Midland Circle is no more. Neither is Matt.
But while the building left a huge pile of debris, rock and splittered concrete, Matt leaves nothing but emptiness. An empty chair next to Foggy in their favourite bar (empty even if someone sits on it), an empty spot on Foggy’s couch and a deep empty void in Foggy’s life.
Sending the others out, Matt has stayed behind to either fight Elektra or seduce her back to the right path. Foggy is not sure which. He is also not sure if “back” is the correct word since he would not vouch for Elektra having ever walked the right path. But it hardly matters. The cold stone buried them both, with them the secrets of their last encounter.
Foggy did not mean to burst out like that. But Matt was so close and the contrast so stark. The contrast to the time when Matt was nowhere. When he was gone. But now Matt was here. His strong arms held Foggy tight, kept him safe and warm. Chapped lips brushed against Foggy’s, urgent and demanding. With clear intent, Matt’s tongue flicked out, first running along the seam of Foggy’s mouth then over his cupid bow. While Foggy excelled at many things, denying Matt anything was not one of them. With a pleasant sigh, he parted his lips, allowing Matt to slip in.
Foggy was far from inexperienced. Still, he could not remember any lover ever owning him with a single kiss like Matt did now.
One hand splayed possessively on Foggy’s back, the other held the back of his head. Sensually, their lips moved against each other, Matt setting pace and intensity, Foggy following. Matt’s tongue sought out its counterpart, each lash a tease as well as the stake of a claim.
“You are enough,” Matt whispered against Foggy’s mouth. “Always.”
Part of Foggy wanted to argue the point. But then Matt’s lips were on his again, hungry and desperate. Matt lowered Foggy to the mattress, laying him down like a piece of china. After a short peck against Foggy’s mouth, Matt stood and undressed himself.
Embarrassed, Foggy realised that Matt could hear his body’s reaction to the scene. He gulped audibly as the fabric disappeared, revealing Matt’s well-toned, muscled body. Foggy’s heart raced and his breath was heavy and ragged.
Fortunately, Matt did not comment on it. His smile was sweet not smug when he joined Foggy on the bed again. He covered Foggy’s body with his own, resuming the kiss. His right hand tangled in Foggy’s hair, the left tenderly caressed every inch of skin he could reach in their current position.
Moaning, Foggy arched against Matt when Matt’s fingers ran along his hips and thighs. With tender force, Matt held Foggy down, deepening the kiss, as if afraid that Foggy could escape. After a while his mouth wandered towards Foggy’s jaw and then his neck to make his claim with teeth and tongue.
“I never wanted to die,” Matt said firmly between nips and licks. “I never wanted to leave you. But I accepted it to take Elektra out of the equation. To save New York and all the people in it, including those I love. Including you. That doesn’t mean I had a death wish. I’m glad to be here now, with you.”
“Very glad, huh?” Foggy joked, rolling his hips against Matt’s erection.
Matt growled and tightened his grip. “I’m doing something wrong here if you’re still cracking jokes.”
Roughly, he grabbed Foggy’s arms to keep him in place while he pushed Foggy’s legs apart with his own. With one elegant move, Matt slid between Foggy’s thighs. Both of them groaned when their cocks brushed against each other.
Again, Matt was all over on Foggy’s skin and set all of Foggy’s nerves alight, but it was different now. Matt was no longer teasing, he was demanding. He wanted, he needed. It was in the glide of his fingertips, the scrape of his teeth and the brush of his lips. Both men were fully erect, cocks pulsing and leaking. Their bodies moved against each other, seeking contact, seeking friction, but it was not enough.
“Foggy, I… Can I… I need…,” Matt stuttered while frantically trying to grab and kiss every part of Foggy in his reach.
“What do you need?” Foggy asked.
Matt took a deep breath. “To make you mine,” he finally managed to say.
Smiling, Foggy pressed their foreheads together. “Can’t conquer what you already have, Murdock,” he said. “But if you’re asking to fuck me, go ahead.”
Apparently, it was what Matt was asking. As soon as Foggy had spoken, Matt scrambled to hands and knees and reached for his nightstand. With practised ease, he found what he was looking for, presenting a bottle of lube.
Of course, Foggy was always impressed by how fast and accurately Matt, a blind man, could find his targets. But Foggy’s admiration reached a whole new level, now that the target was the puckered opening between his own ass cheeks.
With a high whine, Foggy threw his head back when the first finger entered him. Matt was careful, but there was urgency in his movements. The second digit followed faster than Foggy had expected, but nothing in the world would get him to tell Matt to go slower. Breathing deeply, he relaxed, reminding himself that Matt would stop the moment Foggy asked him to. His mind eased even more when he watched Matt, head tilted, listening intentently for any noise of discomfort, concentration written all over his face.
It did not take long for Matt to find that spot. Foggy dug his nails into the sheets, swayed upwards and keened. A complacent smile formed on Matt’s face and from now on, he hit Foggy’s prostate accurately every time.
When finally, Matt deemed Foggy ready, he sat up. Foggy’s chest moved in heavy breaths as he looked at Matt through half-lidded eyes. Matt’s warm hands landed on Foggy’s knees and Matt slowly spread them further.
“Do we need a condom?” Matt asked. “I know I’m clean.”
“I’m, too,” Foggy breathed out. “I forgot the pill today, but I think I’ll risk it.”
