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FILL AND THEN SOME : Matt/Foggy - Matt basically lives for Foggy

[(Anonymous)]

So, here's the getting-together part that I didn't write in my first go around:



Foggy first notices that Matt spends more time focusing on him - on his words, on the everyday noises of his life inside and outside of the office, on the sounds he makes when something changes or is out of the norm. It seems impossible, since Matt already devoted a great deal of his attention to Foggy, but there it is. Then he starts finding little things on his desk, like a fresh cup of coffee, exactly the way he likes it; or a new pack of his favorite pens, because they may not get that many clients, but the ones they do get have a nasty habit of walking off with his writing utensils; or a bagel from that amazing bakery a few blocks from the office, with the best cream cheese in the state; or a stress ball for Foggy to play with while he works, because he does his best thinking when his hands are occupied, which Matt has known since they roomed together in college. One day, after a few weeks of this, Foggy comes in, walking a little gingerly because he spent the weekend helping his cousin move into a new apartment, and his feet and back are killing him.

He sits down without saying a word, because if Matt can spend all his spare time getting carved up like a Thanksgiving turkey without a word of complaint, Foggy can handle a bit of soreness from a single day that was completely mundane. Except that Matt isn't having a second of it. He comes over to Foggy's desk and tells him to turn his chair.

"Why?"

"You'll have to do it to find out."

He's tired and cranky enough that he almost decides to refuse out of spite, but this is Matt he's dealing with, and Foggy finds few things more difficult than telling him 'no'. He swivels his chair around - and has to fight down a surge of arousal when he sees Matt lowering himself down onto his knees. Matt can't possibly mean to do that. The man is straighter than an arrow, and thoroughly Catholic, to boot.

Just in case, Foggy jokes weakly, "I'm pretty sure you're supposed to buy me dinner, first, buddy."

Matt hums, and that sound does things to Foggy. Possibly illegal, and absolutely awkward things. Foggy will have to research the statutes later, when he isn't busy choking on his tongue.

But instead of going for the front of Foggy's slacks, Matt lowers his hands down Foggy's calves, the movement bizarrely sensual, before removing his loafers and setting them aside. Then he takes one foot in his hands and begins to knead it the the perfect amount of pressure to make Foggy go boneless and sigh in relief. He can't even find it within himself to mourn the lack of a blowjob. Matt's foot-rubbing skills are that good.

"Hey, Matty?"

"Mmm?"

"If our practice goes bankrupt, you should become a masseuse. People would pay good money for a massage like this."

Matt's lips curl up at the corners. "Seems a little odd, doesn't it? Massaging people's sore muscles during the day and then putting criminals in the hospital at night?"

Foggy raises his eyebrows. "Yeah, because the job you do in the light of day right now totally meshes with the one you do at night."

"Well, maybe I only like to give massages to certain people," Matt replies, the words light yet oddly significant.

"Can one of those people be me?" Karen asks sunnily, stepping into the office. "I know women aren't supposed to admit that wearing heals in a city where you have to walk everywhere is uncomfortable, but I really don't care: it's uncomfortable."

"Well, then screw the heals. I vote we make this a heal-free zone," Foggy announces. "Who cares about fashion, anyway? I mean, come on, we live in Hell's Kitchen. Lighten up. Live a little. Be daring and wear flats, instead. You're tall enough. Matty, don't you think she's tall enough?"

Chuckling, Matt acknowledges, "So far as I can tell, Karen, you can get away with wearing whatever you want."

Karen grins. "Good answer. But since I didn't bring any flats with me, you'll both just have to put up with me kicking my heals off for the day."

With an amused tilt of his lips, Matt tells her, "I'm sure we'll manage to endure it." He goes back to rubbing all of the tension and lingering pain out of Foggy's feet, and Karen goes through with kicking off her heals and sliding them under her desk before she goes to make a pot of coffee.

From that point on, heals are strictly for important events only in the practice of Nelson & Murdock, and foot massages for Foggy become a fairly regular thing. Foggy can quite definitively say that the latter advent is his favorite of the two, though he is glad that Karen no longer has to risk life and limb in those high heals on a regular basis.

Matt continues to leave little things on his desk - and it has to be Matt, because as much as Foggy adores and gets along with Karen, she still does not know him well enough just yet, nor is she subtle enough to pull some of the things Matt comes up with off - and to pay a rather intense amount of attention to Foggy whenever they are in the same room (And more than likely when they are not, though Foggy has no surefire way to confirm this theory. Hang those super senses. Except, no, because they keep his best friend alive when he goes out in his ridiculous suit and protects the people of their not-so-fair city.).

This all goes on for a few months, until finally Foggy gets tired of waiting for the other shoe to drop, and, on a night when it is just the two of them, sitting on the floor of his apartment looking over research for one of their current cases and eating pizza straight out of the delivery box, he asks, "All right, what is going on with you?"

"What do you mean?" Matt asks calmly.

"You know what I mean. The gifts, the foot massages, the look you get on your face when you're listening to something you shouldn't be able to hear-"

"I have a look?"

"Yes, Matt, you have a look. Stop trying to distract me, and tell me what all of this is about? Where is this coming from?" He holds up a hand. "And don't try to tell me it's nothing, because you came over and visited my family for Thanksgiving, and I know being around them is too much for you. Not many people can withstand the insanity of the Nelson clan, and your senses are more sensitive than most."

Setting aside the pages he has been going over, Matt places his hands on his thighs and takes a deep breath. "I've been doing a lot of thinking, lately."

"Okay," Foggy says warily.

"When you found out that I was doing - that I had become -"

"That you like to run around in a mask and punch bad guys in the face," Foggy supplies, wanting to move past the old news and onto the new.

"Right. When you found out about that, and we spent some time apart, it made me realize something. Something I should have realized a long time ago, and would have, if I hadn't been so distracted, first by our internship, and then by what was going on in Hell's Kitchen. You see, Foggy, I thought, for so long, that all I needed was to have you as a friend, and I suppose that's true enough, but that doesn't mean that I don't want there to be something else between us."

"So," Foggy starts slowly, "what you're saying is that you've finally realized that you're desperately attracted to my hot bod?"

Matt huffs and gives a little smile. "What I'm saying is that I'm in love with you, and I'm hoping that I can convince you to feel the same way about me."

Well, hell. What is he supposed to say to that? 'You had me at Avacados?'

Yeah. He goes with that.

And that smile? The one that Matt gets around Foggy, and no one else? Like the world is a better place because Foggy is in it? The one where is eyes crinkle at the corners, and the lines around his mouth deepen, but they somehow manage to make him look even more beautiful? Yeah. Matt gets that look on his face.

Re: FILL AND THEN SOME : Matt/Foggy - Matt basically lives for Foggy

[(Anonymous)]

OP!Anon: thank you so much!!!! This is literally perfect. You're an amazing writer, and you totally made my day :)
I am definitely sending good vibes your way, kind stranger!

Re: FILL AND THEN SOME : Matt/Foggy - Matt basically lives for Foggy

[(Anonymous)]

Aw, hey, OP! I'm so thrilled that you enjoyed it, and incredibly flattered - you're so sweet! Thank you for the good vibes: May they be returned to you ten-fold; may you never step on a lego; may you find a twenty dollar bill on the sidewalk; and may you always find a dry place to wait out the rain.