#saet

“You’re unbelievable.”

“Thank you. You’re not so bad yourself, Parker.”

Peter leaned up, pulling Wade down by the back of his neck and licking into his mouth.

Wade hummed, right palm clutching at the side of Peter’s face as his left began to wander down the front of his jeans.

Peter broke the kiss with a gasp, his eyes wide.

“Wade, we can’t. Rick and Aunt May will hear.”

Wade tilted his head at him.

“It’s AmeriCAN, Peter. Not AmeriCANT.”

“You’re Canadian.”

“Buh, buh,” Wade pressed a finger to his lips, “CanadiCAN.”

Peter blinked up at him. “I voluntarily have sex with you. On a regular basis. Why do I do that again?”

He was gonna pass out.

“Fog. Foggy! Breathe.”

Matt had crossed the room and clutched him gently by the shoulder, easing him down into his office chair.

Was the room spinning?

“In and out, bud. In and out.”

The blurry silhouette of his best friend swam in front of his eyes, as Matt kneeled in front of him, a line of concern between his eyebrows as his palm rested lightly on Foggy’s knee.

Heat flooded Foggy’s cheeks.

“I—sorry. Didn’t mean to check out like a Victorian maiden.”

“Don’t you mean swoon?”

“Don’t flatter yourself, Murdock.”

They each let out a laugh, and just like that, the tension broke.

Foggy dragged his eyes up from off the floor, meeting the familiar, dark glasses of his best friend from where he still knelt in front of him.

As if reading his mind, Matt slowly reached up with his free hand and took off the glasses, raising his dark eyes to almost, but not quite, meet Foggy’s.

“You...you’re the most important person in the world to me, Foggy,” he paused, swallowing once, twice.

Holy shit, Foggy realised, He’s nervous.

“And because...because of that and--our past, I...don’t wanna mess this up. Us, up.”

Well, Foggy knew that feeling.

“I don’t wanna mess us up either, Matty. Why do you think I never said anything?”

A small, wry smile fought its way onto Matt’s face.

“We’re hopeless.”

“Oh yeah,” Foggy agreed, “We’re the worst.”

Matt’s hand squeezed Foggy’s knee, his touch practically burning through the material of his suit pants.

“We’re still Nelson and Murdock, though,” Matt murmured, his thumb now rubbing very distracting circles into Foggy’s knee, “Avocados at Law and best friends, that’ll never change. No matter--no matter what we do next.”

Foggy swallowed around the lump in his throat, a stinging rising behind his eyes.

“And what--what are we gonna do next, Matt?”