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Disclaimer: None of the members of The A-Team belong to me (dammit).
Stephen J. Cannell owns them, but I get to borrow them (hee hee). Not
that he'd want them back after I get done with them (ha ha).
Warnings: Major male/male sex (i.e. Face/Murdock)
Summary: What can happen when Face and Murdock are on the run and
Comments: Yes to all comments, as long as they're nicely phrased and
if they have nothing to do with the warning. Please remember I do not
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"Murdock." Face's voice as low and he swallowed nervously.
"I think we may have ducked unto the wrong kind of place."
Murdock looked around and had to agree with Face's
assessment, but it had been the first place they'd seen that had been
open on the whole block, and they'd needed to get away from the
people who had been chasing them so they could report back to
Hannibal. However, as they looked around what was obviously a lobby
of some sort, at the mostly men who kissed and groped at various
other body parts on each other, Murdock had to wonder if it had,
indeed, been a smart move on their part. He looked around for exits,
but there didn't seem to be any, other than the front door, and that
was out due to the goons that had pursued them in the first place.
"We'd better do something soon." Face swallowed. "We're
starting to draw attention." He drew Murdock into a short line of
people that waited in front of a window behind which an old man sat
and buzzed people through a door as people handed him money, and Face
pulled out his wallet.
"Uh . . . are you sure you want to see what's beyond that
door, there, Face?" Murdock asked reluctantly and eyed the others
nervously as they passed into who knew what . . . or where.
"No." Face answered honestly. "But I know what's out the
front door, and sooner or later those guys are going to figure out
where we went, and come after us. We need to get back to Hannibal
with the report, and we can't do that if we're caught. Besides there
may be a back way out of here or we can go through a window or
something." They arrived for their turn at the window, and the old
man looked at Face and Murdock, then grinned as Face clenched
Murdock's arm tightly.
"Oh, how sweet." The old man grinned toothlessly. "What a
pretty couple you make. And newbies too, from the looks o' ya'." He
chuckled, and Face choked even as he flashed a nervous, shy smile.
"Uh . . . . yeah." He answered, and Murdock grinned.
"You wouldn't believe how new." He said, then grimaced as
Face stepped on his foot.
"Well, for you, then, we have a special. You can have the
Hawaii Room for three hours and only a hundred and fifty dollars.
You'll find everything you need in the nightstand, and don't worry,
it's all new and unused." He grinned wider. "We like to pride
ourselves on being a full service hotel for the Alternative
Lifestyle, despite the rather . . . dreary location."
"Ah . . . I see." Face swallowed. "Uh . . . thank you." He
blinked, then handed the money over to the old man, who buzzed the
door open just as the main door of the hotel opened. Two very large,
very angry men entered the hotel and Face and Murdock casually walked
through the buzzed open door, and it closed behind them.
They looked at one another as male sounds of sexual and
carnal exultation sounded around them and Face swallowed nervously as
they both saw that the only exit was a fire door attached to an alarm
that Face knew he didn't have time to disarm before the goons talked
to the old man and found out where he and Murdock had
gone. "Uh . . . maybe there's a window we can go out of." He
suggested, and Murdock nodded. They read the signs on the doors
until they found the 'Hawaii Room' and Face opened the door.
The two men looked around in shock, but before they could say
anything about the loud patterned curtains and bedspread, the grass
skirts that surrounded the tables, or the coconuts that had been used
to decorate the room, they heard the outer door as it opened, and
they rushed to the window of the room. They pushed the curtain
aside, but found that the window under it was barely big enough for a
child to fit through.
"Look for the rooms with no sound!" They heard the one goon
as he called to the other. "Those guys ain't going ta' be screwing
each other!" Face bit his lip and looked over at Murdock and moved
before he could change his mind.
