Playing House: Moving In

[notjustaface]

It's not the best digs they've had, it's a small one-bedroom apartment in the middle of Montreal, but compared to where they've been staying it may as well be the Vegas Hilton. But, it's theirs.

For a whole month, it belongs to them to come and go as they please and make a life for themselves. A life that Face hopes might just be enough to convince Hannibal that running maybe isn't the best idea.

After a day of shopping every thrift shop and half the department stores in town, they managed to pull together some basic living necessities that Face was taking great care to bring up from the curb while Murdock put it all away.

"Last box, baby..." he says with a wide smirk, locking the door behind them. "This is real."

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[notthatcrazy]

"Mmm, I know. And we got a whole month to show each other."

He holds him quietly for a few minutes, the city noise the only thing between them.

"Love you, babe."

[notjustaface]

Just being there is a big show, not the roof - not really - but being together, in a place. Their place. He's never had a place of his own before... let alone a place with someone else.

"Our place..." he groans, kissing him again. "We have a place."

[notthatcrazy]

"Yeah we do," he agrees. He can't remember the last time he's seen him look this happy, and somehow the next month spreading out before them doesn't seem nearly long enough.

"We're home, baby."

[notjustaface]

Finding both fists buried under Murdock's shirt - clutching him as tight as he can - Face kisses him again.

"We're really doing this," he sighs tenderly; "we're home."

On the roof no less...

"God... Take your pants off."

[notthatcrazy]

"What, here?"

He smiles against Face's mouth as he rests his palms on his bare chest, spreading his fingers to feel the warm skin beneath.

"Someone's getting frisky..."

[notjustaface]

The touch is distracting him from the moment of blissful crazy, he enjoys the simple things much more than he'd admit.

"Getting?" He murmurs against Murdock's ear, kissing the tender skin. "I've been ready to jump you since IKEA."

[notthatcrazy]

"Right, I forgot frisky's your default state."

He gives him a slightly wicked look as he leans in to nip at his collarbone.

"You really wanna do this here, or should we go back downstairs and christen the futon?"

[notjustaface]

It's sort of true... though lately exhaustion has been getting the better of his libido.

"Mmm... we haven't done a weight test yet..."

[notthatcrazy]

"Mmhmm... nothin' like a trial by fire."

Or, y'know... sex.

[notjustaface]

Now who's pushing whose buttons?

Letting out a soft groan, both hands found Murdock's jeans - pushing just inside the waistband of his boxers.

"You drive a hard bargain..." he sighs, looking around the warm afternoon. "But we leave the windows open to scare our neighbors?"

[notthatcrazy]

"Mmm, that's not the only thing that's hard."

It's all Face's fault. He brings out this side of him.

"Deal."

[notjustaface]

"Race you back down?" He cocks an eyebrow, not entirely quick to let go of his hold on his partner.

[notthatcrazy]

"You're on."

He kisses him softly before heading for the stairs.

"But no head starts!"

[notjustaface]

"You've already got a head start on me, babe..." He growls playfully, sprinting toward the open door.

There'll be time for the roof. There'll be a whole month to do anything they can anywhere they can.

[notthatcrazy]

"Maybe I'll let you win again," he laughs as Face catches up to him outside their door.

[notjustaface]

"Let me win?" He asks, pressing tight against Murdock's back as he opens the door - pushing him inside.

"What's the prize?"

[notthatcrazy]

"It's a surprise," he grins, tugging at Face's waistband. "Why don't you unwrap it and find out?"

[notjustaface]

"Mmm, still keeping big packages in your pants?" He chuckles into a groan, kissing him again before tugging hard at Murdock's jeans to pop open the button.

[notthatcrazy]

"I dunno whether to kiss you or smack you for that pun," he snorts as he pushes his pants down. "Though I guess that is a compliment."

[notjustaface]

"Pants around your ankles..." He drops down to his knees, looking up with an even more wild grin; "...better not smack too hard."

He can't help licking his lips, nipping at Murdock's belly playfully.

[notthatcrazy]

He settles for running his hands through his partner's hair, holding on tight.

"Tsk. Haven't even made it to the bed. Pretty sure that's cheating."

[notjustaface]

There's a lot to hold on to, and it's not at all dissuading him from tugging Murdock's shorts down with his teeth.

"Just call it warming up..." he murmurs, nibbling just below his belly button.

[notthatcrazy]

He huffs out a breath as he grazes the sensitive skin near his hip.

"If this is the warm-up I can't wait for the main event."

[notjustaface]

"Oh, I think it's a long one tonight... multi-parter..." he growls against Murdock's thighs, tugging down his shorts in a fast pull.

"We've got time."

And privacy and each other.

Nibbling gently, he presses hard kisses against his thick inner thighs - nosing up against his manhood with a wide grin.

[notthatcrazy]

"I like the sound of that housewarming party."

He moans as Face nudges up against him, drinking in the touches and kisses on the tender flesh.