[He is just not twenty years old anymore. He can't keep doing this to himself. Burning the night oil either out on the street or just spending the long, lazy hours talking softly and listening to that low, accent speak to him. It's best in person. Last night was just over the phone. It must have been hours, his ear and phone felt hot. Hanging up he wished he wasn't alone in his bed. It felt like not even a full two hours after the alarm went off.
Foggy isn't angry this time, not really. Matt has this look about him. He heard his partner grumble all the same. Goddamn twitterpated Bambi eyes or whatever that means paired with him looking like shit.
"Go home, buddy. I got this one." Foggy Nelson is a goddamn angel. Matt plods home.
Maybe John is still there. Maybe not. He comes and goes. He's no one's. Not Matt's. He keeps telling himself that. Enjoy the ride, be close to him. Be as happy as you want to be. It'll probably not last. He doesn't live in New York.
So color him surprise when the cooking smells are coming from his apartment as he is finally at the landing for his level. The door is unlocked.]
Are you going to rob me or feed me?
[He knows that heart beat. There's no threat. Being blind and all he still has to hold up the feeble charade. John hasn't said shit. He's just...John.]
[ It's impressive that despite all of the bastard things having gone down between them and around them, here they still are. Here John still is, maybe, more than anything. He knows he didn't say anything about dropping in and a job kept him out of state for the better part of a week.
He wasn't even back in Atlanta, either. Just ended up in bugger all New Jersey chasing after some restless spirit some idiot kids brought into their lives and it got nasty. He's still riding the adrenaline high of it all, a heady cocktail of magic and too many smokes.
He offers a rusty laugh when he hears Matt's voice sound through the apartment. ]
You tell me, handsome. I have it on good authority that you need something a bit more substantial on your bones.
[ Says the man who lives off scotch and cigarettes. ]
[The cigarette smoke is a smell he can shake off now. Who would have thought. He blames John. No, he blames himself because he'd forgive John in an instant.
Sucker.
Idiot.
Twitterpated Bambi eyes or whatever that means.
Matt deposits his coat, his bag and cane. He's already loosening his tie as he rounds the corner into the kitchen. The composite view of John standing over his stove is just something to take in. He leans against the doorway and finishes pulling the tie apart.]
Pretty sure I got nothing you don't already have.
[Out of date electronics. His heart. Oops. Matt smiles and shucks of his blazer, he puts it over the chair he knows is not far from him. It still scuffs like he missed the mark. His tie drapes over it.]
Ohh I can't even start with how happy I am to see you.
[ Easier to shake that off than the sulfur and brimstone that sometimes carries on in with him. There shouldn't be any blaming anyone for the moment. Just enjoying whatever they can make of a day like this.
John's just in his regular clothes, loose tie, trousers and white button down with the sleeves up past his elbows. He grins over when Matt rounds the corner, though. ]
Is that so?
[ He grins widely when he says what he does, and he's just as happy to see the other man. Its sounds in his heartbeat, soft as he's gotten thanks to it all. ]
[Matt's smile brightens, no matter how tired he is, he feel a whole flood of good feelings rise up from his chest to his head then just go all over. John's voice sounds best resonating through the kitchen or the bathroom. It's the tiles. Of all the places he could be this is where he is.
His glasses plunk to the table top. Really not a lot of prompting was required. Both arms go around the other man's middle. He presses his face close to his neck and holds him tight.]
Missed you so much.
[With his voice this low, feeling this close he gives him a peck below his ear. Matt doesn't let go, mindful that John's working at the stove he'll simply cling and mold his body as being dressed and standing allows.]
[ It certainly is something, the two of them with all this as they are. He doesn't need to hear what Matt's saying to know he means it. It's all in the way he carries himself. How he approaches.
He leans back as much as he's able while still tending to the stove, chuckling softly. He tilts his face so that his cheek brushes against the top part of Matt's forehead from where he's pressed his face to his neck. ]
Missed you too.
[ There's a small shiver at the kiss and he smiles impossibly wider. ]
[He means it through and through. Breathing in the way his shirt smells, the smoke, the city, this weird mix of herbs and oils...they remind him of a Middle Eastern bodega. Sometimes the spice is heavier than others. Sometimes there's ash or metallic qualities. Matt sighs, enjoying the way each nuance of fragrance makes his nose tingle. He really doesn't care if he's warping into an overgrown, nuzzling puppy.]
Naw. Just.... work being work.
[Matt got into a knock down, drag out brawl with a man two weight classes above his own it seemed like earlier late last week. The swelling and bruises are more memory, he swears he can feel it though. Might have rattled his brain, then working the civil dispute with Foggy.]
Got sent home today. I was told I should get some rest. That hasn't happened in a long time.
[The rest or such a gentle reprimand. Matt's fingers are idle, gently feeling over the starchy fabric of John's button down, it doesn't hide the warmth of his torso or the light contours of muscle and strewn.]
[ John very much remembers a time when things were up in the air. When it was rocky between them for more reasons than just either of their commitments outside and he's glad they survived that. Now they have this. ]
Which one? Or both? I brought that massage oil you like if you want later?
[ He thought he was favoring one side, but that could be his mind playing tricks on him. He likes to think he knows him well enough to be able to tell by now. ]
Well then, sounds like I get to pamper you and get you all to myself for an afternoon.
[The times of strife can be a memory. Matt is so grateful for this moment, he can't find it in him to try to dampen his expectations. John is right here in his literal grasp.]
Both.
[A massage? He grips John just a little tighter, like he's afraid he'll disappear.]
You better pinch me first.
[He pulls back a bit because the stove is still hot and his meal is in the works. The cook gets another peck.]
How'd you know I wanted you here so bad?
