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1
Trucy had the world’s greatest Daddy. Of this, she was absolutely certain. Their relationship was about as open and honest as it was possible for any father-daughter relationship to be. She trusted him completely, and if he didn’t want to talk about something then she knew there was a good reason why. She took interest in everything he did.
Almost everything.
Technically what happened wasn’t his fault at all. Trucy got home from school early due to the air conditioning system breaking down, or something like that. She was fairly certain that he’d be out on one of his trips for his top-secret mission, or otherwise preoccupied with poker or piano playing. She was going to take this time to snoop around his room and check stuff out – she needed the practice if she wanted to be useful to Apollo in searching crime scenes. That last case had been a close call, after all. What would have happened if they hadn’t found that receiver on the second sweep?
She wasn’t really thinking much, her mind preoccupied with so many other things, like food and homework and the next show she had at eight. It didn’t occur to her to knock before entering his room. Again, she didn’t actually expect him to be home. How was she to know?
It took her a minute to figure out what was going on. She wasn’t all that naïve or innocent. She was almost sixteen, for god’s sake, she knew what the hell masturbation was. It just wasn’t ever the first thing on her mind.
From the way her Daddy was panting, she honestly thought at first that he might have been in pain. His hands were down around his abdomen, one of them slowly made its way up to his chest. Was it a stabbing? A shooting?
She was glad she thought twice about bursting into the room and panicking full throttle. He made a noise that she thought at first was a groan, but something about it just sounded…off. Her eyes caught the movement of his hand jerking up and down and –
Oh, god. She was frozen at the door, horrified. She must have known somewhere in her brain that her Daddy did this because everyone did this, but seeing it first hand was an altogether different story. This was a side of her Daddy that she never wanted to see to begin with and it took all her strength to not immediately shriek at her revelation and slam the door. Her embarrassment was enough without dragging him into it. If they weren’t on speaking terms, Apollo would surely pick up on that and that was honestly the last thing that she wanted or needed.
And oh god no, now she was imagining Apollo doing it, face all red and being even louder than usual, his hair slightly wilted and his mouth open – No, Trucy, stop it!
Trucy pulled the door closed quietly and slowly, tiptoeing back as softly as possible and was for once thankful that Bullets wasn’t allowed to live in their office-slash-home. She breathed a sigh of relief, but she clearly had proverbially spoken too soon. Before she could get the door completely shut tight, she heard her Daddy cover his mouth to muffle the name that came out.
Trucy was going to need to bribe so much alcohol from the skeevy bartender that always worked her shows. She didn’t think she could get through the set without it. And she was now fairly certain about two things: one, she would never again go into her Daddy’s room without knocking; and two, she would never masturbate again as long as she lived. This image was now permanently seared into her brain.
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Phoenix was embarrassed and angry with himself. This was ridiculous, he wasn’t fourteen anymore, and even when he was fourteen he didn’t act like this. There had to be a better solution than fantasizing about the other man and jacking off when Apollo or Trucy could walk in at literally any minute. And knowing the luck he’d had over the past few years, it was bound to happen sooner or later. Sure, he’d probably get a kick out of the look on Apollo’s flustered face, but he couldn’t afford to scar Trucy for life like that.
That was only part of the reason he covered his mouth when he came. He’d been told he could be rather loud in bed, and if anybody had even the slightest idea of who his mind wandered to when he was pleasuring himself (and, if he was going to be honest, even when he wasn’t), his reputation and credibility would be forever ruined. Everything he’d been working to build to get his life back to some semblance of normalcy would disappear in an instant.
He wiped himself off and did his best not to scream. Why was this bothering him so much? He’d never been like this before. Was it the taboo? The knowledge that this was someone he simply couldn’t have? Phoenix wasn’t going to lie, he found him attractive. Not just physically; he loved the snark, the intelligence, those moments of complete and utter confidence as well as the uncertainty and fear.
And this was always where his stomach dropped, realizing just how hopeless he was in the end. Nobody got to choose these sorts of things, but indulging the way he had been was like fruitless encouragement.
He stood up to pull his underwear back on and find his pants. Trucy would be home soon, and he didn’t want to be caught with his pants literally down. It was possible she wouldn’t get the implications, but she told almost everything to Apollo and wouldn’t that just be the icing on top of the cake? He was stuck, one way or the other, and all he could hope was that this thing, this whole operation, was either a major success or a fantastic failure. The sooner he could admit his attraction and move on, the better. With one last mental boot to the head, Phoenix slipped his sandals on and made his way to the front room to pretend he’d been asleep this whole time.
2
Phoenix wasn’t going to pretend that hiding his attraction was easy. He’d thought that being out of the office so much would make it easier. When he spent only a limited amount of time there, it wouldn’t take as much effort to hide his feelings.
But again, that’s just what he thought. The truth of the matter was that his continuous absence and sudden reappearance somehow made it all worse, and he didn’t even know that was possible. He guessed that the lack of exposure and the lack of confrontation with his feelings actually made him more susceptible to them – not more resilient. Now every time Apollo entered the room, Phoenix felt like he was having a heart attack. He believed he was fairly successful in covering for these sudden bursts of emotion, but it wasn’t easy and it was difficult for him to remain confident in his ability to keep them hidden. Apollo didn’t seem to be leaving any time soon, and Phoenix was frankly running out of options.
He swore on some days that Apollo knew and was purposefully torturing him – like the day where he finally completely lost it. He couldn’t remember, in the aftermath, exactly what had sparked it. But since it was Apollo, it probably involved a snarky comment on Phoenix’s behalf. The jibes would have hurt him if he didn’t know that, by now, they were only meant to be a lighthearted joke. Edgeworth would have had a field day – at first for Phoenix breaking, and then for him ever allowing his employee to speak to him that way. Truth be told, both “employee” and “let” would have to be used extremely lightly. Phoenix helped manage cases, but outside of that, Apollo was a free agent. Phoenix didn’t hold reigns on him in the same way Edgeworth did with the younger prosecutors and Detective Gumshoe. It wasn’t his style…but maybe it should have been.
He didn’t remember turning to face Apollo, let alone allowing his hands to cup around Apollo’s cheeks, pushing him back into the wall and angling the younger attorney’s head so that the position was more adept for kissing. He didn’t remember pushing their lips together, he didn’t remember his tongue poking at Apollo’s lips until they slid open, and he certainly didn’t remember touching Apollo’s tongue with his own.
All Phoenix remembered was pulling away with the sudden, crashing realization of what he’d just done.
Phoenix was sick with himself, but he had to be gentle when he dropped his hands and pushed himself away, because the absolute last thing he needed to do was have Apollo think this was his own fault in some way. He had to cover his mouth to keep from berating himself aloud, avoiding all eye contact with Apollo until he could find his way to the couch and cover his entire face with his hands. He was trying to count to ten, to calm himself down, when he felt the weight of the couch shift next to him. He kept messing up his countdown, distracted by thoughts of Oh my god and How could I do that?
