Built A Better Bear (For Love!)

[notjustaface]

He's been trying, and he knows Murdock has been trying too, but the longer the rift between them continues the more Face feels like it'll never end.

The idea had come to him watching Murdock fret over a small pile of stuffed animals at a thrift store - again - coming back empty handed when none of them "fit" with his current plush posse. Something special, something they could do together where there was no pressure to be romantic, but Murdock would know that he meant it as a genuine gesture.

Which is exactly what had led him to The Build-A-Bear workshop on a Saturday morning when it was overrun with children and exasperated parents with Murdock staring out the windshield as they pulled in.

"Surprise?" He smiles softly, looking at him from the driver's seat as he nervously taps his rings against the steering wheel - still getting used to the weight of wearing them again, if nothing as a reminder to himself.

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[notthatcrazy]

"Mmm... feels good." He makes his approval clear as he reaches for his hand and interlaces their fingers together.

"Maybe not... but you got me. Can you trust enough to let me forgive you?"

[notjustaface]

And that soft murmur of approval is all it takes for him to gently rock his hips back against him with a much more perverse intent than before, squeezing his hand tighter.

"I trust you..." he whispers; "...with everything."

And it's something he couldn't have said even a year ago, not until he watched Murdock break - until he knew exactly what he was dealing with on a very real and present level. He couldn't have said it until he knew Murdock would forgive him, even if he couldn't forgive himself.

"Everything." He reiterates even more firmly, turning his finger to shift his rings against Murdock's knuckles.

[notthatcrazy]

Perverse intent is pretty much welcome at this point.

"I know you do."

He squeezes his hand, briefly catching sight of the matching Ranger ink on their arms, a vivid reminder of the bonds that keep them hanging on to each other.

[notjustaface]

It's a bitter reminder of what they once were and always will be.

Sliding their joined hands down and across Murdock's hip, he stops just short of his pelvis and squeezes him tight.

"God I want you so bad..." He groans, digging against him again, building on the excitement. "I would have done horrible things at the theater if you'd let me."

[notthatcrazy]

"Yeah, you would."

Not that the intent isn't appreciated, but the last thing they need at this point is getting busted for public indecency.

"Well... we're alone now."

Mostly. The bears are still watching.

[notjustaface]

"We are." He purrs against his neck, kissing the warm skin.

"I'm just trying not to embarrass myself," he chuckles under his breath before rocking his hips again, spreading a little early arousal between his thighs.

[notthatcrazy]

He's missed the emotional closeness just as much as the physical, if not more. He leans back, feeling the press of his lover's body against his.

"Don't have to worry about that, baby."

[notjustaface]

When Face laughs, it's ragged and somewhat ashamed. He admits; "If you touched me right now I'd go off like a damn bottle rocket."

Burying a much more nervous laugh in another gentle kiss to his partner's neck, he adds; "That's pretty embarrassing for me."

[notthatcrazy]

"Yeah, well... we got plenty of time to work on your stamina."

He squeezes his hand a bit tighter.

[notjustaface]

"Now you're just teasing me..." He grins wider, sucking the flesh under his lips in a vain attempt to feel he's not the only one feeling more than cuddly.

But, if cuddly is what Murdock wants, it's what he'll get.

[notthatcrazy]

Well it's not all he wants. But like he said... they have time.

"Only a little."

[notjustaface]

Wriggling his arm underneath Murdock's waist, a few intense slips of his hips are all it takes to draw them as close as they possibly can be without actually being inside each other.

"This is nice," he gasps, giving up all attempt to pretend he's not behaving like some animal in heat with a well timed upward thrust that drives the wet tip of his cock behind his partner's sac.

[notthatcrazy]

"Nice?" he teases, hissing at the sudden contact. "Is that all you've got?"

He takes his hand again and guides it downward to the obvious evidence of his enjoyment.

[notjustaface]

Don't mind that whimper, it's entirely approving as his fingers unwind themselves from Murdock's strong hand to wrap around the base of his hardness, squeezing before drawing his fingers up to the tip.

"Mmmm, I think you know exactly what I've got baby." He laughs against Murdock's ear, experimentally stroking the head of his partner's cock.

[notthatcrazy]

As much as he loves getting him to make that noise, it's probably time to throw the guy a bone. (... So to speak.) He turns, somewhat awkwardly, to kiss him deeply.

"Yeah," he says once he breaks away to breathe. "We got a good thing going here."

[notjustaface]

Groaning into the kiss, Face's fingers slide slow and easy over his length - teasing him purposefully.

"You bet your ass we do. You and me."

[notthatcrazy]

Sighing at the contact, he finally turns to face him.

"We do... but it's not my ass I'm thinkin' about."

[notjustaface]

"Oh?" His eyebrow arches and he kisses him again.

"What... exactly... were you thinking?"

[notthatcrazy]

"Mmmm. I'm thinking you know what I'm thinking."

He reaches out to pull him in close, bringing their hips together.

"You've been waitin' a long time for this..."

[notjustaface]

His lips stretch wider, eyes half-lidded - he's pretty sure he's got a good idea.

And that hard thrust elicits a loud groan that he manages to stifle half way to a whimper.

"God yes..." he licks hips lips, forcing his eyes open wider with sheer excitement. "Baby... honey... please? Please?"

[notthatcrazy]

"Well, since you asked nice..."

He reaches in between them, stroking them both together.

"You still got lube?"

He never thought he'd see the day where he'd have to ask if he was prepared for sex.

[notjustaface]

The gentle stroke is almost enough to do him in - he groans loudly, following it with an eager laugh.

"Ranger..." he murmurs, raking his fingers through Murdock's curls and yanking gently; "...always prepared."

Pulling away is about the hardest thing he's ever had to do, but his bag is under the foot of the bed and it's where all the fun things are.

"Hard..." he orders, tossing back the new bottle before lowering himself down on his knees - face down, ass up. "As hard as you can."

[notthatcrazy]

He doesn't have to be asked twice. He runs a hand down Face's spine to the cleft of his ass, quickly preparing them both before leaning in to whisper in his ear.

"Love you so much. Don't you ever forget that."

If he's looking for this to be a punishment, he's barking up the wrong tree. He grabs hold of his hips before pushing in quickly.

[notjustaface]

He gasps, grinning into the bedspread at the familiar promise of a gentle touch and slick fingers against him, barely inside him long enough to draw out a hollow moan.

"I know baby..." he murmurs, taking the hard thrust with a pleasured hiss. "God yes... more."

[notthatcrazy]

He keeps up a steady pace, pushing in deep with every thrust as he indulges in all the touches they've been denied over the past two months.

"That what you want, baby?"