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The Summer of 1973
By Jullian Gray
Summary: A few days in the life of
Warning: Slash, language, sex, violence, mention of rape.
Special Thanks to Shee.
It had only been six short months ago that they had been
locked up in
As soon as they came into the prison they were separated,
each one being kept in a different cellblock. Hannibal and BA quickly put out
word that no one was to lay a hand on their Lieutenant and that anyone who took
any liberty with the blonde would have to deal with them. And while they were
sure that most of the inmates would abide by their word to leave Face alone,
A week into their captivity
During Face's two week long stay in solitary
When they finally brought Face to his cell after his
Late that first night Face had woke screaming,
Now looking down at the man in his arms,
"You are way too young to be anywhere near that
'Barely nineteen, tops' he sighed.
Instantly Face's eyes popped open, and the fear
"Easy Tem, it's just me." He whispered as he reassured Face.
"Hannibal?" Face's voice wavered as he fought to focus his eyes.
"That's right kid."
"What's wrong?" Face
tried to sit up but
Seeing the relief in the younger man's blue-green eyes,
"But you will be home tonight?"
The emotion in those six words pulled at Hannibal's heart so hard that it hurt.
"Yeah kid, I'll be home." He leaned forward and kissed Face again. "It may be late, but I promise you I'll be home."
Face nodded as he snuggled into the older man's side, Hannibal chuckled as he hugged Face tightly for a minute.
"I guess you didn't hear me kid, I said I have to get up."
"Just stay a few more minutes please." Face begged. "Just till I go back to sleep."
"All right Tem."
"Thank you." Face sighed contently as he buried his head into Hannibal's shoulder.
It didn't take long before Face was back asleep but
Face woke a few hours later; he reached out to touch his lover, but when his hand encountered the cold sheet he frowned and opened his eyes. Sitting up in the bed the sheet pooled around his waist as he stretched his arms above his head, the joints in his back popping. Suddenly he stopped in mid-stretch and his frown deepened when he remembered Hannibal's earlier conversation about going to work and not coming home until late tonight.
Sighing deeply he decided to make the best out of the day,
if nothing else he could at least go down to the beach. Climbing out of bed he
stretched again before going to the bathroom, once he had showered he stood in
front of the mirror and considered shaving. As he ran his hand over his still
smooth cheeks and chin he shook his head and laughed.
"Maybe when I hit twenty." Face smiled at his reflection before leaving the bathroom.
Going back to the bedroom, Face made up the bed and straightened up before going into the living room. Making his way toward the kitchen Face picked up Hannibal's socks and carried the soiled clothing to the laundry room just off the kitchen.
Face smiled when entered the kitchen and noticed there were two pieces of bread in the toaster along with a coffee mug sitting next to the coffee maker. Knowing that the coffee maker was ready to go Face turned it on before moving over to the toaster to press the button. A few minutes later he was sitting at the table reading the financial section of the paper while drinking a cup of fresh coffee and eating a piece of plain toast.
When he was finished Face cleaned up the kitchen and the rest of the apartment before going back to the bedroom to change into a pair of faded blue jeans and a black t-shirt. Once he checked himself out in the mirror and was satisfied with what he saw Face grabbed his keys off the dressed and headed out of the apartment.
He didn't really have any true plans for the day, but he figured he'd find something to get into.
'Stay away from the university.' Hannibal's warning rang in his ears.
Face sighed as he turned in a different direction, it had
only been a week ago when the couple had been walking across the campus and had
come across a bunch of protesters. The two had kept on walking trying their
best to ignore their chanting, but when one of them started to yell that the American
It had taken
A cold chill ran down his spine despite the warm sun that
was beating down on him. No he would do as his lover asked and stay away from
the university and the students with their radical views. He had defended his
country, and there was no shame in that. As
Working his way down the LA streets it wasn't long before Face found himself on the beach. He walked farther down toward the surf and sat down in the sand, he flashed a quick smile at a couple of young girls who walked by him. His smile widened when they giggled and waved at him, Face blew a quick kiss at them and winked. It wasn't long before they came back down the beach drinking sodas and giggling as they walked toward him. He smiled again when they plopped down beside him in the sand the red head handing him an extra soda she had been hiding behind her back.
