ofthespider

Title; In Which Matt Is Awake And Peter Is Breathing
Fandom; Marvel (Spider-Man/Daredevil)
Characters/Pairings; Peter Parker/Matt Murdock
Theme; 14. I'm Awake And You're Breathing
Rating; R/NC-17
Canon; In the timeline of 'Philosophies' and 'Apologizes'
Warning(s); Gay sex. Oddly, there are no swear words. XD
Summary; Matt wakes up in the middle of the night and decides to feel up Peter. In a sexy way.


Peter may have slept badly, but at least he slept. Matt envied that; at least Peter could sleep without pills or meditation. On the nights when Peter stayed over, Matt tended to wake up at some point and just ... listen to him, before meditating himself back into a passable slumber.

It was ... amazing, how quickly Peter healed. To anyone else, there was no way to tell how badly he'd been injured. The bruises were gone, cuts healed over, and it was miraculous. It was a rare night, Matt noted, when Peter was healed and sleeping well, like he was now. Not tossing or turning or muttering like he usually did. Sound asleep when Matt was awake, and there was something about such peace that drew Matt in, prompting him to shift closer, press his face to Peter's neck and slide a hand up his undershirt. The action itself wasn't all that sexual; it was more intimate, wanting to touch Peter's skin instead of his shirt, tracing his fingers over scars Peter couldn't feel, much less see. New skin where the cuts had healed over, without the same wear and tear as the rest.

It was probably wrong to be touching Peter like this in his sleep, but Matt was gentle, more affectionate than aggressive, unintentionally intoxicated by the invisible scars, the scent of cheap soap and shampoo and lycra that should have smelled horrible but had a way of luring him in anyway. The Spider-Man smell, the way Peter breathed and his heart beat when he was so completely relaxed. So Matt kissed his neck and shoulder, burying his nose in Peter's hair while his hand wandered over Peter's chest, slowly, so as not to wake him.

Eventually, Peter stirred, groaning softly to protest being awoken -- and instead of deterring Matt, it seemed to encourage him, rubbing circles into Peter's stomach and kissing his ear, breathing, "Hey."

"Hey, what?" Peter mumbled, shifting under Matt's hand. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing." Matt's hand worked its way down Peter's stomach to his hip, still rubbing in slow circles while he nuzzled Peter's shoulder. He probably should have stopped, gotten some sleep and let Peter doze off again, but he couldn't seem to stop touching. "Relax."

"Why, so you can molest me in my sleep?" Peter was half awake, but he sounded amused, even like he was grinning.

"Tch, I'm not molesting you..." Even as he said it, his hand slipped between Peter's legs, holding him almost possessively, squeezing as if checking to see if he was hard or not.

Peter grunted lightly when he shifted against Matt, cradled between his lap and hand. "You are so. Hn. Do that again, that feels good."

Matt snickered, giving Peter another gentle squeeze and caressing him through his boxers, grinning when it earned him another satisfied noise. "You can't molest the willing, Pete. I think you like it."

"I'm tired. Come on. Stop it, or you'll get a hard on and then I have to actually do something about it." Peter reached up and pulled a pillow down, one hand underneath the pillow and cradling his head.

"But you don't mind if you have a hard on and I do something about it?" Matt was trying to be indignant, but he was too busy planting sucking kisses on Peter's neck, still touching him and groaning quietly when Peter sucked in a breath.

"Hn. Of course not. You started it. You're the one who---ngh." Peter hissed, tipping his head back with a moan when Matt stroked him harder, taken by surprise before he breathed, "The one who decided to go all blind ninja on me in my sleep. I'm serious, Matt, I'm not awake enough to get you off. Come on."

Matt bit Peter's ear in response, sucking on the shell and whispering, "Too late," making Peter shudder before Matt was pulling him back flush against his hips, erection pressing against Peter's back.

Peter groaned, out of arousal and -- honestly -- discontent. He liked Matt, liked sleeping with him, but it was ... what, two in the morning? And he'd actually been asleep; he was tired and while he appreciated getting attention, it was a bit much to wake him up and expect---

Matt must have felt Peter tense up, because he kissed the back of the other man's neck -- and pulled his hand away from Peter altogether, making Peter ... pause. When he opened his mouth to start to say something, Matt bit him again, murmuring, "Tsst. I'll take care of it. Keep your pants on." Grinning at his own quip, Matt pushed his hand between his own legs, under his sweats, still pressing against Peter's back so he could feel Matt touching himself.

"Matt---"

"Hush." Matt pressed his mouth to Peter's neck, still up close to Peter as he stroked his own erection, biting the other man and nudging him when Peter tried to look around. Groaning against Peter's skin, Matt could hear Peter's heart racing, could hear him swallow hard before he breathed raggedly, and it did nothing but turn him on.

Switching hands, Matt used his now-free hand to push up Peter's shirt and shove down his boxers, almost desperate even if his hand managed not to slip. Peter shifted, as if he expected something painful, but Matt held his hips in place even as he pushed down his own sweats -- just in time to come on the small of Peter's back, warmth on his skin, some of it ending up on his hip and ass.

Surprisingly, that seemed to be exactly what Matt wanted. Shifting down, he lowered his mouth to Peter's hip, dragging his tongue along Peter's skin until he was using his tongue to clean his own come -- as if it had been his plan the whole time. Peter half sat up now, leaning on his elbow as he twisted around to watch Matt, who seemed perfectly content to clean up after himself.

Feeling Peter move, Matt grinned, pressing his hand between Peter's legs again and murmuring, "There we go."

"You crazy bastard," Peter breathed, groaning sharply when Matt squeezed, complying as he was pushed down onto his back, only protesting when Matt pulled his boxers down with, "You don't have to---"

"But I want to," Matt informed him quietly, using him mouth to find his way from Peter's hip to his erection. Kissing the head, he added, idly, "Unless you have a problem with me sucking your cock."

"No," he protested, a little too quickly. "No, not really."

"Good." It was odd, maybe, that Matt actually ... liked going down on Peter. He didn't love Peter, but he certainly cared, and it was far more intimate to Matt than anyone else could really understand. He could hear everything, feel the blood rushing through him; even Peter's pulse was there, pressed against his tongue while Matt took him into his mouth -- coupled with Peter's hand in his hair, the pulse in his hand pressed to Matt's skin. It took Peter longer to come, but Matt didn't seem to mind taking the time, or letting Peter come into his mouth, swallowing and running his tongue over his lips before he tugged Peter's boxers back up. There was a lot going on there that Peter just ... didn't get. Why Matt would do that so willingly, for one, but he wasn't complaining or asking questions. Perhaps if he asked, Matt would tell him how fascinating he was, groaning and pressing into Matt's mouth, saying Matt's name as if he might cry. Tired, but sensual, innocent when they both knew he was anything but, putting all his trust in one place by letting Matt touch him so intimately.

Almost reverently kissing Peter's stomach, Matt pulled his shirt back down, too, before resting his head there. "You can go back to sleep now," Matt murmured, sounding content and slightly arrogant.

Peter laughed helplessly, smoothing back Matt's hair and feeling more tired now than he had been before. "If you say so, I guess I will," he muttered, already closing his eyes and drifting back off. "You're good at that; you make me look bad."

"Go to sleep, Peter. I can never tell how you look, anyway."

"Ha ha."

"Shh." Matt nuzzled his stomach, groaning. "Seriously, go to sleep. You can pay me back some other time."