"Sorry about this." Face murmured, and before the pilot
could move, Face pulled the startled man's coat off, then almost
ripped the t-shirt from over his head. "But, welcome to the
wonderful world of what can happen when a Con-man's world goes belly
up and you need to improvise so as not to get killed. Get your pants
and shorts off and get into the bed." Face removed his own clothing
and draped it over a nearby chair, then joined his shocked, and
naked, friend under the covers.
"Now wh . . . uh . . . Face? Wha . . . what are you doing?"
Murdock asked as Face rolled over on top of him.
"Making things believable. Unless you'd rather be killed by
our large friends out there." Face answered as he looked into the
deeply shocked brown eyes. "Now, moan."
"Moan. Groan. Make like you're enjoying this."
"En . . . enjoying?" Murdock asked and stared hard at Face,
as his eyes went round. "I . . . I'm having a dream, aren't I?" He
suddenly asked, then nodded. "That's it. I'm not here, I'm not
really naked, my best friend is not naked on top of me, and we're not
in a gay hotel being hunted by people who are going to kill us if we
don't do . . . stuff . . . that men don't normally do together."
"Oh crap. Murdock, now is NOT the time to go to pieces on
me." Face opened the nightstand, pulled some things out of the
drawer, then sighed. "Murdock, you've never really ever been with me
when a Con has gone so far wrong that the only way to get out of it
alive is to do something you'd not normally do. That's why I'm the
Con and you're the pilot. I told Hannibal it was a lousy plan."
Face opened a bottle of something, then sniffed it and wrinkled his
nose. "Great. Coconut. I really hate coconuts." He shook his head
and his familiar whine grounded Murdock and brought him back from the
brink of wherever it was he'd started to go as Face continued. "I
told him it was a bad idea to bring you, just in case the plan and
the Con went sour, which I just KNEW it would, but did he listen to
me? No. Just like he never listens to me. Now you have to suffer
because of it and I'm really, really sorry about this, Murdock." He
rubbed his hands together, slithered under the blankets, and Murdock
gasped as Face's slippery hands unexpectedly slid over Murdock's limp
shaft. "Make some noise, damn it, Murdock!" Face ordered as he
stroked the man. "Our lives depend on this!"
"Face! What the fu . . ." Murdock started, but then gasped
and surged upward as something warm and wet suddenly surrounded his
semi-aroused shaft. He shivered and gripped the blankets in his
fists. "What . . . what?" He tried to form semi-coherent words as
he realized that Face was somewhere under the covers with his mouth
wrapped around Murdock's rapidly hardening penis. With a jolt, he
also realized that his shock and horror were at immediate odds with
the bolts of electric pleasure that unexpectedly shot through him at
He writhed as he felt Face's wet tongue as it slid along the
length of him and Face's gentle, sensitive fingers brushed over the
hairs that covered his sack, and Murdock couldn't keep the moan of
pure sexual arousal inside of him. He had always been vocal – about
everything – and in sex he was no different. Moans, gasps, cries,
and whimpers left him as Face's mouth did things to him that made him
experience and enjoy feelings and emotions that he'd never before
known that he'd actually be able to appreciate . . . ever.
"Hey! You can't be opening doors like that!" The old man
who had taken their money suddenly shouted up the hall. "I'll call
the cops if you keep this up! I can understand Marsialli wanting
them, but you can't just come busting in here like this, and I
ain't 'fraid a' you, or Marsialli! I already told you, no one like
the two guys you lookin' for came in here either!"
"Oh shit." Face suddenly cursed. "They're looking. I'm
going to kill Hannibal for this, Murdock." Face said as he slid out
from under the covers, and Murdock's breath heaved in his chest.
"Yeah. Right. Kill Hannibal." Murdock swallowed and his
head flopped back to the pillow and barely registered movement as
Face again reached over to the nightstand and pulled a tube from
it. "You're going to need to go back into the VA after this. I just
know it." Face's voice was thick with regret, and he sighed. "I'm
really, really sorry abut this, Murdock. I had no idea things would
go down this badly. I never wanted this for you."
