Alone Time

[notjustaface]

Alone time is rare at best, and as he clutches the co-pilot's seat of the salvaged Cessna - only a little nervous each time Murdock tries a trick - the fact that they're getting almost a whole day to themselves is more or less the best thing on his mind. They're on a job, of course - they're coming more frequently over the last few months and while the pay seems to be lower at least it's keeping them moving since their close call back in Chicago - but he'll take what he can get.

Even if what he can get is spending the night together in a lean-to in the backwoods of southern Oregon with a few sleeping bags and a cooler while they wait for the boss' call to pick up the other half of the team in northern California. It's still nice to have a little downtime.

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[notthatcrazy]

He stays as silent as possible as they wach the young deer approach the stream. There's obviously not many people around, as it hasn't learned to be afraid of them yet. After it drinks its fill, the fawn gives them one last glance and flicks its tail before departing.

"Wow," he says quietly.

[notjustaface]

Murdock's smile makes it even better than the simple glimpse of nature that Face knows he tends to take for granted.

"I can't believe the plane didn't scare them all off." It's been almost an hour since they landed, but it definitely seems like the kind of thing that'd send wildlife scattering.

[notthatcrazy]

"Probably took 'em a while to come out of hiding."

He looks past him at the path the fawn took back into the woods.

"Wonder where its mom is."

[notjustaface]

With a shrug, he replies; "Probably not far. Want to try following 'em back? Or should we check out the water?"

He's game for anything, really. It's nice to just be able to exist for a while without thinking about the last job or the next job or how many steps from military tribunal they are.

[notthatcrazy]

"Nah, we should leave 'em alone. Let's go see the water."

He's already heading for the stream bank as he says it.

[notjustaface]

His shirt long gone, Face isn't exactly shy about stripping down to his briefs as they get closer - leaving his boots and pants unattended by a tree to wade in up to his calves before Murdock even notices him.

"It's really cold!" He shouts, grinning wider. "Like... Russia cold."

[notthatcrazy]

He doesn't hesitate to join him, though he opts for rolling up his pants rather than stripping down to his skivies.

"Whoo! That'll wake ya up in the morning."

[notjustaface]

"What, I don't even get you shirtless?" Face teases, wiggling his toes against the gentle chilled current.

"No fair."

[notthatcrazy]

Sticking his tongue out, he shucks off his shirt and undershirt and tosses them back on the bank.

"Better?"

[notjustaface]

"Much." He shifts closer, feet sliding across smooth stones and silt until his arms wrap around Murdock's waist, tugging him to his chest.

"And I can think of a way to make it even better."

[notthatcrazy]

He rolls his eyes, reaching down to playfully splash him a little.

"Does it involve nudity?"

Like he has to ask.

[notjustaface]

The cold water stings across his legs and chest - sending his manhood packing with a deliberate chill.

"Maybe..." he hisses, returning the splash with a half-laugh. "Maybe I'll just toss your ass all the way in."

[notthatcrazy]

There's a slightly wicked undertone to his laugh as he wraps his cold, wet arms back around Face.

"I suppose we might as well go for it, since we're here and all."

[notjustaface]

Never afraid to take one for the team - even if that one is bitterly cold - Face squeezes him tight and lets himself fall back into the shallow water.

Fully submerged for only a second, his head comes back up with a loud shocked cry. "Holy Jesus fuck!"

[notthatcrazy]

"Language!" he teases, like they didn't hear worse on a regular basis in the army.

"Cold enough for ya?"

[notjustaface]

"Pick one!" He gasps, roling Murdock onto his side to give him the full effect of the chill.

"God, how can you handle this?" Even as he asks, his skin is acclimating to the cold - his core temperature adjusting as well as it can.

[notthatcrazy]

He flails a bit as he's rolled, but only for a moment.

"Just tough that way, I guess."

He leans back, happily splashing more.

[notjustaface]

An errant splash catches his face, eliciting another string of mild profanities, and he retaliates by wrapping his arms around his partner. Boldly, he shoves both hands down the front of Murdock's wet jeans in search of warmth.

"You're crazy." But he loves it.

[notthatcrazy]

He yelps at the cold touch.

"I think that's a well-established fact, darlin'."

[notjustaface]

Just as established as the hidden warmth between Murdock's thighs, which he promptly seeks out.

Laughing unexpectedly, he says; "Go figure, a hundred miles from anything with my hands in your pants."

[notthatcrazy]

He laughs, looping his arms around Face's shoulders.

"I swear, I think you engineer things so stuff like this'll happen."

Not that he's complaining. Although he might have picked someplace warmer.

[notjustaface]

"Believe me, baby..." he purrs, nosing against his scruffy cheek. "If I'd engineered this - we'd be in nice hotel right now."

Somewhere with heavy blankets and room service and really big TV.

[notthatcrazy]

"Hmm, true. It's not like you need an excuse to stick your hands down my pants."

He scoots a bit closer, pressing right in against him.

"Guess we'll just have to take what we can get, huh babe?"

[notjustaface]

He'd roll on top of him if he thought he could without drowning him, instead he slides his hands out until the cup the easy slope of Murdock's ass with a tight squeeze.

"I'll take any excuse I can get."

[notthatcrazy]

"You usually do."

He kisses him on the nose before leaning in for a real kiss on the lips.

"... I think what we're getting is hypothermia if we stay in here much longer."

He splashes him again to make the point.