Mission Five: Chapter 17 - “You really are serious about leaving?”

Letting out a noise mid way between a sob and a laugh, Face wiped his eyes on the heel of his palm as he clung to the smooth skin of Hannibal’s shoulder, before pulling back and sliding his own hands up to cup the boss’ cheeks, pulling him closer, “What about now? Is it too late? You could love me now... If you wanted.” 

 

“Oh, baby, it’s never too late.” Hannibal leant in and Face met him and their mouth’s fused once more, but this time there was an urgency about it that hadn’t been there before. Within seconds, Face’s hand was on Hannibal’s shorts stroking that growing bulge, trying to say everything with his hands that he hadn’t quite managed with his words.

 

Suddenly Hannibal moved. “You - in me - now,” he gasped, wrenching his mouth from Face’s for air to get in and words to get out.

 

His lieutenant’s blue eyes opened slightly wider but he didn’t pause, just reached over to the table with the lamp on at the end of the sofa and yanked the drawer open, grabbing for the little bottle of oil he knew was there. While his desperate fingers scrabbled around the DVD remote, a few stray cigars, an ancient lighter and Murdock’s collection of cracker jokes from last Christmas, he felt Hannibal squirming underneath him, kicking out of his khaki shorts and the white trunks he had on below. Face dropped his eyes, unable to resist a look but hardly got chance to focus as Hannibal reared up and caught his mouth again, pulling him down with both hands, mashing their bodies and mouths together with a violent need.

 

For a few minutes Face let himself be swept along in it all, Hannibal’s hands on his ass, kneading his flesh through the thin cotton of his boxers, his boss’ mouth, so, so clever, opening every bit of him up, tasting him, reaching right down into his soul.  

 

“Jesus, boss!” he eventually exclaimed, pulling himself free as he realised his hand was still flailing hopelessly in the drawer, “Let me get to the slick or we’ll never do this!”

 

Hannibal tried to pull him down again, one hand on his shoulders, the other creeping up the curve of his ass through his boxers, “Don’t need it...” he growled against Face’s neck as he started nipping a line down towards his collar bone, “Take me dry kid, want to feel your heat. Want. You. Now!.”

 

Face’s fingers connected on the bottle just in the nick of time as he felt himself sagging hopelessly against the colonel as those words zeroed straight in on his already overstretched libido. But he wouldn’t do that to Hannibal, the boss was the first person who had ever bothered to prepare Face properly for penetration, the only person to show him that it didn’t have to hurt like hell, that he could enjoy it too. He would never, ever hurt Hannibal in the way he himself had been hurt too often in the past.

 

“Be quiet and open up,” Face murmured at him, affection clear in his voice, “I’m getting impatient.” Their eyes locked together, Face felt something spring between them and a huge smile erupted over the lieutenant’s face as he suddenly realised that they were back, their elastic band repaired. This was them, and this is what they did the very, very best.

 

Hannibal saw that beautiful smile above him and found his own mouth curving up in response as he opened his thighs obscenely wide, one long leg sprawling across the wooden floor to make up for the one that was crushed against the back of the sofa. Face felt his mouth go dry and froze in the act of unscrewing the bottle of oil, he would never get used to seeing Hannibal like this, this powerful lion of a man, just spread out, open and waiting, for him.

 

“Close your mouth, boy,” Hannibal teased, a sudden and almost over whelming surge of happiness threatening to burst right out of him, “or I might feel the need to shove something in it.”

 

Face snapped back to attention and let a dangerously wicked smile spread across his features, “I might just take you up on that,” his whispered as he lubed up his hands, “and then you’d be sorry.”

 

“Sorry?” Hannibal replied, but it came out as more of a gasp as Face’s long, slick finger suddenly slid inside him. “Why would I be sorry?”

 

“Because,” Face whispered, leaning over to get the angle in his hand just right, “then you wouldn’t feel this.”

 

Hannibal cried out as Face expertly brushed his finger across the boss’ prostrate and Face smiled in triumph, watching as the eyes he loved so much fluttered closed at the sensation. As he withdrew his single finger, instantly returning with two more, Hannibal blinked open at him again and smiled back, “Oh, I don’t know,” he whispered, “clever boy like you, thought you’d be able to do both at once.”