"What . . . what are you going to do?" Murdock's voice
dropped to a whisper and his eyes opened wide as he trembled beneath
Face, who gently stroked the brown hair back from his face.
"If they're looking, they're going to need to see what
they're looking for." Face swallowed. "And there's no way to be
able to fake what they're looking for. I . . . I never wanted you to
learn this stuff about me . . . from me. Things that I've learned to
do in my life to survive." Face's voice shook, and Murdock swallowed.
"Y . . . you're talking about screwing men, aren't you,
Face?" Face looked down and his eyes closed in shame as he nodded.
Suddenly, Murdock's eyes opened wide in shock. "Oh my . . . you're
going to fuck me!?" Murdock's eyes opened wide, and Face nodded.
"I have to." He whispered, and his eyes gleamed suspiciously
wetly. "They're looking, Murdock, and we . . . we have nowhere to
run, and you know they'll kill us if they find us again. I . . . I
can make it good for you . . . I promise you that, but I'm so, so
sorry this had to happen." His lips trembled, and he swallowed
hard. "If . . . if it helps, go on and think of this as a nightmare,
Murdock. It's just a horrible nightmare that you're going to wake up
from and everything'll be nice and uncomplicated. Just like it was
"Nothing with you Face, is ever uncomplicated." Murdock
sighed, and gazed at his friend, then smiled brightly, if not
particularly bravely. "And if that mouth of yours was faking things,
and if I'm in a nightmare, then I hope I'll never wake up."
Murdock's humor was rewarded with a smile, and unconsciously,
Face dropped a light kiss on Murdock's lips, and kissed his way back
down the body under the covers. Murdock's body arched upward as
Face's mouth took him again as they heard startled yelps from down
the hallway as a door opened and two people were rousted. All
thoughts of their pursuers were immediately lost to Murdock as Face's
hands slickly glided around his hips and massaged his bottom. He
clutched the pillow at either side of his head and ground his head
into softness of the pillow as a loud groan of satisfaction left his
open mouth. Even as he did so, though, he couldn't help but wonder
about himself. He wondered what was in him that responded so readily
and willingly and with such heated desire as his best friend, his
best MALE friend, stimulated him nearly to the point of mindlessness.
Suddenly, as Face drew his mouth upward, Murdock felt
something warm and slick as it entered his center, and he instantly
froze. Face thrust his tongue into the sensitive hollow between the
head and the top of the fully hardened shaft, and the pilot shuddered
and cried out, even as what he knew to be a finger probed and
stretched him. Face pumped his mouth down and up over the rigid
member and Murdock couldn't stop himself as he raised his hips and
thrust himself into Face's willing mouth. In response, he felt
another finger as it entered him and joined the first. He gasped at
the unfamiliar, but extraordinarily and amazingly gratifying feelings
that the fingers drew from him, and another cry left him as he
squirmed on Face's fingers.
Murdock knew that he should have been disgusted. He knew
that he should have protested. He knew that he should have done all
of the things that the majority of straight men normally did when
they were confronted with male on male sex. At the same time though,
he knew that he actually liked the things that Face did to him. He
also liked the feelings that Face brought out in him. He hadn't ever
known that he had places on him that could be brought to the kind of
pleasure that Face gave him, and he'd liked learning that as well.
He also had to admit to himself that, sexually, he actually liked
being with Face. After all, Face CERTAINLY hadn't hurt him any.
With a start, he realized that three fingers had been placed
inside of him, and that he hadn't felt it when it'd happened – which
was a definite testament to Face's skill in the art of sex. Murdock
knew without shame that he was glad that he was on the receiving end
of it. He cried out as he pushed against the fingers that possessed
him, and as of that moment, totally abandoned all of Society's Norms
he'd ever subscribed to in the areas of male on male sex. Hell, he'd
already thrown off most of what he'd been taught had been normal
anyway, and he decided that one more Norm that went down screaming in
a twisted wreck of blazing flames of lust for his best friend was not
really any big deal.
