That's how long they manage to hold onto their perfect, happy bliss. Evenings spent listening to documentaries and making out on the couch, Matt making dinner and Tim pouring drinks. Eventually, they wander off to bed, where they fuck hard and rough before falling asleep curled up with each other. Sometimes, they'll even spend the night with Foggy and Karen at Josie's, and those are the nights they get so drunk that they end up stumbling home laughing, much like they did the first night they slept together.
Of course, it's not every night. Sometimes Tim has to work late, or Matt has to work late, in which case they'll try to meet up for coffee or lunch the following day. Sometimes, they can only get a quick text or two to each other, they're so busy. But it's still good. They still make it work.
In this case, Matt was working late the night before, prepping for a big case he had in the coming week. And when Tim stops by the office the next day to bring him lunch, a surprise this time, instead of with the usual text he tends to send beforehand, Foggy frowns and tips his head and says, "He stayed home today. Said he wasn't feeling very well. I thought he would've told you."
Yes, Tim thought Matt would've told him, too.
If he had to guess, Matt's probably just a little roughed up from whatever secret fight club he's involved with. Something they'll have to talk about eventually, but Tim's not ready to yet. Things are still too perfect to let himself ruin them.
He stops off at Matt's place, then, a box of pizza from a local joint in hand. Though, he had briefly considered getting takeout from somewhere and doing hot soup, instead. Not homemade, but still nice enough. He doesn't, though, if only because pizza makes good comfort food, too.
With his free hand, he knocks on the door and waits.
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Date: 2016-08-30 06:39 am (UTC)That's how long they manage to hold onto their perfect, happy bliss. Evenings spent listening to documentaries and making out on the couch, Matt making dinner and Tim pouring drinks. Eventually, they wander off to bed, where they fuck hard and rough before falling asleep curled up with each other. Sometimes, they'll even spend the night with Foggy and Karen at Josie's, and those are the nights they get so drunk that they end up stumbling home laughing, much like they did the first night they slept together.
Of course, it's not every night. Sometimes Tim has to work late, or Matt has to work late, in which case they'll try to meet up for coffee or lunch the following day. Sometimes, they can only get a quick text or two to each other, they're so busy. But it's still good. They still make it work.
In this case, Matt was working late the night before, prepping for a big case he had in the coming week. And when Tim stops by the office the next day to bring him lunch, a surprise this time, instead of with the usual text he tends to send beforehand, Foggy frowns and tips his head and says, "He stayed home today. Said he wasn't feeling very well. I thought he would've told you."
Yes, Tim thought Matt would've told him, too.
If he had to guess, Matt's probably just a little roughed up from whatever secret fight club he's involved with. Something they'll have to talk about eventually, but Tim's not ready to yet. Things are still too perfect to let himself ruin them.
He stops off at Matt's place, then, a box of pizza from a local joint in hand. Though, he had briefly considered getting takeout from somewhere and doing hot soup, instead. Not homemade, but still nice enough. He doesn't, though, if only because pizza makes good comfort food, too.
With his free hand, he knocks on the door and waits.