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indigo_angelsIt was almost inky dark by the time Hannibal wandered down to the beach. He’d eventually managed to spot Face in the surf by moving across the house to the room BA used and the balcony there. He watched him for a while as he body surfed, almost like he was trying to prove to Hannibal what he was fit enough to do, and then he swam out beyond the breakers and flipped over onto his back, just floating, face to the skies. Hannibal changed into a pair of shorts, made a quick detour to the bathroom, grabbed an armful of towels from the tumble drier and followed him down.
Face didn’t acknowledge him at all until he had swum right up to him, finger tips trailing across his ribs under the water, “Face...”
His eyes stayed glued to the first stars of the evening, “Hey, boss. You come to fetch me in?”
Hannibal swam up behind him and let his legs float up so they were either side of Face’s, stomach pressed against his back, and wrapped his arms across his chest, tucking his chin over the chilled skin of his shoulder and floating with him. “No, kid,” he dropped a kiss onto the salty skin, “I’ve come to say I’m sorry.” He felt Face tense above him and let an ironic smile drift across his mouth, “Surely it’s not that much of a rarity...?”
Face laughed, “You kidding? Hannibal Smith admitting he was wrong? It’s like the sky falling in...”
Hannibal squeezed his arms tighter around the kid’s chest in reply.
“So...” Face’s voice carried that edge to it that told Hannibal he knew he was challenging, “What’s going on with you then?”
There was no reply as Hannibal adjusted his position slightly, making sure he wasn’t dragging Face under the water, and wondered how best to answer that question. Murdock’s parting comment had made him think, made him realise his incredibly perceptive pilot was spot on with his observation. He knew he’d not had the best couple of years, knew they’d been hard on him, sleep didn’t come as well as it had in the past, sometimes he got these headaches right across his forehead; stress, bearing down on him. He knew that finding Face in that apartment in Cabrini Green had been one of the worst moments of his life, he knew that realising he had hurt him the morning they’d made love had almost drowned him in guilt, but what he hadn’t realised until Murdock pointed it out, was how he was projecting all that fear and pain and guilt and anguish right back onto Face.
Yes, he was worried that if they had sex again that he would hurt his lieutenant, but that wasn’t what was fuelling his desperate protective streak. He was terrified that if Face was hurt once more, injured, damaged, taken from him again, then he would be the one who would disintegrate.
“I’m just trying to keep you safe,” he whispered. It wasn’t the whole truth, but he hoped it would suffice.
Face turned round in his arms and tugged them both upright, his toes just brushing the soft sand below them, “Well, I know there’s more to it than that, boss, but I’ll let it go - for now,” and he moved in and kissed Hannibal’s lips, feeling their warmth under his water cooled skin.
It was chaste at first, Hannibal was wary, waiting for him to pull back, to bring the conversation round to sex, for the whole stupid argument to start up again, but Face surprised him by sweeping his tongue gently across the older man’s lips, asking for entry, his own apology for the last three weeks. Hannibal didn’t need asking twice, he opened up at once, sucking Face’s tongue into his mouth and stroking it with his own, welcoming him home and feeling the rest of his body react in tune with it.
He pulled Face closer, one hand round his back, the other stroking his neck and jaw, sliding into his wet hair and feeling the warmth of his head beneath. He could feel Face bobbing slightly in the water, and knew that the few extra inches he had on the kid meant that Face would be almost out of his depth. He slid one hand down and found a leanly muscled thigh, tugging it up to his hip, trying to get Face to hold onto him.
But suddenly Face pulled away, his hands reaching for Hannibal’s in the black water, tugging him into shallower depths, “Over two years, John,” he breathed as he kicked backwards, “since I’ve been inside you. Too long. I need you now. I’ve been such an ass, wasting all this time...”
He’d obviously found his depth as he stopped, pulling Hannibal into him, and immediately finding his mouth in the darkness. Hannibal wrapped himself up in his embrace, curling his legs round Face’s hips and rubbing their erections together through their shorts.
It got very interesting very quickly and Hannibal began to thrust with his tongue with the same pace as his hips, feeling the cool sea water slapping between their chests with every push, but then Face was pulling away, turning his head to kiss salty sea splashes from Hannibal’s shoulder.
“House,” he whispered between kisses, “Bed....... Now.”
He tried to break free, but Hannibal held on even tighter, the muscles in his thighs locking solidly around Face’s hips. “No,” he murmured against Face’s neck. “Right here, right now...”
Face stopped and pulled his head back, trying to make out his commander’s expression in the darkness, “Here? God, that sounds good, but... shit... I don’t have any –” he broke off as Hannibal found his mouth in the darkness again, then trailed kisses up his face, stopping right next to his ear.
“Don’t worry,” his voice was obscenely hot, “I came pre-prepared...”
