daredevilkink | Daredevil Prompt Post #11

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PART 2

Foggy Nelson treated that following Sunday as if he had lost something dear to him. He decided not to dress or shower, and he stayed in despite the fact that he had almost no food in his house. He had olives for dinner. There were a few times throughout the day that he would begin to see over the funk he was in; when the sun finally came out in the early evening, when he discovered his favorite show was on marathon, but those moments were short-lived. That night he crawled back into bed in the same t-shirt and the same boxer shorts as before, and really he felt like he had never left.

He thought about taking a sick day Monday, but resolved not to. He still had a job to do, and he wasn’t going to avoid Matt like a junior high student. He wasn’t pathetic. At the office conversations between the three of them were short and to the point, but they had a slew of random clients waiting in the morning who were looking to find representation for neighbor quarrels, domestic disputes, and one so-called civil conspiracy. Foggy declined Karen’s offer to get lunch with her and Matt, claiming to have an appointment. In reality, he was exhausted. He slept fitfully, and was already almost drained by noon. He just needed a moment to breathe by himself, to convalesce. He just had to wait. Until time dulled the memory of a bare, sexy Matt Murdock. Until he began to think of Matt as not naked again. With time, things would get better. He could get past this, as long as he was the only one who knew about it.

that night he went to bed absolutely depleted, and yet once again he faded in and out of a nervous consciousness, unable to rest his mind.

~~~~

“Foggy?” a quiet voice emanated from behind him. It was hushed, but it still made him jump. He turned to face his partner, and his heartbeat skipped.

“Are- are we Okay?” Matt stammered, his voice so beautifully vulnerable that Foggy crumbled inside.

“Dude, of course! Of course we are, Matt!” Foggy exclaimed, clapping Matt on the back of his shoulder. “Why wouldn’t we be?” he attempted a laugh. He could tell that it came out a little fake, and he hoped Matt hadn’t noticed.

Matt nodded quickly as Foggy lied, his lips drawn into a tight line. Foggy couldn’t help but notice how Matt’s lips flushed pink when he released them from their pursed position. “Okay.” He said. “It’s just, you’ve been quiet lately.” His hands wrung anxiously on his walking stick.

“I have? ...Yeah. I guess I have, kinda. It’s nothing to worry about though, buddy.” He hoped that Matt could feel the warmth in his voice, and he changed the slap on Matt’s shoulder into a reassuring squeeze. Matt’s disposition hadn’t shifted, however, and thus Foggy felt like he should dig a little deeper. “It’s just… I just have some…things going on. That’s all. Not big things, you know, nothing you should worry about. Just…. Agh! You know…some stuff…” he trailed off, nodding and continuing to massage Matt’s shoulder.

Matt cocked his head to the side as Foggy spoke, just as he always did when he seemed to be really focusing in on his words and analyzing them. Foggy swallowed, and then there was an awkward silence. “…You know?” Foggy blurted again.

“Yes, Foggy. I get it. It’s fine.” Matt flashed a quick, close-lipped smile as he shrugged off Foggy’s hand on his shoulder.

Of course Foggy knew which smiles were fake and which were real. When Matt really smiled you could see nearly all the teeth in his mouth, and it was glorious. Seriously, he was not a religious man, but he figured that there had to be some sort of divine reason that Matt’s smile was just so good.

“Okay.” Foggy sighed, and he grabbed the handle of his brief case. “See you tomorrow, Matty?” He said as casually as possible as he headed out the door.

“Yeah.” Said Matt, still standing there in his partner’s office even after he had left.

~~~~

Matt sat on the edge of his coffee table. The strong scent of yeast and hops began to haze his mind before he even took a swig of the IPA that Foggy had left in his fridge months ago. Foggy was more of a pale ale man than he, preferring the sharp, spicy prickle in his sinuses, while Matt tended towards a dark stout- a rich, bitter burn that sat heavily at the back of his throat. Somehow this seemed to better suit his sensibilities.