“Mr. Wright?” Apollo’s voice was deeper than normal. It was somehow both enticing and terrifying and Phoenix really didn’t want to look over, not until he had a gameplan that went farther than saying I’m sorry Apollo, I fucked up. And he probably could have kept up the gambit if Apollo hadn’t leaned right into his ear and said, definitively, his name; “Phoenix.”
He finally let the hands slide down from his face enough to be able to breathe out of his nose, but he had no intention of looking at – Oh Jesus Christ, Apollo pulled his head around to kiss him properly and he couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t contain his enthusiasm, half laying on top of Apollo with his hands balled into fists in the other man’s hair.
But he still hadn’t opened his eyes. He was fairly certain that this was a dream and he was going to wake up and be horrified or heartbroken or something else, but that could come later if only he kept his eyes closed for now. But this was just another plan of Phoenix’s Apollo managed to destroy when Apollo’s thigh rubbed against his crotch and Phoenix made a squealing sound into Apollo’s mouth. With his eyes open Phoenix could see that Apollo’s hair was sticking up in the back from where he’d mussed it, grabbing on too tight. His eyes were wide, his pupils filling them up and his face bright red, sweat on his neck and his chest was heaving.
He looked terrified. Not in a Please don’t do this to me way but in a Please don’t not do this to me way. It was appalling and endearing and a little bit sad that Apollo thought Phoenix might just laugh him off or reject him when he was the one who practically attacked Apollo in the hallway. But there was something like reverence in his eyes, something Phoenix knew wasn’t there due to hero worship because that had long since been thrown out the window, and seeing it there made his heart ache in a funny and kind of pleasant way, and he had to dive back in to keep blurting I love you like an embarrassed schoolgirl with her first crush.
It wasn’t that much of a safer choice; he found that he was mouthing it against Apollo’s lips and his cheek and when Apollo’s mouth made it to his neck he thought he might have hallucinated him mouthing back you too.
It surprised him that Apollo was the one to make the next move, dipping his hand down Phoenix’s pants with one hand and actually pushing them down with the other, drawing his cock out and running his hand over it. Phoenix shivered and stopped breathing for a minute, fumbling with his hands shaking trying to undo Apollo’s pants so he wouldn’t be the only one exposed.
Apollo tried wrapping his hand around the both of them but couldn’t seem to get a rhythm. Phoenix finally managed to get his balance back, grabbing tightly onto Apollo’s hips and grinding into him. Apollo made a high-pitched keening sound and bucked back into him, his hands moving from their dicks to Phoenix’s shoulders, pulling him down further and nearly pushing himself onto his side, back to the back of the couch. Phoenix thrust against him and Apollo made another sound, a longer and deeper moan that nearly made Phoenix give in. Phoenix slid his hands down Apollo’s back, dipping beneath his boxers, grabbing his bare ass. Apollo moaned desperately, his nails digging into Phoenix’s shoulders as he started coming against his own stomach. Phoenix had managed to get his tongue in the other man’s mouth again, the vibrations doing nothing but making his spine tingle pleasantly and ground into Apollo’s hips once more before releasing.
There were a lot of things they could have said that would have simultaneously killed the moment and made them feel inexplicably awkward. Doing so would have been immensely in-character, but somehow they both managed to keep their mouths shut, enjoying the feeling of each other’s breathing slowing down.
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After three long months of poor attempts to hide the awkwardness she felt around her Daddy (which she passed off as being the product of a crush on some boy at school), Trucy had finally managed to knock the image from her skull. Oh, sure, she could still conjure it up – why she would want to was a mystery, but it wasn’t like the memory was repressed. She just wasn’t worrying about it anymore. She had too much work to accomplish, between school and her shows and helping Apollo out with cases, to really think about it.
She should have known to be more paranoid, though – that was something Daddy was always telling her, and it seemed to be how he managed to keep himself alive for as long as he had. But she let her guard down and didn’t knock before entering her damn home, so she was greeted by the sight of her dad’s naked ass, humping…someone into the back of the couch. She didn’t think sounds without words could be so damn loud, but she turned bright red and slammed the door. She didn’t manage to catch who her Daddy was with, and she really didn’t care.
But if she saw them one more time, somebody was going to get smacked.
3
Apollo probably should not have started up an affair with his boss.
Well, “affair” probably wasn’t the right word. Affairs normally referred to cheating, and as far as he knew neither he nor Mr. Wright was in a relationship. And he was fairly certain neither one of them was in it for the sex. How could they be – they hadn’t really had any.
It had been nice – amazing – to be able to finally let go of his fears and restraints that held him back from jumping the older man every time they were alone in the same room together. Phoenix had been making a clear effort to avoid that situation beforehand, and Apollo had become desperately worried that he’d done something wrong. He didn’t know why Mr. Wright would hate him, but it was the only logical explanation.
And then what happened happened and he got lightheaded and distracted beyond compare if he ever began to entertain the notion that the reason Phoenix avoided him was because he wanted to touch Apollo as much as Apollo wanted to touch him. And then there were the words he mouthed out on Apollo’s skin that still made him shiver and heat up.
They’d managed to stay curled up together, kissing endlessly for far longer than they probably should have been. Phoenix’s pulling away was sudden so he could look at his watch and swear, mentioning that Trucy would be back home soon. Apollo was panicked too – Trucy and he had similar skills in the area of perception, and he was just hoping to god that she wouldn’t use that trait against them. He tried to control his breathing while sitting at the desk, trying not to look at Mr. Wright so often and realizing that he was doing the same. Apollo didn’t want to disappoint himself by thinking that the look in his eyes was something like hopefulness.
But by now he had to call a spade a spade. Mr. Wright – Phoenix – kept sending him these looks that weren’t exactly lustful but were distracting nonetheless. Well, sometimes they were lustful, but they never really had the time to act on them. Usually in the few minutes they had together without Trucy was in the room they’d exchange a few brief kisses or hold hands for a moment. They’d gotten good enough by now to subtly change positions so Trucy couldn’t tell what they’d been doing.
Still, Apollo sometimes wondered if she somehow knew about what had happened. She gave Phoenix an awfully intimidating look that completely bewildered him, but if she knew anything she didn’t say. She didn’t give Apollo those frightening looks either, so if she suspected her dad was up to something at all, she clearly didn’t think Apollo was involved.
“You’ve been giving you dad strange looks a lot lately,” he noted one day while waiting for a client at the detention center. “Did he lose some of your magic equipment or something?”
Trucy blushed. Apollo had seen her cheeks go pink before, but never like this. Her entire face was flushed crimson, and Apollo thought it was a very good thing that it took a lot to embarrass Trucy. He didn’t think even he turned that red, and nearly everything was embarrassing to him. “I don’t want to talk about it,” she said darkly.
