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Little late Christmas fanfic (here, it looks like it's formated, I hope it is when I post it, haha):
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Suddenly 2-D woke up. Something wasn't right, if not even completely wrong. His body was pressed against the wall, another body pressed itself against him. It hurt and it might be the reason his brain decided to warn him. Thanks and not thanks. Whoever that was, if he stayed like that, face to the wall, he could easily fall asleep again; yet his curiousity and, admittedly, his worries about his own well-being forced him to stay awake.
„Ye awake?", he heard Murdoc's voice saying and stiffened. How the fuck did he know? 'Dun answer.', he said to himself.
„Ye are, ah... ah see that. And ah feel it, too."
Just now 2-D realized the arm, which was wrapped around his body. The hand belonging to the arm held his wrist. „Yer pulse quickened a few seconds ago. About half a minute or so."
„Uh... 'cause... well, I... dun know wot's goin' on."
Obviously Murdoc knew that. He chuckled and drew back his arm a little. His hand stayed on his waist.
„It's Christmas Eve. It's Christmas, fer fuck's sake, an' ah'm outta booze."
Murdoc still pressed himself against him, so he moved a little to signal it hurt. It didn't help much, he only grabbed a little tighter.
„Since three fucking days, three hours, thirtytwo minutes and fourtythree seconds I lack rum. I ordered, ye know, I ordered more a few weeks ago but it just doesn't arrive. Why. Does it not. Arrive?"
2-D didn't react. It wasn't the first time he became sober and sought distraction by seeking company. His choice often fell on him, though back in Kong, he chose Noodle quite often, too. He could be sentimental around her without being laughed at, which Russel and himself tended to do.
Right now he didn't think he was in the position to laugh at him.
He tried to turn around but couldn't do it.
„Don't ye have a secret stock or somethin'?"
„Makes no sense to build somethin' like that here, don't ye think? The whole island is mine. Ohhh...", he moaned and tightened his grasp around his wrist, „The island is so fuckin' big. Ye know how alone it can get up there?"
He rolled his eyes and was thankful that Murdoc couldn't see that. He perfectly knew how it was.
„Ye got the Cyborg.", he eventually answered.
„Oh, her. Yea. Well, she's not much'a good conversational partner. She's 15 or 16 in her mind, not very good ta talk with."
„And... Dave or what's-his-name?"
„Ye kiddin'?"
„He's a not a Cyborg and definitely not 16 in his mind."
„He locked me up behind the bookshelf!"
„Oh yea. I fergot."
He didn't.
„And wot's... wif me?"
At first there was no reaction except that Murdoc moved his fingers a little. Then he let go of his wrist.
„Wot about ye?"
„Dat's wot I'm asking."
„Yer here. And ah'm here. And rum's not here."
„Hmm.", 2-D made and tucked up his legs. His feet brushed against Murdoc's.
„Yer feet are cold.", Murdoc said.
„Yea, well, we're under the sea, the whole room is cold."
„You are cold."
„I guess."
A few seconds went by without saying good-bye. Rude seconds.
„Hmmm... Hafta warm ye up, then."
Murdoc let his hand wander over 2-D's stomach, then groped between his legs.
„Whoa!", 2-D yelled out and yanked his right leg up to stop Murdoc's motions, along with that, he grabbed at his arm and held it.
„I'm used to that, it's not the first time I'm down here, ye know!"
„And it's not the first time I'm going down on you."
His arm still in his hand, 2-D turned himself around and then let him go. Now they lied face to face. He himself just stared at him, Murdoc grinned. Though there was something in his eyes, in his mimic which came out whenever he was sober. Something 2-D couldn't name, but it was there.
He was... lonely, he came to him, it was night, it was freaking Christmas Eve. And he was out of booze.
A little warming up... wouldn't be that bad. It wasn't like he had a choice, anyway.
2-D closed his eyes, fumbled around Murdoc's trousers and eventually reached at his cock.
„We're warming each other up, yea?"
„Yepp.", 2-D said. Murdocs grin died. Why grin when nobody saw it. He then did the same as 2-D, so they now jerked each other off.
It lasted a few minutes. And really, it warmed him up. First in his neither regions, then it spread across is whole body. Like always.
„Hnn... ey, faceache, dun stop ye... selfish... shithead..."
„Oh, uh... sorry."
His body heated up and he could feel that Murdoc's did, too. They both tensed up, almost at the same time. Just a little more... and Murdoc slowed down his hand.
2-D responded by moaning uneasily and again he forgot to move his own hand.
„I said don't stop, what the fuck!"
„But... ye..."
And then he came slowly, due to Murdoc's slow motions, accompanied by his moans. Every muscle was tensed up and with the last drop Murdoc squeezed out he bit his lower lip.
Murdoc also came under his touch and he was sure that his reactions to his performance weren't that unimportant.
2-D still breathed deeply in and out while Murdoc turned on his back, leaving him with a little more space then before.
„Warm enough?", he asked.
„Uh-huh.", he answered.
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