Out In The Open

Chapter Four

The tub seems to swallow Apollo’s body whole, once he slips beneath the mounding foam from the bubble bath Phoenix had found in his bath caddy. It smells like orange blossoms and bergamot and honey, clings to Apollo’s chest and upper arms as he sits upright in the water, it’s opaque surface screening him from their ravenous eyes.

Their hands find him blindly under that undulating white layer, the disturbances and eddies created by their motions providing views to entice, all pink skin and smooth contours. Also blind to the movements of their hands beneath the surface, Apollo’s changing expression is a thing to behold; eyes first widening in surprise then fluttering in rapture. That mouth Klavier was so used to seeing wide open in objection or forcefully questioning his witness into submission, now swollen and flushed red, releasing some of the softest but most desperately earnest sounds that the prosecutor had ever heard.

He’s positioned to the left of the tub, behind Apollo in relation to his orientation, gazing at Phoenix overtop of the younger attorney’s head. Apollo’s spikes have wilted in the steam, flopping forward over his eyes like when Klavier has him sweating in court. He chuckles when Phoenix catches his smirk and returns it, finding his hands beneath the water and tangling their fingers together randomly as they caress Apollo’s smooth skin, tracing the partially submerged man’s inner thighs and lower abdomen, fondling his balls and curling their hands about his stiff member in light spirals designed only to tease.

As Phoenix distracts Apollo from the front, massaging his stiff nipples with soapy slick fingers, he catches Klavier’s eye for approval before claiming his lover’s mouth. Klavier lightly fondles the younger man’s arousal from behind, circling his anus with a thumb and chuckling as he bucks slightly, groaning into Phoenix’s mouth. Apollo’s wet hands squeak against the bathtub’s edge, his grip on the porcelain tightening as he’s slowly, carefully penetrated, taking Klavier’s thumb to just past the first knuckle with little resistance under the lapping soapy water.

Pressing it in a little further, Klavier smirks at Apollo’s muffled curse when the smooth rounded metal of his thumb ring meets his sensitive flesh, stretches him wider, slips inside. The way Apollo’s back arches when it happens, the tops of his ass cheeks just breaking the foamy white surface, strikes Klavier as unbearably sensual and he doesn’t miss Phoenix’s eyes on him when he shudders, muttering a soft curse in German.

“You know, if I didn’t have Miles, I’d easily call you the luckiest man alive to have nightly access to this…”

It’s an innocent statement, made in honest humor and Klavier knows it. A few months ago it might have stung him, his luck was so strange and fickle after all and Klavier had at times wondered, on some quiet, sleepless nights, watching the moonlight creep slowly across the room- across the sprawled limbs of his lover- across that precious forehead; that if given the chance, would he trade Apollo for Kristoph and Daryan back, for his idealism and trust in the good of the world back, for his life back…?

For his life without Apollo back…?

Klavier always put it out of his mind before having to choose. ‘The past is past, ja…?’ All that remains is right now and the uncertain future… Klavier smiles brightly at Phoenix, pressing his thumb against Apollo’s prostate to make him writhe against the older attorney, practically humping the arm Phoenix has snaked beneath him to cup his erection.

“I am that man Herr Wright… Despite all that has happened…” As the older attorney’s face becomes serious, Klavier shakes his head, grinning to reassure him and dropping his eyes to where he’s stroking along the length of Apollo’s bowed spine with his free hand. “I now believe that I could never choose to go back… and I know that you, of all people can understand that, Phoenix.”

When he raises his eyes Klavier is met with a sheepish smile, “Yeah… I do understand…”

It’s a bit of a surprise to Klavier feeling those unfamiliar lips against his; hot and moist, soft and yielding in contrast to Apollo’s usual enthusiastic firmness. The heat rushes back into Klavier’s face and intensifies in his already throbbing groin, making him gasp, and he pulls the older attorney in, lips parting almost gratefully. Apollo, slips off his thumb with an audible groan as he’s pressed between the two of them, on his knees. Klavier quickly replaces it with two fingers, just barely breaching him, pressing in shallow and slow due to the lack of real lubrication, making the brunette twitch bodily in time with the dance of tongues over his shoulder.

They release each other after a moment, falling back to their respective sides of the wide tub, both with heavy blushes painting their cheeks. Meeting each other’s eyes again after a long moment of regaining composure, they quickly refocus all their attention on Apollo, each chuckling lightly to himself.

It is when the brunette attorney is mewling in the most erotic fashion, draped forward over the edge of the tub with his back arched and the rounded globes of his firm ass breaking the remaining threads of dissipating foam, hips jerking wantonly to their touches and teases, that Klavier boldly catches Phoenix’s attention. He curls the fingers of one soapy hand into Apollo’s messy brown hair, pulling his head back while continuing to massage the area directly behind his balls with two fingers beneath the water. Apollo’s eyes are barely open, and completely unfocused, his lips parted and wet and the sounds he is making could have thoroughly ruined a battalion of saints. “Let him suck you, Herr Wright… I assure you… he will have no objections.”

