lifted-nevermore
replied to your post “okay, fuck, those autumn fics were fun and distracting and i feel so…”
Sometimes Foggy shaves his legs and Matt accidentally brushes up and feels his soft legs
YES THO:
Foggy’s lounging on Matt’s bed when he gets back from
class.
“Your bed is more comfortable than mine,” Foggy says,
before Matt says anything at all.
“Our beds are equally uncomfortable,” Matt says,
raising his eyebrows.
“Silk sheets,” Foggy says, shimmying a little like he’s
making a point.
“…yeah, fair,” Matt says. They’re nice sheets. He
hangs his bag up on the hook on the back of the door before walking over to
stand next to Foggy. “Did you skip your classes?”
“Yep. Much needed mental health day,” Foggy says.
Matt absently drops his hand to pat Foggy’s leg and
tell him to get out of his bed when his fingers brush against Foggy’s calf and
he realizes that Foggy’s wearing shorts and his skin is—really smooth.
“Uh,” Matt says, leaving his hand there. “Did you—shave?”
“Huh?” Foggy asks, then laughs, heart picking up a
little. “Oh, yeah, I did it in high school once on a dare and it just felt
really great, so I still do it sometimes.”
Matt lets his fingers slide up Foggy’s leg a little,
listening to Foggy’s body react and flushing.
“Sorry,” he says, pulling his hand away.
“It’s okay,” Foggy says, softly, sitting up on his
elbows. “You can—touch me, if you want?”
Matt wants—not for the first time, but now he has permission, something outside of
guessing what Foggy’s heart was actually saying. He sits down on the edge of
the bed, listening as Foggy lies back down, then traces his fingers slowly from
Foggy’s ankle to his knee. He cups Foggy’s knee for a moment, thumbing over the
skin.
“How, uhm,” Matt says, swallowing hard, “how far up
did you shave?”
Foggy’s heart’s definitely saying something right now.
“Why don’t you find out?” he asks, hoarsely.
oh my god, they were roommates 