 

Face was finding it harder to flirt now, Hannibal’s heat clenching around his fingers, those blue eyes fluttering open and closed with his movements, that heavy cock laid across the boss’ flat stomach, and his own, still untouched, ready and waiting, throbbing in time with the beating of his heart. “You know I can,” he breathed, sliding his fingers out and pulling the boss’s hips up over his knees, “but not right now, old man, now you get this...”

 

He reached out with one hand to line himself up and noticed with horror that he still had his boxers on. A string of colourful expletives flowed from his lips and Hannibal started to laugh, throaty chuckles that seemed to come right from the depths of his chest. Those chuckles died in his throat however, as Face just whispered, “Oh, fuck, it!” and pulled his cock through the fly of his shorts, breaching that muscled ring in almost the same movement and pushing right in, all the way down, the way he knew the boss loved. 

 

“Jesus Christ!” Hannibal breathed out, “A bit of warning, kid!”

 

“Warning?” Face muttered, the strain of holding himself back evident in his voice, “What the fuck did you think we were gonna do here boss? Me with the slick and you with your legs spread like that? Play fucking cards?”

 

“Potty mouth,” Hannibal grumbled, “I thought you would at least take your pants off! Now shut up and kiss me...” 

 

Face didn’t need asking twice. He leaned forward, trapping the red hot heat of Hannibal’s cock between them and started plundering that more than willing mouth; echoing the thrusts of his cock with the thrusts of his tongue. They could talk until the sun came up and still not be able to say everything they wanted to, but this?... Well, this was communication at its finest.

 

It was in this way that time passed very quickly and the temperature rose very high. Face felt his orgasm threatening and lifted up, needing to change his angle, give himself a bit of space or this would be over embarrassingly quickly. He pushed up on the sofa, hands either side of Hannibal’s head, wanting to get back to his knees, but the boss stopped him, his own hands on Face’s cheeks, his pale blue eyes finding his lieutenant’s and holding him there.

 

Face knew he needed to stop, knew his climax was lurking around the corner, but his hips seemed to have mind of their own as he looked down at Hannibal and they rocked gently, in and out, just keeping everything bubbling over nicely.

 

“I wanted to look at you,” Hannibal whispered, his voice intense, “I love seeing you like this, inside me,” Face felt the warmth building inside him but he couldn’t look away. “This is when you are the most beautiful to me, when you are so open and expressive and so completely mine.” The urgency in his hips seemed to double and the movement became just a little demanding. Hannibal smiled at him and the smile had so much pure happiness in it that Face felt himself falling, “God, I love you, Face, I love you so fucking much!” and the damn broke.

 

Hearing something embarrassingly like a sob coming from his mouth, Face gave two deep, frantic thrusts and then he was coming, shooting his love as deep into his boss as he could, hoping to leave a little part of himself in there forever. His arms gave out and he collapsed onto Hannibal’s chest, his slick cock sliding out and he found himself worrying about the mess they were making of the sofa, belatedly realising that he was slipping towards the floor.

 

Hannibal’s arms quickly fastened around him and pulled him back up, letting the younger man sprawl across his chest and Face came back to his full senses to the sound that throaty chuckle right underneath his ear.

 

“What?” he murmured, too boneless to move.

 

“You,” the amusement was obvious in Hannibal’s voice. “Kid, did I just make you come by telling you I loved you?”

 

Face felt his cheeks flush, “No,” he muttered.

 

“Ah, you just always that quick these days?”

 

A groan of mortification came from Face’s lips as he turned his head to hide in Hannibal’s chest, “Can I help it if you are just too damn sexy?” he replied, his voice muffled by the muscle it was spoken into.

 

Hannibal laughed again and Face felt a hand in his hair, “You charmer. And don't be upset, I loved it. I love you remember.”

 

Finally forcing his head up, Face looked Hannibal in the eye, “You sure?” he asked tentatively, “I mean it’s not like you even came...” he could feel the hot evidence of that pressing against his thigh.

