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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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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?"