Matt snorted and all but threw himself on Foggy. “Still with the wisecracks,” he chided. “I’ll have to do something about your infuriating coherence, Mr. Nelson.”
While stealing another filthy kiss, he lined himself up with Foggy loosened entrance. Agonizingly slow, he pushed past the ring of muscle, claiming the tight channel inch by inch. Groaning into Matt’s mouth, Foggy clung to his lover and spread his legs as wide as possible.
When Matt was fully sheathed, he waited. After giving Foggy time to adjust, he asked “Alright?” and smiled when Foggy nodded.
“I… might lose control a bit,” Matt admitted. “But I’ll go slower or stop when you tell me to. Promise you will when it gets too much.”
“I promise,” Foggy whispered. “But I won’t break.”
“No, you won’t. I won’t allow it.”
With that, Matt started moving. He started slow and tender, but indeed picked up momentum fast. But even though he reached an almost punishing pace, Foggy did not for a second think of stopping him.
It was bliss. In the short time he had explored Foggy’s body, Matt had learned so much about him. The clever bastard already knew exactly how and where to touch and kiss, how to aim his thrusts to make Foggy scream in pleasure. Sweet nothings as well as blush inducing obscenities fell from Matt’s lips, right into Foggy’s ear and went straight to his loins. Foggy was close, nearing the edge steadily. But trapped between Matt and the bed, he could not quite take the final leap.
He was just about to ask for permission to touch himself (fuck, he really wanted Matt’s permission first) when Matt braced himself on his hands and pushed himself up. A clever angle of his hips, combined with his abdomen, stimulating Foggy’s cock just right did the trick.
The cry accompanying Foggy’s orgasm left him hoarse. His semen hit his stomach, mingling with the sheet of sweat on his skin. Panting, he watched how Matt who - with a feral growl - bent down to bury his face in Foggy’s neck. A lovely sharp pain added to Foggy’s climax when Matt dug his teeth in as he reached his own peak.
After coming to his senses, Matt reluctantly pulled out. Foggy’s lashes fluttered as he tried to sort himself, but he went willingly when Matt turned them both to their sides. With Matt’s stomach pressing against his back, Foggy sighed contently.
For a while, neither spoke. Matt played with Foggy’s hair and Foggy entangled their fingers.
“I’m sorry,” Matt said after a while. “For causing you so much pain and distress. I know I already apologised. But I never really said thank you for actually giving me another chance.”
“You are my best friend,” Foggy said. “And I love you.”
“Love you, too.” Matt kissed Foggy’s shoulder and pulled him closer.
At one point, Matt pulled the blanket over them. The closeness led to tentative touches which rekindled the passion. Foggy was still wet and open so - after asking permission - Matt slid back in. Leisurely this time, he moved inside Foggy under the covers, taking him slowly. Afterwards, Foggy drifted to sleep to murmured apologies and “I love yous” in his ear.
*
Featherlight kisses against the nape of Foggy’s neck woke him up. A hand stroke over his stomach and something hard poked against his butt which was flattering but also way too early.
“I’d say buy me dinner first, but it’s too late for that, hm?” he mumbled.
Matt hummed into Foggy’s hair. “Yes, I’m afraid. I already marked you down as very easy.”
“For you I am, I suppose.” Foggy turned in Matt’s embrace and pressed a kiss to his lips.
“You won though,” Matt said. “If I’m not mistaken, the sun rose. And you did not give up the combination.”
The victorious grin died on Foggy’s face.
“Oh, damn,” he whispered.
“You okay?” Concerned, Matt furrowed his brows and ran a hand through Foggy’s hair.
“Don’t be mad.”
“Why would I be?”
“I… might have forgotten the combination,” Foggy admitted sheepishly.
“You what?”
“I’m sorry. I focused so hard on not saying it, not even thinking about it, on keeping it hidden… and after we… you know… and I might’ve… It might come back, of course. But right now? Nope, nothing.”
Matt snorted. Then he said softly, “It’s okay. You won’t need it for a few days. I’ll call Rand Industries so they can do a reset.”
“Sorry,” Foggy repeated. “What will you tell them?”
“The truth,” Matt said with a shrug. “My boyfriend changed the code, then messed with me so I was forced to fuck some sense into him and accidentally fucked the code out of him.”
Wide-eyed, Foggy stared at Matt.
“I probably should feel offended and maybe even a bit objectified,” he stammered. “But I’m too stuck on the ‘boyfriend’ thing.”
“Not good?” Matt asked.
“Very good,” Foggy assured him. “The word sounds great. It was just… unexpected.”
“What?” Laughing, Matt pulled Foggy closer. “You didn't really think I’d let you go after last night?”
“To be honest, I slept like a stone after you were done with me,” Foggy chuckled against Matt’s chest. “I didn’t have much time for thinking yet. But I don’t want to go.”
“Good. Saves me from looking for the handcuffs. I think they slid under the mattress.”
“That’s very sweet and disturbing,” Foggy said with a dreamy sigh.
“Doing my best,” Matt grinned, kissed Foggy’s nose and swung his legs out of bed. “Breakfast in bed?”
“Let’s go to the living room for that.” Foggy stood as well. “To avoid crumbs in bed. My boyfriend has superpowers that make him very sensitive.”
Matt tilted his head. The happy expression, spreading on his handsome features made Foggy’s heart jump.
“You’re right,” Matt said with a goofy smile. “It does sound great.”