“Are you sure?” Apollo offered. “I know it can be difficult to talk to your dad about some things. I guess all teenagers have that problem, the ones with parents anyway.” Trucy raised an eyebrow at him, clearly hoping he’d get to the point and shut up. Apollo sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I just mean, if there’s ever anything on your mind, and you don’t want to talk to Mr. Wright about it, you can always tell me.”
He went back to looking ahead of him, wondering how lame what he just said would sound to a fifteen year-old girl.
Much to his surprise, Trucy just said, “Thanks.” And it actually sounded like she meant it.
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By some miracle of the gods, Apollo and Phoenix managed to find a time when they were both free and Trucy was away and they could finally have an honest-to-god date.
Of course, Apollo was well aware they couldn’t talk to anyone about this, no matter how much Apollo wanted to ask everyone within reach for advice (Klavier seemed to get what he was going at anyway, and told him something that was useful for a change). He understood, although he hated the notion that there was something wrong with dating Phoenix Wright. Of course he knew how it would look on the outside, but there were so many things about the case that lost him his badge that were just wrong and corrupt to the point where Apollo thought his continued disbarment was a total joke. But they wanted him to retake the test, and Phoenix was fare more accepting of that than Apollo was.
Apollo was nervous and jittery, having never actually been on a date before. He’d had significant others, but up until recently he’d spent his whole life in school, and interning for Kristoph hadn’t left him with a lot of free time. “Dating” had mostly translated into “let’s make out on your couch while your roommate’s out.” That was what he and Phoenix had done, but this was…different.
He couldn’t explain why. It just was.
Apollo hadn’t been shooting for anything fancy since they were just having dinner at his place, but he was more than a little blown away to realize that Phoenix had actually shaved and put on nice clothes to come over. As soon as the door was closed he had Apollo in a tight embrace, lips pressed tightly to one another. His breathing was labored when he managed to pull away, and any doubts he’d had of what if this doesn’t work out had faded away completely. Neither one of them would be here tonight if they didn’t think they were interested enough to have something concrete.
Over dinner they talked about everything from ridiculous cases to break-ups with their exes. Phoenix had tried to go the friends-with-benefits route once, and realized it just wouldn’t work for him. Apollo admitted that someone had to be able to stimulate him intellectually in order to stimulate him sexually. Which Phoenix took as a challenge.
Phoenix found topics on everything of the sort to debate with Apollo, and occasionally they even found themselves switching sides for the sheer purpose of continuing the argument. It wasn’t vitriolic in the least; it was nothing short of the easiest and most effective distractions strategy Apollo had ever seen. He couldn’t remember moving, but somehow they’d made it back to his bedroom and half their clothes were gone, only snipping out witty retorts during breaths of air. He didn’t think he’d ever been so turned on before.
Nonetheless, it was Apollo’s goal to have this relationship and this date especially be long-lasting, and if they had sex now he was about ninety-eight percent sure that he’d fall asleep. And it was only seven o’clock at night – a twenty-three year-old falling asleep at seven in the evening was just pathetic. So instead of directing his lover to the supplies he’d put nervously in his bedside table almost three days ago, he slid down the other man’s body, removing his briefs, and licked the slit of his cock.
“Jesus,” Phoenix hissed, his hands tugging Apollo’s hair harshly. Apollo smirked and licked a stripe from base to tip. He covered the head with his mouth, sucking harshly. Phoenix bit his lip and tried not to fuck Apollo’s mouth. Apollo smile, hand at the base of the shaft dragging against the sensitive skin to meet his mouth. Apollo nearly removed his mouth altogether, tongue playing with the slit at the end. Instead he bobbed back down, taking in more as saliva began to build up at the corners of his mouth, dripping down his chin. Apollo swallowed around the length and Phoenix nearly blacked out. He could have sworn he saw stars that were probably just the dots at the back of his vision. How long had it been since he’d done this?
Phoenix knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, not when – Jesus Christ was Apollo deep throating him?! He felt a little jealous as his mind wandered and wondered who and where and when Apollo would have learned to do that. Apollo made a noise in the back of his throat that sounded like amusement, and Phoenix actually heard himself whimper at the feeling of the vibrations. He wanted to hold out for longer, but Apollo had a way of making him lose control completely. He didn’t even manage to get out a warning, not that Apollo seemed to need one. He swallowed when Phoenix was done and even wiped his chin, licking of the remnants that hadn’t quite made it in his mouth. If Phoenix were any younger and his refractory period any shorter, he might’ve been hard again.
Instead he leaned forward to kiss Apollo and possibly say something stupid, but their words were cut off by a noise from the kitchen in the small apartment. From the look in his eyes, Phoenix guessed that Apollo already knew who or what was making the noise. He climbed off the bed, awkwardly putting his pants back on, and threw a “Stay here” at Phoenix before leaving the room.
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It had taken her a lot of thinking over, but Trucy finally decided she wanted to take Apollo up on his offer. So long, of course, as he didn’t tell her Daddy anything. She had a key to Apollo’s apartment and knew he was on a date (not that he’d told her so much, but it was easy to tell with him; his whole body was practically buzzing in excitement). She could just hang around until he got back – she’d managed to get the Wonder Bar to change the times of her show, and she’d told her father she’d be going over to a friend’s afterwards. He’d assumed this friend was Jinxie, and she didn’t correct him.
She’d made her way to Apollo’s cluttered table to remove her hat and gloves – they got so sweaty when she was on stage. She was about to add the cape to her collection of discarded clothing items when she heard a noise that was, by now, all too uncomfortably familiar to her.
Oh. Shit. It hadn’t occurred to her that Apollo might want to do things with his date. Her cheeks were flaring up, but what was she supposed to do now? She couldn’t just drop in on Jinxie like that – she’d nearly had a heart attack the last time Trucy did – but she also couldn’t just go home. Her Daddy would have too many questions that she hadn’t had time to fabricate the answers to, and with this newest addition to her Oh God I Wish I Hadn’t Heard That memory bank, she wasn’t sure she’d even be able to talk to him. And if she blurted out what she’d heard here tonight, her Daddy might take it out on Apollo when this was clearly Trucy’s fault. She should have knocked or rang the doorbell or something first instead of just barging in. You’d think she would have learned.
And then Trucy had an idea. A terrible one that made her skin feel hot although her shoulders were now bare. She’d have to be extremely careful not to get caught, because this was something she couldn’t tell even Apollo. If anyone found out why she was watching – someone would be going to jail, and she would be grounded for probably the rest of her life.
But all she wanted was the tips, the example, because she’d never done that before and she wanted to be prepared for when she finally did make her move. So she stood in the hallway and, slowly, peeked in.
Apollo was kneeling up on the floor, his head between someone’s legs. When he pulled his head back she could see exactly what he was doing – giving someone a blow job. She turned her head away and closed her eyes, trying not to let her mind wander and think about who Apollo was with and would she have some sort of competition? She breathed and reminded herself that this probably wasn’t who she thought it was – she knew where he was tonight, and she was fairly certain Apollo would be on the receiving end if they were together.
She pushed those thoughts as far away from her mind as she could. She was here to take notes.
