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sonora_coneja) wrote2010-10-29 09:11 pm
sonora_coneja) wrote2010-10-29 09:11 pm
Short Straw
Pairing: Face/Murdock
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: none
Summary: Fill for this prompt on the kink meme.
So, I just finished watching the episode 'Timber', and goddamn, slash goggles aren't even required.
There's a scene where the team is staying in a cabin, and it shows Murdock awake at five AM blowing into a kazoo. This causes Face, who is shirtless and has major sex!hair, to wake up. Cue Murdock jumping on him and laying his hand on Face's thigh. You can't make this shit up. Face later complains about having to share a room with Murdock.
This is where you come in. And really guys, there was only one bed in that room and both pillows were seriously rumpled. I want some awkward sharing a bed shenanigans...because seriously, Face, where did your shirt go?
The boys bunk together on a mission, Face gets cock-blocked, they make s’mores, Murdock gets sticky and then... well, I guess Face gets sticky, too.
“Hannibal,” Face whined as they pulled up to the ranch house, “why do I have to share with Murdock tonight?”
“Because you drew the short straw, Face,” Hannibal said, clamping down tighter around his half-chewed cigar as Murdock blew a hearty blast on his kazoo. Face couldn’t figure out where the pilot had gotten the darn thing. One of the nurses at the VA hospital? Maybe he would go back and charge them with something, just like he’d promised as he dragged Murdock out of there earlier today. Sedition? Maybe not. Creating a general public disturbance? That had possibilities.
The kazoo sounded again and everyone in the van winced. BA stomped on the break and whirled around. “Murdock, you crazy fool, I swear...”
“Now be nice, BA. The captain’s just practicing his Bigfoot call,” Hannibal joked.
“That’s the mating call, big guy,” Murdock added, completely serious. “And if I was you, I wouldn’t get in th’ way of Bigfoot and his ladyfriend.”
“Yeah,” Face replied, rolling his eyes, “that cold be dangerous, BA.”
The family, their clients, were clustering out onto the porch, the blonde woman, Samanath, who’d hired them watching them all with the usual mixture or relief and trepidation. To Face, who had some experience with these sorts of things, everything about her screamed widow. Oh yeah, he could go for that right now.
Murdock winked at him, following his friend’s gaze, and blew another kazoo blast straight in his ear. “You wanna help me look for Bigfoot, buddy?” he asked, laying an arm around Face’s shoulder, and why did he always get grabby hands whenever there was a beautiful woman around?
Face peeled the offending appendage off, but Samantha had already seen it, and she was smiling a little to herself. Great, Face thought to himself with a sigh. So it was going to be like that. Again. “Murdock, what was that you were saying about Bigfoot and his mate?”
“Bad luck, gettin’ between those two.”
“Right,” Face said. Samantha had already disappeared back into the house with Hannibal, young son in tow. He brushed past Murdock, perhaps a little harsher than he’d intended. “Bad luck, let’s go with that.”
They’d gotten in late, almost dinnertime, so the team got the uncommon pleasure of sitting around an actual table and eating an actual, homecooked meal. Simple fare, but for four bachelors used to eating in crappy diners, on the run, it was a nice change of pace. Murdock behaved himself, much to Face’s chagrin.
Hannibal said he had brought the s’more stuff for Billy, Samantha’s son. But,Hannibal always had something else up his sleeve, and Face figured it out pretty quick what that was, when Murdock had pawed at the bag. “If you’re good, captain, we’ll fire those up after dinner,” Hannibal had told him.
Now, BA, Billay and Murdock were all sitting around the fireplace, the screen completely open, little plates of Hersey’s chocolate scattered around the floor. Watching Murdock spear four of the little white puffs onto a whittled-down stick in the ranch house living room, it was almost more than Face could take.
“Hannibal, you’re giving him sugar,” he complained to his commander, who was standing in the doorway next to him.
The boss put a friendly arm around his shoulders. “Face, you’re always questioning my plans. It’s not a good quality in a lieutenant.”
