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It's around 630 when Matt stops pretending to be asleep.

Though that's a lie, just a tad--Matt has slept. On and off, on his silk sheets and curled up naked with another man in what feels like forever. It's nice, and for a few hours it lasts. It really and truly lasts, and Matt can hear the steady beating of Tim's heart. He can hear every creak as his bones adjust, can still smell scotch and bourbon as he exhales in his sleep. It's not the kind that's overwhelming, it's natural and in a way comforting.

But it's still another person and Matt Murdock is used to being alone. He's used to not getting close.

He's used to one night stands and relationships that barely last a month, if that. He's used to Foggy clapping him on the shoulder and telling him there'll be more.

He's used to going to their place. This is the first time he's brought someone home.

Someone here.

He's brought people over, but not for a one night stand. This is a different circumstance in many ways--mostly that they're going to see each other again. They're going to pass each other in the courtrooms even if they're not going to actively see each other although, if Matt's being honest, he does want to. It had been one of the best lays in a while.

And that's how, at exactly 6:40 in the morning, Matt Murdock decides he can't get used to it just yet. So instead, he gets to work. Turns the alarm off to let Tim sleep in, gets half-dressed (socks, slacks and a dress shirt, the first few buttons undone and the collar a little rumpled), and is in the kitchen. He gets to work.

If this is a one-night stand with special circumstances, he may as well make breakfast. That includes half a grapefruit for each of them, fresh fruit, and Matt himself is in the middle of cooking up some of the bacon and eggs. Simple and scrambled, but if there's one thing Matt can do better than most thanks to his olfactory senses being heightened, it's cook.

Date: 2015-11-23 06:37 am (UTC)
comfortablyerect: (i just wanna come home)
From: [personal profile] comfortablyerect
The guy's smart, but that's not surprising. He's been evading police arrest for weeks now, including the half of the police department and all of the marshals gathered on the pavement below them.

Tim watches him carefully, not only to be ready if he tries to attack, but also to clock various things. Approximate height, weight. He can't get a very good read on an age with only being able to see half the guy's face, but he can get a fairly broad ballpark. Things that might narrow down possible identities of the masked man.

He doesn't move back when the man steps forward, but only because he can't. He's backed up against the ledge of the roof, exactly where he doesn't want to be. He doesn't make a move to take the thumb drive, either. He only stares, eyes narrowed.

"Why should I trust you?"

It feels like a legitimate question. Why should he trust the secretive man in the mask as opposed to all the people he's spent months working with and trusting his life with?

Date: 2015-11-23 07:32 am (UTC)
comfortablyerect: (i'm fighting i'm bleeding)
From: [personal profile] comfortablyerect
'You just have to do what's right.'

Tim's always tried to do what's right. That's why he spent eight years in Afghanistan dedicating himself to his country. That's why he came home and went into law enforcement. It's not as if he doesn't believe in corruption, but it's hard to think about half of the people he's working with being corrupt.

He's always just been better at following orders and not asking questions. But that's not quite the same thing as doing what's right.

He takes the thumb drive, and he commits the names to memory. He'll look both of them up later, see what he can find. See if there's even a shred of evidence that backs up what the guy in the mask is saying about Wilson Fisk.

"You know we're not gonna stop chasin' you."

Just as a reminder. It's out of Tim's hands, but even if it weren't, he wouldn't stop anyway. He likes a good chase.

Date: 2015-11-24 03:05 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] comfortablyerect
"Storm's nothin' I can't handle."

Said with all the blind confidence as an Army Ranger. Like somebody who really doesn't think they can be defeated. Tim's been facing storms his whole life. Between his daddy and the war and this, he's not sure he can remember a time he wasn't waiting to see one emerge over the horizon.

Tim's not confident about a whole lot, but this sort of thing is sort of his forte. It's what he's built for.

Date: 2015-11-24 04:02 am (UTC)
comfortablyerect: (i just wanna come home)
From: [personal profile] comfortablyerect
"I can take care of myself."

Tim's still trying to decide if he wants to believe him or not. He won't decide until he's had a chance to look into it, to look at what's on the thumb drive. But it'd be naive to disregard the claims completely. He'll look into it. One more think to keep him busy.

"I know you didn't," Tim says, and his voice is low, too. He's noticed that the Devil of Hell's Kitchen doesn't kill, and he's only ever beat up the bad guys. Tim has to give him points for that, at least.