"Please!" He impetuously begged. "Oh man, F . . ." He
stopped just short of using Face's nickname, as he didn't want to tip
off the guys that searched for them, and frantically searched his
mind for something to call Face. He quickly settled on something,
and called Face a name that he'd never used before, but which was
oddly appropriate, and appealed to him immensely. "Please, Tem!" He
cried out. "Now! I'm ready, Tem! I swear!"
"M . . . my name." Face looked down at the man under him,
and he stared at him, even as his voice shook. "You . . . you used
my name. I . . . that sounds so good, Murdock." His eyes once again
gleamed, and Murdock honestly thought that Face would cry as he
looked down at him. However, Face shook his head almost viciously
and the moment passed. "But . . . but Murdock, you have to roll over
now . . ." Face whispered his instructions, but Murdock frantically
shook his head.
"Want. See. You." The pilot panted.
"It . . . it'll hurt . . ." Face said, and Murdock frowned.
"See. You." Murdock repeated and Face shakily withdrew his
fingers from his friend. Murdock whimpered at the loss and his body
quivered in anticipation as Face slid the covers off their bodies.
Face slathered himself with the gel, applied more to Murdock's ready
center, and then glanced at the pilot's sweaty, excited, waiting
face. Face checked for hesitancy or any last minute change of mind
on Murdock's part, but saw none. Murdock moved his hips and murmured
impatiently, and slowly, Face introduced himself to the prepared
center, then pushed forward as Murdock pushed down. Murdock hadn't
been prepared for the shock of the sudden pain he felt as Face
penetrated into him, and he froze as Face stopped any and all
"I'm sorry. Oh Murdock, I'm so sorry." Face apologized
profusely, and held himself immobile as Murdock took a deep breath.
"'S'okay." He assured Face, then snickered as he realized
that technically, his best friend had just taken his virginity. He
relaxed and adjusted to the fullness inside him, then shifted his
hips as he realized that Face wasn't moving. "Oh gods, Tem." He
pleaded. "Don't stop now. Please, not now." He panted through
clenched teeth as he clutched at the bedding.
"O . . . okay, Murdock." Face answered, and was unable to
ignore the plea, especially after Murdock had used his name, which
had unintentionally doubled Face's emotional response to him. Face
pushed further into Murdock, then slid out again, and Murdock thrust
his hips forward. A moan was almost torn from Face's throat and he
closed his eyes as pleasure rocketed through him. Murdock raised his
head slightly, watched Face's reaction, and experimentally tightened
his muscles around Face, as the blond moved into him again. Face
threw his head back and Murdock couldn't remember the last time he'd
seen anything quite as arousing as Face as he knelt over him with his
head thrown back in rapture . . . a rapture that Murdock knew that
he, as untrained in male sex as he was, had provided. He thrust
upward AND tightened himself around Face, and the blond arched
backward with a jerk and a loud outcry. His hips thrust forward, and
Murdock's lower torso rose to meet him.
"Tem." Murdock panted and held his arms up. "Can't. Touch.
You. Up. There." Face's body trembled as he looked down at Murdock,
then at the open arms. Slowly, as if he were afraid, Face lowered
himself into the arms that tenderly folded around him.
Murdock shivered as his erection was trapped between their
bodies, and the sweat they were both covered in, made it slick. Face
shifted his position slightly and thrust hard into Murdock, which hit
an inner pleasure center that Murdock hadn't even known had been
there. He opened his mouth to yell, but the yell was captured, and
swallowed, by Face's lips and tongue. Murdock, lost in the
unexpected ecstasy of Face's thrust, barely noticed that his and
Face's tongues had met. Face noticed however, and with a gasp of
horror, drew his head back. He'd forgotten, briefly, that it was
Murdock under him. It was his straight, best friend he was taking
for the only reason of saving their lives, and not some experienced
stranger that he'd picked up to fill the night and his empty bed with
a temporary lover who offered an even more temporary comfort.