“Yeah, but you’re giving Murdock sugar.”
“Shut him up, didn’t it? Look how happy he is.”
"Yeah, happy."
Face had to admit, the pilot did look happy. Really, really happy. Ebullient, really, as Samantha broke open another packet of grahams crackers for him and ruffled down her son’s hair. If she liked the sweet, fatherly type...
Face sat down next to Murdock, and broke a cracker in half. “Care to share, buddy?”
“I don’t know, Facey,” Murdock said, blowing residual flame off his marshmallows. He licked one experimentally. “I think I burned these pretty good.”
“They’re best like that,” Face told him, meaning it, and helped him slide the completely black marshmallows off the stick and onto an oversized piece of chocolate.
Samantha smiled at Face, and wasn’t that a good sign? He grinned at her, a whole conversation taking place inside that moment, and he might have managed to persuade his way out of sharing a room with Murdock and into sharing hers right then.
But Murdock had sticky fingers, and questions, and an endless amount of Bigfoot babble, and Face just sagged back against the sofa as Murdock held up a hand, practically under Face’s nose.
“I got chocolate all over me, Face.”
“That tends to be a hazard of s’mores, don’t you agree, Face?” Hannibal said around his own mouthful, winking at the pilot, who’d managed to drip half of his down his shirt.
“Er, quite,” Face said, pushing the hand away. It just came back. He pushed it away again, and this time Murdock moved it onto his lap. The man really had no sense of personal space at all. “Don’t suppose you have any napkins, do you, Samantha?”
Her smile changed back to that knowing little smirk.
It was recoverable. Face knew, this was a totally recoverable situation. He’d come back from worse over the years. Or at least, that’s what he thought until Samantha showed them their room for the night.
“There’s only one bed.”
“That’s what we’ve got. Is it going to be a problem, lieutenant?” she asked innocently.
Face looked back over his shoulder at Murdock, who was fingering the kazoo as if he knew what he was doing to Face right now, and grinning. Murdock probably was doing it on purpose. Face wasn’t going to win this one. He sighed. “You have met my friend Murdock, haven’t you?”
“I think he’s kind of sweet,” Samantha replied, and planted a kiss on the surprised pilot’s forehead before leaving them to it. “You boys have a good night.”
Face just stood there, staring after her, while Murdock bounced into the room and onto the bed ahead of him, dropping their overnight bags as he went. “Come on, Facey,” he drawled, patting the covers next to him, kazoo in hand.
Yeah, definitely out of luck.
“... and then you’ve got the 1974 footprints casts that were taken up in Oregon...”
“Murdock! Can you please stop talking about Bigfoot?”
It was almost midnight. Face was curled up on the floor. Murdock had been going non-stop for nearly two hours now, and Face was mentally and physically worn out from listening to it. Not even listening, really. The noise was there, inescapable. That was bad enough.
But it was always like this. Being in the same room with the over-enthusiastic pilot was more than he could take on some jobs. And he had to room with him almost every single time. Face suspected, but could never prove, that Hannibal was rigging the system.
Murdock shut up, and a second later, a head poked over the edge of the bed. The kazoo was set aside on the nightstand with a little metallic plink. “Hey, Faceman, you don’t have to sleep on the floor tonight.”
He didn’t want to. He really, really didn’t want to. He hated the floor, but it was better than the alternative. “You just want the blanket back,” Face groaned, adjusting the pillow under his head.
“You’re going to be all sore for tomorrow,” Murdock said, and some of the crazy seemed to have drained out of him. That’s when Face trusted him the least. When Murdock was acting up, he knew what to expect. When he wasn’t, well, he knew what to expect then, too. This was only going to end one way tonight, and Face really needed some sleep. “Can’t go loggin’ all sore and banged up.”
Face reached up and dragged the nightstand drawer open. He knocked the kazoo in. “No more Bigfoot for tonight, okay, Murdock?”
