One of Every Color
Chapter 12
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Chapter 12
21st, 2019
Once dinner was finished,
table--except for the Steel Samurai cups.
Those they carried with them, along with what was left of the wine, into
Miles took a seat on the sofa, and
"The birth certificate I
got from Hotta Clinic, and the
Chassie's son, and Jack Hoff was the father.
they were lovers."
"It still doesn't make
any sense,"
"Why wasn't the baby with its mother?
Miles shrugged.
in any legal manner--there's no record of it.
questioning."
done to her,"
"She would never leave him
alone."
he took their son with him.
night just to get back together with Hoff," he finished aloud.
"That doesnft explain
why she lied," Miles said.
"Not only did she have an alibi, it cancels out her
motive." He took a sip of his
wine. "Even back then I wasn't
heartless enough to argue a woman capable of murdering her own child."
"'If
"Chassie's not exactly a model of
innocence, but I don't believe she could have done that.
Urami have been so protective of each other.
turning against someone she lovedc."
Miles watched him with a stern
eye. Though he was much harder to
read than
thinking this time, even before he said it.
woman?"
"I
know, it's stupid."
He didn't expect Miles to really understand, no matter how close they
got. "But she's my client, and
I believe in her. I really
do."
Miles continued to stare at
him with his typical scrutiny, and
appeared to change his mind.
"Either way it's still impossible for her to have started the fire,
given the timeframe," Miles admitted.
"You probably won't have anything to worry about for Monday."
the end this is still good news for me, but it means Edgeworth
has lost his case. "I'm
sorry," he said quietly.
"
for?"
table. "I know what's going to
happen, if I win this case," he explained.
it? Coming back after so long, only
to lose an important trialc.
reputation, or the districtc."
"It's not.
it like all the rest."
His saying
it like that only made
to be upfront--and feeling empowered by the buzz of the alcohol--he pushed out
of his chair, and moved to sit next to Miles on the sofa.
it," he told Miles seriously.
"The last thing I want is for you to--"
"Wright."
took his hand, squeezing it gently between them as he had the day before in his
car. "Don't apologize,"
he said in an equally stern tone.
"If you had put our friendship above that woman's life, you
wouldn't be fit to continue as a lawyer."
it. So don't worry about me."
fingers curling around Miles' tightly.
"I guess if we don't hate each other by now, not much else could do
it."
"No, it doesn't seem
likely."
now's the right time, he thought, and his heart began to beat a little
faster. We've done all we can for the case.
allowed tochave some time to
ourselvesc.
He licked his lips, and was
working up the courage to initiate when Miles' coarse fingertips drew a path
along his cheek.
kiss. It was as enticing as he
remembered, just like the first time they'd kissed only two days ago.
each other without bumping knees.
It was a little awkward, but certainly not as difficult as the car seat
had been.
Miles pulled back first.
this?" he asked, watching him closely.
another man before, you might not bec."
"There isn't really any
other way of knowing, is there?"
stomach. He kissed Miles again,
more deeply, letting that little tremor of hesitation and pleasure spread
through him. I did love Ayame, he told himself as he pressed his hands to Miles'
chest. But this feels just as good.
I cancbe both, can't I?
The harder kiss must have won
Miles over. His hands slid to
parted.
him made him tense, but he soon relaxed again, welcoming and even sucking
gently at Miles' warm mouth. When
Miles murmured softly, he couldnft help but reply.
huge gulp of air.
deeply flushed.
Before he could lean in once
more Miles pushed against him, and it didn't occur to him to resist.
he gulped, drawing his legs up so he could stretch out along the short
sofa. There wasn't enough room for
both of them, but Miles was able to half sit on the cushions near Phoenix's
hip, and from there leaned over him.
The sight of Miles staring down at him, already as breathless and
disheveled as he was, made his toes curl excitedly.
"Edgeworthc."
ribs, eager to map the contours of his toned body--it was new for him, and he
hoped to teach himself to embrace that fact.
also in reach, and
shiver all over again--the prosecutor slid further down the sofa, making it
easier for Phoenix's massage to reach him, which in turn urged Phoenix's chin
up so they could continue their heavy kisses.
