Author: Stiney
Title: Gobble, Gobble
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Ah, Thanksgiving, so much to be thankful for;)
Warning: m/m sex
Disclaimer: As usual, they’re not mine.
Author’s Note: The title is a little odd BUT I swear there’s a method to my madness;)
“Murdock, what are you doing?” Face questioned from the living room.
“Nothing, Facey.” Murdock replied coming out of the kitchen with a bowl of cranberry sauce.
Face smiled and shook his head at Murdock’s goofy Indian headdress.
“What? I’m a Thanksgiving Indian.” Murdock had explained earlier when questioned about the odd choice in
headgear.
Face’s smile quickly turned into a heated leer as he remembered the last time Murdock was dressed up like this.
He’d gone to get Murdock out of the VA but didn’t get very far as his ‘Indian savage’ decided to ravage him
right there on the floor of the room, in the makeshift teepee.
After putting the bowl on the table Murdock turned, noting the look on his lover’s face and knew the only
‘Thanksgiving feast’ in the near future would most likely be him.
“Whatcha staring at Facey?” Murdock asked oh, so innocently.
“You.” Face responded, closing the distance between them and backing Murdock against the wall.
“What time will the turkey be done?” Face questioned, slipping his hands under Murdock’s bright yellow shirt
with the cartoon turkey that read, ‘Gobble, Gobble’.
“Um, an hour.” Murdock said as Face’s hands dipped under his waistband.
“When are B.A. and Hannibal supposed to get here?” Face asked, nipping lightly at Murdock’s throat.
“ ‘Bout an hour, too.” Murdock answered before kissing Face.
Face pulled away from the kiss, “You’ve been eating the cranberry sauce, haven’t you?”
Murdock grinned, “No I haven't.”
Face leaned in for another kiss then looked at him suspiciously, “ Mmm, hmm sure you haven’t,” he then started
tugging the shirt over Murdock’s head, knocking the headdress to the floor where the shirt soon followed.
“Good, an hour gives us some time for a little native conversion.”
Murdock chuckled; moving the shirt off of Face’s shoulders then started unfastening his pants.
“No need to convert me, muchacho. I’ve been on your side for sometime now.”
“That’s good because otherwise I’d be in big trouble.” Face laughed as he slid Murdock’s briefs and pants down
his hips.
“Bedroom?” Murdock questioned.
“Mmm, no. How about living room floor?”
“Why, Facey you’re so romantic.”
“Yeah.” Face said leading Murdock over to the couch where he grabbed a throw blanket and put it on the floor.
“See? Just for you.” Face pointed at the blanket.
“Only if you’ll join me, dear.” Murdock said drawing Face down to the floor.
Murdock sighed into their kiss as Face trailed a hand down his parted thighs, caressing his balls and cock before
moving lower and gently rubbing a finger against his anus.
Face moved his hand from Murdock’s ass, making the pilot frown slightly.
“Murdock, hold on I need to get the lube from the bedroom.” Face said, slowly kissing his way down Murdock’s
body, stopping at his cock and wrapping his lips around the head, giving a teasing flick of his tongue before letting
go and leaving for the other room.
“Hurry up and get back here.” Murdock groaned.
“I’m coming.”
“I’d like us both to, so get in here.”
“You know, you’re a very pushy bottom.” Face said, uncapping the tube as he came back into the room.
“Yep, I know. I’m a card carrying member of the PBS, baby, Pushy Bottom Society.”
Face shook his head then silenced Murdock with a kiss as he slid a slick finger into his talkative lover. After
making sure they were both ready Face kissed Murdock as he pushed into the pilot.
“I love you.” Murdock moaned wrapping his legs around Face’s back pulling him closer as their bodies started
rocking in rhythm together.
Face kept a tight grip on Murdock’s hips, pulling him forward with every thrust, knowing he was hitting his
prostate every time as Murdock whimpered and jerked underneath him.
“Love you.” Face whispered in Murdock’s ear.
“So good.” Murdock moaned as he reached between their bodies and took hold of his own cock and started
stroking himself.
As he felt Murdock’s knuckles brush against his stomach, Face kissed him quickly, his fingers digging roughly
into Murdock’s hips, as he pushed into him once more before he came. Face moved his hand to Murdock’s cock,
helping him to his completion, watching as Murdock arched his back off the floor, and came into their hands.
As they lay on the floor, their breath slowly steadying Face kissed Murdock’s neck and shoulders.
A satisfied grin spread over Murdock’s face and he cracked open one eye to peek at Face who was busy kissing
his collarbone.
“Boy, Facey that sure was something to give thanks for.”
Face laughed and pulled Murdock closer to him right before the oven buzzer went off and the doorbell rang.