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by Live Lady Roadkill
Disclaimer: A-Team owned by Stephen J. Cannell etc.
Warnings: SLASH- and VERY SLASHY AT THAT
They were spent.
The strength that possessed them was hanging in the night air from the flash of
Moments earlier, their bodies were in hard determined motion. Hot friction with
the strained throaty moans. Aching to hurt, aching to suffer longer. Muscles
taunt and veins mapped out under the strain of being forced to hold back, to
hold on, to go on just a little longer. A little longer, a little more. Till
every muscle between them were screaming for release.
The air so heavy with sweat that they thought they would drown in the other's
arm. Their life preservers were fevered eyes. With their eyes they dared the
other not to let go as their stomachs and chests slapped together in an ancient
rhythm, the rhythm of a heart beating deliberately slowly.
One closed his eyes, thus cutting the loop that they were feeding and receiving
energy and passion to the other. They were so wound up so tight that they could
not share a final binding kiss between them before they die in a burst of
stars. In one forceful thrust, their breaths were stolen and the world stood
still under the strain. Then release. Such sweet, sweet release. . The strain
uncoiled and lashed out. Their bodies convulsed together in loving death throes
and the white hot stuff of life burst from them. Inside one and on the other.
Bodies contorting and writhing against and with the other. Slowly the strain
All was still.
Then a breeze coming in from an open window reminded them to breathe. Their
breath came in choking gasps at first. Hannibal achingly rolled off Murdock
onto his back, pulling the tangled sheet with him around his waist. He lay
where he rolled. He did not have the energy to arrange his arms and legs
properly. He barely had the energy to breathe as he lay there letting the
rivulets of sweat run off him.
Murdock pulled his arm from beneath Hannibal as he panted. He opened and closed his bleary eyes attempting to focus them on an imaginary point he thought he could see on the dark ceiling. He was intoxicated and saturated with sex.
Aftershocks pulsated through him as he drunkenly bat away the soft breeze
moving through the room. The drying sweat chilled him. Instinctually he located
the only source of warmth and he awkwardly flung his arm across Hannibal and
the rest of his body followed the momentum. He collapsed against Hannibal's
chest. It was warm and he nestled his head in the niche of Hannibal's shoulder,
not caring that he had a mouthful of chest hair.
Labored breath became calm and synchronized. Slowly they disentangled their
arms and legs, and Murdock nestled against Hannibal comfortably on his back. He inhaled the smell of their lovemaking deeply as he got a little more
comfortable against Hannibal's shoulder.
The sheets and blankets were pooled around them in a twisted mass that barely
covered them in all the right places. Murdock drew one knee up so his foot
would be flat on the bed. He exposed his still pulsating anus to the cold air
to intensify the gradually disappearing sensations. His arms rested where they
fell on his chest and Hannibal curled the arm Murdock's head was resting
against onto his chest.
Hannibal stretched his neck back and moaned a little. His body ached so good
and it was going to sleep from exhaustion. He wanted to feel that ache for a
little while longer and he fought off the sleep looming around him. Lazily he
began to twirl some of Murdock's chest hair and the pilot smiled softly.
It had been several months since their first time together like this. Their
first time was under the influence of drugs but while their bodies may not have
been under their control, parts of their minds were. With certain barriers
broken down they were able to see the other man for what he truly was and what
they had in common. They shared this with intense passion during their first
time. They wanted to capture and recapture it over and over again.
Murdock had summoned enough energy to roll against Hannibal's chest causing
Hannibal to crack his eyes open slightly. Murdock gently kissed Hannibal's
lower lip and opened his mouth to then take the lower lip between his own lips.
Hannibal opened his mouth and took in Murdock's upper lip. Murdock's tongue
dove in Hannibal's mouth get his flavor and that was enough. Murdock pulled his
head back and grinned before collapsing on Hannibal's chest. Hannibal's arms
were lifelessly spread wide open, one behind Murdock and the other resting on
the pillow next to him. Open wide to accommodate Murdock.
Hannibal chuckled as he glanced down at Murdock lazily. "Can't kiss an old man,
Murdock tilted his head up to see Hannibal's face with a leering grin. "It's
not that... I don't want to scare you."
Hannibal looked amused and pulled an arm around Murdock's shoulder easily.
"What happened to that pretty little vet you were dating?"
Murdock lazily shot back. "What happened to that pretty little lady fire-chief
you were dating?"
They both chuckled and looked into each other's lidded sparkling eyes. Murdock
sighed happily and his eyelids became heavier with each passing moment. With
the last amount of energy he could summon up he kissed Hannibal long, hard and
deep. Hannibal automatically responded by returning the kiss and throwing his
arms around Murdock holding him tightly. Murdock fell unconscious into a deep
slumber with his lips pressed against Hannibal's. Hannibal gently rolled the
pilot onto his back and covered him before settling close to him with an arm
draped protectively over Murdock's chest.
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