…I can’t lose him,” he admitted under his breath.
“Tell me about the other two. You seem to like them very much too.” Phil had to change the subject and Face was grateful for it.
“Oh those two are just as crazy as we are. Especially Murdock, our pilot. He’s the brother I never had…before.” He squinted against the sun. The soccer game was finished and all four of them lay in the grass now observing clouds, so it seemed from afar.
“We met them a few years ago. And as determined as Hannibal was to have me on his team, he was just as determined about them.”
There was silence between them again for a while until Phil looked at his watch, “Steph will be back soon…I don’t…I mean my life is here, though. You won’t…” he swallowed hard, “You won’t lose him because of me.”
“I think…I think time will tell,” Face said dryly.
“You… you want us to stay in contact anyway?” Phil sounded sad, rolling the empty can between his hands.
“Are you kidding?” Face looked at him surprised, “I just found a real brother, a twin at that and you think I don’t want to stay in contact?”
“Well…”
“Besides, your son has emphatically stated that he wants emails from me,” Face laughed lowly.
That’s when everybody chose to join them on the veranda. Phil Junior jumping onto Face’s lap, “We won Uncle Face! BA is just such a lousy keeper.” Murdock snickered at that and got a gentle hit on the head from the big guy.
“So did the brothers decide when our next meeting will be?” Hannibal asked cheerfully, innocently, lifting the boy up and swirling him around in the air, which made him flail his arms and laugh loudly, yelling “I want to be a pilot like Murdock!”
Stephanie came back from work in this moment, loving the sound of happy people in her home. “Hey Philly, looks like you’ve found not only one uncle but four?” she greeted her son, ruffling his air. “Oh mum they are so cool! I won with the Colonel against the Captain and the Corporal…” He clearly loved to use all those ranks and it made the soldiers laugh with joy.
Face and Phil exchanged glances. They just couldn’t mess this up.
++
Their departure was awkward. While Face and Phil were allowed to hug, Hannibal certainly couldn’t hug Phil in front of his wife. They weren’t supposed to know each other that well. So they shook hands, exchanged polite smiles.
They’d had their proper good bye the night before. Long, slow, gentle love making, mapping each body part of the other with their tongues and lips, savouring each smile, each sigh so they wouldn’t forget. A few bitter sweet hours.
“We’ll stay in contact,” Hannibal had murmured into Phil’s ear.
“Promise?” Phil sounded doubtful.
“Promise.” The Colonel stared into the blue orbs, making the man beneath him believe what he said. “I think I can’t be without this anymore, babe.” And he fastened his lips against Phil’s neck, leaving a mark he’d have trouble to explain to his wife. But Phil enjoyed it anyway.
“You’ll hear from me or well, I’ll just stand on your porch…”
“Oh fuck, John, I don’t know how I’ll survive without you,” Phil sighed, stroking his hands up the Colonel’s back and into his hair, then down again until he lingered on the firm, nude ass cheeks. “I mean, I do love my wife, but this…” He wrapped his legs around Hannibal’s waist, “I think I’m already addicted to your power, Colonel.” He buried his nose into Hannibal’s neck and held on for dear life, arms encircling the hard body above him, their erections growing again from the body heat and pressure.
“I’ll miss you, too.” Hannibal had trouble speaking, and just pressed the pliant body fiercely against him.
He needed a plan.
++
For Face everything was going well once they were back to their day to day routine. The missions weren’t too complicated for a change. No one was injured or captured. The Boss and him were back to their old selves (or so it seemed to him). Half of his free time he spent in bed with Charissa, the other half he hung around with the team, just being lazy. Two times a week all four of them composed big reports to little Phil, some things invented and some true. He always answered very enthusiastically and begged for more information.
Hannibal didn’t feel well at all.
He ached.
While he was very calm and his usual laid back self on the outside, making plans, fighting the enemies along with his team, enjoying the job, his private self yearned for the intimate contact he had with Phil. They’d only had three nights but it was enough to make his body react to Face in the same way. He’d learned to suppress all that over the years, but since Phil his body throbbed like an open wound for his young XO.
Face, luckily, was oblivious to it.
And so the Colonel used every moment of spare time he had to fly down to visit the teacher. Or Phil invented excuses about conferences that he had to attend to come up. Or they met in the middle. Usually once a month. If possible more often.
