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Cisco's not that nervous. It's not a date, after all; it's just trivia, and Cisco's going to buy Matt a drink and then they'll see where it goes from there. So he's not nervous.

Okay, maybe just a bit.

Josie's is a standard sort of American pub, TVs on the wall and top 40 music playing over the sound system. The atmosphere is casual, which is a relief since Cisco went ahead with his standard t-shirt/hoodie combo, opting for comfortable. It's not like he can impress Matt with the way he dresses anyway.

Showing his ID to the guy at the door, he heads toward the bar, more and more butterflies coming to life in his belly as he gets closer. He spots Matt immediately, recognizing him by the set of his shoulders and his perfect, shining hair. Taking a deep breath, Cisco approaches him, hoping Matt will like the cologne he selected, the scent of his conditioner. He knows Matt's other senses will be stronger to compensate for his blindness, and he wants to give Matt something he can identify him by, something pleasant.

Moving to stand just beside him, Cisco carefully touches the outside of Matt's upper arm, saying gently, "Matt?"

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Cisco was definitely not afraid, no. Astounded, yes, and even more curious about Matt's history, absolutely, but not at all scared. And the fact that Matt didn't seem particularly fazed by the meta he just took down (or the idea that metas exist, the fact of what they can do) bodes well, Cisco thinks. He's not chomping at the bit as far as sharing his own meta-human status, but he's seen what keeping that sort of thing from the person you're dating can do to a relationship, and if things even begin to get serious here, he's going to want to be honest with Matt, both about what he does and what he is.

He's snapped out of his reverie when Matt moves in close, lifting a hand and finding Cisco's jaw in a way that's not at all fumbling, like Matt knows exactly where Cisco is in space. Cisco doesn't have time to process anything before Matt is lowering his mouth over Cisco's, the press soft and shallow but heralding untold potential, promises for more, like the best teaser ever. Cisco's heart is hammering seconds later when Matt draws back, and he knows it was meant to be tantalizing, just a taste, but Cisco finds his lips chasing Matt's as they draw away, already longing for more.

"I, uh..." he says, then laughs softly, feeling breathless and dizzy. "That was really nice," he amends, his eyes moving over Matt's lips, noting the slight shine of saliva on them, making them even more alluring than usual.

They'll have to talk, probably sooner rather than later about what had happened. For now it was enough that they would have that opportunity, that they would have the chance to still explore what was slowly blossoming between them. And as much as he doesn't want to give up the distance between them he does, pulling back just a bit. No rushing this. Matt wants to take this nice and slow and do everything right for Cisco. He deserves that and so much more.

"Very nice," he agrees. "And I hope this still means we're on for movie night?"

Cisco can't imagine, considering everything they've been through on this first date, that there's anyone who would be able to say no to a second one. At least not anyone in their right mind.

"We are definitely on for movie night," he says, biting his lower lip around a grin. "But I have to warn you, I'm known for my not-so-smooth, yawn and put my arm around my date sort of moves."

Matt's laugh is easy as they begin walking again, this time his fingers curling a little more certainly around his elbow. "I'll consider myself warned. Or I'll just have to beat you to it."

He's going to kiss him again before the night is over. One soft, sweet kiss simply isn't enough. "I will let you pick the movies and I will bring the beer since you're going to be doing most of the talking." Or until they get too distracted to even worry about what's playing.

Honestly? He's hoping for the latter.

"Deal," Cisco replies, still smiling widely. He probably looks like a lunatic, grinning like the cat that ate the canary as he walks down the street, leading a blind man. Of course whatever anyone might think about the spectacle they make, they'd be way off. Matt doesn't need Cisco's help, for starters, and he's not really leading Matt anywhere, the two of them just walking aimlessly, wanting to spend a little more time together.

"Do you live near here?" Cisco asks idly, wondering if he can walk Matt home, maybe. He took a train here himself, and he's not going to be able to find the train station without the help of his GPS, so going out of his way isn't something that ever even enters his mind. Even if he ends up father away from where he needs to be, seeing Matt to his door makes something flutter in Cisco's belly that Cisco isn't about to ignore.

"If the next cross street is Racine, then yes. About two blocks." Matt is more than happy to have the company on the way home. Maybe even invite Cisco in while he calls him a cab so he can get back to his own place safely. After a random metahuman attack, he'd much rather err on the side of caution.

And if there's the additional bonus of spending a little more time with him? So much the better. "You can come in when we get there," he offers. "Use Uber or call a cab from my apartment. I'd feel better knowing you got home safe."

The next street is, in fact, Racine, and, as Matt hasn't directed him to make any turns, Cisco proceeds across it with Matt in tow. "Do you live on this street, or do I need to look for a turn?" he asks, knowing that Matt is more than able to lead him where they're going. Mostly Cisco just wants to remember the address. For future reference.

