Matt feels like he's coming out of his skin, like he swallowed a star, a supernova, a volcano. The world's on fire, so is he, and he can't beat up enough people, can't take enough hits to put himself out.
His hands clench around a bottle of....something. It was the only alcohol in the office, and it's disgusting, but it burns going down, burns him from the inside out.
He sank to the floor, with the wall at his back grounding him. He takes a swig and slams his head back. It hurts, but so does everything else.
It's his lucky day though, because that's the moment Foggy walks in, to see him drinking on the floor and banging his head. There's blood on his face and hands, and Foggy sighs.
This was a familiar scene.
"Cmon, Matty, get off the floor at least, it's filthy." Foggy drags him up and steadys him.
"Leave me on the ground, it's where I belong," Matt whines, and Foggy laughs.
"Could you be any more dramatic? What happened now?" Foggy's using his body to keep him from sliding down again but Matt just shakes, and buries his head in Foggy's neck.
This was the worst that Foggy had seen him. Usually all it took to get Matt back on the level was some human contact. Foggy didn't understand it, and Matt hadn't really explained it, except for a few broken sentences of how his heightened senses sometimes made him feel like he didn't quite fit in his body.
World on fire, right.
Matt was still shaking in Foggys embrace, and desperate times called for desperate measures.
The kiss was awkward and kind of weird, what with the shaking and the crying, but Matt kissed him back like a dying man. Foggy took that as an okay.
It's not like Foggy hadn't thought about it, Matt was a very good looking guy and Foggy wasn't the blind one here.
"So, this is uh, different....but I would really like to blow you now, if that's okay?" Foggy internally smacked his head, because wow, way to be totally awkward about it.
Matt laughed, "That was really smooth."
"I know I know. Not all of us are Blind Matt Murdock. But seriously, can i?"
Foggy ran his hand down Matt's chest, and toyed with his waistband. They were still pressed against each other.
"I guess?" Matt stammered out, he had kind of assumed that this was all just a ploy to get him out of his own head.
Foggy grinned, and kissed him again. It was sloppy and wet, and Matt couldn't quite stop laughing, but then he was gasping too.
Foggy went to his knees with a groan, " I'm getting too old to be blowing cute guys outside of a nice comfy bed."
If there was one thing Matt had always loved about Foggy it was his totally irreverent sense of humor. Here he was about to give his friend head and he was still making jokes. Foggy laughed with him as he undid Matt's belt.
"How do you pick out your belts, Matt? Do you just assume that all your belts are the same color?" Foggy ran his mouth against that muscle at Matt's waist, how how how did Foggy deserve this?
Mat gasped and grasped at Foggy's hair. "Please, please, please." Foggy sucked a kiss there and Matt's hips jerked up. Foggy stifled a giggle and pushed down Matt's pants.
"This is gonna be a lot of fun." He licked a stripe from the bottom of Matt's cock to the head and Matt whined. He was leaking precome from the tip and everything was on fire but now it was different, bareable, not the color of rage but the color of love.
"Don't- dont tease me, Foggy, please. I want-"
Foggy glanced up at him, "What? What do you want?"
Matt rolled his head to the side, and whined and again. Foggy still refused to touch him, "Say it, Matt."
"Fine, just -okay. Suck my cock, Foggy, please put me out of my misery."
Foggy was always good at doing what he was told. He got to work and soon Matt was a writhing mess. He tried to keep still, but couldn't keep himself thrusting into Foggy's mouth when Foggy sucked particularly hard.
When he came, he came with a gasp, his orgasm surprising him. Foggy didn't let up until he had wuing every last drop from him. He sat back on his heels and smiled up at Matt, looking for all the world like the world's most impish angel.
Re: Foggy/Matt, comfort sex
His hands clench around a bottle of....something. It was the only alcohol in the office, and it's disgusting, but it burns going down, burns him from the inside out.
He sank to the floor, with the wall at his back grounding him. He takes a swig and slams his head back. It hurts, but so does everything else.
It's his lucky day though, because that's the moment Foggy walks in, to see him drinking on the floor and banging his head. There's blood on his face and hands, and Foggy sighs.
This was a familiar scene.
"Cmon, Matty, get off the floor at least, it's filthy." Foggy drags him up and steadys him.
"Leave me on the ground, it's where I belong," Matt whines, and Foggy laughs.
"Could you be any more dramatic? What happened now?" Foggy's using his body to keep him from sliding down again but Matt just shakes, and buries his head in Foggy's neck.
This was the worst that Foggy had seen him. Usually all it took to get Matt back on the level was some human contact. Foggy didn't understand it, and Matt hadn't really explained it, except for a few broken sentences of how his heightened senses sometimes made him feel like he didn't quite fit in his body.
World on fire, right.
Matt was still shaking in Foggys embrace, and desperate times called for desperate measures.
The kiss was awkward and kind of weird, what with the shaking and the crying, but Matt kissed him back like a dying man. Foggy took that as an okay.
It's not like Foggy hadn't thought about it, Matt was a very good looking guy and Foggy wasn't the blind one here.
"So, this is uh, different....but I would really like to blow you now, if that's okay?" Foggy internally smacked his head, because wow, way to be totally awkward about it.
Matt laughed, "That was really smooth."
"I know I know. Not all of us are Blind Matt Murdock. But seriously, can i?"
Foggy ran his hand down Matt's chest, and toyed with his waistband. They were still pressed against each other.
"I guess?" Matt stammered out, he had kind of assumed that this was all just a ploy to get him out of his own head.
Foggy grinned, and kissed him again. It was sloppy and wet, and Matt couldn't quite stop laughing, but then he was gasping too.
Foggy went to his knees with a groan, " I'm getting too old to be blowing cute guys outside of a nice comfy bed."
If there was one thing Matt had always loved about Foggy it was his totally irreverent sense of humor. Here he was about to give his friend head and he was still making jokes. Foggy laughed with him as he undid Matt's belt.
"How do you pick out your belts, Matt? Do you just assume that all your belts are the same color?" Foggy ran his mouth against that muscle at Matt's waist, how how how did Foggy deserve this?
Mat gasped and grasped at Foggy's hair. "Please, please, please." Foggy sucked a kiss there and Matt's hips jerked up. Foggy stifled a giggle and pushed down Matt's pants.
"This is gonna be a lot of fun." He licked a stripe from the bottom of Matt's cock to the head and Matt whined. He was leaking precome from the tip and everything was on fire but now it was different, bareable, not the color of rage but the color of love.
"Don't- dont tease me, Foggy, please. I want-"
Foggy glanced up at him, "What? What do you want?"
Matt rolled his head to the side, and whined and again. Foggy still refused to touch him, "Say it, Matt."
"Fine, just -okay. Suck my cock, Foggy, please put me out of my misery."
Foggy was always good at doing what he was told. He got to work and soon Matt was a writhing mess. He tried to keep still, but couldn't keep himself thrusting into Foggy's mouth when Foggy sucked particularly hard.
When he came, he came with a gasp, his orgasm surprising him. Foggy didn't let up until he had wuing every last drop from him. He sat back on his heels and smiled up at Matt, looking for all the world like the world's most impish angel.
"Feel better?"
Matt laughed, "You know, I actually do."