Frank's right about that, at least. He'll let the bad day comment slide, if only to avoid an unnecessary fight when they're in good moods.
"Fisk isn't going to be happy," he says. He doesn't really give a shit if Fisk is happy or not, but he's aware he opened a new can of worms for himself - and Frank - by putting on the suit again. "We, uh, had a talk after his election."
"When is he ever?" he counters, though thinking of Wilson Fisk after he just fucked his sort-of boyfriend (ugh) is the last thing he wants. Still, it's inevitable. The man is like a tumor attached to the city permanently.
The mention that Matt spoke with him though is intriguing and Frank rolls up his towel to rest around his shoulders before he asks: "How'd that go?"
Frank does his part in flopping his naked ass down onto Matt's soft bed, getting comfortable back against the pillows. He hasn't slept all night and it's morning now, so he's definitely due for a nap. He's got a nice view right now though so he's not letting his eyes close yet, gaze fixed Matt's body from his perch.
"Ha, yeah. Piece of shit," he says with a dismissive scoff. "A criminal stuffed in a suit with his own mask on. You'd think people would've seen right through it."
Most most people are actually idiots.
"You're not alone," he confirms, sitting up a little straighter. "Not this time. Not when my shit got dragged into this somehow too."
"That's what I love about you, Frank, you're always there when I need you."
He adjusts his alarm to go off a little later than usual, then he slides into bed as well. Matt sighs as he settles in, reaching over to run his fingers along Frank's thigh.
"There's still time to go again, you know" he says, after a moment, unable to contain his smirk.
There is no way that Matt can miss the sudden flutter and rising heartrate that hits the moment Matt's words register, and not because he's suggesting another round. Maybe it was an insignificant and real moment for Matt, something honest, but it slips through and hits Frank's nerve endings like wildfire.
It's an instantaneous reaction, one he can't even consciously process at first, but once he does he feels panic rise in his chest. He tamps it down though, knowing Matt can feel even that much, and tries to aim for the other statement:
"Yeah. I knew it... already looking for more." A jest that comes out a little awkward, Frank trying desperately not to make this a big deal as his body betrays his efforts.
Frank's right, though, Matt catches everything that Frank's trying to hide. They're too close for Matt to miss it, Matt too focused on Frank to even pretend he might be mistaking something. And he respects Frank too much to feign ignorance.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to ..." Didn't mean to what? When has Frank ever been the Prudish or nervous type? "Is everything okay?"
Saying everything is fine would be a lie that Frank would get caught in immediately because he knows there is no point in lying to Matt either, so he doesn't. Matt doesn't even realize what he said so maybe it didn't actually mean anything after all and Frank needs to fucking chill.
"You just caught me off guard," he admits after a moment of silence, his hand reaching for Matt's on his leg to grasp because he doesn't want to ruin the moment otherwise. His thumb brushes over bruised knuckles restlessly. "Never heard you say that."
Obviously not that he wants more sex. He's heard that plenty.
Frank grumbles a low sound of annoyance because leave it to Murdock to deflect when push comes to shove, but it only further proves that yeah, maybe Frank is overreacting. Triggered doesn't even begin to cover it.
He tugs on Matt's hand and thus his arm to pull him down closer again.
"Just forget it," he decides, choosing to also deflect this time around. "We were having a good moment."
He should know by now that there's no way Matt's going to just forget it, but Frank's right, they were having a good time. It's just that Matt's top skill is ruining good moments.
Matt lets himself be tugged down, taking Frank's hand and absently winding their fingers together.
"I bet you're cute when you get flustered like that."
It's tempting to push and prod, but deep down inside, Frank knows he's had it down bad for a while now too. They're utterly lying to themselves if they claim otherwise, and while he hadn't ever wanted to fall for anyone else after Maria, this shit just... happens. As if they haven't been "together" for years. As if they're not a real item even if they refuse to label it.
They're naked in bed together holding fucking hands.
"Shut up," he sighs, kicking him playfully before tugging him even closer by the hand, scooting over too so he can lean in and kiss him. "And yeah, maybe I do like the validation."
Frank rolls on top easily, liking when Matt wants him close like this, and it's not often they get to just lounge around in bed together. Frank leans down to rub his scruffy cheek against Matt's on purpose, just to let him feel the stubble.
"I thought you'd like it," he says before kissing his neck instead. "Still enough to grab onto just for you."
Matt does to touch and feel, largely in part due to being blind but he likes the intimacy and comfort that can come with touching another person, casually or otherwise.
"Guess that conversation the other night woke both of us up," he murmurs, walking his fingers along Frank's shoulders to find the familiar lines of muscle and scars.
