Title: Are You Kidding? Author: rita Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Face/BA Warning: Little more than a PWP, but very little. M/M consensual sex and mild BDSM, somewhat graphic. No angst, no hurt, surprise, but not unpleasant. Unbeta'd. Disclaimer: The A-Team doesn't belong to me, I just like to play with them. Summary: Face and BA have been together for a couple of months, but they've kept it very private - until now. Archive: Yes, please, just let me know where. "Are you kidding? No one is going to believe we're lovers!" That had been Face's response for the two months that he and BA had been sharing the empty house and much more. Now BA watched his lover as he stood at the stove preparing breakfast and remembered... ///Flashback/// ...Waking up for the first time wrapped around the small, lithe body of Templeton Peck and realizing he need never be alone again. He slid into a sitting position, trying not to disturb the angel sleeping next to him, only to have that angel's mouth open and suck in his morning erection as it slid past. Another problem - one he hadn't even realized was a problem - taken care of lovingly without his even asking. As the clever mouth pleasured him, BA stroked the rounded white globes under his hand. When his fingers slipped between the two globes, Face thrust back against them. "Dry?" he whispered, not daring to speak aloud lest the dream end. Face nodded, never stopping his oral ministrations. He moaned around BA's cock as a dry finger penetrated him and began humping BA's thigh as his own member awoke. The moan accelerated BA's need and he exploded into his lover's mouth. Face continued sucking and licking, now cleaning up the results of his efforts, while continuing to fuck himself on BA's thick finger and hump his thigh. He was close to coming when BA pulled away abruptly. "Gotta pee, man," he announced. Face immediately opened his mouth. BA shoved him away in disgust. "What do you think you're doing?" he yelled and stormed off into the bathroom. Face was sitting cross-legged on the bed when BA returned. His throbbing erection was clearly visible. BA turned his back and started dressing. "BA?" Face said softly. The big man grunted, but didn't turn around. "I'm sorry. I thought you wanted ... Look, we've got to understand each other better - that is, if you want to continue." BA turned around and looked into the beautiful face. How could he not want to continue? ///End Flashback/// BA blinked back to the here-and-now at the sound and smell of a plate of food being put in front of him. Face was asking him something. "I'm sorry, man, I was ... distracted," he said playfully bouncing Face's erection with a finger. "S'okay," Face grinned. "I just asked if you wanted me on your lap or next to you." The question brought back the original reason for BA's reverie and he began remembering... ///Flashback/// ...a plaintive voice telling him, "I need to be spanked." "Say what?" "I need to be spanked. I came without permission," Face explained patiently, turning around to display the evidence. BA grinned. Face was even more beautiful glistening front and back. And, truth be told, they had both known that Face would be unable to control his engorged organ once BA began dry humping him. BA had walked in while Face was brushing his teeth and pushed him up against the sink. He rubbed those perfect pale gold cheeks with his chocolate organ, finally settling it in the crack between the two globes and moving up and down, all the while watching Face's expression in the bathroom mirror. So it was a mutually agreed upon setup. BA flipped the cover to the toilet seat down and sat on it, pulling a towel over his lap. Face obediently lay on the towel. "Hard or soft?" BA asked. "Hard," Face answered without hesitation. "How long?" he asked. "'Til I come again." BA shook his head. It was going to be one of those days. One of the days when Face wanted to be controlled and disciplined. One of the days when BA's limits would be pushed once again. 'Okay, little one,' he thought. 