I just dropped off my ballot at city hall. There was no one else there except the nice, very young man sitting by the collection box, so I have nothing exciting to report. No fuss, no muss. Some college/law school fluff would be much appreciated, if you are procrastinating your work then maybe the boys could be doing the same? This is a lovely idea, thank you!
love an unfussy voting story!!
(tell me about your voting experience once you vote in this election and i’ll write you a little mattfoggy ficlet)
The weirdest thing is probably that the first kiss was their first kiss and Matt’s so spaced out from lack of sleep and actual food and the fact that he’s got more caffeine currently in his body than he’s had collectively in his life that he barely remembers how they got here. Matt had shut his laptop and buried his face into his pillow to scream and Foggy had climbed onto his bed and said. . .something--words--and then. . .
Matt might’ve kissed him first. Touching Foggy has become normal for him this year but kissing him has always been abstract, something he tries to put aside because he doesn’t want to fuck things up and have to find a new roommate next semester.
Also, if he’s going to have a sexual identity crisis, he wishes it would’ve happened sometime that isn’t finals week but Foggy’s mouth is soft and wet and he’s holding Matt down a little with his body while he’s straddling him and. . .it’s too distracting for his brain to escalate too much yet.
“Is this okay?” Foggy murmurs, not even giving Matt a chance to answer before his tongue’s in Matt’s mouth again.
“Mmm hmm,” he hums, dragging his fingers through Foggy’s hair.
A few minutes later, Foggy breaks away and says, “We should probably stop and. . .study. We were studying, I think.”
“. . .we’re just taking a break,” Matt says, catching his breath. “Right?”
“The last time we took a break, we spent two hours thumb wrestling, not. . .” Foggy says, waving his hand in the air. “I just made a vague gesture. Whatever this is.”
“I liked holding your hand,” Matt says, too abruptly, turning what he’s sure is bright red. Foggy laughs and runs his fingers over Matt’s cheek.
“I liked it, too,” he says, “but this is different, I think.”
Matt sits up so Foggy moves off of him, hesitating before he leans in close to press a kiss to the corner of Foggy’s mouth. Foggy rests his forehead against Matt’s, sighing softly.
“If we finish studying,” he says, running his hands down Matt’s arms to take both of his hands, lacing their fingers together, “then we can do this for as long as we want. We don’t even have to talk about what it means yet. Or--if it means something.”
“It means something,” Matt says, immediately.
Maybe he can skip the sexual crisis altogether and just lean into it. Like, go ahead and propose.
"Good,” Foggy says, sounding happy. “That’s--to me, too. Now, I’ll kiss you again once I finish reading the next chapter, okay?”
Matt doesn’t intentionally pout, except for how he kind of does, but Foggy breaks immediately to murmur, “Yeah, fine, with the face,” and lean in and press a kiss to his mouth.
