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Re: Slow burn Foggy/Matt OP fill 1/? WIP
(Anonymous) 2015-07-18 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)Matt is currently chatting away at the bar, leaving Foggy and Karen to play with the mini cocktail umbrellas that they’d bought on the way over (another excellent Franklin Nelson idea). Karen is holding a tiny blue umbrella above her head, and Foggy’s put his behind his ear. They’re laughing so much that Karen is fully, unashamedly giggle-snorting, and it’s so loud that Matt has glanced over his shoulder at them, before returning to his conversation with Josie.
“Foggy, Foggy, Foggy!” Karen’s hitting his arm, and practically squealing at him.
“What? WHAT?”
“Josie just stared at Matt’s butt when he turned round! She’s a member of the “Matt Murdock is the sexiest piece of ass in this place” club!”
Foggy nearly doubles with laughter. “Isn’t everyone who has ever been in the same room as Matt a member of that particular club?”
Karen nods in agreement, smile bright on her face until she realises the implications of what Foggy’s just said.
“Wait, since when have you been in that club?”
“Founding member, Karen. I wrote the rulebook. Thou shalt always recognise the beauty of Mr M. Murdock Esquire.”
They clink glasses, and beam at each other. Foggy grabs hold of the eel-juice bottle, and pours himself another shot, before gulping it straight down.
“Is it because of his cock-sucking lips then?” Karen asks mock-innocently, and Foggy’s shot ends up sprayed across the table.
“Karen? What the fuck?” Foggy’s eyes have widened in shock.
“What? You said you were a member! I was testing your loyalty.” Karen shrugs. “I mean, it’s so red, and…”
Foggy holds a hand in his temple. “Seriously? Seriously Page? You wanna go there, because I will.. oh hey, buddy, you need a hand with them?” He changes conversation effortlessly as Matt approaches their table again.
The night goes on, with all three getting steadily drunkier by the hour, and Foggy forgets his conversation with Karen completely. Or at least, he tries to.
He doesn’t have an oral fixation.
He’s not staring at Matt’s gorgeous, beautiful mouth.
He’s not feeling his heart flutter every time Matt licks his lips. (That panics him, when he remembers Matt can hear heartbeats, but he relaxes when he realises that Matt must be too caught up in Karen’s stories to notice).
He must definitely does not feel his cock twitch when he watches that perfect sinful mouth stretched around the lip of his bottle of beer. Nope, absolutely not.
He’s a terrible friend. Alcohol is making him a terrible, terrible friend. Alcohol and Karen Page are making him the worst, most awful friend in the known universe. Foggy shakes his head to clear it, and tries to focus on the conversation.
The problem with horrible, sinful ideas is that they’re like seeds. Give them a little attention, a little light of day, and they take root.
It is two days after the “Matt Murdock club” debacle, and Foggy has forgotten pretty much all the night’s activities. His subconscious mind, of course, has not. The seed has been planted, and Foggy’s unconscious thoughts can’t quite get out of its grip.
Matt’s biting his lip as he concentrates on a particularly long and arduous case. Foggy keeps glancing at him over the top of his laptop. The devil on his shoulder mutters thoughts he hasn’t considered since his college days into his ear. It’s dark, Karen’s already gone, and Foggy finds himself standing up from his chair, walking over to Matt’s desk, and perching himself on the edge of it, facing the brunette.
Matt looks up at him, bottom lip still caught between his teeth, and Foggy has never seen a more tempting sight. His cock tents the front of his trousers, but he makes no move to hide it, as though he’s held in place by some unknown force.
Matt’s licking where he’s just been biting, standing up from his desk chair, putting his hands on either side of Foggy, before sliding to his knees and…
The alarm rings. Foggy sits bolt upright, bedsheets tangled around his middle. He breathes in sharply, blinking as his eyes adjust to the light peeking through the curtains.