Klavier had faced Phoenix Wright in court a handful of times over the past seven months and he now found himself thinking briefly about what he’d give to have said something during any of those trials that would have caused the man to look as thoroughly floored as he does right at this moment. “Y-you’re sure?”

“Phoenix… I am sure… Just take care you do not choke him, ja?” Klavier reaches under his sprawled lover’s body, hoisting him easily in the buoying water to face Phoenix directly, braced at the tub’s edge and now fully up on his knees with his ass completely out of the water. ‘Such an enticing sight, mein Gott…’ Leaning forward slightly, Klavier traces one calloused digit down from Apollo’s tailbone, over the pink puckered skin, plumped with arousal and nearly squeaking clean from his submerged manipulations.

Klavier loses track of what Phoenix is doing. He can only assume the man is obeying his suggestion and taking his sweet Apollo’s mouth… tenderly… like a gentleman should, because Apollo’s body is moving and his noises are muffled but he is not being jolted nor are his sounds those of distress. Klavier is tempted to look up, to watch his lover in the act of orally pleasuring another but he hesitates, instead dipping low to taste the smooth flesh, just above where the water meets the back of Apollo’s milky thigh, pulling his mouth up along the gentle curve of his lover’s buttock.

Apollo’s body tenses up a bit when he feels Klavier’s strong thumbs spread him wide, clearly not knowing quite what to expect after all the careful stretching and fondling beneath the water, but he practically melts against side of the tub, swallowing Phoenix to the root when Klavier probes him gently with his tongue, blowing hot breath against his sensitive skin, chilled from exposure to the air, face pressed firmly between his cheeks.

Apollo’s entire body shudders with a deep muffled groan which Phoenix enthusiastically echoes, feeling (Klavier knows very well) all the vibrations from Apollo’s impressive vocal chords conducting straight through his cock to jolt his central nervous system with little trills of pleasure.

It’s all becoming a little too intense… laving Apollo’s quivering flesh with long strokes, pressing just a bit past the relaxed resistance of his puckered hole to penetrate him intimately, tasting soap and clean skin and a little salty sweat tricking in… listening to the chorus of Apollo’s muffled gasps and Phoenix guttural appreciative moaning. He badly wants to touch himself, just a little, to ease the agonizing arousal, wondering if, at this point he could simply auto-orgasm if Apollo happened to moan his name around Phoenix’s cock like that again… ‘Ach… he just did…’

“Fuck… Ah..nhh-” Klavier glances up over Apollo’s tailbone as Phoenix pulls back abruptly, leaving the younger attorney’s mouth with a loud pop, sitting back on his heels and panting. “Damn…” Apollo spasms, moaning more loudly now without Phoenix’s cock in his mouth, when Klavier gives him a couple more good thrusts with his tongue before sitting back himself, hissing as his dick rubs maddeningly against the inside of his pants.

“He is quite good, ja?” Klavier smirks, getting to his feet and pulling the drain plug chain to release the bathwater, chuckling as Phoenix just nods, eyes glazed. He helps Apollo to stand and step out of the tub as Phoenix quickly recovers his composure, standing to envelop the shorter man in a fluffy towel. Noting that the older man has lost his trousers completely at some point, making Klavier the only person still wearing anything, bath towels notwithstanding, he shrugs, popping the buttons open and letting his pants drop to the floor, sighing in relief as he is finally freed from the tight leather.

They pat and stroke Apollo dry with the towel, abandoning it on the bathroom floor and leading the man into his bedroom. “You will be satisfied with his other attributes, I am certain…” Klavier chuckles, guiding Apollo up onto the neatly made bed as Phoenix’s cell phone chirps and he quietly excuses himself to the front room, presumably to let Mr. Edgeworth in, still stark naked.

Klavier snickers; rolling Apollo onto his side and spooning up behind him, casually sliding a hand down over the curve of his lover’s hip to cup his erection. He strokes Apollo’s cock lightly, murmuring into his ear a constant stream of mixed English and German; praise of his body shape and the smoothness of his skin, the strength and tone of his thighs and buttocks, the size and beauty of his penis, smirking whispers of the pleasure he and Phoenix were going to soon experience within his tight body, the pleasure they would give him in return.

“-ppose it was too much to expect you would wait for me…” Phoenix backs into the room, waving his hands in a placating gesture and laughing audibly. Miles enters the room already stripped of his jacket and vest, his cravat hanging loose and untied and his top three shirt buttons unfastened. He glances amusedly over at the scene on Apollo’s bed and Klavier can’t help but grin cheekily and abandon his fondling of Apollo’s penis for a moment to wave. “Oh, I see I didn’t miss the main event after all…”

“That’s what I was trying to tell you!” The attorney sputters in protest and Klavier chuckles merrily, taking Apollo in hand again as Phoenix is grasping Miles by the chin and turning his head sharply, bringing their lips together, smirk for smirk. “Asshole…” Phoenix mutters, smiling against his lover’s lips and attorney and ex-prosecutor can be heard murmuring affectionate insults to each other for a few moments until the gray haired man throws up his hands in exasperation.

“Don’t you have some… one… you should be doing, Wright?”

To be continued…