Face shuddered at that tone, “Yeah? You brought some –” and he froze, suddenly realising what Hannibal meant, “Fuck... you mean, pre-prepared as in...”
“Ready for deployment, Lieutenant...”
Laughter broke over the chopping of the waves, “You sly old fox, were you planning this?”
Hannibal impatiently ground his hips down into Face’s, “Doesn’t hurt to be prepared, kid. It’s even waterproof. Now are we doing this or what?”
Face laughed again, speaking into Hannibal’s mouth as they prepared to pick where they had left off, “Hell, yes, boss, we’re so doing -” The rest of his words were cut off as Hannibal’s tongue slipped straight into his mouth, finding his own and wrapping around it, drawing a moan from deep in the lieutenant’s chest.
The next few minutes probably wouldn’t have made the final cut of any but the most amateurish of adult films, it wasn’t easy to strip off wet shorts, in the sea, in the dark, wrapped up together and necking fiercely at the same time, but they managed it without drowning which had to count as a success.
Eventually Face had his shorts round his ankles which were firmly planted in the sand, while Hannibal had slipped one leg completely out of his and had them hanging from one foot as he wrapped his lean thighs around Face’s hips once more; Face held him close with one arm around his back , eternally grateful for the way the water halved the colonel’s weight.
Hannibal’s mouth was firmly clamped on his own and he felt him ease up out of the water slightly as Face held his own cock tightly in his right hand, lining himself up in between Hannibal’s cheeks. Then Hannibal broke the kiss and leant back slightly, his eyes shining in the moonlight as he smiled at Face. “You ready, kid?”
Face smiled back, “Oh, yeah, always ready boss... I just don’t know how we are gonna – oh! Shit!”
And Hannibal dropped back down, impaling himself fully on Face’s cock and wrapping his ankles together at the back. He chuckled at Face’s aborted concerns and also at the way the kid was thrusting frantically inside him, no semblance of any rhythm or tempo, his head tipped back, silver in the moonlight, his eyes closed to the stars above him. Hannibal’s laughter died in his throat as he realised he’d never seen a more beautiful sight in his life.
They were both in danger of coming within seconds. Face was obviously almost lost already and Hannibal, with his cock trapped up against Face’s abs, the hot pressure deep inside him and that fucking incredible view, was only heartbeats behind. He decided to take action, jamming his hips forward and holding them there, he elicited a deep moan from Face’s lips before the kid tipped his head forward again and made eye contact, “Boss,” his voice was a strangled whisper, “Oh... I’m so close... don’t think I can hold on...”
“You can,” Hannibal murmured back, “stick with me, Face, find your rhythm,” and then Hannibal started to rock, slowly, backwards and forwards, rolling his lips, long and leisurely, and Face moved with him. In no time the desperation was gone, replaced instead by a slowly roiling desire, stoked just that tiny bit higher with every thrust.
Face adjusted his grip, pulling Hannibal in with both his arms and Hannibal fell on his collar bone, sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin stretched tight over bone, chasing water droplets with his tongue while Face whispered in his ear.
“Missed you... Missed this. Oh, fuck you are so tight boss, so fucking tight...” his hands slid down until they were fondling Hannibal’s ass, kneading the tight flesh as his hips continued to roll, “I need you to lose control, John...” he lifted Hannibal up slightly and pulled him in tighter, on a sharper angle, then thrust again, harder, deeper this time and... Bull’s-eye...
Hannibal bit down sharply on Face’s shoulder as his prostrate was nailed, hard, and Face felt his tempo pick up and his self control slide, “Oh, fuck, Hannibal, you have no idea what you do to me,” he moaned as Hannibal bit him again, higher this time, at the point where his neck met his shoulder, “Come on, John, need to hear you this time, need to hear you when you come...”
Hannibal threw his head back, his eyes squeezed tight and started answering Face’s thrusts, pulling himself up to drop down again at just the right moment and Face realised that the power of speech had now left him and so just fixed his eyes open instead, marvelling at the sight of Hannibal Smith riding his cock with that look of pure ecstasy on his face.
And then they broke. Hannibal first, jerking his hips forward with enough force to bruise and howling to the sky, “Oh, yes, oh, Temp, love you, love you so much kid, oh, God, oh...” and then Face, just watching Hannibal come, listening to his assertions, feeling the clenching muscles around his cock and the unexpected warmth over his stomach, felt himself tip over, pulling Hannibal close, burying his face in a wet shoulder and just driving himself home.
It was all over too quickly, Face’s thighs cramping under the strain and Hannibal sliding himself down, making Face feel suddenly cold, but then wrapping him up in his arms again, chasing those chills away.
“Careful, kid,” his voice was husky and knowing why sent shivers of delight down Face’s spine, “You’re gonna drown us both, come here...”
And somehow they half swam, half staggered out of the sea, Face shivering hard now, and almost fell onto the towels Hannibal had left on the beach.
