AFTER BAILING PHIL OUT OF JAIL DUE TO MISTAKEN IDENTITY, WORRIED/RELIEVED KISSES
TURN INTO SOMETHING MORE.
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PHIL & MATT'S FIRST TIME 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️
It was good that there were several people Phil could have called from the local precinct. Apparently local law enforcement didn’t appreciate the fact that Phil knew his rights a bit too well and tried to remind the cops of the limits of their rights. Which earned him a “resisting arrest” charge and several hours at the precinct. Apparently he was a dead ringer for some douchebag who was wanted by the cops. He had been tempted to call Daisy, but Matt seemed a logical choice because of his profession. And the cops had to allow him to call his lawyer. Which is what he did. In a manner of speaking.
Neither of them had been very talkative on the ride back to the apartment. Which was to be expected, and Phil didn’t take it personally. Once in the apartment, he went straight for the bottle of scotch and poured two glasses, handing one to Matt and sighing. “It wasn’t my fault, you know.”
"I know." And he did. But that didn't keep Matt from loosening his own tie a little more roughly than usual, his aggravation and frustration for the way the week had gone making him a bit tetchy. He took the glass a little more gently, fingers lingering just a bit on Phil's before he downed half of it like a shot. Instant regret. He knew it was a sipping drink, yet there he was, treating it like it was tequila. It burned going down, and he almost choked on it.
Felt a little like penance.
He turned to Phil, then, his face falling into genuine concern. Matt came very close to reaching up and touching his cheek, but he wasn't sure how it would be received after the heavy silence in the car. "Are you okay? Really? I got there as soon as I could."
Phil couldn’t resist clapping Matt on the back when he downed the scotch before rolling his eyes and refilling it. “Some things are meant to be savored you know,” he said with a lightness in his tone.
Phil smiled and reached out to squeeze Matt’s hand reassuringly. “I’m fine. Really. All in all, it’s definitely one of the nicer holding cells I’ve been in, so can’t complain.” Of course, his standards for what constituted ‘can’t complain’ probably weren’t normal even by those who ran with superheroes on a regular basis. “And resisting arrest seemed the lesser of two evils versus assaulting an officer or two to get myself out of there.”
"I appreciate your restraint." The Saharra couldn't have been drier than Matt's delivery. If Phil could joke, then things weren't completely dire. It helped that he'd had an airtight alibi for the crime he'd been accused of; honestly, this mistaken identity bullshit needed to be over sooner rather than later. "At least I got those charges dropped as well, since you never should have been arrested in the first place."
He smirked slowly. "I'll even give you this one pro bono."
That got an honest to goodness laugh out of Phil and he leaned in to brush his lips against Matt, hoping that Luke wasn’t around. Not that he was embarrassed, but rather it would probably be best to have a conversation with Luke before the teenager caught them in a not-strictly-platonic situation. “And here I was prepared to pay for your services.”
The kissing thing was still new. Hell, so was the whole kissing-a-man thing. Not that Matt was complaining about the turn of events that started the night Luke had gone to prom. He smiled against Phil's lips on his and took another step forward, closing the small distance between them. Even with his red-tinted glasses on, it was very clear that he'd rolled his eyes. "I think it might be for the best. My hourly rates are at a premium." He paused very briefly. "I don't hear any other heartbeats in the apartment. Just yours."
Phil wrapped his flesh arm around Matt, pulling him close as he let his lips ghost over Matt’s ear. “Which leaves only one question. Your room or mine?” He knew he should let Daisy, and maybe the others, know what happened, but he was a bit distracted at the moment.
"Yours." Matt laughed, and was already starting on the top of the other's buttons even as he began the backward, unerring track to that particular door. "I can sneak back to mine a little more easily. No shame in your agent training, promise. I'm just very good at what I do."
Phil chuckled, following Matt and tugging at the other man’s tie until it was completely off and sliding it into his pocket, just in case it might come in useful later. “No offense taken. Besides, I’m too old to be sneaking around.”