An hour later he waved good-bye to them as he headed off the beach, their phone numbers stuffed in his pocket. He made his way down to the boardwalk and past several shops until he came to a pool hall. Putting on his best collage boy innocent face he went inside and played a few bad games. When the two amateur hustlers tried to hustle him he let them for the first three games, he won the games he was suppose to win, then he lost a few before he began to win again until he tapped the hustlers almost dry. He could have easily won everything they had in their pockets, but he knew it would be better to let them keep some money so they could hustle the next poor sap that came through the door.
With his winnings stuffed down in his right front pocket
Face made his way to a tobacco shop a few miles from the apartment he shared
"Hey Paul how are you doing?" Face asked as he sat down on one of the stools beside the display case as he watched the old white haired man approach him
"Templeton, where have you been?" Paul made his way over to the younger man and sat down on the other side of the counter across from him. "Heck boy, it's been almost two weeks since you've been here. That old man of yours isn't locking you away from the world is he?"
"No Paul," Face picked up a cigar from one of the many displays on the counter. "He's good to me, I couldn't ask for anyone better."
"He ever gives you any trouble you let me know and I'll straighten him out." Paul punched the air in front of him a few times.
Face put down the cigar so he could rest his hands on the old man's arm "I will Paul I promise."
Face loved the old man like a father, aside from Father Magill; Paul was one of the few positive male role models Face had during his early childhood. Face had meet Paul Westby when he was only 6 years old. He had gotten separated from a group of other kids on a outing to the boardwalk. Face still wasn't sure how it had happened, one minute he was watching a sea gull circled over the ocean and the next he was standing on the boardwalk alone. He had tried to find the group but couldn't, as the sun started to go down he began to get cold and scared. The shadows were growing longer and more menacing; the first tears began to roll down his cheeks when a blonde haired man came up to him.
"Hey little fellow, what're you crying for?"
He knew he wasn't supposed to talk to strangers but what was he going to do.
"I can't find the Father."
Paul Westby thought it was a strange way to say you couldn't find your dad but heck kids these days were different from when he grew up.
"Where was the last place you saw him?"
"I don't know?" Face looked around, "Nothing looks right."
The tears were starting to fall faster and Westby decided he had to do something soon. In half an hour it would be dark and he very well couldn't leave the small boy alone.
"Have you had anything to eat?" Paul asked.
The boy only shook his head as he hung his head down.
Squatting down Paul put his finger under the boy's chin and tilted his head up. "Well how about we do this, see that hamburger stand over there?"
The boy looked around him and nodded is head.
"Good, why don't we go over there and I'll buy us something to eat, and we can sit there and see if your Father finds you." Paul took out his handkerchief and wiped away the tears. "When we're done if he hasn't found you we'll go to my shop and I'll call someone who can help us alright?"
Standing up Paul held out his hand for the boy, at first the blonde just looked at him unsure.
"I'm not supposed to go with strangers." The boy's voice trembled.
"Well that's easy, my name is Paul Westby and I own a cigar shop just a few blocks from here." Paul smiled. "Now what is your name?"
"Good now that we know each other's names we're no longer strangers."
"Come on buddy, I'll get you anything you want to eat, my treat."
Slowly the boy put his hand in the big man's and allowed himself to be lead over to the hamburger stand.
By the time Father Maghil found
"Alvin, thank God." Father Maghil scoped the boy up into his arms and hugged him tightly before pulling him back so he could scold him. "Do you have any idea how worried I was about you?"
Realizing now why the boy had called the other man Father, Paul stood up and took off his hat.
"Father, I don't mean any disrespect, but the boy really has been through enough."
Father Maghil turned an eye on the man and looked him over. "And you are sir?"
"My name is Paul Westby; I
own a shop a few blocks away, I found
"So you decided to feed him out of the kindness of your heart?" Father Maghil frowned.
"No sir, I mean yes sir…." Paul took a deep breath and started over. "Look I figured the boy's family would come back and look for him, and the best way for someone lost to be found is to sit still and wait." When Father Maghil nodded Paul continued. "The boy was scared and I figured the best way to take his mind off of being lost was to feed him. Besides the tables are right here out in the open where he can be seen. Paul spread his hands. "I mean you did find him didn't you?"
Father Maghil closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he said a silent prayer to God for blessing the boy with good luck for once in his young life.
"I'm sorry Mr. Westby it's just that I don't often see the best that people have to offer." The priest held out his hand to the other man. "Thank you for taking care Alvin."
