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Title; In Which Peter Is Confused
Fandom; Marvel (Spider-Man/Daredevil)
Characters/Pairings; Peter Parker/Matt Murdock
Theme; 08. I'm Cruel
Rating; PG-13, maybe
Canon; Some time after In Which Peter Is Coping
Warning(s); Mention of gay sex, use of derogatory language
Summary; Peter wakes up the morning after something he doesn't fully remember.

It had been a long, hard night.

It had just ... kind of happened. It wasn't supposed to happen. Things had just gotten out of control. He just needed to start from the beginning, think the night through, and he'd end up with a good reason as to why he was ... in Matt's bed.

Beer. There had been beer. Enough for Peter to get a bit buzzed; he must have had a lot, but he couldn't remember Matt drinking much at all. So. Beer. Couch. Some movie, he couldn't remember which one, just that he'd been quietly telling Matt what was happening during the non-verbal scenes. So good so far. Matt leaning over; he'd been tired. Peter had let him rest against his shoulder. Nothing strange about that.

Peter rubbed his eyes, turning onto his shoulder. What the hell had happened next? He groaned softly, feeling unusually stiff -- and a little sore. A little sweaty, but maybe they'd gone out on patrol again or---

---Oh. Oh, right. Matt's mouth on his neck, on his own mouth. It was blurry from then, but Peter distinctly remembered Matt's hand between his legs -- and Matt against his thigh.

Holy Mary, Mother of Jesus.

Peter would like to assure himself that it didn't go much further, but, well ... it was safe to say he wouldn't walk the same after that. Turning back over, he saw that Matt had his back to him -- probably awake, he was always awake. They'd been ... kind of flirting for a while, but he hadn't expected Matt to take him seriously, and Peter ... hell, there was no way Peter would have admitted out loud to being attracted to Matt when he had just barely admitted it to himself. Maybe that was why he'd let this happen.

Still, Matt looked like he was sleeping and peaceful, and Peter ... had to appreciate that. Smile a little bit.

And then he looked up at the clock.

"Crap----!" Bolting out of bed, Peter vaguely heard Matt grunt in surprise, roll over while Peter tried to remember where the hell his clothes were. (He was naked. He was naked in Matt's bed holycrapwhatexactlyhadhappened?) "Crap. Crap crap---Matt, have you seen my pants?"

"Seen your----Peter, I never see anything," Matt drawled, sounding a little dazed and confused. Like he wasn't sure why Peter was in his room in the first place. Hn.

"Right. Whatever. Stupid question."

"The hell are you rushing...?"

"Work!" And he was late. He was going to be really late. Finally finding his underwear, he pulled them on -- grimacing. That did not feel good. He didn't even want to think about it; there wasn't time to process. Dressing as he found his clothes, Peter only stopped when Matt spoke up again, sounding less confused and more awake.

"Pete, hold up."

"What?"

"About... you know."

Peter paused, forgetting work for a second to look back over. Matt looks ... different, half sitting up in bed, in desperate need of a shower, hair sticking up. The blanket was up to his chest, but Peter knew what was under it, and thinking about what that meant made him swallow hard.

"Yeah? What about it? It, um ... it was a surprise. Don't sweat it." Peter tried to smile reassuringly, forgetting that Matt won't see it.

"Oh." Matt cleared his throat. "Okay." Like he'd expected Peter to ... flip out a little bit more. "So I'll see you again tonight, right?" It was a totally normal question for them to ask each other regardless, but there's added weight to it now.

"Matt, you never see anything," Peter quipped. "But sure." Pausing for a moment, he moved back over to the bed, leaning over to kiss Matt --- totally on impulse, but after last night, a kiss was nothing, right?

---Apparently, he was wrong. Matt turned his face away at the last second, leaving Peter to press his mouth to his hair.

"Come on, Pete. Don't be queer."

Peter recoiled like he'd been burned, frowning. But he was late for work, there wasn't time to bring up ... hello, who was touching who last night, jackass?

But he decided not to answer. Because he was late for work.

...Right.




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