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Title; In Which Foggy Doesn't Get It
Fandom; Marvel (Spider-Man/Daredevil)
Characters/Pairings; Peter Parker/Matt Murdock
Theme; 25. You remind me of someone
Rating; PG, at most
Canon; A couple hours after In Which Peter Gets Caught With His Pants Down
Warning(s); Two men sleep in the same bed?
Summary; Foggy doesn't think Peter and Matt being together is a good idea----for Peter's sake.
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 Also, this was totally supposed to have smut in it but it didn't fit, so the next part will be extra smutty. XD


Foggy stayed later than any of them had anticipated. Peter didn't want to leave---he'd already said he would stay---but it was awkward, listening to lawyer-speak all night, sitting in the kitchen and correcting papers. He eventually decided to just head to bed, coming back out into the living room.

"I'm gonna turn in." He leaned on the back of the couch, squeezing Matt's shoulder.

Foggy was the first one to look up, nodding. "Night."

"'Night, Pete." Just as Peter was about to pull back, Matt reached up, catching him by the chin and leaning up to kiss him firmly on the mouth. Feeling a little self conscious in front of Foggy, Peter touched Matt's cheek, kissing his forehead when he pulled back and nodding in Foggy's direction before leaving them to do their ... lawyer thing.

It wasn't the first time he'd stayed in Matt's bed. He was actually on his way to getting comfortable with it, claiming the right side of the bed as his own, wearing pajamas he'd borrowed from Matt. Intent on at least dozing off before Matt came in---and he was, until he heard his name out in the living room fifteen minutes later.

"---with Peter. Are you sure it's a good idea, Matt?"

"Yeah, I'm sure."

Peter shifted, but didn't get up. Instead, he just ... listened. Foggy sounded sympathetic, even worried, but skeptic. And Matt? Matt sounded sure of himself. Of course he did.

"What does he do?"

"Teaches. High school kids. You know, chemistry, physics, all those courses I was bad at."

"And that's it?"

"And he dotes on his aunt. He's a good guy, Foggy."

"He's a guy." It was hard to tell if Foggy was more surprised or ... or disgusted? Was that disgust? Probably just disbelief. "It's not like you have men around, Matt. It looks a little strange."

"College, Fog."

"Everyone messed around in college, but you never had a boyfriend. He said boyfriend. Is he?"

"Yeah. I like him."

"And you met him ... how?"

"A while ago at a coffee shop. Don't worry about it."

Foggy paused. Peter could practically hear the look he must have given Matt.

"...He's not dangerous, Foggy. He's nice."

"That's what scares me, Matt," Foggy said with a bit of an aggravated noise. "He's from---where? Queens? ... He's a little white boy from Queens. He teaches kids. And he's nice. You don't exactly live a happy life, Matt. No offense."

"None taken."

"He won't understand. ---Have you told him? About ... you know what?"

"He knows about Daredevil." Matt sounded just a tad agitated now. Let it go, Foggy. Peter shifted uncomfortably, feeling bad for not letting Matt tell Foggy who he was, but not bad enough to go out there and remedy it. "He's okay with it."

"But he hasn't been attacked yet. Karen was okay with it, too, until---"

"Don't. Do not bring Karen into this, Foggy. Karen and Peter aren't the same person."

"It's still a valid point, Matt---!"

"Keep your voice down," Matt snapped. "You'll wake him up."

Foggy lowered his voice, hissing something Peter couldn't hear. From there, all he could make out was muttering; he shifted, turning on his other side and cuddling up to a pillow.

Eventually, he dozed off, closing his eyes and falling into a dream about a dark courtroom and lawyers in red suits...


* * *


Peter stirred when Matt came to bed a couple hours later, waking up when Matt crawled in behind him and leaned over to kiss his cheek. Shifting, Peter squished the pillow against his head before looking up, squinting.

"Hi."

"Hey," Matt breathed, leaning down for another kiss, missing Peter's mouth and kissing his nose instead. "I like this."

"What are you talking about?" Peter drawled, nudging Matt's chin with his forehead.

"You in my bed."

"I always thought having someone else would keep you up."

"Mm. Sometimes." Another kiss, this one to Peter's forehead, resting an arm around Peter's waist. "I like having your heartbeat here."

Peter smiled to himself, reaching for Matt's hand, squeezing. Hesitating for a moment before bringing it to his mouth, kissing Matt's fingers. Matt nuzzled him in response and kissed his neck.

"Could you ... do me favor?" Matt murmured against his neck.

Peter blinked, pressing his mouth to Matt's palm. "Hm?"

"Sleep on your back?" Matt pulled back a little. Peter almost never saw Matt so ... nervous? Were those nerves? Maybe. Maybe a little embarrassment, it was hard to tell in the dark.

But Peter shifted, resting on his back and watching Matt settle down, his head on Peter's chest, right over his heart. A faint smile tugged at Peter's mouth. With Matt cuddled up to him, it was easiest to just keep an arm around him and press his nose to Matt's hair---red, but more orange than MJ's had been. Matt didn't strike Peter as the type of person to want to cuddle in bed, or who needed other people to anchor himself. He'd always seemed like such a loner. How ironic.