[ stephen fits at columbia university like a hand in glove. he's new money in the making, the clothes in his closet turning over at an almost unreasonable clip, his bedsheets luxuriously soft. he also dates a lot, which one might expect from a decent-looking guy who also happens to be a dick tearing his way through med school at breakneck speed.
his latest conquest, who probably wouldn't stick around too long if stephen leaned too heavily on the word conquest: matt murdock, law student, dangerously pretty. blind, too, which meant stephen had to rely on his terrible personality rather than his good looks to finally needle him into a night on the town. and that night had led to another night, and another, and another.
he doesn't have any pretenses about how long it'll last - there's a softness to matt that stephen finds quaint, unexpected and golden. but he likes it anyway, likes him, is willing to ride this one out. if only to enjoy that smile a little while longer. plus the sex is, honestly, top-shelf.
tonight's a rare night off, though he has midterms soon. stephen's hanging up as he finishes a takeout order: chinese food, to arrive in an hour. ]
I did. One of those non-toxic, biodegradable, yadda yadda yadda ...
[ he leans against the side of a cabinet for a moment just to smirk across the room at matt. and even though matt can't see it there's a smirk in his voice: ]
I can't help but notice you've been staying over long enough to notice.
Well, I keep saying you can come to my place, but neither you nor Foggy seem to like that idea.
[ Matt laughs and sits up, hair a little askew from the pillow. His head tilts a bit as he gazes in Stephen’s direction. ]
Anyway, I can’t help but notice that you’re over there instead of over here.
[ He raises his eyebrows and his mouth turns up into a smile. This, he thinks, is much better than the blind ninja life. School and romantic flings and all that stuff that comes with just being normal. ]
Your friend thinks I'm an asshole. Can't imagine why.
[ the answer is because stephen is a dick. he can't blame foggy for thinking he's ill-intentioned - stephen is shallow enough to balk at the prospect of a relationship with someone who wasn't the picture of normativity. but there's something he likes about matt murdock, more than anyone else in his address book. gun to his head, he can't define it.
the great ass helps, though. as does that smile. and that thing he does with his tongue where suddenly stephen can see it.
he lets out a soft amused huff and makes his way over to the bed. he leans down over where matt is seated, touching a hand to his face and leaning in. ]
You're almost a lawyer. You should make a case on my behalf. [ defend my nonexistent honor to your friend, matt. it could be fun! ]
[ It's Matt's turn to puff out a laugh. He turns his cheek to Stephen's hand, leaning into the touch with a smile. Stephen Strange may be a Grade A Asshole, but hell if Matt isn't smitten over him.
College flings are allowed to make you a little stupid, right? ]
I'm flattered you think I'm good enough already to plead your case.
[ Matt tips his head enough to press a kiss to the heel of Stephen's palm. ]
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his latest conquest, who probably wouldn't stick around too long if stephen leaned too heavily on the word conquest: matt murdock, law student, dangerously pretty. blind, too, which meant stephen had to rely on his terrible personality rather than his good looks to finally needle him into a night on the town. and that night had led to another night, and another, and another.
he doesn't have any pretenses about how long it'll last - there's a softness to matt that stephen finds quaint, unexpected and golden. but he likes it anyway, likes him, is willing to ride this one out. if only to enjoy that smile a little while longer. plus the sex is, honestly, top-shelf.
tonight's a rare night off, though he has midterms soon. stephen's hanging up as he finishes a takeout order: chinese food, to arrive in an hour. ]
I did. One of those non-toxic, biodegradable, yadda yadda yadda ...
[ he leans against the side of a cabinet for a moment just to smirk across the room at matt. and even though matt can't see it there's a smirk in his voice: ]
I can't help but notice you've been staying over long enough to notice.
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[ Matt laughs and sits up, hair a little askew from the pillow. His head tilts a bit as he gazes in Stephen’s direction. ]
Anyway, I can’t help but notice that you’re over there instead of over here.
[ He raises his eyebrows and his mouth turns up into a smile. This, he thinks, is much better than the blind ninja life. School and romantic flings and all that stuff that comes with just being normal. ]
We can work up an appetite.
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[ the answer is because stephen is a dick. he can't blame foggy for thinking he's ill-intentioned - stephen is shallow enough to balk at the prospect of a relationship with someone who wasn't the picture of normativity. but there's something he likes about matt murdock, more than anyone else in his address book. gun to his head, he can't define it.
the great ass helps, though. as does that smile. and that thing he does with his tongue where suddenly stephen can see it.
he lets out a soft amused huff and makes his way over to the bed. he leans down over where matt is seated, touching a hand to his face and leaning in. ]
You're almost a lawyer. You should make a case on my behalf. [ defend my nonexistent honor to your friend, matt. it could be fun! ]
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College flings are allowed to make you a little stupid, right? ]
I'm flattered you think I'm good enough already to plead your case.
[ Matt tips his head enough to press a kiss to the heel of Stephen's palm. ]