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Blackberry Creme

Blackberry Creme
by
Val Thomas

Rating: NC-17
Pairings: F/M
Category: PWP
Disclaimer: The usual... I don't own 'em, I just like to play with 'em
Notes: This has already been posted to the a-slash so if it seems familiar, that's why
Warnings (if needed): Slash, consensual m/m sex


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Templeton Peck looked down disdainfully at the hand on his arm. Murdock had been acting like a child all day long and now he expected things to be all hunky dory again? No explanations, no apologies? He had another thought coming to him then!

"So Face, wanna go to Burger Heaven and get a burger or something?" the pilot asked ingenuously.

"No, I do *not* want to go to Burger Heaven, Murdock!" Face replied irritably.

"Aw, but it's my favorite place, Facey. Please?"

Face just glared.

"'Kay," Murdock said glumly, his face falling.

Templeton Peck sighed. He hated it when Murdock started sulking. Hannibal and BA always thought it was Face's fault when they quarreled, but sometimes the pilot just played too much. With those big brown eyes and that expressive face, Murdock was also pretty hard to resist when he was sad.

"Maybe we can go to that new French place around the corner?" Murdock suggested, trying one more time.

"I'm not hungry," Peck snapped.

"Okay, I was just trying to help." The lanky pilot picked up the crutches that Maggie had ordered him to use for at least the next week and hobbled toward the kitchen.

"Murdock, you're supposed to be resting! Get back to the couch," Face ordered.

"But Face, I'm *bored*! I just wanted to get a drink."

"What do you want? I'll get it for you."

"You're supposed to be resting too," Murdock answered, pointing at the bandage on Face's right wrist.

"A sprained wrist is less serious than a sprained ankle. Now what do you want to drink?"

"Whadya got?"

"There's orange juice, milk, and water."

"Nothing fun."

"
Well, next time you hurt yourself, give me some advance warning and I'll stock up on root beer or something!"


"What about that fancy coffee you like? The flavored stuff?"

"
I have some, umm, blackberry creme beans in the freezer," Face said after a moment's thought.


"Blackberry coffee? Now that's two things I'd never think of putting together. I grew up eating wild blackberries but never saw my granddad put 'em in his coffee."

"It's delicious. Would you like some?"

"Sounds better'n juice or milk or water, sure."

"Okay, give me a sec ..." He headed toward the kitchen. "Oh for crying out loud!"

"
What's the matter, Facey?" Murdock asked, hobbling to the kitchen.


"I can't use my right hand."

"Maybe I can help. As long as you don't need two good feet, I can do it."

Face sighed. "I hate feeling useless!"

Murdock put an arm around his friend. "I know you do, Facey. Now where's the stuff?"

"The beans are in the freezer; I can get those. The coffeemaker's in the cabinet over there. The grinder is attached to the coffeemaker so it takes two hands to pick it up." He grimaced, looking at his bandaged hand. "That lets me out."

"Howlin' Mad Murdock to the rescue!" Face laughed as Murdock dove toward the cabinet, a little of his earlier tension easing. "Okay, where do you want it?"

"Right here next to the outlet," Face pointed.

"Heck, I can't do anything with these darn crutches!" Murdock exclaimed.

"Let me give you a hand. Here, you use one crutch and I'll support this side of the coffeemaker with my left hand."

"How does it work?" Murdock asked, eying the machine suspiciously after they'd got it on the counter.

"You put the water in here, the beans here and press this button," Face started, measuring the beans and water carefully.

"Can I push the button?"

"Of course. Right here. That's it. Now the coffeemaker does the rest. After it grinds the beans, it heats the water to the right temperature and makes the coffee."

"Such suggestive words: grind, heat ..." Murdock grinned suggestively at his friend and sometime lover.

"I thought you were thirsty, Murdock?" Peck answered with a spuriously innocent smile.

"Oh, I am, but I think I can wait for the coffee. I want my cream separately." He licked his lips.

"Cream, huh? I'm all out, I'm afraid."

"I'm sure we can find something to substitute," Murdock announced.

"Murdock, I don't think ..."

The pilot silenced his friend with a kiss. With his free hand, he began tugging on the button of the other man's pants.

Face groaned as Murdock's free hand reached in to fondle his cock.

"How 'bout we take this into another room while the coffee's brewing?" Murdock whispered. All Face could do was nod. It had been a long time since they'd had a few moments alone to love each other.

Murdock had to let go of Face's growing erection but it seemed to Face that he could still feel his lover's hand caressing him. The pilot's dark eyes twinkled as he hobbled into the bedroom.

As soon as they reached the bed, Murdock began tugging at Face's clothes, anxious to get them off and get the drink he really wanted. Face helped as much as he could with his left hand, equally ready. As soon as the blond was stripped of his garments, Murdock pushed him back on the bed and kissed him. On the lips at first, then, with a knowing smile, he kissed each testicle and finally the base of the blond's now fully erect penis. Slowly, almost worshipfully, he began to lick his lover's erection, pausing once in a while to see the expression on the face he loved so much. Face's head was thrown back against the pillows, his left hand teasing a nipple. When he realized Murdock had stopped, he looked up, confusion in his eyes.

"Just wanted to see you, Facey," the pilot replied to the silent question. "I like to see you enjoying yourself. You *are* enjoying yourself, aren't you?"

In answer Face just smiled and nodded.

Murdock happily resumed his actions. After lavishing attention on the conman's erection, he turned to Face's balls, taking each one into his mouth in turn, giving each the same amount of attention. He'd explained to Face once that he had to be careful to do that so one wouldn't get jealous of the other. Face had laughed and allowed his lover to have his quirks.

After a few minutes of sucking gently on Face's testicles, Murdock returned his attention to the hard shaft that awaited him. He licked his lips before taking the head of his lover's cock into his mouth, gently teasing it with his tongue. Face bucked up as he felt that tongue lick the tiny slit on the end.

"Whoa there, big fella, let me take my time here," Murdock said with a happy grin.

"Murdock ..." Face moaned. He purred as his lover resumed his attentions. He hadn't realized how much he'd missed their semi-regular lovemaking. They'd been lovers off and on almost as long as they'd known each other. Murdock understood that they wouldn't be exclusive, even though he really wasn't happy about that part.

Face was called back to the present as Murdock slowly began to deep throat him, swallowing his erection inch by inch. It was an art Face had never mastered; he always choked when he tried.

Murdock looked up at his best friend, lost in the pleasure he was getting from the pilot. He smiled a little and began to hum. The vibrations sent Peck over the edge. He came with a shout of sheer joy. Murdock swallowed as much as he could, but there seemed to be even more than usual. While his friend lay still, recovering from his climax, Murdock licked him clean then moved up to snuggle with him a little.

"Thanks, Murdock," Face said simply.

It was enough for Murdock. He wrapped an arm around his lover and together they drifted off to sleep.

 

 


Blackberry Creme by Val Thomas

 

 


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