"You're welcome Father." Paul looked back at the blonde haired boy who was watching the exchange between the two of them. "Do you think he could at finish his ice cream, I promised him he could have it if he ate his hamburger."
"Sure." Father Maghil
"Thank you sir."
From that day forward Paul would come and visit
"Earth to Templeton." Paul waved his hands in front of the young man.
"Sorry, I was just thinking about some things I needed to do later."
"Uh huh." Paul smiled. "So how may of those nonexistent Cubans are you needing today?"
"I figure a box will last him, if you have them to spare." Face knew that Paul sold the cigars to him at cost and he didn't want to put the old man out.
"For you young'en I can spare them." Paul moved to the back of the shop and went into the humidor he came back a few minutes later with a cigar box wrapped in brown paper.
"Thanks Paul." Face pulled the cash out of his front pocket and paid the older man for the cigars. Looking at the ample amount of cash he had left Face considered what he had left to do for the day and smiled. "Hey Paul how about a burger and a fudge Sundae, my treat?"
Paul thought about telling the boy he had work to do but then decided to hell with it. He didn't know how many more years the good Lord would grant him on this earth and he might as well enjoy them with people he loved.
"Anything you want." Face laughed as he followed the old man to the front door of the cigar shop.
It was almost 7:00pm when Face left Paul at his cigar shop and started toward home, he watched as the sky began to darken as it threatened to rain on him, but he really didn't care, he was feeling on top of the world at this moment in time.
A few blocks from home the heavens opened up and the rain
poured down on him. Face tucked the cigars in close to his body and began to
jog toward the apartment. However by the time Face reached the apartment he was
soaked to the bone and was feeling a slight chill. After putting the cigars in
the small humidor he had bought
Face smiled as he wrapped Hannibal's slightly worn blue bathrobe around him, then headed for the living room lying down on the couch he dozed back off watching a black and white movie.
Stepping back from the couch
When he was finished with his shower
"Relax kid, it's just me."
"Hannibal, what time is it?"
"It's about 10:30 or so."
"Not bad, I went down to the boardwalk, stopped by Paul's
shop and got you a box of cigars. I hope you don't mind that I took him out for
lunch." Face asked as he looked up at
"How did you know?" Face started to sit up, but
"It's not too hard to figure out kid,"
"My wet cloths," Face twisted in his lover's arms so he could see his lover's face better. "I'm sorry..."
"Hush, I picked them up."
"But, how do you know I went to a pool hall?" Face asked again as he shifted, moving to lie down on the couch, using his lover's thigh as a pillow.
Hannibal's hand moved to the blonde hair, his finger's
carding the through the silky strands. "It's pretty easy kid, I left you a
hundred dollars on the dresser this morning, there has to be at least a
thousand there now." When Face started to open his mouth,
Face could only nod since
"Now you aren't working on any big cons are you?"
Face shook his head no.
"And you didn't rob a bank now did you?"
Another shake of the blonde head as a smile formed under the Colonel's fingertips.
"So that leaves two things, you're either lying to me
about having a con, or since you were on the boardwalk you went to a pool hall
and scored some quick cash off a couple of suckers."
"I would never lie to you, you know that."
"Not about anything important." Face corrected quickly.
"I know you wouldn't kid."
"I conned a couple of pool sharks at a pool hall down on the boardwalk." Face sighed.
"Stay away from the pool halls…"
"John, I'm not a little kid." Face tried to sit up
"I never said you were."
"I know how to take care of myself, it's not like I
didn't grow up on the…" Face stopped as
"Please go on." Hannibal's smile widened as the blush crept up his lover's face.
"Never mind." Face turned onto his side so he
could look at the TV, even though he couldn't see his lover he knew
"Almost had you didn't I?"
"Hmm." Was the only reply he got.
Deciding that he had aggravated the younger man enough
"Some Joan Crawford movie was on earlier," Face answered as he fought back a yawn. "I don't know what it is now?"
"I'm going to have to go in early tomorrow."
Face turned so he could look up at his lover, his blue-green eyes sad. "I thought you guys were going to get a break from filming until next week. We were going to go and try to see Murdock tomorrow, remember."
"I know Tem, but it started to rain this this evening, and it ruined the lighting, I'll make it up to you, I promise."
'Well now don't you feel about two inches tall.'
Face only shrugged this time, not even bothering to look at him.