The sensation of sudden
vulnerability only made
hands bolder. He curled one against
Miles' back as the other continued its curious travel up the inside of Miles'
thigh. Instinctually, he thought he
knew what he was doing. But when
Miles groaned against his mouth, and he could feel the man growing hard with
arousal beneath the pressure of his fingers, he flinched abruptly and drew his
arm back.
Miles shivered.
against the sofa to sit upright once more.
worked without him. "It
startled me."
Miles quirked an eyebrow, but
he was finding it difficult to look bemused and catch his breath at the same
time. "It doesn't bite."
It was a good thing his face
couldnft have gotten any redder.
excitement and decide to tease him in retaliation.
As if to prove--to Miles and
himself--that he'd gotten over his brief intimidation,
get over those differences and enjoy this time they had.
Miles glanced at his hand,
watching it thoughtfully. After a
moment he reached out, but the goal of his fingers were the buttons on
He undid each slowly, taking the time to part the fabric further over
"You'll let me know,
right?" Miles asked, running his hand over
stop."
a massage he lost his train of thought momentarily.
they somehow discovered every sensitive patch of muscle his torso had to offer.
tried to reply smartly. "Maybe
I haven't been around like you have, but it's not like I'm a virgin, you
know."
"When you say it like
that," Miles protested, "you make me sound easy."
"Well, you're the one
that was bragging the other nightc."
Clever hands slithered to his abdomen, skating along the hem of his
pants, and
feels goodc.
Miles smirked as he returned
his attention so
virgin," he asked, sounding downright playful, "how many lovers
"It only takes one to lose that title, you know."
"Ah, one it is."
"Wait, that's not what
I--"
Miles shut him up with a
kiss. Even after he pulled back
the tender underside of his throat, and he lost all inclination.
does it matter anyway? He's still
more experienced than me. He
was getting slowly caught up in Miles' unexpected vigor, letting it ease away
his misgivings. As Miles kissed a
path down his throat he tilted his head back, and even surrendered a strained
murmur.
Miles turned his wrist, and
his fingers came unexpectedly together to pinch
of surprise. But even if Miles was only
teasing him, he couldn't ignore the tiny tremors of pleasure left in the
action's wake. He squirmed.
"This sofa isn't very
comfortable," Miles complained.
He continued to rub the spot he'd just pinched with his thumb.
"There'scahc."
Miles paused, and
that his suggestion carried heavier implications than he'd intended.
Miles pushed up on his hands
just enough to see
he was thinking. His usually cool
eyes seemed to brighten with mixed trepidation and hope.
to."
well. Is thatceven what I want?
That's got to be too fast.
firstcer, non-date.
Miles again. "Yeah."
was pushing to his feet, pulling his friend quickly after.
can just make out some more, it's not a big deal,
off, now that it was slipping from him anyway, and when Miles noticed he began
unbuttoning his own as well.
his shirt; he had never given it much thought before, but Miles was rather well
toned for a lawyer. "Do you
work out?" he asked abruptly.
"Not as much as I
should," Miles replied. Amused
by
morning."
"You do?"
out running past his building while he was probably still curled up in bed made
partner, he used the opportunity to explore the uncovered skin with curious
hands. I never imagined touching him like this.
except maybe last nightcI thought
about it. Just a little, though.
"You should come with me
sometime," Miles suggested, urging him step by step to the bed.
"I have a hard enough
time waking up in the morning already,"
His calves hit the bed, and
it. Though they should have had
another hour before sunset the sky was thickly overcast, and the night-like
darkness was suddenly daunting. As
if they might reallyc.
A hand on his shoulder urged
him back, and
him. He hadn't anticipated how
different it would be from the sofa, now that Miles was stretching out fully
over his body, his weight pressing him into the mattress.
It was almost unbearably
warm. As they kissed their bare
chests rubbed together, sending
increased the hungry fervor of his lips, and
voracity. He may have been new to
men, but he certainly wasn't a virgin--whatever Miles teased him for--and all
the kissing and panting and scraping was reminding his body of one painful
truth.
He hadn't made love to
another person in years. He didn't
exactly regret it, but he certainly wasn't satisfied with it, either.
him, wrapped up in warm, sweat-moistened limbs--it was like being in some dream
he couldnft understand how he'd forgotten.
