I’ve had this ask for mooooonths but I wrote a thing:
“Uhm,” Foggy says, in the middle of the school parking lot, fingers pressed to his mouth while he watches the once intimidating form of Frank Castle hightail it towards his beat-up jeep about five seconds after he kissed Foggy.
Foggy’s not completely sure what his reaction is supposed to be. If Frank hadn’t ran, he probably would have kissed him back.
“That was–that was nice!” he yells.
Frank pauses with a hand on his door handle, glancing back with wide eyes but not saying anything.
“I’m not dating Matt!” Foggy yells.
Frank looks frozen for a long second.
“…do you want to go get ice cream?” Foggy continues, desperately.
Frank hesitates before he nods, smiling in a way that Foggy’s never seen before. He’s actually not sure he’s ever seen Frank smile genuinely before.
He might throw up.
*
It started with Karen bringing Frank to their awkward but endearing outcast meetings in the library during lunch and with Frank sitting hunched at the end of a table, drinking coffee like an adult and staring warily around at them.
Maybe it was really when he started mostly staring at Foggy.
“I think he wants to eat me,” he says, when he drops down next to Jessica in geometry.
“He wants to bang you,” she says, through a mouthful of chips, not even bothering to hide the fact that she’s eating in class.
“What–pfft–he doesn’t–I’m not even into–”
Jessica gives him one look and Foggy sighs.
“Okay, I’m at least a little bit–into–people like him,” he says, dropping his voice, making a face at her.
“Dudes,” she supplies, but she drops her voice, too, because Jessica knows how to keep a secret. She’s actually the only one that knows. He’s just kind of working it out for himself.
“Yeah,” he says.
“Specifically dudes that look like they would murder you for breathing too much of their oxygen?”
“…yeah, maybe, kind of,” Foggy says, softly, and Jessica laughs.
“It’s good to have a type,” she says, sinking down further in her seat before she fishes a suspicious looking water bottle out of her bag and takes a long drink from it.
“Is that booze?” he asks, squinting at her.
“What’s it to you?” she shoots back, and Foggy nods.
“You’re absolutely right, it’s none of my business,” he says, deciding it’s in his best interest to not tell Jessica that he’s also into girls that look like they would murder you for breathing too much of their oxygen.
He’s got enough to contend with right now.
*
Frank starts talking to him.
It’s halting and kind of aggressive but also–Frank’s talking to him, and he doesn’t look like he wants to kill Foggy much anymore, which makes Foggy wonder if Jessica was maybe right about the–about the banging.
He’d like to outright ask Frank about it, but, also, he’d rather die.
“Hey, you dating anyone?” he asks, one day when they’re the first two at the library, sitting in front of each other.
He wonders if Frank would break his foot if Foggy tried to play footsie with him.
“Why, you interested?” Frank asks, laughing roughly, and Foggy wants to say yes. He really wants to say yes. But that was a joke.
“Nah, man, just—making conversation,” he says, trying to be more like a—like a guy. A guy’s guy. But in a straight way. “Talking about—chicks and whatever. French kissing. Uhm, sex. Sex stuff. With girls.”
Sex stuff with girls.
Foggy’s sure that he’s about to sink into the ground and straight to hell, but then something happens to Frank’s face, like he’s kind of shocked and—he’s blushing. They’re both blushing.
“Are you dating someone?” Frank asks, after a long horrible moment.
Foggy thinks about lying.
“No,” he says, then, accusingly, “Are you?”
“No,” Frank says, laughing again, but kind of nice this time.
“Good,” Foggy says, then freezes. Frank raises his eyebrows.
“Good?”
“Uhm, I—just—I think I forgot my lunch in my locker, I should go get that now, bye,” Foggy says, the last part all in one breath, as he gets up and almost knocks over his chair in his haste to get away. His lunch is sitting on the table in front of Frank. He already took three bites of his sandwich.
Why did Frank blush?
*
“Matt! Matthew Murdock!” Foggy says, when he sees Matt headed towards the library with a tray of terrible cafeteria food, pushing through the crowd of kids going to lunch to get to him and pull him aside. “I was hoping for Karen, but you’ll do.”