Of course, he got distracted enroute to the bedroom and pressed Matt up against the wall, kissing and nipping at his neck. “Or, counteroffer, you stay till morning. As long as we’re up before Luke, it won’t matter.”
Head tipped to the side and a groan falling from his lips, Matt could only give a shallow nod so as not to detract Phil from the very hot way he was using his mouth. With Phil's shirt now open—for a blind lawyer, Matt had very dextrous fingers—there was nothing to impede his grip at the other man's waist, which he used to pull their hips more tightly together. "Mm, yeah, 's a good plan."
Phil smiled against Matt’s neck and chuckled. “I’m good at plans.” Of course, he didn’t want to be thinking about plans right now. Groaning as Matt pulled their hips together, he let his head rest on the other man’s shoulder. “Bed. Now. Or we’re going to end up christening the couch.”
"Or the hallway." He kissed the side of Phil's head and pushed off the wall so they could continue their interrupted trek. As much as Matt really wanted to start ripping off both their clothes, a trail of disposed would have been just as damning as the two of them making out of the couch. Or way more than making out.
He was pretty proud of his restraint, which lasted until the door was closed behind them. His clothes came off so fast he might as well have been doing a quick change into his costume back home. Funny enough, Matt only paused once he'd kicked his boxer briefs to the side, and titled his head toward his roommate. "Hey, I'm really glad you're okay. You are okay, right?"
Phil’s shirt and pants had already been discarded and he cocked an eyebrow at Matt. “Yeah. Of course.” There had been a slight pause and hesitation. They’d roughed him up a bit, but nothing that was worth being ‘not fine’. He pressed Matt into the closed door, kissing him again. “Completely fine, but you can play doctor if you want.”
Despite that small moment when he thought Phil was going to say something, he didn't hesitate to put his hands on the other's skin. He started at his back, drawing down the line of his spine and then around to his chest. Matt had no idea what the man looked like, obviously, but the various scars on his body told him a story without the former agent saying a word.
They both had secrets, and maybe one day they'd both find a level of trust that would let them share. For now, though, there was just the heat of Phil's skin and the soft down of his chest hair that felt really good against his bare one. "I already did expensive school, and malpractice is a crime. You feel fine to me. Super fine."
Perhaps both of their pasts were why this friendship worked. They didn’t push on questions that couldn’t be answered. Phil laughed at Matt’s comments. “You are incorrigible. Does that line work with all the boys?”
He didn’t care much about the answer, tugging Matt backwards until his own legs hit the bed and pulled Matt down on top of him. “Arm on or off?”
"No idea. My experiment pool is literally two. Did it work for you?" Matt laughed, completely unafraid to admit to his inexperience. His bisexual awakening was literally months in the making. He was eager to learn however. Very eager.
"Up to you," he said between gentle kisses to Phil's neck and along his collarbone as he settled over the other's body, legs shifting to either side of a pair of very nicely muscled thighs. While he could feel the difference in the touch, he honestly didn't mind either way. It all felt good. Felt sure. Felt like Phil knew what he was doing, knew just how to wreck him. "What do you want to do?" Matt smirked. "First, I mean. Or you could show me."
Phil chuckled. “Most of my experience is less about seduction and foreplay and more just falling into bed. SHIELD didn’t really make dating easy.”
A soft contented noise - which was definitely not a purr - came out of Phil, his chest rumbling as his hands slid over Matt’s thighs. He tried to keep himself in good shape, but he was in his fifties, and age took a toll. Matt’s blindness made it a little easier to not be self-conscious about that. His hands gripped Matt’s hips as he rocked up against the younger man. “On for now then.”
Phil chuckled at the question. “Well, I could kiss you and tease you until you’re begging… or let you explore and be at your mercy.”
Although Matt knew something about one's chosen profession (and nightly profession) getting in the way of romantic entanglements, he didn't talk about them just then. Nothing would ruin the mood faster than an exchange of sob stories.
