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“So,” Foggy says as he throws his bag down on his shitty little twin XL bed, “Marci told me about some gossip she’s been hearing lately and I want to get your take on it.”
Matt has his legs kicked up on his bed and one of his earbuds in as he listens to his textbook. He’s wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt, and Foggy thinks he looks soft and wholesome, especially with the rosary hanging on a command hook next to his bed.
A direct contradiction to the rumor Marci had whispered in his ear just an hour ago.
“Alright,” Matt says and presses the space bar on his laptop to pause his audiobook. “Hit me.”
“Apparently there’s talk around campus that you, Matthew Middle Name Murdock, are a little bit of a secret slut,” Foggy says and hops up onto his own bed. Matt doesn’t react very much, just cocking his head to the side. A small smile plays at his lips.
“It’s Michael, and I wasn’t aware it was a secret,” he says. Foggy’s brain short circuits.
“Uh- What?”
“Michael is my middle name-“
“No, the secret thing.”
“It’s not something I hide,” Matt shrugs. “I like sex. I’ve slept with… What I guess is considered a lot of people.”
“B-But you’re Catholic,” Foggy spits out, truly flabbergasted.
“Father Lantom said to me that as long as it was safe and consensual then God doesn’t really care,” Matt says, and that’s just the wildest thing Foggy’s heard all day.
“How many?” Foggy says before he can stop himself.
Matt closes his laptop and shuffles it aside so he can turn to properly face Foggy. “How many people have I slept with?” he clarifies. Foggy nods.
“I nodded,” he says after a beat.
“I… I don’t count, but,” Matt says and his face screws up in a thinking face that Foggy finds much too appealing, “More than fifty, less than a hundred?”
Foggy’s mouth falls open before he can stop himself. Matt’s cheeks go a little pink.
“How many people have you slept with?” he asks Foggy and crosses his arms over his chest.
“Uh, eleven,” Foggy manages, “Which I thought was a lot, until now. God, Matty, I mean I knew you could get it, but I didn’t know you were actively getting it!”
Matt is getting redder now. “I- I mean I’m safe about it, and they always seem into it-“
“Well, yeah. You’re super hot,” Foggy scoffs, “Of course they’d be. Jeez, buddy.”
“Are you going to report back to Marci?” Matt says and cocks his head to the side.
“Nah, that’s your business. Though, I’m sure the women of Columbia would love to know that they might have a shot with hot Matt Murdock,” Foggy says and waggles his eyebrows despite knowing Matt can’t see him.
Matt chuckles. “I… I mean,” he says and reaches up to adjust his glasses, “Not just the women.”
Just when Foggy thought he had gotten the juiciest part of the story out of Matt, he goes and says-
“You’re-“
“Bisexual,” Matt shrugs, “Like you.”
Foggy’s eyes flick between staring at Matt and the rosary hanging by his bed. His beautiful, incredible, extremely Catholic roommate is bisexual, and loves sex. His roommate that he’s had a crush on since the moment he stepped foot in their room is attracted to men, and might not be opposed to… Well, to Foggy.
“That’s cool,” he chokes out.
Matt tilts his head to the side. “I mean, Marci tells everyone how good you are in bed, Fogs,” he says, “And Jeremy from Legal Precedent told that whole party last year about that time you-“
“Okay, okay! I don’t need to hear it,” Foggy sighs. “Sure, I’m… Good. I guess it’s just that you don’t look like the type to sleep around.”
“And what’s that look like?” Matt says, and Foggy’s sure he’s imagining it, but he could swear his voice is a few hitches lower than it was.
“You’re always so- so-“ Foggy gestures wildly with his hands in Matt’s direction, “Buttoned up. Altar boy. Perfect little Catholic- I don’t know!”
Matt hops off his bed. “Do you want to see the side of me that I show them?” he hums, and Foggy knows he’s not making anything up now. Matt’s voice is low and husky and he can see a small tent in the man’s sweatpants. He’s fucking hard, just from talking to Foggy about sex. Foggy swallows.
“Yeah, Matty,” he manages, and it comes out more confident than he feels, “Show me.”
Matt pushes his glasses up and runs his fingers through his hair. “Alright. Pretend you’re- You’re a guy, at a party,” he says. Foggy nods and hopes Matt can’t feel the temperature rising in the room. Maybe Matt is a little turned on, but as long as Foggy doesn't seem like he is too, this can be just two normal, platonic dudes doing bro-talk. Matt tugs his sweatpants down a little, revealing the tiniest strip of bare skin between the hem of his shirt. He leans against the wall by their door and gestures at Foggy.