Apollo licked at the tip of erect penis he was holding, and the owner’s hands shot out, grabbing onto his hair roughly. She’d have thought it was painful, but Apollo was smiling; maybe things felt different in the heat of the moment. She watched as Apollo bobbed his head up and down, taking a little more in each time and leaving behind a wet, glossy sheen for every time he pulled away. Then, suddenly, he slid forward and took the entire thing in his mouth. His partner was having a hard time not bucking up into his face, but Apollo was too busy concentrating on getting situated in this new position to really notice. She watched as Apollo touched the other man’s testicles and tried to memorize what he was doing so she could replicate it later – wait, was he swallowing? With that thing in his mouth? How was he doing that?
His partner didn’t hold out for much longer, and she watched with intent as Apollo patiently held the tip in his mouth and pumped the shaft. And then she watched, disgusted, as he actually swallowed the ejaculate.
She’d taken all the notes she needed for now, and forced herself to walk back out into the front room with legs that felt like they were made of lead. She couldn’t tell Apollo anymore about having walked in on her Daddy – not now that she’d walked in on and then watched Apollo have sex with…whoever that was, she didn’t really care. So she formed another lie in her head to ask questions about (the boy at school she supposedly had a crush on), and dropped a frying pan on the floor to get Apollo’s attention without embarrassing either of them more than was necessary.
4
Navigating their relationship around Trucy was only getting more difficult. It was summer now, and while Trucy still had shows she no longer had school, and any time not spent at the Wonder Bar was spent at home. It was difficult for Phoenix to come up with an excuse to go to Apollo’s, and even if he had one Trucy would notice if he was taking too long on an errand. Obviously, they couldn’t do much in the office – not with Trucy hanging around or always so close by.
Although they were afraid of Trucy finding out, the only thing she had noticed so far was that they were talking more often. “It’s like you two are actually getting along!” she was beaming at them, so Phoenix smirked and ruffled Apollo’s hair before she could start hinting at them.
“Would it really be so bad?” Apollo mumbled one afternoon. Phoenix was sitting on the couch, studying. He didn’t respond properly, only humming as if it were a question. “If Trucy knew. About us.”
The pen he’d been tapping against the book in his lap stopped. Apollo could feel his stomach churning, and it only got worse when the noise stopped.
“I’m not embarrassed of you, if that’s what you’re afraid of.”
Apollo blushed and looked away, even though they hadn’t been keeping eye contact. “That obvious, huh?”
Phoenix shook his head. “I think I know you pretty well by now. But actually, I was just thinking of the things I’d be afraid of.”
Apollo turned in his seat a bit, biting his lip. “I understand why you don’t want anyone else knowing.”
“Not now, maybe later, when things are different –“
“But she’s your daughter. Would she really tell anyone else about it?”
He couldn’t read the emotions in Phoenix’s back – he was completely still. Phoenix slid his pen in between the pages of his textbook and closed it. He turned to sit on the couch improperly, to better face Apollo. “That’s…not what I’m worried about, Apollo,” he admitted.
“You don’t think she’d take it well?” His knees were bouncing up and down in anxiety. Never in his life did he think he’d want so badly to be accepted by a sixteen year-old.
Phoenix hummed. “I don’t really know how she’d take the news, but there’s…something else I have to tell her first.” He sighed, and rubbed his temples. It was the first time Apollo had seen Phoenix take his hat off while still fully clothed. He was about to make a comment on it when Phoenix continued, “Actually, I have something I have to tell the both of you, first.”
Apollo raised an eyebrow. “Don’t tell me you’re married?” It was sarcastic, but a question nonetheless.
Phoenix snorted. “Don’t be ridiculous, Apollo. Of course I’m not married.”
“Then I think I’ll be fine with whatever it is you have to say.”
It was weird, having Phoenix not look at him after weeks of talking like normal human beings for a change, in between clandestine kisses that still meant as much, even if they weren’t so frequent any more. “I wouldn’t speak too soon about that,” he said sadly.
The bracelet around Apollo’s wrist was nearly cutting off circulation. “Jesus – whatever it is, I promise, I won’t be too mad.”
Phoenix swallowed, still not quite meeting Apollo’s eyes. “Alright,” he said softly. “Well.. first of all, Lamiroir. She’s…Thalassa Gramarye.”
So far, this wasn’t news. “Uh, okay.” Phoenix was biting his lip, still scared to go further. “What about her?”
He breathed out quickly, almost like a huff but not nearly agitated enough to qualify. “She’s your mother, Apollo.” When Apollo didn’t answer, he continued. “She’s Trucy’s mother, as well. Meaning that the two of you are half-siblings.”
Phoenix was afraid to look at Apollo. He didn’t think Apollo would hit him again (although he could be wrong about that), but even if he did, Phoenix couldn’t blame him. He knew this information must have hurt a lot. He was afraid to see that in Apollo’s eyes, knowing that he was once again the reason it was there. But Apollo was so quiet that Phoenix had to turn around, had to make sure he was even in the room and that Phoenix wasn’t talking to himself.
Apollo was looking down at the ground, hands folded in between his knees. Phoenix couldn’t tell if he was crying, or just contemplating something. “I’m sorry it took me so long to tell you,” the words were out of his mouth before he could censor them. No excuse was a good one here, and he knew that. “She didn’t want you to know – Thalassa, I mean. She didn’t want either of you to know…I’m not sure why, really. Maybe she wanted to be the one to tell you,” Phoenix swallowed, looking away again. Part of him wished that he hadn’t said anything. There was no way their relationship, fragile as it was already, was going to be able to survive this. “But I don’t think I could tell her one thing without telling her the other. And to keep it from you any longer would just be…more dishonest.” He swallowed, and began to fidget with a sheet of paper sticking out of his law book. He wished, not for the first time, that Mia was there to give him advice. “I’m sorry,” he said again, quieter this time.
Apollo was silent for a while. And then he said, voice thinly laced with humor, “Well that makes a lot of sense.”
“Oh?” Phoenix didn’t want to get his hopes up. He really, really didn’t want to get his hopes up, but he still felt his chest growing lighter and a tingling in his ears, blushing.
“Well,” he licked his lips slowly, thinking it through. “Trucy and I, we do sort of look alike. That, and we have the same sort of…power, I guess you could call it that.” He looked over at Phoenix, finally matching eye contact. “I’m not mad at you, Nick. I’m –“
There was a slam that made Phoenix nearly jump out of his skin. “Apollo! Apollo!” Trucy came running in, cape flying behind her dramatically. She was out of breath, nearly collapsing in on herself from the effort of standing upright while trying to catch her breath. “Klavier’s done investigating the crime scene! He says it’s all ours, but the bowling alley closes in an hour.” She grabbed hold of his hand, dragging him away. “We have to leave now! Come on, Polly!”
Apollo looked back over his shoulder as he was being pulled away. He looked apologetic, but Phoenix still couldn’t help but worry that this wasn’t going to end well.