They were desperate, needy, almost never made it to the beds of the hotel rooms, fell over each other as soon as the doors were locked behind them. Their bodies were demanding, mouths, lips, hands hastily exploring the too sensitive flesh, too rough, too fast. The heat almost scorching them.
Once they ended up right on the carpet in the entry hall of Phil’s house, when no one was there, sucking each other’s cock’s frantically, pants barely down.
One other time, Hannibal fucked Phil up against a tree, when they met in the middle of nowhere.
It was like their bodies were on fire the whole time, craving, longing, almost sick from withdrawal.
Around Halloween, Hannibal’s rational thinking brain paid them a visit and he whispered into Phil’s ear, “We can’t go on like this. The boys are starting to ask questions. They’re suspicious that something’s going on…”
“I know. Temp emailed me, asked me if I knew something,” he sighed.
“Oh shit.”
“He’s smart, John.”
“Of course he is.” Hannibal laughed a little about the odd statement. “But he’s still with her.”
“I figured that much, otherwise you wouldn’t…”
“Don’t!” Hannibal kissed Phil fiercely to silence him, then he said, stroking through Phil’s curls in affection, “We’ve made an even bigger mess now, Phil. Before…” He closed his eyes, shocked at how clear this thought suddenly came to him. “Before I only was in love with him…now…” He saw the odd look in Phil’s eyes, “I think now I’m in love with you, too…” When Phil tried to say something he cut him off, “…I got to know you. It has nothing to do with the fact that you look like him. Not anymore. I know that you two are very different people. And that’s, that’s the point. Fuck.” He let his head fall onto Phil’s chest and breathed harshly, clueless.
Phil inhaled several times, feeling the need to get up and pace, but Hannibal’s heavy weight kept him pinned to the bed. After several moments he choked out, “…in love with me?”
“Yeah.”
They looked each other in the eyes, then the gap between them closed and they kissed so gently, in a way they hadn’t since they first met.
An eternity later Phil murmured, “Murdock says you always have a plan for everything.”
Hannibal rolled onto his back, covered his eyes with his arm, groaning, “Probably not for my own private life.”
Phil turned and leaned over, started to shower Hannibal’s smooth stomach with tiny kisses. “I feel honoured, Colonel.” His hand stroked Hannibal’s thigh firmly, and the colonel’s dick twitched with interest. Phil licked across the drawn up balls, took each in his mouth in turn and the soldier moaned, completely lost to the feeling.
Phil just didn’t want to think. Having sex was so much easier for the moment.
+++
“Where have you been, Boss?” Face greeted the Colonel one evening in November when they had one of their team nights in his apartment.
“You think we’re dumb or something, Bossman?” Murdock added accusingly.
“What?” Hannibal looked at the two of them with utter disbelief.
“You’ve been away a lot lately, thinking we won’t notice.” BA, for once, was on the same page with the other two, a deep frown creasing his forehead.
“So what’s up, Boss?” Face captured the Colonel’s glance with his, willing him to not look away. “You kept telling me not to lie to you, but what you’re doing lately isn’t any better.”
Hannibal fell heavily onto the sofa, grateful that Sosa wasn’t with them for a change. He studied his three boys silently, wondering how to answer. He’d suspected that they’d notice, but his starving body had betrayed his sharp mind and he had dismissed the fact.
“Are we not trustworthy enough for you anymore?” Face sat down opposite him, stretching his long legs in front of him, ripped jeans revealing a bit of skin on his thigh. Taut muscles on his torso played beneath the worn out, skin tight, long sleeved shirt he was wearing. Hair still wet from his shower.
All Hannibal could think about was how to cover that delicious body with his, how the strong muscles would feel beneath his hands, if Face’s cock would feel different than Phil’s in his mouth. How it would feel…would feel inside of him…
Fuck.
The Boss had to look away. Face was straight.
A sad smile appeared on Hannibal’s face. How best to torture one self, Hannibal thought bitterly.
He wordlessly stood and left the room.
The three men under his command looked puzzled at each other, Face shaking his head frustrated.
After a while, Murdock tapped hesitantly on the door of the bedroom the Boss had disappeared into. “Bossman, are you alright? You can tell us, you know. That’s what friends are for…you know what that is, a friend, Bossman?” Murdock had to rethink his words. “I mean, not just a colleague or a soldier under your command, but a man you can talk to, you know?”