Just a dream. It’s just a dream. He sighs in relief, and gets up out of bed, steadfastly ignoring his erection. Just a dream. Only a dream.
It’s still just a dream the next night, when dream-Matt starts to undo Foggy’s belt buckle.
It’s still only a dream, nothing to worry about, the night after that, when dream-Matt’s hand is reaching into Foggy’s boxers.
It’s only a dream, he can’t control it, the week after that, when dream-Matt’s leaving a dream hickey on Foggy’s hip, before sliding his tongue along his erection.
Foggy only admits he might have a tiny inappropriate crush on his business partner when he wakes up with his lower body stuck to the duvet, having just dreamt Matt deep-throating him in the office.
He’s the worst friend in the world. Oh god.
He tries to keep it together at work. He’s spending as much time as possible away from Matt’s desk, and going out to run errands as often as he can. You want doughnuts for brunch? Foggy gets them. Coffee? Foggy’s already out the door, jacket in hand.
Naturally, Karen and Matt notice. Foggy can hear them whispering, mumbling in corners and glancing his way. He might not be blessed with super-echolocation, but he can still tell when his co-workers are conspiring against him. Karen eventually huffs at Matt, before pushing him towards Foggy’s desk, and turning on her heel to leave them to it.
“So…Foggy?” Matt runs his hand through his hair, making it look more dishevelled than usual.
Do not think of how wonderful he’d look with bed hair. Do not think about how wonderful he’d look all messed up.
Dammit.
“Mhmm?” Foggy carries on typing, barely glancing up at Matt.
Matt is still standing there, waiting for something. “Fog?”
“Yup?” Foggy’s attention is still completely focussed on the screen in front of him. “Kinda busy right now, Murdock.”
Matt closes his eyes and grimaces. “Seriously, Fog. What’s wrong?” Matt leans forward, next to where Foggy is sat, hands on the desk in front of him.
Foggy’s fingers stop typing. The angel on his shoulder states one very simple instruction. Do not look at Matt’s ass while it’s on display.
Foggy is a terrible, awful human being.
“Nothing buddy. I’ve just…had trouble sleeping. That’s all.” Foggy glances up at Matt. “I’m grinning at you reassuringly right now. I’m fine. Just need sleep.”
That night, sleep doesn’t come easy. The seedling slowly growing in his subconscious mind is becoming a tree. A massive wooden tree with the words “Franklin Nelson wants to get it on with Matthew Murdock” written on it in huge luminous letters. In Karen’s handwriting (because, after all, she started this).
He spends half the night tossing and turning, trying to forget. Eventually, he sits up in bed, turns on his bedside lamp and thinks. He closes his eyes. His hand reaches under the duvet, and he gasps when he takes himself in hand. He lets his mind conjure up wonderful, wicked, forbidden thoughts; Matt’s mouth stretched around his erection, Matt bent over Foggy’s desk and gasping out a groan as Foggy spanks him right on the seat of his black suit, Matt’s dark hair sticking to his forehead with his eyes squeezed closed in pleasure as Foggy bites and sucks a hickey just above his collar, Matt using his Daredevil voice to growl dirty talk into Foggy’s ear as he comes all over Matt’s hand. Matt. Matt. MATT!
Foggy comes so hard that he sees colours in front of his eyes. It feel so wrong, and his stomach knots with guilt. Foggy struggles to admit to himself that it’s part of why it’s so appealing. He cleans up, lies back into his pillows, and lets sleep claim him.
The next day starts out well. Foggy’s gotten more sleep last night than he had for the entire week before. He whistles as he walks up the stairs to the office, and stops in his tracks at the sight of Matt bent over, leaning on the back of his office chair, legs slightly spread.
Foggy shakes his head, and pinches himself, as he stares at Matt’s back. It’s a perfect picture, and so Foggy does what any friend who is attracted to their best friend and business partner since college in that situation would do.
He memorises the pose and mentally saves it to his wank-bank.