'Let's see how far you're going to take it this time.' ///End Flashback/// "BA!" Now Face was getting impatient. "Sorry, man. What did you ask?" "What's with you? You keep daydreaming. Am I that boring already?" Face wiggled his ass provocatively. BA slapped it lightly and laughed. "Anyway, your breakfast's getting cold." "Be my napkin," BA said. Face draped himself over BA's lap sighing happily. BA smiled and put a finger up his lover's ass. He started eating his eggs with the other hand and let his mind drift again... ///Flashback/// ...To his concerned question, "Don't that hurt?" "No, it makes me feel..." Face gestured, but couldn't find the right word. "Full?" "Well, yeah, but it's more than that. Um, it makes me feel like part of you - attached." "So would a choke collar," BA remarked dryly. "I thought you didn't like that idea," Face said looking over his shoulder. "I don't. At least I think I don't. I'm still thinking about that one." The angelic face lit up, igniting BA's heart and groin. "Now, see Face, you're doing it again. That's why I say 'no' instead of 'maybe'. You don't understand 'maybe'. You always hear 'yes'." Face nodded enthusiastically. "Usually works, too." "Don't you try and con me, little one. We're on the same team, remember?" "What are you doing today?" Face asked, changing the subject. "Working on the van. Why?" "Well, see, then it wouldn't hurt at all - you'll have all that grease on your fingers..." "Yeah, and I'll have all those chains around, too. That was what you was gonna say next, wasn't it?" Face grinned sheepishly and nodded. BA pulled the smaller man to him tightly, keeping his finger where Face needed it to know he was loved. ///End Flashback/// "Finished?" Face asked. BA looked down at his empty plate, surprised. "Yeah, I guess I am." Face slid off his lap and stood. A drop of precum glistened on his stiff rod. BA reached out with one finger and wiped it off, holding the finger up for Face to lick. Then he returned the finger and a second to his lover's penis and, coaxing more droplets from the tiny slit, repeated the actions, this time slipping a second finger into Face's anus as Face sucked the moist fingers of his other hand into his mouth. Face moaned around the fingers and BA grinned. Once more - 'three times for luck,' he thought - this time three fingers of each hand entered Face. When BA pulled his fingers from Face's mouth, he meant to prepare his pulsing manhood for entry, but Face forestalled that with a whisper. "Fist-fuck me, BA? Please?" BA slammed the smaller man down flat onto the table and complied, stroking his own organ in time with his thrusts, his eyes never leaving the pale face of his lover. As Face got close to coming, BA leaned over to whisper in his ear, "Don't come. Not yet." "No," moaned Face. "I won't." "That's good," BA praised, knowing what his lover craved. Then he asked, "In or on?" "On," Face breathed out with a moan of anticipation. BA moaned in response and aimed his wad just in time. The thick stream hit Templeton Peck full in the face and his tongue darted out to lick it off. BA pulled his arm out of Face's backside and left to clean up. Face lay panting on the table for a few moments, getting himself under control. Then he rose and cleared the table, filling the sink with warm, soapy water to wash the dishes. BA came in as Face was putting the last of the dishes into the dish rack to air dry. He dropped the armload of thick towels he had brought with him and pinned him in place against the sink, rubbing his denim-clad front against Face's bare back, while slipping one, two, then three fingers easily into Face's anus. Face thrust backward to heighten the effect, writhing as he tried to keep friction on his needy cock. BA leaned forward, emptying the sink of the dirty water and refilling it with clean soapy water, carefully checking the water temperature. Then in a swift movement, BA lifted and turned the smaller man, plunging him into the warm bath bottom first with his fingers still massaging his rectum. At the same time he whispered into his ear, "Now come!" Face exploded into the water with a cry and went limp in BA's arms. BA lifted him out quickly and ran a fresh bath one more time, putting his lover back in and tenderly cleaning him. Face roused, but remained passive, only his bright blue eyes following BA's movements. Then BA stood him on his feet and dried him thoroughly with the towels. Then he walked around him and admired the pale, glowing body from all angles. "What?" asked Face. "You know, I think you're wrong Faceman," BA said. "Wrong about what?" Gently, BA inserted two fingers into Face's anus. They slid easily into the wide-open hole. "I think, after today, everyone is going to believe we're lovers!" Before Face could recover enough to attempt a reply, the doorbell rang and the door opened. Grinning, BA called out, "Hannibal, Murdock? We're in the kitchen, c'mon through." End