"Still isn't justice, though. There's a right way and a wrong way to do things. I bet you can guess which way this is."

Tim has to believe in the system. It's all he's ever done, his entire career has been built around it. He wouldn't know what else to believe in.

Date: 2015-11-24 07:05 am (UTC)
comfortablyerect: (the stars are under a different sky)
From: [personal profile] comfortablyerect
Tim is found by some of his coworkers, a few moments later, picking up the parts of his rifle, which were bent and damaged by the vigilante. He's glad it was marshal service's and not his own.

"Dropped it," he says smoothly, and they look rightly skeptical about that.

He's given a hard time by his boss for it, but Tim's barely listening. All he can hear is the Devil of Hell's Kitchen telling him to do the right thing.



The next day, Tim is interrupted at his desk by Matt Murdock, his quiet smile, and two cups of Starbucks, already giving out a handful of apologies about skipping out on coffee the day before. It's a bad idea and Tim should say no. Matt blowing him off was the right direction. Matt's a distraction, but he's not the good kind of distraction.

Tim takes one of the cups and goes on break, and they spend fifteen minutes drinking and talking about absolutely nothing on one of the benches outside. They agree to meet up again after work.

Tim feels stupidly giddy about it. But not so much that he neglects to look into all those things the vigilante told him to. He doesn't find concrete evidence, but he finds a lot of shit that doesn't add up.

They keep doing this. Grabbing drinks sometimes, or maybe coffee, and hooking up frequently. It's always Matt's place, though that might be more out of convenience than anything else. Tim stays the night sometimes, depending on how much he's had to drink. The drunker he is, the more likely he is to stay. He can always cite being too drunk to walk home, but it's really about how high the chances are of him having a nightmare. It's always a gamble, but so far, he's been lucky.

It helps that Matt's very good at wearing him out.

It's casual, nothing serious or exclusive. Almost a friends with benefits kind of thing, if Tim were better at actually having friends. He doesn't stop sleeping with other people, but Matt's the only person he sleeps with more than once. It doesn't mean anything, he keeps trying (unsuccessfully) to tell himself. This is the best sex he's ever had, it'd be fucking stupid to let it go if it happens to be working.

And it's working well. Very well. Tim's surprised by that.

If he's being honest, he has sort of gotten attached, just a little bit. Not enough, he thinks, for it to hurt too much if Matt decides to call it quits. Sometimes he shows up and Matt's supporting a new bruise or a new cut above his eye, and Tim wonders, even asks sometimes, but he always takes Matt's lies at face value. No need to make things complicated with a casual hookup.

And that's all they are, essentially. Even though, sometimes, he'll finds his heart fluttering restlessly, thinking maybe he wants more anytime Matt smiles a certain way or Tim sees him without his glasses. But this is better, he reminds himself. He'll have to settle for this.

It's a little over a month since their first night together when Tim runs into the Nelson and Murdock crew. Or, really, nearly literally runs into them, rounding a corner in the courthouse. It's Foggy, with Matt at his elbow that he nearly collides with, Karen not far behind.

"Shit--"

At least his reflexes are fast. He stops short, holding out a hand just to make sure nobody actually crashes into him. It's not unusual for them to see each other here. This is their job, and Tim is frequently called to testify as an arresting officer or whatever. Thankfully, usually, their work doesn't coincide much.

Usually, they're good run-ins. This time, though, Tim notices that Karen and Foggy look distinctly unhappy. Matt looks unreadable.

Date: 2015-11-24 08:32 am (UTC)
comfortablyerect: (i'm fighting i'm bleeding)
From: [personal profile] comfortablyerect
The anger isn't hard to pick up. The disappointment, the bitterness, all emotions that play across Foggy and Karen's unschooled features all too clearly. Even somebody less observant than Tim would be able to notice.

It can only mean one thing, really. They lost. And they lost fucking big. And Tim knows — knows, because he knows Matt, knows his ideals and values and the kind of justice he stands for — that their client had to be innocent. They're client was innocent, and Nelson and Murdock fought long and hard for them, gave it their all, and they lost. Tim doesn't know what the case was. Doesn't know the crime, the victim, the weight of it all. But just the thought of it leaves the same bitterness in his mouth, like copper pennies on his tongue.

It's harder to pick up on with Matt, because he seems to have much more practice in schooling his expression than the other two do. But Tim does, first at the traces of venom in his voice. Admittedly, it stings a little, even though he knows Matt's not angry at him, just in general.

