Anniversary

[notthatcrazy]

It's early, and the sun is just starting to filter in through the blinds as he wakes. He's always been something of a morning person, when he sleeps at all, and though he's gotten better at resting during the night he still has his morning routines.

Leaving Face to sleep a while longer, he slips away to the kitchen for breakfast. He briefly takes note of the calendar on the wall, but it's not until he's poured himself a bowl of cereal and settled in for morning cartoons that the significance of the date sinks in.

Ten years. It's been exactly a decade since Mexico. Since his life was immeasurably changed for the better, despite the hardships and roadblocks along the way.

He'll have to mark the occasion with the others later, but right now there's only one place he wants to be. His breakfast finished, he returns to the bedroom, slipping back under the covers next to his still-sleeping partner. Not wanting to wake him, he contents himself with pressing against his back, letting his fingers trace the tattoo on his bicep before coming to rest on his chest. They've come so far, but sometimes he still wishes he could somehow telepathically communicate the depth of everything he feels.

I love you and I won't ever leave you.

He doesn't even realize he's whispered the words out loud until he feels Face stir in his arms.

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[notjustaface]

"I do..." he murmurs tenderly, stroking himself against Murdock's thigh with a smooth grin.

"What? Me telling you I love you in broad daylight or this?"

[notthatcrazy]

"Mmm... gonna have to go with both."

He presses against him, tracing invisible patterns on his back and arms.

"Now...please?"

[notjustaface]

"Now what?" He asks almost innocently... mostly just because he likes to hear it from time to time - and he's been teased long enough to push those buttons as he tries to remember just where the little bottle of slippery goodness is.

[notthatcrazy]

There's something to be said for knowing each other well enough to push buttons expertly.

"Want you," he sighs, almost whimpering as he tries to get closer.

[notjustaface]

He shifts just the slightest bit closer, bracing himself on one arm as the other more subtly reaches to retrieve it.

"Mmm, well... I'm pretty sure you have me."

[notthatcrazy]

"And I'm lucky to,' he agrees with a grin, poking him in the aforementioned ticklish region. "But you know damn well what I mean."

Teasing's fun and all, but come on.

[notjustaface]

He likes teasing when he's the one in control of it... especially when he feels the cool plastic in his palm and knows even more fun is coming.

"Maybe I do... maybe I just want to hear you ask for it."

[notthatcrazy]

He always feels a little awkward actually saying it... but it's Face. On the scale of things they have done and will do for each other, this one's easy.

"Want you inside me... please..."

[notjustaface]

"There it is..." He grins somehow even wider, thumbing open the bottle and letting the gel into his palm before pushing up on his knees.

"Fast? Slow? Dealer's choice?" It's only further teasing, of course. They have a playful rhythm to things and he's not really one to change that.

And he's pretty sure the gentle stroke of his fingers splitting him open is likely to render Murdock's thought somewhat dim.

[notthatcrazy]

"Go slow," he manages to get out between breaths. He'd like to take things easy and enjoy it, today of all days... but he's open to being surprised.

[notjustaface]

"Mmm... slow..." he purrs, slowly pushing two fingers against his opening - sinking in part way before brushing a kiss against his lips.

"I like slow."

[notthatcrazy]

He practically melts into the mattress as the touch warms him.

"That's my guy."

[notjustaface]

Face can't help but chuckle under his breath, blushing slightly at just how open they can be about it. He's never met anyone quite like Murdock, and after ten years he's pretty glad he hasn't.

He can't imagine things being happier given their circumstances.

"Mmm, truth..." he murmurs, kissing him again as his fingers work slowly - stretching him and teasing him.

[notthatcrazy]

There's definitely no one quite like them. It was a one in a million thing, finding each other, and he's grateful for every day they have.

"You know it," he gasps as those fingers slide in just a bit deeper.

[notjustaface]

Even when they feel numbered, Face is grateful for those days too.

It's that soft gasp he wants to hear, that little break in Murdock's composure before Face curls the tips of his fingers and deliberately strokes over the tender spot.

"Mmm, that's my boy..."

[notthatcrazy]

He's well aware of how Face likes to make him lose control. It's quite a thing to be able to trust someone like that, and he knows Face feels the same.

"Always yours..." He grabs for a better hold in his shoulder as he hits that sweet spot.

[notjustaface]

"Always," he promises just above a whisper, believing himself more and more these days when he says it.

Slowly, he withdraws his fingers only to drag the wet tip of his cock against the stretched opening. He won't last long, but it's okay... they're both worked up enough with teasing touches that it's to be expected.

[notthatcrazy]

It never does last as long as he'd like. Then again, he's pretty sure he could happily spend days doing just this, so maybe that's not entirely a bad thing.

"Please," he sighs, barely loud enough to be heard. "Need you..."

If slipping into a different accent is any indication, he's quite enjoying himself.

[notjustaface]

Thankfully, Face has gotten used to the cast of characters likely to appear in the heat of the moment. At least this time it's not Austrian. Yet.

"Need you too..." he replies earnestly, filling him with a slow push of his hips until they're locked together as close as he can be.

Kissing him again, even deeper than before, he's barely aware of the slow thrusts aside from the hum of pleasure building with each connection of skin against skin.

[notthatcrazy]

Or Australian. "Crikey, he's a beauty" is not the most effective pillow talk ever, at least if you're not trying to make your partner laugh out loud in the middle of an intimate moment.

He lets out a wordless growl as they move together, kissing him back rather more aggressively than usual.

[notjustaface]

It was a good laugh, at least - though he'd rather not *ever* think about The Crocodile Hunter wrestling with his dick ever again.

Ever.

"Mmm..." Face groans into the kiss, letting out a warm growl of his own. "Fiest today..."

[notthatcrazy]

His running commentary about the "elusive one-eyed trouser snake" really didn't help matters at all. Though it was funny looking back on it later.

He nips gently at his lower lip as he curls his fingers in his hair. "Just know how good I've got it, that's all."

[notjustaface]

Funny, horribly embarrassing... really all depends on who you ask.

He's still not laughing.

The gentle tug of fingers through his hair spurs Face on a little faster, his shoulders bearing the brunt of the work as he ties to stay just as close as he can. "I think we both got a pretty good deal here," he manages with a soft groan.

[notthatcrazy]

He really doesn't mean to be embarrassing. He'd tried to keep the voices to a minimum after that.

Clearly, it's a losing battle.

"We really do," he says softly. "We're the luckiest."

[notjustaface]

"Uh-huh..." Face manages with a shaky breath, offering one more hard kiss before pushing up on his knees for better leverage.

"So... fucking... lucky..."

A goofy grin tilts his lips, despite his best efforts to concentrate on the pleasure washing over him.