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It's Hannibal's birthday and he's a little disappointed that no one has got him a wonderful gift. But then Murdock and BA haven't handed theirs over yet...
Warnings: usual
Words: 1,129
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Murdock was pacing, pacing, pacing, pacing and it was driving BA up the wall. “Quit it already, fool,” he grumbled out of his Popular Mechanics magazine. “It’s all set up, you need to relax an’ let them handle it now.”
But Murdock didn’t stop his pacing, and even started chewing on his fingers as well, the stress clear in every line of his face. “But maybe we aint done the right thing here, Bosco? I mean Face was pretty pissed with us an’ Hannibal has been lookin’ all sad all day thinking that we forgot his birthday an’ maybe they had plans for tonight an’ things have been pretty quiet up there since Face stopped hollering an’” He stopped dead as he walked into BA’s massive chest and before he could think of something else to worry about, his mouth was taken in a hard fast kiss and he even forgot that he was stressed to high heaven about the gift that he and BA had got for Hannibal’s birthday.
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Hannibal slammed the car door and looked up at the team’s latest house, the very dark and silent latest house and despite himself, he felt down.
He’d asked the boys not to make a big fuss of his birthday, not to go to ridiculous lengths, but that fact that they hadn’t that his birthday had almost passed by in a huge cloud of silence was actually much more upsetting than he really imagined it ever could be.
It wasn’t like they hadn’t given him a card each over breakfast, or that Face hadn’t woken him up with a truly spectacular blow job or even that he hadn’t got presents (although he did wonder who would be using his new aftershave the most, him or Face who had already put a quick splash on when he thought Hannibal wasn’t looking.) No, the boys hadn’t ignored his birthday and they had done exactly what he’d asked them to by keeping it all low key, but he’d really hoped for a nice meal together or at least a few beers and a takeaway watching some crappy TV – coming home to find the house in darkness was disappointing to say the least.
He trudged into the hallway and stood listening, suddenly wondering if they were all in the den, waiting to jump out on him with streamers and balloons and pizza and beer, but when he opened the door to nothing but silence and darkness, the last thread of patience he had with his day snapped and he turned on is heel ready to do nothing more than go to bed and forget this whole, god awful day.
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Face always thought of himself as a fairly happy go lucky type of guy. There was nothing much that got to him (well, major league betrayal by trusted Generals maybe) but really he took the rough with the smooth and went through life with a smile on his face. But today, well, today he was royally pissed off.
Hannibal’s birthday was an important event for him, all the team’s birthdays were. They were his family, and he loved them, and he knew that it was important that they celebrated birthdays properly, despite what Hannibal might say in a little fit on self sacrifice. But this... no, he had doubts as to whether today constituted a ‘proper’ birthday. He should have known better than to trust Murdock and his crazy ideas and his wonderful present that could be a joint one from the three of them and his ‘trust me Facey, we do this my way and the Bossman will have a birthday he’ll always remember.’
Well, this was a birthday that Face would always remember, but for exactly the wrong reasons...
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Hannibal trudged upstairs, past Murdock’s room and the low rumbling giggles he could hear coming from the corporal and the captain, to the room he and Face were sharing and he brightened considerably at the thin strip of yellow showing under the closed door. At least that meant that Face was still awake, at least it meant there might be chance for a quick roll in the hay, even if there hadn’t been spectacular birthday sex on the dining room table as he’d hoped for.
He walked to the door and swung it open and then stopped, almost tripping over his feet in the doorway as she stared into the room before him.
He was facing the bed, the huge wrought iron four-poster bed that had had Face and Murdock physically fighting to be the first one to touch all four of the walls and successfully call ‘dibs’ on the room (Murdock’s rules). The white duvet was turned down at the foot of the bed, leaving the pristine white sheets on display, sprinkled artistically with a smattering of blood red, beautifully fragrant rose petals. There was a wine chiller on the bedside table, a bottle of champagne ready and waiting along with two glasses and a fresh tube of his favourite lube, the one that tingled just ever so slightly.
And then of course there was Face. His beautiful, loving, generous, happy boy, lying on the bed with such a scowl of annoyance that Hannibal couldn’t help but laugh. He wasn’t sure exactly what it was that had upset his poor boy that badly... He wondered if it was the cuffs holding his wrists up to the posts either side of the head of the bed, or maybe the soft leather straps fastening his ankles to the corresponding posts at the end, opening him up beautifully to Hannibal’s eager gaze. But he thought not, Face was no stranger to bondage games and was always an eager player.
So maybe it was the gag, the shiny black PVC bit in his mouth that was stopping him from voicing his obvious displeasure at whatever it was prickling his patience right now, but no, Hannibal conceded, cocking his head to one side as he felt himself hardening more inside his jeans with every passing second, it wasn’t that at all, it had to be the bow. And the sign.
The blood red bow, the same shade exactly as the rose petals that was fastened around the base of his, very interested looking cock, totally negating the scowl on his face, and the sign that said ‘Happy Birthday Bossman! Enjoy your gift, love James and Bosco xxx’ that was nestling just under his freshly shaved balls.
Hannibal ignored what was left of that rapidly deflating scowl as he unfastened his jeans and prepared for deployment, smiling at his beautiful boy before him, “Oh, Face,” he whispered, his voice rough with pure lust. “You have no idea how fucking delicious you look like that,” he shook his head as he dropped his trousers, “so, incredibly beautiful.” That chased away the rest of the scowl and in its place was the open look of love that Hannibal adored.
“Love you so much, baby,” he whispered as he climbed onto the bed at Face’s ankles. “And I am gonna have such fun proving it to you...”
Face’s eyes slid shut at the first feel on tongue on skin and as rational thought became harder and harder (along with another part of his body...) he began to think that maybe Murdock hadn’t had such a bad idea after all.
