FIC: Prove It, Part 2 (F/M, slight implied F/H)
Title: Prove It
Rating: R
Genre: Humour, smut
Fandom: A-Team movieverse
Warnings: Language, slash, sex
Summary: For a prompt on A-Team Prompts: Face wants to help Murdock get laid. Murdock shows him that he needs no help in that department, thankyouverymuch.
(PART ONE)
Before he realised what was happening, Face was naked.
Seriously.
He’d lost clothes in the heat of passion before, but never like this. Never without realising AT ALL what was going on. Murdock, the multitasking, infuriating little shit, was somehow able to strip his clothes - even his boxers, for fuck’s sake! - while Face was busy processing other things.
All he could remember were the sensations. Face was responsive and easily lost himself in the moment when it came to sex, he knew that. He didn’t care. It was mildly disconcerting, though, to realise that he was not only handcuffed to his best friend’s bed, but handcuffed naked.
Oh well. In for a penny...
Murdock had done something to his nipples - not quite a suck, not quite a bite - that made him arch off the bed. Socks or pants could have been removed then, Face supposed.
And the whispering in his ear, that just wasn’t fair.
“You think you’re a closed book, Facey?” Murdock had growled in his ear, unzipping his pants (That’s when it happened! shouted Face’s memory triumphantly) and rubbing Face’s cock with the back of his knuckles through underwear fabric. “You think I can’t see what you want?” That giggle again, the giggle that Face knew he’d never be able to hear again without getting a raging hard on.
“You want me to pin you down. You want me to do things to you, things you want but can’t ask for. You need to be dominated.” A sharp nip to his earlobe had accompanied that one, and his cock had been pulled free. Murdock’s voice was low and rough like Face had never heard it before.
“No one can ever give you what you want, can they, Facey? It’s never enough. Those women you go home with couldn’t possess you like you need it. They couldn’t pin you with one arm and make you beg, hold your hips to the mattress so you can’t move and suck your cock as slow as they like, tasting every vein, feeling every pulse with their tongue as they swallow around you.”
Face had gasped, because Murdock really gripped his cock for the first time then, expertly twisting his wrist, thumbing the slit, smearing pre-cum and leaving Face trembling. His memory vaguely pointed out that, by this point, his pants at least had to have disappeared.
Murdock moved to his other ear then, scratching a nipple softly with his free hand and eliciting a shuddering gasp from Face in response. His breath was hot in Face’s ear and the vibrations of his voice shot straight to Face’s cock. Every word was a pulse, and every pulse was another squeeze from his friend’s callused, firm grip. Face had never felt so connected to someone he wasn’t inside of - or who wasn’t inside of him.
“I know you, Faceman.” And he did, that’s why this was so- That’s how he could- Fucker. Oh god. Do that again. “I know you want to be taken by someone who can’t get enough of you, who needs you like you need them to.” He’d ground down on Face then, not just with his crotch but with his whole body. Murdock’s jeans rasped at Face’s legs and cock, his chest pressed to Face’s own. “I can take you.” Face groaned, hips trying desperately to stutter upwards for friction as Murdock held him still.
The pilot’s voice, impossibly, had dropped even lower then; a gravelly growl in Face’s ear that echoed something familiar. “Hannibal could take you.”
Face’s hips bucked so hard that Murdock was nearly thrown off the bed. The pilot laughed softly, but not at Face. Murdock never laughed at Face.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he’d muttered, grinding down again and scraping his teeth down Face’s neck. “But you know that don’t you?” The teasing tone was back, but it wasn’t unkind.
Face twisted his head, landing a sloppy kiss in Murdock’s hair before the other man pulled away.
“Ah ah,” he chided lightly, slapping Face again and flicking his nipple in what Face figured was supposed to be reproach, but the surge of arousal he felt certainly didn’t feel like a punishment. “Bad Facey. No touching.” He pulled back and gave Face a half-smile, eyes bright from alcohol and dilated with lust. “I’m the one with something to prove here, remember? This is my show.”
“Yes sir.” Face’s tone wasn’t quite bratty, but there was a hint of a shark in his smile.
Murdock made a choked, pleased sound and rubbed his own crotch with the heel of his palm. “Cheeky little whelp, aren’t ye?” he murmured in a Cockney accent. With a snap of his long fingers, his own jeans were unbuttoned.
