Happy birthday Panda :D
Title: A Matter of Safety
Pairing: movie!Hannibal/Face (ER)
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 350
AN: My sleeping muse was briefly awakened by those superyummy Bradley pix! I really wish it would have been for an A-Team Sequel *sigh*
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„Come on Hannibal, where are they?“ Face paced along the hallway, dressed up in his black leather bike gear, turning jacket pockets inside out, looking into each and every drawer.
“Where’s what?” Hannibal watched him amusedly, lopsided grin in place.
“Oh don’t be like this. You know what I mean.” His lover scowled at him, even looking beneath the carpet.
“I dunno.” The Colonel stood like a statuette, hands clasped behind his back.
“Hannibal!” Face got really agitated now.
Hannibal just smiled.
“I’ve got to meet Murdock in about ten minutes!” Face checked his watch again nervously patting his jacket pockets yet again.
“Well, it’s all a matter of safety…” Hannibal murmured meaningfully.
“Huh?” Face gave him an uncomprehending stare.
“It’s all a matter of safety.” His lover repeated patiently.
“I heard you the first time.” Face’s anger grew. As much as he loved Hannibal, he really didn’t like games like this.
“I don’t think so.”
“Fuck, Boss! Where are my damn keys?”
“In your hand.”
“I don’t mean those keys! The ones for my bike, where are they?” Face suddenly was in Hannibal’s personal space and slid his hands into the Colonel’s jeans pockets.
“Put your helmet on and I’ll tell you.” Hannibal started to laugh, he couldn’t bear this any longer, especially with Face’s eager hands so close to his crotch, when relief was only possible much further in the night.
“Pff!”
“That was the wrong answer.”
“Okay, DAD, as you wish.” Face hung his head, surrendering in defeat, knowing Hannibal wouldn’t budge on this and reached for his black helmet. Before he put it on, he pressed his lips playfully against those of his lover and winked.
“Nice, kid. Drive save.” Hannibal dangled the keys in front of Face’s nose. The younger man snatched them with an exaggerated sigh and was out of the door, helmet safely on his head within seconds.
Hannibal was clearly satisfied with the outcome of his little plan, wondering though, if the helmet would be on when Face would come back.
But that was a completely different matter.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY Panda :D
Pairing: movie!Hannibal/Face (ER)
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 350
AN: My sleeping muse was briefly awakened by those superyummy Bradley pix! I really wish it would have been for an A-Team Sequel *sigh*
coverart:
„Come on Hannibal, where are they?“ Face paced along the hallway, dressed up in his black leather bike gear, turning jacket pockets inside out, looking into each and every drawer.
“Where’s what?” Hannibal watched him amusedly, lopsided grin in place.
“Oh don’t be like this. You know what I mean.” His lover scowled at him, even looking beneath the carpet.
“I dunno.” The Colonel stood like a statuette, hands clasped behind his back.
“Hannibal!” Face got really agitated now.
Hannibal just smiled.
“I’ve got to meet Murdock in about ten minutes!” Face checked his watch again nervously patting his jacket pockets yet again.
“Well, it’s all a matter of safety…” Hannibal murmured meaningfully.
“Huh?” Face gave him an uncomprehending stare.
“It’s all a matter of safety.” His lover repeated patiently.
“I heard you the first time.” Face’s anger grew. As much as he loved Hannibal, he really didn’t like games like this.
“I don’t think so.”
“Fuck, Boss! Where are my damn keys?”
“In your hand.”
“I don’t mean those keys! The ones for my bike, where are they?” Face suddenly was in Hannibal’s personal space and slid his hands into the Colonel’s jeans pockets.
“Put your helmet on and I’ll tell you.” Hannibal started to laugh, he couldn’t bear this any longer, especially with Face’s eager hands so close to his crotch, when relief was only possible much further in the night.
“Pff!”
“That was the wrong answer.”
“Okay, DAD, as you wish.” Face hung his head, surrendering in defeat, knowing Hannibal wouldn’t budge on this and reached for his black helmet. Before he put it on, he pressed his lips playfully against those of his lover and winked.
“Nice, kid. Drive save.” Hannibal dangled the keys in front of Face’s nose. The younger man snatched them with an exaggerated sigh and was out of the door, helmet safely on his head within seconds.
Hannibal was clearly satisfied with the outcome of his little plan, wondering though, if the helmet would be on when Face would come back.
But that was a completely different matter.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY Panda :D