Frank leans more of his weight on top of Matt but with the position he shifts to get between his legs too. The fingers on his shoulders are nice and Frank hums, taking a deep breath.
"I guess so," he admits quietly, lips pressing to Matt's jaw. "But I like this. Like this side of you. All of it."
Matt likes all of Frank, too, but he has a soft spot for this side of Frank. This is the side he tried to tell the world about all those years ago, when Frank was on trial and Matt's ego made him think he was invincible.
"You might be the first person in the world to like all of me," he says, hitching one of his legs around Frank to keep him pressed close.
It means a lot to Frank, all joking aside, because at the end of the day, Matt sees him for everything he is too. They work because they embrace it all, even when they fight, but they keep coming back together anyway.
"I'll take it," he says softly as he kisses back to Matt's mouth, angling his hips to grind slowly down onto him. "I haven't seen you this fucking happy in a year."
Matt hasn't really had a reason to be happy. There's a sharp twist of guilt inside him that he's happy at all, let alone happy because he suited up again, and he's glad for the easy distraction of Frank's mouth and the friction of Frank's hips.
"Mm, you must bring it out in me."
He presses up against Frank, encouraging the slide of skin-on-skin contact.
It's good. Matt deserves happiness. Frank isn't one to tell him to move on because it's barely been a year and he'd win the hypocrite of the year award, but he wants Matt to use this pain to his advantage, while not losing who he is in the process. It's a delicate balance and one he can only try to help him maintain.
He squeezes one of Matt's thighs and urges him to draw it up against him. This is so different from the rushed intensity of the shower but just as good.
"You sayin' I make you happy?" he lets out a soft breath, amused, but fond. "You're getting real soft on me, Red."
As if Frank isn't. As if Frank hasn't always been the more sentimental of the two of them. Matt squeezes Frank's hips with his thighs, exhaling an easy and contented breath.
It's easier to talk about it without talking about... it. Even if a casual use of the L-word was enough to send him into a minor panic, Frank recognizes the truth in their reality, and that they're kidding themselves if they think this isn't close to that. Ugh. Something to think about later, on his own, when he can brood without it being overheard.
For now, he wants to kiss his something-of-a-boyfriend and grind into him some more, fingers digging into some of the bruises he started leaving before.
"Yeah, I am. When's it my turn huh?" he teases, clearly not minding though since they both get something out of this. Frank kisses him again, briefly this time. "Where's your shit?" The... lube. He means the lube.
Matt doesn't have to ask for clarification, gesturing vaguely to the nightstand.
"Stay the night and maybe I'll make you a fancy coffee in the morning," he teases back, releasing Frank from his thighs so he can move and get what he needs.
He's quick about leaning over to grab it, curious about the fact that Matt still kept some for himself even without them being in touch. Not that Frank expects him to never use it without him... but he hadn't asked if Matt's been with anyone else in the meantime. That would sound too possessive.
He gets himself slick while settling between Matt's legs again, raising an eyebrow at the fancy coffee on offer.
"To match your fancy kitchen in your fancy-ass apartment?" He teases, nudging up between Matt's legs where he's probably still tender, and this time Frank is less careful about nudging forward into him, giving Matt a spike of roughness with the added softness of everything else. He lets out a shuddering breath before he continues: "Fuck... alright. Maybe I'll stay."
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"I was in a bad mood that day," he explains, as if that was it. "I'm still working on-... everything else."
The bullets with his symbol on them, the corrupt cops, and all of that. That feels like a bigger hurdle to jump over.
"One guy's different than a bunch of assholes in one huge system."
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"Fisk isn't going to be happy," he says. He doesn't really give a shit if Fisk is happy or not, but he's aware he opened a new can of worms for himself - and Frank - by putting on the suit again. "We, uh, had a talk after his election."
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The mention that Matt spoke with him though is intriguing and Frank rolls up his towel to rest around his shoulders before he asks: "How'd that go?"
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So, you know, that's positive.
Matt walks into his bedroom, ditching the towel along the way and rolling his shoulders.
"I'm sure you've heard him on the news, talking about guys like us. He made it clear in no certain terms that if the Devil came back, he'd retaliate."
Just another thing to add on top of the cops and the serial killer, but Matt wouldn't feel right if he didn't give Frank the heads up.
"Whatever happens this time, I don't think I can handle him alone."
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"Ha, yeah. Piece of shit," he says with a dismissive scoff. "A criminal stuffed in a suit with his own mask on. You'd think people would've seen right through it."
Most most people are actually idiots.
