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First Time: Face's date with Charissa Sosa
The sound of the front door slamming alerted Major John "Hannibal" Smith to the arrival of his young Lieutenant. Holding down the book he was entertaining in the quietness of his unit's quarters to rest on his chest, he caught the tail end of Lieutenant Templeton "Faceman" Peck flying though the lounge he occupied to the kitchen.
"Shit!" Face exclaimed appearing once again in the doorway between the kitchen and the lounge. Hannibal just looked at the disgruntled person now giving him a seriously pissed off look. "Hannibal!" He accused gesturing wildly.
"Deep breaths Face…" Hannibal drawled taking in the sight of Face, all flushed and obviously disgruntled. He smirked, standing up from his seat and placing the book down next to his glass of wine, and half empty bottle.
"That wine was for my date Hannibal…" Face half growled.
"How was I to know Kid?" Hannibal asked as he approached Face, slowly reaching out. "I was out all day."
Face made no attempt to pull himself away from Hannibal's grip as he was pulled into the firm chest of his CO. "Boss, I can't…. I need to get changed and…." Face trailed off. Hannibal's lips on his throat were a distraction Face never ever tiered off.
"Mmmm… You look great…" Hannibal murmured against Face's throat which caused Face to chuckle. "Yeah – well, you may think so but I don't think Charissa would like me in sweaty combats and top…" Slowly bringing his hands up between his chest and Hannibal's, Face gently rubs the strong muscles which are flexing under the cashmere top he had bought Hannibal for his birthday. He loves the feel of it, and Hannibal doesn't complain anymore as Face always runs his hands over it whenever he can.
The chime of the clock on the mantle startles Face, making his eyes dart towards the sound. "Shit- it's 8!" He pushes on Hannibal's chest to free himself, but Hannibal's grip on him is strong.
"Hannibal – I have 5 minutes! I have to go-"
"I'll make it quick…" Hannibal promises as he bites gently on Face's neck and works a hand down between them to the front of Face's combats.
"Oh God…" Face groans, eyes fluttering closed and hips arching up into Hannibal's touch. Hannibal grins increasing the pressure and the friction. Hannibal can feel the way the combats are moving smoothly against the bulge he is so intently massaging and grins as he moves his head to trail kisses up Face's neck to his ear.
"Silk?" Hannibal asks with a gentle nip to Face's ear. It takes a few moments before Face has the coherency to respond. "Y-yeah boss… Silk… Feels cool… Smooth when I do the course…." Face loves silk over all other material. Its smooth and soothing, it's cool and embracing – he always gets lost in the feel of it as it trails over his skin, especially when he's heated with desire. Face grunts at a particularly rough stroke, distracting him from his fleeting thoughts. "Oh God Boss, but I need more!"
More friction, more heat, Face wanted Hannibal's hand.
Hannibal grins and uses his body to push Face back against the wall next to the kitchen door. Face clutched Hannibal's shoulders desperately as he rocks feverishly against Hannibal's still barely moving hand. "Boss – Please!"
"Hold on Baby" Hannibal purrs before capturing Face's mouth in a searing kiss and speeding up his once gentle caresses of Face's heat.
Face was beginning to sweat, his body heating up quickly. His mind's focus was torn between the delicious heat of Hannibal's mouth and the delicious torture of the heating silk and maddening silk induced friction.
Face needed to breath, he couldn't think and he could barely feel anything but pleasure. "Oh John!" Face moaned breaking the kiss, laying his head in the crook of Hannibal's neck as he frantically chases his impending release.
"That's it Temp, come for me – come on…" Hannibal groaned hearing Face's pleasured moans into his neck as he reached his completion, his hips jerking in an unsteady rhythm as Hannibal gently caressed him through his orgasm.
"Oh God… John…" Face breathed, slumping slightly into Hannibal's warm embrace. Chuckling Hannibal places a kiss on Face's pulse point. Casting a glance at the clock, Hannibal grins to himself. "5 minutes, that has to be a record Templeton…"
"Damn it boss…" Face chuckles pulling away on shaking legs. "I really have to go."
"And leave me like this?" Hannibal raises an eyebrow, still grinning.
"Sorry Boss – I already have to make it up to her for the wine and being late. I promise-" Face says as he vanishes upstairs and down in record time changed in new pants and shirt, "-I'll make it up to you when I get home."
"I'll take it out of your ass." Hannibal promises.
"Looking forward to it." Face laughs and is out the door.