Hannibal yanked the wet shorts from their ankles and threw them in the sand, then grabbed a couple more towels from his pile and pulled them over them both, tugging Face’s cold body right into his.
“How long were you in that sea, Face?” Hannibal murmured as he rubbed Face’s arm vigorously, feeling the shivers wracking his body, “You’re bloody freezing...”
“F-fucking ages...” Face stammered, “Was only g-gonna give you another m-minute, then I was coming b-back...”
Hannibal laughed and pulled him in even tighter, “I’m that predictable, huh? Or, do you just know how irresistible you are?”
Face just laughed and buried his face in Hannibal’s neck, trying to crawl into the man and his body heat.
They lay in silence as the minutes stretched by and Face gradually stopped shivering. Hannibal held him close and looked up at the stars, in awe of the position he found himself in here. If all this crazy running and hiding and dodging the authorities and living right on the edge of the law meant that he could have this thing he was having with Face, then he would take that life hands down over anything else that God might have on offer. Any day. No question.
“What you thinking about?”
He’d assumed that Face had fallen asleep and the quiet voice, interrupting his musings, had startled him. He looked down to see Face starring up at him, the moon reflected in his eyes and his skin a pearly silver. He looked like something magical or fey and for a moment Hannibal just couldn’t reply.
“Boss?” a poke to the ribs some brought him out of himself and he flicked the back of Face’s neck in return.
“You, you cheeky whelp.”
“Me?” Face was attempting to sound innocent and failing badly, “What about me? How devastatingly handsome I am?”
Hannibal caught his eyes and held them, “Yes,” he whispered, enjoying the look of surprise that washed through Face’s expression, the soft ‘o’ his mouth made, “and how gloriously sexy you are, and how I love that you are mine... and how I love you...”
Face just stared and Hannibal knew that the sudden luminescence in his eyes was nothing to do with the moon, “Boss...” his voice was like a breath against Hannibal’s neck.
“And how much I want to be inside you, how I want to watch you come on my cock...”
Face’s eyes slid shut and the lids fluttered in the moonlight, “God, yes...”
Hannibal turned so that his newly awakened erection rubbed against Face’s stomach and started dropping kisses on his lieutenant’s face. “House?” he whispered between kisses, “Bed?....... Now?”
Laughing at Hannibal’s gentle teasing, Face turned into him, pushing his own erection into his thigh, “No,” he murmured, playing his part well, “Right here, right now...”
There was a kiss and a chuckle in his hair, “Impatient boy,” the affection in his voice impossible to miss, “It’s a good job I was a boy scout.” He leaned over Face and retrieved a tube from the pocket of his shorts.
Face made some kind of disgusted snort as Hannibal pulled back across him, “You’ve planned this whole thing boss haven’t you?”
Hannibal looked right into his eyes, assessing how much the tone of his voice had been put on and smiled, “No, Temp, I didn’t plan this. I just really, really hoped for it.”
And then Face’s hand was in his hair pulling him down and his mouth was hot and inviting and Hannibal almost dropped the lube in his haste to get it open.
Foreplay is wonderful. It plays a vital part in the lovemaking process, relaxing both partners and slowly building to that point when the need is all consuming, and as such – there was absolutely no need for it at this moment.
Since that night four months ago in Montana, this had been at the forefront of Face’s mind at almost every minute of the day. All he had thought about when he got himself off, and even, although he was embarrassed to admit it, when he was with Jessie, was that moment of Hannibal slowly filling him up while he stared right into his eyes.
It was all that kept him holding on when Pacitto’s boys were trying to beat his insides out through his skin.
And now, he shivered as Hannibal’s slicked fingers slowly opened him up, he was going to get his moment back.
“I’m ready...” he murmured, hips twitching impatiently as Hannibal went about his task meticulously.
“Face...”
“No, Hannibal,” Face’s hand gripped his boss’ jaw, forcing him to look up at him, “I’m ready, I need this. I need to be yours... Take me... now.”
And how the hell could anyone, could Hannibal resist that?
A white heat settled over his eyes and he pulled his fingers out, mouth finding Face’s, and cock lining itself up almost of its own accord, and then he pulled back. Propped up on his arms he stopped, the wet head of his cock, just pressing at Face’s opening, “Do you know how I feel about you, kid?” he whispered, knowing that Face couldn’t look away from him now.
A blush swept up Face’s cheeks.
“Do you?”
He saw Face swallow. Hard.
“I love you,” he started to slowly push in, staring right into Face’s blown iris as he did so, “I fucking love you so damn much that there isn’t anything in my life I have ever loved more.” Slowly, slowly, he edged in, “You’re it, Temp, my everything. I’m yours and you’re mine.”