He sees the anger reinforced by the death grip Matt has on his cane. Tim has seen people angry. It's impossible to do years with the military and law enforcement without seeing people get angry. But there's a certain kind of anger, seen less often, but quickly recognized. It's not anger-- it's rage. The kind that doesn't die. The kind that leads to bruised cheeks and busted lips and welts from a belt that don't go down for days.

It's the kind of rage he saw in his daddy's white-knuckled grip around the neck of a bottle of liquor. It's the rage he sees in Matt right now. There's an instinct that kicks in, an urge he hasn't felt since he was eighteen and still living at home. Placate him. Do whatever is necessary to ease the anger, dissolve some of the rage. Anything to keep from getting hit. Tim's suddenly very glad they're in public.

"Doesn't seem very happy," he says carefully. He's not necessarily being quiet, but his voice is a touch lower. He's talking mostly to Matt, but he glances at Foggy and Karen, too. "Let's get drinks tonight. On me. Sounds like you need 'em."

Find a way to make the rage unwind. Calm him down. Like how he used to try and calm his father down to keep him from beating Sadie.

Date: 2015-11-25 12:01 am (UTC)
comfortablyerect: (this place is so cold and)
From: [personal profile] comfortablyerect
Tim understands what it's like to lose, and what it means to drink it all away. In his line of work, losing usually means losing a life, or multiple lives. It means someone's died. Especially when he was with the Rangers. He remembers IED explosions and missions gone wrong ending in the loss of several friends, several brothers in arms. And he remembers how someone would go out and purchase as much shitty liquor as they could carry, and the whole damn unit would drink in memory.

This is different, but honestly, it's not that much different. It's the same concept. And Tim gets it.

Karen's right. It's not fair. Nothing is fair. But that's why they're there, Nelson and Murdock. To give the underdog a fighting chance.

Matt's hand finds his elbow, and Tim starts to walk almost automatically. It's strange, maybe, how this has become normal. The two of them walking with Matt's lingering touch on his arm. Tim's strangely comfortable with it. Usually. Right now, Matt's anger is a little too high and his grip is a little too hard for Tim to be comfortable with much of anything.

Tim nods in Foggy's direction. Unlike them, he gets paid regularly. Drinks on him isn't a big deal, and they deserve it.

"Nothin' to thank me for," Tim murmurs, and he reaches out with his free hand to brush soothing fingers over the inside of Matt's wrist.

Date: 2015-11-25 07:27 am (UTC)
comfortablyerect: (your prayers must be working)
From: [personal profile] comfortablyerect
Matt tenses, and Tim tenses, too. An automatic reaction, a conditioning of childhood. The way he would when his dad was angry about something and Tim would do everything he could to talk him down from that rage, to make him relax, and would end up stepping on a god damn landmine instead. His father would tense and then Tim would tense and then he'd get hit.

That's what Tim's waiting for now, up until he realizes how ridiculous that is. They're in a fucking courthouse with tons of people around. And besides that, Matt isn't his father. They might have the same rage, but that doesn't mean Matt's going to act on it. It doesn't mean Matt's going to hit him.

Still. Tim can't relax. He can't, not until the grip Matt has on his cane stops leaving his knuckles white. It's hard to think about anything other than soothing the frayed ends of Matt's temper right now.

He's quiet, though, as they go down the courthouse steps and make their way outside. Where the air is fresh and it doesn't smell like cleaning products and leather briefcases. Admittedly, Tim is not very fond of the courthouse. It's his least favorite part of this job.

Tim glances at Matt. Though he doesn't exactly relax, he is a little relieved. Sooner is better. The sooner he can calm Matt down, the better.

"Whenever you want," he says. "I'm free the rest of the day."

Date: 2015-11-27 02:32 am (UTC)
comfortablyerect: (this place is so cold and)
From: [personal profile] comfortablyerect
"No," Tim says, and though he wants to, he doesn't reach out to touch Matt's hand this time. Not since Matt tensed before. He doesn't know why, but he does know better than to do it again. "All I had to do today was testify. That's done, so-- I'm yours."

Technically, he probably has some paperwork he could be doing, some reports to file or something. But nothing that has to be done today. It's nothing that can't be put off. They don't need him in the office or out in the field today. He was slated for court the whole day and that ended a lot earlier than anybody anticipated.