Face unconsciously held his breath. He loved Murdock for this. He, himself, was totally out of his depth with the Colonel’s reaction to his question. He covered his face with his hands and breathed in and out slowly. He thought he knew the Boss better than any other person. Apparently he didn’t.
Without an answer, Hannibal came out again and Murdock jumped away from the door. The Colonel walked over to the cupboard, took out a glass and poured himself a whiskey, downed it in one go.
“I appreciate your concern, HM.” He sat down on the couch again, sounding worn out and totally exhausted. “I just don’t want to talk about it.” He switched the TV on. “And as you should know from work, I consider all three of you very trustworthy.”
Face exchanged a glance with his two team mates, shrugging his shoulders. Murdock sighed and BA stroked over his mohawk thoughtfully. He got them three glasses of whiskey, too. Beer seemed to be too light for this evening.
Face let himself fall onto the floor, sitting right beside Hannibal’s legs, his favourite position while watching TV.
One hour into the movie when he’d leaned his head against the seat slightly, Face felt fingers very lightly stroking through his hair. He held his breath. But as soon as he felt them they were gone just as fast and he heard Hannibal sigh behind him.
This time it was Face who had to get out of the room. He took another glass of whiskey and stayed out on the balcony. Thoughts whirling.
After maybe ten minutes the Boss joined him. “Sorry, kid,” he only said.
“No, Boss, it’s okay,” he answered, staring out in the night.
Hannibal stood beside him, appropriate space between them.
“Charissa left,” Face said out of the blue.
“Oh.” Hannibal didn’t know what else to say.
“She just disappeared. Haven’t seen her for three weeks…” He gulped the rest of his whiskey down. “She’s at work though…”
“I’m sorry, kid.” Hannibal sounded full of concern.
“So, since we’re free next weekend, I’ve invited Phil over, as he’s in the city anyway.” Face jumped when the Boss suddenly choked on his whiskey resulting in a coughing fit. He clapped Hannibal on the back several times until he was able to breathe again. Face grinned inwardly, so he was right with his suspicions. The two of them met secretly.
Hannibal turned and wanted to walk away again, but Face held him by the arm, “Listen to me, Boss, please?” He didn’t let go. “I have no problem with you two making out, you know. If it makes you feel better…” His voice was at the lowest point, so hard to talk about things like this. “You know you can be open with us about something like that. The only people we should be careful about are Phil’s family, don’t you think?”
“I’m…Temp, he’s…” Hannibal wrenched his arm from Face but didn’t leave. He scrubbed both hands across his face several times, as though to make himself wake up.
When he looked at Face again, he lifted his hand towards his XO but then let it fall down, shaking his head and turned away, eyes wandering across the city below them. “I think I’ve fallen in love with your brother...too,” he admitted hesitantly.
on to Part 4 http://delorita.livejournal.com/132967.html
Pairings: H/P, hints at BA/M
Rating: NC17
Part 2 http://delorita.livejournal.com/132422.html
“He loves you, you know.” Phil stroked his index finger across Hannibal’s forehead as the older man lay on the ground, head on Phil’s thigh, the teacher leaning back against a thick tree trunk. They were hiding out in the woods. It was near 2 am and both had sneaked out of their bedrooms, hoping no one would notice.
“I know, but he wants me as a father. He has a girlfriend, you know.” Hannibal sighed but then smiled up at the younger man, adoring his features in the moonlight, reaching out a hand to caress Phil’s stubble. “You did yell at each other, didn’t you?”
“Yes.” Phil traced Hannibal’s lips. “I don’t know how he knew that we’d slept together, must have read your mind or something. Anyway, he started yelling at me that I shouldn’t break your heart…”
“What?” Hannibal looked utterly surprised.
“Yeah. I told him that he already did that though…”
“Oh shit.”
“Well, it’s the truth isn’t it?”
Hannibal was up off the ground, pacing, searching for a cigar in his pocket and lighting it, inhaling deeply.
“I’m sorry, John,” Phil got to his feet. “This is going to be too fucking complicated…” He sighed and started to walk away, his heart sinking.
Why the fuck did he start this at all? He should have known Face would be very territorial, even though the Colonel wasn’t his lover.
