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On the sofa of Matt’s apartment, like a plump cat, slouched Foggy. He was fondling a pair of Matt’s cufflinks in hand with his legs outstretched and feet resting on the coffee table between two unopened beers. The lights were off, but the flat was lit by the gentle glow of the mighty digital billboard that hung on the building opposite. Foggy stared into it, imagining the light hitting Matt’s muscles and emphasising his curves, highlighting his scars, and glimmering in his seemingly always troubled, yet soft and charming, eyes.
Clutching the cufflinks in hand, Foggy checked his watch yet again and glanced over his shoulder at the door. He pictured the moment when Matt would enter: a great beaming smile plastered across his stubbled face despite his senses having told him that Foggy was inside, yanking off his tie, dropping his bag and gliding towards Foggy to embrace and kiss him. His heart fluttered at the thought of feeling Murdock’s stubble scrape against his face, then watching him pull his glasses from his face so that they can kiss more vigorously, let their passions fly.
Foggy blinked the images from his head, for he couldn’t be sure it would even go this way. He tossed the cufflinks down onto the table and rubbed his forehead. A noise came from the door…
Matt loosened his tie and inhaled sharply. His shirt had felt particularly rough today and his bag was digging into his shoulder. It had been one of those days and all he wanted now was to sit with a beer, but he wasn’t sure whether he wanted company or not.
He rounded the corner, climbed the few steps to the building door, inserted the master key and paused. There was a heartbeat, a thundering heartbeat, coming from his flat. He knew exactly who it belonged to, and a smirk grew on his face. With a sudden bound of energy, he thrust the door open, dropping it behind him causing it to slam, folded his cane in hand with no care if anyone saw him, and ascended the stairs two steps at a time. The heartbeat grew louder and louder, more and more prominent with every second, drowning out the city’s chaos.
Matt ground to a halt. He closed his eyes and took in the scent of Foggy that was plastered all over his apartment door and the nervous sweat smell that crept from under the door. His grin grew stronger, creases forming around his eyes, when he recognised that Foggy was playing with the cufflinks he’d left on the table this morning before work. Murdock gently gripped the doorhandle and rested his head against the door. Giant butterflies were swooping around inside his stomach, his throat was tight, muscles tingling, and teeth gritted. Foggy had checked his watch twice now whilst he’d been standing at the door, so with a pang of passion, Matthew opened the door.
Foggy started up when Matt entered and starred with flared nostrils, a clenched jaw, and enormous eyes. Matthew dropped his bang, cane, and ripped off his tie before looking towards Foggy and smirking wildly.
“Hey”, Matt said, the glow from the digital billboard shimmering in his glasses.
A ripple of gratification danced down Foggy’s spine. He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing escaped.
“How long have you been here?” Matt chuckled.
“Oh, definitely not like three hours”, Foggy replied, stumbling over his words.
Matthew exhaled sharply with amusement and took a few paces towards Foggy. He pulled his glasses off and tossed them onto one of the other sofas, trying his best to find Foggy’s eyes which were struggling to decide on where to look. He wished he could look straight into Foggy’s eyes, see and feel them, but he could only imagine them.
Foggy desperately wanted to tear Matt’s suit off him, kiss and clutch him, run his fingers along his scars and muscles, and feel his heart beating on his chest. Sweat was leaking from every pore in his skin, he could barely take a full breath, and yet Matt just stood there in the billboard’s spotlight like an angel, highlighting a faint bruising on his jaw and his neck. The Devil with the Angel disguise.
Matthew closed the gap between them and placed his hands on either side of Foggy’s face. Their lips locked together, eyes closed, and they began to dance. It took only seconds for the tongues to be released, for hands to reach for clothing. Foggy pulled away and unbuttoned his shirt as swiftly as he could, his fingers getting tangled as he fumbled with the buttons. Meanwhile, Matt shrugged his blazer off and, to Foggy’s surprise, proceeded to yank his shirt apart viciously causing buttons to ping in every direction. Foggy’s mouth hung open as the finely chiselled abs and scar decorated chest and abdomen were revealed to him. Matt’s shirt slid slowly down his arms and joined Foggy’s on the floor in a crumpled heap – which Foggy was worried he’d turn into after feasting his eyes on Matt’s godly physique.
They clashed once more. Foggy had his hands around Matt’s waist, but he wanted to run his fingers between his abs so badly, whilst Matt clutched his face, kissing and nuzzling him. Foggy gripped Matthew tighter and tugged him towards the sofa. As one, they toppled over the arm of the couch and Matthew landed on top of Foggy with a beaming smile. All the way down, Foggy was lost in Matt’s vivid, coffee brown eyes and the golden flecks around his pupils, whilst Matt was focussed on Foggy’s every breath, every heartbeat, every muscle and bone movement.
Foggy moved his hands towards Matt’s abs and ran his fingers down the centre of them, then around each individual muscle before moving to his chest where he traced his fingertips gently across his scars. Matthew pushed himself up into a press up position so that Foggy had easier access. He closed his eyes while Foggy touched them. The skin was bumpy and wrinkled, and a faded sunset red-pink colour. There were so many, it made him feel sad, but there was definitely something sensual about them.
Foggy moved his hands to Matt’s chest muscles and began gently tracing his thumbs around his nipples. He couldn’t believe he was finally able to touch his muscles, he couldn’t believe how tough they were, but also how soft his skin was.
Matthew lowered his body a little and kissed Foggy on the forehead, nuzzled him, then moved down to his lips and bit them softy before kissing them. Suddenly, Matt pulled away and began wriggling about awkwardly. He was trying to pull his trousers off, and upon succeeding he kicked them off his feet and returned to Foggy who suddenly felt Matt’s penis becoming erect, pushing against his.
"Is this okay?" Matt asked between kisses.
"Yeah", Foggy nodded, "oh yeah", he added breathlessly.