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]

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."

[notthatcrazy]

The touch nearly undoes him, as he gasps sharply at the slow press in.

"You are too."

He grabs at him, wanting to feel as much as he can.

[notjustaface]

"I try..." he grins wickedly, licking the wet tip of his cock as he slowly adds his index finger.

He admits it, he really does... it's a bit of a power trip, honestly.

"You like this..." he murmurs, stretching him slow and easy.

[notthatcrazy]

Tries and succeeds, if the enthusiastic reaction if anything to go by.

If the hands on his body aren't enough of an answer to the question, the "yes" that's nearly a shout should clear up any confusion.

[notjustaface]

"That's my man..." he murmurs, rolling his lips over the tip and collecting the salty drips of precome.

"Tell me what you want, baby."

[notthatcrazy]

Always his. Never is that more apparent than when they're completely open to each other.

"Want you..." he sighs, his voice rough and needy. "All the way."

[notjustaface]

Tilting his head back, his lips leave the curve of Murdock's cock with the same smirk and he licks his lips.

"Mmm, do you?" He quirks an eyebrow, twisting his fingers before withdrawing completely to take up the bottle of lube. "Tell me more..."

[notthatcrazy]

He groans as he withdraws, loving the look in his eyes. The smirk suits him.

"You know what I want," he grins, indulging him anyway. "You, inside me... me riding you.."

[notjustaface]

His grin spreads even wider, stretching with an evil curl as he strokes the slick gel onto his hard on. "Oh?" He sounds almost innocent; "Well... I think I might just have something you're interested in..."

His slick fingers slide hard over his stretched hole, barely dipping inside before pulling back to gently swat his ass.

"You know, if that's what you want..."

[notthatcrazy]

The gentle smack earns him a playful growl as holds on tight.

"Yes, that's what I want."

If he's gonna play that way, he'll make it entirely clear.

[notjustaface]

Shifting both hands to his shoulders, Face offers his lover a warm kiss before pushing him gently lower.

"Good..." he purrs, licking his lips. "Because I want to watch you fuck me."

[notthatcrazy]

"I think we can make that happen..." He moans softly as he lowers himself fully onto him.

[notjustaface]

For a brief moment, he closes his eyes - full enjoying the sensation despite his lack of control over it... and maybe just a little because he knows he can't control it much.

"Christ..." he breathes with a soft moan, opening his eyes to catch the flutter of Murdock's eyelashes as he raises his hips slightly off the bed to push just a little harder against him.

[notthatcrazy]

It's a rare feeling, being vulnerable and exposed, yet at the same time completely in control.

"That's my boy," he murmurs, licking his lips as he pushes back to meet his thrusts. "You're beautiful."

[notjustaface]

The praise warms him, as it always does, and he lets out an appreciative moan - fingers gripping hard at Murdock's shoulders before stroking down the wiry curls on his chest.

"You make me this way." And slowly, he's been convinced that it's for the better.

[notthatcrazy]

He practically purrs, arching into the touch.

"You're my guy," he says in a quiet shaky voice. "We're a team."

[notjustaface]

Letting his blunt nails rake over his skin, Face isn't exactly shy about letting out a low moan between solid rocks of his hips to meet each shift of his lover's body on top of him.

"Uh-huh..." he breathes heavily; "best team."

[notthatcrazy]

"Best ever," he agrees, as they slowly ease into a rhythm. It's the part he loves most, when they're close and in sync with each other.

[notjustaface]

It'd be easy to pull him down, but his bum leg won't let him do that much work so Face settles finally on resting his hands again at Murdock's hips - digging in gently the closer he gets to the edge.

"God..." he groans low and loud, shuddering against the intense waves of pleasure. "We have got to do this more often..."

[notthatcrazy]

He won't get any argument about that. The balance of control and trust is sort of perfect for them both.

He's a bit too preoccupied to put any of this into words, however.

[notjustaface]

Words can be overrated - though Face has many of them... most them single-syllable and of the "four letter" variety.

"Fuck..." he moans loudly, fingers gripping tighter against Murdock's flesh; "Harder?"

[notthatcrazy]

They've never needed words to communicate well, even before they were together. He pushes back harder, feeling the fullness inside him as he chases his own release.

"Close..."

[notjustaface]

Bearing down on his lower lip hard enough to draw the coppery taste of his own blood, Face does his best to hold back - his lover's soft moan more than enough to make it just a little hard to function let alone think.

"Hold out... just a little..." he groans low and loud, closing his eyes against the sensation.