"You're not alone," he confirms, sitting up a little straighter. "Not this time. Not when my shit got dragged into this somehow too."
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He adjusts his alarm to go off a little later than usual, then he slides into bed as well. Matt sighs as he settles in, reaching over to run his fingers along Frank's thigh.
"There's still time to go again, you know" he says, after a moment, unable to contain his smirk.
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It's an instantaneous reaction, one he can't even consciously process at first, but once he does he feels panic rise in his chest. He tamps it down though, knowing Matt can feel even that much, and tries to aim for the other statement:
"Yeah. I knew it... already looking for more." A jest that comes out a little awkward, Frank trying desperately not to make this a big deal as his body betrays his efforts.
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Frank's right, though, Matt catches everything that Frank's trying to hide. They're too close for Matt to miss it, Matt too focused on Frank to even pretend he might be mistaking something. And he respects Frank too much to feign ignorance.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to ..." Didn't mean to what? When has Frank ever been the Prudish or nervous type? "Is everything okay?"
Matt sits up, his brow furrowed.
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"You just caught me off guard," he admits after a moment of silence, his hand reaching for Matt's on his leg to grasp because he doesn't want to ruin the moment otherwise. His thumb brushes over bruised knuckles restlessly. "Never heard you say that."
Obviously not that he wants more sex. He's heard that plenty.
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He lets an easy smile cross his face, because maybe it's easier to deflect sometimes. Lord knows it's his own favourite tactic.
"Or, what, acknowledging out loud that you're always there when it counts? I can appreciate you more often, if you need some validation."
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He tugs on Matt's hand and thus his arm to pull him down closer again.
"Just forget it," he decides, choosing to also deflect this time around. "We were having a good moment."
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He should know by now that there's no way Matt's going to just forget it, but Frank's right, they were having a good time. It's just that Matt's top skill is ruining good moments.
Matt lets himself be tugged down, taking Frank's hand and absently winding their fingers together.
"I bet you're cute when you get flustered like that."
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They're naked in bed together holding fucking hands.
"Shut up," he sighs, kicking him playfully before tugging him even closer by the hand, scooting over too so he can lean in and kiss him. "And yeah, maybe I do like the validation."
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He takes advantage of Frank's position to pull Frank over him properly, arms wrapping around him to hold him close.
"I didn't get the chance to say nice haircut."
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"I thought you'd like it," he says before kissing his neck instead. "Still enough to grab onto just for you."
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Matt does to touch and feel, largely in part due to being blind but he likes the intimacy and comfort that can come with touching another person, casually or otherwise.
"Guess that conversation the other night woke both of us up," he murmurs, walking his fingers along Frank's shoulders to find the familiar lines of muscle and scars.
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"I guess so," he admits quietly, lips pressing to Matt's jaw. "But I like this. Like this side of you. All of it."
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"You might be the first person in the world to like all of me," he says, hitching one of his legs around Frank to keep him pressed close.
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"I'll take it," he says softly as he kisses back to Matt's mouth, angling his hips to grind slowly down onto him. "I haven't seen you this fucking happy in a year."
And he isn't judging him for it.
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"Mm, you must bring it out in me."
He presses up against Frank, encouraging the slide of skin-on-skin contact.
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He squeezes one of Matt's thighs and urges him to draw it up against him. This is so different from the rushed intensity of the shower but just as good.
"You sayin' I make you happy?" he lets out a soft breath, amused, but fond. "You're getting real soft on me, Red."
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As if Frank isn't. As if Frank hasn't always been the more sentimental of the two of them. Matt squeezes Frank's hips with his thighs, exhaling an easy and contented breath.
"You're spoiling me tonight."
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For now, he wants to kiss his something-of-a-boyfriend and grind into him some more, fingers digging into some of the bruises he started leaving before.
"Yeah, I am. When's it my turn huh?" he teases, clearly not minding though since they both get something out of this. Frank kisses him again, briefly this time. "Where's your shit?" The... lube. He means the lube.
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"Stay the night and maybe I'll make you a fancy coffee in the morning," he teases back, releasing Frank from his thighs so he can move and get what he needs.
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He gets himself slick while settling between Matt's legs again, raising an eyebrow at the fancy coffee on offer.
"To match your fancy kitchen in your fancy-ass apartment?" He teases, nudging up between Matt's legs where he's probably still tender, and this time Frank is less careful about nudging forward into him, giving Matt a spike of roughness with the added softness of everything else. He lets out a shuddering breath before he continues: "Fuck... alright. Maybe I'll stay."
As if he wasn't intending to the entire time...
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