He readjusted his flannel sleeping pants and stood up, and then remembered he wasn’t wearing a shirt. Better not give Murdock any ideas, he though with a stab of panic, and started over for his bag.
A hand caught his elbow and dragged him backwards. "Don't go for the sofa, Face. You know how I get sumtimes, and we're in the mountains and Bigfoot's up here, and you know that big hairy beast is just waiting for someone to find him..."
It was cold in the room. There was the blanket on the floor and Murdock under a piece of thin wool, staring up at him in the dark. He didn't need a shirt.
"Yeah, Murdock. I'm sorry too." Face crawled onto the narrow queen mattress and, retrieving the heavy comforter from the floor, spread it out over them both.
This was much more comfortable. Warmth from his own body was still clinging there, and of course, there was Murdock, already snuggling in. Face hadn’t realized it was that cold, and he ran a hand over the pilot’s shoulders with no small amount of guilt. The man’s skin was completely chilled.
“Murdock,” he said softly, “why didn’t you tell me you were cold?”
“Deal’s a deal, facey,” Murdock said with a yawn, and moved a little closer.
That was their standing arrangement. Whoever slept on the floor got the better blanket. But the mountains were too cold for that, and Face could have kicked himself.
“Still, you should have said something, buddy.”
“That’s the way you wanted it,” Murdock replied softly. The pilot was behaving himself, maybe still a little hurt from Face just yelling at him about the Bigfoot thing. The conman knew he was overreacting. Murdock always needed a little extra attention, the first day or so out of the VA, and he’d been acting like an ass. Over a girl he barely knew. Was that really more important than his friend?
So, despite his better judgment, Face found himself stretching an arm out, giving Murdock the opportunity to snuggle all the way in, an invitation the pilot eagerly accepted.
Murdock was sleepy, and he turned into a grabby little heat-seeking missile when he got sleepy. Face let him cuddle in against his bare chest, and wrapped that arm around him, feeling the captain’s back muscles tense, and then relax again.
That was all fine. Body heat driving away the chill, the feel of a heartbeat against his skin, the little puffs of breath. It was nice, and it’d been a while since Face had been able to sleep with anyone. He got so frustrated sometimes, but this was good.
Face began drifting off.
And then he felt the hand.
Should have known it was too good to last.
“Oh, hello to you, too,” Murdock giggled, one palm below Face’s waistline now. His fingers were playing with the underside of the lieutenant’s cock, tracing the vein there. He was half hard already, and Face gritted his teeth. It was because of Samantha. Had to be. “You haven’t been getting very attention lately, have you?”
The crazy was back.
Face rolled over, taking his erection with him. He felt Murdock’s weight shift, and then dive back in, the captain’s body wrapping around his, hand going right back into his flannel pants. “Can’t escape me, little squishy man,” Murdock murmured. His cock jumped.
What the fuck? Face shot straight up, naked above the blanket, gasping for air. Murdock surfaced next to him, a look of confusion in his eyes. “What’s wrong?”
This was exactly why Face hated sharing the bed. But he couldn’t go back to the floor. Murdock would freeze. He hit the headboard. Short straw. Bullshit. He was going to kill Hannibal.
“Come on, facey, you always help me out,” Murdock practically whined, and moved onto Face’s lap. He pulled his own shirt off, and tucked it back under the covers. “Don’t you want some help?”
“After cock-blocking you pulled today?” Face snapped, and okay, that was a little angrier than he would have liked. Murdock wasn’t deterred, though. He moved his hand back down. “Murdock, stop.”
“I beg your pardon, but I’ve already received my invitation and sent my RSVP. ‘T’would be rude to stop now,” Murdock replied in his English accent, and then his hand was fully around Face’s cock, stroking, pulling, brushing, one finger teasing that spot between his balls.
It didn’t take very long before the conman felt his balls tighten and his stomach suck in and the warm, euphoric rush of his release. The sheets were going to be ruined, and Samantha was going to know it, and he didn’t care right then. “Oh, Murdock,” he groaned, and the pilot finally moved in for an uncertain, closed-mouth kiss.
