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]

"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.

[notthatcrazy]

"Mm, guilty as charged."

He wraps his arms around his partner as he settles back over him.

"That's the spot..."

[notjustaface]

Nibbling gently, just above the collarbone, Face shifts his weight to his left hand - letting just a little rest against Murdock's body - he finds the cool bottle and flips open the cap. Tilting it just right, he lets a little slick lube drip down his fingers before setting it aside to find the slight curve of his lover's ass.

"How 'bout this spot?" He purrs against Murdock's warm skin, licking with the tip of his tongue as he teases him open slowly.

[notthatcrazy]

The immediate answer to that is a series of incoherent sounds.

"You..." he growls.

[notjustaface]

Those are some of his favorite sounds.

"You..." he replies casually, trailing kisses under his chin to the opposite side of his neck before nipping gently.

He enjoys taking his time, slowly working one long finger inside him, and then a second with gentle ease.

[notthatcrazy]

He hisses at the intrusion, unexpected as it always is even when he knows it's coming, but he can feel the tenderness in the touch.

"God... yes."

[notjustaface]

Murdock's easy, over the years he's learned when to push where and exactly how much he can get away with - it's part of the pleasure of teasing him, knowing that no matter what he's got the dance down and can focus on the music.

The soft rustle of the bedspread under them, the way his skin still tastes faintly of alcoholic aftershave as he traces hard circles toward his adam's apple, the way his chest flushes warm and pink under the coarse hair when he's penetrated. The beauty of it all.

"You like that, don't you?" He grins, nipping a little rougher at the prominent lump under his lips as his pace pushes the slightest bit faster - not even close to enough to do more than tease.

[notthatcrazy]

"You know it."

He rests his hands on the small of his back, roughly pulling him closer.

"Too damn well."

[notjustaface]

It's hard to maneuver in such close quarters, but he's not exactly complaining - leaving two gentle fingers buried inside him as he bruises his lips with a rough kiss.

"No such thing as too well - not when it's us... not until you're so high you think it's as good as flying." Which is damn high praise as far as he's concerned.

[notthatcrazy]

Judging by the look on his face, he's a good way there already. Face knows just how far to push the teasing.

"God..."

Anything further he has to say is lost in a low moan.

[notjustaface]

And that's the look he was waiting for... eyes nearly crossed, face ruddy and panting for breath.

Barely shifting his weight, he withdraws his strong hand and guides himself into position. It's an easy fit, filling his lover as he slides close to wrap his arms around Murdock's shoulders and hold him close.

"I love you..." he moans, the words barely audible but clear enough for him in their meaning.

[notthatcrazy]

He groans, long and low, as he slides home.

"Love you too.. so much..."

His voice is barely above a whisper, breath catching in his throat, but he knows the words are heard and felt.

[notjustaface]

Sometimes, Face wonders if he doesn't say it as much as Murdock needs to believe he's telling the truth - sometimes he wishes it wasn't so hard to say it when he they weren't having sex - but in that moment, all he wonders is if he maybe should have held out longer before pushing him against the mattress with slow, purposeful strokes.

"How much?"

[notthatcrazy]

"How much do I love you?"

Asking for coherent thought at the moment is a stretch, Templeton.

[notjustaface]

Coherency is overrated, but hearing sweet nothings moaned against his ear is priceless.

"You heard me," he grins, running his tongue over the curve of Murdock's earlobe. "Keep talking..."