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

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

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.

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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.

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notthatcrazy

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

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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."

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notthatcrazy

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

"Ook."

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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?"

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notthatcrazy

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

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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.

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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.

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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.

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notthatcrazy

"Pants. Off."

Who needs complete sentences?

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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.

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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.

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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.

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notthatcrazy

He arches into the touch, almost growling.

"Enough teasing."

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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?"

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notthatcrazy

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

"You gonna make me ask again?"

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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.

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notthatcrazy

"Pushy."

He smiles, pushing his hand downward.

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

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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.

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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."

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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.