They are absolutely hammered in their bedroom in the aftermath of their contract law midterm. Matt's is on his back on the floor next to Foggy, his arm draped over Foggy's chest. Foggy has his leg over Matt's leg. Everythiing feels warm and fuzzy and serene. Matt's giggling nonstop like he only does when he drinks with Foggy and it's just about the cutest thing that Foggy has ever seen. He could probably just lay here forever with this moment on repeat, listening to Matt laugh and transfixed with the way his hair is flopping over his eyes.
It is then that Foggy realizes he has been staring shamelessly, and he silently says a prayer of thanks that Matt can't see him.
Matt turns his head in the direction of Foggy's face so that his nose is close to Foggy's ear. His breath catches in his throat; since Matt can't see him, this is a surprising gesture of intimacy.
"Foggy?" he says, his breath tickling the hair on Foggy's neck. "Have you ever thought about kissing me?"
A million times. But right here in this moment when Matt seems so vulnerable and loose, it doesn't seem appropriate to confess that he has a huge gay crush on his straight best friend.
"Nah. You're like a brother to me."
"It's ok if you have though. Lots of people...lots of people think about kissing their friends. Is normal. Sometimes even straight people."
"Have you thought about kissing me?" says Foggy, turning his head to face Matt.
"Yeah. Why I was wondering."
"That's really cool that you're secure in your sexuality to admit that, Matt. Really um...forward with the thoughts...for you. Forward thinking? Thinking forward."
"One of those," says Matt. His breath tickles against Foggy's cheeks. He reaches behind Foggy's neck, and idly plays with his hair. This is, for some reason, one of Matt's favorite things to do when he is drunk. "Your hair is so soft." He closes his eyes.
When Foggy wakes up in the morning, tangled up in Matt, he can't help but feel grateful that he has a straight friend unafraid of physical contact or talking about his feelings. What he wouldn't give to have more of those.
Fill 3/6 - Matt Murdock: Professional Heterosexual
It is then that Foggy realizes he has been staring shamelessly, and he silently says a prayer of thanks that Matt can't see him.
Matt turns his head in the direction of Foggy's face so that his nose is close to Foggy's ear. His breath catches in his throat; since Matt can't see him, this is a surprising gesture of intimacy.
"Foggy?" he says, his breath tickling the hair on Foggy's neck. "Have you ever thought about kissing me?"
A million times. But right here in this moment when Matt seems so vulnerable and loose, it doesn't seem appropriate to confess that he has a huge gay crush on his straight best friend.
"Nah. You're like a brother to me."
"It's ok if you have though. Lots of people...lots of people think about kissing their friends. Is normal. Sometimes even straight people."
"Have you thought about kissing me?" says Foggy, turning his head to face Matt.
"Yeah. Why I was wondering."
"That's really cool that you're secure in your sexuality to admit that, Matt. Really um...forward with the thoughts...for you. Forward thinking? Thinking forward."
"One of those," says Matt. His breath tickles against Foggy's cheeks. He reaches behind Foggy's neck, and idly plays with his hair. This is, for some reason, one of Matt's favorite things to do when he is drunk. "Your hair is so soft." He closes his eyes.
When Foggy wakes up in the morning, tangled up in Matt, he can't help but feel grateful that he has a straight friend unafraid of physical contact or talking about his feelings. What he wouldn't give to have more of those.