ofthespider

Title; In Which Matt Has Bad Timing
Fandom; Marvel (Spider-Man/Daredevil)
Characters/Pairings; Peter Parker/Matt Murdock
Theme; 02. I was wrong about you
Rating; PG-13 at best
Canon; The same day as In Which Peter Is Confused
Warning(s); Men kiss in this one. GASP.
Summary; Matt shows up at the school where Peter teaches and tells him, in no uncertain terms ... well, you'll see. Also, this is a seriously liberal use of prompt right here. You can see it if you, like ... squint.

Work was awkward. Not because anything went particularly wrong (which it didn't), but the night before had him a bit shaken. But work was work, and it was easy to just work and not think about it. He was teaching a section of Biology this year, and he had to pay attention; Peter was qualified, of course, but it wasn't his forte.

He was back in his element by the end of the day, back in the chemistry labs and watching kids try not to kill themselves on the burners. That was what he was really there for; teaching came secondary to keeping his students alive, and after one of them nearly set his sleeve on fire, Peter was more wary than ever.

He was more at ease when he packed up to leave. He hadn't forgotten that morning, but the sick, uncomfortable feeling was mostly gone. Things were going to go back to normal, because ... well. Peter had told Matt they'd see each other again tonight, and he didn't lie if he could help it.

That doesn't stop him from wondering if he wants to go back, because he couldn't shake the feeling that something was ... off. Peter just shoved it to the back of his mind. He'd deal with it later.

---Or not.

Karma had it out for him. Peter nearly ran right in to none other than Matt freakin' Murdock walking out of the building. Bizarre. Peter blames his spider senses for not being on their game; even the students were avoiding the strange blind man standing in front of the building---well, avoiding getting in his way but hanging around to watch.

"Uh. Hi." Peter looked up at him, moving back a step. He didn't like looking up at Matt, but Peter looked up at most other superheroes. (What, was there some kind of rule? You must be at least six feet tall to wear spandex and have a retarded superhero name? What the hell?)

"Hi." Matt pushed up his glasses, clearly not at his most comfortable.

"What..." He can't think of a question that isn't rude. What are you doing in Queens? What the hell are you doing standing in the middle of everything? What's going on? And now the kids were staring. Great.

"We need to talk."

"Right here?" Come on, Matt. Location location location.

"I didn't feel like waiting for you." Matt didn't seem to mind the staring. Of course not. He was blind, damn it.

"Well, thanks." Still staring. Point, please? "Should we go somewhere, you know ... private?" Even as he said it, he turned to shoo kids away. Not that they listened for more than a few seconds.

"What, afraid to have an adult conversation in front of virgin ears?" Matt smirked, taking a step forward, uncomfortably close. Peter just rolled his eyes, took another step back.

"Exactly that. Come on, my classroom's empty."

It must have looked strange, and Peter felt a little uncomfortable with Matt's hand on his shoulder the whole way. But he was blind, they understood. Closing the door behind them, Peter locked it, watching Matt's face as he breathed in the chemical and chalk smells of the room, scrunching his nose.

"So."

"So," Matt repeated. "About last night."

Peter shifted his weight from one foot to the other. "What about it?"

"I thought about it."

"Clearly."

"I want it to happen again."

Peter hesitated, moving around to clear up some equipment. "Who says I want it to happen again?"

Matt stopped, looking temporarily crestfallen----and then that annoying smirk, the one that said Matt knew more about you than you did. "You don't mean that."

"But what if I did?"

"You don't. I can hear it."

"That's what you said last night."

"No, actually, I said I would---"

"---feel it." And boy, did Matt feel it. "What about this morning?"

That made Matt hesitated, before approaching Peter with accuracy no blind man should have, taking his wrist. "I ... it's complicated."

Peter frowned. "Sure it was. You fucked me and then decided that a goodbye kiss was queer. Yeah. I can totally see the complications there."

"Look. Peter." Matt made a sound of frustration, grinding his teeth. "Let me make it up to you." Looked like Peter wasn't getting an explanation. Instead, he was getting backed up against the table, Matt leaning on his hands on either side of Peter's hips, the cane momentarily set aside.

Peter glanced at the door, through the filmy plastic window. Just to make sure no one was watching. "Like how?"

"We ... can ... ---We'll grab dinner. Let me buy you dinner, we'll get a pizza or something."

"What, as opposed to the clearly aphrodisiac Chinese food from last night?" He slept with Matt Murdock. Peter was still getting used to that.

"God damn it, Peter, do you have to be such a pain in the ass about this?" Peter opened his mouth to reply, but Matt had already leaned in, twisting a hand in Peter's hair before kissing him solidly on the mouth. Anything to make Peter shut up.

Short of crawling up on the table, Peter really didn't have anywhere to go, and after a sound of protest and a moment of aggravation, Peter grabbed the front of Matt's shirt and just decided to kiss him back. Matt groaned, stepping in rather than pulling Peter forward, leaving him no room to move between Matt's body and the table. Peter insistently pushing his tongue past Matt's lips is met with another expressive little groan, Matt gratefully sucking. Like it was a sign that Peter was going to stop being such a pain about the whole thing. And then there was that well-placed hand on the inside of Peter's thigh, dangerously close to sliding up----

A knock at the door startled the both of them----though Peter was the only one to pull back, Matt leaning forward and kissing Peter's neck like he didn't give a damn until Peter pushed him back. Students. Of course. After school kids. He didn't have anything scheduled, so it couldn't be more than a quick question.

Well. Except for the fact that Lance Milligan and his friends on the football team were all crammed at the window to get a look at their chemistry teacher tonguing some blind guy.

Great.




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