 

“Who says we always have to come together?” Hannibal reassured him, “And it’s not like you are planning on turning in for the night just yet are you?” Face raised an eyebrow pretending to consider it and Hannibal smacked him playfully across the head, “Yeah, well, don’t,” he replied, “or there will be trouble.” Face laughed and allowed Hannibal to pull him back onto his chest.

 

They stayed like that for long minutes, listening to the sounds of the roosting birds and next door’s muted barbeque music as Face slowly felt his bones returning to full rigidity.

 

Just as Hannibal’s legs were starting to go to sleep, Face cleared his throat, bringing Hannibal’s attention back onto him and he shifted around so he could see his boss’ face. “You know, John,” Hannibal tensed at the trepidation in Face’s tone, “Leaving the army wouldn’t be leaving you. You do know that right?”

 

It was like a cold, clammy hand had suddenly gripped Hannibal’s heart. He’d hoped that it had just been  Face’s uncertainty that had been talking; thought that maybe once they had had a proper reunion, he would give up on his idea. He glanced down and realised that Face was looking at him, waiting for an answer. “I don't know, kid,” he responded truthfully. “It wouldn’t be easy though would it?”

 

“No harder than if I had my own unit. And anyway, plenty of army folks have civilian wives who don’t go away.”

 

“And that’s what you would be then Face? My little army wife, waiting for me to come home?” Face flushed and Hannibal shook his head, “That’s not you, kid, you know it’s not.” An awkward silence fell between them. “You really are serious about leaving?” Hannibal eventually asked him.

 

“I have to boss,” Face replied with a sigh, “I’ve proved to myself I can’t do it.”

 

Hannibal bit back the retort he wanted to make, how he wanted to yell and rant at Face until the kid understood just how bloody good he was at all of this but he knew that would do no good at all, would only get Face’s back up and drive a wedge between them. What he really needed to do was let Face have his head and hopefully he would eventually make the right decision on his own; although there was nothing stopping Hannibal from helping that decision along... “Well, if you left, then I’d have to leave with you,” he whispered instead.

 

That got Face’s attention, “What?!” he cried, wrenching himself out of Hannibal’s arms and sitting up.

 

Hannibal fixed him with a bland, innocent expression. “It makes sense, kid, don't you think? We wouldn’t have to hide, we wouldn’t have to worry about DADT. We could live together in the true sense of the world, be a proper couple. It would be great.”

 

Face narrowed his eyes. None of that mattered that much to him, he liked his relationship with Hannibal to be as private as it was, he didn’t think he even wanted the whole world to know about them. Somehow it seemed so much more special that it was so secret. “But what would you do?” he asked. “The army is your life!”

 

Leaning forward, Hannibal took hold of Face’s chin and pulled him close, “You are my life,” he whispered, looking right into Face’s eyes, then he bent down and kissed him again.

 

Letting Hannibal’s tongue chase away uncomfortable images of his boss as no longer part of the army that was his home, Face relaxed into the kiss, feeling those large hands skimming over his bare back, and the insistent nudging of the still hard cock against his hip. He lifted up, deciding that the boss had waited long enough, and took both of those large hands in his own, stepping backwards off the sofa and drawing Hannibal with him, pulling him up to his feet.

 

Thinking they were heading for the bedroom, Hannibal paused at the door through to the hallway but Face kept on pulling him, through the diner and over to the French doors. Dropping one of Hannibal’s hands, Face opened a door and went to step out, freezing as Hannibal tugged him back. “What are you doing?” the boss hissed at him, “there are people in next door’s yard!”

 

Face looked at the six foot fence surrounding their own postage stamp sized back yard and smiled a beautifully innocent smile, “Next door’s yard, boss, not ours. What’s the problem?” He kicked the doors open with his bare foot and pulled Hannibal along with him as he stepped onto the cool decking. “Unless they climb up the fence they won’t see anything, and unless you make a lot of noise,” he raised an eyebrow challengingly, “they won’t hear anything. So,” he tugged Hannibal over to one of the chairs, “I repeat, what’s the problem?”

 

Hannibal sat down heavily as Face’s hands connected with his chest, “The problem lieutenant,” he replied, “is that they might just do either one of those things, and then where would we be?”