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He’d nearly fallen asleep with the textbook in his lap. He couldn’t really concentrate on what the words said anyway, his mind was too distracted by what he was afraid Apollo was thinking or feeling.
He jolted awake when there was a knock at the door. It took him a moment to push himself up, his legs having lost circulation due to the awkward position he was sitting in. He pushed the hat back on his hair, wobbling as he made his way to the door. He’d only barely opened the door when he was being attacked in almost the exact same way he’d attacked Apollo all those weeks ago. Apollo had pushed himself up onto the balls of his feet, his hands holding Phoenix’s face. It wasn’t exactly comfortable and it was sloppy as hell, but Phoenix couldn’t have been happier. He could feel Apollo’s heart beating just as quickly as his own.
When they finally pulled away, Phoenix could barely feel his own lips. “I guess you’re not mad at me, huh?” The words were definitely in his voice, but they didn’t feel real.
“I told you I wasn’t.” Apollo took hold of his jacket, dragging him down to kiss him again. Phoenix held him close, hands at his back, and so tempted to go further –
“Trucy –“
“Is at her friend Jinxie’s house,” Apollo said with a smirk. He took the separation as cue to start leaving a trail of kisses on his lover’s neck – finding one particular spot to suck and bite on, to leave a bruise.
Phoenix was so overheated he could barely think straight. All the blood in his body was rushing downward and it almost hurt. “A-are you sure about that?” He wasn’t normally one to stutter, but this was a special occasion. “She said that once before, and then she just walked in –“
“Mr. Tenma and Jinxie arrived in their car. I saw her get in. I waved goodbye.” Apollo tugged on his ear with his teeth. And then, that deep voice from the first time he made a move was back. “Come on,” he growled.
Phoenix didn’t need to be asked twice. In a near imitation of his daughter earlier, he dragged Apollo back to his bedroom by the wrist, nearly throwing the younger man on the bed. He was giddy and lightheaded, and for a moment thought he might pass out as he hovered over Apollo’s body. He jerked the ends of Apollo’s shirt from the waistband of his pants, nearly tore off the buttons of his shirt in eagerness to get their skin touching again. Apollo had thrown off the beanie and managed to wrestle the hoodie from Wright’s shoulders, running his hands up and down the man’s biceps. Phoenix leaned down and ground their lower halves together, biting the spot where Apollo’s shoulder met his neck when he moaned loudly. He’d managed to expose Apollo’s chest and trailed the blush down the man’s body with his tongue. From where he was now kneeling, he divulged Apollo of his socks and shoes before peeling his pants down. There was a large bulge in his underwear, complete with a wet spot where the head of his cock was resting. Without warning, Phoenix bowed his head and began to lick and suck along the outline. Apollo had fisted his hands in the sheets, his back arching up as he whimpered. Phoenix stopped abruptly to carefully remove the layer.
It was Apollo’s turn to nearly pass out. He watched, feeling frozen, as Phoenix removed his shirt and unzipped his pants and slid them down his hips, past his thighs. His erection, while equally impressive, was nearly slipping from his boxers. Apollo’s member throbbed in response to the image.
And suddenly Phoenix was laying on top of him again, their dicks aligned and Phoenix rubbing against him rhythmically. Apollo pushed past the elastic of his boxers to feel the skin of his backside, and Phoenix pulled away.
“Do you want to top?” he asked. Apollo had never seen eyes blown so wide before. He could hardly respond, only shaking his head. Phoenix reached over him to the bedside table, pulling out some lube and a condom. When he sat back down on his feet, he began to leave small little kisses on Apollo’s chest, leading to his nipple. Which he sucked on. Hard. Apollo was absolutely dizzy with lust, covering his eyes for fear that the sight alone would make him come and he wouldn’t be able to pull back in time.
When Phoenix detached, he turned around awkwardly under the man’s straddle, lifting his hips slightly. Phoenix groaned and slid down the bed, grabbing and squeezing parts of Apollo’s ass. Apollo wasn’t prepared for the tongue that started back by his balls and ran back, coating his entrance. And he certainly wasn’t expecting it to continue, the tongue poking and prodding and caressing as one finger entered.
Apollo would be lying if he said he’d never done this to himself. Still, there was quite a difference between fingering yourself while masturbating, and having someone else’s finger open you up and prepare you for sex. It took him a few moments to relax enough for Phoenix to add a second finger, trying not to concentrate on the sting of the stretch. He heard Phoenix upend the bottle of lubricant, squirting it onto his hand and using it to ease the way for his fingers inside Apollo’s body. Apollo pushed back, urging him to go further, but was disappointed to feel the fingers withdraw.
And then they came back, with a third. Apollo groaned. It hurt – it was a burn and a stretch and a sting and it made his mouth water somehow. Those fingers continued to push, to thrust in and out until they hit something inside him that made Apollo cry, his face buried in the pillow and trying so hard not to rub himself off on the sheets underneath him. Mr. Wright had stopped moving, for a moment, and then experimented with another thrust of his fingers, then another. Apollo would kill him if he left his fingers like that, never finishing what he was doing.
The fingers left entirely. Apollo was anxious as much as he was excited. He wasn’t prepared. He was more than ready. He heard the condom packet being ripped open, was embarrassed at the noise he made at the image in his head of Phoenix putting it, dousing himself with lube –
Apollo covered his mouth and grabbed himself tightly. He kept expecting to feel something at his entrance, some sort of sign that things would begin and the suspension would stop fucking killing him. Then, he did feel something – a hand, turning him over.
He let go of himself and drew his knees up, defensively. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No,” Phoneix answered simply. “I just want to be able to see you.” He leaned forward to kiss Apollo softly, and pulled his legs apart. He took an unused pillow and placed it under Apollo’s hips, hands going back to his thighs and finally, Apollo felt some pressure. He tried to relax for it, but his hands were still clutching at the sheets like a drowning person to a lifeboat. Soon Phoenix’s mouth was at his neck again, and all his concentration focused there. He didn’t realize how relaxed he was becoming, but then Phoenix slid in more and the stretch began to sting. It wasn’t a totally unpleasant sensation, but Phoenix still opted to wait to feel Apollo relax more before pulling out, and pushing back in.
It wasn’t exactly thrusting – it was too slow for that – but Apollo still felt his eyes nearly roll back in his skull from the feeling and the knowledge of what he was doing and who he was doing it with, how long he wanted this and how it was finally happening. His legs grabbed hold of Phoenix’s waist, encouraging him to come closer. Phoenix did lean closer, his movements growing faster, with more emphasis. Apollo wasn’t aware of the noises he was making, but they were echoing and loud, wordless whines. Phoenix leaned in to kiss his neck and moaned; he was sure that to previous romantic interests, his noises had been off-putting. To him, they were a massive turn-on. He pulled Apollo’s knees up so that the man’s legs were around his chest. The man beneath him gasped and gave a small shout, keening at the inability to arch his own back. Phoenix was able to push in deeper, feeling lightheaded and wanting so badly just to pin Apollo down and fuck him into the mattress.
