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Title; In Which Peter Gets Caught With His Pants Down
Fandom; Marvel (Spider-Man/Daredevil)
Characters/Pairings; Peter Parker/Matt Murdock
Theme; 4. I Need To Want You
Rating; R
Canon; About a week after In Which Peter Is Decidedly Indecisive
Warning(s); Nudity and sexual situations.
Summary; Matt and Peter hash it out over whether or not they're together, what's really going on, and Peter realizes why Matt's coming on so strong. Foggy!cameo at the end.
Notes; All this is turning into one storyline, so there's a little index here underneath the table if you'd rather read in order. :D


Matt had taken to waiting for Peter, when he had time, to get out of work. Inviting him over. Just to hang out, to do their work together. He was spending more and more time with Peter, wearing him down. Getting him comfortable with the idea of being with Matt.

Peter knew it. Peter was fully aware and just ... let it happen. He'd decided he liked having Matt around when he graded papers, liked having someone there to joke with when kids came up with ridiculous answers, or listening to Matt describe some of his weirder clients. Not that Matt would ever call them weird. He seemed to honestly love his work---and Peter had to admire that, too.

And sometimes, they'd forget about work altogether, ordered dinner, and put on a movie, when the news didn't turn up some big problem that needed their immediate attention. Other times, they'd put on a movie, Matt would rapidly lose interest, push down Peter's slacks and crawl between his legs.

Like ... tonight, for example.

Still idly listening to the movie, laid back against the arm of the couch, Peter had his eyes closed. With Matt, there was never any pressure to maintain eye contact, and he felt comfortable. And relaxed. Matt was stretched out easily on the rest off the couch, lazily moving his mouth along the length of Peter's cock, affectionate as a hand in his hair or a backrub. He seemed to genuinely like going down on Peter, and Peter wasn't going to complain about this one.

He gently sifted his fingers through Matt's hair, careful not to let his skin snag. Touched his forehead, ran a finger down his cheek. Matt was slow, kissing up the side, sometimes taking Peter into his mouth for a few long, languid moment before going back to brushing his lips over Peter's skin.

They were silent, up until Matt said, "I've never heard your heartbeat this calm before." Pressing a long, sucking kiss to the underside of Peter's cock, he added, "When you were awake, I mean."

"Feels good," Peter muttered, taking in a deep breath and affectionately scratching the back of Matt's neck.

"I know. I can hear it." Matt grinned, nuzzling gently before running his tongue over the head. "Stay with me tonight."

"Hm?"

"Stay here." Another lick. "With me. Tonight." Another kiss, short and affectionate. "You can borrow my pajamas ... use my shower ..." He was taking advantage of Peter's relaxation, gently easing down his slacks.

Peter shifted. "I should probably head home."

Matt sighed, pressing his face to Peter's stomach so he could groan. "Why not?"

"Because."

"It's Friday."

"I have work."

"You're doing it again."

"Doing what?"

"That thing you do where you let me touch you, you get a hard-on, and then you wonder if you're gay."

"I am not."

"I'm a human lie detector."

"...Fair enough." Peter pushed Matt off, standing and tugging his pants back up.

Matt made a disgruntled noise, reluctantly pulling himself to stand. "God damn it, Peter. Make up your mind."

Peter flinched, looking back, surprised at the suddent hostility. "What?"

"Stop being such a pussy about this. You keep coming back, so be here."

"Excuse me?"

Matt grabbed the front of Peter's shirt, tugging him in to make his point. "Stay or go. You leave, you don't come back, because you're staring to piss me off."

Peter pulled back, pushing Matt away a few steps. "The hell did that come from? Jesus Christ, Matt." A moment ago, he'd been so calm, and now he looked like he was going to slug Peter or something. Mood swings much? But Matt had a point, and Peter hesitated before forcing himself to make a decision, eventually saying, a little reluctantly, "I'll stay. Damn, dude, chill out."

That was when Matt grabbed him, kissing him so hard Peter's mouth ached, shoving his hand into Peter's slacks and massaging roughly. He bit at Peter's neck, using his other hand to tear at his shirt. Peter grunted, tugging off his tie and pulling his shirt off, deciding he was attracted to Matt. And apparently willing to fuck him, throwing aside the top half of the spider suit and pressing into Matt's hand. Matt groaned into Peter's neck, moving his hand away only to let Peter tear off his own shirt, nearly ripping his undershirt before deft hands dropped to Matt's belt.

And then, Matt pulled back, shoving Peter away when he tried to follow. He was breathing hard, and it was obvious he was hard, leaving Peter to wonder why the hell he'd been pushed away.

"What---"

"I need a shower." Like he hadn't just been all over Peter, Matt stalked off to the bathroom, shedding the rest of his clothes on the way. Peter watched him leave, dazed and dumbfounded. What the...?

Peter just stood there at first, catching his breath, running a hand through his hair and closing his eyes. He could hear the shower running, the sound of the curtain closing while he idly picked his clothes up off the floor, feeling appropriately ridiculous. Matt must have thought he was insane or ... or bipolar or something, flip flopping like that. But he'd said he would stay, and he'd meant it.

But what the hell was with that, feeling him up and ditching him like that? The hell, Matt? Just for that, he was going to sit right here and finish the movie. All night. ...Without his shirt on. And his pants half off.

...Yeah.