"I don't understand why I can't just go by myself." Face sat up so fast he almost lost some of his hair to Hannibal's closed fingers.
"We've been through this kid, it's…"
"You don't trust me!"
"I keep telling you, Murdock and I are just friends,"
Face was becoming agitated as he glared at his lover. "That's all
"Templeton that's enough,"
"You know he's still in bad shape."
"I know, I know, it's just..."
"You miss him; I know that kid, but I don't want you going there by yourself."
"I could get BA to go with…"
"Tem." The warning in the older man's voice made him stop.
"Alright." Face sighed knowing he had lost. "How about we go to bed?" Face asked as a sly smile spread across his lips.
As soon as the two of them were on their feet
"Don't you do it?" Face warned as he tried to pull out of the older man's grip.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about."
"You mean this?"
"Put me down." Face protested as he squirmed to get free from his lover's shoulder.
"Oww, stop it." Face
tried to twist, but
The Colonel quickened his pace; he managed to get into the
bedroom just as Face got loose. Before Face could get completely free
When Face was finally gasping for air and begging for mercy
"You know I've been meaning to ask you something?"
"Hmm?" Face smiled as he rose up so he could meet his lover's lips.
After the kiss
"I got caught out in the rain when I was coming home, so I took a bath."
"I needed something to wear when I got out."
"I missed you." Face whispered, the blush once again returning to his cheeks.
"I missed you too."
"Really?" Face looked up into his lover's bright blue eyes.
"Really." Leaning down he capture Face lips again,
Face paced around the apartment, he was bored out of his
skull, and he didn't know what to do. He didn't feel like going to the
boardwalk after yesterday and
Face walked over to the TV, turned it on before he flopped down on the couch, his fingers immediately began to drum on the armrest. Face managed to watch about two minutes of a soap opera before it was too much for him. Jumping back up to his feet he began to pace again, after another few minutes he grabbed his jacket. If nothing else he could at least take a walk. It wasn't long however before he found himself standing outside of the VA where Murdock was being kept.
'Turn around and go back home.' A little voice in the back of his mind warned. 'There is a reason the Colonel doesn't want you here.'
"What could it hurt?" Face muttered to himself.
'You could end up back in prison if you get caught.' The voice replied.
"I'll be careful."
This time the voice was quiet, Face didn't know if that was a good sign or not. With a couple of quick smiles, some flirting and a lot of begging Face was allowed to see his "brother".
"Just a few minutes," The nurse smiled at him "He's not doing to well today."
"Thanks." Face smiled at the nurse who let him into the room. "I just wanted to see him so I could tell everyone at home he was doing alright."
"That's so sweet." The nurse patted his cheek, before turning to leave.
Once she was out of the room Face turned to look over at the bed where his best friend was sitting. When the door shut the pilot's head popped up his unfocused eyes searching the room.
"Hey pal, how are you doing?" Face began to talk to the other man as he slowly approached the bed.
Murdock tilted his head to the side and studied Face, but didn't say anything.
"Sorry it's been so long since I've come to visit, but you know how the Colonel can be."
Again all Face got for a response was a pair of staring brown eyes.
"So have you been doing anything fun? I heard the nurse say something about you were going to be able to go outside soon. Won't that be great you can get some fresh air and see the sky…?"
Anything else Face was going to say was cut off when Murdock started yelling in Vietnamese, launching himself at the blonde. The two men crashed into the wall, Face gave a strangled scream as his right shoulder popped out of its socket when he hit the large shelf behind him. Before Face could react to defend himself the pilot grabbed him around the throat and shoved him hard, the two of them fell to the floor; Face's head bounced as it impacted the hard surface, stars flashed behind his eyes. As Murdock applied more pressure to his throat Face brought his own hands up, he tried to peel the pilot's fingers off his neck, but this only cause Murdock to squeeze harder. Face knew other ways to make the pilot let go but he didn't want to hurt his best friend.
"Murdock…please…it's… me Face…" he tried to choke out but the other man's fingers tightened to the point he couldn't breathe at all. Face was becoming desperate to draw in a breath, he could see black spots floating across his vision and the edges were starting to turn gray.
Just as he was sure he was going to lose consciousness he could suddenly breathe again. He could hear people around him yelling and the sounds of a struggle.
"You're going to be alright." He felt someone touch his forehead and he instantly jerked back away from the hands, as he fought to refocuses his eyes on the nurse kneeling beside him on the floor.
