shadowglitter | open ship/smut post

open ship/smut post

ah. a bare post. like odin's soul, and also body, in all of these threads

[Definitely not. Tully's on an island somewhere and Foggy hopes to god he never makes it back to New York, because he might just turn a blind eye (hah!) to whatever Matt might decide to do to the guy.]

Yeah. Yeah, she does, it's just—not. Quite the same way Matt and I do. [How to explain? He sighs.] I mean, she's the type of person who'd break a story to a journalist despite being legally forbidden from talking about it. She cares about justice, about doing what's right, no matter what.

[God fucking dammit he has a type. Foggy pours himself another shot, because. Well. God save him from people driven by a need to do what's right, to protect their city, to drag the truth out into the light. God save him from people who'd make perfect martyr material because, damn it, Foggy keeps falling in love with them, and it burns him every time.

He downs his drink.]

You could sleep with me, instead of a stranger. [There. It's out there now, and he meets Odin's alert-drunk-intense gaze with a steady one of his own.] I mean—if you want. If you're okay with that. We're both gone on different people, so there's not much of a danger of smashing what's left of each other's hearts there, but—

[He shrugs, looks back down at his drink, suddenly a little shy and regretful.]

God, it's a horrible idea. If you're not into it we can just forget I said it and keep on drinking until we pass out on this table and wake up with cartoon dicks on our faces.

[ He's perceptive enough to have some kind of vague inkling about what's on Foggy's mind. Poe's whole deal is actions first, think later - wanting to hold onto someone who is just fire and just burns is rough, and if that's what Foggy's going through... man.

But he doesn't really want to think about Poe anymore, and as much as he loves learning about Foggy's life, that's what everything keeps coming back to. He watches him finish his shot, and he's not surprised by the offer. Flattered and completely at a loss as to why Foggy would want him, given that he's charming and established and intelligent and Odin's just kind of an asshole in a bodysuit, but. The offer's not really about Odin, right? It's about two kindred souls just kinda easing each other's heartache for a while.

He breathes out. ]

I mean, if I fuck you, I'm going to draw a cartoon dick on your face once you fall asleep, so. If that's your end goal, I guarantee you'll be waking up happy no matter where this night goes. But.

[ He scratches the back of his neck, caught between a kind of goofy, lopsided grin at the offer and some underlying nerves he can't quite squash. ]

You're kind. And charming. Passionate in a way that kind of makes my heart skip a beat. I'm... I mean, I'm game. If you are. Really game? Really game. Probably more game than I should be, considering what a horrible idea this might be. [ There's a but coming. ]

But - like - ypu can do way better than me. Even just for a night. Right? I'm not really-- worth much. Are you sure you'd want to do that with me?

[Poe isn't someone Foggy really wants to talk to, at the moment, seeing as he broke up with Odin on live TV, but judging from what little he knows about him—he sounds like someone Matt might like. Or Karen might like. Or even Foggy himself might like had circumstances turned out differently. He sounds a lot like Matt, but the difference is that Matt does think a lot of his bigger actions through. That much Foggy knows.

It's just that Matt weighed him, and the city, and decided the city was more important to him than his best friend. And it rankles, to know that. To have fallen in love with a man who would, without a second thought, die to keep his city safe, and never mind who'd be left behind.

He sighs. Odin deserves better than Poe and Foggy, really, deserves better than two people who are in love with somebody else.]

The cartoon dick is not worth getting if you're not fucking me beforehand. [Just saying.] You're a good person, Odin. You're passionate about the things and people you care about, and you're a lot braver than I would be. You're less awkward, even—you don't give half a shit that people might think you're unfashionable or melodramatic or anything. I don't know how that's not admirable, or worth something more than I can give.

[And underneath is Foggy's own quiet insecurity: that he's not going to be enough for anyone. That he's not enough for Matt, or Karen, or both of them. That he won't be enough even here. Compared to everyone else Odin must know, compared to this Poe guy, Foggy's certain he doesn't look like much of a catch. Come on: an ordinary, kinda awkward, broke-as-hell lawyer? That's hardly attractive to anyone.

And then there's Matt Murdock's name, carved into his heart.]

So I guess my question is: I'm sure I want to. Sleep with you, I mean. But I'm not exactly a catch myself, so I have to ask, I need to ask: do you want to sleep with me? Even knowing I'm in love with Matt and Karen. Because if not, like I said, we can forget it.

But if you do—I can call a cab. We can head back to either your place or mine.

[ And that, too, is something he could relate to. Odin's not as important as the war Poe's fighting back home, even though Odin would have given up his own if Poe had only asked. Man.

Man.

Man, screw that guy. Odin scrubs at his forehead to ease the headache that's starting to hit at his temples. He laughs, at least, when they're back on the topic of cartoon dicks, and he lowers his arms to the table to listen to everything Foggy says.

The compliments mean a lot. He's not sure if he believes them, but they make his heart skip and electricity hits his veins like the tide. He actually thinks he cares too much about what people think of him, maybe - he overcompensates, goes too far in acting stupid, purposefully makes a fool of himself before people realize on their own what an idiot he is when he's trying not to be. But.