“Oh, uh-“ Foggy stammers and stands up, grateful that Matt can’t see the faint wet spot on the front of his jeans, and he is so far past bro-talk, “Hey, handsome. You come here often?”
Matt chuckles and rolls his head to one side. Foggy has to admit, he doesn’t look like the perfect Catholic boy now. His sweatpants are still pulled a little tight around the hips and his eyes are just barely visible behind dark red lenses; to Foggy, now, he looks like the devil, and damn, Foggy wants to sin.
“Oh, no. Not too often,” Matt says and reaches up to scratch at his chin, revealing a sliver of collarbone. “Do you? You could show me around.”
Foggy can’t help but laugh and point at Matt. “I knew the blind thing helped you get people to hook up with you, you bastard.”
“I mean,” Matt shrugs, “It’s a good icebreaker. It got you to go to the bars with me when we met, didn’t it?”
“What do you do? When they say yes?” Foggy asks, and he knows he’s treading into dangerous territory. There’s a major difference between having half a hard on while talking about sex with your roommate and asking him how he flirts with people, how he gets them into his bed.
Matt holds out his hand. “Guide me, I’ll show you.” Foggy offers his elbow and they fall into place: Nelson & Murdock. Matt’s hand slides against Foggy’s skin like normal, but then he reaches over and drags his fingers across Foggy’s skin. “You’re good at this,” he says in that same tone, that low, flirtatious voice, “You sure you’ve never done this before?”
Foggy’s skin burns where Matt is touching him. “That’s pretty good," he manages.
"If you know your way around, how about you show me where the bathroom is?" Matt says with his head leaning close to Foggy's own, the tip of his tongue darting out to wet his lips. Foggy shudders.
"And, what," Foggy breathes, "You fuck 'em? Right there in the bathroom?"
Matt chuckles and bites his lower lip. "Mmm, more often than not, they fuck me," he admits, and Foggy can't fucking do this anymore. Without thinking about it, he surges forward and kisses Matt, all hot, wet lips and teeth scraping against skin.
It's hot and wet and all Foggy's ever fucking wanted-
He pulls back after just a second and stares at Matt's face. They're both blushing red and breathing shakily into each other's space.
"Why'd you stop," Matt whispers.
"I- Are we sure-" Foggy stutters.
Matt pulls off his glasses and tosses them onto his bed with startling accuracy, then he presses closer to Foggy, holding his lips right next to Foggy's ear. "I've wanted to get on my knees for you since the day we met, Mr. Nelson," he says.
"Ohhh my fucking god," Foggy breathes. Matt clicks his tongue at him but his hand is already cupping the front of Foggy's jeans.
"This okay?" Matt murmurs into Foggy's neck, and Foggy is sure he bonks Matt's nose with his chin with how hard he nods back. "Good. Can I suck you off?" Matt asks, and Foggy is going to lose his goddamn mind if Matt doesn't stop saying these things.
"Please, Matty."
Matt turns them gently, pressing Foggy into the wall he was leaning against just a moment before. He sinks to his knees, and Foggy has to force his eyes to stay open to memorize how Matt looks just now as he tugs at the zipper on Foggy's jeans.
"You do this with girls, too?" Foggy says with the last of his coherence. Matt chuckles and presses forward as Foggy's pants are undone, pressing a hot, wet kiss to the outline of Foggy's dick through his underwear. Foggy gasps.
"Mmm," Matt murmurs against the rapidly dampening fabric, "I do. Get up under their skirts, eat them out just like this." Foggy sinks his hands into Matt's hair and imagines it; he can see Matt on his knees like this under a table, or on a bed, his tongue deep, deep inside-
"You- Ahh," Foggy sighs as Matt presses his tongue against Foggy's clothed erection, "-Like oral, hmm, Matty." He's honestly impressed he gets the words out.
Matt moans quietly against Foggy's dick and paws at the hem of his boxer briefs, tugging them down just enough until his cock can come free, hot in the cool air in their dorm room. "I do," he murmurs and presses a brief, close-mouthed kiss to the skin next to the base of Foggy's dick, "I love it."