And that’s how they got here. Face splayed out and writhing, sweat beading on his skin and head thrown back as his eyes squeezed shut in pleasured agony. Between his legs, Murdock was torturing him. Face’s heart hammered and his toes curled. His back was arched off the bed and his hands reflexively clenched and unclenched above the leather bonds. He veritably thrashed, fingers grappling and feet kicking out as his body desperately searched for something that would bring him release. His stomach muscles quivered and his cock was throbbing.
Murdock, the unforgiveable, devious fucking bastard, wouldn’t let him cum.
The pilot’s talented hands were playing Face like a god damn violin. One was between Face’s legs, three fingers curled inside him, rubbing and teasing his hypersensitive prostate. The other was gripping the base of the conman’s cock tightly, occasionally easing up just enough for Face to feel the pleasure start to crest before tightening again and cutting him off.
Face was not being quiet about his feelings on this matter.
“Oh, fuck you,” he sobbed, grinding helplessly against Murdock’s fingers. “Oh, fuck. You suck. Ohh. You fucking asshole. You suck so much. Fuck you. Oh god. I hate you. Ohholyfuck, do that again. Please. Oh god. Asshole.”
Murdock let him rant, chucking occasionally when Face’s insults were particularly childish or creative. His own pants and boxers were gone by now, but he ignored his own erection as if it wasn’t even bothering him. Bastard.
With a slick sound, Murdock’s fingers were suddenly gone. Face barely had time to moan in frustration before his friend switched, wrapping his lubed hand around the base of the conman’s cock and tracing his slit lightly with the index of the other. Face’s hips twitched as Murdock held the finger up to the light, inspecting it like a forensic scientist.
“Hmm.” It was a mild sound, as though he was looking at a piece of odd street art. He brought the finger to his mouth, but instead of tasting the pre-cum as Face expected, Murdock traced his lower lip like he was applying chapstick. He leaned forward, slick hand still tight on Face’s cock, now trapped between them.
Murdock’s tongue flicked out to taste the musky wetness glistening on his lower lip. “You taste good,” he informed Face. “Try.”
With all the self-control he could scrabble together (admittedly not much on a good day, let alone now), Face craned his neck and slowly, firmly, licked across Murdock’s lip. The other man’s eyes fluttered shut and his let out a small, breathy sound. Yeah, thought Face’s ego proudly. You’re not the only one who’s got skills.
He promptly stopped thinking anything as he was pinned to the mattress once again in a bruising kiss, cocks meeting for the first time and sliding together in sweat and slick.
They groaned into each other’s necks, panting as heat pooled in their bellies and electricity crackled through their limbs. Face wrapped a leg around Murdock’s, pulling him closer.
"Okay,” breathed Murdock. He pulled up slightly, looking flushed and dishevelled for the first time since the encounter had begun. He grinned and kissed the tip of Face’s nose, of all things, before scooting back to kneel between Face’s legs once more. “You ready?”
Face lifted his hips off the mattress impatiently. “If you ask that again, I will, fucking.” He couldn’t think clearly enough to come up with an adequate threat. “I will kill you. I will kill you so fucking dead.”
Murdock grinned again, and how had Face never noticed how incredibly sexy that smile was? The Captain was still holding the base of Face’s cock with one hand, slicking himself up with the other. Face unconsciously licked his lips as he watched his friend. Murdock’s cock was impressive: About the same length as Face’s own but slightly thicker. Slicked and ready, it made Face’s own cock pulse with anticipation.
Finally, Murdock eased a hand under Face’s lower back and raised him up. Face thought he was lifting him so he could put a pillow there, but as Murdock angled him, he realised: Murdock was going to hold him up. The sheer strength rippling through the muscles in Murdock’s arm coupled with the surprising gentleness of the hand that cupped his lower back caused Face’s chest to swell with frustrated, unfocussed need. He had to cum. NOW.
As soon as the thought flashed through his mind, Face found himself impaled. He cried out, more from surprise than pain. Murdock had entered him fully in one swift thrust. The burn, the ache, the pleasure, the pull on his wrists, the hand holding his lower body up, the pants of his friend…
Face pulled against the cuffs. “Please,” he gasped. “Oh fuck. Please.”
