Just Two Guys in Hammock
Mar. 4th, 2013 08:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
notjustaface Things have been going well, each mission the team seems a little closer - hell, they may as well be family... it's not like any of them have anyone else that would go out of their way to take care of them the way they take care of each other.
They're on standby in Borneo awaiting what Hannibal has assured them will be morning deployment working with another team of local boys that are sharing camp - after a few days it's a little more like a frat house on the beach than a half dozen tents and a couple APCs, nice and cozy complete with a campfire that never stops and free flowing local brew that comes in bright blue cans the size of an ankle and leaves behind a bitter aftertaste and substantial buzz after a few.
Relaxed, Face excuses himself from the circle of men around the campfire as Hannibal tells the story about the Venezuelan midgets to the rapt strangers and BA - he gives Murdock, who's hovering between the grill and the coolers, a nod - and then retires to his hammock just off the beach strung between a pair of tall, shaded trees.
He slings himself into the wide netting with a low, comfortable groan and downs the last of his beer before dropping the empty can where he can pick it up later.
"This is livin'..." At least as close to living as it gets when there's no solid roof over your head and the possibility of heavy artillery fire without notice.
They're on standby in Borneo awaiting what Hannibal has assured them will be morning deployment working with another team of local boys that are sharing camp - after a few days it's a little more like a frat house on the beach than a half dozen tents and a couple APCs, nice and cozy complete with a campfire that never stops and free flowing local brew that comes in bright blue cans the size of an ankle and leaves behind a bitter aftertaste and substantial buzz after a few.
Relaxed, Face excuses himself from the circle of men around the campfire as Hannibal tells the story about the Venezuelan midgets to the rapt strangers and BA - he gives Murdock, who's hovering between the grill and the coolers, a nod - and then retires to his hammock just off the beach strung between a pair of tall, shaded trees.
He slings himself into the wide netting with a low, comfortable groan and downs the last of his beer before dropping the empty can where he can pick it up later.
"This is livin'..." At least as close to living as it gets when there's no solid roof over your head and the possibility of heavy artillery fire without notice.
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Date: 2013-03-05 05:13 am (UTC)And mostly unexpected. Mostly, as he's always worked under the impression most people have at least a latent attraction to whatever angle he's working. Undermined by the fact that sober he'd know he doesn't work an angle when it's just them.
A little stunned he laughs awkwardly and lowers his eyes, licking his lips before he says; "I'd say that I'm very flattered."
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Date: 2013-03-05 05:15 am (UTC)It's somewhere between a question and a statement. It doesn't stop him from leaning against him further.
"It's okay, you can say so. Just between us, right?"
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Date: 2013-03-05 05:19 am (UTC)Rolling toward him, letting the plate tip between them and spill burned curried bananas on the ground, he tilts Murdock's chin up to meet his waiting lips without comment.
The warm brush of lips against lips is comment enough in his mind.
Even though he's not really sure if he is or not.
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Date: 2013-03-05 05:23 am (UTC)"Just so I have a baseline, how drunk are you right now?"
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Date: 2013-03-05 05:29 am (UTC)But even Face has to admit it's not a bad sensation, the scrape of stubble and scent of engine grease that seems to cling to Murdock mingling with curried bananas and the fire down on the beach tickling his mind just as much as the warm stroke of his tongue and the unexpected closeness of the moment.
He's well aware that he wants more, and Murdock has to question it because that's exactly what he'd do.
Five pretty strong drinks in about four hours... and a few more spread out over the course of the day. He'd drive - if he had to - but would prefer to stay right there where they are. "Maybe a four? I didn't kiss you because I'm drunk."
He did it for the same reason he does just about anything.
He wanted to. Wants to. Hell, why not?
"For the record, yeah. I've done it before."
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Date: 2013-03-05 05:41 am (UTC)He smiles, letting his head rest on Face's shoulder again, awkwardly reaching for his hand.
"Thanks."
Ball's in your court, buddy.
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Date: 2013-03-05 05:47 am (UTC)The brush of fingertips against his hand is almost enough to unnerve him - it's a tender touch, and not what he's used to from the few men he's been tangled up with.
Sliding back into his comfort zone, he nuzzles closer and finds his lips to kiss him again - kissing is easy, natural. Like his lips were simply meant to mapped and tasted and explored. Just as easily, one strong hand slips under the soft rayon of Murdock's open Hawaiian shirt to cup the small of his back and hold him close.