“Phil, please don’t go.” Hannibal grabbed him by the shoulders and turned him around. “I just found you…” He took Phil’s face into his hands and kissed him as gently as he could. “I’ll talk to him.” Another kiss, a tender brushing of lips against lips. Phil had already grabbed the Colonel’s biceps, pulling him closer. He couldn’t resist the power of that man. He didn’t want to. And he also didn’t want to think days ahead, when he would be gone again…
“What about Stephanie? Will she suspect something?”
“No. I guess she thinks we are out somewhere, hunting.” Phil pulled the taller man’s head down and started to devour his mouth in earnest, rubbing their hard-on’s together and marvelling in the extraordinary feeling.
++
“Hey kid.” In the morning Hannibal found Face at the shore of the lake that bordered Phil’s property.
Face didn’t turn, tossed a stone as far as he could into the water. “Hey Boss.”
“You hiding?”
“Me? No, why should I?” Face looked at the Colonel through his lashes, studying the ragged profile.
“You look happy, Boss,” Face stated, trying to hold the emotion out of his voice.
Hannibal turned abruptly, chuckling, “I should have known that you of all people would see that.”
“You’re the most important person in my life, of course I would see a change like that.” Face tried to smile, but somehow he failed and looked away again. “I’m gonna lose you, aren’t I?” Face knew he sounded childish and totally clueless, but the fact that Hannibal and Phil slept together somehow had turned his world upside down. Even though he knew once they were out of there, everything would be back to normal…
“I thought Sosa was the most important person in your life, Face,” Hannibal exhaled a cloud of smoke into the morning air.
“She is…” Face paused, “after…after you.” He studied his bare feet in the sand intently.
“Oh fuck, kid. You make my head spin.” Hannibal took some gravel from the ground and tossed one after the other, further away than Face had. “When did that happen?”
“Well, fuck, Boss! You know what you are to me. You are my…my…”
“Father figure?”
“Fuck, yeah! Damn it.”
“So why can’t I sleep with Phil then?”
“Because he looks like me!”
“I don’t see the problem for you in that.”
“It’s fucking weird.”
“But you’ve known for years that I love you like that. That I live with you anyway, work with you every fucking day, knowing I can’t have it, rather having you as a friend or a…a son, than not at all. And Phil…he’s… God, he’s a gift from heaven…” Hannibal fell silent, feeling totally awkward. So much emotional talk in a few days wasn’t his thing either.
“We’re fucked, Boss.”
Hannibal only sighed, not knowing what else to say.
“Because… you know what I see comin’? When we’re out of here, when we’re going on missions again, you’d want me to be him…” Face shook his head, throwing the last of his stones even further than Hannibal had and turned, walking away. “Oh fucking screw this shit.” he muttered under his breath.
Hannibal kept staring across the water.
++
On the third day of their visit, Alan’s family came over, and they had a big party with lots of dancing and laughter. Alan and Phil told the A-Team why they’d been in Vegas in the first place and how weird their first trip had been. They came to the decision to never set foot into Vegas again.
Alan kept darting glances at Face, shaking his head, looking again until Murdock bumped him and said, “Ever heard of identical twins?” that earned him another outburst of laughter.
The next day Face and Phil finally found some time to get to know each other a bit without shouting. While Phil Junior begged Hannibal, Murdock and BA to have yet another soccer match, the twins were dismissed by him. “Dad, you and Face can talk, but I want to know everything about my uncle from you when they’re gone again. So I can write him emails and ask more questions. Because I want to become a soldier, too!” Phil had saluted him and answered, “Yes, Sir.” And so had Face.
At first they sat there in silence for a while, until Face just had to ask, “Were you adopted?”
Phil nodded, taking a deep breath, “When I was four. I’ve had the best parents I could imagine. They’re dead now, though.” He swept the back of his hand across his eyes. “They were both teachers, so…”
“You’ve become a teacher too,” Face mused. “You like it?”
Phil chuckled a bit, “Sometimes, sometimes not so much.” For a moment he watched Face’s team and his boy fighting for the ball, his heart always hammering in his throat at the sight of John, the grey wolf.
“I’ve never had parents,” Face admitted lowly, “Just…orphanages…the church…”
“Shit.”
“Yeah.”
Face sipped thoughtfully on his third mug of coffee. “That’s why I’m so fond of him,” he gestured towards Hannibal. “We met when I was about to get thrown out of the army after only three years. Dishonourably discharged…” another sip, “I was twenty.”
