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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 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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