He took a sip of the pale ale, and grimaced as it went down. Then, after a deep breath, he killed half the bottle- choking only slightly on the overwhelming scent and taste of citrus, grass, and cardamom.

He knew Foggy wasn’t okay, and he was pretty sure he knew why. Obviously, his disgraceful little performance the other night had bothered Foggy greatly. He hated himself for losing control like that, for not thinking ahead. For not thinking of his best friend.

And he wasn’t sure how to fix it, or if he even could. He could admit to Foggy that it was…intentional. That he knew Foggy was watching him. But really it wasn’t that simple. Firstly, he would have to explain to Foggy why he wanted him to catch him to begin with. That would be an uncomfortable conversation. Secondly, Foggy had really tried his best to be as quiet as possible, and though Matt wouldn’t consider him a graceful man he could tell that Foggy felt he was being quite stealthy. How could he possibly explain to Foggy that he heard him coming? That he could practically see him shifting in the next room, right through the walls?

The noxious ale swam in his stomach, and he lowered himself to lay on the floor between the couch and the table. The sun was setting, and he always found comfort in that. Even the all too familiar loneliness was of comfort, in some way. He took off his glasses and set them on the ground next to him, resting his hand on his stomach and steadily rubbing in circles.

he knew Foggy had enjoyed it, he felt it. There was the taste of arousal, salty and warm. The smell of dampened cotton. The erratic pattern of his breath. Matt’s cock twitched, slowly stiffening in his pants as he revisited the memory. He closed his eyes, and his hand slowly rubbed downward, until his fingers were just under his waistband. What if Foggy had just walked over to him that night? What if he knelt down next to Matt and brushed his lips up and down his neck? What if he had rubbed his hand down Matt’s chest, his stomach, until-

Suddenly Matt’s eyelids snapped back open, and he jumped to his feet with a growl. He ran his hands through his hair and over his eyes.

'Jesus, I'm pathetic.' He thought.

~~~~

Foggy went to bed early that night, his body demanding sleep. Unfortunately, he found himself lying wide awake again at 2:36 am. He heard the gentle clack clack of raindrops as they hit his bedroom window, and though he usually found the rain comforting at night he had nothing else to do but sit with his thoughts.

And his thoughts were of Matthew Murdock. There had been a heaviness in the pit of him since that early Saturday morning, and it was becoming hard to ignore. For the past few days he fought back images of Matt half naked, of the enticing sounds that he made. Now, in the dark, he was having one hell of a time pushing back at those thoughts. He couldn’t seem to focus on anything else, and he was afraid to admit that he kind of didn’t want to.

Slowly, he lifted the blockade, and allowed himself to inspect those thoughts in their entirety. /That beautiful body. Those chiseled hip bones. His exposed neck rough with facial hair. Fuck, that perfect cock./

“Nngh!” Foggy shuttered, and rolled to his side. His dick throbbed in his shorts. Still, he had opened the floodgates and the thoughts were now crashing in. /The heat of Matt’s balls as he rubbed them. The way he bit his bottom lip as he tried so hard to be quiet. How much he must have wanted it- needed it./

Foggy hadn’t realized it, but he was grinding into his own hand in frustration. /To smell him, his earthy, slightly sweet scent. What would it have felt like to grab Matt’s cock, to finish him off? And… what had it felt like when that warm cum hit Matt’s belly?/ And then Foggy realized what he was doing, but just a second too late. Suddenly, he emitted a strangled cry that turned into a growl as he came in his pants, riding out the waves of the orgasm with a mix of relief and self-resentment.

He rolled onto his back again and stared at the ceiling. The heavy heat in his lower abdomen was alleviated, but his mind was still thick with apprehensive thoughts.

I really love how emotionally descriptive this story is. I can feel the embarrassment and want on both sides so clearly. I love it.

Yass. To all of this. So many yesessss

Daredevil Prompt Post #11

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