He wants to argue that the train is probably at least as safe as an Uber, but, unless metahumans are using taxis as a way to track down former employees of STAR Labs, he's probably wrong about that. And, on top of that, Cisco's not going to turn down an opportunity to see Matt's place, to spend even just a little more time with him, time alone.

"I think I'll take you up on that," he says, opting to forego the mildly terrible line that came to mind as well. "Thank you, Matt."

"I'm right there at the corner," he points towards the building in question. No sense in hiding that he knows exactly where they are. He'd given up all hope of that pretense the moment the metahuman threatened Cisco and.. he didn't regret doing so.

Matt fishes out his keys and lets them into the building, taking him up the stairs to his apartment door. "The lightswitch is in the hallway," he offers, hanging up his cane and taking off his glasses, setting them on the counter beside his keys. Everything is placed deliberately, careful and methodical as Matt moves inside, letting Cisco take a moment to orient himself.

Cisco knows a little bit about how blind people's other senses become sharper in order to compensate for their loss of sight, and he assumes Matt can hear things Cisco could never hope to unaided, but Matt's ability to know where they are, to sense what's coming, is starting to seem almost supernatural. It's not something that puts Cisco off guard (dealing with humans with superhuman abilities is kind of his thing), but it does make Cisco wonder if there's more to Matt's story that he doesn't know yet.

Of course there's more, he reminds himself. He and Matt have only just met, and it's not as if he's not keeping his own secrets. But, as even just a scientist, Cisco can't help how curious he is about how Matt does what he does.

Here in his own apartment, Matt walks around without any caution or hesitation, and it makes Cisco admire him that much more. His life will never be like it was before the particle accelerator exploded, but there are a lot of things in it that are still effortless easy and normal. It probably took Matt a long time to get to a place where he could relax and just be after his accident, and Cisco's not sure he's made of strong enough stuff to do something like that himself.

Flicking on the light switch, Cisco moves through Matt's living room, taking in the things that make it different than his own apartment. There's no television, no coffee table covered in books, no pictures on the walls. The furniture is on area rugs of different textures, and Cisco wonders if that's something Matt uses to orient himself in space. Crossing to the two big windows beside the couch, Cisco notices the light pouring in from outside is coming from a billboard that is so close to the building that it's like standing in the middle of Times Square.

"Can you see that billboard in your bedroom?" he asks as he turns around, then cringes and quickly rephrases. "I mean, is there a window tin there that faces the same direction as these ones?"

The laugh that comes from the kitchen is an amused one. "There's a reason the rent here was so cheap." Matt returns with two beers, offering Cisco one. "And it's not like the light bothers me." He's been blind long enough to have almost forgotten what life was like before and Matt was at peace with that. He also found that making a sly joke about his blindness now and then tended to put people more at ease with it and with him. If he was okay with it, they should be as well right?

"The bedroom is towards the back, so no. You wouldn't be able to see it from there." And for one wild moment, Matt is tempted to tell him to go back there and see for himself.

But he's getting ahead of himself. First date is probably a little too soon for thinking that way.

It's a nice apartment, spacious and clean, and Cisco can only imagine what a place like this would cost in this city if there wasn't a huge billboard outside that would make the place nearly uninhabitable by someone who didn't have the benefit of Matt's blindness. He knows Matt's a lawyer (and he's sure that lawyers make a lot more money than electrical engineers employed by research laboratories), but it sounds like even he would have a tough time affording this apartment if it weren't for the inconvenience discount.

He can't say he's not glad to hear that it's not as bright in the bedroom. It doesn't matter to Matt either way, and it's probably a bad idea to be thinking about things like this on a first date, but Cisco had immediately wondered what it would be like to sleep here, if he'd have to come up with a contingency to deal with the billboard when he stayed over.

Cisco clears his throat. "I'm glad to hear the bedroom doesn't suffer from the same problem," he says, lifting the beer Matt handed him to his nose so he can smell the flavors in it. "I mean, you know, for whenever you're entertaining," he adds with a nervous chuckle. He's making a joke, trying to deflect, not trying to imply that he thinks Matt might have any idea of taking him back there any time soon. The fact that he's thinking about that very eventuality is beside the point.

Laywers tend to make a decent living, unless you were part of a two man practice just getting off the ground with a clientele who was too poor to afford much and sometimes paid in goods rather than cash. But it was a good life and one he wouldn't trade for anything. He and Foggy got to put their degrees to damned good use and really help people.

"It's quieter and darker from what I've been told." A wry grin, "not that I'd know but the last time Foggy had one too many I let him crash back there while I took the couch because the light wouldn't bother me."

