The Other Woman

[notjustaface]

Charissa...

They met the officer's club, where else would he find a woman like her? She was passionate - intense, everything he wanted in a woman. It was easy to forget everything around her, everything about the man he was. She made it easy to turn a deaf ear on Hannibal's warnings about playing dangerous games and to turn a blind eye to the fact that Murdock was pulling away from him.

And it was all gone in an instant, the months together - the plans, the future.

They'd been lying in bed and he teased; "We're going to make such beautiful babies."

She laughed, at first. "How many of those beers have you had?"

"I mean it," and he really did, maybe it was time to settle down... do the family thing. "I'm being serious here."

Apparently she didn't feel the same. At least it sure as hell seemed that way when she walked out and stopped answering his calls and messages.

The second night alone he got a single text reply; "Don't call me again."

Well, that settles that. With a bottle of scotch alone in a dark room.

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[notthatcrazy]

"Love lots of things."

It's the closest he can come to saying what he really feels, at least right now. He snakes a hand under the collar of Face's shirt.

"And right now I think I got a promise to keep."

[notjustaface]

The once pressed shirt is two days old and wrinkled, probably reeking of scotch and God knows what else he's done to himself since she walked out.

And he wants it off mostly because that makes him a little closer to Murdock's t-shirt and thus the bare skin that might actually be promised.

"I can't hold you to a promise I don't remember..." He laughs, almost nervous that maybe he can't do it again after so long.

[notthatcrazy]

He manages to thumb open the first two buttons of the frankly horribly-in-need-of-a-wash shirt, resting his hand on Face's chest.

"Only if you want to."

[notjustaface]

It's all the approval he needs.

"Oh god yes..."

He pushes hard, easily rolling Murdock onto his back to kiss him harder - letting himself take the lead. Right in his comfort zone.

"I want..."

[notthatcrazy]

And god, they feel so right together. He tugs at the offending shirt some more.

"I missed this," he finally admits.

[notjustaface]

He'd honestly thought Murdock hadn't thought about it at all in his abscence... and it's so easy to shake it off as pillow talk.

But deep down he knows there's no such thing, not from him. Everything he says has meaning, even when you can't make heads or tails of it. Now, though, he can't deal with what his brain wants to make of that at all.

Not when it's so easy to not think.

So he doesn't think, he pushes one hand up his t-shirt and kisses him again with a hollow groan.

[notthatcrazy]

He can't be anything but sincere when Face is looking at him like that.

"Need to feel you..."

[notjustaface]

The words are almost enough to short circuit his brain, those simple words...

"You can have me, baby..." he murmurs back, "anything. Anything."

Frustrated with his own clothes, he pulls the button-down up over his head, snagging a top button in the process but well beyond caring.

"My pants?"

[notthatcrazy]

"Off with 'em."

He'd be happy to help with that, if he wasn't busy wriggling his way out of his own clothes.

"Anything..."

[notjustaface]

That he can manage, with less than his usual level of grace and suave attitude. He pushes up on his knees long enough to open the hook and force down his zipper and then fight out of the wrinkled slacks and shorts that want to cling in all the wrong places.

"Anything." He replies with utmost sincerity, he could ask for anything in that moment and chances are - he'd give it as much as he could.

[notthatcrazy]

What he wants most, Face isn't ready to give yet. Maybe he could have, at some point, before her.... but he can't dwell on the past right now.

"Wanna feel you inside."

It sounds kind of ridiculous, said like that, but it's Face. This, he understands.

[notjustaface]

He understands, and the mere request is enough to get the blood pumping just a little harder.

"You mean that?" He gasps, looking him over for any signs of mixed signals. "I mean... we can try... but you don't have to... you know..."

[notthatcrazy]

"Face," he says loudly and clearly. "Yes, I mean it."

Some hesitance is understandable, he supposes. It's been a long time, and this isn't entirely the best of circumstances.

"You got supplies?"

[notjustaface]

Does he have supplies? Is the pope Catholic? Do bunnies fart in the woods? Was Wham totally gay even for the 80s?

"Nightstand," he flushes warm, kissing his throat before pushing lower on the bed - making a quick trail of kisses over wiry hair toward his goal. "No rush... I'm a little... uh... slow right now."

Give him a minute, he'll get there.

[notthatcrazy]

Give him a break, it's been a while. And he was prepared, even if Face wasn't.

"Take all the time you need."

He shivers, reaching out and opening the bedside table drawer. As he digs around for the necessary items, his heart skips a beat as his fingers brush against a small, velvet-covered box.

Oh, Face...

Not sure what to do with the strange mix of sadness, anger and jealousy he's suddenly feeling, he finds the condoms and lube and presses them into Face's hand.

[notjustaface]

Good man, always ready.

His fingers clutch at the package, setting them aside to trace over the memory of hip bones and soft thighs as his mouth finds the perfect nest of curls he remembers all too well.

"Mmm, did you miss me baby?" He murmurs, nosing against the shaft. Definitely Murdock smell... warm and a little sweaty, but him.

[notthatcrazy]

And just like that, all his conflicted emotions are lost in a stiffled giggle.

"Mm, you know it."

That... is not his normal voice.

(It's not even his normal sex voice, which is something else entirely.)

[notjustaface]

There's that giggle that always drives him a little wild. And... well, he is talking to a penis.

"My mouth..." he grins, kissing along the base. "My tongue?" He licks up the underside, flicking over the tip. "What did you miss?"

[notthatcrazy]

"Oooh, all of it and more."

Still the same silly voice. God, he's missed being able to laugh with him like this.

[notjustaface]

It's enough to draw an easy laugh, the kind of laugh he hasn't had in a long time.

The kind of laugh best stifled by doing that thing with his mouth that's almost as good as talking his way in.

He licks his lips and then kisses gently over the length before taking him easily between his lips, humming low in his throat.

Just like riding a bicycle.

[notthatcrazy]

"Hng."

That effectively shuts him up, at least temporarily.

"God, you're amazing..."

[notjustaface]

He knows, no need to stroke that particular part of his ego.

Still, he rewards it with a hard swallow, feeling him harden against his tongue with each slip of his lips.

He needs it in a way, that feeling of control - knowing he's still desired.

[notthatcrazy]

And he always will be, in ways he hasn't even realized yet.

"Now... please.."

[notjustaface]

"Eager?" He asks with a cocked eyebrow, his lips barely leaving the wet tip.

He wasn't kidding when he said he was slow, but his body's starting to fire up and do it's job. When he pushes back on his knees, he's quick to fetch the blue ribbed number and roll it over his partially hard cock - stroking on the cool lube with a tight, purposeful grip.

"Keep talking..."

[notthatcrazy]

Don't tell me that, he thinks to himself. I'm not sure I can keep quiet about the things that matter.

"Missed you, so much..." he says again, groaning. "Thought about this all the time... alone at night..."