 

“We would be here,” Face replied smoothly, pulling a cushion from the other chair and kneeling on it between Hannibal’s legs, “me sucking on your cock and you really getting off on knowing that there are people just two feet away from us...”

 

Hannibal’s eyes slid shut as Face licked a hot stripe up his very interested cock and Face chuckled to himself. He knew the boss had a total thing for taking Face in public, would love to have him in a park or on a beach or a picnic area or something, somewhere where lots of people could watch... While Face might not be able to do anything about that particular fantasy right now, he knew the boss would still love this. “Oh, god...” Hannibal murmured. “Templeton you are a decadent floozy, leading me astray like this...”

 

Face laughed around the cock head in his mouth, making Hannibal almost leap off the seat, “I’m not the one naked in the garden,” he retorted, lifting his mouth just high enough that his words flowed straight over the tight, shiny skin.

 

“That might just have made some difference...” Hannibal breathed, pushing his head back into the headrest of the chair, “if your cock wasn’t still hanging out of your pants...”

 

Interrupting his task, Face let his fingers take over as he glanced down, a little embarrassed to see his already hardening cock hanging obscenely out of his boxer shorts. He shrugged slightly and tucked it away again before dropping his head and taking Hannibal all the way into his mouth in one go. “Jesusfuckinghell!” Hannibal hissed bucking his hips up to meet that warm wetness and Face pulled off again shooting his boss a mock glare.

 

“Hannibal!” he hissed, “Have some decorum will you!” he nodded at the fence, “There are decent people trying to enjoy their BBQ next door!”

 

Hannibal just shook his head, and sliding both his hands firmly into Face’s hair, he pushed the kid down again, with a whispered, “Shut up and suck me!” sending shivers all over Face’s body.

 

Face was a good soldier and liked to do what he was told. Occasionally at least, so he did shut up and suck his boss. He was also very good at giving head and within five minutes Hannibal had his own forearm clamped between his teeth as he bucked his hips up into Face’s mouth, his other hand holding the kid’s head still as he emptied himself in long, thick spurts right into that more than willing mouth.

 

“Jesusfuckinghell!” he whispered again as Face pulled off him and started cleaning him up with long sweeps of his tongue like some demented semen-fed cat.

 

“You okay, boss?” Face asked innocently, wiping come from his chin with one long finger.

 

Hannibal could only shake his head as that image did things to his supposedly spent cock, “Fantastic, kid... Now all I need is a beer.”

 

“Hang on!” Face offered brightly and rose to his feet, then placed on foot on the chair Hannibal was sitting on, right between his naked thighs, and pushed up, holding onto the top of the fence, his head leaning over into next door’s yard.

 

“Oh, Jesus...” Hannibal sighed, hiding his head in his hand and wishing Face hadn’t trapped him in his chair like this.

 

“Yo! Mick!” he heard Face call across the fence.

 

“Hey! Temp! When’d you get back, man? We’re havin’ a party, you comin’ over dude?” Mick liked to think he was a surfer dude, or some kind of rock hero, truth was he was a librarian from Idaho, but Hannibal really liked him, he was a good guy.

 

“Naw,” Face replied easily, “just got back last night, still a little space sick you know?” He tapped the side of his nose and Hannibal could just imagine Mick nodding earnestly; for some unfathomable reason, both Mick and his live-in girlfriend Lily, thought Face was an astronaut... “Would love a coupla beers though!” he added brightly and Hannibal heard the sound of clinking ice in a bucket as Mick rushed to comply.

 

“No probs, dude! Here you go!” Two cans suddenly appeared on the top of the fence and Hannibal froze, his cock trying to climb back into his body to hide.

 

Face clanked them together and then raised one in a mock salute, “Cheers mate!” he replied and dropped back down onto the decking holding one out to Hannibal, a huge shit-eating grin on his face.

 

Hannibal took it off him and stood up, slipping back through the French doors. “Hey! Where are you going?” Face hissed after him almost walking straight into the boss as he stopped stock still in front of him.

 

“To have this in bed,” he whispered, “before you give our poor neighbour a heart attack!”

 

Face chuckled, and locking the doors behind him, flicked off the lights and followed Hannibal upstairs.

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