The press of Phil's fingers spurred a soft groan from the back of his throat, and the almost-there rhythm of his hips stuttered. "¿Por qué no los dos?" Matt breathed and leaned up to kiss Phil again. "Exploring is all well and good, but I'd at least like to have some kind of guide. Or a compass. A little something past your moans and sighs and the trip-hop of your heart when I get something really right."
Making sure he had a good grip on Matt’s hips, he flipped them so he was on top, letting his weight rest on top of the other man as he kissed him before leaving a trail of kisses down the other man’s neck. “Any hard limits or triggers I should know about?”
"Don't cover my ears." That would actually blind him; well, it would cut him off from his ability to 'see' the world. Matt was pretty sure that much would be obvious, but he had to say it aloud so there was no mistaking anything later on. But this little switch? He didn't mind that at all. Made it easier to touch. To run his hands over Phil's arms and up to his shoulders. "Not into pain, but you can hold me down. I've also… never been, uh, taken."
“Understood. I need to be able to get out of any restraints.” Phil pulled back so that he could watch Matt’s face, making a pleased noise at the flush on the other man. “Anyone ever tell you how hot you look when you blush? Makes me want to devour you.”
He slid a hand between them so he could stroke Matt teasingly. “Do you want to be? I’m good with just about anything.”
The warmth suffusing his skin deepened at Phil's comment, but Matt only chuckled and took off his glasses. With a soft toss they wound up on the bed side table. He'd have to remember them in the morning, assuming he had the brain power to do so. From the timbre of Phil's voice, he doubted he'd have anything close. Matt laughed breathlessly. "They haven't, but I'll take your word for it." He smirked slowly. "Even while I'm being devoured."
His spine arched on the back of a gasp. He really liked the feeling of Phil's hand, the calluses of a thousand hours of weapons practice giving it just the right kind of texture that made Matt's toes curl. They were headed that way now. Matt raised his hands to feel the strong line of the other's shoulders and over his chest again. "We can try? And if I don't like it, we can stick with what we have been doing. Because I really like what we've been doing."
Phil let out a soft groan at the feel of Matt’s hands on his chest, pausing in his actions to just enjoy the moment. He knew the younger man could probably kick his ass if he wanted to, he could feel the strength in the chiseled body under him. Phil’s hand ran down Matt’s chest and over his stomach.
“I’ll keep the devouring slow. Want to make sure that you keep on enjoying everything,” Phil purred, leaning down to take one of Matt’s nipples into his mouth.
The rasp of the slight stubble on Phil's chin made goosebumps race across his skin, spilling down his arms. That was nothing to the slide of his tongue, however, and that roving hand. Matt shut his eyes, which was a pretty useless gesture, considering all he could do was feel and imagine. "Tease," he breathed with a sigh, but grinning. He was far from minding. His fingers skated down the other's sides until he found his hips and wrapped around them. "I've enjoyed every time with you."
“Is it teasing if I fully intend to make good on it?” Phil asked, applying the barest hint of teeth on Matt’s nipple before shifting to give the same treatment to the other nipple. He enjoyed the other man’s reaction and was looking forward to what other noises he could bring out Matt. “Mmm... I’ll take that as a compliment.”
Matt shivered at the contrast of wet and warm to the cool of the room, letting out an unintelligible noise that could have been a word if it had had a chance to get anywhere near his speech centers. His hips bucked, seeking some kind of friction. "I'll shower you with them if you don't stop. Phil, please, don't stop."
Phil couldn’t help but smile at Matt’s pleading. He didn’t understand folks who didn’t enjoy giving their partners pleasure. It was essential for him. One hand slid down to still Matt’s hips, though it was more symbolic than anything as he kissed his way down Matt’s abs before sucking the tip of Matt’s cock into his mouth, eyes looking up to watch the reactions on Matt’s face.
A short, sharp gasp left him, even though Matt had a pretty clear idea where Phil was going. He wasn't at all sad to be right. His tongue glanced out to wet his lips before he bit it to keep from swearing. The hand that had moved up to Phil's shoulder when his hips were no longer in reach drifted now to the soft hair on the back of his head. His other hand twisted in the sheets, going white knuckled sooner rather than later. It was as much in an effort not to move as it was to keep a tenuous grasp on his self-control.
