Rescue Mission: Recovery

[notjustaface]

As far as hiding places go, there are worse places to recuperate than a hotel in Mumbai. At least it's quiet (for a developed city in India) the boss has been content to let Murdock take after him until he can make his way around the small room on his crutches without difficulty.

He's standing by the window, watching the city sprawl out around them when the door opens, expecting Murdock to be returning from the nearby market. "Oh, did you bring back any books this time?"

"I'm afraid I haven't got much in the way of reading material." Hannibal replies with a shallow half-laugh.

"Sorry, Boss, thought Murdock came back."

"Not yet." Hannibal shakes his head when Face turns toward him and crutches toward the end of the bed. "Good to see you up and about."

"Yeah, well... you know how it is. I'll be back on my feet in no time."

A long silence passes between them as Face settles himself at the foot of the firm bed, watching the colonel with thinly veiled interest. It was clear he didn't come to check on him, there was always something else.

Finally, Hannibal says; "We need to talk about Baghdad."

"Really? Because I was under the impression that job was done - with a ten thousand dollar bonus I might add."

"You killed an officer..."

"Who was aiming to take down the chopper! I saved your ass!"

Hannibal frowns deeper; "Your orders were shoot to disarm."

"I couldn't get a better shot, colonel. I made the right call."

A long silence falls between them before Hannibal says; "Murdock disobeyed a direct order when he waited before taking off."

"He doesn't believe in leaving a man behind. None of us do." He raises his eyes up to their leader; "At least I never thought you did."

"We all knew it had to be an option on this one..."

"You're seriously not still making a big deal out of thirty seconds..." Face shakes his head; "He made a decision and everything worked out fine."

"Thirty seconds our whole team was in danger, two civilians..."

"Well... it worked out fine." He shrugs, leaning back on his arms. "And you really need to back up off Murdock about it. He did the right thing."

"He did the stupid thing. You two are a liability the way you're carrying on..."

"Oh!" He says loudly, rolling his eyes; "Now I see what you're really talking about here. This isn't about Baghdad... this is about you hating our relationship!"

"I don't hate it, damn it Peck..." Hannibal sits down heavily in the single chair in the room, glaring at him; "I hate that you two can't look beyond yourselves and see the bigger picture."

"I see the big picture just fine. I see this being over, I see us getting out of this..."

"Until we clear our names..."

Laughing loudly, Face shakes his head. "You don't get it, do you? I'm ready to walk away. The only reason I came back is because Murdock is convinced it's right thing to do and that you can actually fix things."

"That is just like you..." He scowls, "always ready to cut and run when things get tough."

He shrugs again; "I just call it like I see it, boss. There's no way out of this mess. They're just gonna keep coming after us until we have no choice."

"Always so pessimistic... we can do this! We have people on our side, people that know what happened to us was wrong!"

"Fine," Face sighs, "you know what, you keep believing that. And, you know, I'm not going anywhere because Murdock believes that and I'm gonna watch his back." He leans back on the bed, swallowing hard; "If you can't stand the fact that we're gonna watch out for each other, then cut us loose, Colonel. I'll leave that on your hands, but you need to just get over what happened in Baghdad."

Hannibal doesn't respond. He stands up slowly and shakes his head, silently passing by Murdock as he leaves their room to go back to his own.

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[notjustaface]

"And before that..." he purrs, pushing into the touch as best he can.

"Well, I'm sure we can use our imaginations..."

[notthatcrazy]

"Yes, we can."

He moves his hand inward, tracing the line between his hip and thigh, before leaning over him to nuzzle his neck.

"This good for you?"

He's being overcautious, he knows, but he wants to make sure.

[notjustaface]

The gentle rake of stubble on his neck does almost more for him than the touch slowly working it's way down lower, drawing out his arousal with obvious intent.

"Everything you do to me is good... just wish I could be pinning you down right now."

[notthatcrazy]

"Shh. We'll have plenty of time for that once your leg's better."

He adds a gentle nip to the nuzzling, just enough to be felt.

[notjustaface]

"Never enough time..." he mutters, letting out a low growl of approval with the gentle nip.

"You know... you could really take advantage of me not being able to move too well. I mean... I'm just saying..."

It's better than handcuffs because he's still moving from the waist up.

[notthatcrazy]

He's already moving to straddle his legs. The mischievous glint in his eye is a welcome change from the post-mission gloominess.

"You really shouldn't encourage me like that, babe."

(Yes, he should.)

[notjustaface]

"I should always encourage you like that..." he countered, propping himself up on his elbows to get closer.

"C'mere..." he licks his lower lip with that shine to his eyes that says he's already started down the path of no return.

[notthatcrazy]

"As you wish."

He grins, taking a moment to admire the need and desire written on his partner's face before leaning forward to capture his mouth with his own.

"God, you're gorgeous like this..."

He's always gorgeous. Even when they were still in the Army and coming off a long rough deployment he somehow managed to carry himself like a damn GQ model. But this... this is special

[notjustaface]

Some weeks that line echoes in his head, damn movie... damn Murdock, but it makes him smile..