Really, that should have been Foggy’s first sign that masturbating over fantasies of your attractive friend has some undesired consequences. It doesn’t help that Matt is wearing Foggy’s favourite shirt of his, which is just slightly too tight around his abs. Foggy could write sonnets about those abs.
Everything about that day in the office, every thing that Matt does, reminds Foggy of what he spent last night doing. Every small damn thing. It’s torture, and he only has himself to blame.
He can’t look at Matt without getting flashbacks. It’s simultaneously arousing and absolutely mortifying at the same time. Foggy spends all day in a state of half arousal, half “ground swallow me now”ness. And at midday, it gets far far worse.
It’s hot, after all. The sun is glaring through the office, and so he doesn’t question it when Karen disappears during her lunch break, because who would want to stay in the office with no air con. He’s hitting the printer, with his sleeves rolled up, when she heads back, clutching a box of ice pops in her hand.
“The air con won’t be fixed for another 3 hours. I figured we needed some other way of cooling down.” She said by way of an explanation, passing a popsicle to Matt, and grinning at Foggy.
Foggy stands there, mouth slightly agape. Karen carries on smirking.
She knows. She knows about Foggy and his dreams. Oh god, oh god no.
Karen keeps firing him not-so-subtle pointed looks the entire time Matt wraps his lips around that ice lolly. Foggy gulps, but if he’s honest, he’s not sure if it’s because Karen’s discovered his awful secret, or because Matt is really enjoying every inch of the lollipop.
His phone vibrates in his pocket. Karen raises an eyebrow at him.
“Dear founding member of the Matthew Murdock is the sexiest piece of ass in the room club. You’re welcome. X.
P.S: Seeing as you now owe me, you will take me to Josie’s tonight, buy me 7 drinks, and admit to all the feelings you’ve been hiding from Matt all these years.”
Re: Slow burn Foggy/Matt OP fill 1/? WIP
(Anonymous) 2015-07-19 08:58 am (UTC)(link)Re: Slow burn Foggy/Matt OP fill 1/? WIP
(Anonymous) 2015-07-19 06:42 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Slow burn Foggy/Matt OP fill 2/? WIP
(Anonymous) 2015-07-19 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)“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
(Anonymous) 2015-07-21 04:17 am (UTC)(link)Re: Slow burn Foggy/Matt OP fill 3/4 WIP
(Anonymous) 2015-07-21 11:31 pm (UTC)(link)He picks up his phone, sure that calling in sick is his best cause of action, when he notices a text from Karen.
“Do not even think about it. My headache is worse than yours. I have 7 mojitos.”
Foggy groans, and throws a hand over his eyes. He’s not moving from this spot ever again.
His phone vibrates loudly again, and he moans as he fumbles to pick it up.
“I’m serious, Fog. I will tell Matt if you call in sick.”
Foggy sits up in his bed, the sudden movement makes his head spin in pain, and he hurriedly tries to type a response.
“You wouldn’t dare.”
A minute or so later, and he’s got a response.
“HA, I KNEW IT, THERE IS SOMETHING TO TELL!”
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Karen…I” He types the words, then finds himself deleting them. “Karen, please don’t.” He deletes them again.
Every single possible start to his reply sounds pitiful. He grits his teeth, pushes himself up and stumbles to the kitchen to swallow some painkillers.
“Ok, ok. Cover for me ‘til I get there? Pretty please?”
He forces himself to get dressed, drinks another glass of water, and heads out into the city streets. He squints into the sunlight and heads in search for coffee. Coffee first, then fix this.
He somehow manages to bustle in only an hour late, holding two coffees, looking human if not entirely presentable. He mutters a “Hey Matt” as he passes his friend’s desk – and Matt chuckles at him. He’s only got a slight bruise near his cheek, and his smile is the brightest, most perfect thing that Foggy has seen all day.
