Close
 
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Title: Close
Author: emmastark
Copyright: 2002
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: slash
Summary: Face and Murdock are caught in a cave-in! 
Note: A birthday story for Lark.
 
 
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Close
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Murdock brushed dirt off Face's cheek. "You okay?"
 
Face scowled. "No," he said.
 
Murdock edged nearer. "It's cold in here."
 
"Caves are always cold," said Face. His nose wrinkled suddenly, and he sneezed.
 
A little more dirt fell down on them, and both of them looked up at the cave’s dirt roof. It was close. Claustrophobically 
close. Hard to breathe close.
 
They could hear a plan being enacted somewhere above them. The muffled sound of shovels scraping against mud and rocks. 
But the cave-in hadn't left them much room in which to wait for rescue.
 
The flame in the old kerosene lantern (their only light) guttered, suddenly, and went out.
 
They were silent for a moment. Sitting in the blackness. Listening to the shovels.
 
Face reached into his pocket and pulled out his lighter. Flicked it on, and looked at Murdock by its small, golden glow. 
"Hey," he said.
 
Murdock smiled. Waggled his eyebrows. "Hey."
 
"It's cold in here," Face said. Letting his eyes be wanting.
 
"We left the blankies in the car," Murdock said. Along with their jackets. He shivered a little. Rubbed the goosebumped flesh
 of his arms.
 
Face let the flame on his lighter go out, and stuck it back in his pocket. Then reached over and put his hand where he 
remembered Murdock's lap being. "Maybe we should rub something together to keep warm," he said.
 
Face's fingers found Murdock's zipper in the dark and pulled it down. Slid his hand inside and rubbed his palm against 
Murdock's cock. It moved against his fingers, and he grasped it carefully. Squeezed gently.
 
"Good plan, Facey," Murdock breathed. "That sounds like a very good plan."
 
The darkness smelled like earth and anticipation. Murdock’s eyes kept trying to see, until he shut them, finally. Trusted himself 
to Face and other senses. Sweet taste of lips and sound of Face’s breath, in that small space. The feel of Face’s hand against 
his cock.
 
Face pulled Murdock close, between his legs, and Murdock leaned back into his embrace. More dirt fell down on them (the 
sound of shovels), but the feel of Face’s hand was overwhelming. Breathtaking. “The sky is falling,” he whispered.
 
Face kissed Murdock’s neck. “Do I make the earth move for you?’ he asked.
 
Murdock pushed his hips up against Face’s fingers as they stroked him gently. Inexorably. “Yesss,” he said. “More...”
 
Face’s other hand burrowed into Murdock’s boxers and closed around his balls, cupping them. “Like this?”
 
“Yes!” Murdock said. “Oh, yeah, ohh...” He felt the blood rise in his cheeks (hot) and he was breathing hard. Pushing back 
against Face (closer), heels scraping against the cave’s dirt floor. He felt a shivering sweetness run up his thighs, and shoot out 
of him.
 
Face’s kisses caught his cries.
 
Murdock slumped in Face’s arms. Breathing. Just breathing.
 
Face didn’t move his hands. He kept them there, in that intimate caress. Hands slippery with his lover’s cum. Smiling to himself 
in the darkness, his lips buried in Murdock’s hair.
 
When the walls began to crowd again, Murdock moved. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and carefully untangled 
Face’s fingers from his cock and balls. Cleaned them off.
 
His elbow knocked against the cave wall, and a bunch of dirt came down on them. “Face!” he said.
 
Face started coughing. 
 
Murdock turned and found him with his hands. Brushed dirt off the back of Face’s neck. “The sky is falling,” he said again, but 
serious this time. The air felt thinner, now.
 
Face coughed a little more. Caught his breath, finally. Leaned forward in the dark. Missed Murdock’s lips, and kissed his chin, 
then his cheek. “You’re just trying... to make me think the world is... ending, so you can get in my pants,” Face said. 
 
Murdock smiled. “No place I’d rather be, darlin’,” he said, “than in your pants.”
 
“You going to put your money where your mouth is?” Face asked.
 
“Do better than that, muchacho,” Murdock said. He struggled onto his knees. Kissed Face’s forehead, then his lips (deep 
kisses, tasting Face’s tongue). Kissed Face’s chest, where his shirt had fallen open (cool, smooth skin). Opened Face’s pants 
(belt, button, zipper) and kissed Face’s cock (hard and hot) through the cloth of his tight briefs. “I’ll put my mouth where my 
mouth is,” he said.
 
Face whimpered softly in response.
 
Murdock pulled Face's briefs down. Carefully. Then closed his mouth around Face's cock.
 
There was a time and place for slow foreplay. For teasing. For prolonging things. But the cave wasn't it.
 
It was very cold. And dark. And not good.  Very not good. Small cave, not much air. The possibility of the rescue party 
causing the rest of the low roof to cave in high. 
 
It was not a time for holding back.
 
Murdock curled himself up around Face's legs and let his mouth caress Face's cock. Licked his way down its length. Took
Face in deep, until he could feel that familiar pressure at the back of his throat.
 
Small sounds escaped from Face, out into the darkness, and Murdock stroked his hand down Face's hip. 
 
Love him so much, he thought. So damn much. 
 
He put that love in his hands and his mouth. He wished he could see what he was doing, but he could see Face always 
(always) in his mind. No darkness could keep them from each other.
 
He could see Face's lips in his mind. See the sweet little crow's feet beside Face's eyes when he smiled, and hear the way
Face whined when he saw them in the mirror. He could see Face's arms, and the way those arms reached for him in the 
morning and the way they wrapped themselves around him at night. He could see Face looking at him, in his mind's eye, blue 
eyes that spoke to him alone -- self-deprecating laughter, pain, lostness, sweetness, love... trust.
 