As Cisco takes a sip of the beer and sets it aside, Matt reaches for his wrist, gently tugging him in a little closer. He can take his time with the kiss, sinking his hands into his hair and exploring the soft curves of his lips.

It's probably pretty telling that Cisco feels an acute sense of relief when Matt mentions he knows about the ambient light level in the bedroom because Foggy's slept there before, not because his former (or current) lovers have told him so. It obviously doesn't mean that Matt hasn't taken people to bed since he's moved into this place, but Cisco's brain latches on to the information and runs gleefully away with it anyway.

He's about to comment on it (or tease Matt, maybe, about the sexual tension between him and Foggy), but then Matt reaches out and catches Cisco by the wrist, a quick, easy movement made without even the slightest bit of fumbling, and pulls him into a kiss. Cisco's mind goes completely blank the second Matt's lips find his, all the quips and contemplations alike falling into the ether, every synapse dedicated to feeling and tasting and experiencing this moment.

This is only their second kiss, but Cisco's already in love with Matt's mouth, his sweet, bee-stung lips and his perfect, straight teeth. Matt kisses like someone whose aim is to make an art of it, slow and gentle, searching and discovering. It's like Matt can read Cisco like a book, learning what Cisco likes so fast that it makes Cisco dizzy, his lips tingling and his heart racing. Cisco's hands find Matt's back, palms sliding over the fabric of his clothing, feeling the strength of Matt's muscles beneath the layers, bunching and flexing as his mouth works over Cisco's, very quickly taking him apart.

He very probably shouldn't be doing this. He should have invited him up so he could call for a ride and seen him off with the promise of another date soon. But the simple act of hearing Cisco move around his apartment, hearing the way his foot brushed one of the area rugs, Matt wasn't ready to let him go yet. His presence was warm and inviting and in the privacy of his apartment he could dedicate himself to a far more thorough kiss.

Cisco doesn't disappoint. His lips are warm and soft, parting so easily for him that Matt delves in without hesitation. Every hitch in his breath, every twitch in Cisco's fingers along his back, he makes note of every reaction, learning what he likes.

Eventually the need for air drives them apart and Matt just rests his forehead on Cisco's, breathing him in. "This is okay, right?" Please. Please be okay.

Cisco is so wrapped up in the kiss, every part of him focused on how Matt feels and tastes, that he feels even dizzier when Matt's lips break away, reality rushing back in abruptly. He blinks open his eyes but Matt's are still closed, his long eyelashes fanned out over his cheeks, lips kiss swollen and damp and beautiful, expression a little nervous. Normally a question like that would make Cisco laugh, as if there's any way a kiss that spectacular could be not okay, but Matt can't see his expression and Cisco doesn't want to risk Matt getting the wrong idea, so he manages to limit the reaction to a heavy exhale.

"It is so okay," he says, his hands smoothing down Matt's back and landing just above the waist of Matt's pants. "Like, so much more than okay," he adds, his body yearning to push close again, even closer than before, to feel every inch of Matt pressed up against him.

The kiss is absolutely intoxicating. Cisco is firm and warm in his arms and Matt can't get enough of the warm feel of his lips or the weight of his hair as he cards his fingers through it. The reassurance brings a smile to his lips and with the pressure of Cisco's hands at the small of his back, he's emboldened enough to move in closer, pressing their bodies together.

"Good. I'm.. I'm glad." Because he doesn't want him to leave tonight. It doesn't matter how far they get, as long as he stays. He's not ready for this to end.

Cisco makes a rough sound in the back of his throat when Matt steps closer, their bodies lined up from knee to sternum, and Cisco hopes Matt won't be upset by how turned on he is already, won't think Cisco's pathetic for getting hard after one kiss. He takes a deep, shaking breath, his arms tightening behind Matt's back, eyes moving over Matt's face.

"I don't do this kind of thing very often, go home with someone after a first date," Cisco tells Matt, his voice low and a little husky. "Or, you know, ever," he amends with a soft chuckle. "And I know it didn't even start out as a date, really, but..." He takes another breath, his gaze shifting down to Matt's gorgeous, kiss bruised mouth.

"I really like you, Matt. I really, really like you," he says, his heart thundering in his chest.

That sound goes straight to his groin and Matt presses in just a little closer, leaving no space between them. He's also pretty sure that Cisco can feel that he's not the only one hard right now. They had connected so easily and so completely, he was drawn to the warmth of his voice, the way he could hear a smile in his voice.

He keeps his hands low and tight at Cisco's hips as he smiles back, chasing his lips for another soft kiss. "Good. Because I like you too, and I don't exactly do this either." His breathing is ragged, voice thick with want as he steals another kiss. "Stay. Don't go tonight."