But Foggy has to turn away. He’s got some grovelling to do, starting with the drink in his hand. Karen smirks at his, arms crossed. “Well, look what the cat dragged in.”
“Coffee?” Foggy pushes Karen’s cup of in front of him, and laughs when she snatches it from him straight away.
“So…you confessing yet? Because if you don’t…” She raises her eyebrows at him and winks.
“How much coffee is going to buy your silence?”
She laughs brightly. “Fog, have you ever thought that maybe you two just need this? You know, to be happy? To have someone care?”
“He knows I care about him.” If Matt didn’t know that after everything they’ve been through, well he’s a bigger idiot that Foggy thought.
“And when was the last time you really let someone care for you, Fog?” Karen gets up, and tuts at him, shaking her head as she gracefully (far too gracefully for someone who was as drunk as she was last night) slinks her way to Matt’s office. Foggy’s left standing stunned in the centre of the room.
It plays on his mind, twists everything he’s been fantasising about for the last two weeks. Of course, Matt’s still the same tempting, delicious walking fantasy he always has been. But now, other feelings start mixing in, and Foggy’s feeling the world shift and he falls so much deeper.
That night, he’s not perving on his friend. He’s not idly fantasising about him, not just running through a list of things he knows push his buttons.
He’s dreaming about wooing Matt Murdock. He’s fantasising about Matt making him come completely undone under his hands. He’s allowing himself to admit that this is more than just Matt Murdock, the sexiest piece of ass in the galaxy. This is about Matt Murdock who he could let himself fall for without a moment’s hesitation.
It’s so easy to think how it could be, if he let it. Matt laughing comfortably at him, before slowly leaning forward to tentatively press their lips together. Soon the kiss would become more heated, and Foggy would pour every ounce of adoration for Matt he has into it. Matt’s fingers would curl into Foggy’s shirt front, hold him closer as though he’d never want to let go. Matt would push him, slowly to his bedroom, undoing the knot of his tie with those nimble fingers of his, before pressing him back on the bed, on to smooth silk sheets. Matt would strip him bare. The sheets feel cool against his skin, in sharp contrast to the warm, perfect body above him, and Foggy would feel a small pang of sadness as he realises that only he’ll appreciate how fantastic they look surrounded by the black shimmering sheets. Matt’s hands would be mapping out everything in order to preserve the memory, Foggy would be running his hands over the scars on Matt’s skin, and they’d both only separate from their kissing when they need to groan against each other.
Foggy’s leaning back on his own bed, eyes squeezed shut – trying to blank out everything around him, and just let the thought of what he wants unfold. He thinks of Matt kissing his way down his body, exploring with his fingers, leaving Foggy a breathless, whimpering mess. He imagines Matt taking care of him, hands caressing his inner thighs, and it’s all lips and tongue and fingers and Foggy could get lost in Matt. He could get lost in Matt sliding his fingers into him, could dream of Matt finally pushing in to him rather than just teasing him, and he wants his Matt above him, owning him and it’s too much. He gasps out Matt’s name, and comes hard.
His Matt. Foggy Nelson, he thinks to himself, this is not good.
Re: Slow burn Foggy/Matt OP fill 3/4 WIP
(Anonymous) 2015-07-21 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)Oh, Foggy... ♥♥♥
Re: Slow burn Foggy/Matt OP fill 4/4 Finished!
(Anonymous) 2015-07-23 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)“Fog, you ok?”
Foggy hangs up his jacket, and collapses into his office chair. He sighs, and runs a hand through his hair.
“Fog? Foggy?”
Karen’s at his side, shaking him roughly. “You’ve just been ignoring me for the last 5 minutes. What’s up?”
Foggy turns to her and squints. “I’m a bad person.”
“You may have to give me more than that, Fog. Did you take the last bagel again?” Karen’s trying to distract him. Foggy knows that it won’t work, but he can lie and let her think that it has. He chuckles, and Karen seems appeased for now.