"It's alright, everything is going to be alright, your brother just had a bad episode, and we're going to have to sedate him. We're going to help you out of here and have a doctor check you out. Alright?"
Face nodded as two orderlies helped him to his feet; both men quickly grabbed a hold of him as he began to sway.
"Please help him to exam room number two; I'll go get one of the doctors."
As the two orderlies helped him out of the room, Face glanced back at his best friend. Murdock was now in a straight jacket, restrained to his bed, his eyes darting around the room as he continued to mumble in Vietnamese.
"I…sorry…" he croaked out through his bruised throat.
"You don't have to be sorry for anything," One of the orderlies explained as he helped Face out of the room. "This is just a bad day, he gets like this sometimes, hell he almost killed a white haired guy a month ago."
'Not white, silver.' Face thought as he felt numbness settle into his brain
The orderlies helped Face to an exam room, and then sat him down in a chair.
"You want one of us to stay with you till a doc can get in here?" one of them asked.
"Nah, I'll be alright." Face flashed a quick smile before leaning back in the seat and closing his eyes.
'Why the hell didn't I just listen to
Feeling something tickling the back of his neck Face reached around and swiped at it, when he felt something wet against his fingers he brought his hand back and looked at it and saw blood.
'Why didn't I just stay away? Why didn't I just listen to
Knowing that he had to get out of the VA before the authorities were called, Face staggered to his feet. Moving over to a large supply locker he placed his shoulder against the side, took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
Every since the POW camp his shoulder seemed to dislocate easier than it should, though now he seemed to be able to get it back in place with out help, if that was a good or bad thing he still wasn't sure. Face released the breath he was holding, inhaled again before he slammed his shoulder against the side locker. Face heard the load pop just before the white hot pain flared through the joint. He fought against the pain until it subsided into a dull ache, when he could move again he began to search the room for something to stop his bleeding head.
A quick search in a supply cabinet turned up several packs of gauze. Grabbing a couple of pieces he pressed them to the back of his tender head, winching at the pressure he had to use to stop the bleeding. Moving to the door Face opened it a crack, seeing no one in the hallway he slipped out, a few minutes later he was out of the building.
Face walked around the streets for a few hours not knowing
what to do, he didn't want to go back home, he couldn't take being in the
apartment by himself right now. Part of him wanted to go to the studio and
He arrived several hours later angry beyond words, hot from
walking and in excruciating pain from his injuries. Getting onto the studio
property was no problem for him even in his current condition. However it took
him almost an hour to get from the front of the lot to where
"Come on John, just one drink."
"Sorry Bobby, I need to get going."
"What do you have a hot date tonight?"
"You might say that."
"Yeah?" Bobby raised his eyebrow. "Can she do
this?" Closing the distance between them Bobby kissed
"Is this why you have to work late?" Face snarled, his anger rising to the point he could barely contain it.
"Face, it's not what it looks like."
Bobby turned to look at the young blonde haired man standing beside John. He was quite a good looking guy Bobby had to admit, with his blonde hair, tan skin and his bright blue-green eyes, but he seemed awful young to be with John, he couldn't have been more than a teenager.
"Well aren't you cute." Bobby smiled at Face. "Does your mommy know you're out this late?"
"Fuck you." Face growled
as he turned to look at
"No." Face shook his head as he began to back away. "No" he repeated as he turned on his heals and ran.
"He's my partner."
"He's a boy." Bobby laughed as he slid a piece of paper in Hannibal's shirt pocket. "Here's my address when you decided to stop playing with little boys."
"I'm such a fool." Face thought as he as he ran out of the studio and across the executive parking lot. "Why did I let him in, why did I trust him, why did I believe him all these years?"
When Face kept walking
"Damn it kid, you're going to stop and listen to me!"
"What happened to you baby?"
"Leave me alone." Face moaned his voice hardly a
whisper as he tried to get away from
"Leave me alone." Face repeated as he struggled to get out of Hannibal's grip as the older man opened the car door and forced him to sit down in the passenger's seat.
"Look kid …"
"I trusted you." Face continued to struggle and nearly passed out when his right shoulder hit the back of the seat.
"Now you listen to me right now young man…"
"No you listen to me!" Face snapped as he pushed Hannibal away. "I'm not some child, I'm almost ninetee…" Face stopped when he realized what he was about to say. "You lied to me, when I trusted you!"
