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The first thing Matt slurs when he comes back to himself is 'Did you secure the gun?'
Foggy stretches out his back, and (he hopes Matt doesn't notice) his overworked forearm. 'It's on the coffee table. It's not a real gun.'
That perks Matt's curiosity a bit. 'It isn't? It smelled like one.'
'I am a master of verisimilitude, my friend. Did you know my mom wanted me to going into movie prop making?'
Matt swipes at him. 'No, she did not.' He grins, but his face is still smashed into the bed and it looks demented. 'What did you do?'
Foggy pats Matt's sheet-covered ass and goes out to get the gun. He returns with two glasses of water, one of which Matt downs. 'It's my niece's airsoft rig, but it got run over by a truck, so it can't shoot anything, not even pellets. See here, it's broken almost completely in half.' Foggy runs Matt's fingers over a deep, taped-over crack. 'If I fired it, the front would probably just fall off. That's the only reason I felt ok putting it in your mouth.'
Matt's grin goes soft. 'I liked that.'
'I could tell.' Foggy smiles back.
'It smells like its been fired.'
'And that is because I put it in a box with burning gunpowder. I basically made a home-smoker.'
Matt laughs. 'And the beard?'
'What good is a long visit with my grandparents if not for growing inadvisable facial hair?'
'Is that why you wouldn't kiss me when I met you at the train station?'
'So I owe you a few. I'm good for it.'
Matt tips his head up. 'Start now.'
Matt pushes up on his hands and Foggy leans down and they meet half way. Even rode hard and put away wet, Matt kisses like it's the end of the world.
Foggy feels his cock fatten against the sheets with some relief. All through fucking Matt with his mouth and his hands, his erection was distressingly lackadaisical. It perked and faded five times easily, never really staying up. But it helped that Foggy wasn't fighting his own body to project the unshakeable calm that Matt obviously found thrilling.
Matt grins against Foggy's lips, probably hearing his boner saying hello, and walks his fingers—literally takes little steps with his index and middle finger, the dork—over Foggy's hip. 'What do we have here?'
Foggy inhales sharply. 'That's my dick.'
'Pretty.' Matt smirks. 'Can I taste you?'
'God, yes.' He lies back and watches as Matt licks delicately at the head. It feels good, but a little distant. 'Matt?'
Matt hums around Foggy's cock, which—Jesus, yes, that helps. 'Matt, how's your throat?'
'I'm fine. Don't worry.' He parts his lips to take Foggy in again and Foggy stops him.
'It's just that—' Foggy bites his lip.
'That what?';
'Matt...'
'What, Foggy?'
'I need it hard, Matt.' Foggy's face heats, but Matt's glows.
'You got it.'
Matt flat-out swallows Foggy's dick and goes to town. Foggy yelps but it feels amazing, feels like riding a rocket. Matt presses his tongue hard against the underside and pops his mouth off obscenely, and does it three more times.
'Fuck, Matt!' Matt's head bobs like he's trying to suck Foggy's brain out his dick, and the overwhelmed noises he makes when the head hits the back of his throat flips all the right switches in Foggy's lust centres. 'Gonna—gonna—'
Matt doesn't pull off. Instead he swirls his tongue around the head of Foggy's dick and sucks hard enough to bruise. Foggy curls up around Matt's head and comes, shaking, down Matt's throat.
They're both out of breath after that, Foggy staring dazedly at the ceiling and Matt gasping roughly against Foggy's ribs.
'Holy shit, Matt. Just—holy shit.' Matt makes an agreeing noise.
'Ok, not complaining in any way,' Matt's voice is hoarse, which makes Foggy's animal desire growl approvingly, 'but what was that about?'
'My dick's a little off.'
Matt paws at Foggy's flaccid cock. 'Seems attached ok to me.'
'I took a beta-blocker. It slows my heart and makes it a little hard for me to get—hard.'
Matt lifts up on his hands to raise his eyebrows in the direction of Foggy's voice. 'You took a—Foggy, that's incredibly dangerous!'
'You just had your lips wrapped around the barrel of a gun you thought was real, sweet pea,' Foggy says complacently, 'and if I'd offered to shove it up your ass, you probably would have said yes.'
Matt's face goes slack.
'...Wow, seriously?'
'We're getting off topic. Do not unnecessarily medicate yourself for our sex life, ok?' Matt has his serious face on, but Foggy remembers how he kept tilting his head and going periodically glazed and how the stray skipped beat made Matt's cock leap visibly. He loved it, Foggy can tell.
'Well, wearing a mask wouldn't have cut it!'
Matt lays his head on Foggy's chest and sighs. 'I can't believe you did that. I also can't believe you made me fellate a gun,' he chuckles.
'You know if you'd said William instead of Everett the whole thing stopped, right? We talked about that.'
Matt kisses the skin under his cheek. 'I know. I was fine. I just really didn't know you had that in you.'
'Yeah, well.' Foggy wraps loving arms around him. 'I did theatre as a kid.'
Matt brays a laugh. 'That's disgusting, Foggy.'
Foggy laughs too. 'Yeah, it really is.' He pokes at Matt's arm. 'Kiss me anyway.'