After their long trip through this Canadian town, they all decide to stay the night in these cabins and head out by morning. Murphy and Doc get to share a cabin while the others settle into their own cabins. These two have an on-and-off relationship. Well, fuck buddies would be a better word for what they are. Doc is already lying in bed when Murphy enters the room. "It feels so nice to lay in a proper bed for once," Doc says happily. Murphy smiles as he shuts the door. He walks over to the chair and takes off his jacket before padding over to the bed to sit down. Murphy lays down and almost instantly closes his eyes. "Good, right?" Doc asks, turning his head over on the pillow.
Murphy nods. "Yeah. Nothing like the beds in Zona, but good enough." Doc rolls his eyes. "So what was the deal with Zona anyway? You know, the others and I thought you and Warren were both dead."
Murphy shrugs. "I thought I was, too. That was until I was introduced to the founder and his people. Then I realized that this really was paradise, but for rich people..." he trails off. Doc nods. They lay there on the bed staring up at the ceiling for a couple of moments. "Got any Zweed?" Murphy asks. Doc chuckles. Always." Doc lights one up, and they pass it back and forth until it's nothing but a small stub.
They sit up for a bit, playing cards on the bed, still high out of their minds, before they both pass out.
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Murphy opens his eyes, feeling a bit hazy and a tad bit horney. He sees nothing but dark darkness before he sees a figure in bed with him. It's Doc. His body is pressed up behind him with an arm draped over his body. Murphy, being Murphy, decides that this is the best time to act out his horniness. He doesn't feel any guilt about doing this when Doc is sleeping because the weed is messing with his mind and besides. This has been his fantasy for a long time.
He gets closer to Doc and begins moving his hips very slowly against the leg that Doc has back further. His crotch presses up, and his hips begin to move. He ruts against Doc's leg, feeling great. Murphy lets out some soft breaths as the pleasure takes over his emotions. 'Fuck. Doc, don't wake up. I need this. Too horney to think... God, I missed him so much. Want him to fuck me... Maybe he can't do that anymore... How long can you still get it up naturally in age?' Murphy thinks while his eyes are closed.
Doc stirs in his sleep a bit but doesn't wake up.
This gets Murphy's heart pounding in his chest. He likes it. The thrill of being caught. That's why he always runs off from the group. He loves it when Warren catches him.
Murphy continues to rub his hips against the other's leg. He can feel his boxers getting a bit damp with pre-cum, but he doesn't care.
When Murphy hears a voice call out to him, he lets out a sharp breath. "Murphy? What on this dying earth are you doing? Are you some kind of dog?" Doc asks, turning around to find a blessed-out Murphy. He just smirks. Doc expected this. That Zweed was strong.
"Please, doc. Too horney, too hard. Can you help?" Murphy asks more as he pleads with him in a slurred tone. Doc takes a second to think before turning around. Murphy lets go of him. Doc is now lying on his other side, facing Murphy. Doc helps Murphy undo his pants. He takes out his dick, and Murphy helps take out Doc's. Murphy closes his eyes and lets the feeling of Doc pumping their dicks together lull him into a state of pure euphoria. Doc jerks them off even though he's not completely hard. Murphy lets out a loud moan. Doc goes wide-eyed. "Shush Murphy. Don't want the others to hear us," he says, still high himself but clearly not as bad as Murphy. Murphy smirks and asks why he should care. Doc slightly shakes his head. "They already know," Murphy says. "Why hide it?"
"I just don't want to attract any other kind of attention," Doc says. Murphy doesn't get it. "Zombies," Doc offers. "Oh," Murphy sighs out the word. He puts up a hand to cover his mouth. "Better?" He mumbles through his hand. Doc says, "Yes."
It doesn't take long before they both cum. Murphy ends up passing out sometime after cumming so Doc ends up cleaning them up the best he can. "Good grief," Doc sighs softly, getting better settled Into the bed so he can go back to sleep.