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“Wilson,” Foggy said, drawing the syllables out into the sort of long, nightmarish consideration that Matt remembered from law school.

“No, Foggy,” he said.

“You wish no,” Foggy said. He'd settled himself comfortably in Karen's desk, and Matt had the feeling that he was staring at Matt's tidy, well-put together suit – look, he hadn't dressed up, it's just that Wilson had mentioned that he wanted to take Matt somewhere nice for dinner. It would've been rude not to prepare, given that hint. “He picks you up at the office, and I shake his hand, and we're civilized about it.”

“I am a grown man,” Matt argued. “You are not, actually, my spinster aunt.”

“Okay,” Foggy agreed, which was a warning sign in itself. “I follow you to wherever your new sugar daddy is taking you, and the minute he gets fresh I blow my whistle, and everyone involved gets really humiliated and has no fun. You're right. That's – that is actually much more entertaining for me, thanks.”

“Nooooo,” Matt said. He tried really hard not to smile, because that tended to encourage Foggy. “I have hidden your whistle, anyways: good luck finding it.”

“I get them by the dozen from China,” Foggy said, cheerfully. “You're a grown-ass man, which makes your need for a chaperone much more embarrassing.”

“What's embarrassing?” Karen asked. She sounded hesitant, and happy, and Matt could hear the curtain of her hair shifting, heavy against her shoulder. “Is it – oh, Matt, you look nice today. Don't listen to Foggy, you have nothing to be embarrassed about,” she said. Her cheeks glowed with heat; the delicate skin of her face smelled rich with blood.

“Matt has a date,” Foggy said, with cruel and cheerful precision.

“I have a meeting,” Matt said, and tried not to let his voice crack like he was fifteen.

“Oh!” Karen exclaimed; she sounded a little surprised and ultimately – encouraging? Karen was too good for him. “Who is she, have I -?”

“It's not a date,” Matt said, even though he wasn't quite sure of it himself.

“Wilson isn't -” Matt tried to find a way to end the sentence: that much older than me? probably not that dangerous? someone you need to worry about? “ -

**

“You look distinguished,” Wilson said, low and honest, and Matt said “thank you,” just as quiet and even.

“He looks hot,” Foggy said, critically, “and I expect to see him looking just as put together as he does now. And have him home by eleven! And - “

“Good night, Foggy,” Matt said, holding back his laughter; he wrapped an arm around Foggy's shoulders, suddenly proud of his friend, glad that Foggy was so willing to be open and kind, around a stranger. Foggy dropped a smacking kiss on his forehead, proclaimed “don't do anything I would do, Murdock!” and shooed them out the door; Matt could hear Wilson's pleased rumbling chuckle.

“Your friends show a deal of care,” he said.

“I'm a lucky man,” Matt said.

“Yes,” he said; it was odd, and good, to spend time with someone so blunt. “May I?” he asked; Matt realized that – the thing was that Wilson was taller than him, and broader, and – and Matt wanted several things that wouldn't be.

He camouflaged the sharp pang of lust with the brightest smile he could manage: “yes,” he said.

**

“You're a gentleman,” Matt said, and wrapped his hand in Wilson's scarf, and pulled down, that was – that was a thrill. “So be a gentleman and give me what I want,” and he was kissing, and then sudden and bright and good, getting kissed: ah, that was going to be enough to keep him from thinking, good, good, good.

“I don't want to – presume,” Wilson said; he sounded half-wrecked all ready.

Matt felt heady with the power of it; he wanted to spread his legs, feel the heavy, solid weight of Wilson holding him down, making him feel it. Did he – damn, damn, damn, tonight wasn't the night that he should – he still had stitches across the back of one shoulder, and those would be difficult to explain, and - “you should presume,” he said, honestly, “you should let me take you out next weekend,” because maybe by then he could get the stitches out, or come up with some kind of cover story.

“May I -” Wilson asked, against his throat, and Matt did not yowl and he only wrapped one leg around Fisk's thighs like a cat or an arbourealist. “You're sensitive,” he said, hot against Matt's cold skin.

“Little bit,” he said.

(idk? idek?)

Omg, this is adorable and when Matt finds out, my heart is going to break. I can already tell.

you should know, author anon, you should definitely know because this is fantastic! <3

Beautiful.

I think I finally understand when people talk about the fill they never knew they wanted. This is just delightful. It is nice to see Foggy being so open about the way he cares. It's especially nice for someone like Wilson to just see and accept that in his stride.

Matt's raw desire and the reasoning behind it is also very nice indeed.

Finally your writing style is smooth and engaging. The dialogue in particular is utterly plausible and distinct for each characters' voice.

Okay so how, HOW did you just manage to make me ache for Matt and WILSON FISK with just a nibble? No no no, this cannot, I don't even, and there you are writing, and WHAT THE HELL AUTHOR? I am not a Matt/FISK cheerleader, I'm not, I haven't been, and now I AM. I can feel my world shifting to the left a little, just a little, so please tell me you're going to write this whole story, the cuteness, the hotness, the bitty bit of betrayal, and some sort of Matt/Fisk (oh my brain) HEA? I can't believe I'm asking for this, I'm actually blushing.

-SCREAMS IN GLEE ABOUT LITERALLY EVERY BIT OF THIS- FOR THE LOVE OF STAN LEE I BEG YOU MORE

PLEASE holy shit. This is amaaaaazing. I love seeing these two in a flirty, lust-fueled, awkward first date context.

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