Warnings: usual
Words: 1,129
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Murdock was pacing, pacing, pacing, pacing and it was driving BA up the wall. “Quit it already, fool,” he grumbled out of his Popular Mechanics magazine. “It’s all set up, you need to relax an’ let them handle it now.”
But Murdock didn’t stop his pacing, and even started chewing on his fingers as well, the stress clear in every line of his face. “But maybe we aint done the right thing here, Bosco? I mean Face was pretty pissed with us an’ Hannibal has been lookin’ all sad all day thinking that we forgot his birthday an’ maybe they had plans for tonight an’ things have been pretty quiet up there since Face stopped hollering an’” He stopped dead as he walked into BA’s massive chest and before he could think of something else to worry about, his mouth was taken in a hard fast kiss and he even forgot that he was stressed to high heaven about the gift that he and BA had got for Hannibal’s birthday.
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Hannibal slammed the car door and looked up at the team’s latest house, the very dark and silent latest house and despite himself, he felt down.
He’d asked the boys not to make a big fuss of his birthday, not to go to ridiculous lengths, but that fact that they hadn’t that his birthday had almost passed by in a huge cloud of silence was actually much more upsetting than he really imagined it ever could be.
It wasn’t like they hadn’t given him a card each over breakfast, or that Face hadn’t woken him up with a truly spectacular blow job or even that he hadn’t got presents (although he did wonder who would be using his new aftershave the most, him or Face who had already put a quick splash on when he thought Hannibal wasn’t looking.) No, the boys hadn’t ignored his birthday and they had done exactly what he’d asked them to by keeping it all low key, but he’d really hoped for a nice meal together or at least a few beers and a takeaway watching some crappy TV – coming home to find the house in darkness was disappointing to say the least.
He trudged into the hallway and stood listening, suddenly wondering if they were all in the den, waiting to jump out on him with streamers and balloons and pizza and beer, but when he opened the door to nothing but silence and darkness, the last thread of patience he had with his day snapped and he turned on is heel ready to do nothing more than go to bed and forget this whole, god awful day.
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Face always thought of himself as a fairly happy go lucky type of guy. There was nothing much that got to him (well, major league betrayal by trusted Generals maybe) but really he took the rough with the smooth and went through life with a smile on his face. But today, well, today he was royally pissed off.
Hannibal’s birthday was an important event for him, all the team’s birthdays were. They were his family, and he loved them, and he knew that it was important that they celebrated birthdays properly, despite what Hannibal might say in a little fit on self sacrifice. But this... no, he had doubts as to whether today constituted a ‘proper’ birthday. He should have known better than to trust Murdock and his crazy ideas and his wonderful present that could be a joint one from the three of them and his ‘trust me Facey, we do this my way and the Bossman will have a birthday he’ll always remember.’
Well, this was a birthday that Face would always remember, but for exactly the wrong reasons...
______________________
Hannibal trudged upstairs, past Murdock’s room and the low rumbling giggles he could hear coming from the corporal and the captain, to the room he and Face were sharing and he brightened considerably at the thin strip of yellow showing under the closed door. At least that meant that Face was still awake, at least it meant there might be chance for a quick roll in the hay, even if there hadn’t been spectacular birthday sex on the dining room table as he’d hoped for.
He walked to the door and swung it open and then stopped, almost tripping over his feet in the doorway as she stared into the room before him.
He was facing the bed, the huge wrought iron four-poster bed that had had Face and Murdock physically fighting to be the first one to touch all four of the walls and successfully call ‘dibs’ on the room (Murdock’s rules). The white duvet was turned down at the foot of the bed, leaving the pristine white sheets on display, sprinkled artistically with a smattering of blood red, beautifully fragrant rose petals. There was a wine chiller on the bedside table, a bottle of champagne ready and waiting along with two glasses and a fresh tube of his favourite lube, the one that tingled just ever so slightly.
And then of course there was Face. His beautiful, loving, generous, happy boy, lying on the bed with such a scowl of annoyance that Hannibal couldn’t help but laugh. He wasn’t sure exactly what it was that had upset his poor boy that badly... He wondered if it was the cuffs holding his wrists up to the posts either side of the head of the bed, or maybe the soft leather straps fastening his ankles to the corresponding posts at the end, opening him up beautifully to Hannibal’s eager gaze. But he thought not, Face was no stranger to bondage games and was always an eager player.
So maybe it was the gag, the shiny black PVC bit in his mouth that was stopping him from voicing his obvious displeasure at whatever it was prickling his patience right now, but no, Hannibal conceded, cocking his head to one side as he felt himself hardening more inside his jeans with every passing second, it wasn’t that at all, it had to be the bow. And the sign.
The blood red bow, the same shade exactly as the rose petals that was fastened around the base of his, very interested looking cock, totally negating the scowl on his face, and the sign that said ‘Happy Birthday Bossman! Enjoy your gift, love James and Bosco xxx’ that was nestling just under his freshly shaved balls.
Hannibal ignored what was left of that rapidly deflating scowl as he unfastened his jeans and prepared for deployment, smiling at his beautiful boy before him, “Oh, Face,” he whispered, his voice rough with pure lust. “You have no idea how fucking delicious you look like that,” he shook his head as he dropped his trousers, “so, incredibly beautiful.” That chased away the rest of the scowl and in its place was the open look of love that Hannibal adored.
“Love you so much, baby,” he whispered as he climbed onto the bed at Face’s ankles. “And I am gonna have such fun proving it to you...”
Face’s eyes slid shut at the first feel on tongue on skin and as rational thought became harder and harder (along with another part of his body...) he began to think that maybe Murdock hadn’t had such a bad idea after all.