Peter made a face before kicking off his pants, wrapping it around his other clothes in a ball and tugging off the bottom half of his suit. He really shouldn't wear it all the time, he decided. He'd get a rash one of these days. Spandex rash from the webbing on the suit. Nasty stuff.

Maybe it was a boring movie. Maybe he was looking too closely at the hero's ass. Maybe it was because he was curled up on the couch in his underwear with a hard on that wouldn't go away, but Peter didn't last very long before getting up and heading for the bathroom. To use the toilet, of course.

He knocked on the door frame. "Hey."

"Hey what?"

Peter flinched. "I need to pee."

"So use the toilet, it's right there. I won't look." It was said utterly without humor, and Peter felt bad for laughing.

Instead, he just did his business, trying to ignore the sounds of Matt in the shower, grunting lightly when he hit a fading bruise or a healing wound. Peter wasn't really paying attention to anything else, painfully aware that he was naked a few feet away from a naked, wet Matt Murdock. Peter heard him sigh, thinking of Matt's mouth and hands and shoulders and---

"Are you coming in here or not?" Now Matt sounded a little amused.

Peter shook his head, making a face. "What?"

"I can hear your heartbeat, Peter."

Peter swallowed hard, weighing his options for about half a second before kicking his underwear aside and stepping into the shower.

Matt turned to face him, reaching over and pulling Peter under the spray, grinning, before leaning in to kiss him, firm and affectionate. Peter vaguely remembered something Matt had told him about rain, how it made it seem like he could see again and had to imagine that the shower was the same. He had to pull back to breathe, appreciating the idea of being under the spray for Matt (and for himself, the water was warm) but finding it hard to inhale with water going up his nose---resulting in breathy, open-mouthed kisses.

The affection from earlier was still there, and Matt seemed content to kiss him, cradling the back of Peter's neck with large, rough hands. With nothing to cling to, Peter ran his hands up Matt's sides, over his scars and healing scrapes and bruises.

Kissing Matt's shoulder, Peter rested his forehead there, just pressing against him for a moment while Matt brought up a hand to slide into Peter's hair. "I'm sorry," he blurted. "For being such a pain about this. I just don't---"

"Shh. It's all right." Matt kissed his ear, nuzzling gently. "I understand."

Peter swallowed hard, squeezing his eyes shut and hugging Matt tightly. "I miss my wife," he breathed, burying his face in Matt's neck. "It's hard to accept all this when she's still out there, and I keep hoping she'll come home. ---I know MJ, I know she won't, and..." Peter felt stupid and vulnerable, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from crying on Matt. That would be worse. His stomach turned in what Peter could only think of as homesickness, liking the way Matt felt up against him but wishing it were Mary Jane instead.

Matt was silent, gently kissing Peter's cheek and hair. Letting him be upset for a few long, quiet minutes before admitting, "I need you, Peter. I ... I miss Karen."

Peter pressed his mouth to Matt's neck in a still kiss, digesting what Matt had said. And ... understanding why Matt devoted so much of his time to getting close to Peter.

They needed each other. Matt responded to being alone by clinging; Peter isolated himself and only got more lonely. At least Matt had something else to think about.

It wasn't exactly what Peter had imagined stepping into that shower. He'd expected to be pressed up against the wall by now, expected Matt to be kissing him, reaching between his legs. But now, Matt was just holding him, covering his head like he could protect Peter from ... something. From whatever was out there. They stayed there until Matt kissed his forehead and pulled away, smoothing back his hair.

"Take a shower," he murmured. "I need to go do something."

"Hm? What?" Peter didn't want him to pull back, moving forward a little as Matt backed away, stopped when Matt held his face in his hands---and Peter would swear Matt was looking at him.

"I'll be right out there. Take your time." With that, Matt stepped out of the shower, reaching for his towel. Peter listened to him go, turning up the heat on the shower when the footsteps faded and taking his time, making liberal use of Matt's soap and shampoo until he felt clean.

Turning off the water when he was done, Peter groped around for a spare towel, half drying his hair before securing it around his waist and wandering back out to the living room.

"You know, if we're going to make a habit of this, we should probably start using condoms... ---Oh." Peter stopped when he realized Matt wasn't ... the only one in the living room. Oops.

It was a man Peter had seen before, at least once, but couldn't quite recognize. Shorter than Matt and on the heavyset side, the look he gave Peter could only be described as confused and slightly horrified. At first they just stared at each other, until Matt cleared his throat.

"Um. Foggy, this is Peter." Matt looked embarrassed---or maybe smug. Hard to tell. "This is my..."

"Boyfriend," Peter added, feeling his face turn a little red at the admission.

"...Oh." Foggy eyed him critically, looking him up and down (and clearly not appreciating his state of undress). "Could've used a little warning."

Peter made a face. "That makes two of us. I'm going to go ... put on some pants. Don't let me bother you while you ... lawyer. You're a lawyer, right? You're not going to sue me for indecent exposure, are you?"

Foggy laughed. "If I did, I'd have to sue every girl I've ever caught Matt sleeping with." Peter winced at the word 'caught'. Like it was a bad thing. The laughter died and Foggy cleared his throat. "Please. Go. Pants."

Peter nodded, stepping further into the living room, painfully aware of Foggy's eyes on him as he reached over to grab his clothes before retreating to Matt's bedroom.

That could have gone so much better. At least when Aunt May caught Matt, he was clothed.




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