Right now, this is more important than anything else he could be doing. Making sure Matt's okay, that they're okay. That Tim's going to be okay later when they really are alone.

Date: 2015-11-27 06:58 am (UTC)
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Honestly, Tim doesn't know what to fucking say to that.

Of course Matt would pick up on it somehow, all of his other senses a little more keen to make up for his lack of sight. Tim shouldn't be surprised, but he is. He's always had such a great poker face. He's always been so good at pretending he's okay when he's not. He's never had somebody call him out on it before.

But here Matt is, sounding less angry and more concerned, gently trying to find out what's wrong. Like he actually cares. Shit, maybe he does. But they're only fuck buddies — he's not worth Matt's concern.

At the very least, Matt seems calmer. Which as been the goal from the start. But this is delicate. Tim could say the wrong thing and make him angry again. He could lie and maybe Matt would see through it, or maybe he won't. He could be vague, which might end up being even more frustrating. But he is not telling the truth. He's not going to talk about his father.

"It's not," he says carefully, slowly, like he's testing the waters. Its true, at least. It's not case related. "But it's nothin' to worry about. I'm fine."

Also true. Mostly. Sort of. True enough because this isn't an unfamiliar situation. It isn't anything he hasn't dealt with before, so he's fine. As fine as he can be.

Date: 2015-11-27 07:44 am (UTC)
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Matt's not going to hit him. It's a mantra Tim repeats, over and over, just so maybe he'll believe it. Matt won't hit him because he's not a violent person, and the only time the other has ever been rough with him is when Tim specifically asked for it. He's panicking over nothing. It's nothing.

Tim just needs to get his shit together. He wonders if this is like his PTSD. Only it's trauma from his childhood he's battling instead of trauma from the war.

Jesus. He thinks he prefers the latter.

The touch on his arm is gentle this time, and Matt's shoulder rests against his in an affectionate way. Tim relaxes. He makes himself relax. This is fine. They're fine. He's fine. He can go home with Matt and they can be alone and everything will still be fine. Wine isn't his style but he won't argue. He doesn't plan on getting drunk tonight anyway. He needs to make sure Matt's okay.

"It's fine," he assures, even if he doesn't quite mean it. "That sounds great."

And that part he does mean.

Date: 2015-11-27 09:14 am (UTC)
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It's basically the middle of the fucking day and they have wine and a late lunch or an early dinner (or an on-time dinner, Tim thinks, if this were Kentucky), and by the time they get back to Matt's apartment, Tim feels significantly better. Enough that he's actually looking forward to an evening in.

An evening in with some liquor and good company. And no work tomorrow, which means an evening in might very well turn into a night in. Even if it doesn't, though, he'll enjoy this. He always enjoys the times it's just the two of them.

Although he knows for sure now that he's attached. He's very attached to Matt Murdock. If he weren't, he wouldn't have tried so hard to sooth Matt's temper. He would've left. He would've left for good instead of sticking around. Hell, he would've left after that first night. But he's invested, and he's realized that he's been invested from the start.

But that's okay, probably. It's okay if this is one sided. It can keep being one sided. Matt will never feel the same way, and that's probably for the best. Maybe he will end up getting hurt, but at least Matt won't. Tim can handle a little heartbreak. All he wants to avoid is Matt getting hurt, too.

They get into Matt's apartment, and Tim flicks the light on because he knows Matt will forget to, and moves to set the bags down on the counter, already grabbing a couple of glasses and some dinnerware from the cabinets that have become familiar to him.

"Positive," he says. "They'll call me if they need me."

Date: 2015-12-13 04:06 am (UTC)
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"What I'm sayin' is that we should get drunk as quickly as possible so I have an excuse to stay here if they do call." Tim's teasing too, mostly. Logically, he knows that he probably should make himself unavailable the rest of the night. But really, he'd like to do just that. He'd like to stay holed up with Matt all night long. Just them and some liquor and some thai food.

Beggars can't be choosers, though, and Tim will take what he can get. Whatever Matt's willing to give him before this entire thing crashes and burns. Before Matt finds somebody prettier and more interesting and less broken.

It's only a matter of time, honestly.

"You're not," Tim says, like he's making a promise. He turns his head to kiss the corner of Matt's jaw, then the side of his neck. Honestly, he wouldn't mind if the night just turned into sex against the kitchen counter. But this is about Matt, about keeping him occupied and helping him forget the shitty day he's had. It's not about what Tim wants.

"I'm all yours tonight."

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