Murdock opened his eyes and felt Face as he pulled away from
him, and he watched as fear replaced the wonderfully glazed look of
blue-eyed passion that his friend had worn. "Face . . ." He
whispered and entwined his hands in the sunshine blond hair. "Tem.
Don't be afraid for me . . . or of me. I promise you, I'm not
afraid. I trust you. Now, you have to trust you." He pulled Face's
head back down to his and a moan of surrender passed into his mouth
from Face's as their tongues found and explored each other and their
lips sealed the open-mouthed kiss of mutual desire.
Face finally gave in to the fire that consumed him and he
pounded into Murdock, who met him thrust for thrust, kiss for kiss,
and touch for touch. The two men barely registered the heavy thumps
of the bed as it slammed repeatedly into the wall, or the loud
squeaks of the springs as they sang of the union that went on above
them. The only thing their own cries, moans, and gasps of pleasure
did, was to make them want more of the same from each other.
"Oh yeah, Tem! Ye-ess!" Murdock arched into Face and
roughly clutched his friend's shaking body to him as he suddenly
soared off into the heavens on rockets of pure ecstasy. He howled as
his body quaked and then exploded into a shuddering zenith of sexual
Face, unprepared for the overwhelming intensity of Murdock's
orgasm, was caught completely by surprise as Murdock's body seized
around his own. He gripped Murdock's shoulders and he answered
Murdock's climax as his whole body convulsed over Murdock's. His
loud wail of satiation was only slightly muffled as he pressed his
face into the juncture between Murdock's neck and shoulder. He
collapsed over Murdock as the shuddering after effects of his own
orgasm passed through his body, and Murdock wrapped his arms around
Very gently and carefully, Face pulled out of Murdock, and
both men lay silently together as they recovered their breathing as
well as their equilibrium. Absently, Murdock scratched at an
annoying itch on his shoulder and frowned when his hand came away
damp. He looked at Face's head as it lay cradled on his shoulder and
he was startled to see that tears ran silently down Face's cheeks
from under his closed lids.
"Face?' He whispered. "What's wrong?"
"You weren't ever supposed to know." Face couldn't look at
the friend whose body he'd just taken. "You never showed any
inclination toward men, and you were a virgin. You . . . you should
have been with someone better than I, in better circumstances, and
certainly in a better place."
"Uh . . . Face. I never showed any inclination toward men
because honestly, the thought never occurred to me that there'd ever
be a time when I would actually be inclined to have, or want, a man.
And need I remind you that most people are virgins who do things for
the first time. And, Face . . . Tem, if there's someone out there
better than you, then I'm a dead man . . ."
"That's not what I meant . . ." Face told him and Murdock
"I know exactly what you meant, and I'm ignoring it because
if I responded, we'd be here beyond our allotted three hours . . ."
"Uh . . . we could probably leave now." Face
swallowed. "I . . . I haven't heard anything . . . of . . . of
course, I wasn't really listening either." Face's aspect went
scarlet, and Murdock frowned.
"They probably were convinced we weren't us, Face. From the
way the bed was hitting the wall, I'd say we convinced at least three
of our neighbors, plus the next building, that it wasn't us
Marsialli's men were looking for. But you aren't going to get away
with changing the subject. Face . . . Tem, there's nothing wrong
with you . . ."
"Yes there is! Damn it, Murdock, you deserve MORE than just
some whore!" Face exclaimed and pulled himself out of the bed and
put several feet of space between them. "Don't you understand
that!? It should have been special! The first time should always be
special!" Face trembled and he looked away. "It should be
special." He repeated, and Murdock sat up, then wrapped his arms
around his legs.
"Face." He frowned and Face looked away. "Tem, listen to
me, okay. I've never, never, NEVER thought of you as a whore, and I
sure as hell never thought you did." Murdock was shocked, and he
stared at his friend. "No one on the team thinks of you that way,
especially since we know what you've gone through . . . and now that
I know more than I ever did before about you, I'd absolutely NEVER,
EVER think of you that way, and I really wish YOU wouldn't either.
