***Thank you for the kind comments! I'm not sure how I managed to make Foggy masturbating cute, but I'm oddly proud that I have!***
“There’s honestly nothing to tell.” Foggy lies 6 hours later.
It’s just him and Karen, sat at a table in the corner of Josie’s. Matt’s not with them, thank goodness. Foggy knows that he didn’t imagine the look of relief briefly flicker over Matt’s face as Karen tells him that they are going to have a girl’s night and Matt’s not invited. Matt’s probably realised that he can suit up tonight without having to make excuses.
So apparently, Foggy’s an honorary girl now. Matt teases him about it until they lock up the office, confidently remarking that it’s probably the hair. And for a while, it’s fine, Matt commenting on his locks. The thought soon spirals out of control in Foggy’s mind until it’s morphed into something much more adult and graphic; the thought Matt winding his fingers into his blond hair, holding Foggy in place as he kisses him possessively.
Foggy might have a problem.
It doesn’t mean that he needs to admit it to Karen.
Karen is not taking no for an answer. “I’ve seen how you look at him, Fog. Even if he can’t.”
“We’re not having this conversation.”
“Come on Foggy! You’ve looked! Confessssss…” The last word is hissed at him, and Foggy shivers in mock-terror.
“There’s nothing to confess, Miss Page.”
“Confessssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss” Karen leans forwards, and repeatedly pokes him on the arm.
“Ow. OW! Stop it!” At this point, Karen’s leaning on him, giggling loudly.
“Confesss….sssss….sssssss…I’m going to keep poking you Fog, until you admit that you’d rather he was poking you…”
“I’d rather no-one was assaulting me, honestly.”
Karen slaps his arm (and clearly, Matt’s not going to be the only one with bruises tomorrow), and elbows his side. “No, no. You know what I mean. You want Matt to POKE you!”. She accompanies the emphasised word with a crude hand gesture that leaves Foggy spluttering into his drink, and his face heating up. “Karen,” he looks around the bar to see if anyone around has seen the gesture “you can’t just do that in public!” He tries to grab her hands to stop her, but she keeps leaning further back in her seat so he can’t reach. Eventually, he gives up, and sulks.
“Aww, poor Foggy.” Karen give him a hug, before giggling again “Are you sulking because Matt isn’t poking you?”
Foggy shoots an angry glare in her direction.
“You know, I’m not going to stop mentioning it until you own up. I’m going to keep on mentioning it all through the remaining 3 drinks you owe me. I’m going to text it to you at all hours. All day and all night. Foggy and Matt…sitting in a tree…”
“Karen…”
“I’m going about this the wrong way, aren’t I?” She laughs, and pushes her hair behind her ear. She sits up straighter in her chair, and clears her throat. “Mr. Nelson, this counsel firmly states that you really want to …get in Mr. Murdock’s briefs, if you know what I’m saying.” She starts laughing again.
“Did you really just try to come up with the best law based innuendo possible?” Foggy’s smirking at her.
“I genuinely couldn’t think of anything else? Do you guys need to be upstanding for a judge, cos I could work with that…”
Foggy and Karen spend the rest of the night trying to come up with the worst law based innuendo they can. They stay until Josie kicks them out onto the street, and stagger and stumble their way into the night.
“You totally want to get in Matt’s briefs though.”
Foggy laughs, and carries on grinning to himself all the way to his apartment. He hangs up his jacket, gets ready for bed, and falls back onto the pillows. He stares up at the ceiling for a good hour before he realises that he isn’t getting to sleep anytime soon. Now alone, with only his mind for company, all kind of thoughts and feelings rush forward. All kind of thoughts and feelings about Matt. And so the way Foggy sees it, he has two options.
Option 1 – he lets all the feelings and fantasies overcome him, and masturbates to get it all out of his system so that he can sleep. Sure, it’ll be awkward tomorrow morning, but he got through today. One more night of it won’t hurt anyone.
Option 2 – he spends most of the night ignoring these feelings, only to drift off at 5am and, if past experience is anything to go by, dream about Matt anyway, until his alarm goes off. He spends the next day at work feeling guilty, still lusting after Matt, but he can at least blame it on a dream.
Foggy grits his teeth, and balls his hands into fists, still staring up at the ceiling. With a sigh, he slides his hand down his body, and lets his fingers explore lightly under the waistband of his boxers. He closes his eyes, and pushes his underwear down until he can kick them off. He bites his lip, and lets his hand just rest on his inner thigh.
He imagines watching Matt summing up the Getto case last week. He’s got the jury fully in the palm of his hand, speaking to them in an assured, warm voice that Foggy’s fantasised about hearing whispering in his ear. He lets himself appreciate the wonderful view he has of the back of Matt’s suit, the way the fabric clings to the curve of Matt’s cheeks. Then, suddenly, the fantasy picks up pace, and he realises that they’re alone in the court room.
