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One Rainy Day
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It had been a long day.
They were on their way home when they had engine trouble in Alabama. Rainy, dreary, wet, hot, sticky, Alabama.
B.A. had not been able to fix the van. He needed parts that would not be in until the mail ran tomorrow. They had gotten a motel room...one motel room for all of them. Some kind of softball tournament was going on in the small town and they had been lucky to get the room.
It had been a long day.
Murdock sighed and flopped down on one of the beds in the room. He watched the fan overhead and tried to make out the individual blades. The rain was falling at a moderate pace outside. No thunder, no lightning...just rain.
It reminded him of another rainy day. Back in Saigon...so many years ago...
He took a deep breath and continued to watch the fan as his thoughts drifted back to that one rainy day...
"Hard mission, Captain?"
Murdock looked down at his pants and smiled. "Well something's hard...I'm not sure if it's the mission."
A laugh. "Well, let's see if we can do something about that."
He closed his eyes and listened to the rain fall outside the window. He felt his pants being unbuttoned and slipped off. He gasped at the cool air.
"Easy Captain. I'll warm you back up."
Murdock sighed deeply as he felt the lips on his. Warm, soft, lips. Lips that knew how he liked it. How he wanted it. The hands traced the lines of his arms, his chest, down his stomach, and traced all around the spot he wanted them to touch the most. From somewhere, he heard a dog barking and a lady hollering angrily in Vietnamese. "Sounds like the natives are restless," he murmured.
"They can stay restless a little longer." The hands reached around and grasped his ass.
He lifted up off the bed and moaned. "You're killing me."
"There are worse ways to go, Captain." The lips blazed a trail down his neck, to his stomach and finally to his erection. The lips hovered above his throbbing cock and breathed hard. From far away, he heard his lover say words that made him even harder than he already was.
"Things haven't been the same since you came into my life. You found a way to touch my soul, and I'm never ever going to let you go. It took me much too long to understand how it could be. Until you shared your secret with me."
With those words, the voice engulfed Murdock.
Murdock moaned and ran his hands through his lover's hair. He felt the mouth make love to him. The tongue was hot and wet and made him shiver with pure delight. He was close. He could come at any time. This was the only thing he was sure of.
He felt his lover ease back up his body and whisper softly in his ear, "Something's coming over me. Mmmmmm. My baby's got a secret."
Murdock exhaled slowly and felt a tongue slip between his teeth. The kiss was hard and wanting. He adjusted and felt his lover on top of him, riding him. Slow and easy movements for maximum pleasure. He lifted his own hips in response, trying to delve deeper. Finally finding his lover's pleasure spot.
Giving all that he was in return taking.
They came together in the small hotel room overlooking Saigon. The rain still fell softly outside as the room filled with the sounds of heavy breathing and moans of pleasure. Neither one had the strength to move.
Murdock felt a draft as his lover stood up and walked across the room. Murdock opened his eyes and watched as his lover pulled a cigarette out of a pack and lit it. After taking two drags of the cigarette, it was put in Murdock's mouth for him to enjoy. Murdock took a drag off the cigarette and watched as his lover dressed. "I love you."
"I love you too."
"When can I see you again?", Murdock asked.
A slow smile spread across his lover's face. "Anytime you want, flyboy. Anytime you want."
The door shut softly and Murdock laid back down on the bed, finishing his cigarette, thinking of all that had just transpired in this dark, dank hotel room in the middle of hell.
"Captain! Captain! Hey Murdock!"
He didn't remember Hannibal being in Saigon at that time.
"Captain! Captain! Hey Murdock! Wake up!"
Murdock quickly sat up in bed to find the other three guys in the room looking at him. Hannibal had an amused look on his face, B.A. was out right giggling, and Face looked like he was trying to swallow a grin.
Murdock could feel his cheeks grow red as Hannibal asked, "Well, was she good?"
He looked down at the wet spot on his pants and quickly grabbed a pillow as he stood up. "My God! Haven't you ever had a wet dream before?" he asked angrily.
He could hear the others collapse in laughter as he slammed the bathroom door. He splashed his face with cold water and leaned against the sink. He sighed and started the shower.
He stepped out of the cold shower and listened closely. Apparently, they had decided to go to dinner without him. He breathed a sigh of relief, wrapped the towel around his waist, and stepped out into the motel room. He came up short at the sight of Face sitting in a chair in the corner reading a book. "What are you still doing here?" he asked angrily.