Face brought his own hands up and pulled Murdock in closer, opening his mouth, letting him in. He could feel the other man’s erection pressing against his belly, smiled around Murdock’s lips, and lifted his hips a little.
Screw it. He didn’t need sleep that much.
The pilot didn’t waste any time. Still slick with Face’s cum, the pilot played his fingers along the inside crease of the conman’s groin for a few minutes, until Face was hard again and whimpering. Then he stopped.
“Would she be better than me?”
“Murdock, we’ve talked about this...”
“Oh, I know, but in front of me? Very naughty,” and there was the English accent again.
“Doesn’t mean you get to, uhh,” Face said, words failing him as Murdock fondled his balls again.
“What’d I tell you about Bigfoot and his mate?” Murdock whispered, and god, that never be mentioned during sex and it shouldn’t be as hot as it was, and then Murdock was inside him, fingers scissoring open the tight muscle, lightly teasing across that sweet, sweet little spot, until Face couldn’t see anything but Murdock. Murdock between his legs, Murdock pressed against his chest, Murdock grinning in the still, cold room.
Then Face felt himself flipped, and heard a rustle as Murdock stripped his boxers off, and then the very solid weight of the pilot was back down over him, exactly where it always wanted to be, and there was Murdock, moving inside him, hand circling around to the front, hot and gentle and easy, exactly like it always was.
Face choked back his moans and whimpers - there was a kid in the house, after all- as Murdock snapped his hips and sunk in. The pilot set a surprisingly smooth pace for all his earlier excitement, and Face could have died happy right there, rocking back and forth, the two of them perfectly in tune with one another, the clench in his gut back, but far more intense this time. Face couldn’t help it, coming like a horny teenager in the borrowed bed, Murdock following into climax a moment later.
And then the weight was gone, that reassuring presence, and Face rolled over to see Murdock, crumpled up against the headboard, eyes wide, like he couldn’t remember where he was or what he’d just done. This happened sometimes. Face reached out and drew his pilot back in against him, right where he belonged. He waited.
“Did it to ya again, faceman, made you, don’t know...”
“Don't say that. I loved it,” he whispered. “Except for one thing.”
Murdock nipped at Face’s lower lip. “What?”
The conman smirked. “You mentioned Bigfoot. That’s no good at all.”
And the moment was gone, and Murdock was back. The pilot clambered up and over, sitting down on his friend’s chest, squeezing a little with his knees. “Looks like we’re going to have to do it again, then,” he said, and dug a still-sticky hand into Face’s hair.
The next morning, Face woke, still exhausted, to the noise of Murdock and that damn kazoo. He was pretty sure the man was scaring away any and all animals within a mile radius of the place. He lay there for a minute. Nope, it wasn’t going away.
“Murdock, it’s five o’clock in the morning,” Face said, knowing he was whining and not caring at all.
The pilot came running over from the window. “Shh! You don’t want to scare him away!”
“Who?”
“Bigfoot.”
Murdock went on, extolling the magic powers of the kazoo, the crazy firmly back in place. Samantha came in, practically tore Face out of bed, and wouldn’t that have been a blast? He gave her some excuse about Bigfoot, which was technically true, and she smiled. Like she knew. And maybe she did.
It wasn't really important, he supposed, but Face did feel a little better about ruining those sheets.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: none
Summary: Fill for this prompt on the kink meme.
So, I just finished watching the episode 'Timber', and goddamn, slash goggles aren't even required.
There's a scene where the team is staying in a cabin, and it shows Murdock awake at five AM blowing into a kazoo. This causes Face, who is shirtless and has major sex!hair, to wake up. Cue Murdock jumping on him and laying his hand on Face's thigh. You can't make this shit up. Face later complains about having to share a room with Murdock.
This is where you come in. And really guys, there was only one bed in that room and both pillows were seriously rumpled. I want some awkward sharing a bed shenanigans...because seriously, Face, where did your shirt go?