All the same, he didn’t want to go too fast. Not yet. Not this time. And his patience paid off, gaining a little speed and a little force when Apollo absolutely screamed.
Phoenix stopped for a minute, breathing heavily and watching the sweat drip down Apollo’s body and the flush light up a trail in the same direction. His eyes were cloudy as he looked up at Phoenix through half-closed lids and begged, in the neediest voice Phoenix had ever heard, “Please, don’t stop.”
He’d wanted to take things slowly for their first time together, but any thoughts of sentimentality were completely brushed away by that shout. He needed to hear that noise again, gentleness be damned when Apollo was being so utterly delicious and fuckable. Phoenix could have bent him in half, his teeth digging into the flesh of Apollo’s neck as he angled one of Apollo’ss legs over his shoulder – and there was that scream again, so much louder and so much better now that it was right next to Phoenix’s ear. He could hear the people next door banging on the wall and pleading for them to shut up, but he didn’t care. Apollo’s nails dug into his back and he knew there would be scratches and possibly bleeding, and he liked that idea more than he ever knew he could. He continued, faster and harder until he felt Apollo clenching up and then coming, the white fluid shooting across his chest and Apollo chanted, in a much quieter voice, Phoenix’s name as he trembled with aftershocks. His head thrown back, skin exposed and hair mussed and looking thoroughly debauched pushed a tightness in Phoenix’s stomach, and he sped up enough to hear the headboard slam against the wall once before letting go and shouting against Apollo’s neck, still thrusting through his orgasm.
He stayed still, recovering for a few minutes before pulling out and setting Apollo’s legs back down. He kissed the other man, softly, light kisses pressing back at him. He moved enough to take the condom off. He considered finding tissues to wipe Apollo off with, but opted instead to be cheeky and lick the splattered cum off his chest.
Apollo looked exhausted, barely able to keep his eyes open to look at the man beside him. Phoenix smiled softly, managing to get the covers over both of them and holding Apollo in his arms.
“I love you,” Apollo blurted out. He would have felt embarrassed and nearly sobered up with impressive speed until Phoenix smiled and said, “I love you, too,” and kissed him goodnight.
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Trucy just knew she was forgetting something, but she didn’t manage to remember what until they were almost at Jinxie’s house and Mr. Tenma asked, “Did you remember to bring a change of clothes?”
Luckily, her apartment wasn’t too far away from where they were. She ran up the stairs with the keys in her hand, only to realize with some worry that the door was unlocked. She almost called out for her Daddy, but she heard those noises again and fought the urge to roll her eyes. They’d been disturbing, at first, but by now she wanted an introduction to whoever this person was her Daddy was dating. Why he felt the need to keep it a secret from her was a mystery, but she had no intention of watching him to find out. Walking by his room on the way to the bathroom to pick up her toothbrush was bad enough – she always figured her Daddy liked boys, in addition to or instead of girls, but it was one thing to think it and another to see him topping another man with one leg thrown over his shoulder. She was embarrassed, to say the least; she doubted Jinxie ever had this issue with her Daddy.
On her way out, they were only getting louder. She remembered to lock the door, lest some poor asshole decided to try and break in or something and find her Daddy fucking the life out of someone. She bit her tongue at her own internal monologue – she shouldn’t have been so snippy about it. She wasn’t really angry, just exhausted with the frequency of these events.
So, apparently, was their next-door neighbor, who she heard slamming his door and mumbling about “Those damned crazed lunatics, going at it like rabbits – THERE’S NO NEED TO BE SO LOUD.”
5
Trucy was glad her Daddy was out of the country on business, because she didn’t think she could take much more skirting around him, trying not to feel awkward. She needed to come up with a game plan, a polite way to say “I keep walking in on you having sex with someone and I’d really appreciate it if you gave me some prior warning first.”
Apollo wasn’t so much tasked with caring for her while he was gone as it was the other way around. Trucy could handle herself, but she decided to go and check up on Apollo every once in a while, make sure he was working on cases and all. It was slow, though, so all he was really doing was filling out his journal. Every time she’d wanted to see it he’d blushed red and locked the book in a drawer she didn’t have the keys for. She supposed she could manage to break the lock, if she wanted, but Polly deserved some privacy.
Or, rather, he did. She thought she was being nice, going over to make sure he wasn’t lonely all alone in his apartment, but for the fifth time she entered a building without knocking and was confronted with something she really didn’t want to see. It was fair – this wasn’t her apartment, after all. She shouldn’t just have been barging in on Apollo. But still, what was he doing sitting on the couch, phone against his ear, pants open just enough to have his cock out and jacking off furiously? Didn’t he have a bedroom?
Then again, Trucy had never had phone sex before. Maybe this was normal. Either way, she stood with her back to the wall with her hands on her hips, waiting for him to finish so she could berate him for it. She considered it another note-taking thing, and pretended Apollo was somebody else. Which…actually worked out nicely…a little too nicely, and she felt herself heating up, imagining the man in her mind glistening with sweat, thumb running over his slit and pumping himself, coming, soiling those tight leather pants…
“TRUCY!” Like Apollo, Trucy was knocked from her fantasy. Whoever was on the phone got cut off quickly, Apollo pressing the end button and hiding his phone between the couch cushions. He was blushing furiously, shoving his penis back into his underwear and zipping up his pants. “What the hell were you doing, watching me like that?”
“What the hell were you doing masturbating on your couch in the middle of the day?” she snapped back.
“Hey, this is my apartment. If you saw something you didn’t want to see, that’s your own damn fault. You should have knocked first.”
“Augh!” Trucy put her hands on her head. “First Daddy, now you? Is everyone but me having sex?”
Apollo was caught between two lines of possible conversation. He could say, You better not be having sex, young lady, or…
“You mean you’ve walked in on your dad before?”
It was now Trucy’s turn to flush, arms crossing over her chest. “It’s not my finest moment, and I can assure you I didn’t do it on purpose!” She took a deep breath. “But yes.” She sat down on the couch, completely ignoring what she’d just seen and the possibility she was sitting on something she’d really rather not have her cape get full of.
Apollo licked his lips, cautious of his next question. “Did you…happen to see them? Whoever he was with?”
Trucy’s reaction was immediate. She looked up at Apollo, obvious disgust on her face. “No, Polly! And I didn’t want to know – why do you?”
Apollo looked away, relieved. Outwardly, he mumbled, “Just curious.”
There was a moment of silence, and then Trucy spoke up again. “I do have my suspicions, though.”
Cold sweat ran down the back of Apollo’s neck. “Oh? Who?”
Trucy had her finger pressed against her lip, thinking hard about it. Suddenly she broke out of her almost trance-like state, and shrugged. “I’m not totally certain of it yet. I don’t want to spread rumors from baseless conjecture.”
“Really?” Apollo snorted. “Since when?”