"Alright I heard you, you think that I was cheating on
you, you've made that loud and clear."
"Then why didn't you tell me about Murdock?"
"You lied to me John," Face glared at
"I told you not to go to the VA without me."
"Because you lied to me!"
"Face, can we please go home and discuss this?"
"No!" Face snapped as he tried to get out of the car.
"Look kid, I really don't want to have it out with you in the parking lot, I'll be more than happy…"
"That works out just fine because I don't want to talk
to you at all, now let me out of this car!" Face yelled as he shoved
"No, you're not
"Let go of me!" Face protested as he pushed against Hannibal's chest.
"It's the same damn thing!" Face protested as he tried to get free.
"No it's not." When Face shot him a dirty look he
amended his statement. "Alright, I should have told you that he wasn't
doing very well, but what good would it have done?" When Face turned to
Face closed his eyes as a sob escaped. "He thought I was one of them….Oh God John, how could he think I was one of them?"
"I know it hurts baby."
"Just a bump on the head." Face sighed as he sunk deeper into the older man's arms.
'Little bumps don't bleed like this.'
"How about we go home?" he whispered into Face's ear.
"Kay." Face whispered, though he made no effort to move out of Hannibal's arms. He was emotionally and physically spent, and right now the only thing that was keeping him from breaking down was his lover's strong embrace.
"Face, we're home."
Face opened his eyes and looked up at his lover. "Home?"
"Come on baby."
An hour later Face was stretched out on the couch, his head
resting on a pillow in the Colonel's lap as
"Do you think…"
"Do I think what?"
Face took a deep breath. "Do you think he'll ever…." Again Face stopped talking as a shudder ran through his body.
"I don't know Tem, I hope they can help him, but at this point I don't know."
The two were silent for a few more minutes before
"Face what you saw at the studio, it wasn't what you thought I would never cheat on you."
"Hell I know that." Face snorted as he turned to
look up at
"You're sure; I don't want you to have any doubts about us."
6:00am the next day
"Hmm?" Face opened a pair of sleepy eyes.
"I have to go out to the studio for a while, I'll be back around 4:00 or so."
"Thought you were finished filming." Face sat up so he could look at him.
"We are, but I need to get some of my personal stuff
out of my trailer and turn some studio property in." Leaning forward he
kissed Face. "I promise I'll be back as soon as I can. Why don't you get
some more rest"
Remembering that Face had gotten injured because he had been left alone too much lately he quickly added. "We'll do something when I get home, dinner and a movie sound nice?"
Face nodded as he lay back down and closed his eyes. "Sounds great."
Getting up a few hours later Face got up dressed and began to clean up the apartment. He was getting ready to take out the trash when he noticed a balled up piece of paper lying on top, not recognizing the handwriting he picked it up. Face uncurled the paper, his eyes scanning the name and address; a smile curled his perfect lips as he went to the closet and grabbed his jacket.
"I'm coming, I'm coming." Bobby yelled as he hurried to the door; opening the door he found John's blonde boy toy. "Oh it's you, what can I do for you junior."
"Stay away from John." Face smiled.
"Well aren't you just the cutest thing." Bobby started to reach up and pat Face's cheek, but stopped when Face grabbed him by the arm and slammed him against the wall.
"I'm not playing with you." Face warned as his eyes narrowed. "Keep your hands off him or I'll hurt you."
"Look, I don't know who you think you are…"
"I'm the man who's going to fuck you up if you don't keep your hands off of my lover." Face pulled Bobby's arm up higher behind the other man's back. "Let me tell something Bobby, I've hurt people, I'm not proud of what I've done, but I also don't have a problem with doing it again." Face applied more pressure on the wrist causing Bobby to grunt in pain. "Do I make myself clear, Bobby boy?"
"Yeah." The other man grunted in pain.
"Good," Face patted the other man's cheek as he backed up. "Just remember you never know when I'll stop by to see him at the studio."
"In the bedroom." A soft voice called out.
Going into the bedroom he found the younger man stretched out on the bed naked.
"What did I do to deserve this?"
"I thought that we could use some time alone together."
Face motioned for
Face rose up so he could put his hands around Hannibal's neck pulling the older man down to meet his lips. "Not half as much as I love you." Face kissed him softly before reaching up to unbutton his lover's shirt. "Now what do you say we spend some quality time together before you take me to dinner?"
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