Don't you make fun of me. It worked, didn't it? Better than stumbling over myself.
[ Like he did the first time they met, but that's beside the point. The point is that he'd gotten Matt to blush a little, and now they can tease each other about it, and, well. He doesn't have to hold it back any more, apparently.
He's grinning widely at Matt's laughter, and it doesn't fade when Matt starts to think out loud about the petname thing, though it does soften a little. Maybe Matt is overthinking it, but damn Foggy loves that about him.
Stick. Foggy's mind goes there, too, but he also knows that some of his own relatives have called him Matty - thanks Uncle Timmy - so he lets the thought pass without mentioning it, too. There's been enough Stick around tonight.
And he should try to stay realistic here, he really should - but Matt calls him my love and Foggy just melts. He can't ever be the person who tells Matt that it isn't enough or that he doesn't believe him when he's pouring out his feelings. Whatever the future might hold, whatever choices Matt might make, they don't matter right now.
All that matters is Matt saying that he feels the same way Foggy does, and if Foggy can't believe him about that, he might as well put the brakes on right now.
But he can, and he does, and he leans in to press a kiss to Matt's crooked smile. ]
Then I guess we're home no matter where we are. [ There's a pause, and then he makes a face at himself. ] All right, that was cheesy even for me.
[ He kisses Matt again, lingers a little longer this time, so Matt can feel his smile against his skin. ]
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[ Like he did the first time they met, but that's beside the point. The point is that he'd gotten Matt to blush a little, and now they can tease each other about it, and, well. He doesn't have to hold it back any more, apparently.
He's grinning widely at Matt's laughter, and it doesn't fade when Matt starts to think out loud about the petname thing, though it does soften a little. Maybe Matt is overthinking it, but damn Foggy loves that about him.
Stick. Foggy's mind goes there, too, but he also knows that some of his own relatives have called him Matty - thanks Uncle Timmy - so he lets the thought pass without mentioning it, too. There's been enough Stick around tonight.
And he should try to stay realistic here, he really should - but Matt calls him my love and Foggy just melts. He can't ever be the person who tells Matt that it isn't enough or that he doesn't believe him when he's pouring out his feelings. Whatever the future might hold, whatever choices Matt might make, they don't matter right now.
All that matters is Matt saying that he feels the same way Foggy does, and if Foggy can't believe him about that, he might as well put the brakes on right now.
But he can, and he does, and he leans in to press a kiss to Matt's crooked smile. ]
Then I guess we're home no matter where we are. [ There's a pause, and then he makes a face at himself. ] All right, that was cheesy even for me.
[ He kisses Matt again, lingers a little longer this time, so Matt can feel his smile against his skin. ]
Thank you for telling me how you feel, Matty.