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Foggy was always a fan of boxing, loved to watching WWE with his older brother and playing wrestling, he always lost but he had fun even if he got some bruises, it was part of the fun. That's why he was excited when he knew that Matthew, the blind son of battlin jack murdock would fight for the first time tonight. Matt was like his personal hero, loving how selfless the other Child was.
His brother said it's not worth it, "How long would a blind man last in a fight? Franklin. Nothing" but foggy had faith in the redhead, He was Jack Murdock's son after all, the man might not have won often but Foggy was still kind of a mini fan.
"Fifteen" the big man at the door charged him. Foggy didn't count on that, It was his first time coming alone and he never paid attention to how his older brother did things when they came. Luck always brought money with him, he paid the dude and entered.
The atmosphere was intoxicating. 18 years old and he still hated the stink of sweaty men, some drunks and the tension in the air of whether their bets would pay off or lose money. When foggy came here with his brother they always bet, his brother more like, he didn't understand how theo always bet on the winner, but didn't care as long as he gave him a part of the payment to not to tell his parents.
He was lost seeing all the surroundings as he approached the ring, when he came with his brother he did not feel interested in anything in the place but now in his own loneliness he was curious about everything. rolled up his sleeves and The bell rang.
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Matty had a difficult night, today would be his first time in the ring and that had him on edge. His first fight was the most important, that would decide whether he was the winner everyone was betting on or he was a consistent loser, as if his blind status didn't disqualify him by itself. Matt had to do magic to get them to let him fight and he wasn't going to let this opportunity go down the drain.
Now he was here in the ring, the spotlights were on them and he could feel them burning his bare skin, the bell rang.
He got into position, waiting. Matt trained by himself fighting with thieves or thugs, in that he learned that it would be easier if his opponent dealt the first blow, For someone normal it would be the other way around but in this way Matt would obtain revealing information,
The other guy landed the first which Matt blocked and returned successfully with a punch on the stomach. Right-handed, charges into the left and hits hard, a real boxer with real training.
Everyone got excited with the blind man being so skillful, that's when Matt took advantage, he started to go with everything he had, even super senses or not, he couldn't against the man with training, who started going against Matt with good technique.
Matt's opponent had him caught in a hail of punches till he landed one to his head causing Matt to fall to the ground. Stunned he could hear in the distance how there were these people screaming that it was foul. But his brain focused only on the fastest heartbeat of all and his nose caught a nutty smell. He took a second to come to himself, seeing the source of the aroma. It was a blond whose scent wafted from his hair. When Matt got up he attacked again even more fiercely and accurately but his ears couldn't take their attention away from his fan as he said random wrestling punches, to which Matt paid attention, it could be that the fan wasn't entirely wrong.
Matt dodged and hit in such a way that it made the other's heart jump, which further motivated Matt to impress him and it worked.
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Foggy just looked at Matt as he said some weird punches from when he played wrestling with his brother. But this time it was different, he was completely in the fan zone. Seeing the redhead fight as he said, he felt a little scared because the idea crossed his mind that maybe the fighter could read his mind, fearing that it was a possibility because then he would know when Foggy became self-aware that he had a boner, but sue him, he was in front of this excellent display of testosterone with fine sweaty men beating and sometimes rubbing each other. It was almost pornographic how the light from the spotlights and Matt's sweat made his pale skin glow in such a way that he looked like a baroque sculpture.
His stomach felt a little queasy but that was surely because he hadn't eaten before coming and this place is full of the smell of boxers, something he could describe as sweat and adrenaline but no matter how bad he felt right now he didn't want to waste a second of Matt's fight, that's what he came for, right? to see the fight of the son of battlin jack murdock, who is surprising everyone by giving a fight worth remembering. Foggy stayed just for a few more minutes. While Matt won he didn't even have time to hear the bell when he was already running to the bathroom, which strangely smelled better. rather it didn't smell like anything which he was thankful for because even good smells like some kind of flavoring would make him throw up his lunch, foggs were really feeling that rice coming back from the dead in his belly.
He stared at his reflection in the mirror for a while as he returned to normal, foggy hated this feeling of being sick, he even look a little pale. But he paled more when he saw in the large mirror that took up almost the entire wall Matt entering the bathroom as sweaty as he was in the ring with a big face of satisfaction for having won. Foggy just stared at Matt's muscles through the reflection, his arms almost seemed to throb, and this white light highlighting every inch of her skin.He had several scars on his chest which gave him a rough look. Foggy could almost hear that boner re-forming that had already been lost from the bellyache.
"You didn't celebrate me" Matt said in a serious and smug tone, who did he think he was?
"I needed to come to the bathroom," Foggy replied, turning around. He could not believe that the son of battlin Jack Murdock was talking to him as if they were friends, moreover. He reproached him for not having been celebrating his victory, it was the best day of his life. But he couldn't get his head off his erection, so to hide it he sat on the wet sink, it wasn't his best move.
"Name?" He said approaching. Foggy just hoped Matt's smells wouldn't affect him to the point of vomiting on him.
"Foggy nelson. You and your father are my heros."
"I'm not a hero boy, the devil is not a good role model" Matt gave an amused smile.
"But you're just a guy right?" Matt kept getting closer, beginning to invade his personal space. "a really good-looking guy." Did he really say that to a guy who could make him bleed internally from punches? The nerves sure had his brain melted.
"good looking for sure, everyone loves that."
"What a shameless flirt." thought foggy.
It felt like Matt could see it, even with his gaze lost in nothing he had this certainty that he was looking right at his lips.
"I was listening to you, what you were talking about while I was fighting, good advice"
Foggy didn't know what to answer, mainly because he was scared by the fact that Matt had really heard his fan babbling but more than that it was because of the other getting dangerously close to his lips.
Foggy was still sitting on the sink with a wet butt and Matt Murdock abusively close to him. his stomach churning as he decided to kill the damn distance to his prize. kissed Matt and it felt so good, the other one received his movement well, kissing him tasted it like strawberry toothpaste, like that one for children, but the foggy head didn't stop to think how he liked this flavor better than mint toothpaste, too busy kissing this sexy stranger in some random bathroom.
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Kissing Foggy felt too good for Matt, he had almost stopped feeling like an individual person until they had to be separated for oxygen and even accelerated by the lack of this Matt only kissed Foggy again when he had the opportunity and a little air in his lungs. couldn't stop tasting the coconut moisturizer on the other's lips, 19 years old, had slept with a lot of people. Usually it was women who tended to get the taste on their lips but in foggy it just tasted better, like a good beer after a hard day.
"Do you want to go somewhere else?" He said once they stopped kissing but without separating from his lips, entangling their hands in the long hair of the opposite, making that nutty smell waft. Which combined with the coconut flavor of his lips made Matt feel somewhere distant in the tropics away from the smells of pollution and car escapes.
"I know a place, But wouldn't you rather take a shower?" Foggy asked, matt really needed one. What if he invited him to his house? He had done it before but didn't want to scare him.
"Would you come to my house so I can take a shower?" He was taking a risk, he was usually more subtle so as not to miss a catch but he had a feeling about this guy. Not only that he could hear his heart skip every time he spoke but that he didn't feel that he took his eyes off him at any point in the fight.
"Sure fighter, whatever you like." Matt could smell the arousal in this guy's pants, he wasn't an idiot and he certainly didn't feel any different towards him.
Matt took his hand, cheesy of him but he helped foggy down from the sink, told him that could dry his pants at home. He wouldn't need them anyway. Taking Foggy's arm, The boys liked the game of blind and wounded duck after all, but leading him to Matt's house.