#captainwingdings

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Later that night, Matt’s hiding in a corner at a party, trying to avoid a girl that’s apparently been making eyes at him despite the fact that it’s impossible for him to tell—she’s figured this out and is attempting other tactics and Matt just doesn’t have it in him.

“You look terrified,” Foggy says, returning from making the rounds and passing off a beer to him before he leans against the wall with him, arm pressed against his.

“I’m being hunted,” Matt says.

“You are, she’s actually coming this way—”

Matt interrupts him by throwing his arms around Foggy, whose heart speeds up and then settles down again as he laughs and hugs Matt back.

“You just poured half a beer down my back, buddy,” he says, softly.

“Shit,” Matt says, starting to pull away. “Sorry, I was just—”

“Protecting yourself,” Foggy says, amused. “I understand. Don’t let go.”

“I—I won’t.”

Everyone’s drunk enough that nobody thinks it’s weird that they just stand in one place hugging for a conspicuously long time. They’re drunk enough that they don’t think it’s weird to pass out on the couch in the common area together, basically on top of each other.

*

The next day, after they wake up and go home to fall asleep in their own beds, Foggy leaves and comes back to the dorm with coffee and climbs into Matt’s bed without asking first. Foggy’s good at that, knowing when things are okay, knowing how to be physically present in a way that Matt’s still figuring out.

As soon as they’re sitting side by side again, Matt breathes in deep to take in the smell of sugar and coffee before he’s struck by something else—Foggy smells different.

Foggy smells like Matt.

“Is it good?” Foggy asks.

“Yeah,” Matt says, ducking his head to smile. “Yeah, it’s great.”

He moves even closer to Foggy so he can smell Foggy’s hair without him realizing. Which is—a completely normal thing to do to a friend.

*

Matt waits until they’re drunk at first before he basically plasters himself to Foggy at every opportunity, hugging him and leaning into him and more or less climbing into his lap when they’re sitting. Foggy seems amused by it but unoffended—just hugs him back and pets his hair and fields stray questions about exactly how drunk Matt is.

Which ranges from tipsy to very, but Foggy always says, “Stone cold sober. This is just who he is.”

It leads to them sleeping in the same bed a lot, which leads to Matt being unable to pretend that this is anything other than his feelings for Foggy evolving into something terrifying.

Foggy’s the one who escalates things, says one night as they’re getting ready to go to sleep, “Want to crash with me again tonight?”

“Oh,” Matt says, dropping the shirt he’d just taken off. “Really?”

“It’s cold,” Foggy says, calmly, almost a challenge. “I wouldn’t mind sharing.”

“Yeah, okay,” Matt says, attempting to be equally as calm and missing it by a lot. He’s not sure what Foggy’s wearing but they’ve normally been passing out with most of their clothes still on.

If this is a challenge, though, he might as well go for it.

He takes off his jeans and hears Foggy’s heart speed up as he comes over to climb into his bed in just his boxers, curling on his side to face him.

“Hey,” Foggy says.

“Hey,” Matt echoes, smiling.

There’s a long moment where Matt’s brain is screaming for him to kiss Foggy but then Foggy laughs softly and says, “C’mere,” pulling Matt into his arms so Matt can hide his face against Foggy’s bare chest and deal with the feeling of warm skin against his.

Foggy’s heart is racing.

“Goodnight, Matty,” he says.

Matt moves against him slightly, smells himself on Foggy’s skin.

“Just one more thing,” he says, feeling reckless and stupid, pushing up so his body slides against Foggy’s and Foggy gasps. “I wanna kiss you. Can I—can I, Fog?”

“Yes,” Foggy says, sitting up and pulling Matt with him so Matt can find his face with his fingers and press a soft kiss to his mouth.

“Foggy,” he says, laughing.

“This is why you’ve been all over me, right?” Foggy asks, tracing fingers through Matt’s hair before he rests a hand on it.