H.M. Murdock (
notthatcrazy) wrote2013-07-16 09:10 pm
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History Repeating Itself
It's been a few weeks since their respite in Mumbai, and Face's leg has healed up just fine. He's up to his old tricks tonight, conning information from the campaign manager for the corrupt politician they're investigating. Murdock's got the responsibility of meeting him at the rendezvous point.
"You look like that went well," he observes dryly as Face slides into the passenger seat.
"You look like that went well," he observes dryly as Face slides into the passenger seat.
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"Sorry... I just... got a little worked up tonight." He laughs sheepishly, managing to maneuver the underwear down his thighs before kicking them off the end of the bed - indeed more than a little worked up.
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He's not going to ask what he was doing to get that way.
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"I'm sure..." he purred, shifting upward to kneel across Murdock's thighs and kissing him again as he reaches for the bag on the side of the bed.
"I want you so bad..."
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He can't keep his hands off him, even as he's reaching into the bag for the necessary items.
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"Need you now... rough.."
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"What's goin' on with you?"
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He lets out a rough sigh, guiding Murdock's cock against him - pushing back hard and fast.
A guttural moan escaped his throat followed by a hollow; "Guy was all over me... practically begged me to go out back with him."
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He's really not sure what to do with that information.
"Too much."
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"God..." he breathes, "c'mon... you can to it... you're amazing, remember?"
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"I can't..."
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He laughs slightly, shaking his head; "Well, I'm halfway there... I'm sure we can get you there fast enough."
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He takes a shaky breath, finally pulling away to look him in the eye.
"Sometimes it gets to me."
He doesn't specify exactly what he means by 'it.'
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He shifts down, rolling onto his side to trace his hand over Murdock's chest.
"You can be on top, that's fine... however you want to work it out?"
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There's only so many ways to say 'my crazy is acting up again' without actually saying it.
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"It's okay..." he murmurs, gently rubbing Murdock's chest; "we can do this. You're safe, remember? Good hands..." He holds up his hand as though showing the minimal light reflected off his rings might make a difference.
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"Just.. give me a minute?"
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"Sure... yeah... whatever you need." He brushes a small kiss to his partner's shoulder, for the first time realizing there's something a little more than being oversensitive going on.
"You okay, man?"
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It's hard to explain how his mind works at the best of times, let alone during an unexpected mid-sex freakout.
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"Murdock..." he says softly, sliding his fingers from his partner's chest to take his hand. "Talk to me, what's going on?"
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He rests his head on his partner's shoulder.
"You were talking too much."
It's the closest he can get to expressing what's going on, when he's not entirely sure himself.
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"Hey... sorry... I kinda didn't realize." Maybe he had too much scotch... maybe he just let himself get a little too worked up for his own good.
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"I know... it's okay."
He leans against him, letting the weight of his embrace continue to calm him.
"As long as you're here, it'll be okay."
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"You're mine, right?"
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"And you're mine?"
It sounds more questioning than he means it to.
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"Come on, I love you. You know that. No matter how many hot guys rub up on me and try to get me out in the alley I'm yours."
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