Face looked up from the book and studied the pilot for a minute before answering. "Thought you might like some company."
"Well, you thought wrong."
Face closed the book and crossed the room to stand in front of Murdock. "What were you dreaming about anyway?"
"Doesn't matter," Murdock muttered as he pulled away from the blue eyed gaze.
Murdock turned and looked him straight in the eye. "I was thinking about one rainy day a long time ago. In Saigon of all places. Now can we drop it?"
"Sure," Face agreed. "Let's drop it."
"Good," Murdock said, anger still prominent in his voice. He turned to get a pair of boxers out of his duffel bag and felt his towel loosen and fall away. He gasped at the cool air and turned in surprise to see Face standing there...holding the towel, with a hungry look in his eyes.
"I say we start with dropping this, and then we'll see where it goes from there."
Murdock swallowed hard as Face dropped to his knees in front of him. He grabbed Face's shoulders to steady himself as Face took him in his mouth. Face swirled his tongue around the head and then let his mouth engulf Murdock's hardening cock. He stood up and looked Murdock in the eyes. Silently he led him over to the bed and pushed him down onto the covers. He stepped back and divested himself of his own clothes and laid down beside the pilot.
"Face....what...what is going on?"
Face smiled and whispered the words he had said so many years ago, "Things haven't been the same since you came into my life." He entwined his hands with Murdock's and straddled the startled man. Face smiled and continued. "You found a way to touch my soul, and I'm never ever going to let you go." He punctuated each word with a kiss. He looked at Murdock, his eyes deep blue with passion. "It took me much too long to understand how it could be." He leaned over Murdock and let their erections touch. Murdock gasped and involuntarily thrust towards Face. The con man smiled and whispered into the pilot's ear. "Until you shared your secret with me."
Murdock swallowed again and said shakily, "I thought we agreed...never on a mission..."
Face smiled softly, "I say we make an exception this one time. Unless you don't want to."
Murdock groaned with passion and reached up to capture Face's mouth with his own. They kissed hungrily and rolled over on the bed. Face started at Murdock's forehead and kissed down his face, his neck, he stopped at his chest to tease his nipples. When they had turned hard, he continued to mark a trail down to the pilot's stomach, and finally...
"OH GOD!!!!!" Murdock moaned loudly. "OH FACE!!!! YOU"RE KILLING ME!!!"
Face grinned and looked at Murdock. "There are worse ways to go, Captain."
Murdock forced Face back up to his mouth, rolled him over onto his back, and kissed him with wild abandonment everywhere he could. He fumbled for a tube of lube and eased one finger into Face. When he felt Face relax, he inserted another, stretching the con man.
Face moaned and touched Murdock everywhere he could reach him. He rolled back over and straddled the pilot again, this time easing down on him.
Murdock's eyes widened in surprise and waited for Face to get comfortable. He and Face hadn't tried this position in years. Face smiled and started a rhythm as old as time. Murdock thrust up to meet each of his strokes. Murdock let out a groan and came in Face's most sacred place. Face whimpered in passion and followed a few strokes later.
They laid on the bed for a few minutes, breathing hard and listening to the rain outside. Face finally disentangled himself and walked across the motel room. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one, taking two drags off of it before handing it to Murdock.
As Murdock lay on the bed watching Face get dressed, he said softly to his lover, "I love you, Lieutenant."
Face stopped getting dressed and looked at the man on the bed. "I love you too, Captain."
"When can I see you again?" Murdock teased his lover.
Face grinned and teased back. "I tell you what, flyboy. There's a nice beach house waiting for us when we get home. You better be in my bed as soon as we get there."
Murdock laughed. "Yes sir." He gave a lazy salute, much to the amusement of Face.
As Murdock got dressed, Face thought back on the years that had passed since that day in Saigon. There had been hard times, but somehow they had survived. He knew instinctively it was because of the love they shared. Face watched as his lover's muscles flexed as he put on his t-shirt and grinned. "One day, we're going to have to tell Hannibal and B.A."
"So was the real thing as good as your dream?"
"No." Murdock turned and grinned at Face's stunned expression. "It was better."
The two lovers laughed and went to join the other two members of the team for dinner.
For some reason, they were both real hungry.
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