The boys bunk together on a mission, Face gets cock-blocked, they make s’mores, Murdock gets sticky and then... well, I guess Face gets sticky, too.
“Hannibal,” Face whined as they pulled up to the ranch house, “why do I have to share with Murdock tonight?”
“Because you drew the short straw, Face,” Hannibal said, clamping down tighter around his half-chewed cigar as Murdock blew a hearty blast on his kazoo. Face couldn’t figure out where the pilot had gotten the darn thing. One of the nurses at the VA hospital? Maybe he would go back and charge them with something, just like he’d promised as he dragged Murdock out of there earlier today. Sedition? Maybe not. Creating a general public disturbance? That had possibilities.
The kazoo sounded again and everyone in the van winced. BA stomped on the break and whirled around. “Murdock, you crazy fool, I swear...”
“Now be nice, BA. The captain’s just practicing his Bigfoot call,” Hannibal joked.
“That’s the mating call, big guy,” Murdock added, completely serious. “And if I was you, I wouldn’t get in th’ way of Bigfoot and his ladyfriend.”
“Yeah,” Face replied, rolling his eyes, “that cold be dangerous, BA.”
The family, their clients, were clustering out onto the porch, the blonde woman, Samanath, who’d hired them watching them all with the usual mixture or relief and trepidation. To Face, who had some experience with these sorts of things, everything about her screamed widow. Oh yeah, he could go for that right now.
Murdock winked at him, following his friend’s gaze, and blew another kazoo blast straight in his ear. “You wanna help me look for Bigfoot, buddy?” he asked, laying an arm around Face’s shoulder, and why did he always get grabby hands whenever there was a beautiful woman around?
Face peeled the offending appendage off, but Samantha had already seen it, and she was smiling a little to herself. Great, Face thought to himself with a sigh. So it was going to be like that. Again. “Murdock, what was that you were saying about Bigfoot and his mate?”
“Bad luck, gettin’ between those two.”
“Right,” Face said. Samantha had already disappeared back into the house with Hannibal, young son in tow. He brushed past Murdock, perhaps a little harsher than he’d intended. “Bad luck, let’s go with that.”
They’d gotten in late, almost dinnertime, so the team got the uncommon pleasure of sitting around an actual table and eating an actual, homecooked meal. Simple fare, but for four bachelors used to eating in crappy diners, on the run, it was a nice change of pace. Murdock behaved himself, much to Face’s chagrin.
Hannibal said he had brought the s’more stuff for Billy, Samantha’s son. But,Hannibal always had something else up his sleeve, and Face figured it out pretty quick what that was, when Murdock had pawed at the bag. “If you’re good, captain, we’ll fire those up after dinner,” Hannibal had told him.
Now, BA, Billay and Murdock were all sitting around the fireplace, the screen completely open, little plates of Hersey’s chocolate scattered around the floor. Watching Murdock spear four of the little white puffs onto a whittled-down stick in the ranch house living room, it was almost more than Face could take.
“Hannibal, you’re giving him sugar,” he complained to his commander, who was standing in the doorway next to him.
The boss put a friendly arm around his shoulders. “Face, you’re always questioning my plans. It’s not a good quality in a lieutenant.”
“Yeah, but you’re giving Murdock sugar.”
“Shut him up, didn’t it? Look how happy he is.”
"Yeah, happy."
Face had to admit, the pilot did look happy. Really, really happy. Ebullient, really, as Samantha broke open another packet of grahams crackers for him and ruffled down her son’s hair. If she liked the sweet, fatherly type...
Face sat down next to Murdock, and broke a cracker in half. “Care to share, buddy?”
“I don’t know, Facey,” Murdock said, blowing residual flame off his marshmallows. He licked one experimentally. “I think I burned these pretty good.”
“They’re best like that,” Face told him, meaning it, and helped him slide the completely black marshmallows off the stick and onto an oversized piece of chocolate.
Samantha smiled at Face, and wasn’t that a good sign? He grinned at her, a whole conversation taking place inside that moment, and he might have managed to persuade his way out of sharing a room with Murdock and into sharing hers right then.
