A Cold Night For Carolling, Part Three
Murdock heard his own words, and registering both their truth and
the danger they presented, was paralyzed by sudden fear. His arms
continued holding Face but his mind reeled. What had he done?
Why had he spoken his thoughts out loud? Face meant the world
to him, and the team -- oh shit -- the team! How would Hannibal
react to having a queer for a pilot? And BA, BA'd probably
pound the crap out of him. Murdock longed for the hospital, where
the only dangers were in his own head and he didn't have to risk
losing more than he already had. Losing his friends, being shunned
by the man he loved, being the one who broke up the team.
Face was lost in his own thoughts. How was it that he was able
to read the hidden desires and weaknesses of strangers in order to
exploit them, but unable to see into the heart of his best friend?
He sighed, and Murdock, operating on auto-pilot, drew him in closer.
Murdock's thoughts slowed. His fair-haired Lieutenant hadn't
pulled away in disgust, that was something. Maybe "his" wasn't
the right word, but for the moment Face was in his arms and that
was what Murdock wanted, needed. He shifted his left arm up a
little -- damn it was sore -- and used his long fingers to comb
through the soft silky hair at the base of Face's neck.
For the first time since they'd touched, Face looked up. He
saw love and fear commingled on Murdock's face and realized
the next move was his. "HM," he whispered, "let me see."
Face shifted until he was kneeling, Murdock's legs between
his own. He clasped the shirt's hem and, encountering no
resistance, pulled it up, over Murdock's head. Murdock
grimaced as he lifted his arm to allow the shirt's removal,
but made no sound.
The bruise was an ugly thing, purple in the middle, yellow
around the edges. Templeton wanted, perversely, to touch it.
Not to cause additional pain, but to signal that he understood
the greater meaning of Murdock's words. He reached forward and
very gently drew a finger along the angry bruise.
Murdock looked down, watching Face slowly trace the injury.
Line completed, Face lightly placed his hand on top of
Murdock's arm and slowly made a return trip, across the broad
shoulder, up the side of Murdock's neck, gently pushing until
the pilot's head was in line with his own. Deep brown eyes met
clear blue as Face bent down, his lips lightly touching
Murdock's. Murdock's eyes deepened in color as he felt
Face's tongue gently seek entrance into his mouth. He parted
his lips and Face slid inside, his tongue exploring, meeting
its counterpart, caressing with long wet strokes.
Murdock moaned, the kiss awakening long repressed desires.
Reaching out, he put his hands on Face's slim hips and pulled
Face sank onto Murdock's crotch, surprised by the deep erotic
thrill he received when he felt Murdock's thick cock between
his legs. Face wrapped his arms around Murdock's torso and
renewed his assault on the on the other man's mouth, reveling
in his taste, inhaling the musky scent of his bare skin.
Delirious with need, Murdock ground his cock between the globes
of Face's tight ass. Face pulled up, lessening the contact.
Murdock moaned again and an electric thrill shot through Face's
groin. There was something deeply erotic about Murdock's moans,
and Face's erection was now urgently calling for attention.
He loosened the string of his sweat pants and pushed down
sweats and underwear in one fluid motion, revealing his long
lean shaft. Wrapping his fist around his meat, he stroked
himself, watching Murdock's eyes. The hunger glowing in them
was feral. He sank down, grinding his ass against Murdock's
hardness as he pumped his fist, the slit of his cock weeping
precum in prodigious quantities. He collected a sample of the
clear fluid on his fingertips, as he observed Murdock lick his
lips, hungering for a taste. He offered them to the eager mouth,
and Murdock sucked greedily, his tongue making love to the
Face moaned as his orgasm built; from the ragged breathing, he
was sure Murdock was also rapidly approaching the point of no
return. He managed, "Murdock, I'm gonna," and then the waves
of pleasure overtook him and he was cumming, cumming so hard
that most of his ejaculate landed somewhere beyond Murdock's
head. Utterly spent, he collapsed onto Murdock's pelvis
and closed his eyes.
When he opened them several minutes later, he saw Murdock
grinning at him. "What?"
"Wanna do it again?" Face groaned. "Well in that case, would
you mind getting off of me? My legs are goin' to sleep and my
"It *is* kinda chilly out here, isn't it?," he asked rhetorically,
noticing for the first time just how cold the air and the ground
were. "I guess I was too hot to notice earlier."
"Recon so," Murdock replied, smirking.
A smiling Face stood up, and offered a hand to Murdock to help
him off the ground. Murdock accepted the hand but didn't move
for a moment. He looked up at Face and Face looked down at him.
"You look happy."
"I am," answered Murdock.
"Nope," he said, stretching out the word. "You?"
"Yeah." Face paused. "That we didn't have a bed." He smiled
through a second, longer, pause. "But there's always next time.
Come on, let's get back to the house," he said as he helped pull
Murdock to his feet."
Murdock looked down at the big wet spot on the front of his
sweats. "I sure hope this dries before we get there."
Looking at the sky, Face said, "Somehow I don't think that's
going to be an issue." With his free hand he reached down,
snagging HM's t-shirt from where he'd tossed it earlier.
And draping it over Murdock's shoulders the two men began
the long walk back to the house. The heavens opened two-thirds
of the way there.
- tbc -
A Cold Night
for Carolling, Part 4
Title: A Cold Night for Carolling, Part Three
Fandom: The A-Team
Rating: nc17 m/m Adults Only.
Disclaimer: I don't know who owns The A-Team, but it isn't me
Special Thanks to: Cath and Karo who beta'd this
Archive: Upon request
Comments: Takes place after Evening Song. Comments are welcome.
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Written: January 7, 2002
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