“Thanks, buddy,” Matt says, dryly, smiling. “What’s wrong?”
“Oh, everything,” Foggy says. “Come hide in the parking lot with me.”
Matt grumbles but lets Foggy lead him out of the crowd and out a back door so they can find an isolated curb to sit on. Matt makes him eat half of his food while Foggy hedges, realizing that he has to tell Matt he likes guys before he can tell him about Frank.
Or—maybe not.
“Are you going to tell me what’s happening?” Matt asks. “Because I can beat someone up for you.”
Matt always jokes about that, but Foggy’s not convinced that he can’t.
“I want to kiss Frank Castle on the mouth,” he says, too loudly, glancing around to make sure nobody heard before he drops his head to his knees and groans.
“…okay,” Matt says, slowly. “That’s new.”
Foggy’s not sure where to go from here, keeping his head down until he feels Matt shift closer, nudging their shoulders together.
“Thanks for telling me,” he says, softly. “Not just about Frank—that you’re—”
“At least a little gay,” Foggy supplies.
“Right,” Matt says, wrapping an arm around him and squeezing him gently before he makes a skeptical noise. “…Frank, though? Really?”
“He’s my type,” Foggy says, weakly.
“Angry?”
Foggy laughs, leaning his head against Matt’s for a moment before he glances up to see Frank staring at them from the sidewalk. His breath catches and then Frank’s turning to walk away, face doing something weird, something that Foggy would like to know about immediately.
“Uh—he’s here? I—I got to go, Matty,” he says, pushing himself to his feet and heading in the direction Frank went. “I’ll see you last period.”
“Good luck?” Matt calls.
“You can beat him up if this doesn’t go well,” Foggy calls back, and Matt laughs. He probably would, though, because Matt’s his best friend and he’s fucking scrappy.
*
Frank’s standing in the middle of the parking lot and looking kind of lost when Foggy catches up to him, saying, “Hey,” hesitantly when Frank turns around to look at him.
“I was going to talk to you about something,” Frank says, gruffly, “but—Murdock seemed to have it covered.”
“What did you want to talk about?” Foggy asks.
“I just thought that you—that we,” Franks starts, then makes a frustrated noise. “It doesn’t matter.”
Foggy takes a chance and reaches out to touch his arm. He still kind of thinks that Frank might just snap it off his body; at the very least, he’s probably capable of it.
“Frank,” he says. “Just say it.”
Frank glances down at Foggy’s hand then back at his face. Down to his lips for a long, tense moment, and then he’s groaning and hauling Foggy into a kiss. For about ten seconds, at least, and then he’s on the run before Foggy even opens his eyes again.
*
They skip the rest of their classes and sneak off campus to walk to the convenience store down the street and get soft serve ice cream, giant cones that melt on their hands and fill Foggy with sugary bravery that makes him lead Frank by the hand to the back of the store and press him up against the wall kiss him with freezing lips and taste vanilla in his mouth.
“Wow,” Frank says, when they hear noises nearby and pull away, smiling when Foggy laces their sticky fingers together.
“You want to date me, right?” Foggy asks.
“I…yeah,” Frank says, confused.
“Like dates and hand holding and cute shit?”
“…yeah, kid,” Frank says, laughing, which is never fair. Frank’s a senior and Foggy’s a sophomore. He is not a kid. “Whatever cute shit you want.”
Foggy feels his heart do something really swoony and dumb.
“I want to keep kissing you,” he says, grinning up at him. “How ‘bout that?”
Frank pushes Foggy up against the wall this time, making Foggy gasp and smile even harder.
“Sounds good,” Frank says, then kisses Foggy the way you’d get kissed in a high school movie when you just confessed your feelings to someone. Like before you go to prom together and lose your virginity in a car and make out under the bleachers at homecoming.
Like before you go steady.
“I really like you,” he mumbles against Frank’s mouth.
That’s another new Frank smile. Sweet and real.
“I like you, too,” he says, and he kisses Foggy again, and this is exactly what high school is supposed to be.
oh my god, they were roommates 