Again, it means a lot. To hear Foggy, of all people, think so highly of him. He raises his eyes at the question, and there's a lot less hesitation in his voice than there might have been a few minutes ago. ]

You want me to sit here justifying why I might want to mess around with you? Or, like, why I'm attracted to you? 'Cause, like, I could, but that's forty five minutes we could be spending in bed. So.

[ He flashes a bit of an awkward smile, looking down for a minute. Thinks through what he wants to say before he says it, for once. Lets out a sigh when he figures he should meet some of Foggy's honesty with his own. ]

I'm really fucking lonely, man. I just want to feel wanted. I'm not after... anything. I just want-- something? Does that make sense? I don't know.

[ He scratches at the back of his neck, then stands up, sudden and all too quickly. Like he's done with this and just wants to go. ]

Your place. [ Poe's Odin's neighbour. ] C'mon, get your shit. You gonna be good to drive or should we hire a cab and make out in the back all the way home?

[Man. Screw those guys.

Like, in both senses of the term.

Foggy just smiles back a little, almost shy. Tucks a strand of hair behind his ear, eyes bright with either interest or just the drink. Most likely both, if we're being honest here, because he's very drunk and he's not going to deny he's very interested.]

It makes sense. It makes way too much sense. [That's really the whole point of this, isn't it? They both just want to be wanted. If not by the specific (very specific) people they want, then by each other, which is a lot more achievable in Foggy's view. Odin wants him, that's easy to see. Foggy's okay with that. More than okay with that, and he's going to ignore the guilty little twinge of his heart that says, yeah, well, doesn't he deserve better than you, dick?] I want something too.

[Reckless. Maybe this is what Matt feels like, when he jumps off of rooftops. Probably.

Well, whatever, he's going to try his hardest not to think about him tonight. He stands up too, sways a little because wow okay, he did a lot of drinking tonight.]

I'm so not good to drive. Let's make out in the backseat of someone's cab instead, that sounds less dangerous and more fun. [Reckless, again. He flashes a grin, punch-drunk and also just plain drunk, leaning slightly with his hand on the table to steady himself.] We'll pay the driver extra.

[ Shit, shy is cute. Odin likes shy. He watches Foggy tuck that hair away and his smile gets a little wider, his shoulders squared now in a way that's just a tad more confident. He did that? That motherfuckin' hair tuck was on him? He made Foggy all embarrassed and stuff? Hell yeah, he did. What a stud.

There's an ache when Foggy admits what this is to him - why does it hurt to be with someone who only wants him as a distraction when he's treating that same someone as a distraction of his own? - but it's easy enough to hide away under the steadily building anticipation for the rest of the night. He laughs, clear and loud, when Foggy is so willing to just act like a dumb teenager with him on the ride home, and he organizes transport to the porter and back to Foggy's place while the poor dude catches himself with the table.

He leads Foggy outside (and he forgets to pay, so like, hopefully Foggy still had the wherewithal to think of that) and there's a cab already waiting for them by the curb. Odin slips into the backseat and Foggy follows on the otherside, and once the doors are shut and the windows are up, it feels isolating. No more loud background noise of the pub. No busy streets. Just them in the quiet and the dark.

Odin takes a breath. He's a touch too tipsy to manage is volume control, so when he speaks again, it's, uh. Loud. ]

I'm gonna make out with you until your dong is just super hard!

[ He straight up puts his hand on that dick. Just straight up. Right there, in the cab, as the driver clears their throat and focuses on the road. Just fuckin' squeezes that bulge through Foggy's clothes. What's up. ]

Like-- just, like-- hell yeah, I'm ready to master the unclimbable heights of the magnificent Odin Dark! Okay?! You ready, bro?!

[Foggy does feel guilty about using Odin as a—distraction, or something. He deserves better than that, than what Foggy can give him, but—he shushes that quiet little voice in his head. For the night, he's okay with this. For the night, he and Odin will at least have someone beside them.

He does not forget to pay. Unfortunately Foggy just drunkenly leaves maybe half his money on the table, because drunk Foggy is either the worst at remembering to pay or the worst at remembering he's on a budget, there is no middle ground here, and he practically clings to Odin much of the time. He only breaks away to let him climb into the backseat, but then he clambers in after him.

And—hokey that is a hand on his dick. Foggy chokes on a laugh. Bad Foggy. Stop laughing!]

Oh my god—yes, yes, you dork, I'm ready. I mean. [He grins a little, crooked and wicked.] Are you?

[Suave. He closes any remaining distance between them and just fucking. Plants a wet one, right there, on Odin's lips, slipping him some tongue too. Foggy Nelson: actually a damn good kisser, considering he's such a nerd most of the time—he kisses like he argues in a courtroom, like he wants to prove something, like he's hungry for it. He kisses like this might be the last thing he'll do and he wouldn't mind. He kisses hard, essentially, and when he breaks away his pupils are blown wide with lust and he's grinning.

Reckless.

He dives back in, and meanwhile one hand is just going to the seat of Odin's pants as soon as he can slip it under there. Oh, that's a nice butt, he's gonna squeeze it. You know. Test it out.

The poor fucking taxi driver up in the front is turning up the music now, because he's sure not paid enough for this.]

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