“A job well done, Mr Murdock.” Foggy grins up at Matt, and Matt’s replying smile is just as genuine. “Why thank you, Mr Nelson.” Matt replies. He leans forward, so that his lips are level with Foggy’s ear. “I pride myself on doing every job well, Foggy.”.
Foggy shudders and closes his eyes as Matt whispers the words to him. He can practically feel Matt’s voice slide through his body, commanding every part of Foggy to give Matt his complete attention.
In real life, Foggy can feel his cock harden, and his hand twitches slightly.
In his mind, Matt’s pressing his whole body up against Foggy’s, standing with a thigh between Foggy’s legs, and speaking in seductive tones directly into Foggy’s ear. “Would you like to see how well I can do other jobs, Franklin?”
It’s a cheesy line, but the tone it’s delivered in, calm, assured, and seductive with a hint of Daredevil’s rough, husky voice, has Foggy grabbing Matt’s arm, and turning his head. The voice is full of sin, and Foggy wants to fall. He opens his mouth to answer, but Matt surges forward to capture his lips instead in a steamy kiss.
Foggy twists his hand into the bedsheets as he dreams of doing the same to Matt’s hair, pulling him closer into the kiss. He pictures Matt chuckling against his lips, grinding his body against Foggy’s own. Just thought of Matt slipping a hand between them, and palming Foggy through his trousers is enough to get Foggy to moan so loudly that he’s scared the neighbours might have heard. He imagines Matt fumbling with Foggy’s belt and fly, reaching inside his clothes until his fingers are rubbing Foggy’s hard-on. In his bed, Foggy starts to buck into his fist, biting his lip, eyes closed. Fantasy-Matt is kissing away his gasps and groans in his dream, telling him how he wants Foggy to fall apart, how good Foggy looks thrusting into his hand with his suit crumpled in the middle of the empty courtroom, asking him if he’s just as good at hand-jobs as he is at his day-job.
It’s too much, and Foggy’s head is swimming. Fantasy-Matt bites Foggy’s neck, before running his tongue over the mark, and Foggy comes all over his fist and stomach, moaning Matt’s name. He breathes deeply, and waits for his pulse to stop racing, before face-palming and trying to get to sleep.
Re: Slow burn Foggy/Matt OP fill 2/? WIP
“There’s honestly nothing to tell.” Foggy lies 6 hours later.
It’s just him and Karen, sat at a table in the corner of Josie’s. Matt’s not with them, thank goodness. Foggy knows that he didn’t imagine the look of relief briefly flicker over Matt’s face as Karen tells him that they are going to have a girl’s night and Matt’s not invited. Matt’s probably realised that he can suit up tonight without having to make excuses.
So apparently, Foggy’s an honorary girl now. Matt teases him about it until they lock up the office, confidently remarking that it’s probably the hair. And for a while, it’s fine, Matt commenting on his locks. The thought soon spirals out of control in Foggy’s mind until it’s morphed into something much more adult and graphic; the thought Matt winding his fingers into his blond hair, holding Foggy in place as he kisses him possessively.
Foggy might have a problem.
It doesn’t mean that he needs to admit it to Karen.
Karen is not taking no for an answer. “I’ve seen how you look at him, Fog. Even if he can’t.”
“We’re not having this conversation.”
“Come on Foggy! You’ve looked! Confessssss…” The last word is hissed at him, and Foggy shivers in mock-terror.
“There’s nothing to confess, Miss Page.”
“Confessssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss” Karen leans forwards, and repeatedly pokes him on the arm.
“Ow. OW! Stop it!” At this point, Karen’s leaning on him, giggling loudly.
“Confesss….sssss….sssssss…I’m going to keep poking you Fog, until you admit that you’d rather he was poking you…”
“I’d rather no-one was assaulting me, honestly.”
Karen slaps his arm (and clearly, Matt’s not going to be the only one with bruises tomorrow), and elbows his side. “No, no. You know what I mean. You want Matt to POKE you!”. She accompanies the emphasised word with a crude hand gesture that leaves Foggy spluttering into his drink, and his face heating up.
“Karen,” he looks around the bar to see if anyone around has seen the gesture “you can’t just do that in public!” He tries to grab her hands to stop her, but she keeps leaning further back in her seat so he can’t reach. Eventually, he gives up, and sulks.
“Aww, poor Foggy.” Karen give him a hug, before giggling again “Are you sulking because Matt isn’t poking you?”
Foggy shoots an angry glare in her direction.
