Forest Porn

[notjustaface]

[Continuation of Thrift Shop Threads]

Maybe it's the lack of alone time they've had, or maybe just the fact that he's been jerking off while everyone else is asleep for a couple weeks - but the idea of pulling off the road and finding a place to park sounds like a great idea.

"There's not much in the way of a view..." He mutters under his breath, trying to keep the van on fairly level ground as they cut through the empty wooded area - if he hurt BA's new baby they'd never hear the end of it and he might end up with some broken bones.

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[notthatcrazy]

And it's that look, lust covering the genuine love he sees underneath, coupled with the firm touch of his hand, that finally pushes him over the edge.

"God... love you so much..."

[notjustaface]

It takes several rough swallows, tender and coupled with rumbling moans, before he rocks back on his heels again - looking more than a little like the cat who got the cream.

"I love you too." He murmurs, pushing up on his feet to brush a wet kiss against Murdock's ear.

[notthatcrazy]

It's getting very close to the time they need to be heading back, and they really shouldn't worry the others when everything about their situation is so up in the air... but all he wants to do in that moment is pull Face down onto the blanket with him.

"Knew that underwear change was gonna be good luck."

[notjustaface]

Time... time. Time could wait.

Working open his zipper with one hand as the other lingers on Murdock's chest, stroking the soft curld, Face groans against his ear; "To be fair, your chances of getting lucky with me are pretty high..."

[notthatcrazy]

"C'mere," he whispers, giving into his desire and tugging him along until they're tangled together with nothing but the treetops above them. It's starting to get on towards sunset.

"I'd say we're both pretty lucky."

[notjustaface]

Screw sunset and curfew and anything that isn't pressing kisses to Murdock's stubbly chin as he manages his own jeans and shorts down far enough to free his hardness.

"The luckiest..." he breathes, stroking himself slowly against Murdock's thigh.

[notthatcrazy]

He reaches a hand in between them to add his own counterpoint to that amazing friction.

"Feels good?"

[notjustaface]

If his gasp is any indication, yeah - feels pretty damn amazing.

"Mmmhmm..." he groans, burying his face in Murdock's hair. "Love it when you touch me, baby."

[notthatcrazy]

"Mmm." He smiles at him from his somewhat awkward vantage point. "I'd touch you all the time if I could."

[notjustaface]

"Mmm, I'd like that..." he groans, rocking his hips into the touch. "But a man's gotta work..."

[notthatcrazy]

"Right," he grins wickedly, picking up the pace of his strokes.

"Can't have you gettin' all distracted."

[notjustaface]

That damn grin...

Face folds toward him, holding him closer with each hard stroke.

"Uhuh..." he gasps; "more than I already am."

[notthatcrazy]

Direction, velocity, control... it's not that different from flying, all told.

"You on the job at the moment, Faceman?"

[notjustaface]

If he knew you were thinking that, Murdock, he'd never be able to see a cockpit again without getting aroused - honest.

Letting himself go, pushing his hips faster as Murdock's palm took over and he dug the tip of his cock against a solid thigh, he moaned low and loud against his lover's ear.

"What'd you think?"

[notthatcrazy]

Hell, he already has trouble not giggling at the word 'cockpit.'

"Hmm... no, I think the distraction worked."

[notjustaface]

It's their fault for giving it such a silly name.

Tilting his head, Face brushes a small kiss across his lips, and then seals it with a much deeper one. Distraction definitely worked, beyond all comparison.

His body shakes the closer he gets, flushing hot against Murdock's chest and legs. "Mmmm... baby..." he murmurs against kiss-bruised lips.

[notthatcrazy]

"That's right... just let go."

And they're definitely going to need some time to make themselves presentable before they head back to home base but it's so, so worth it.

"Love you like this."

[notjustaface]

"Keep talking like that..." he groans, not caring particularly about the cleanup to follow as much as the rasp of body hair against his hard cock.

"Close... close baby..."

[notthatcrazy]

"I've got you, babe. Just the two of us."

Now would be a really bad time for another Cher reference. Just sayin'.

"Come on, I wanna see you...."

[notjustaface]

Definitely not appropriate, Murdock. Thankfully he's far too occupied to notice.

Face buries his nose against the top of his lover's head, holding him as tightly as he can as his hips give several hard thrusts against his thigh before stopping with a loud slap of skin against skin as he topples over the edge.

"Oh god..." he mutters, a loud moan barely held back; "Jesus Murdock... god..."

[notthatcrazy]

"That's it, baby..."

He sighs loudly as he feels the wet stickiness, eventually finding his usual place at Face's side.

"No one else here but the birds and the bees."

[notjustaface]

There's nothing quite like coming down wrapped around his best friend, inhaling the familiar scent of his sweat and feeling his strong arms as his mouth searches out his stubbled jaw.

"Mmmhmm... nice..." he murmurs, eyes tightly closed as he starts to pull himself back together.

[notthatcrazy]

His arms tighten around him as he defaults to his basic comfort mode of essentially petting him like a cat.

"'Nice?' Is that all I'm getting?"

[notjustaface]

He's never minded a little bit of petting, gentle touches bring him down slow and easy and leave him feeling just as warm.

"Mmm..." he raises an eyebrow as though considering it as he presses another kiss to the curve of Murdock's jaw. "Four stars?"

[notthatcrazy]

He's rather fond of the disheveled afterglow look himself.

"A-plus, would bang again?"