There was no laughter this time. Murdock rolled his hips against Face, tilting the conman’s hips just so, and Face saw stars. His body screamed for release. Murdock seemed to understand that the time for teasing was over. He snapped his lower body forward at a punishing pace, thighs slamming against Face with every brutal thrust. Sweat rolled down Murdock’s face, his brow furrowed as he bit his lip in concentration. Shivers raced up and down Face’s entire body. His cock throbbed. He had to cum. He couldn’t take it. He had to cum. He had to cum n-
Oh.
Fucking.
GOD.
Murdock had released his relentless, cruel grip on Face’s cock, timing its freedom with a particularly vicious slam to the blond’s prostate. Face had no chance. His body seized, eyes squeezed shut, back arched and toes curled. His mouth was open in a silent scream as he shuddered through wave after wave of the most intense orgasm he could ever remember.
Vaguely, he could feel Murdock timing his thrusts with Face’s pulses, drawing out his orgasm until Face was a shivering, twitching mess. Just when he could take no more, the over-sensitivity becoming too much, Murdock pulled out. The fingers of the hand that was still holding Face up curled, nails digging into the Lieutenant’s back as the other flew to Murdock’s cock, tugging roughly.
“Yeah… Oh Face. Oh. Oh…” Murdock threw his head back, letting out a strange, throaty sigh as he came. His release splattered over Face’s torso. The conman automatically opened his mouth, hoping to catch some on his tongue. A few drops landed on his chin and he licked them up, savouring the heavy taste.
After the last aftershocks of his orgasm had eased, Murdock slumped down, letting Face fall softly back to the mattress. He reached up and snapped the cuffs open, huffing a breathless laugh as Face immediately lowered his arms rolled his shoulders. He leaned over the bed and snagged up his discarded Spongebob t-shirt, using it to swipe Face’s torso clean before throwing it on the floor again.
Face tried to ignore his feelings of disappointment when Murdock just said, “That was fun,” before wriggling under the covers, still naked, and curled up on the far side of the bed. The blond lay there for several minutes, groin still tingling, listening to Murdock’s breathing even out, before rolling off the bed and heading for his own room.
PART THREE
Rating: R
Genre: Humour, smut
Fandom: A-Team movieverse
Warnings: Language, slash, sex
Summary: For a prompt on A-Team Prompts: Face wants to help Murdock get laid. Murdock shows him that he needs no help in that department, thankyouverymuch.
(PART ONE)
Before he realised what was happening, Face was naked.
Seriously.
He’d lost clothes in the heat of passion before, but never like this. Never without realising AT ALL what was going on. Murdock, the multitasking, infuriating little shit, was somehow able to strip his clothes - even his boxers, for fuck’s sake! - while Face was busy processing other things.
All he could remember were the sensations. Face was responsive and easily lost himself in the moment when it came to sex, he knew that. He didn’t care. It was mildly disconcerting, though, to realise that he was not only handcuffed to his best friend’s bed, but handcuffed naked.
Oh well. In for a penny...
Murdock had done something to his nipples - not quite a suck, not quite a bite - that made him arch off the bed. Socks or pants could have been removed then, Face supposed.
And the whispering in his ear, that just wasn’t fair.
“You think you’re a closed book, Facey?” Murdock had growled in his ear, unzipping his pants (That’s when it happened! shouted Face’s memory triumphantly) and rubbing Face’s cock with the back of his knuckles through underwear fabric. “You think I can’t see what you want?” That giggle again, the giggle that Face knew he’d never be able to hear again without getting a raging hard on.
“You want me to pin you down. You want me to do things to you, things you want but can’t ask for. You need to be dominated.” A sharp nip to his earlobe had accompanied that one, and his cock had been pulled free. Murdock’s voice was low and rough like Face had never heard it before.
“No one can ever give you what you want, can they, Facey? It’s never enough. Those women you go home with couldn’t possess you like you need it. They couldn’t pin you with one arm and make you beg, hold your hips to the mattress so you can’t move and suck your cock as slow as they like, tasting every vein, feeling every pulse with their tongue as they swallow around you.”
Face had gasped, because Murdock really gripped his cock for the first time then, expertly twisting his wrist, thumbing the slit, smearing pre-cum and leaving Face trembling. His memory vaguely pointed out that, by this point, his pants at least had to have disappeared.
