Disclaimer: All characters belong to Stephen J. Cannell and Universal.
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Warning: M/M SLASH – If you are under the legal age
of consent in your area or have a problem with the
graphic description of male/male sex, please do not
read this story.
Comments: Please
Summary: Sex. Just sex. Well, a little talking.
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Soft Words
Murdock eased himself deeper. He let his fingers
trail along his lover’s spine, then grasped Face’s
hips firmly.
Felt so good. Smooth roughness. Heat (so why are we
shivering?). Deep tight sweetness. So sweet.
"You okay, baby?"
"Mmmmmm…" Face moaned into the pillow beneath him.
"Is that an ‘Mmmmm, yes’ or an ‘Mmmmm, no’ my sweetie,
honey, darlin’ dear?"
Face clutched the bedclothes in his hands and pressed
back, up into Murdock, then rolled his hips in one
graceful, languorous movement. Murdock gasped; Face
grinned, and began to roll his hips again. Then he
stopped and looked over his shoulder.
"Am I really your darlin’ dear?" he asked softly.
"Very dear," Murdock murmured. "So dear."
Face moved beneath him again and Murdock began to rock
back and forth. Good. Feels so good. Feels so good.
Feels so good.
Murdock stretched out his legs ‘til they lay over and
along Face’s legs, still moving, keeping the rhythm,
resting his weight on his forearms, letting his weight
carry him deeper in. He buried his face in the soft,
honey blonde hair. Breathed his lover’s shampoo, sex
sweat, scent.
Heat and need rocked him. (Deeper.) And he plunged
in and out faster now, harder. (Deeper.)
Feels so good. Good. So good.
Face muttered under his breath beneath him. "… Yes,
baby, god, please, oh baby, yeah, oh, fuck yeah, god
yeah…"
Soft words. Love words.
Murdock was so hard.
Goodfeelsgoodohgodohgod…
Murdock’s toes curled against the rumpled sheets for
traction and he hilted himself into his lover,
smashing flesh into hot flesh. Sweet flesh. Holding
himself there, deep, yes, oh yes.
He cried out and then he came, rushing spurts of
ecstasy, release. Eyes rolling back.
He gasped for breath.
Face moaned under him, one long "Ohhhhh…" and his body
jerked, and Murdock knew that he’d come too, cock
pressed against cool silk.
Murdock had collapsed onto Face’s back, but he didn’t
remember collapsing. He gasped for breath, and could
hear Face gasping for breath beneath him, feel him.
Face’s head tilted against the pillow, and Murdock
brushed his lips against eye lid, temple, cheek. He
couldn’t move, but he couldn’t stop moving his lips
against Face’s skin.
"Love tastes like sweat," he said. Licking. Kissing.
The corner of Face’s mouth turned up. "You’re so
romantic, Murdock."
"Heavy?"
"I like heavy."
Murdock sighed happily. He snuggled against the back
of Face’s neck (kissing). "Stay here forever," he
said.
"Mmmmm…" Face said.
"Baby?"
"Mmmmm?"
"Baby, you’re so sweet, I…"
"Thought I was salty."
"Both."
Murdock tickled his tongue on Face’s eyelashes, rubbed
his cheek against Face’s cheek.
They breathed slow now. Trust and happiness and
afterglow.
"Love you, Murdock," Face murmured softly.
"Love…" Murdock said. "Love…" and he drifted into
sleep.
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Love tastes like sweat, Face thought to himself as he
drifted toward dreaming. He smiled. Kind of yucky,
if you thought about it too much. But real. Real.
Murdock lay on his back like a blanket, heavy, warm,
still inside him a little.
Face loved the warm weight, the heaviness on him.
Real. It was real. Real.
Murdock was teaching him about love all over again.