Face’s eyes were impossibly wide and his hands on Hannibal’s shoulders were shaking ever so slightly, ”Yes, John,” Hannibal had to strain to hear him, “and... please...” and that broken little plea snapped the tiny thread of self restraint that Hannibal had been clinging to. He pulled back and slammed himself back in, feeling Face’s entre body shift backwards in the sand, watching as his neck arched and his head tipped back, hips rising to meet Hannibal’s thrust.
“Beautiful,” Hannibal whispered, watching his boy bucking beneath him, all lean, wiry muscles like a prize colt, “And mine!”
He set a brutal pace, watching every twitch and jolt, living for each gasp and moan and gripping Face’s hips so hard he could feel the bones moving under the skin.
Then he dropped down, his hands buried in the sand either side of Face’s head, Face’s hands on his shoulders, hanging on for dear life, and as he leant forward, his cock head hammered Face’s prostrate with every thrust and the kid started to unravel. Hannibal watched for a moment as Face edged closer and closer to the threatening abyss, but then it was suddenly too much and Hannibal dropped his head, finding any patch of skin he could reach to kiss, to lick, to nip... and then he bit, hard and sudden, right over Face’s heart and his boy came, crying out a wordless cry, his head and his hips thrusting up to the stars and Hannibal felt himself catch light and explode as his cries mingled with Face’s.
Hannibal was never sure if he didn’t actually pass out for a few minutes on that night. But it was certainly very vague at first until his senses returned one by one. Sight came first as he looked down to find himself collapsed over Face’s chest and he rolled off, feeling coming back to his body with vengeance as he landed hard on a pebble right under his hip bone. He reached out an unresponsive hand to touch Face’s cheek and the kid opened his eyes and looked at him, the most relaxed, blissed out expression on his face that Hannibal had ever seen. And then the roaring in his ears died down to be replaced with the crashing of the waves instead and he could just about persuade his mouth to work.
“You okay, kid?” How loud had he shouted when he came? God, his throat was sore...
Face smiled at him, the kind of smile that opens the gates of heaven, “Never better...” and Hannibal believed him.
Then it was suddenly too much effort to talk, or to move and so Hannibal just grabbed the towels and pulled them over them both again, pulled Face’s head on top his chest and fell fast asleep, arms and legs entwined like a Celtic knot.
And that’s how Murdock and BA found them. Dead to the world and completely at peace for the first time in years. They didn’t wake when Murdock gently prised them apart, or when BA took turns in carrying them back to the house. It was only when the sunlight streamed in through the open curtains that either of them stirred.
But they didn’t get up – not for the rest of the week.
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Date: 2011-04-26 06:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-28 07:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-05-04 02:55 am (UTC)The angst and the CONSTANT - and very annoying! ;P - misunderstandings were delicious, the plot was exciting and riveting and wonderful, Jessie I liked very much, Murdock was amazing, BA - he's my brother! awww - was amazing, Hannibal and Face were... well, sometimes I just wanted to bang their heads together and MAKE THEM TALK DAMMIT, I loved it.
Holy crap, seriously. Angst and more angst and feelings and action and badasses being badasses and OH FACE and OH HANNIBAL and suspense and drama and horror and even more angst and damn, I loved it!!!
... even if it HAD a nice ending, lol! ;P The angst more than made up for that, haha!
<3<3<3<3 Never stop writing!!
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Date: 2011-05-04 07:15 pm (UTC)And I liked Jessie too - wish I hadn't killed her off, she would have been fun for Murdock.
But reading Nowhere Man & Long & Winding Road in one night? I think I'm going to make you an award for 'surviving angst' or something - very impressive!
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Date: 2011-05-04 09:57 pm (UTC)I wrote these three fics for Christmas and ended up killing about everyone in all of them. Couldn't sleep very well, either, I thought about them a lot, too. But I'm glad I wrote them, and you should be too! It's really an amazing story!
PS: LOL these weren't the only angst fics I read yesterday, haha. But thanks for the award, lol!
Okay, I need a speech. Um. Okay. Thank you God, for not striking me down with lightning for reading gay porn at night... oh wait, that was Zeus. Sorry, God, for confusing you with other deities. Thanks to my family who has no idea what exactly I do on the net, thanks for coke and Earl Grey which lets me be awake... thanks for having a free week and being able to sleep in, uh.... oh! Thank you to all the brilliant writers out there, delighting me with their work, and most of all, thank you indigo_angels for writing these amazing stories and also for this award, which will go on my bookshelf, directly next to the award I got in school because I came to class on a Sunday. So, thanks! ;P
... lol. Comment got longer than expected. Back to writing now, haha!
Nowhere Man and The Long and Winding Road
Date: 2011-07-11 04:59 am (UTC)Re: Nowhere Man and The Long and Winding Road
Date: 2011-07-13 10:01 pm (UTC)And real life is never smooth (well, mine isn't!), so I can't make my fics like that either. I'm thrilled that you notice/appreciate that in the stories you've read! :)