“Oh.” Phil took a closer look at his brother, taking in the muscular body, the Ranger tattoo which was now visible because of his sleeveless shirt, the tanned skin. It occurred to him for the very first time consciously, that they must have a hell of a dangerous job. “What did he do?”
“He was already legendary in making good soldiers out of the…the lost cases…” Face cleared his throat, “so as a last chance, I got orders to be under his command for six months. If I wouldn’t change…” Face smiled at the fact that Hannibal and Phil Junior had just tricked BA and scored again. 3:1 for them against the pilot and the big guy.
“Anyway, it somehow instantly clicked between us. I had no trouble in following his orders at all because he let me have an input. I didn’t feel the need to challenge him. His training sessions always felt like missions from the start, and for the first time in my life I had fun at doing something, and doing something right…We could…that mind reading thing, it almost happened from the start. We never had to speak much. He always seemed to know what I was thinking, and the other way round.”
Again Phil had his eyes on Face as he was speaking. He started to understand how deep his bond with John was. But he wasn’t angry anymore.
“At one point…” Face remembered, “I…I noticed that he felt something else for me than friendship. I was shocked at first, because I knew I never could turn gay. I love women way too much. But we had a talk back then and agreed on continuing our relationship as before. CO and XO, kinda like father and son, best friends…Fuck, I didn’t know it’d be so hard on him. Shit.”
“You really do love him,” Phil sighed. “We need a plan, Templeton. This is going to be much more complicated for him now than it was before. I…I’m sorry for stumbling into your lives…” Phil stood and got them both cold beers from the fridge.
“Fuck. I have no idea what to do. I can’t…I can’t lose him,” he admitted under his breath.
“Tell me about the other two. You seem to like them very much too.” Phil had to change the subject and Face was grateful for it.
“Oh those two are just as crazy as we are. Especially Murdock, our pilot. He’s the brother I never had…before.” He squinted against the sun. The soccer game was finished and all four of them lay in the grass now observing clouds, so it seemed from afar.
“We met them a few years ago. And as determined as Hannibal was to have me on his team, he was just as determined about them.”
There was silence between them again for a while until Phil looked at his watch, “Steph will be back soon…I don’t…I mean my life is here, though. You won’t…” he swallowed hard, “You won’t lose him because of me.”
“I think…I think time will tell,” Face said dryly.
“You… you want us to stay in contact anyway?” Phil sounded sad, rolling the empty can between his hands.
“Are you kidding?” Face looked at him surprised, “I just found a real brother, a twin at that and you think I don’t want to stay in contact?”
“Well…”
“Besides, your son has emphatically stated that he wants emails from me,” Face laughed lowly.
That’s when everybody chose to join them on the veranda. Phil Junior jumping onto Face’s lap, “We won Uncle Face! BA is just such a lousy keeper.” Murdock snickered at that and got a gentle hit on the head from the big guy.
“So did the brothers decide when our next meeting will be?” Hannibal asked cheerfully, innocently, lifting the boy up and swirling him around in the air, which made him flail his arms and laugh loudly, yelling “I want to be a pilot like Murdock!”
Stephanie came back from work in this moment, loving the sound of happy people in her home. “Hey Philly, looks like you’ve found not only one uncle but four?” she greeted her son, ruffling his air. “Oh mum they are so cool! I won with the Colonel against the Captain and the Corporal…” He clearly loved to use all those ranks and it made the soldiers laugh with joy.
Face and Phil exchanged glances. They just couldn’t mess this up.
++
Their departure was awkward. While Face and Phil were allowed to hug, Hannibal certainly couldn’t hug Phil in front of his wife. They weren’t supposed to know each other that well. So they shook hands, exchanged polite smiles.
They’d had their proper good bye the night before. Long, slow, gentle love making, mapping each body part of the other with their tongues and lips, savouring each smile, each sigh so they wouldn’t forget. A few bitter sweet hours.
“We’ll stay in contact,” Hannibal had murmured into Phil’s ear.
“Promise?” Phil sounded doubtful.
“Promise.” The Colonel stared into the blue orbs, making the man beneath him believe what he said. “I think I can’t be without this anymore, babe.” And he fastened his lips against Phil’s neck, leaving a mark he’d have trouble to explain to his wife. But Phil enjoyed it anyway.
