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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[notthatcrazy]

"Mmm, best idea I've heard all day."

[notjustaface]

Tilting his head back, he offered the boss only a cursory raised eyebrow that was met with a waved hand. It was all the, blessing he needed to slide his arm comfortably around Murdock's waist and lead him toward their cabin.

"It's been a weird trip," he says as they descend below decks and down a narrow corridor.

[notthatcrazy]

"In the best way."

He's pretty much a weirdness expert at this point in his life.

[notjustaface]

"But now..." Face murmurs, swiping his keycard in the mechanism before pulling Murdock into the suite, "it's just you and me for the next twelve hours."

Both hands slide underneath Murdock's jacket, then tuck into the waistband of his pants at the back. "No job... No James and Chad..."

[notthatcrazy]

He reaches up, sliding the thin wire-framed glasses off his lover's face.

"Won't be needin' these."

Although he actually wouldn't mind too much if he kept them.

[notjustaface]

"Mmm..." He grins, blinking a couple times to adjust to the newly opened field, of vision. "Or this..."

He reluctantly moves his fingers from the warmth of Murdock's trousers to slide up his open jacket and push it back on his shoulders.

[notthatcrazy]

He returns the favor, nudging the jacket off of Face's shoulders before undoing his tie.

"Much as I love the sight of you in a tux..."

He slides the strip of silk off his neck, leaving his shirt collar turned up.

"Like lookin' at you out of it more."

[notjustaface]

"Oh, I can make that happen." He grins wide, pushing Murdock back against the bed before attacking the buttons down the front of his own shirt.

"Like what you see?" He purrs, shouldering off the shirt and then his tight undershirt.

[notthatcrazy]

"Oh, you know it."

Face is a shameless exhibitionist. Which is working out quite well at the moment.

[notjustaface]

Shamelessness usually works in his favor - and he thinks this time is definitely a positive indication of his prowess in the art.

He licks his lower lip, popping open the button of his trousers and lowering the zipper just enough to show his black boxerbriefs and short, dark curls trailing to the waistband.

"And what about this, baby?"

[notthatcrazy]

Face's abs, sculpted as they were after six months in prison, have lost some of their definition during their time on the run. Not that that bothers Murdock any, as he runs a hand along them to his waistband.

"Very nice. But I think we can do without the pants."

Pants are for suckers.

[notjustaface]

"Oh? Are we in a hurry now?" He chuckles under his breath, leaning in to press a kiss to his forehead as he toes out of his shoes and slides out of the trousers, folding them onto the end of the bed.

Which is a perfect opening to turning his back to show off his.. assets.

"Better now?"

[notthatcrazy]

Which itself is a perfect opening for Murdock to pounce him and drag him down on the bed with him.

... Yeah, he's a little impatient.

[notjustaface]

"Mmm, that's my baby." He growls playfully, letting himself land on the bed on his back with a soft laugh.

"Now... why don't we get you out of that monkey suit?" He rolls partially onto his side, tugging at the soft bowtie.

[notthatcrazy]

"Never thought I'd hear you callin' it that," he chuckles as he playfully nuzzles his ear.

[notjustaface]

"Well..." he leaves the ends hanging in Murdock's collar as he pops buttons with a gentle, practiced hand to get at the thick curls of chest hair.

"If the term fits... monkey man."

[notthatcrazy]

He pulls him closer, a completely serious look on his face.

"Ook."

[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.