Most of the morning is uneventful. They’re running through countless pieces of evidence for their latest case, trying to bring it all together and polish up the edges. Because it’s easier to shout across the room when they find something, they’re all working in the same place, and while the guilt and shame is still playing on Foggy’s mind, this he can cope with.
Karen gets up from her chair at 12:30 and stretches. She smiles easily at both of them, grabs her coat and bag, and heads off out for her lunch hour. It’s 15 minutes afterwards when Foggy realises she’s got the right idea. He stands up, walks over to Matt to ask if he fancied anything for lunch, then heads towards the office door.
He tries to turn the handle only to find it won’t budge. He wipes his hand on his jacket sleeve, and tries again. It still doesn’t move. He barges his shoulder into it the third time and nothing happens. All he manages to achieve is a dull pain in his elbow which makes him swear, and Matt glances up.
“Problem?” Matt asks.
Foggy’s about to answer when his phone vibrates in his pocket. He pulls it out and feels his blood run cold.
“You’re both staying locked in there until you tell him, Fog.”
Foggy’s hand tightens on his phone. Matt’s standing up now, concerned. He can feel his heart pounding in his chest, and he’s guessing Matt’s reacting to that.
“Foggy, what’s happened?”
Foggy turns back to the door and fumbles with his phone. “Erm…ah. The door is locked. Karen…Karen locked the door.”
Matt’s at his side now and he’s far too close. “Why would Karen do that?”
Foggy lies before he’s even thought about who is lying to. “I don’t know. Why would I know?”
Matt stops trying to open the door and turns to face Foggy.
“You’re lying. You know I can tell.”
“Matt…”
“Because I don’t understand why you’d lie to me about this. It makes so little sense. You’ve been off with me for a while now, and I’m worried, Fog. I first thought it was me, the Daredevilling, and then you told me it was a lack of sleep, and Karen tried to convince me that I’d not upset you, and I don’t know what to think anymore.”
Several moments pass. No one speaks.
“Just tell me, Foggy. Why did Karen do this?”
Foggy slides down the wall next to the door, and curls up in a ball. This is not happening. Even now, Matt’s the perfect human being and using his senses to notice the hell that Foggy’s going through. He feels Matt’s body sit down next to him, and his hand on his shoulder.
“Foggy.” Matt whispers, concern in his voice. “Why did Karen lock us in here?”
Foggy mumbles into his knees. “Because you’re all I’ve dreamt of for months now.” It’s only when he feels Matt tense up next to him in shock that he remembers that Matt could hear that.
Foggy jumps to his feet, and immediately tries to come up with some angle that gets him out of whatever hole he’s just fallen into. “You worry me, Matt. Karen knows I’ve been worrying about you, with the night time trips out, and…” he looks at Matt’s face, and Foggy knows the look that Matt’s sending him back. “…you don’t believe a word I just said, do you?” .
“Your heart rate’s increased by about 15%. You stuttered your way through the first sentence, and your stomach is growling slightly, almost like it’s whimpering. Your palms are sweating. You’re lying to me.”
“You know, I think I preferred it when you just played along with my lies. Okay, so I’ve not been dreaming about you…” Perhaps, if Matt thinks it’s all a lie, he can get through this.
Matt’s close now, and backing Foggy into a corner. “No,” and his voice is lower, steelier, dangerous. Despite himself, Foggy feels his body begin to respond. “You weren’t lying about that.” Foggy feels his body hit the wall behind him, feels the accusation in Matt’s voice. Matt, he realises, is not going to let this go – he’s heard that edge to it when Matt’s been cross-examining a particularly difficult witness. “Why were you dreaming about me, Fog?”
Fog closes his eyes, takes in a deep breath, and tries to speak. “IthinkthatI’m…oh fuck it.” Foggy tugs on Matt’s tie, and presses his lips against Matt’s.