[Was it because of the way their idle chitchat lasted well into the night? Or simply that he had the hunch that the pillow besides Matt's was starting to lose it's John scent?]
[He has been many things. And Matt shouldn't be surprised. A consultant and freelancer, why not detective too? He presses another kiss, he can't help it at this point.]
Tell me then, detective, what is going to happen next?
[The sure and steady drumming of his heart with the warmth of his body and smell, it all together is making it impossible for Matt to even attempt something like composure.]
Y'know you're quite the brilliant mind, John.
[Okay, okay. He'll peel himself away for real now.]
Don't go anywhere. I don't think I could take it.
[And he pulls out the puppy-dog face that truly pulls out death threats from Foggy. It's all in good fun. There's not shred of belief in the notion. Once John is here, it's a decent visit. Of course no time is enough time.]
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Foggy isn't angry this time, not really. Matt has this look about him. He heard his partner grumble all the same. Goddamn twitterpated Bambi eyes or whatever that means paired with him looking like shit.
"Go home, buddy. I got this one." Foggy Nelson is a goddamn angel. Matt plods home.
Maybe John is still there. Maybe not. He comes and goes. He's no one's. Not Matt's. He keeps telling himself that. Enjoy the ride, be close to him. Be as happy as you want to be. It'll probably not last. He doesn't live in New York.
So color him surprise when the cooking smells are coming from his apartment as he is finally at the landing for his level. The door is unlocked.]
Are you going to rob me or feed me?
[He knows that heart beat. There's no threat. Being blind and all he still has to hold up the feeble charade. John hasn't said shit. He's just...John.]
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He wasn't even back in Atlanta, either. Just ended up in bugger all New Jersey chasing after some restless spirit some idiot kids brought into their lives and it got nasty. He's still riding the adrenaline high of it all, a heady cocktail of magic and too many smokes.
He offers a rusty laugh when he hears Matt's voice sound through the apartment. ]
You tell me, handsome. I have it on good authority that you need something a bit more substantial on your bones.
[ Says the man who lives off scotch and cigarettes. ]
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Sucker.
Idiot.
Twitterpated Bambi eyes or whatever that means.
Matt deposits his coat, his bag and cane. He's already loosening his tie as he rounds the corner into the kitchen. The composite view of John standing over his stove is just something to take in. He leans against the doorway and finishes pulling the tie apart.]
Pretty sure I got nothing you don't already have.
[Out of date electronics. His heart. Oops. Matt smiles and shucks of his blazer, he puts it over the chair he knows is not far from him. It still scuffs like he missed the mark. His tie drapes over it.]
Ohh I can't even start with how happy I am to see you.
[In the way he can. In the way he does.]
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John's just in his regular clothes, loose tie, trousers and white button down with the sleeves up past his elbows. He grins over when Matt rounds the corner, though. ]
Is that so?
[ He grins widely when he says what he does, and he's just as happy to see the other man. Its sounds in his heartbeat, soft as he's gotten thanks to it all. ]
Why don't you come over here and show us then?
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His glasses plunk to the table top. Really not a lot of prompting was required. Both arms go around the other man's middle. He presses his face close to his neck and holds him tight.]
Missed you so much.
[With his voice this low, feeling this close he gives him a peck below his ear. Matt doesn't let go, mindful that John's working at the stove he'll simply cling and mold his body as being dressed and standing allows.]
Hi, baby.
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He leans back as much as he's able while still tending to the stove, chuckling softly. He tilts his face so that his cheek brushes against the top part of Matt's forehead from where he's pressed his face to his neck. ]
Missed you too.
[ There's a small shiver at the kiss and he smiles impossibly wider. ]
Hello, love. I miss anything good?
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Naw. Just.... work being work.
[Matt got into a knock down, drag out brawl with a man two weight classes above his own it seemed like earlier late last week. The swelling and bruises are more memory, he swears he can feel it though. Might have rattled his brain, then working the civil dispute with Foggy.]
Got sent home today. I was told I should get some rest. That hasn't happened in a long time.
[The rest or such a gentle reprimand. Matt's fingers are idle, gently feeling over the starchy fabric of John's button down, it doesn't hide the warmth of his torso or the light contours of muscle and strewn.]
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Which one? Or both? I brought that massage oil you like if you want later?
[ He thought he was favoring one side, but that could be his mind playing tricks on him. He likes to think he knows him well enough to be able to tell by now. ]
Well then, sounds like I get to pamper you and get you all to myself for an afternoon.
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Both.
[A massage? He grips John just a little tighter, like he's afraid he'll disappear.]
You better pinch me first.
[He pulls back a bit because the stove is still hot and his meal is in the works. The cook gets another peck.]
How'd you know I wanted you here so bad?
[Was it because of the way their idle chitchat lasted well into the night? Or simply that he had the hunch that the pillow besides Matt's was starting to lose it's John scent?]
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[ He hums as he turns over the answer a moment like it's tough to work out. ]
Well, I am a detective.
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[He has been many things. And Matt shouldn't be surprised. A consultant and freelancer, why not detective too? He presses another kiss, he can't help it at this point.]
Tell me then, detective, what is going to happen next?
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[ A click of his tongue, mock chiding. He chuckles though and chases after another kiss, humming gently. ]
Well, from what I gather, you're going to go clean up and get in some more comfortable clothes, then we're going to have an early dinner.
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Y'know you're quite the brilliant mind, John.
[Okay, okay. He'll peel himself away for real now.]
Don't go anywhere. I don't think I could take it.
[And he pulls out the puppy-dog face that truly pulls out death threats from Foggy. It's all in good fun. There's not shred of belief in the notion. Once John is here, it's a decent visit. Of course no time is enough time.]