“You know, I’m not going to stop mentioning it until you own up. I’m going to keep on mentioning it all through the remaining 3 drinks you owe me. I’m going to text it to you at all hours. All day and all night. Foggy and Matt…sitting in a tree…”
“Karen…”
“I’m going about this the wrong way, aren’t I?” She laughs, and pushes her hair behind her ear. She sits up straighter in her chair, and clears her throat. “Mr. Nelson, this counsel firmly states that you really want to …get in Mr. Murdock’s briefs, if you know what I’m saying.” She starts laughing again.
“Did you really just try to come up with the best law based innuendo possible?” Foggy’s smirking at her.
“I genuinely couldn’t think of anything else? Do you guys need to be upstanding for a judge, cos I could work with that…”
Foggy and Karen spend the rest of the night trying to come up with the worst law based innuendo they can. They stay until Josie kicks them out onto the street, and stagger and stumble their way into the night.
“You totally want to get in Matt’s briefs though.”
Foggy laughs, and carries on grinning to himself all the way to his apartment. He hangs up his jacket, gets ready for bed, and falls back onto the pillows. He stares up at the ceiling for a good hour before he realises that he isn’t getting to sleep anytime soon. Now alone, with only his mind for company, all kind of thoughts and feelings rush forward. All kind of thoughts and feelings about Matt. And so the way Foggy sees it, he has two options.
Option 1 – he lets all the feelings and fantasies overcome him, and masturbates to get it all out of his system so that he can sleep. Sure, it’ll be awkward tomorrow morning, but he got through today. One more night of it won’t hurt anyone.
Option 2 – he spends most of the night ignoring these feelings, only to drift off at 5am and, if past experience is anything to go by, dream about Matt anyway, until his alarm goes off. He spends the next day at work feeling guilty, still lusting after Matt, but he can at least blame it on a dream.
Foggy grits his teeth, and balls his hands into fists, still staring up at the ceiling. With a sigh, he slides his hand down his body, and lets his fingers explore lightly under the waistband of his boxers. He closes his eyes, and pushes his underwear down until he can kick them off. He bites his lip, and lets his hand just rest on his inner thigh.
He imagines watching Matt summing up the Getto case last week. He’s got the jury fully in the palm of his hand, speaking to them in an assured, warm voice that Foggy’s fantasised about hearing whispering in his ear. He lets himself appreciate the wonderful view he has of the back of Matt’s suit, the way the fabric clings to the curve of Matt’s cheeks. Then, suddenly, the fantasy picks up pace, and he realises that they’re alone in the court room.
“A job well done, Mr Murdock.” Foggy grins up at Matt, and Matt’s replying smile is just as genuine.
“Why thank you, Mr Nelson.” Matt replies. He leans forward, so that his lips are level with Foggy’s ear. “I pride myself on doing every job well, Foggy.”.
Foggy shudders and closes his eyes as Matt whispers the words to him. He can practically feel Matt’s voice slide through his body, commanding every part of Foggy to give Matt his complete attention.
In real life, Foggy can feel his cock harden, and his hand twitches slightly.
In his mind, Matt’s pressing his whole body up against Foggy’s, standing with a thigh between Foggy’s legs, and speaking in seductive tones directly into Foggy’s ear. “Would you like to see how well I can do other jobs, Franklin?”
It’s a cheesy line, but the tone it’s delivered in, calm, assured, and seductive with a hint of Daredevil’s rough, husky voice, has Foggy grabbing Matt’s arm, and turning his head. The voice is full of sin, and Foggy wants to fall. He opens his mouth to answer, but Matt surges forward to capture his lips instead in a steamy kiss.
Foggy twists his hand into the bedsheets as he dreams of doing the same to Matt’s hair, pulling him closer into the kiss. He pictures Matt chuckling against his lips, grinding his body against Foggy’s own. Just thought of Matt slipping a hand between them, and palming Foggy through his trousers is enough to get Foggy to moan so loudly that he’s scared the neighbours might have heard. He imagines Matt fumbling with Foggy’s belt and fly, reaching inside his clothes until his fingers are rubbing Foggy’s hard-on. In his bed, Foggy starts to buck into his fist, biting his lip, eyes closed. Fantasy-Matt is kissing away his gasps and groans in his dream, telling him how he wants Foggy to fall apart, how good Foggy looks thrusting into his hand with his suit crumpled in the middle of the empty courtroom, asking him if he’s just as good at hand-jobs as he is at his day-job.
It’s too much, and Foggy’s head is swimming. Fantasy-Matt bites Foggy’s neck, before running his tongue over the mark, and Foggy comes all over his fist and stomach, moaning Matt’s name. He breathes deeply, and waits for his pulse to stop racing, before face-palming and trying to get to sleep.