Foggy thinks he’s made a terrible mistake when he pulls away. His heart is hammering in his chest, and he wants to run away, but his body won’t move. A second later and he’s very glad that he isn’t running. Matt lets out huff, then moans quietly, and it’s the best noise Foggy has ever heard in his life. Foggy would sell his soul to hear Matt make that noise because of him again. It’s the last conscious thought that runs through Foggy’s brain before Matt’s grabbing him by the shirt and kissing him harder. Hands are tangling in hair, fingers are tracing faces, indecent sounds are escaping from their snogging, and time seems to be unimportant now.
Eventually, Matt pulls away, and Foggy whines in annoyance. “I was enjoying that.”
“I can tell. Your heartbeat, Foggy…” Matt leans in for another kiss, and Foggy grins up at him. It’s absolute torture, then, when Matt is so close to him, but pushing him back into the wall. “What were you dreaming about, Fog?”
Foggy wriggles in Matt’s grip, trying to get the couple of inches closer so that their lips can touch. “Matty, please…”
“Franklin. The dreams?”
“You. Always you.”
Foggy’s rewarded with a nip at his earlobe, and he shudders involuntarily. “What about me, Foggy?” The words feel warm again his neck as they are breathed against his skin. Foggy screws up his hands, closes his eyes, and grits his teeth.
“The things I want to do to you. With you.” He yelps when Matt nips and sucks at his pulse hammering in his neck in response. “Matty…that’s going to mark.”
He feels Matt’s evil grin against his skin. “I intend it to. What kind of things? Us watching a film together, going out for Chinese food…?” The mocking tone in his voice trails off, and Foggy whimpers. “Tell me. I really want to know.”
“Matty…so close.” He’s buzzing with anticipation, and Matt’s running his thumb along the sensitive spot on Foggy’s neck.
“Tell me.”
“Sex stuff, ok? God, Matt. Just utter, utter filth and…” He can feel the arousal coiling in the bottom of his stomach, and Matt just seems as calm as ever, like he’s caught his prey and now he’s going to carry on teasing him. Evil git.
Matt chuckles into his neck, bites down, and Foggy shouts in pleasure. His hand is reaching for Foggy’s fly, pulling it down slowly, and Foggy can’t look away when Matt sinks to his knees in front of him, and pulls him out of his briefs. Matt smirks as he licks the tip before swallowing him and Foggy’s brain just stops working. His hands go to Matt’s shoulders automatically, and he’s gripping them tight when he finally comes in Matt’s mouth.
Once Foggy has finally got his wits together, he notices that Matt’s still smirking. “Utter filth like that?”
Foggy can’t help but chuckle. “Yeah, buddy, just like that. Matt, are we…I mean, if you want to.”
Matt’s grinning at him again. “Let’s just say I was waiting for you to wise up. I’ve been waiting for you to kiss me since forever. Your heartbeat might have given you away, and recently it’s been really really obvious…”
Matt trails off just as Karen opens the door to the office. She takes one look at both of them and breaks out into a massive smile. Foggy immediately glances down to his crotch, and thank fuck he had time to do himself back up. He glances over at Matt, who looks beautifully debauched – lips red and plump and hair stuck up all over. No wonder Karen is grinning.
“So, you two are going to let me have the rest of today off, and let me come in an hour late tomorrow, ok?”
Matt just grabs Foggy by the arm (and one day Foggy is going to have a word with Matt about hiding the super senses in the office properly). He faces Foggy and says “Sure, Karen. I think Mr. Nelson and myself have some unfinished business to attend to.” Foggy’s eyes widen, and he can see Karen dancing a happy dance behind them.
She picks up her coat, thumbs up at Foggy, and then creeps out of the now-unlocked door. “Condoms and lube in top drawer, boys, be safe! And nice hickey, Foggy, really brings out the colour of your eyes.”
Re: Slow burn Foggy/Matt OP fill 4/4 Finished!
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