Other Skills He's Learned (Daredevil)
I really have no explanation for this. I'm sort of embarrassed to be posting this, to be quite honest.
Title: Other Skills He's Learned
Fandom: Daredevil, Immortal Iron Fist (Marvel)
Rating/Warnings: For mature audiences only/ Sex written by someone completely inexperienced.
Wordcount: 889
Summary: When Matt wakes up later, he wants a demonstration.
Notes: Smutty sequel to Practical Application of Learned Skills, because Danny apparently wasn't having with any of this subtlety stuff.
When Matt wakes up later that day, Danny still hasn't really moved - well, he got up once to use to bathroom, but that was it. Matt reaches out a bewildered hand and brushes the side of Danny's face, and Danny looks over and smiles even though Matt can't see. “Feeling better?” he asks.
“Still here?” Matt responds.
“I was worried, okay?” Danny realises he probably doesn't have to get defensive about staying around to watch after an injured friend. Never stopped him before. “It's just that you're really good at getting yourself into tight spots, and it's only sort of not your fault you ended up with me going after you, but you're going to have to deal with me worrying about you.”
Matt gives him this look for a few moments, and then smiles wryly. “You're a real sweet guy, Iron Fist,” he drawls.
“That's what I do,” Danny says. “I worry about my friends. You're just gonna have to deal with it.”
“I think I can do that,” Matt replies, amused. He pauses for a moment, like he's thinking something over. “Are you planning to leave, now that I've woken up again?”
Danny shrugs, knowing Matt will hear it and figure out the motion behind the sound. “I could, if you want me to. I'll have to leave eventually.”
“Stay,” Matt says. Danny smiles a little wider and settles back in next to him. But it turns out that's not quite what Matt had in mind, because he pulls at Danny's left shoulder, the one furthest from him, and draws Danny closer in. Danny thinks of his hands on Matt's cold face and the way the Night Nurse didn't ask questions, and then he meets Matt mouth-to-mouth in the middle. Matt tastes a bit stale, which make sense, since he's been asleep, and there's this very faint tang of blood. But the way he draws his teeth along Danny's lower lip more than makes up for it.
“I'm glad you came after me,” Matt whispers when they break the kiss, leaning past Danny's face to speak directly into his ear. Danny can't help it; he shivers. He feels Matt smile against the curve of his ear, and then Matt's pulling him down so that they're lying chest to chest, one of Danny's legs still dangling off the couch.
“This seems familiar,” Danny says, and he's surprised at how his own voice breaks at Matt's hands on his skin, pushing his rumpled, dusty costume out of the way. Matt laughs against his neck, and Danny's shivering again. He pulls at Matt's borrowed shirt, pushes it over Matt's head, and Matt laughs again.
“I think you can count on most enemies you'll have to never use this trick,” he says, again into Danny's ear, “but then again, I learned it from an old enemy of mine, so I guess you never know.” He presses up from the couch to grind against Danny, who lets out a startled breath and loses his balance, collapsing on top of Matt. “That's what it does,” Matt continues. “Watch out for it.”
“I think,” Danny says, lowering his mouth to the base of Matt's neck and gently biting down along his uninjured collarbone, “I'll need to work on that one.”
“There are others,” Matt tells him, reaching a hand down Danny's pants and grabbing him, carefully. “Like this one.”
“Effective,” Danny gasps, and then he makes another noise he's pretty sure doesn't mean anything at all. Matt lets him go, which really doesn't do anything for Danny's hopelessly derailed train of thought. He's painfully hard now. “Matt -”
Matt laughs, which stopped being sexy and is now ridiculously unfair. “I'm sorry,” he says, still laughing, “I really am, it's just --”
Danny makes a sort of growling noise, something he'll probably regret later, and pulls down Matt's borrowed sweatpants. He's just coherent enough to remember to be careful around Matt's bandages. He tries to bring his mouth down, but Matt pulls him back up and kisses him, returns his hand back to its former work. “No, don't worry, I've got this,” Matt says, into Danny's mouth.
“You're the invalid,” says Danny, reaching his own hand down. Then he's beyond words, Matt stroking him with all the experience he has in everything else, and he climaxes long before his own fumbling attempts bring Matt to it. He rests against Matt's bare chest for a moment before pushing himself up to peel his sweaty shirt off, then lies back down, resting part of his weight on the couch instead of Matt.
“You're a quick study,” Matt comments after a while. “I'd almost think you've done this before.”
“Well, I have,” Danny admits. “Not much since I got back together with Misty. But then...” He shrugs. “Doesn't matter now.”
Matt smiles and repositions his arm so that his hand rests on Danny's waist. It's nice, like this; a completely different world than their sparring practices and their work out in the Kitchen, but some things are the same: Matt's got his back, he's got Matt, and vision is sort of redundant like this.