And, for your information, Tem, for my first time, it WAS special.
And, unless you don't want to touch me again, it's going to be my
first, and last, time. I don't know what you think, but Face,
there's no other man I'd ever trust to be like that with me
again . . . in fact, if it had been anyone but you, I'd NEVER have
let them touch me the way I let you. I mean, you and me, we've been
through so much together, and we've done so much together that what
we just did seems right to me, I guess. Maybe it was the next
logical step to take in our friendship, maybe it was a fluke of the
universe, or maybe it was just someone's idea of a huge cosmic
joke . . . hell, Tem, I don't know what it was . . . I don't pretend
to know what it was. All I DO know is that it seemed to be the most
right thing to do at the time." He tilted his head at Face, and
gazed seriously at him. "But now, well Tem, I've got a question for
you that I think needs to be answered, and needs to be answered
before we go anywhere else with this . . . whatever it is."
"What?" Face's voice was strangled and he nervously ran a
hand through his hair, then grimaced as he realized he'd very likely
just spread gel and other stuff through the blond mass.
"This wasn't just sex for you, was it." Murdock asked,
though he hadn't phrased the question as a question, and every other
thought was blown from Face's mind as he stared at the man on the bed.
"What . . . what do you mean?" He stammered, and Murdock
"Damn it, Face!" He almost exploded. "I may be, or may have
been, crazy, but I've never been stupid. I know damned well when I'm
just being fucked, and I know equally as well when I'm being Made
Love to, and with a capital 'M' and a capital 'L'. I know for a FACT
that you would have NEVER made move one on me if we hadn't been
pushed in here by Marsialli's goons. Hell, I might have thought
you'd set the whole thing up here just to seduce me, IF you hadn't
cried at the end of the session, and IF I didn't know that you
certainly had better taste in seduction places than this! I've known
you long enough to know that if this had just been another sex thing
for you, you'd've just jumped up, taken a shower, and we'd've been
out of here by now, and more-than-likely, this little episode would
never have been mentioned again. That's NOT what happened though,
Tem." Murdock sighed as he realized that the more he used Face's
name, the better he liked it, and he certainly didn't miss Face's
reaction to it every time Murdock used it. "You cried, you stayed,
and damn it, a blind man could see that you're afraid right now, even
as we're talking." His voice softened as he took in Face's white
aspect. "I need to know the truth, Face, and I want it
straight . . ." He grimaced and shook his head ruefully. "Er . . .
you know what I mean. Just tell me, Face. Do you love me?" He
watched as Face's eyes flickered around the room, then frowned as
Face opened his mouth. "And I don't mean just as a friend or as a
brother, Tem. I MEAN, do you love me as in 'I want to spend the rest
of my life making you happy and I'll never let you out of my bed or
my heart' type love."
Face's mouth moved, though nothing exited, and he crossed
his arms over his chest and gripped his shoulders tightly. "Yes. I
do." He finally whispered, as his voice tremored. "I love you,
Murdock. I . . . I have for years." Face couldn't have stopped the
tears that fell down his face if he'd tried, which he did. He'd
finally spoken the words out loud that he'd only ever said to himself
in his heart, and at that moment he was more miserable than he could
ever remember being. He knew that even if Murdock said nothing and
they never had sex again, that the words – Face's words – would
always be between them, and that their easy friendship would never be
the same. Face's head fell forward and he looked at the floor,
unable to bear Murdock's gaze on him any longer as he waited for the
negative judgement that he was sure would come.
