Whiskey and nudity

[thecompanymutt]

Murdoc gets a full bottle of whiskey from the bar before leading Sands to his room. He locks the door behind them because he doesn't need anymore babysitting assignments from Red while he has company

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[shooting_blind]

Sands stands in the middle of the room because he thinks he must look pretty fucking stupid looking for a place to sit. He'll wait for Muds to pull him somewhere.
"Sure. And one of those straws shaped like a little prick."
He plucks the bottle out of Murdoc's hand and twists the cap off.

[thecompanymutt]

"Ha. Fuck you. I'm all out."
Muds grabs hold of Sands' shirt and drags him to the couch. He drops down and pulls Sands down on his lap. Now he can feel a little better about what he was missing in Jack's room.

[shooting_blind]

The reason Sands loves to play at being submissive is because he never feels overpowered by anyone. Never thinks anyone can beat him. Ever. Except perhaps a few minutes when he was getting used to being blind... But that was quickly forgotten. It's fun to play with Murdoc. Sands doesn't have to trick him or weasel it out of him like he does El. He's easier to be with in every way. His heart doesn't ache when Murdoc walks jangling into the room.
Sands cuddles up to him but is keeping the bottle close to his chest.

[thecompanymutt]

"What's this? Don't plan on sharing? Greedy fucker."
One arm hooks tight around Sands' middle to keep him where he is. The other goes up to tangle fingers in the man's hair just tight enough to threaten getting tighter. He licks along Sands' neck.

"Or does the naked part of your plan gotta come before the drinking part?"
He chuckles under his breath, but nothing full or loud enough to betray the sort of odd giddiness he's working to hide.

[shooting_blind]

Even if Sands can train his face not to give away what he's feeling, his cock twitching in his pants just blew his cover. The other one has never touched him like that. How he can give Sands exactly what he asked for yet still make this more difficult is something he thinks he should be taking notes on. The agent finds himself nodding, silently agreeing that yes, if he's sweet to Murdoc then Murdoc will indeed be-- wait.
Sands pushes the beautiful logic out of his mind as he wonders what the exact point was where he started loosing. And it was definitely leaning over the pool table.

"I'm just... not used to you being in control."
Of himself, is what Sands meant but after he says it he realizes it goes both ways. Even when the teenager has him under him and at his mercy he nearly always feels like he's the one controlling everything.

[thecompanymutt]

Murdoc laughs quietly. Sands wants him. For whatever reason, he seems to wish he didn't, but it's there. That's all Muds needs. He loves the way this one can't hide from him.

"You think I'm used to this?" He kisses Sands' neck and works a hand down between them to cup against Sands' dick and rub at him.
"Shit, Sands... This is gonna be different for both of us. Hnnn...So far, I'm liking the differences."

[shooting_blind]

I have cooties. My herpies are breaking out again. My penis itches. I'm in love with a large gun toting mexican. I have a headache...
Surly there is an excuse that will work for both of them. No wait- that's the one.

"I have control issues."
He tilts his head to the side, letting Muds get at his neck as he moves his legs to the sides of Murdoc's hips.

[thecompanymutt]

"What a fucking coincidence. So do I."
He'll leave kisses on the offered neck and growl against that skin when Sands pulls even further away. He gives a short sound of annoyance and crawls his fingers along Sands' spine.

"So I guess we'll sit across the room from each other quietly."
Muds slides his hands off of Sands and leans against the arm of the couch. He reaches down to adjust himself and wonders what the fuck the point of all this is. If it goes on like this much longer, he'll have to kick Sands out so he can jerk off in privacy.

[shooting_blind]

The room seems awful cold compared to Murdoc's mouth. The head of his dick moves and touches Muds mouth after his partner speaks. Sands can't answer right away. He's sucking at his own bottom lip wanting that feeling back on him. But he's the one that started this conversation. He really must learn to prefect telepathy.
"No. Does it bother you?"

He only cares because he's not sure if that will up Murdoc's chances of loosing control or not.

[thecompanymutt]

Telepathy would be real convenient, given that neither of them seem capable of having serious conversations with each other outside of the bedroom.

Muds kisses the head of Sands' penis.
"No."
He licks a long path from root to tip.
"I want memories in this bed that don't keep me awake at night."
Sands' cock goes back into Murdoc's mouth and he can't help but rock a little on the edge of the bed as he sucks at the other man. His own dick twitches and gives up a trickle of precum; anxious for some attention.

[shooting_blind]

Sands laughs but it's not at Murdoc. He's just getting blown and happy and the fact that he died in this bed is funny.
"I need you closer. But I don't want that to stop."
He strokes Murdoc's long fingers as his other hand touches his own lips.

[thecompanymutt]

Murdoc moans low sounds around Sands' dick that might be some kind of answer to that. He slides his hand up higher for the other an and works to get them both further up on the bed. Not wanting to stop, he nudges Sands to move him up further.
It occurs to Muds that, once he has Sands wet enough, he could just ride him. It would be safe for Sands and there would be so much more touching, and he would get off... but it would be so much like the night his own mentor died... Muds isn't sure if that's horrific or perfect. The thought pauses his mouth a moment.