“You’ll hear from me or well, I’ll just stand on your porch…”
“Oh fuck, John, I don’t know how I’ll survive without you,” Phil sighed, stroking his hands up the Colonel’s back and into his hair, then down again until he lingered on the firm, nude ass cheeks. “I mean, I do love my wife, but this…” He wrapped his legs around Hannibal’s waist, “I think I’m already addicted to your power, Colonel.” He buried his nose into Hannibal’s neck and held on for dear life, arms encircling the hard body above him, their erections growing again from the body heat and pressure.
“I’ll miss you, too.” Hannibal had trouble speaking, and just pressed the pliant body fiercely against him.
He needed a plan.
++
For Face everything was going well once they were back to their day to day routine. The missions weren’t too complicated for a change. No one was injured or captured. The Boss and him were back to their old selves (or so it seemed to him). Half of his free time he spent in bed with Charissa, the other half he hung around with the team, just being lazy. Two times a week all four of them composed big reports to little Phil, some things invented and some true. He always answered very enthusiastically and begged for more information.
Hannibal didn’t feel well at all.
He ached.
While he was very calm and his usual laid back self on the outside, making plans, fighting the enemies along with his team, enjoying the job, his private self yearned for the intimate contact he had with Phil. They’d only had three nights but it was enough to make his body react to Face in the same way. He’d learned to suppress all that over the years, but since Phil his body throbbed like an open wound for his young XO.
Face, luckily, was oblivious to it.
And so the Colonel used every moment of spare time he had to fly down to visit the teacher. Or Phil invented excuses about conferences that he had to attend to come up. Or they met in the middle. Usually once a month. If possible more often.
They were desperate, needy, almost never made it to the beds of the hotel rooms, fell over each other as soon as the doors were locked behind them. Their bodies were demanding, mouths, lips, hands hastily exploring the too sensitive flesh, too rough, too fast. The heat almost scorching them.
Once they ended up right on the carpet in the entry hall of Phil’s house, when no one was there, sucking each other’s cock’s frantically, pants barely down.
One other time, Hannibal fucked Phil up against a tree, when they met in the middle of nowhere.
It was like their bodies were on fire the whole time, craving, longing, almost sick from withdrawal.
Around Halloween, Hannibal’s rational thinking brain paid them a visit and he whispered into Phil’s ear, “We can’t go on like this. The boys are starting to ask questions. They’re suspicious that something’s going on…”
“I know. Temp emailed me, asked me if I knew something,” he sighed.
“Oh shit.”
“He’s smart, John.”
“Of course he is.” Hannibal laughed a little about the odd statement. “But he’s still with her.”
“I figured that much, otherwise you wouldn’t…”
“Don’t!” Hannibal kissed Phil fiercely to silence him, then he said, stroking through Phil’s curls in affection, “We’ve made an even bigger mess now, Phil. Before…” He closed his eyes, shocked at how clear this thought suddenly came to him. “Before I only was in love with him…now…” He saw the odd look in Phil’s eyes, “I think now I’m in love with you, too…” When Phil tried to say something he cut him off, “…I got to know you. It has nothing to do with the fact that you look like him. Not anymore. I know that you two are very different people. And that’s, that’s the point. Fuck.” He let his head fall onto Phil’s chest and breathed harshly, clueless.
Phil inhaled several times, feeling the need to get up and pace, but Hannibal’s heavy weight kept him pinned to the bed. After several moments he choked out, “…in love with me?”
“Yeah.”
They looked each other in the eyes, then the gap between them closed and they kissed so gently, in a way they hadn’t since they first met.
An eternity later Phil murmured, “Murdock says you always have a plan for everything.”
Hannibal rolled onto his back, covered his eyes with his arm, groaning, “Probably not for my own private life.”
Phil turned and leaned over, started to shower Hannibal’s smooth stomach with tiny kisses. “I feel honoured, Colonel.” His hand stroked Hannibal’s thigh firmly, and the colonel’s dick twitched with interest. Phil licked across the drawn up balls, took each in his mouth in turn and the soldier moaned, completely lost to the feeling.
Phil just didn’t want to think. Having sex was so much easier for the moment.
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“Where have you been, Boss?” Face greeted the Colonel one evening in November when they had one of their team nights in his apartment.
“You think we’re dumb or something, Bossman?” Murdock added accusingly.
“What?” Hannibal looked at the two of them with utter disbelief.