It's equal parts comforting and arousing, feeling Matt's erection pressing into his own, and Cisco trembles as he fights the urge to grind forward against it, trying to maintain just a modicum of decorum despite the desire to drag Matt back to his bedroom and rip all his clothes off. It's going so fast, and Cisco's never felt ready to go to bed with someone this quickly, but the chemistry between them is insane, their compatibility off the charts. Maybe they won't end up having sex, but if they do, Cisco is completely, so much more than okay with it.

"Yeah," Cisco says, pushing in for a quick, wet kiss of his own. "I don't want to go," he adds, his lips still brushing Matt's when he speaks. "I don't want to stop kissing you. Or touching you," he tells Matt, his palms smoothing up and down Matt's back, feeling the heavy muscle shift under his touch.

Matt isn't sure where they're going to end up, but he doesn't want to stop, doesn't want to give up an instant of this heat, this connection. His tie was long since removed and shoved in his messenger bag and he makes quick work of the buttons on his own shirt, pulling it off and tossing it aside before kissing Cisco again. "So don't. I don't want you to."

They back up slowly until Cisco is stopped by the couch. Good. Not exactly the bedroom but it's a good place to start and Matt slides his hands beneath the hem of Cisco's shirt, fingers spanning along warm, firm skin.

Cisco's not sure where this is going exactly, not until Matt moves to pull off his own shirt, leaving him topless. It's probably a good thing that Matt rushes in to kiss him again, because otherwise Cisco would have ended up standing there staring, admiring Matt's sculpted chest and stomach with his mouth agape.

Cisco thinks about taking his own shirt off, but Matt urges him back across the room before he has a chance, not stoping until Cisco's knees hit the couch. He pulls Matt toward him as Matt's hands slip onto the skin of his lower back, taking Matt's mouth in a deep, wet kiss, only breaking free when he's finally forced to breathe. Panting softly, he takes a look at Matt's body, his eyes moving along Matt's flushed, naked torso.

"Take my shirt off?" he asks softly, knowing he won't feel as gorgeous and strong as Matt looks, but wanting â needing â Matt's hands on him anyway.

Matt needs more to touch, to feel the warm press and slide of skin against skin and there was no better way to make his intentions known than to get his shirt off and out of the way. Their kisses only grow in intensity and need and he wants to taste his skin, to feel the way Cisco shifts and moves while he's touching him.

A smile against his lips as he helps Cisco get his shirt off, pausing to smooth sensitive fingers down the curve of his shoulders all the way to his fingertips. His hands change course, starting at Cisco's navel and working slowly back up again. Mapping him out, learning the lines of him and how he reacts. He smiles again, kissing him. "Incredible."

Cisco can't help the way he shivers when Matt helps him pull his shirt off on one quick, smooth motion, leaving Cisco's hair a scattered mess around his face. He stands still, holding his breath as Matt reaches out with both hands, each one finding a shoulder and following the lines of Cisco's arms all the way down until he brushes past the ends of Cisco's fingers.

Cisco takes a quick inhalation just as Matt's hands land on his abdomen, unable to keep himself from sucking in his stomach, knowing it won't make a difference. There's no reason for Cisco to compare his physique to Matt's, and he knows Matt isn't going to change his mind about this because Cisco doesn't have six pack abs, but he can't help feeling a little inadequate, as ingrained as that sentiment has always been.

But Matt doesn't seem even a little disappointed by Cisco's soft belly, or his relatively weak chest. It makes Cisco wonder about the sorts of people Matt's been with up to now, how many other men he's touched like this, if he was expecting chest hair, if Cisco's foreskin will surprise him. Of course that sort of touch is a least a little ways off still, and Matt doesn't seem like the kind of guy to be shocked by very many things. The kind little compliment he breathes against Cisco's lips makes Cisco tremble softly, and Cisco loses himself in a kiss he initiates this time, both hands cupping Matt's jaw and holding him close, letting Matt feel how much he appreciates Matt's acceptance of him, just as he is.

It's one thing that's always made Matt a little different in the world of relationships. Yes, Foggy always badgers him that he seems to inevitably find "the hot one in the room" but that was more due to confidence, to presence than how someone looked. He's been blind most of his life so visual things like appearance have never really mattered to him. What matters is different. The tone of Cisco's voice, the warmth in his laughter and how free and easy it sounds and his impossibly brilliant mind.

This is moving fast but he has no intention of making this any sort of one night fling. Cisco is already too important to him.

His hands fall back to Cisco's waist, to the warm and soft skin there as they linger over that wonderful kiss. When the need for air drives them apart he smiles against his lips, fingers dipping just below the line of Cisco's jeans. "Will you let me? I mean.. can I touch you?"

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