History Repeating Itself

[notthatcrazy]

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.

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[notthatcrazy]

"You know it."

He nuzzles his cheek before moving his hands to his hips, moving to meet him as he pushes against him

[notjustaface]

"God..." he moans, shivering at the touch like live wires are running through him.

"I haven't been this on edge since I was a teenager."

Letting out a soft laugh, he kisses Murdock hard, opening his mouth with a broad sweep of his tongue. "I love you so damn much..."

[notthatcrazy]

"Should I be flattered? Cause I think I am."

He grins as he eagerly accepts the kiss.

"Love you too.... you have no idea..."

[notjustaface]

"You should be very, very flattered..." he moans, sliding one hand down to gently push at Murdock's underwear. Admittedly, he had a little help but that's neither here nor there.

"Because you... do things to me."

[notthatcrazy]

He instinctively pushes against his hand, his growing arousal increasingly obvious to them both.

"Good things, I hope."

He knows it, but he likes hearing it.

[notjustaface]

Groaning low and loud, he digs his hardness against Murdock's thigh again; "What do you think?"

Great things... amazing things. Things that make him shiver and ache and need.

[notthatcrazy]

He answers the wanton moan with one of his own as he pulls him closer for another deep kiss.

"I think you're amazing."

[notjustaface]

The kiss spins him up high, drawing out another low moan.

"Mmm, I try..." He chuckles under his breath, licking Murdock's lower lip. "But I couldn't do it without you."

[notthatcrazy]

He nips playfully at his lip before pulling back to press kisses along his cheek and temple.

"Happy to be of service."

[notjustaface]

"God I can't take this..." he moans, finally managing down the waistband of Murdock's underwear.

"I need you... real... real bad..."

[notthatcrazy]

"It's okay," he breathes harshly against his neck as his hand joins his to push his shorts the rest of the way down. "I'm here."

[notjustaface]

"I know..." he grins wider, the rhythm of his hips stalling as he feels his own wetness spreading across the front of his boxer briefs.

"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.

[notthatcrazy]

"Mm.. I can tell."

He's not going to ask what he was doing to get that way.

[notjustaface]

Face, being who he is, is more than willing to give that up on his own without much prodding.

"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..."

[notthatcrazy]

"Shh... I know."

He can't keep his hands off him, even as he's reaching into the bag for the necessary items.

[notjustaface]

Each touch drives him up even higher, making his skin flush hot as he doesn't bother with the joy of foreplay - only stroking the lube onto his lover's cock with a firm grip, drawing him up hard.

"Need you now... rough.."

[notthatcrazy]

His single-mindedness is enough to make Murdock pull back a little, though the slick hand on his cock is... rather distracting, to say the least.

"What's goin' on with you?"

[notjustaface]

"Told you..." he murmurs, nuzzling against his cheek and kissing him again. "Wound up."

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."

[notthatcrazy]

"Wait, what... hang on."

He's really not sure what to do with that information.

"Too much."

[notjustaface]

Letting out a low whine, Face sits back upright - leaving him buried deep inside him with a shudder.

"God..." he breathes, "c'mon... you can to it... you're amazing, remember?"

[notthatcrazy]

He closes his eyes, trying not to pull away completely.

"I can't..."

[notjustaface]

"You can..." he whines, "...you can. We're halfway there already."

He laughs slightly, shaking his head; "Well, I'm halfway there... I'm sure we can get you there fast enough."

[notthatcrazy]

"I want to, but I can't."

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.'

[notjustaface]

"What?" His eyebrows knit together, confused. "You can't have sex because... it's bothering you?"

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?"

[notthatcrazy]

"It's not that. It's more of an emotional overload."

There's only so many ways to say 'my crazy is acting up again' without actually saying it.