Day 3: I Love It When A Wedding (and a plan) Comes Together

[notjustaface]

There was no doubt about it, Mel/Mia was definitely in on the gig, between the gun and fake documents stored in her cabin and a key to what could only be a storage locker they had more than enough evidence to take her down hard.

Problem was, she didn't strike either of them as the leader of the operation - she was sweet, pretty, just the sort of con Face was the master of. Which usually meant there was a boss pulling the strings. With less than twenty-four hours before dock, it was hard to focus on getting ready for the wedding when he was going over every face on the boat they'd met in the last two days. Between the two of them, they'd practically been social butterflies - making best friends of most of the boat.

They're taking in some last minute time by the pool pretending to go over their vows only a couple hours before the altar, going over the plan if they can only nab half the pair.

"We'll flush her out," Face shakes his head, pushing up off his towel and stretching enough to make his small speedo even more scandalous. "Have Hannibal and BA grab Mia and then make a run for the hold - assuming the guns are in the hold."

Which is a big assumption.

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[notjustaface]

"Because I love you..." he smirks into a kiss; "...I'm going to take that as chimp for 'I love my chiseled Adonis'."

Finishing off the buttons, he stops at Murdock's belt and thumbs it open slowly.

"Or is that just a hint of dirty talk?"

[notthatcrazy]

"It's monkey for 'hurry up and take off my pants.'"

[notjustaface]

"Mmm... I love it when you're forceful with me... try it in Swahili."

He's just being cruel now, managing his belt open with a slow hand and lingering on his fly.

[notthatcrazy]

He mutters something in a language that might not actually be a language at all before grabbing his hand.

"Please?"

Look at those big innocent eyes, Face. You know you want to.

[notjustaface]

And he does... but not at all for reasons that are the innocence he sees right through.

"Please what?" He licks his lower lip, tugging open the button.

[notthatcrazy]

"Pants. Off."

Who needs complete sentences?

[notjustaface]

"As you wish..." He murmurs, kissing him as he lowers the zipper with an eager groan.

He can't imagine doing this with anyone else. The sex? Well, yeah... honestly. But this? Tenderness? Trying not to laugh when he's silly in bed - letting himself be silly too.

Face doesn't wait for him to lift his hips before sliding his hand into the tight pants, squeezing him through his boxers and stroking gently.

[notthatcrazy]

Murdock tends to bring the silly. And the crazy. And the occasional terror via aerial mischief.

"God ... the things you do to me..."

He returns the touches as best he can, caressing every bit of skin he can get his hands on.

[notjustaface]

"The things I love doing to you." He answers with a slow line of kisses from his lips to his open collar, nipping at the firm flesh where a rough patch of stubble evaded the razor.

It's his comfort zone, but more than that Murdock makes him feel comfortable - even on the occasions that death feels pretty damn close.

Fighting the urge to tighten his grasp, he strokes the soft cotton gently, relishing the sensation of his lover's arousal butting up against his palm.

[notthatcrazy]

He arches into the touch, almost growling.

"Enough teasing."

[notjustaface]

"Or what?" He grins wildly against Murdock's ear, nibbling the edge. "You'll make me stop?"

His fingers slide beneath the boxers to rub warm skin against skin, gripping him tight.

"You gonna take what you want, baby?"

[notthatcrazy]

He pulls him close, kissing him roughly as he grips his wrist tightly.

"You gonna make me ask again?"

[notjustaface]

Stilled, Face growls low in his throat - drinking in the rough kiss with a grin.

"I'm gonna make you tell me what you want," he murmurs, eyes half-lidded.

[notthatcrazy]

"Pushy."

He smiles, pushing his hand downward.

"I want you to make love to me. Nice and slow."

[notjustaface]

Make love. Anyone else, he might have laughed it off as thinking too much - but after the things he's said... the things he's felt...

He leans in, letting his weight settle against Murdock's chest as he kisses him deeply. It's not about the cock in his hand, for a lingering moment of clarity it's about tasting him and feeling him breathe.

"God I love you..." he sighs, barely audible.

[notthatcrazy]

It was very much a deliberate choice of words.

"Love you too... so much."

He runs a hand though his hair before letting it rest at the nape of his neck.

"Always will."

[notjustaface]

Rocking his body slowly, feeling the push of Murdock's zipper through his own tight boxer briefs, Face takes him in fully - kissing him again and again until he's warm all over.

It's just the kind of crazy thing he wouldn't have done a few years ago - like getting married... even a sham marriage.

[notthatcrazy]

Which is looking increasingly less like a sham.

Of course, that was never in question in his case.

"More..."

[notjustaface]

"We've got all night, babe... just you and me..." he murmurs through heavy lips, kissing his way down Murdock's jaw.

"I'm not going anywhere."

[notthatcrazy]

"I know."

He's happy to keep kissing him, but those hands on him make it difficult to concentrate on... well, much of anything else.

[notjustaface]

Squeezing tighter around his cock, Face began to once more stroke him gently - mimicking it with the rock of his hips.

"You're mine now... promise?"

[notthatcrazy]

He groans softly, holding up his hand where the twin rings are nestled.

"I think I just did, baby."

[notjustaface]

"It means more every time you say it." His voice drops to a husky whisper and he withdraws his hand, digging himself hard enough against his lover to let him feel the cotton stretched taut over his growing erection.

"Please... say it again. Please."

[notthatcrazy]

He looks him in the eyes, letting his emotions shine through. Not that he's ever really been able to hide them.

"I'm yours, always. I promise."

[notjustaface]

Hiding his wet eyes, Face buries his face against Murdock's shoulder with a barrage of gentle kisses. He can't explain why that does it to him - that sincerity - that thing that he doesn't think he'll ever be able to wrap himself around.

Instead, he responds in the only way he knows how - tugging down the worn cotton boxers and then his own to feel raw skin against skin - hard and just a little damp.

"God..."