Murdock quietly regarded Face as he contemplated his best
friend's answer. It had been a shock to hear it, although he had
known what the answer had been, but that didn't make it any less of a
jolt. Face had never done or said anything to have made Murdock ever
think, not for a moment, that the younger man loved him in any way
other than as a brother-in-arms or as a best friend, but Murdock felt
that somehow he still should have known. Murdock knew that at that
moment, he wielded a lot of power over Face, as well as controlled
what would happen between them in the future, and he was slightly
awed by the thought. He knew that if he told Face that he didn't,
wouldn't and couldn't accept Face as anything more than a friend,
Face would understand that and they'd move on, the night and the
words catalogued, as Face had suggested earlier, merely as a bad
dream. However, Murdock knew that if they did that, then Face would
never touch him again, and Murdock certainly didn't want that. He
knew that if he told Face that he loved him, more-than-likely, Face
wouldn't believe him, but he'd go with it because it was what he
wanted to hear. Murdock knew that Face would give him anything and
everything the pilot wanted whenever he wanted it, no matter how Face
had to get it. However, Murdock also knew that if he were ever to
break off the relationship with Face, the rather sensitive blond
would be devastated and would never recover from Murdock's rejection
the same way that he'd never really recovered from anyone else's
rejection, intended or not. Murdock knew for a fact he didn't want
Slowly, he climbed from the bed and padded across the wood
floor until he stood directly in front of Face. He placed three
fingers under Face's chin and gently raised his head until their eyes
met. "Tem." His voice was low, and gentle, and he used Face's real
name to make the impact on the man more solid and real. "You know I
can't make any promises, right?"
"Yes." Face whispered and tried to drop his head again, but
Murdock wouldn't allow it, and he continued in the same tone.
"This is all brand new to me, Tem, and I just don't mean the
mind-blowing, earth-shattering, body-numbing sex." Murdock
continued, and Face raised his eyebrows, then blushed scarlet with
pleasure at Murdock's blatant praise.
"I . . . I'm glad you liked it." He stammered. "I . . . I'm
just sorry it was rushed."
"Face, if you had gone any slower, I would have exploded, and
you'd've had to clean up the mess." He pointed to his stomach and
chest. "As it is, I really need a shower, and I wouldn't mind if you
were there with me. But . . ." He frowned. "You're trying to
change the subject again, and what I have to say it too important to
allow you to do that." Murdock frowned and shook his head. "Anyway,
as I was saying, this is all new to me. The thought of loving, or
even being able to love, another man hadn't ever occurred to me
before, and I don't know whether or not I can do it. However, I CAN
say, and with complete honesty, that I can't picture myself with
anyone else in my life right now as a lover, physically or otherwise,
than you. Tem, this is a perfectly serious question here, and I need
an honest, serious answer." He looked directly into Face's
eyes. "Would you be willing to date me? Would you be willing to
teach me how to love a man, specifically you, I hope, physically and
"Date you?" Face stared at Murdock, and stars danced in his
eyes as a bright, real smile actually, and literally, burst across
the blond man's face. Murdock sighed and basked in the warmth of the
smile as Face gazed at him with nothing less than adoration. "As in
candles, dinners, and dancing? That kind of dating?"
"And as in baseball games, bowling, and go-cart racing."
Murdock nodded, and Face blinked.
"Uh . . . okay.' Face agreed, but then bit his lip. "But
what about Hannibal and B.A.?"
"What? You want to date them too?" Murdock looked at Face,
and his brown eyes gleamed with humor as Face looked startled, then
laughed, and shook his head. "Oh. I see." Murdock nodded
thoughtfully. "You want to bring them WITH us on our dates."
"No!" Face exclaimed. "Murdock, you goof! I mean, what
about them? What do we tell them . . . about us, I mean. Sooner or
later they're going to know that something's up."
"Well, I certainly hope something's up. I'd be awfully
disappointed if it weren't." Murdock pouted, and Face sighed.
"Oh. You'll know when 'things' are definitely 'up'." Face's
voice dropped and he ran the very tip of his tongue across his
slightly swollen lips. Murdock's body reacted immediately to the
sheer seductiveness in Face's body and his tone, and his low moan
garnered the same and equally immediate response from Face's body.