Title: Other Skills He's Learned
Fandom: Daredevil, Immortal Iron Fist (Marvel)
Rating/Warnings: For mature audiences only/ Sex written by someone completely inexperienced.
Wordcount: 889
Summary: When Matt wakes up later, he wants a demonstration.
Notes: Smutty sequel to Practical Application of Learned Skills, because Danny apparently wasn't having with any of this subtlety stuff.
When Matt wakes up later that day, Danny still hasn't really moved - well, he got up once to use to bathroom, but that was it. Matt reaches out a bewildered hand and brushes the side of Danny's face, and Danny looks over and smiles even though Matt can't see. “Feeling better?” he asks.
“Still here?” Matt responds.
“I was worried, okay?” Danny realises he probably doesn't have to get defensive about staying around to watch after an injured friend. Never stopped him before. “It's just that you're really good at getting yourself into tight spots, and it's only sort of not your fault you ended up with me going after you, but you're going to have to deal with me worrying about you.”
Matt gives him this look for a few moments, and then smiles wryly. “You're a real sweet guy, Iron Fist,” he drawls.
“That's what I do,” Danny says. “I worry about my friends. You're just gonna have to deal with it.”
“I think I can do that,” Matt replies, amused. He pauses for a moment, like he's thinking something over. “Are you planning to leave, now that I've woken up again?”
Danny shrugs, knowing Matt will hear it and figure out the motion behind the sound. “I could, if you want me to. I'll have to leave eventually.”
“Stay,” Matt says. Danny smiles a little wider and settles back in next to him. But it turns out that's not quite what Matt had in mind, because he pulls at Danny's left shoulder, the one furthest from him, and draws Danny closer in. Danny thinks of his hands on Matt's cold face and the way the Night Nurse didn't ask questions, and then he meets Matt mouth-to-mouth in the middle. Matt tastes a bit stale, which make sense, since he's been asleep, and there's this very faint tang of blood. But the way he draws his teeth along Danny's lower lip more than makes up for it.
“I'm glad you came after me,” Matt whispers when they break the kiss, leaning past Danny's face to speak directly into his ear. Danny can't help it; he shivers. He feels Matt smile against the curve of his ear, and then Matt's pulling him down so that they're lying chest to chest, one of Danny's legs still dangling off the couch.
“This seems familiar,” Danny says, and he's surprised at how his own voice breaks at Matt's hands on his skin, pushing his rumpled, dusty costume out of the way. Matt laughs against his neck, and Danny's shivering again. He pulls at Matt's borrowed shirt, pushes it over Matt's head, and Matt laughs again.
“I think you can count on most enemies you'll have to never use this trick,” he says, again into Danny's ear, “but then again, I learned it from an old enemy of mine, so I guess you never know.” He presses up from the couch to grind against Danny, who lets out a startled breath and loses his balance, collapsing on top of Matt. “That's what it does,” Matt continues. “Watch out for it.”
“I think,” Danny says, lowering his mouth to the base of Matt's neck and gently biting down along his uninjured collarbone, “I'll need to work on that one.”
“There are others,” Matt tells him, reaching a hand down Danny's pants and grabbing him, carefully. “Like this one.”
“Effective,” Danny gasps, and then he makes another noise he's pretty sure doesn't mean anything at all. Matt lets him go, which really doesn't do anything for Danny's hopelessly derailed train of thought. He's painfully hard now. “Matt -”
Matt laughs, which stopped being sexy and is now ridiculously unfair. “I'm sorry,” he says, still laughing, “I really am, it's just --”
Danny makes a sort of growling noise, something he'll probably regret later, and pulls down Matt's borrowed sweatpants. He's just coherent enough to remember to be careful around Matt's bandages. He tries to bring his mouth down, but Matt pulls him back up and kisses him, returns his hand back to its former work. “No, don't worry, I've got this,” Matt says, into Danny's mouth.
“You're the invalid,” says Danny, reaching his own hand down. Then he's beyond words, Matt stroking him with all the experience he has in everything else, and he climaxes long before his own fumbling attempts bring Matt to it. He rests against Matt's bare chest for a moment before pushing himself up to peel his sweaty shirt off, then lies back down, resting part of his weight on the couch instead of Matt.
“You're a quick study,” Matt comments after a while. “I'd almost think you've done this before.”
“Well, I have,” Danny admits. “Not much since I got back together with Misty. But then...” He shrugs. “Doesn't matter now.”
Matt smiles and repositions his arm so that his hand rests on Danny's waist. It's nice, like this; a completely different world than their sparring practices and their work out in the Kitchen, but some things are the same: Matt's got his back, he's got Matt, and vision is sort of redundant like this.