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By Jullian Gray
Warning: Slash H/F, language
Summary: Face gets back at Hannibal for the injuries he's caused during the ball game.
Takes place after Foul
Special Thanks to Jenny for fixing my mistakes!
'How did I get myself into that?' Face sighed as he looked down at his ruined dress Pants. 'No, I didn't do anything.' He corrected himself as he looked over at his lover. 'Hannibal got me into it.'
"You were great out there, Face." Hannibal smiled over at his lover when he noticed the younger man looking at him. "You looked just like you did when you were younge..."
"Don't you dare say it Hannibal!" Face growled.
"I was just saying that you still have a great game."
"Hmm." Face frowned as he turned to look out the car window.
"Come on kid you looked great out there."
"The key word is looked." The blonde looked at his face in the car's mirror, dried blood on his temple, a large bruise blossoming across his jaw. "At least I didn't loose any teeth this time." Face sighed again as he picked at the dried blood.
"Face, I'm sorry, I didn't realize that the boy would..."
"All I wanted to do was have a nice dinner out with you." Face cut Hannibal off as he turned off to look over at him "That's all I wanted, just me and you in a nice quiet restaurant."
Hannibal glance over at Face and felt his heart break as he saw the hurt in his lover's blue-green eyes. Reaching out he took Face's hand in his, "I'll make it up to you. I promise."
"Sure." Face pulled his hand out of Hannibal's as he turned his body
away from his Colonel.
"I'm just tired." Face flashed a quick smile over at Hannibal, but the older man knew his lover too well. Face was more than tired. He was upset, and hurt and it was all because of him. He tried several times to get Face to talk to him but all he got were one syllable answers, eventually he gave up and they drove the rest of the way home in silence.
As soon as the car pulled into the driveway, Face got out and went into the house, not bothering to look back at his lover.
Hannibal shook his head as he got out of the car, "Yeah, you screwed up this time Smith." Hannibal cursed himself as he went into the house. As he entered he noticed something strange. Face's suit coat was lying on the floor in the middle of the entryway. Bending down, he picked it up and draped the jacket over his arm.
"Face." Hannibal called out as he made his way toward the staircase. At the base of the stairs was Face's tie. Hannibal picked up the tie and laid it on the top of the jacket.
At the top of the stairs he found his lover's shirt,
also discarded on the floor. "Come on kid, talk to me." As he
walked down the hall he noticed Face's shoes and a few feet later he found his
socks. Just before he opened the bedroom door, he saw his lover's torn pants.
Stepping into the bedroom, he saw Face's silk boxers in the middle of the room.
Moving farther into the room he heard water running in the master bathroom. A smile crossed Hannibal's lips as he move to the door and pushed it open. What he saw made his heart beat faster. Face was standing in the shower, water streaming over his head and down his body. Hannibal took in the sight before him: the blonde hair, the perfectly toned, and tanned muscular body. The older man shook his head in wonder; what Face saw in him he would never know.
At first Hannibal was content to just watch Face shower, but it wasn't long before he felt to need to touch the golden hair and silky skin. He could feel his erection growing as he thought about running his hands up and down Face's body. He was just making his way over to the shower when Face shut off the water and stepped out.
"All yours." Face flashed Hannibal a quick smile as he grabbed a towel off the rack and walked past.
Hannibal turned to watch Face as he began to dry himself off, then climb into the bed naked, pulling the blankets over him. Hannibal looked at the shower then back at the bedroom where his lover was stretched out under the covers. Hannibal threw down Face's clothes before quickly stripping out of his own; he climbed into bed beside Face. A smiled formed on his lips as his hand moved to rest on Face's chest. The same smile quickly disappeared when Face rolled over on his side turning his back to him.
"Night, Hannibal." Face mumbled as he pulled the blankets more securely around his shoulders.
"Night?" Hannibal looked at his partner in complete disbelief.
"Sorry." Face turned over, kissed Hannibal on the cheek then rolled back over.
"Tem" Hannibal growled.
"Yes?" Face turned his head to look at his lover, innocence shining on his face and in his voice.
"What do you think you are doing?"
"Going to sleep."
"You're being a tease." Hannibal growled again.
"Am I?" Face cocked his head to one side as if thinking about what he was doing.
"You know damn well that you have me so hot and frustrated right now it's not funny."
Face looked directly into his lover's blue eyes as an evil grin crossed his perfect mouth. "You ever get me into a situation like you did tonight, I'll make it sure there isn't enough water in the
Pacific Ocean to cool you down."
"Don't Tem me." Face shifted so he was once again lying on his side, his back to Hannibal. "How would you like to go a month without touching?"
"You wouldn't dare."
"Try me." Face pulled the blankets up farther around himself so only the top of his head was sticking out.
Hannibal closed his eyes. He tried to imagine going a month without making love to Face, not being able to hold him in his arms. He shook his head; there was no way he could do it. From the first time he had seen Face, he'd had an overwhelming desire to touch him, even if it was nothing more than putting his hand on the younger man shoulder.
"Face, I'm sorry."
"Damn it John," Face sat up and glared at him. "That's the problem! You're always sorry after the fact. Well I'm tired of my body cashing the checks your mouth writes!"
"Tem." Hannibal reached out for Face, but the younger man pushed his hand away.
"No, not this time. I love you, but I can't take it." Face closed his eyes and lowered his head. "I can't. I'm tired... I feel every little...my body doesn't..." Face stumbled over the words for a minute before he finally took a deep breath and looked Hannibal in the eyes. "I'm getting old, John."
Hannibal studied Face closely for a few minutes. The kid had always taken care of himself, and he still looked damn good, but there was no mistaking it. He wasn't the young teen that he had first met in Nam.
"You're still beautiful." Hannibal whispered as he reached out to stroke Face's cheek.
"John, you don't understand."
"Face, I'm old enough to be your father," Hannibal smiled as he moved his hand up so he could run his fingers through the silky blonde hair. "I know all about the aches and pains you're feeling, and I have some bad news for you kid. They're only going to get worse as you get older."
"Hannibal, you're not that old." Face smiled as he reached out to touch his lover's shoulder.
"And neither are you." Hannibal smile widened as Face blushed. "What are you now kid, 32, 33?" Hannibal began to chuckle as his lover's face turned a darker shade of red.
"Bullshit, you weren't even 20 when you came to the base. Hell Face, you weren't over 18."
"I...I …was....that's not the point!" Face pulled away from his lover, his voice starting to rise as he realized that Hannibal was turning the subject back on him. "This is about how you like to start crap and have me finish it!"
"Yes. I'm sorry that I get you into things, and I will try harder to keep my mouth shut."
Face stared at his Colonel for a minute, slowly a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. Face began to shake his head as the first chuckle escaped. "You couldn't change it you wanted to." Face stopped laughing as he sighed deeply. "Which I guess works out, since I wouldn't want you any other way."
Realizing that Face was letting him off the hook, Hannibal reached out and pulled the blonde into his arms. Leaning over he kissed Face softly. "Love you, kid."
"Love you too, John." Face kissed him back, then shifted out of Hannibal's arms and lay down on the bed. "But I'm still not putting out until I get my suit replaced and dinner at the restaurant of my choice."
"Night, Colonel." Face rolled over with a smile plastered across his face as he heard Hannibal groan in frustration.
Hannibal looked down at Face and moaned. "Tem?"
"Yeah?" Face's smile widened as he pulled the blankets around his shoulders.
"What time do the stores open on Rodeo Drive, and would you settle for breakfast?"
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