Los Angeles - The First Touch/Like A Virgin Mix

[notjustaface]

 They almost died in Mexico. Again.

If it wasn't for a hell of a lot of luck, a plan that came together, and Murdock's ability to not get everyone killed landing an enemy helicopter at base they wouldn't have been "almost".

It's not the first time that's happened... not even the first time this year. But, it's the first time since Borneo, at least.

Face wasn't shocked when Hannibal shoved a set of keys in his hand - or told him to take the weekend and get a shower and sleep in real bed before reporting back to base. They earned a little R&R. He's not even particularly shocked when Murdock climbs in the jeep with him. It's not like they've got much of anyone else to get into trouble with, and things have been pretty much all right since the incident he's "forgotten". He is, however, a little surprised at the energy vibrating the small hotel room when they walk inside.

Double occupancy, second floor next to the ice machine and overlooking the pool.

Before the door even hammers shut behind them, he's dropped his rucksack on one of the queen beds and is peeling off his dirty green t-shirt on the way to the blessed shower.

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[notthatcrazy]

It might be weird, but the co-pilot line might be one of the sweetest things he's ever heard.

"I won't."

He leans in for another deep kiss, moving his hips to get some friction going.

[notjustaface]

"Good..." he smiles against the kiss, bracing one arm against the pillows as he strokes over Murdock's chest, learning the dips and curves and whorls with practiced ease.

He's taking his time, if things want to go fast - they'll go fast, for now it's nice to enjoy the gentle rock of hips, feeling himself let go of any nagging worries about being so close to a friend.

[notthatcrazy]

Slow's nice... he wants to savor this. There's no 'just' about anything they're doing as far as he's concerned.

"Yeah..."

They seem to have gotten past the need for words.

[notjustaface]

It's a nice place to be.

Without asking, he slides lower. pressing kisses along the curve of his jaw - then down to his neck, nipping at his collar bone. His hand traces lower still, finding the dusting of curls above his belly button and letting his fingers linger longer than strictly necessary to make his path clear.

[notthatcrazy]

"Take me higher, babe."

On some level he's aware of how ridiculous he sounds, but mostly he just doesn't care. Not when things are feeling this good. He runs a hand down Face's side, coming to rest on his lower back.

[notjustaface]

"I was thinking lower altitude." He glances up with a cocky smirk, and then makes good on the unspoken promise, following the curve down his chest with his lips before rubbing his face against the wiry fur he's seen a million times but never touched quite like this.

It's different, kind of nice - not as muscular as the men he'd known before, and definitely not breasts, but nice.

"If you don't mind."

As his fingers follow the trail, they barely graze the base of his cock and he feels it push back against with that same anticipation that's coursing through him.

[notthatcrazy]

"God, you drive me crazy..."

But it's crazy in a good way, like so many other parts of his life, and he wouldn't change it for anything.

He presses in for another kiss as Face reaches for him, trying to put every bit of emotion he's feeling into it. He can't say it yet, Face isn't ready to hear it, but he can try to communicate in a way he'll understand.

[notjustaface]

When he's tilted back up for the gentle kiss, he snarks back; "Not a far drive, babe." But then cools it with another press of lips.

His fingers traced experimentally over the aroused flesh, feeling it tighten and rise until he reflexively grasped the shaft of his cock and squeezed gently.

[notthatcrazy]

He kinda left himself wide open for that one.

"Yeah, yeah..."

And then he feels that gentle pressure and coherent thought gets pushed aside by sheer need.

[notjustaface]

"Oooh, I think he likes it..." Face teases, stroking with a slow, tight grasp.

Physical response is a beautiful thing, even better when he's in the driver's seat.

Nuzzling harder against him, Face kisses the soft curve of his cheek and murmurs; "I've seen you, you know... in your bunk."

[notthatcrazy]

"You were watching?"

He gives him a wicked grin, shifting his hips to meet his movements.

[notjustaface]

His thumb slides up over the tip and he lets out a low groan of approval.

"Why not? I'm a curious guy..."

Just curious. Totally.

"Hear a few interesting noises..."

[notthatcrazy]

He wasn't exactly trying to keep quiet.

"Seems like.." He's cut off mid sentence as the pace picks up. "Seems like you're curious about a lot of things."

[notjustaface]

"Must be part tom cat."

He stifles another raw laugh against Murdock's chin, letting his tongue trace over the rough stubble.

"I think you're curious too."

[notthatcrazy]

He's practically purring himself as he squirms at the contact before turning to catch Face's mouth with his.

"So show me."

[notjustaface]

Now that is a request he can get behind...

His strokes slow with the passion of his kiss, letting his tongue linger on Murdock's upper lip a long moment before pulling away with a cock grin.

"Oh, I'll show you..."

Graceful, considering how sore his muscles are from the last few days, he pushes back on his knees and then slides down on his belly to press a kiss to the curve of his friend's bruised inner thigh.

"If you ask nicely."

He's a cruel, cruel man and punctuates his threat by driving his fingers up the underside of Murdock's hard cock followed with a teasing flick of his tongue against the tip.

[notthatcrazy]

"Just do it already," he growls. He's not a patient man at the best of times.

[notjustaface]

Face rewards the frustration with another lick, letting his lips linger. "Mmmm..." he raises an eyebrow; "I didn't hear please."

[notthatcrazy]

"Asshole."

He means it with love.

"Please..."

[notjustaface]

"Mmm... better."

He flicks his tongue over the over the tip, swirling it around the crown before taking him in deep.

It's been a while since he's been on the giving in, but it's kinda the sort of thing you never forget. Swallowing on reflex, he lets himself get lost in the moment - tracing lines with the tip of his tongue.

[notthatcrazy]

He moans loudly, making his appreciation known to... well, probably everyone in the general vicinity.

"... Still an asshole."

There's a fond look in his eyes as he says it.

[notjustaface]

He pulls up with a wild grin and half-lidded eyes and groans audibly.

"That's not a very nice thing to say to a guy with your dick in his mouth."

Still, that moan makes him tingle enough to let it slide and he squeezes his fingers tight around the base when he takes him in again - swallowing much harder than before.

[notthatcrazy]

"Mm, you know I'm just teasin'."

Though the fact that he finds it so easy to believe makes his heart ache a little.

He gasps at the wet warmth, hands clutching the bedsheets. "Please..."

[notjustaface]

He knows, but he also knows there's truth to it - he's an asshole. It's his thing. He can deal with it.

But that gasp... begging for more. Christ that's enough to drive him up the wall. More than the small whimpers from another bed, more than watching his eyelashes flutter and body rocking against the squeaky springs every damn cot seemed to have.

His fingers tightened, coupling with another rough swallow before pulling himself back up on top of him, kissing him hard.

"Fuck me," he murmured, almost a curse with stone-serious eyes. "Please?"

[notthatcrazy]

"Anything you want..."

It's new territory for him, and it feels a little intimidating, but right now there's not anything he wouldn't do for this man.

"You have no idea what you do to me."