"What about you?" He murmurs against bruised lips, curious himself.
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Date: 2013-03-05 05:51 am (UTC)"You'd be the first."
Hell, it's not like he's got a lot of experience with women either, but at least there he knows what he's dealing with.
"Always open to a new experience though."
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Date: 2013-03-05 05:54 am (UTC)The first. He likes that... he can admit it, it's probably some macho thing but there's something nice about being the new thing.
The tease. The first.
He murmurs into his open mouth, his palm pushing aside the loose undershirt on Murdock's back to find his warm skin.
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Date: 2013-03-05 06:04 am (UTC)"You sure?"
The hammock swings again, just the right way, and by the feel of things, yeah, they're pretty sure.
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Date: 2013-03-05 06:10 am (UTC)"Uh-huh," he responds automatically, turning the palm that had been pushing upward - exploring the muscles he'd touched before but never with that particular level of thought in it - down toward the waistband of his khaki shorts.
"You?" It's more of a reflexive question than one he actually expects an answer to beyond the dig of arousal against his cargo shorts.
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Date: 2013-03-05 06:24 am (UTC)"Good... think I'm good."
Thinking is clearly a thing they need to stop doing.
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Date: 2013-03-05 06:31 am (UTC)"Good..." he echos, fingers clearing the waistband to find new, unexplored skin to tease.
It's not an electric sizzle, maybe just a slow burn that makes an unexpected knot in his gut with the red flags getting progressively harder to ignore.
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Date: 2013-03-05 06:46 am (UTC)He leans against Face's shoulder again, breathing deeply and riding out the rush of new sensation.
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Date: 2013-03-05 06:51 am (UTC)Normally, that's a good sigh - a good, strong healthy sign that happy fun time is not only definitely on, but definitely going to a good thing.
Normally it wouldn't include his best friend's breath ragged against his ear and a flush of the rare occurrence of genuine Templeton Peck shame. It's not right. Not like this. Not when he's doing it even in part simply because he can.
He can't hurt Murdock like that.
"You don't..." he whispers, lowering his chin against the top of his friend's head. "Look... we should probably head back to camp before Hannibal comes looking for us."
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Date: 2013-03-05 06:57 am (UTC)"Can we just.. stay here like this for a minute?"
It wouldn't be the first time Hannibal's found them in the hammock together. And he needs that closeness, even if it doesn't lead to anything else.
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Date: 2013-03-05 07:00 am (UTC)"Yeah," he replies easily, as if things hadn't just gotten really weird there. As if he wasn't still physically ready to make good on the promise his kisses made. "Any time."
He swallows hard, slowly withdrawing his hand from the intriguing skin that he feels sleazy just touching. For a moment he's lost as to just what he can touch... where the line is... and settles on letting it rest almost innocently on Murdock's shoulder.
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Date: 2013-03-05 07:03 am (UTC)"That got weird, didn't it?"
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Date: 2013-03-05 07:07 am (UTC)"No! No, not at all. Just... things..." he laughs awkwardly, his eyes spotting the unopened beers before he says; "It's good."
He can't admit, even to himself fully, that he cares too much to do what's on his mind.
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Date: 2013-03-05 07:17 am (UTC)They do know each other better than anyone else, which is half the reason they're tripping over themselves with this whole business.
"Was nice while it lasted."
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Date: 2013-03-05 07:21 am (UTC)So he settles on an almost wistful; "Yeah... you're, uh... not a shabby kisser."
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Date: 2013-03-05 07:28 am (UTC)But he takes the compliment for the somewhat awkward gesture of affection that it is, offering a shadow of his usual grin.
"You're not too bad yourself."
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Date: 2013-03-05 07:31 am (UTC)Things can be comfortable again. It was just a thing that happened that they'll probably forget after their next near death experience - which is probably within the next 24 hours.
"Hey, I've made a career off that technique." He grins into the dirty hair under his lips, pressing a much smaller kiss without letting himself question exactly why he does.
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Date: 2013-03-05 07:37 am (UTC)But you don't do this with them, he tries to reassure himself.
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Date: 2013-03-05 07:41 am (UTC)Bets on later, rather than sooner.
"Thinking about throwing myself in the water before I bunk it." The water's not cold, but it'll give him a chance to tell the flesh to chill the fuck out before curling up on his cot.
Which happens to be sandwiched between the tent wall and Murdock.
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