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"No point in doing anything halfway," he quips in response, as he's led back to where the cake sits. He'd been a little nervous about the bakery getting the decorations right, and he still has no way of knowing whether they used plenty of blue icing like he asked. But Steve seems to be genuinely pleased with it, and that's really the only thing that matters.

For a second, Matt's confused about why his friend cut himself a piece but stopped short of getting any utensils, but the happy noises answer that question soon enough. And Matt has to laugh at the enthusiasm and impatience.

He also can't avoid the rush of blood to his cheeks when Steve slides a frosting-covered finger down his nose. The first words into his head come out of his mouth before he can think to stop them. "What, am I not naturally sweet enough for you?"

At the teasing words, Steve paused a little, wondering quickly if Matt meant the innuendo with them or not. The latter, surely, unless there were confessions they needed to voice on both ends here. Never in his wildest dreams had he considered Matt having feelings for him, though, especially not with all the other options around them. He noticed sometimes the way Karen let her eyes linger but Steve couldn't blame her when Matt tended to light up everything around him so easily.

"I'd have to test and see," Steve finally responded with, using a rare burst of emotional bravery to test the waters and see if Matt only meant it as a joke.

If only his rapidly beating heart would calm down some, especially because Matt could pick up on it. How would he keep hiding things with Matt's enhanced abilities resting between them?

Matt Murdock is a fool, and he knows this about himself. Yet that knowledge never seems to help when he's faced with the option of jumping off the cliff in front of him or turning back. Because turning back is never going to be the choice he makes.

So he takes one small step forward, and it's good that he can hear the way Steve's heart pounds, because it's the thing that pushes him to take a chance. "Then I guess you'd better do that."

His own pulse is thrumming so fast that the sound of it muffles some of the noise from outside. This is his best friend, close enough to be almost a part of him. If he's wrong, if Steve declares himself to be joking and laughs at Matt's response, it'll break his heart but he'll be all right. Because Steve has promised to never desert him, and he always keeps his word.

The smile reminded on his face despite the slight panic roaring to life within him, anticipation fluttering wildly in his stomach to twist it all into knots. A reaction he last felt with Peggy during the service years ago but it ended up not working out. In a way, he wondered if somehow he felt things for Matt all along and just hadn't realized. Could it be why relationships never worked? No one ever compared to Matt Murdock.

"Okay," he murmured, proud his voice sounded more steady than he felt. Moving forward, he reached out to cup Matt's cheek. One moment and their relationship would change forever. "If you want me to stop," he continued, trailing off but moving slowly in case Matt wanted to change his mind. If he didn't, though, he'd have lips softly pressed to his and a soft exhale of relief.

Matt isn't the type to change his mind in a panic when faced with the unknown, and a kiss from his lifelong best friend isn't going to be the thing that changes him. It just might change his life, though, because the moment Steve's lips meet his, he feels a surge of emotion that almost overwhelms him.

Emboldened by that feeling, he slides his arm around Steve's waist, the other hand resting light against his chest. As they part from that first hesitant kiss, a little smile grows on Matt's face. He tastes like sugar and beer and a hint of spice.

"Nope." Quite the opposite, in fact. Rather than stopping, he'd very much like to do it again. And so he does, pressing his lips to Steve's a little more firmly, fingers curling into the man's shirt.

Just as he expected, the first brush of lips changed everything but in a way Steve never anticipated. He dared to hope but the strength of the spark and the multitude of the heat could only be thought of as the beginning of an addiction. With a soft exhale, he returned the second kiss, tentatively running his hands up and down Matt's back while their lips moved together. How had he managed so long in his life without this? It took far too long for him to realize what Matt really meant to him in the first place. His best friend had been there through everything and maybe now they could start yet another chapter together. There were still plenty of things to figure out with certain nighttime activities but they could settle it later, after his birthday.

The kiss continued until he needed to breathe and even then he stayed close to Matt. "Wow," he murmured with a soft laugh. "Never felt that from just a kiss." His hand gripped onto the back of Matt's shirt as he pressed kisses to his neck. "Much sweeter than the cake," he murmured in between the nips and kisses.

"Did you want to actually eat the cake? Am I distracting you?"

The brush of lips to his neck pulls a soft sigh from Matt, as he tilts his head encouragingly. All he wants is to melt into this man, be wrapped up in him, and he realizes now that this isn't a new feeling. Just a new way of looking at it.

"What cake?" he asks with a grin, hand sliding down Steve's back until he can touch the line of bare skin between shirt and waistband. "Definitely wow. If I'd known you kissed like that..."

God, all of the moments he's already missed. If only he could go back in time and collect the thousands of kisses they could have shared.

"How do you feel about taking this to the couch?"

Being on leave made him feel lost as many told him it would because returning to civilian life meant a change of pace and a loss of a firm direction. Not everyone found their way again, either falling through the cracks or finding a way to play a new part. For Steve, though, he had something not everyone had -- a light to guide him through each and every round of darkness creeping his way.

Matt changed everything.

Nodding his head, he walked them over towards the couch, heart beating wildly against his ribcage the entire time. How had he gotten so lucky now? "I'm kinda afraid I've fallen asleep or something." He used to have a lot of wistful dreams when the nightmares were kept at bay.

Tentatively he leaned in to kiss Matt again, pressing closer.

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