Kissing him deeply, he eagerly pushes up against his mouth, silently thanking him for the always welcome praise.

"Mmm, I love you..." he murmurs, capturing his lower lips for a second before letting himself settle back against the pillows.

"You should come a little closer... maybe with your ass right here..." He gestures a lazy hand across his chin, letting out a playful chuckle.

[notthatcrazy]

"Oooh... cheeky."

He giggles at the inadvertent pun as he moves against him, careful not to jostle his injured leg.

"Gonna make you feel so good..."

[notjustaface]

"You always do..." he grins wildly, wrapping both arms under Murdock's thighs when he can - pulling him down even closer.

"You're my man..."

He can't help but groan as he noses up against the underside of his lover's partially aroused cock - tasting the warm skin with the tip of his tongue as he draws small circles over his sac. Definitely his.

[notthatcrazy]

The small licks draw more giggles from him, as well as a soft moan as his arousal grows.

"Always yours... promise."

[notjustaface]

He'd say more, but he's a little to focused on his tongue dancing over the tender skin between his sac and the cleft of his ass - alternating gentle tickling flicks and long licks.

Instead, he squeezes his palms tight on Murdock's thighs, letting out a soft moan.

It's been a while since he's been in this position - and he doesn't really mind it.

[notthatcrazy]

He answers the moan with one of his own, gasping at the tight grasp.

"More... please?"

[notjustaface]

Nosing up even more eagerly than before, he's more than happy to oblige, stroking the tip of his tongue hard down the sensitive crease before sucking the loose skin behind his sac between his lips. No shame, he knows that feels like you're about two steps from Heaven and if the solid moan is any indication, Murdock's not about to start complaining.

Letting one hand loose it's grip, he slides down to tease at the cleft of his ass, simply tracing over the warm flesh and mapping it out from the new angle.

[notthatcrazy]

Definitely not complaining. More like singing his praises, almost literally.

It kills him a little to move away, but the hand on his ass reminds him that there are practical matters to think of before they both get too carried away. He finds the bottle of lube in Face's bag and moves back to him with a soft sigh.

"You are the best, you know that?"

[notjustaface]

It's a good thing to hear.

Letting out a groaning whine when he pulls away - Face pouts up at him until he returns. "So you say..." He murmurs, eyes taking on that evil, lusty glint again.

"More? Or too much?"

[notthatcrazy]

He breathes deeply, taking in the needy look in his eyes as he tries to settle himself.

"More... just go slow, okay?"

[notjustaface]

"For you?" He kisses the inside of Murdock's thigh, letting the bottle settle against his chest before returning his hands to the firm flesh; "Anything."

And he means it, he'll go slow... fast... and not at all. It's worth it to make him happy.

Taking his time, he presses a trail of kisses down one thigh and then the other, licking a broad stroke of his tongue up the underside of his hard cock before nuzzling against the wild curls at the base.

[notthatcrazy]

And making him happy is definitely something he's good at. Even if he worries about it sometimes.

"Perfect..." he moans softly.

[notjustaface]

He enjoys it, though - more than anything. Even more than getting off though frequently those two go hand in hand.

Letting out a hollow moan against the soft cleft of flesh, Face inhales deep and lets his tongue do most of the work - tracing small circles and lines over his sac and down further, only teasing near his opening before dragging back up with a wet lick. It's the little things like this that he doesn't get to do often that really click with him, the way Murdock shakes and moans above him and the way it's just a little more naughty somehow.

[notthatcrazy]

It's just one of the many varieties of happiness they bring to each other.

Whether it's the fact that they don't do this often, the extra touch of forbidden pleasure or just the simple joy of being intimate and close with each other in a way they rarely get the chance to be, he responds eagerly, moaning loud enough that someone's probably going to hear them if they haven't already.

[notjustaface]

The sharp banging against the wall from the adjoining room does nothing to sway Face's efforts as he lets himself nibble gently at the sensitive skin - gradually working his way lower.

With a hard squeeze of both palms around Murdock's firm thighs, he shifts him forward - a little lower - to split him open with an eager swipe of his tongue. Content to tease at least until his lover's squirming, Face flicks over his opening before offering a gentle sweep of his broad tongue.

[notthatcrazy]

Ordinarily the banging would have gotten a vaguely embarrassed reaction, but he's far too engrossed in what they're doing to even notice, let alone care what anyone else thinks.

"God, you..."

He doesn't even have words for the things he's feeling.

[notjustaface]

Moaning low in his throat, his fingers squeeze hard enough to leave small white imprints on Murdock's skin - that panting voice does things to him he can't even begin to explain.

Pushing up as much as he can, he lets his tongue push gently against the opening - pushing and wiggling inside him to get him just wet enough that when his grip loosens to touch him again, it's easy to slide his middle finger in purposefully slow.

"You..." he pants, leaning back against the pillows with a wide grin, letting his fingers do the work. "You're amazing."