notjustaface | Los Angeles - The First Touch/Like A Virgin Mix

Los Angeles - The First Touch/Like A Virgin Mix

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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Enthusiasm is what keeps the train running - so to speak.

Despite the week's aches wearing on him, it's easy to push himself harder. He leans in low to kiss Murdock's chin before muttering; "I can't go deep like this..."

He wants to be close... but if he's gonna get there it'll take more than an easy ride.

Taking the initiative, he moves them both until he's on top, adjusting until the find an angle and rhythm that just work.

"Better?"

Being rolled, now that's exactly what he could have asked for - and Murdock's stupid sexy grin bearing down on him with each gentle push.

"Much..." he groans, pulling his knees up to let him go even deeper as both arms wrap around his shoulders to pull him in tight. "Like this... closer."

He's a quick learner.

"We've gotta do this more often."

His fingertips drag a trail along Face's shoulders as he goes in for another kiss, exactly where he wants to be.

The drag of Murdock's body against him with each shift of his weight drives him up even higher and when he moans against his open mouth it's even more real to him than before.

"God yes..." He purrs, bearing down against the tender thrusts; "I think... That... Could be..."

Another moan cuts off his words but the thought is still there. Yes... More.

"Yes..."

He picks up the pace a little, fingers soothing bruised spots as his hand moves to rest on Face's chest.

"Not bad for the first time , huh..."

The eyes rolled into the back of his head are a pretty good indication Murdock's a fast learner.

"Mmmhmm..." He gasps, lifting back against the slap of skin. "Harder?"

Face noses against him, kissing warm skin and hair anywhere he can. It's comfortable, maybe too comfortable, like they've been doing it all along.

They belong together. It's sappy as hell, but there isn't a doubt in his mind about it.

"Yeah.." He easily obliges, hitting that sweet spot with every move.

It's enough to leave him breathless and shaking as he wraps himself even tighter around his lover's body - letting them wrap together until he can almost swear they're one in the same.

"Murdock..." he moans against his ear, clawing across his shoulders. "God..."

It's tempting, the thought that they could lose themselves in each other and never let go, but even now he knows it's an unlikely fantasy.

"Yes?"

Cheeky bastard.

"...you..." he growls playfully, not entirely sure what goes before or after that, but it feels good just to say it.

Letting one arm away from the tangle of limbs, he works the hand between them to grab his hardness - stroking it against Murdock's body with each push.

At the insistent press of flesh against his skin, he knows he isn't going to last much longer.

"Feel so damn good..."

There's a lot he could say, but he can't quite put it into words.

Neither of them will, but it's okay... he's not trying to impress anybody. He's exhausted and riding the perfect high and everything's about as good as they can get without a couple stiff drinks and a good meal waiting for them.

"Damn straight it does... almost as good as dying." he gasps, kissing him as hard as he can.

"You mean almost dying," he corrects as soon as he finds the breath to speak.

He's determined not to be the first to let go. Call it a macho thing, or a need to give more than he takes... it's just how he is.

"Close enough..." his breath hitches with a low groan and he pushes back against the pillows, letting everything simply wash over him.

It's good... better than he'd thought it would be even, and when he feels himself toppling over the edge he lets out a low, shuddering moan - stroking the tip of his cock hard and fast against the soft rise of his best friend's belly until the wave washes over him.

"Fuck... yes... gah..."

A few shuddery strokes later and he's right there with him, stifling his moan against Face's shoulder as they hold on to each other.

"That," he mutters after a moment of recovery, "was awesome."

He's not one to cling when he's done - more like maybe shower and get dressed before excusing himself - but it's easy to hold tight to Murdock's solid frame. He brushes one hand down his friend's side, finding the other knotted in his stringy hair with a gentle grasp, and manages; "Not bad, rookie..."

They really should at least get cleaned up, but he's afraid some kind of spell will be broken if he moves.

"Had a good guide."

"Have," he corrects with a cocky smile; "I'll teach you all the tricks, soon enough you'll be fighting 'em off you."

He chuckles under his breath and slowly lets his body relax under the comforting weight on top of him.

He manages a chuckle at the comment, but his heart's not really in it. He eases away gently, reaching down for the long-forgotten towel.

"Yeah... sure."

Face rolls toward him, pushing himself close.

He murmurs; "Hey... I mean it. Get yourself a little confidence and some education..." He trails his fingers over Murdock's hip; "You can have anyone you want."

He shakes his head as he gently cleans them both up.

"Not that I'm doubting your expertise, but that's really not my deal."

... and what else is he going to say? That the only one he wants is the one he can't have? That's some daytime drama level pining there.

His eyes close with a blissful smile as the towel wipes away the evidence of their moment, enjoying the teasing tickle of thin terrycloth.

"Mmm, it could be," he groans with an easy laugh, leaning up to brush a kiss against his temple. "Just set your sights on what you want and go for it."

He doesn't pause before changing the subject; "I'm starving... you want a pizza or something?"

He seizes on the subject change gratefully. "Hell yes."

It's hard to feel anxious when that smile appears - the real one, not the well-practiced one he puts on when he's trying to scam someone out of something. The one he sees all too rarely.

"Could go for some ice cream after," he teases.

He cocks an eyebrow, curling his toes experimentally - still moving.

"That means one of us has to put on pants..." he groans, stretching his back with a subtle arch.

"I guess I can play nice guy and go for ice cream - but you're buying."

Los Angeles - The First Touch/Like A Virgin Mix

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