Murdock moved to his other ear then, scratching a nipple softly with his free hand and eliciting a shuddering gasp from Face in response. His breath was hot in Face’s ear and the vibrations of his voice shot straight to Face’s cock. Every word was a pulse, and every pulse was another squeeze from his friend’s callused, firm grip. Face had never felt so connected to someone he wasn’t inside of - or who wasn’t inside of him.
“I know you, Faceman.” And he did, that’s why this was so- That’s how he could- Fucker. Oh god. Do that again. “I know you want to be taken by someone who can’t get enough of you, who needs you like you need them to.” He’d ground down on Face then, not just with his crotch but with his whole body. Murdock’s jeans rasped at Face’s legs and cock, his chest pressed to Face’s own. “I can take you.” Face groaned, hips trying desperately to stutter upwards for friction as Murdock held him still.
The pilot’s voice, impossibly, had dropped even lower then; a gravelly growl in Face’s ear that echoed something familiar. “Hannibal could take you.”
Face’s hips bucked so hard that Murdock was nearly thrown off the bed. The pilot laughed softly, but not at Face. Murdock never laughed at Face.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he’d muttered, grinding down again and scraping his teeth down Face’s neck. “But you know that don’t you?” The teasing tone was back, but it wasn’t unkind.
Face twisted his head, landing a sloppy kiss in Murdock’s hair before the other man pulled away.
“Ah ah,” he chided lightly, slapping Face again and flicking his nipple in what Face figured was supposed to be reproach, but the surge of arousal he felt certainly didn’t feel like a punishment. “Bad Facey. No touching.” He pulled back and gave Face a half-smile, eyes bright from alcohol and dilated with lust. “I’m the one with something to prove here, remember? This is my show.”
“Yes sir.” Face’s tone wasn’t quite bratty, but there was a hint of a shark in his smile.
Murdock made a choked, pleased sound and rubbed his own crotch with the heel of his palm. “Cheeky little whelp, aren’t ye?” he murmured in a Cockney accent. With a snap of his long fingers, his own jeans were unbuttoned.
And that’s how they got here. Face splayed out and writhing, sweat beading on his skin and head thrown back as his eyes squeezed shut in pleasured agony. Between his legs, Murdock was torturing him. Face’s heart hammered and his toes curled. His back was arched off the bed and his hands reflexively clenched and unclenched above the leather bonds. He veritably thrashed, fingers grappling and feet kicking out as his body desperately searched for something that would bring him release. His stomach muscles quivered and his cock was throbbing.
Murdock, the unforgiveable, devious fucking bastard, wouldn’t let him cum.
The pilot’s talented hands were playing Face like a god damn violin. One was between Face’s legs, three fingers curled inside him, rubbing and teasing his hypersensitive prostate. The other was gripping the base of the conman’s cock tightly, occasionally easing up just enough for Face to feel the pleasure start to crest before tightening again and cutting him off.
Face was not being quiet about his feelings on this matter.
“Oh, fuck you,” he sobbed, grinding helplessly against Murdock’s fingers. “Oh, fuck. You suck. Ohh. You fucking asshole. You suck so much. Fuck you. Oh god. I hate you. Ohholyfuck, do that again. Please. Oh god. Asshole.”
Murdock let him rant, chucking occasionally when Face’s insults were particularly childish or creative. His own pants and boxers were gone by now, but he ignored his own erection as if it wasn’t even bothering him. Bastard.
With a slick sound, Murdock’s fingers were suddenly gone. Face barely had time to moan in frustration before his friend switched, wrapping his lubed hand around the base of the conman’s cock and tracing his slit lightly with the index of the other. Face’s hips twitched as Murdock held the finger up to the light, inspecting it like a forensic scientist.
“Hmm.” It was a mild sound, as though he was looking at a piece of odd street art. He brought the finger to his mouth, but instead of tasting the pre-cum as Face expected, Murdock traced his lower lip like he was applying chapstick. He leaned forward, slick hand still tight on Face’s cock, now trapped between them.
Murdock’s tongue flicked out to taste the musky wetness glistening on his lower lip. “You taste good,” he informed Face. “Try.”
