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]

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..."

[notthatcrazy]

Ah, the old 'let me distract you from my feelings by having amazing sex' move. He's very familiar with it by now.

"Love you."

He leans back to kiss his slightly damp cheek before responding to the movement in kind.

[notjustaface]

He swallows the telltale lump in his throat audibly, and moves his lips to reply in kind, but no words actually come out.

Bringing himself to actually handle it is so much harder than focusing on the throb of arousal telling him that his bag isn't close enough to get supplies and eventually he's going to have to pull away for just a second to take care of that. Eventually's getting a hell of a lot closer as he starts to dig himself even harder against his lover's thigh.

[notthatcrazy]

Yeah, that moment did not go unnoticed.

Sensing the hesitation, he moves away slightly and nudges him toward the sight of the bed. Better to get that taken care of sooner rather than later.

[notjustaface]

When Murdock pulls away, it's enough to break his moment and attempts to look like he's not a bit wet around the eyes and shaking.

"Just... uh... get comfortable there," he manages, lowering his eyes quickly before crouching down to snag the tiger print makeup kit from his overnight bag. "Is it a warming sensation kinda night, or straight up slickness?"

[notthatcrazy]

Comfortable. Right. At that moment he kind of just wants to grab him and kiss him until he's smiling again.

"Don't think we need any extra warmth tonight."

[notjustaface]

He sniffs back any hit of mistiness, clearing his throat before he turns back with a warm grin.

"You got that right, baby." He tosses the half-gone bottle on the bedspread near Murdock's hand; "You're all the heat I need."

[notthatcrazy]

And that's all he needs to pull him back down onto the bed, cradling his face in his hands as he kisses away the unshed tears.

"Promise you're mine too?"

[notjustaface]

He feels a little ridiculous, obviously aroused and he guesses pretty obviously a little broken up, but it's easy to put the face on and push back anything but the moment at hand.

"Always, baby." He smirks, crawling onto the foot of the bed. "Hey, I married you remember? All that cheezy shit I said up on the altar with the captain and all."

[notthatcrazy]

He's still got stuff on his mind. He doesn't doubt for a second that Face's love and devotion to him are genuine, but part of him is wondering just how seriously he'll take those vows the next time Hannibal asks him to procure something for the team.

"Promise again?"

[notjustaface]

"Promise..." he smiles, climbing on top of him and kissing him hard again.

"I will do everything in my power to protect you for as long as I've got left. I will give you anything you need," his voice cracks again, but he lets it waver. "You ask for anything an I will do everything in my power to give it to you."

His Face goes slack, the wide grin wiped away in utter seriousness; "I love you."

[notthatcrazy]

He sighs, partly from relief and partly from sheer need.

"How do you always know what I need to hear?"

Sure, he's a con man and reading people is basically his job, but there's more to it than that. There has to be.

[notjustaface]

He wants there to be more to it than that, but he wouldn't even know what to call it if there was.

So he pushes closer, sliding out of his shorts before fitting his body tight against Murdocker's and kissing him again.

"I mean it. No game here."

[notthatcrazy]

"I know you do."

He leans into the kiss, which is far better than the Awkward Emotional Tango they've been doing.

[notjustaface]

Emotions are hard for Face - they mean admitting a vulnerability, opening himself up to the chance to fail and ruin everything. It's easier, safer to be skin deep.

When he smiles again, it's diminished but genuine - the mingling of desire and emotion.

"I hope so." He knows he doesn't say it enough and half the time when he does, it doesn't sound as genuine as it is.

"I could kiss you all over..." He murmurs against his ear before letting himself press lower to deliver a line of soft kisses across Murdock's chest, his lips lingering on a small nipple as he drags his tongue across the tender skin.

[notthatcrazy]

He's happy they're saying it at all.

"Really?"

He grins, squirming.

"I think we should test that."

[notjustaface]

Now there's a challenge he knows how to handle.

Continuing his trail of kisses, he drags his lips and then tongue to a deceptively strong bicep, nipping playfully.

"Got a specific area in mind or is this an endurance run to see who cracks first?"

[notthatcrazy]

He holds back a giggle, but only barely.

"I know your competitive streak. We'd be at it all night and never get to the main event."

[notjustaface]

Grinning when his lips come to rest on the soft, furry rise just above Murdock's navel, Face murmurs; "So the former? Any special spot or should I play pin the tongue on the erogenous zone?"

With just a slightly evil flash of baby blues, he runs his tongue into the dip.

[notthatcrazy]

He laughs out loud, gasping as it turns into a low moan. It's a sound no one else has ever heard him make.

"My neck..." he sighs. "Always liked that."

[notjustaface]

Never let it be said that Templeton Peck isn't an excellent lover - he's even better when he actually cares about his partner.

Nipping again with the soft moan of approval, he works his way slowly back up to his chest and then kisses Murdock's chin before drawing his tongue over the curve of his jaw.

"You just want me to pin you against the bed without waiting for the pleasure of a blow job."

Not that he has a problem with that.