Face cried out softly (hips thrusting upward) and Murdock swallowed his sweet cum. Then he crawled up Face's body and 
let Face wrap his arms tight around him. He buried his head in Face's neck and tried to keep from trembling with cold and 
love.
 
Face's arms tightened around Murdock. More dirt came down, and he held Murdock protectively in his arms. "Don't forget," 
he said suddenly. "Murdock!"
 
"I'm here, Face," Murdock said. "I'm..."
 
"I love you," Face said.
 
"Oh, darlin'," Murdock said. "I..."
 
The roof began to fall.
 
Dirt spattered down on Face and Murdock, then the roof of the cave collapsed completely. The two men curled around each
other protectively. 
 
"Hannibal!" Face screamed, then held tighter to Murdock. 
 
"Colonel! Murdock felt fear and adrenaline shoot through him as the falling dirt weighed down his legs. "BA!" He could hear
the sound of a shovel scraping against rocks and dirt, frantically, fast, above them, but the dirt closed around their waists. 
Then their chests. Murdock pressed his head close to Face's. ‘Cheek to cheek,’ he thought, and snorted with almost 
hysterical laughter. His arms were wrapped around Face's back, and he could feel Face's heart pounding fast and hard in his 
chest.
 
Face gasped in the close, still, cold air and tried to protect Murdock's head and the back of his neck with his arms. Dirt
climbed up their bodies -- they were chest deep, now. It felt like they were being pulled down into a grave. His heart 
pounded, but he clamped down on the feeling of panic, because there wasn't time for panic. He reached a hand up through the 
falling dirt. Hannibal had to be there, because Murdock couldn't die. 
 
Face choked back a scream when sharp metal bit into his outstretched hand. He wanted to pull his hand back, but he forced it 
up again. "Hannibal!" He could feel blood running down his arm. Dirt filled his nose and mouth. He could feel Murdock trying 
to push upward against his side. He couldn't breathe.
 
He felt a hand close around his wrist before he passed out.
 
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Hannibal reached down and grasped the bloody, muddy hand that was stretching out of the hole at his feet, then pulled. He 
couldn’t tell which of his men he had a hold of until he got his arms around his Lieutenant’s chest. Face wasn’t moving. 
Hannibal lifted him into BA’s arms, then slid a little on the loose, wet soil. 
 
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Murdock pushed his head up through the hole. He coughed and coughed (breathing dirt), and began to slip back down, but
Hannibal grabbed onto the back of his shirt and yanked him up again. Murdock could feel himself being pulled from the 
grasping earth like a deep-rooted weed.
 
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The Castillo children watched, wide-eyed, as the two Americanos pulled their friends up out of the place where the ground 
had caved in. Alberto leaned into his big sister Ana. “Are they… muerto?” he asked. They didn’t look alive. They didn’t 
even look quite like people, all covered in mud like that. 
 
BA had rolled Faceman onto his side and was pounding him on the back. Alberto could tell it was Faceman because he saw 
blond hair under the dirt.
 
The Colonel was holding a canteen for Murdock, who was on his knees, now. Murdock coughed and drank and spit out 
mud.
 
Ana kept staring at Faceman, who wasn’t moving. All the girls in the village had crushes on Faceman. Alberto had teased 
Ana about her liking him. He wished Face would move.
 
He saw Murdock stretch out his hand. “Face!” he shouted hoarsely.
 
Suddenly, Face ~did~ move. His eyes were still closed, but he reached his hand toward Murdock.
 
Murdock crawled across the muddy ground. He took Face’s hand in his own, then laid down next to him. BA held Face as
he coughed.
 
Alberto and Ana ran over to the Colonel. Hannibal was resting his gloved hands on his shovel.
 
“They’re good friends, huh, Colonel,” Alberto said softly. Faceman’s hand was on Murdock’s shoulder, now.
 
“Yes they are,” the Colonel said. He looked up at the gray sky, then patted Alberto’s shoulder. “The best.”
 
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All they had for transportation was a battered ’58 Ford pick-up that BA had gotten running with baling wire, duct tape and
WD-40. Hannibal drove them back to the village. He took the kids in front with him. 
 
In the back of the pickup, Murdock and Face huddled under a tarp. BA tied his handkerchief around Face’s hand, where the 
shovel had hit it.
 
Face winced. “I thought Mexico was supposed to be warm.”
 
Murdock shivered. Face glanced behind him, through the cab window, then scooted closer to Murdock. They tangled their 
legs together under the tarp.
 
BA tied a knot in his handkerchief to make it stay. The blood was already soaking through it. “Yo’ fingers work a’right?”
 
Face grinned a little. “Yes, mother.”
 
Murdock chuckled.
 
BA scowled. Then he wrinkled up his nose. “You stink,” he said.
 
Murdock threaded his arm around Face. “You try bein’ buried alive mudsucka,” he said, “an’ see how good ~you~ smell.”
 
BA giggled. “You the mudsucka now, sucka.”
 
“Thanks, BA,” Face said.  “You’re a big help.” He brushed off his shirt. Ineffectually. The two of them were painted with
mud. Their clothes were heavy with it. He was glad of Murdock’s arm around him.
 
He was glad to be alive.
 
BA sniffed again. Suspiciously. “You don’ smell like dirt,” he said. “You smell like…” He paused. Then he pulled back a 
little. “What you do down there, foo’?” he demanded.
 
Face grinned. He winked at BA.
 
Murdock squeezed Face close as the truck rattled over another pot hole. Glanced up, at where the sun was shining down
through a break in the clouds. Like a promise. “Seized the day, big guy,” he said softly. “Seized the damn day.”
 
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~fin~

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