Fireworks
Title: Fireworks
Copyright: 2001
Author: emmastark
Rated: ~NC-17~
Disclaimer: All original TAT characters belong to
Stephen J. Cannell and Universal. This story is written for fun, not money.
Archive: Yes
Warning: Explicit m/m slash.
Comments: Please
Summary: Fourth of July, fireworks bursting
‘cross the sky, sparkle in Murdock’s eye, makin’ Facey moan and sigh…
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Fireworks
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The sky was dark
and full of stars. Murdock lay back
against a rough blanket that they’d spread over the ground. Stared out at the empty dark and listened to
the crickets sing and smelled the damp earth as the dew settled down on it and
held Face close.
The night had
exploded, earlier on, with color and light.
Wide red showers of sparks and goblin barkers (flash-crack) and the ones
they both liked best -- white sparkles that fell, glittering, down.
They’d found
themselves in Oregon for the holiday.
Helping a few small farmers hold onto their land. The job was done, but Hannibal had let
himself be convinced into staying for a picnic. Corn on the cob and hot dogs.
Potato salad. Casseroles that
smacked comfortingly of Campbell’s soup (that magic secret ingredient). Relish trays with dill pickles and sweet
pickles and black olives on them.
Watermelon for dessert, hacked into huge, sweet, messy red pieces.
The menu had
been very convincing.
They’d stayed
and ate and laughed and helped make sure the kids didn’t lose any fingers to
cherry bombs or Chinese lanterns.
Jake Anderson
had said you could see the show most anywhere west of town, sometime after
dark. Most of the folks just stayed on
in the Andersons’ yard, chatting and drinking coffee. Watched from there for the show to start, small children nodding
in laps and larger ones running back and forth with sparklers.
Face and Murdock
wandered off at dusk with their blanket.
Murdock’s idea, but Face hadn’t taken too much convincing.
The wheat in the
far field was still green this early -- just edging into gold. They walked more than a mile along the dirt
track until they found a small rise, padded with dandelions and pigweeds.
Murdock laid the
blanket down and flopped onto it.
Face stood for
awhile. Staring out at the fields until
they disappeared into darkness.
Wrapping his arms around himself as a cool breeze lifted around them.
“Nice out here,”
he said finally.
“Nice with you,”
Murdock said.
Face gave his
patented “aw, shucks” grin, rolled back on his heels and stuck his hands in the
pockets of his jeans.
Murdock spread
out his arms. “Come cuddle, baby. I’m gettin’ lonesome down here.”
“Baby?” Face lifted one eyebrow as he lowered
himself into Murdock’s embrace.
“Baby doll,
sweetie cat, darlin’ dear, honey chile...”
“You’re a little
bit country and very mushy, you know that?”
“’s good for
you, Facey.” Murdock started humming
“I’m a little bit country, you’re a little bit rock ‘n’ roll” under his breath.
Face poked him
in the ribs. “If you start channeling
Donny and Marie, I’m going to watch the fireworks with BA.”
Murdock pulled
Face closer. Suddenly serious. “I ain’t gonna let you go.” He stroked Face’s arm, then smiled up at him. “Baby.”
“Hmmph.” Face stretched out alongside Murdock.
Murdock crossed
his arms under his head, and Face used Murdock’s shoulder for a pillow. Looked at his watch. “When are they supposed to start?”
“When it’s dark
dark. Quit fidgeting.”
“I don’t
fidget. You fidget.”
“Quit fussin’,
then.”
They watched
silently as the darkness deepened. Blue
to black. Stars twinkling on -- one,
two, then ten thousand.
They were close enough
to town (it was quiet enough) that they heard the “choonk” as the first charge
was set off. Their eyes traced the thin
white line it made as it rose. They
blinked as it exploded into a giant red shower of sparks that filled the sky.
Face smiled. Leaned closer into Murdock’s warm side. Eyes on the night.
What could be
better than this? What more could a
person want?
Murdock kissed
Face’s cheek. Watched his eyes
brighten. Happy that Face was
happy.
So nice to see
him plainly, uncomplicatedly glad. Face
tended to have half a dozen different emotional states all going at the same
time; you could see one in his hands and another in his smile and three or four
in his eyes. But all of him was happy
now. Focused on the sky.
Face sighed when
they did a big double. Red and green.
Murdock kissed
Face’s ear and buried his nose in Face’s hair.
Face always smelled so good. His
hair and his skin. Not perfumey, just...
good. Clean and good. A little bit like bug spray now, but
still... good.
White sparks
filled the night. Murdock nuzzled
Face’s neck. Planted kisses on Face’s
forehead.
Face pushed at
Murdock playfully. “The fireworks are
up there, Murdock, not down here.”
Murdock kissed
his way down Face’s jaw by the light of a bright, silvery explosion. “I’ll bet I can fix that, darlin’.” He walked his fingers across Face’s denimed
hip. Unbuttoned and unzipped.
“Mmmm...” Face moaned as Murdock pulled at his pants,
and wriggled, but Murdock pressed him firmly down into the blanket. Watched
Face’s eyes close (lids lit with rocket’s red glare). Watched Face’s lips part.
Felt Face’s cock jump under his hand and stiffen as his fingers closed
over it.
Face’s head
tipped back when Murdock moved down lower on the blanket and took Face’s cock
in his mouth.
Face licked his
lips.
This was better.
Lights in the
sky (still flashing?) paled in comparison to this. (Lips and tongue moving generously, sweetly, over hot
flesh).
Who could hear
explosions over the sound of his own happiness?
Murdock’s mouth
moved over his cock, careful and wonton, gentle and wild.
Murdock gripped
Face’s shirt (handfuls of cloth) and pulled him closer, closer, closer. Gave Face the back of his throat, let
himself be filled over and over again with salty heat.
To Face,
everything was rhythm and Murdock’s heavy warmth. Everything was fireworks (in his head now, yes) and sweetness
exploding through his chest.
Face cried out.
Face opened his
eyes (finally) to see the Aurora Fire Department’s grand fireworks finale
exploding across the sky.
God, Murdock had
good timing.
Murdock pulled
Face up, so he could rest his head in Murdock’s lap. They watched two dozen explosions splash gaudily, beautifully
overhead.
Face wrapped his
arms around Murdock’s waist. “Fireworks,”
he said softly. Sleepily.
“Lay close here,
darlin’. Let’s stay here awhile.”
“I’m close.”
Murdock ran his
hand through Face’s hair. “Just where I
like you.”
“Like
me...” Face murmured.
“Like you lots,
Face,” Murdock said. Smiling. “Like you lots.”
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~fin~