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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[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?"

[notjustaface]

"Mmm," he laughs, burying his face against Murdock's neck to enjoy the closeness a few more long minutes.

"A-minus... would bang again, but preferably with better ambiance."

[notthatcrazy]

"Mmm, I'll take that."

He squirms, trying to find a comfortable spot.

"Next time, I vote for a locale with a real bed."

[notjustaface]

Comfortable just isn't going to happen, not with the hard ground under the blanket - but it's passable.

"That sounds like an amazing idea." A real bed, preferably in a real house, in his dreams one that actually belongs to him.

[notthatcrazy]

He'd wholeheartedly agree if he knew what Face was thinking.

"Somewhere kinda out of the way where we don't have to worry about anyone else."

[notjustaface]

"Mmm, and not spending half our lives cramped in a fucking van."

He sighs, finding his lips for another kiss.

"Or avoiding a curfew that Colonel Dad put us under."

[notthatcrazy]

"Mmmhmm."

He leans into the kiss, ruffling his hair affectionately.

"He really is gettin' all parental on us, it's weird."

[notjustaface]

It's being on the run, he thinks, always having to be five steps ahead of the system with next to nothing to work with. Going underground is a great idea in theory, but in practice cramps the soul.

Not to mention the sting of being federal fugitives.

"It's just his thing," Face mutters, relaxing as best he can. "He's worried about everything."

[notthatcrazy]

"He cares."

It's not exactly normal for military units (or ex-military units, he supposes, if they're going to face facts) to be as close as they are, but he's beyond caring. He's always felt at home with his team.

"Sun's setting," he observes, resting his head on Face's shoulder. "Should probably be gettin' back."

[notjustaface]

There's nobody quite like them - for more than one reason.

"Do we have to?" He chuckles slightly, nosing back against him. "We could just stay out here all night."