Trucy didn’t answer, but stuck her tongue out at him and went to get a drink out of his kitchen.
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“It’s not funny, Phoenix.” He’d managed to calm Trucy down on her rampage about walking in on her dad having sex, and sent her on her way – but not before he’d made her promise to knock before coming in next time. She rolled her eyes, but agreed.
“Oh come on, Apollo. It’s at least a little bit funny.” That smirk was still in his voice. Part of Apollo wondered if he was sitting alone in his hotel room laughing about this, or if there were people around looking at him like the idiot he was.
“You daughter just walked in on her brother getting off on her dad. I’m surprised you’re handling this so well.”
“Adopted daughter, half-brother, and she didn’t know who you were talking to, did she?”
Apollo sighed. “No, I don’t think so.”
“Then what are you worried about?”
“Having your family walk in on you masturbating is a bit of a buzzkill,” Apollo grumbled. “It’s embarrassing.”
“Is it now?”
“That wasn’t a challenge!”
“Are you sure about that?”
Hotel. He must have been in a hotel. That was the sound his voice made when his eyes lowered seductively. There was no way he was doing that in public – even he wasn’t that brash. “Phoenix, your daughter – adopted daughter, my half-sister – has walked in on us having sex. Several times.”
“Twice.”
“Three times!” Apollo snapped. “And isn’t once more than enough?”
There was a long sigh from the other end. “What do you want me to do, Apollo? Even if we tell her now, she’s not going to suddenly develop appropriate timing.” Apollo swallowed. He had a point. “She’s just…going to have to learn on her own. We did everything we could to keep her from seeing us together. If she finds out, she finds out, and we’ll deal with it if and when she does. For now, don’t worry about it. She’s a big girl, I think she can handle herself.”
Apollo bit his lip. “…If you say so.”
“Good,” he said. And then, in a deeper voice, “Now take your pants off.”
“Wh-What?”
“You heard me,” he said. His voice was quieter, lower. “Or am I going to have to remove them for you?”
“M- Mr. Wright –“
The other man shushed him, and Apollo could almost feel the breath on the back of his neck, warm and titillating against his skin. “I guess I’ll have to do this myself, then,” he whispered. Despite himself, Apollo realized he was getting hard. The press of his cock against the zipper of his jeans was incredibly uncomfortable. “Relax, Apollo,” he muttered. “I’m just going to unzip your pants now, they look so constricting…”
Apollo squirmed, unbuttoning his pants at the top and sliding the zipper down. He rubbed his length, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood to avoid making any sound.
“There, does that feel better?”
Apollo was panting. “Yes…sir.”
He’d managed to catch Phoenix off guard – something he was quite proud of; he rarely got a chance to do that. “Sir?”
“It’s already a roleplay, of sorts,” Apollo said breathily, “Why not add a little more to it?”
He could feel Phoenix smiling on the other end. “Alright. Now tell me, Apollo,” his voice was deepening again, getting seductive. “Have you been pleasuring yourself?”
It was an obvious question, but Apollo still felt his chest heat up. “You know I have been.”
“Oh, yes, but that’s not what I mean,” he whispered. “Have you been using toys? Getting…practice?”
Apollo licked his lips. Precum was spreading over his underwear, nearly leaking through the thin cotton altogether. “N-no. Should I be?”
“Hmm… go get one,” he advised. “Just in case.”
Walking with a hard-on was…difficult. Strange. Apollo kept getting distracted by his own bulge – he’d never really attempted to walk with one before, he normally just let them pass. He had to be careful not to run into anything; he didn’t know for certain, but he suspected it would really hurt. He got what he needed and groaned pleasantly when he made it back to the couch in one piece.
“Mmm, good boy. Now, I’m just going to take your cock out…”
Apollo rolled his underwear down and over penis, aching and swollen. He was careful not to over-stimulate his tip, but even removing the cover from it gave him a wave of pleasure. His nipples were erect now, standing out against the fabric of his shirt. He held the base of his dick with one hand and whispered into the phone, “Your skin feels so nice against mine.”
Phoenix made a strangled noise on the other end of the line and hissed the word Fuck. He imagined the other man touching himself, rubbing his hand against the head of his dick and trying not to get off on it. Apollo shivered and squeezed his base. Precum was still leaking in anticipation.
“Now I’m going to take you, just the tip of you, into my mouth.” Apollo whimpered, imagining being encompassed behind wet, hot lips, a tongue pressing against him. “And slide down, just a little more –“ Apollo swirled his thumb around the tip of his penis, spreading the substance around. He moaned, back arching. “Do you think that’s wet enough, Apollo?”
“N-no, sir,” he moaned. He grabbed the lubricant from the coffee table in front of him, squirting some on his hand and slicking his cock with it.
“That sounds better,” Phoenix mumbled. “Now spread your legs.” Apollo did as told, to the best of his abilities; getting his legs open wide was difficult with his pants and underwear still restricting his movement. “I want to taste you – start from all the way back, running my tongue up your shaft –“ Apollo took one well-lubricated finger and traced the line, the light touch almost tickling. “Are your nipples hard, Apollo? I want to touch them, feel them with my tongue.”
Apollo put the phone on its speaker setting, and set it down on the table. He lifted his shirt nearly above his head, and pinched both nipples with his fingers, rubbing them in turn. He made a strangled sound that must have been caught on the phone, because Phoenix asked him to stop. It sounded like he was panting. “I’m, ah,” he was speaking between gasps for air. “I’m going to take you, again. Move my mouth over as much as I can –“ Apollo slicked his hand again, pumping his length. He tried not to take it too far, tried not to make any noise. “And now, I want you to fuck my mouth.”
Apollo was thrown off. “What?”
“I think you heard me,” Phoenix purred. “Fuck. My. Mouth. Pull my hair. Make me gag.”
He felt slightly ashamed for enjoying the image, but the prompt was enough to get his hand moving on its own. And he definitely did imagine it, pushing the other man’s head into his hips, thrusting in and out between his lips with force. “Oh, Mr. Wright, your mouth is so hot,” he moaned into the phone. “So wet, so inviting – nnng,” Apollo was nearing his edge, sweat pouring down from his neck, drenching his chest and pubic hair.
Phoenix, too, was breathing heavily. “I don’t know how I’m fitting all of you in my mouth. You’re so thick.”
“I’m making you,” Apollo growled. Phoenix moaned in response, surprised but nonetheless pleased. Apollo shouted and thick ropes of white shot out, hitting his chest, the couch, the coffee table. He continued to pump himself, getting whatever was left out.
He was seeing fucking stars in front of his eyes. Breathing still ragged, he picked the phone up to whisper, “You’re very good, sir,” before blushing and considering how that might well be the dumbest thing he’d said all day.
“I’m glad to hear it.” His voice was smug, but Apollo would bet ten to one that he was blushing furiously. He’d never thought before that Phoenix Wright was someone who blushed, but getting to know him more over the past year or so that he’d been working with the man and he’d known better. The cool exterior was actually just hiding someone vulnerable and well-guarded, and he felt privileged, in a way, to get to know the real Phoenix Wright. “But I’m not done with you yet.”