Murdock pressed himself against the blond and trailed a finger down
Face's cheek as he ran his other hand across the lips that had known
his. Murdock smiled triumphantly as the Seducer became the Seduced,
and Face's eyelashes fluttered closed. A soft sigh left him as
Murdock placed his lips over Face's and it was a long, drawn out, and
very tender kiss that they shared. It was a kiss of promise more
than it was of passion, and Murdock felt the exact moment that Face
surrendered to him emotionally as well as physically, and Face all
but melted into Murdock's arms.
"I wouldn't worry about Hannibal and B.A.." Murdock finally
whispered, and Face blinked, then forced himself to focus on the fact
that Murdock had actually spoken. "Like you said, sooner or later
they're going to notice, and we'll all deal with it then."
"You're right, Murdock." Face smiled and Murdock led him
into the bathroom, then turned on the shower. "We probably shouldn't
borrow trouble." He added as he stepped into the warm water, and
rolled his shoulders as it played over his tired body.
"Yeah. It finds us enough on its own." Murdock laughed,
then joined Face in the shower where, amidst many long, drawn out
kisses and exploratory touches, they cleaned each other up. There
was ten minutes left of their three hours when they walked out of the
back, and the old man grinned.
"Usually I have to kick the newbies out of the rooms." He
said, and Face blushed, then the older man frowned. "And say, sorry
about that disturbance of earlier. Hope you didn't mind me shoutin'
"Not at all." Murdock grinned. "I just thank you for
trusting us enough to let us hide out here . . . among other things."
"I read the papers." The older man smiled. "I knew who ya'
are, and I knowed 'nough ta' trust ya'." He winked as Face went
pale. "Ah, don't worry there, kid. I ain't gonna' tell on ya'.
What ya' do is yo' own business. But ya' better get goin' as ya'
probably got people to see, and places to go."
"Uh . . . yeah, actually, we do. Come on, Murdock, we still
need to go make that report, and Hannibal's going to kill us for
being so late without reporting in. Our grace time's almost up."
Face pulled Murdock out of the hotel, and was out the door just as
Murdock turned back around, winked at the proprietor, then
mouthed 'thank you'.
A moment later, both he and Face were gone and the old man
grinned as a big, black man that both Face and Murdock knew VERY well
stepped from around a nearby corner. He watched as the older man
pulled a rubber mask from his face and took a pair of false gums from
his mouth, and revealed yet another face that Murdock and Face were
VERY familiar with.
"Ya' think it worked, Hannibal?" B.A. asked, and Hannibal's
pale blue eyes twinkled merrily as he pulled a cigar from his coat
"If that love-struck look on Face's face, the fact that
Murdock didn't exactly seem upset, and the bed whamming against the
wall with the force of a jackhammer's anything to go by, then yeah, I
think it did." Hannibal's grin widened, and he laughed.
"Good." B.A. said decisively. "Faceman's been moonin' after
that crazy foo' for too long." He commented as he and Hannibal left
the hotel. " Ya' think they know it was you that set 'em up?"
"I think Murdock figured it out, but at this point, I don't
think Face could care. Once, or more appropriately, if, his feet
ever get back on solid ground, he'll figure it out as well, but we'll
just have to wait and see what happens. Remind me to give your
friends a bonus. Nice work on their parts, B.A.. They chased them
into the hotel right on time." Hannibal grinned at his bigger
companion as they climbed into the van and B.A. started it up. "Ya'
know . . ." He sat back and puffed contentedly on his cigar. "There
are just some times when it's just so much more satisfying than
others to say I love it when a plan comes together."
"And this is one o' them." B.A. threw in, and Hannibal
"Oh yeah. This is DEFINITELY one of those times, B.A.
DEFINITELY one of those times."
B.A. gave his Colonel a rare grin, then roared off into the
night in order to make up time so they could make it back to the
compound before Face and Murdock did.
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