But Murdock had sticky fingers, and questions, and an endless amount of Bigfoot babble, and Face just sagged back against the sofa as Murdock held up a hand, practically under Face’s nose.
“I got chocolate all over me, Face.”
“That tends to be a hazard of s’mores, don’t you agree, Face?” Hannibal said around his own mouthful, winking at the pilot, who’d managed to drip half of his down his shirt.
“Er, quite,” Face said, pushing the hand away. It just came back. He pushed it away again, and this time Murdock moved it onto his lap. The man really had no sense of personal space at all. “Don’t suppose you have any napkins, do you, Samantha?”
Her smile changed back to that knowing little smirk.
It was recoverable. Face knew, this was a totally recoverable situation. He’d come back from worse over the years. Or at least, that’s what he thought until Samantha showed them their room for the night.
“There’s only one bed.”
“That’s what we’ve got. Is it going to be a problem, lieutenant?” she asked innocently.
Face looked back over his shoulder at Murdock, who was fingering the kazoo as if he knew what he was doing to Face right now, and grinning. Murdock probably was doing it on purpose. Face wasn’t going to win this one. He sighed. “You have met my friend Murdock, haven’t you?”
“I think he’s kind of sweet,” Samantha replied, and planted a kiss on the surprised pilot’s forehead before leaving them to it. “You boys have a good night.”
Face just stood there, staring after her, while Murdock bounced into the room and onto the bed ahead of him, dropping their overnight bags as he went. “Come on, Facey,” he drawled, patting the covers next to him, kazoo in hand.
Yeah, definitely out of luck.
“... and then you’ve got the 1974 footprints casts that were taken up in Oregon...”
“Murdock! Can you please stop talking about Bigfoot?”
It was almost midnight. Face was curled up on the floor. Murdock had been going non-stop for nearly two hours now, and Face was mentally and physically worn out from listening to it. Not even listening, really. The noise was there, inescapable. That was bad enough.
But it was always like this. Being in the same room with the over-enthusiastic pilot was more than he could take on some jobs. And he had to room with him almost every single time. Face suspected, but could never prove, that Hannibal was rigging the system.
Murdock shut up, and a second later, a head poked over the edge of the bed. The kazoo was set aside on the nightstand with a little metallic plink. “Hey, Faceman, you don’t have to sleep on the floor tonight.”
He didn’t want to. He really, really didn’t want to. He hated the floor, but it was better than the alternative. “You just want the blanket back,” Face groaned, adjusting the pillow under his head.
“You’re going to be all sore for tomorrow,” Murdock said, and some of the crazy seemed to have drained out of him. That’s when Face trusted him the least. When Murdock was acting up, he knew what to expect. When he wasn’t, well, he knew what to expect then, too. This was only going to end one way tonight, and Face really needed some sleep. “Can’t go loggin’ all sore and banged up.”
Face reached up and dragged the nightstand drawer open. He knocked the kazoo in. “No more Bigfoot for tonight, okay, Murdock?”
He readjusted his flannel sleeping pants and stood up, and then remembered he wasn’t wearing a shirt. Better not give Murdock any ideas, he though with a stab of panic, and started over for his bag.
A hand caught his elbow and dragged him backwards. "Don't go for the sofa, Face. You know how I get sumtimes, and we're in the mountains and Bigfoot's up here, and you know that big hairy beast is just waiting for someone to find him..."
It was cold in the room. There was the blanket on the floor and Murdock under a piece of thin wool, staring up at him in the dark. He didn't need a shirt.
"Yeah, Murdock. I'm sorry too." Face crawled onto the narrow queen mattress and, retrieving the heavy comforter from the floor, spread it out over them both.
This was much more comfortable. Warmth from his own body was still clinging there, and of course, there was Murdock, already snuggling in. Face hadn’t realized it was that cold, and he ran a hand over the pilot’s shoulders with no small amount of guilt. The man’s skin was completely chilled.