“You’ve been away a lot lately, thinking we won’t notice.” BA, for once, was on the same page with the other two, a deep frown creasing his forehead.
“So what’s up, Boss?” Face captured the Colonel’s glance with his, willing him to not look away. “You kept telling me not to lie to you, but what you’re doing lately isn’t any better.”
Hannibal fell heavily onto the sofa, grateful that Sosa wasn’t with them for a change. He studied his three boys silently, wondering how to answer. He’d suspected that they’d notice, but his starving body had betrayed his sharp mind and he had dismissed the fact.
“Are we not trustworthy enough for you anymore?” Face sat down opposite him, stretching his long legs in front of him, ripped jeans revealing a bit of skin on his thigh. Taut muscles on his torso played beneath the worn out, skin tight, long sleeved shirt he was wearing. Hair still wet from his shower.
All Hannibal could think about was how to cover that delicious body with his, how the strong muscles would feel beneath his hands, if Face’s cock would feel different than Phil’s in his mouth. How it would feel…would feel inside of him…
Fuck.
The Boss had to look away. Face was straight.
A sad smile appeared on Hannibal’s face. How best to torture one self, Hannibal thought bitterly.
He wordlessly stood and left the room.
The three men under his command looked puzzled at each other, Face shaking his head frustrated.
After a while, Murdock tapped hesitantly on the door of the bedroom the Boss had disappeared into. “Bossman, are you alright? You can tell us, you know. That’s what friends are for…you know what that is, a friend, Bossman?” Murdock had to rethink his words. “I mean, not just a colleague or a soldier under your command, but a man you can talk to, you know?”
Face unconsciously held his breath. He loved Murdock for this. He, himself, was totally out of his depth with the Colonel’s reaction to his question. He covered his face with his hands and breathed in and out slowly. He thought he knew the Boss better than any other person. Apparently he didn’t.
Without an answer, Hannibal came out again and Murdock jumped away from the door. The Colonel walked over to the cupboard, took out a glass and poured himself a whiskey, downed it in one go.
“I appreciate your concern, HM.” He sat down on the couch again, sounding worn out and totally exhausted. “I just don’t want to talk about it.” He switched the TV on. “And as you should know from work, I consider all three of you very trustworthy.”
Face exchanged a glance with his two team mates, shrugging his shoulders. Murdock sighed and BA stroked over his mohawk thoughtfully. He got them three glasses of whiskey, too. Beer seemed to be too light for this evening.
Face let himself fall onto the floor, sitting right beside Hannibal’s legs, his favourite position while watching TV.
One hour into the movie when he’d leaned his head against the seat slightly, Face felt fingers very lightly stroking through his hair. He held his breath. But as soon as he felt them they were gone just as fast and he heard Hannibal sigh behind him.
This time it was Face who had to get out of the room. He took another glass of whiskey and stayed out on the balcony. Thoughts whirling.
After maybe ten minutes the Boss joined him. “Sorry, kid,” he only said.
“No, Boss, it’s okay,” he answered, staring out in the night.
Hannibal stood beside him, appropriate space between them.
“Charissa left,” Face said out of the blue.
“Oh.” Hannibal didn’t know what else to say.
“She just disappeared. Haven’t seen her for three weeks…” He gulped the rest of his whiskey down. “She’s at work though…”
“I’m sorry, kid.” Hannibal sounded full of concern.
“So, since we’re free next weekend, I’ve invited Phil over, as he’s in the city anyway.” Face jumped when the Boss suddenly choked on his whiskey resulting in a coughing fit. He clapped Hannibal on the back several times until he was able to breathe again. Face grinned inwardly, so he was right with his suspicions. The two of them met secretly.
Hannibal turned and wanted to walk away again, but Face held him by the arm, “Listen to me, Boss, please?” He didn’t let go. “I have no problem with you two making out, you know. If it makes you feel better…” His voice was at the lowest point, so hard to talk about things like this. “You know you can be open with us about something like that. The only people we should be careful about are Phil’s family, don’t you think?”
“I’m…Temp, he’s…” Hannibal wrenched his arm from Face but didn’t leave. He scrubbed both hands across his face several times, as though to make himself wake up.
When he looked at Face again, he lifted his hand towards his XO but then let it fall down, shaking his head and turned away, eyes wandering across the city below them. “I think I’ve fallen in love with your brother...too,” he admitted hesitantly.
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