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blindfighterIt'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.
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.
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Date: 2016-03-26 08:19 am (UTC)"Then yes," Matt says simply, their foreheads touching, his hand on the others, and he ignores the fact that Tim has hot tea in his hands and instead tilts his head to kiss him on the mouth, not rough but longing, and the hand on Tim's face goes to the other's neck, gently placing fingers on the side of it, tender and fragile much like the moment.
He tries to ignore that all of this is going to change tomorrow when he goes after Fisk. When he gets his revenge for the bombings.
When he isn't sure he'll come out alive.
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Date: 2016-03-26 08:41 am (UTC)It's a mess, but it's them. And that's what makes it perfect, honestly. It's them, and that's all Tim's wanted for a very long time. To know that he means as much to Matt as Matt does to him. He doubts Matt's stupidly in love the way Tim is, but that doesn't matter right now. This is a start. And it's a very, very good start.
He's going to have to call his mother tomorrow. She'll probably insist that he bring Matt down for Thanksgiving.
Tim sets the tea down on the coffee table without looking, somehow managing to do it without dropping it on the floor, and brings a hand up to touch Matt's face as they kiss. It's not rough and bruising the way it normally is, but gentle and longing and loving and it's perfect. Everything's absolutely perfect.