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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: 2016-09-02 07:43 pm (UTC)He does grind down on tim, sudden and hard, and as his hips stay there for a fraction of a second, pinning Tim down to the bed with ease.
His hand lowers, index finger brushing the divet near his collar bone, and he brings his face to Tims neck, pressing that wicked grin into the hollow of Tims throat as his fingers run over Tim's lower abdomen, stopping just short of their hips.
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Date: 2016-09-02 09:04 pm (UTC)Tim had always wondered how Matt got to be so damn strong, all hard packed muscle, and quick, easy movements. There aren't many people who can easily pin Tim down successfully, after all. Now he doesn't have to wonder.
"You're a bastard," he breathes, head tilting back to expose his throat, begging without words for Matt to leave him marked at bruised. His stomach dips beneath Matt's touch, and he narrowly swallows down what would've been an incredibly embarrassing whimper.
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Date: 2016-09-02 11:50 pm (UTC)He doesn't mind being possessive of Tim. Not really. If it's what Gutterson wants, he'll get it.
"Did you think we'd be anything more than a quick fuck when we first met?" He asks, and the hand on Tim's stomach moves to his hip bones, pressing a thumb against one, feeling it.
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Date: 2016-09-03 12:21 am (UTC)It's unfair. Matt knows just how to pick Tim apart. How to make him unwind so totally and completely in the slowest way possible. Thankfully, Tim has his own weapons.
"No," Tim murmurs, hardly even breathing the words. "Didn't even think we'd be that, when I first saw you. You were too damn hot for me."
He exhales shakily, arching up into Matt's hand. When he speaks, his tone is low, his pitch adjusted just so. "Figured you'd move on to someone else after that first night."