“Murdock,” he said softly, “why didn’t you tell me you were cold?”
“Deal’s a deal, facey,” Murdock said with a yawn, and moved a little closer.
That was their standing arrangement. Whoever slept on the floor got the better blanket. But the mountains were too cold for that, and Face could have kicked himself.
“Still, you should have said something, buddy.”
“That’s the way you wanted it,” Murdock replied softly. The pilot was behaving himself, maybe still a little hurt from Face just yelling at him about the Bigfoot thing. The conman knew he was overreacting. Murdock always needed a little extra attention, the first day or so out of the VA, and he’d been acting like an ass. Over a girl he barely knew. Was that really more important than his friend?
So, despite his better judgment, Face found himself stretching an arm out, giving Murdock the opportunity to snuggle all the way in, an invitation the pilot eagerly accepted.
Murdock was sleepy, and he turned into a grabby little heat-seeking missile when he got sleepy. Face let him cuddle in against his bare chest, and wrapped that arm around him, feeling the captain’s back muscles tense, and then relax again.
That was all fine. Body heat driving away the chill, the feel of a heartbeat against his skin, the little puffs of breath. It was nice, and it’d been a while since Face had been able to sleep with anyone. He got so frustrated sometimes, but this was good.
Face began drifting off.
And then he felt the hand.
Should have known it was too good to last.
“Oh, hello to you, too,” Murdock giggled, one palm below Face’s waistline now. His fingers were playing with the underside of the lieutenant’s cock, tracing the vein there. He was half hard already, and Face gritted his teeth. It was because of Samantha. Had to be. “You haven’t been getting very attention lately, have you?”
The crazy was back.
Face rolled over, taking his erection with him. He felt Murdock’s weight shift, and then dive back in, the captain’s body wrapping around his, hand going right back into his flannel pants. “Can’t escape me, little squishy man,” Murdock murmured. His cock jumped.
What the fuck? Face shot straight up, naked above the blanket, gasping for air. Murdock surfaced next to him, a look of confusion in his eyes. “What’s wrong?”
This was exactly why Face hated sharing the bed. But he couldn’t go back to the floor. Murdock would freeze. He hit the headboard. Short straw. Bullshit. He was going to kill Hannibal.
“Come on, facey, you always help me out,” Murdock practically whined, and moved onto Face’s lap. He pulled his own shirt off, and tucked it back under the covers. “Don’t you want some help?”
“After cock-blocking you pulled today?” Face snapped, and okay, that was a little angrier than he would have liked. Murdock wasn’t deterred, though. He moved his hand back down. “Murdock, stop.”
“I beg your pardon, but I’ve already received my invitation and sent my RSVP. ‘T’would be rude to stop now,” Murdock replied in his English accent, and then his hand was fully around Face’s cock, stroking, pulling, brushing, one finger teasing that spot between his balls.
It didn’t take very long before the conman felt his balls tighten and his stomach suck in and the warm, euphoric rush of his release. The sheets were going to be ruined, and Samantha was going to know it, and he didn’t care right then. “Oh, Murdock,” he groaned, and the pilot finally moved in for an uncertain, closed-mouth kiss.
Face brought his own hands up and pulled Murdock in closer, opening his mouth, letting him in. He could feel the other man’s erection pressing against his belly, smiled around Murdock’s lips, and lifted his hips a little.
Screw it. He didn’t need sleep that much.
The pilot didn’t waste any time. Still slick with Face’s cum, the pilot played his fingers along the inside crease of the conman’s groin for a few minutes, until Face was hard again and whimpering. Then he stopped.
“Would she be better than me?”
“Murdock, we’ve talked about this...”
“Oh, I know, but in front of me? Very naughty,” and there was the English accent again.
“Doesn’t mean you get to, uhh,” Face said, words failing him as Murdock fondled his balls again.