The fact that it was Miles only made everything more surreal.
let alone think straight.
prod Miles' legs further apart--Miles made a tiny sound of surprise at the back
of his throat as he complied. By
bracing himself on his hands Miles rested more of his weight against
The added pressure against
pleasure through his veins, and he dug his heels in, using the leverage to rub
up against him.
Miles groaned against his
mouth. He rocked against
pressing against
biting kisses Miles seemed intent on spreading over his jaw and ear.
between their moving bodies, fumbling at the button on Miles' pants, then his
own. But his usually hesitant mind
was staying silent when faced with so much desperation.
near his ear, heightened every sensation impossibly, until he couldn't make
enough sense of his limbs to keep removing their clothing.
Miles lifted himself up
abruptly, arms straight out and shoulders hunched as he stared down at the
other. "Wrightc?"
"Let's keep going,"
might convince him. "Please,
let's just keep going."
Miles gulped visibly; he
looked as flushed and lust-struck as
slide his pants down. "We
don't have tocdo this all now, you
knowc."
If not now, when?
other around Miles' neck so he could hold him still for their mouths to
meet. I decided I'm not taking anything for granted anymore.
Miles hummed between
them. His voice was strained, still
debating, but
flopped back onto the mattress.
As twisted together as they
were, removing pants became something of an ordeal.
was still wearing his shoes, as well.
Together they kicked and struggled with the attire, half chuckling to
each other until all that was left was their underwear.
"So it's true." He
plucked at the waistband of Miles' briefs.
"Pink."
"Fuchsia," Miles
corrected, giving his nipple another smart pinch.
bed to reach into a low drawer.
he thought, digging about for a familiar tube.
exercises. As he returned to Miles
with the lubricant his mood finally began to grow more serious.
really going to do this. I can't
believe it, butcI do want to.
the brand name on the tube
offered him. As he watched him,
to look. He recalled their first
kiss, how confident and forceful Miles had been, and how much it had excited
him. He couldn't help but wonder
now what it would be like, being made love to by someone that strong and in control.
started to crawl over him once more.
Before the prosecutor could return to their previous position, he
stopped him by pushing at Miles' thighs with his feet.
with tension as he reached down to pull his boxers off.
I want you toc."
Though seemingly surprised,
Miles didn't question him again.
Miles helped pull
away. It was embarrassing enough,
finally being fully naked in front of him.
Those concerns were forgotten when Miles slipped out of his own
underwear.
they widened at the sight of Miles' bared form, and his mouth went quickly dry
again. Can I really do this?
Miles's expression was a
careful mix of amused bravado and understanding.
between
pressed against that of his partner.
He closed his long fingers around them both, rubbing them gently
together. The feeling of Miles'
rough fingertips against his sensitive skin, of blatant arousal brushing his own,
lifted a thick moan from Phoenix unlike any sound he could remember making.
Miles leaned over him, his
own breath catching as he stroked them.
He kissed the corner of
"I'll take good care of you," he promised softly.
anxious kiss. He bent his knees
along Miles's sides, shivering in excitement and anticipation.
whimpered in disappointment, only to find Miles was guiding his own hand down
to them instead. He didn't need to
be asked to resume the slow motion on his own.
that much more to know that he was the one bringing them pleasure.
fluttering, he knew he had caused it, and it thrilled him beyond description.
didn't realize what the other was doing until two fingers, slick with cool
lubricant, slid to the cleft of his ass.
He flinched, but managed to hold himself still as they pressed gently
into him. It was the most bizarre
sensation of intrusion he could have imagined, and his stomach twisted as Miles
rubbed and stretched him from the inside.
"I'll go
touch
lingering discomfort.
were paying him such attention, and the prelude they represented.
"It's okay,"
"I trust you."
Miles kissed him, which was
the response he was hoping for.
Once the fingers were carefully withdrawn, and Miles applied the
lubricant to himself, there was no more time for stalling;
against his waist, repositioning them with his hips raised slightly off the
mattress. His own hands were
shaking, and he pressed them against the wall above his head to keep them
steady. I can do this.
"Are you readyc?"
"Yeahc."
As he'd promised, Miles
entered him slowly. It was so much
better and so much worse than his preparations had been.
filled. All he could think in those
first moments of penetration was that Miles was simply too thick, and too much
for him to handle. When his voice
loosened it was in a thin sound of pain.