Phil couldn’t quite smile with his mouth full, but he was pleased by Matt’s reaction. He reached for the hand that was in the sheets, intertwining their fingers as he took more of Matt into his mouth, setting up a steady rhythm as he licked and sucked. He wanted to make Matt lose control and relax, both because he loved making other people cum and because it would make Matt’s first time easier.
All it took to finally send Matt careening over the edge was a particularly deft curl and flick of Phil's tongue against the underside of his head. He tried to gasp out a warning, shoulders digging deep into the mattress and stomach clenching tight. Honestly, he was so close to just writhing, it wasn't funny. Instead, he made a strangled noise and let go. Phil could decide where that was, and Matt would apologize when he had usable brain cells again.
Phil didn’t even flinch, just moaned in pleasure as he swallowed down Matt’s release, lazily licking him clean. He licked his lips. “Should I keep going or do you need a break to catch your breath?”
"Keep… Keep going." Matt nodded, although he probably didn't sound as certain as he felt. The part of him that was a little floaty already wanted to close his eyes so he could drift off, but he knew this was only the beginning. He willed his spine to straighten and settle against Phil's bed and smiled in his direction. "Yeah, keep going."
Phil reached for the lube and coated his fingers with it. He lightly nibbled Matt’s inner thigh as his fingers traced along the cleft of his ass, one finger teasing the entrance. “Try to relax… and let me know if it’s too much.”
Hopefully Matt was still blissed out and relaxed enough. Phil knew that the first time could be intimidating.
Between Phil's care and patience, the sensation went from being supremely weird ("breathe. breathe. breathe. relax. breathe.") to really, really good ("oh god oh god oh god"). His thighs were open and trembling, and he sucked in air like there wasn't enough of it in the world. His back seemed to be in the permanent shape of a parenthesis. Matt was putty in his wonderful man's hands, and soon enough he was begging in broken sentences in multiple languages, but especially when Phil's fingers went deep and crooked just so. "Yeah, more, you, please!"
Phil took his time, both because he remembered his first time and knew that it could be quite the new experience, but also because he was enjoying the sounds and pleading spilling from Matt’s lips. After several minutes of prepping and stretching (and teasing Matt’s prostate), Phil lubed himself up and pressed in, stopping just inside and running his hand over Matt’s chest. “Still with me? Doing okay?”
Legs going around Phil's hips, Matt pressed his toes into the other's calves. This was so very different to the fingers he'd had inside him, and it rendered him momentarily speechless. His fingers clutched at Phil's shoulders, his arms, around his back—basically anywhere he could touch. He tried to catch his breath with minimal success. "Yeah. Yes." He finally found his words, and they pushed out of him in a shaking sigh. "Still here. With you. I didn't—I didn't think it could feel like this."
Phil leaned down, kissing him tenderly as he let Matt get used to the feeling of having him inside of him. He sucked at Matt’s lower lip as he began to thrust slowly, moaning at the sensation. “Fuck… you feel amazing,” he whispered, hand sliding between them to stroke Matt’s cock again.
A long, low groan followed on the back of the praise, the kiss, and the slow drag of the cock inside him. It shouldn't have been possible for him to get hard again; he was not a young man. Yet there he was, feeling the stirrings as Phil closed his fingers around him. Matt hadn't known what to expect, except he was familiar with the sounds his lovers had made in the past. They were the same noises he was making now, shameless and debauched. "You, too. So, so good. Kiss me again?"
Phil was used to being the one giving orders, but there was no problem obeying Matt’s order as he leaned in to kiss Matt again. And then another time. Slow and lazy as he thrust into him, shifting as he rolled his hips so that his cock hit Matt’s prostate. “Could kiss you all night, Matt…”
"Please do," was the last coherent thing Matt said for a long, long time as Phil systematically and passionately disabled all of his speech centers.