“What’d I tell you about Bigfoot and his mate?” Murdock whispered, and god, that never be mentioned during sex and it shouldn’t be as hot as it was, and then Murdock was inside him, fingers scissoring open the tight muscle, lightly teasing across that sweet, sweet little spot, until Face couldn’t see anything but Murdock. Murdock between his legs, Murdock pressed against his chest, Murdock grinning in the still, cold room.
Then Face felt himself flipped, and heard a rustle as Murdock stripped his boxers off, and then the very solid weight of the pilot was back down over him, exactly where it always wanted to be, and there was Murdock, moving inside him, hand circling around to the front, hot and gentle and easy, exactly like it always was.
Face choked back his moans and whimpers - there was a kid in the house, after all- as Murdock snapped his hips and sunk in. The pilot set a surprisingly smooth pace for all his earlier excitement, and Face could have died happy right there, rocking back and forth, the two of them perfectly in tune with one another, the clench in his gut back, but far more intense this time. Face couldn’t help it, coming like a horny teenager in the borrowed bed, Murdock following into climax a moment later.
And then the weight was gone, that reassuring presence, and Face rolled over to see Murdock, crumpled up against the headboard, eyes wide, like he couldn’t remember where he was or what he’d just done. This happened sometimes. Face reached out and drew his pilot back in against him, right where he belonged. He waited.
“Did it to ya again, faceman, made you, don’t know...”
“Don't say that. I loved it,” he whispered. “Except for one thing.”
Murdock nipped at Face’s lower lip. “What?”
The conman smirked. “You mentioned Bigfoot. That’s no good at all.”
And the moment was gone, and Murdock was back. The pilot clambered up and over, sitting down on his friend’s chest, squeezing a little with his knees. “Looks like we’re going to have to do it again, then,” he said, and dug a still-sticky hand into Face’s hair.
The next morning, Face woke, still exhausted, to the noise of Murdock and that damn kazoo. He was pretty sure the man was scaring away any and all animals within a mile radius of the place. He lay there for a minute. Nope, it wasn’t going away.
“Murdock, it’s five o’clock in the morning,” Face said, knowing he was whining and not caring at all.
The pilot came running over from the window. “Shh! You don’t want to scare him away!”
“Who?”
“Bigfoot.”
Murdock went on, extolling the magic powers of the kazoo, the crazy firmly back in place. Samantha came in, practically tore Face out of bed, and wouldn’t that have been a blast? He gave her some excuse about Bigfoot, which was technically true, and she smiled. Like she knew. And maybe she did.
It wasn't really important, he supposed, but Face did feel a little better about ruining those sheets.
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Followed that around for a bit, and viola! I found this. And I am just grinning like an idiot right now. I love the crazies, I love Murdock and his kazoo and the Bigfoot obsession and how hard Face tries to deny that he isn't complete without Murdock spooned up behind him. The sex? Magnificent, and exactly how I'd expect sex between them to go. The dialogue is utter perfection, and did I mention I have a special thing for the 'differently-brained'? Bravo, awesome writer! *searches for more*
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And yeah, I ran home after I saw the movie for the first time and was like INTERNET BRING ME SLASH. I had no idea how big/old/continuous the fandom was (especially for the TV show) for the A-Team, but dear god, it's fun...and yes, the Bigfoot thing was too good to resist! You don't even need slash googles for that episode!
Hee! Glad you liked it! And if you're after more M/F, I'd try
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But he's from Burn Notice, and he was only in four episodes in season 2, and even the writers agree that not keeping him for season 3 was a mistake. He's kinda got the evil!gay going, with how he'll be giving genuine maniacal laughter in one episode and another episode, he'll be shown making a pretend-friendly and almost lispy phone call from what fandom insists is a lesbian bar (because he's seriously the only dude in sight). The real kicker is that as demented as he is, he's got actual reasons for being evil. And he's played by Michael Shanks. You can watch his first ep here (http://www.zzstream.com/2008/08/burn-notice-season-2-episode-6-debts.html) if you'd like (and don't click on anything, just scroll down to the embedded video players), and then come join us on
Just repaying good slash for good slash. And I'll totally have to check out