Apollo raised an eyebrow. The phrase refractory period came to mind, but the low tone and labored breathing made his cock twitch. He was still young. He could do this. “Oh?”
“Mm,” he hummed. “You look so good like that, all boneless.”
“How do you know what I look like?”
“It’s called imagination, Apollo. Don’t pretend you haven’t got one – I know exactly how you use it.”
Apollo was heating up again, a little embarrassed and a little turned on. The two almost went hand-in-hand these days. Apollo wondered if he’d started developing a kink somewhere along the line. “So you say, sir,” he smirked. “What are you going to do about that? About me being…’boneless’?”
“I think you should take some time to recover,” he said simply. “I’ll just…help you.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah…you can start by taking your pants the rest of the way off.” Apollo pushed his jeans down so that they fell from his knees, bare feet stepping out of them and kicking them under the table. His underwear was still on, the elastic band resting just under his balls. He touched them, softly, feeling movement in his cock. “I’m just going to lay you down…and open you up.”
“Mm, really?”
“Yes,” he said, and once again Apollo could swear he felt the words being spoken just behind his ear. “Now roll over, hips up. Feel my tongue roaming over you.”
Apollo moved so that he was situated with his chest flat against the couch, kneeling with his ass up and his cock hanging between his legs. He saturated another two fingers, running them over his entrance with just enough force to emulate a tongue. “Mm, sir…”
There was another heavy breath on the other end of the line. “Spread your legs farther apart, Justice. It’s hard to loosen you up when you’re so closed.” Apollo spread his legs, nearly falling off of the couch. Phoenix was right – it was easier reach his hole this way. Apollo made a noise of pleasure dipped a finger in briefly. He could have gone farther, but he wouldn’t until he was told to. “You’re so tight. I can’t wait to feel you around me. Do you think we could start with two fingers, hm?”
It might have been said in the same cocky voice, but Apollo knew it was a legitimate question. Phoenix wasn’t going to push him to do it if he wasn’t comfortable; but Apollo had already prepared two fingers, and pushed them inside. The stretch only stung a little – it had been a while since they’d done this – but Apollo found he was actually enjoy the sting. He pushed his fingers further, thrusting them a bit. He didn’t realize he was being so noisy until he heard Phoenix break in with a swear. “Can you manage three?” Apollo didn’t bother giving an answer, removing the fingers from his body and coating them again with lubricant. He pushed the three in, almost rolling his back over his head in his attempt to reach. It was awkward and a little painful, the lengths he had to go to to make it work, but he managed and the resounding “Yes, sir,” was enough to make his partner let out a long, erotic moan.
“Jesus, Apollo,” he hissed. “You must look so good like that, so fantastic.”
He could practically hear the older man palming his cock through his boxers. “If you want, I can show you when you get home.”
“You’ll have to,” he breathed. “I won’t last much longer, not with those noises you’re making.”
“I’m sorry, sir,” he moaned. “I could cover my mouth if you want me to?”
“Don’t you dare,” Phoenix hissed in return. “You just need to be ready. I’m preparing myself now.” He could hear the squelching of the lubricant bottle his boyfriend was using, and the slick sounds of him spreading it over his cock. The explicit breaths were an added bonus to the image; he could picture Phoenix now, pants and boxers down around his ankles, cock nearly touching his chest in arousal as he pumps it hard, lifting his shirt up to brush the pads of his fingers against his nipples.
And thinking about fucking Apollo. Hard. Apollo propped himself up to reach the vibrator on the table and cover it, like his fingers and ass, in lubricant.
“Are you ready?” Phoenix sounded like he was choking, trying to hold back premature noises.
Apollo nodded, forgetting for a moment that his boyfriend wasn’t actually in the room with him. “I’m ready,” he said, so quiet it was almost a whisper.
Phoenix counted off paces before pushing in. The vibrations weren’t so intense at first, and Apollo could still hear his instructions over slight buzzing and the breaths Phoenix was releasing. But by the time it was fully inserted, Apollo couldn’t think or see straight. He wouldn’t say he preferred it to sex, but the vibrator was stimulating his prostate almost directly and he bit into a pillow to stop from being too loud. (They had, after all, received noise complaints from neighbors after their first night together like this in Phoenix’s bed.) The waves of arousal were hitting him repeatedly, his cock filling up with blood and rising faster than he could ever remember it having done so before.
“Are you okay, Apollo?” Okay? He couldn’t manage words, but he was fine. His response was a long moan. He couldn’t even manage to string two words together. He wanted nothing more than to reach back and touch himself, his erection growing painful.
“Don’t touch yourself, Apollo.” He didn’t know if he was coherent enough to understand the words coming out of his lover’s mouth. “I want to see if getting fucked alone will make you come.”
Apollo really didn’t think that would be a problem. The image of Mr. Wright behind him, driving into him fast and hard, was enough on its own most days. But now he had the sensation and the man on the phone, praising him as he imagined that the vibrator was the other man’s dick. “God, you’re so tight,” Phoenix groaned. “Your arms are so strong, holding you up like this for so long. I want to run my fingers all up and down your body, even get you off with my own hands.” Apollo’s nails dug into the arm of his sofa, body moving and thrusting at nothing. He wasn’t supposed to touch himself, but there was nothing in the rules about imagining his body being moved during the act, no rules against imagining Phoenix’s hands roaming over his body and tugging tightly on his cock –
“Phoenix!” Apollo shouted. “I’m not gonna be able to – uhn –“
“Apollo,” he groaned back. “Just –“ He was gasping then, and shouting. Apollo imagined him in real life, forgoing protection, and releasing himself in Apollo’s body. He imagined the pulse as cum filled him up, dripping down the backs of his thighs. He shouted himself and began to orgasm, amazed that he had anything left in him as the continued stimulation pushed more and more, the ecstasy continuing even after his member was done emptying itself on the couch. He collapsed in his own mess, feeling worn out. Part of him didn’t want to bother removing the vibrator – it would take too much effort. But leaving it in would make him erect again, something he didn’t want to deal with until he had his lover back home to take care of him properly.
It wasn’t even nighttime yet, but Apollo could tell from how hard his partner was breathing that the other man was just as exhausted as he was.
As if reading his mind, Phoenix swallowed roughly and said, “I think it’s time you got some sleep, Apollo.”
“Are you sure?”
Phoenix laughed. “Yeah, it’s – it’s actually night, over here. I don’t – don’t think I can do much more than fall asleep right now.” Apollo agreed. Other than removing the machine from his body, he didn’t think he could move. His couch was a mess and he’d need to clean it up before Trucy or anyone else came over, but for now all he could manage to do for now was stretch his legs out and drag the blanket on the back of the couch on top of him.
“Good night, Phoenix,” he said softly. “Sweet dreams.”
“You too, Apollo. Good night.”