With all the self-control he could scrabble together (admittedly not much on a good day, let alone now), Face craned his neck and slowly, firmly, licked across Murdock’s lip. The other man’s eyes fluttered shut and his let out a small, breathy sound. Yeah, thought Face’s ego proudly. You’re not the only one who’s got skills.
He promptly stopped thinking anything as he was pinned to the mattress once again in a bruising kiss, cocks meeting for the first time and sliding together in sweat and slick.
They groaned into each other’s necks, panting as heat pooled in their bellies and electricity crackled through their limbs. Face wrapped a leg around Murdock’s, pulling him closer.
"Okay,” breathed Murdock. He pulled up slightly, looking flushed and dishevelled for the first time since the encounter had begun. He grinned and kissed the tip of Face’s nose, of all things, before scooting back to kneel between Face’s legs once more. “You ready?”
Face lifted his hips off the mattress impatiently. “If you ask that again, I will, fucking.” He couldn’t think clearly enough to come up with an adequate threat. “I will kill you. I will kill you so fucking dead.”
Murdock grinned again, and how had Face never noticed how incredibly sexy that smile was? The Captain was still holding the base of Face’s cock with one hand, slicking himself up with the other. Face unconsciously licked his lips as he watched his friend. Murdock’s cock was impressive: About the same length as Face’s own but slightly thicker. Slicked and ready, it made Face’s own cock pulse with anticipation.
Finally, Murdock eased a hand under Face’s lower back and raised him up. Face thought he was lifting him so he could put a pillow there, but as Murdock angled him, he realised: Murdock was going to hold him up. The sheer strength rippling through the muscles in Murdock’s arm coupled with the surprising gentleness of the hand that cupped his lower back caused Face’s chest to swell with frustrated, unfocussed need. He had to cum. NOW.
As soon as the thought flashed through his mind, Face found himself impaled. He cried out, more from surprise than pain. Murdock had entered him fully in one swift thrust. The burn, the ache, the pleasure, the pull on his wrists, the hand holding his lower body up, the pants of his friend…
Face pulled against the cuffs. “Please,” he gasped. “Oh fuck. Please.”
There was no laughter this time. Murdock rolled his hips against Face, tilting the conman’s hips just so, and Face saw stars. His body screamed for release. Murdock seemed to understand that the time for teasing was over. He snapped his lower body forward at a punishing pace, thighs slamming against Face with every brutal thrust. Sweat rolled down Murdock’s face, his brow furrowed as he bit his lip in concentration. Shivers raced up and down Face’s entire body. His cock throbbed. He had to cum. He couldn’t take it. He had to cum. He had to cum n-
Oh.
Fucking.
GOD.
Murdock had released his relentless, cruel grip on Face’s cock, timing its freedom with a particularly vicious slam to the blond’s prostate. Face had no chance. His body seized, eyes squeezed shut, back arched and toes curled. His mouth was open in a silent scream as he shuddered through wave after wave of the most intense orgasm he could ever remember.
Vaguely, he could feel Murdock timing his thrusts with Face’s pulses, drawing out his orgasm until Face was a shivering, twitching mess. Just when he could take no more, the over-sensitivity becoming too much, Murdock pulled out. The fingers of the hand that was still holding Face up curled, nails digging into the Lieutenant’s back as the other flew to Murdock’s cock, tugging roughly.
“Yeah… Oh Face. Oh. Oh…” Murdock threw his head back, letting out a strange, throaty sigh as he came. His release splattered over Face’s torso. The conman automatically opened his mouth, hoping to catch some on his tongue. A few drops landed on his chin and he licked them up, savouring the heavy taste.
After the last aftershocks of his orgasm had eased, Murdock slumped down, letting Face fall softly back to the mattress. He reached up and snapped the cuffs open, huffing a breathless laugh as Face immediately lowered his arms rolled his shoulders. He leaned over the bed and snagged up his discarded Spongebob t-shirt, using it to swipe Face’s torso clean before throwing it on the floor again.
Face tried to ignore his feelings of disappointment when Murdock just said, “That was fun,” before wriggling under the covers, still naked, and curled up on the far side of the bed. The blond lay there for several minutes, groin still tingling, listening to Murdock’s breathing even out, before rolling off the bed and heading for his own room.
PART THREE