Hello, hello, hello.

[fightlikehell]

"Hello, you've reached the personal voice mailbox of---" "Matt Murdock." "---Please leave a message after the tone!"

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[fightlikehell]

[A full lung exhale and shiver now. The mess feels well, Matt's face is already pretty red from exertion. So it shouldn't matter.]

Yeah. Um. the foot of the bed, on the trunk.

[Give him a second, he's just...gonna stay still and shake. The aftershocks are good. So fucking good. He smiles like a son of a bitch, giddy.]

[retributivejustice]

(Frank busies himself with a little wipe here and there and then goes around the side of the bed to look at Matt. Still on all fours, shaking like a dog.)

I guess sex is a big thing for you.

[fightlikehell]

Yeah.

[No point in denying it.]

I uh--you fucked my brains out, Frank. Twice. And I'm---[he's shakily going to sit up and grab for that towel. Does he have to say the word sensitive? It just sounds so dumb even though it's true.] Everything gets to me. It's good though.

[retributivejustice]

I don't even know how the fuck I got here.

(Buck naked, in Matt's room, with a softening erection. One that was just inside Matt's ass.

It's like he was drunk or something, he doesn't remember the trip here. Just the desire.)

[fightlikehell]

[A short laugh comes out of him and he moves the towel over him. It rasps and feels more rough than it is because he's so keyed up.]

You...I hope you wanted to be here.

[He sure as shit was into it a few moments ago.]

Are you uh thirsty? [Wait no, that's not what he meant like that.] Water or a beer?

[retributivejustice]

I did--- I do.

(He sniffs, an uncomfortable twitch. He's standing naked in Matt's room. Kind of in a locked position.)

Beer.

[fightlikehell]

[Being alone means that Matt can reach out and cup Frank's cheek without missing the mark. His jaw is solid and the bristle feels so fine against his palm.]

Gimme a second. I'll get some beer. Stay awhile.

[It's an invitation and not a command, Frank can leave whenever but...to have him here.]

[retributivejustice]

(The touch to his cheek nearly knocks him over. Not from force but from the sentiment behind it.)

... a beer would be nice.

[fightlikehell]

[Both of Matt's hands pull at Frank, pulling him to lay down. He'd ask but the words don't feel right, there is still a strangeness to expressing in words all of this. Nothing about it is bad. No, he feels warmer, safer and restored somehow. Frank Castle is a big man and Matt's not tiny, he is somewhat dwarfed. He gets a hold on the Marine and is not about to let go.]

Wait here.

[Reclined. Comfortable. He seals it with a kiss.]

[retributivejustice]

(Frank lays back and tries not to look too comfortable. (not that Matt would see, Frank) But goddamn it, he felt good and comfy here. The bed was soft, Matt was warm and sculpted. A beer was on the way. Fuck yeah, he felt good.

He gets cocky.)

I ain't got all night, Red.

[fightlikehell]

[Comfort on Frank isn't a sight. It's how his heart slows. The way he stops clenching his jaw. It's how his breathing evens. Yeah, Matt Murdock did that. He is at the fridge and has two beers in hand. One for himself and one for Frank. He twists off the caps and stays at his own pace.]

If I didn't like those sheets I'd pour it over your head.

[retributivejustice]

Yeah, I'm sure you would.

(He sits up and reaches for a beer, hoping Matt's going to climb into bed with him. Invite him to stay. Maybe they can share their solitude.)

[fightlikehell]

[Matt says nothing, though his dopey smile will both eyebrows raised as though in a challenge. He sighs as he climbs back onto the bed, going to sit up at the head board. Wherever Frank is, he pulls at his arm, urging him in the same way, either against him or the bed from. Whatever. Whichever. As long as he's close.]

...thanks for coming.

[retributivejustice]

(Frank leans against Matt easily. Like it was a normal occurrence.)

Thanks for making me come.

[fightlikehell]

[He takes a long drink of his beer. It tastes good with the lingering smell of sex in the air.]

You uh don't have to be a stranger. You knew where to come to.

[And he knows who Matt is. Who is to say there isn't more to know after all? They have a lot more chemistry than just giving one another black eyes.]