"Love getting your mouth dirty," Foggy says and sinks his hands into Matt's hair. He's still nuzzling at the skin and Foggy scratches lightly at his scalp. "Why don't you show me how you do it?"
Matt nods and shifts on his knees. He traces his hands lightly over Foggy's hips until he can find his target, then sucks the head of Foggy's cock into his mouth. Foggy can't help the slight jerk of his hips-- Matt takes it like a pro, the soft skin pressing into the roof of his mouth.
"Ohh, Matty," Foggy can't help but breathe, watching Matt's cheeks hollow around him, and he watches Matt's hand sink between his own legs as he sucks Foggy off. That's what makes Foggy feel really, truly insane; Matt is jerking himself off, hard and wanting just from sucking Foggy's dick.
He doesn't even have the frame of mind to think too hard about how Matt is probably just turned on by oral, and the Foggy-ness of it all is probably less of a factor. Instead, he rubs his thumb over the soft skin next to Matt's eyes (there's a faint tan line there from his glasses, the glasses that Foggy himself had got him as a gift, and isn't that something, Foggy Nelson permanently etched into Matt Murdock's skin) and tries not to move, not to choke Matt, relishing in the hot slide of his lips.
Matt pulls off and replaces his mouth with his left hand, his right still disappearing into his own sweatpants. His mouth is wet and red and Foggy can't hold back the groan that bubbles up when he sees him.
"You can fuck my face," Matt says, matter of fact, his lips an inch away from the head of Foggy's dick, spit-slick and leaking. Foggy's breath catches.
"You sure?" he manages, and how come he's the one who sounds fucked-out, like he's had a dick down his throat? Unfair.
Matt smiles, wet and hungry, and nods. "Please do," he admits, and Foggy watches the very tops of his cheeks flush pink. Oh.
Foggy nods and sinks his hands back into Matt's hair, tugging at the strands until Matt whines, deep in his throat, and takes Foggy in his mouth again. His tongue is rough and his mouth is so impossibly hot and Foggy keens, "Good, good boy."
Matt's hips jerk at the praise and he pushes himself forward, Foggy's dick bumping the back of Matt's throat- Foggy, despite himself, still has the gall to be surprised when his roommate doesn't choke. He pulls Matt's hair again, gently moving his head to bob back and forth, Matt's nose almost brushing Foggy's crotch when he tugs him down even further.
They're both moaning, the room quiet except for their quiet pleasure noises and the wet slide of Matt's mouth; Foggy thinks he might go insane. It's all so much, with Matt not quite gagging but his throat convulsing in a way thats absolutely delicious around the head of Foggy's cock.
"So good for me, Matty," he murmurs, breathless, as Matt swallows around him, and Matt's hips stutter forwards against his hand, and- Holy shit, Matt is coming in his pants, just from sucking Foggy's dick. Foggy groans and thrusts into Matt's mouth once, twice, and then he's coming too, his whole body stiffening with his hands still twisted in Matt's hair.
It takes him a second to realize that Matt is still sucking and licking him through it, taking his release in his mouth greedily, swallowing with a sated smile playing at his lips.
"You really love that," Foggy pants when he's feeling a little more coherent. "You're so good at it, too."
Matt pulls off and his lips are wet and red and swollen and Foggy wants to keep him forever. "Glad I could prove Marci right," he says and starts to stand up, turning to go back towards his own bed.
"I-" Foggy says before he can stop himself and reaches out to take Matt's hand. "I wouldn't mind... Doing that again," he says. Matt is still for a second and Foggy is sure he's fucked this up, ruined their easy friendship they've had going for them-
"I think I'd like that," Matt murmurs back, stroking Foggy's hand with his thumb. He smiles, a dopey, cozy smile that makes Foggy want to pull him against his chest and hold him. He ignores those flutters and focuses on the flutters coming from Matt's thumb rubbing back and forth over Foggy's hand.
"I... Cuddling?" Foggy asks, "I mean, if we're gonna do a... Friends with benefits thing. Is cuddling okay?"
Matt bites his lip and glances down at his pants. "I'll go... Clean up," he says, and there's that beautiful blush again, "And then yeah, if you want to."
Foggy doesn't even try to hide the smile that spreads across his face. He watches Matt go, his steps slightly hitched with the discomfort of the drying come in his pants, but he shoots Foggy a grin before he leaves their dorm room for the bathroom.
God. Foggy is so fucked.