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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[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.

[notjustaface]

He can't help but push just a little further, little brain winning over the big brain.

"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.

[notthatcrazy]

It seems to make him more skittish, if anything.

"Just.. give me a minute?"

[notjustaface]

Relaxing against him as best he can, Face lets out a somewhat frustrated sigh and drops his hand to rub Murdock's chest again.

"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?"

[notthatcrazy]

"I don't know."

It's hard to explain how his mind works at the best of times, let alone during an unexpected mid-sex freakout.

[notjustaface]

The frustration is replaced with honest concern, he really doesn't know how to react but he gets the impression thinking with his dick isn't going to cut it.

"Murdock..." he says softly, sliding his fingers from his partner's chest to take his hand. "Talk to me, what's going on?"

[notthatcrazy]

"Just got a little panicky."

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.

[notjustaface]

Wrapping his arm across Murdock's chest - he presses another small kiss against his shoulder.

"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.

[notthatcrazy]

A little.

"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."

[notjustaface]

"I'm not going anywhere..." he nuzzles against Murdock's jaw - pressing another small kiss.

"You're mine, right?"

[notthatcrazy]

He nods, breathing deeply.

"And you're mine?"

It sounds more questioning than he means it to.

[notjustaface]

"Was there ever any question?" He raises a wry eyebrow, squeezing his hand tight.

"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."