Miles was breathing hard
somewhere above. Just as slowly he
pulled out once more, flooding his partner with relief.
"Relax," he murmured hoarsely.
"I'mcI'm trying,"
tried to do as he was told. When
concentrating elsewhere didn't work he reached down, giving himself a few light
strokes to remember how it had felt when Miles touched him.
get better.
Miles thrust into him again,
a bit faster and at a slightly different angle.
alone was enough to make
feel better. He spread his knees
wider and bent them so his heels dug into Mile's waist.
Miles groaned softly as he
continued, and he was soon moving in earnest.
finally was able to appreciate the man's control.
firmly off the mattress so each stroke was met with the least resistance; his
pace was steady, deep, and intoxicating; everything about him was as confident
and powerful as he'd hoped. The
pain of being stretched so unfamiliarly soon gave way to the intimacy of their rhythmic
intercourse. And when Miles began
to pump harder even that was forgotten, leaving only a hot sting of echoing
pleasure.
lifted, Miles thrust into him with greater urgency, and he spurred him on until
he started growing hoarse. Whatever
the difference in partner and position, it was still the thrilling scrape of
heated bodies that
He quickly found that even his slight readjustments helped guide Miles
more effectively to where his body ached most, and he cast off any remaining
inhibitions as they moved together.
He even returned his hands to the wall, pushing against it so he could
meet Miles' pistoning hips.
That last thrust did
Miles' sides as a fiery climax shot through him.
buried himself deep and also came.
fluid. His hands lowered from the
wall to instead clutch at Miles's arms and shoulders, any part of him that he
could reach. They were
breath.
Miles regained his composure
first. With a quiet sigh he pulled
out, lowering
remaining pleasure.
Miles was at his side again, kissing him between each needed intake of air.
Weary as he was, Miles' lips
were weak and uncommonly tender.
Somehow those lazy affections were just as intimate as their love-making
had been, in the mind of the fatigued and still tingling
tipped his chin back, sometimes reaching Miles' mouth, sometimes missing, until
they both ran out of energy.
Miles sank against the
mattress. "Are you all
right?"
"I'mc"
stung. "csore."
Miles' sigh was almost a
breath of laughter. "I'm
sorry. But it was your first time."
"I know."
Now that the euphoria was wearing off it did hurt, but in a tired,
satisfying kind of way. Maybe that
was only because Miles was still next to him, though.
by the time he tried to go to bed that night.
"It's all
right."
Miles smiled back--it wasn't
dramatic approval, but he seemed more than pleased with
He leaned in for another kiss that was eagerly granted.
suggested. "Clean up.
Only something as enticing as
a hot shower could have persuaded
up with another strained murmur. "What
about you?" He reached down to
rub Miles' shoulder, feeling inordinately sentimental and just wanting to touch
him some more.
"I should probably get
going," Miles admitted hesitantly.
"Go?"
"You couldcspend the night, if you wanted."
Miles' eyes thinned, charmed
by the gesture. "I know, but I
shouldn't. My car looks out of
place out front as it is. If it's
there all night, someone will notice."
his bragging--even if it was the truth. "Well,
okay." He knew it was childish
of him to want Miles to stay, but he couldn't help himself.
before, it didn't compare to what he felt now.
leave him nearly as easily as the pleasure or even the discomfort would.
Miles must have read his
disappointed expression, as he pushed himself up and kissed him.
promised. "All
right? I'm not running out,
I'm just trying to be practical."
"It's all right--I
understand,"
Now that he thought of it, Miles had been handling this affair of theirs
with remarkable maturity all along, and the least he could do was follow
suit. The promise did make him feel
better, at least. "I'll talk
to you tomorrow."
"Good."
time, with greater passion.
lips some of that same attachment he felt.
It reassured him more than the words.
Miles gathered his clothes together,
He paused at the door,
watching Miles as he wiped off with a corner of the bed sheet and tugged his
underwear back on. The
pink--fuchsia--made him smile all over again.
Miles glanced up.
"Youc."
Surprised by the compliment,
Miles' cheeks reddened as well. He
smiled almost shyly. "So were
you."
More pleased than words could
convey,
could ask Miles to stay over again.