Out In The Open

Chapter Six

Apollo isn’t exactly in pain as they slowly press into him but he’s not experiencing much pleasure yet. Klavier can tell, even though the man makes no noise; more probably because he makes no noise, holding his breath, teeth and eyes both tightly clamped, his fingernails pressing crescent shaped dents into the prosecutor’s upper arms.

“Breathe baby… relax…” Klavier soothes, taking Apollo’s flagging erection in his free hand and stroking it back to full hardness. Apollo does noticeably relax then, loosening around them with the pleasant distraction of Klavier’s calloused fingers moving over him, spreading the slickness of his own pre-cum along with the unnatural slipperiness of their choice lubricant. Slowly they begin a rhythm of alternating short thrusts and withdrawals, pressing in only slightly at first but building up to deeper penetrations once the younger attorney begins to buck and writhe and moan between them.

Phoenix locks his elbows beneath Apollo’s knees, pulling his thighs even further apart and Klavier sinks in deep, Phoenix’s cock sliding partially in along with him, pushing him up into his lover’s prostate, making the man arch up from the cradle of Phoenix’s body, writhing against Klavier’s chest, his hands still tense on the prosecutor’s arms, graceful neck craned back and mouth erotically agape.

And it’s not as if Klavier is completely focused on Apollo’s condition either. How can he be, when he is also experiencing such maddening stimulation? Apollo’s crushing tightness all around the head of his cock is so good it’s almost painful and Phoenix, hard and pulsing against him- rubbing against him- slipping beneath him as he can’t help but buck sharply up when it’s his turn, just to feel the hot contours of the other drag against him as he plunges in, relishing also the deep groans of the older attorney when Apollo flexes around them, pressing them close.

Klavier pulls back out to the brink and Phoenix pushes upwards, slipping in beside and past him, shuddering as the blond prosecutor cries out and Apollo whines, grinding the back of his head against Phoenix’s shoulder and abandoning his death grip on Klavier’s right arm to begin ruthlessly tugging his cock again.

From there it’s a steady build up of rhythm, alternating their thrusts they keep the smaller attorney as well as one another, constantly stimulated. Apollo is continually filled by one or the other of them, moaning and babbling incoherencies with his face turned into Phoenix’s neck as they begin to slowly align their thrusts until they are both fully inside, only just twitching their hips as Apollo’s muscles vibrate around them, squeezing maddeningly in waves. Klavier is barely keeping it together, panting harshly, his hands twisting into the bedding to either side of Phoenix’s torso and from the nearly inaudible sounds Phoenix is making, shuddering and tensing, he seems to be in a similar state.

Somehow they manage to begin slowly withdrawing and pressing in again as one, Phoenix’s arms shaking with the effort of supporting Apollo’s weight and Klavier soon shifts to link his arms beneath the older attorney’s lower back, coaxing the man to sit forward and roll Apollo towards him. Together they maneuver so that Klavier is on his back with Apollo resting against him, chest to chest, knees now supported by the mattress and Phoenix mounted over them both, finally able to thrust freely.

For his part, Klavier now just has to lay there, his hands rising to cup his lover’s spread buttocks. He finds Apollo’s lips against his and kisses back wildly, incoherently, sharing his hot- halting breaths. He’s only about half way inside as Phoenix takes over their rhythm, driving in forcefully and the friction is so fucking good- so fast- so fucking hard... shoving him into Apollo’s most sensitive parts. He can feel the younger attorney start to lose it; breath coming in harsh gasps against his neck, voice thin and high in his ear. Apollo’s hand is still in motion between their bodies, jerking himself earnestly and simultaneously rubbing tender and sensitive areas on Klavier’s lower belly, making his abs twitch and his groin tense almost too pleasantly. He throws his head back against the rumpled bedding, moaning aloud as his cock starts to thicken dangerously but Phoenix is slowing down, holding them there, just at the edge.

He becomes aware that Phoenix is speaking, babbling a plea for permission… something… He wants to touch his lover… needs to feel him… Klavier rolls his head to the side with a pitiful groan, peering across the room. The ex-prosecutor is still mostly clothed but he’s clearly been unabashedly masturbating, he blinks owlishly at them over his half moon glasses, expression oddly neutral upon hearing Phoenix’s words.

Apollo is way too far gone to care if Miles joins his lover and Klavier is still twitching as his aborted orgasm recedes, leaving his nerves jangling and hot like over-taxed wiring. He does the only thing he can think of, not trusting himself to make any verbal sense and releases Apollo’s left ass cheek to give Miles a thumbs up, closing his eyes and coxing his lover into another kiss as Phoenix picks up the pace again, joined by Klavier, unable to restrain himself from thrusting up any longer.

The bed dips a few moments later and Phoenix’s noises become muffled, a new voice, hushed but erotically deep joining their chorus. Klavier can’t see but it doesn’t matter because Phoenix is coming, throbbing against him in a series of hard, rapid pulses that reverberate through his cock and straight to the searing point inside him where a warm familiar tingle starts to seep outwards through his groin and up his spine, down the length of his cock- he’s so fucking close… and then, he’s coming too, the point of heat jetting suddenly outward from his core, burning in his balls and exploding from the tip of his cock, just as a harsh cry tears raggedly from his normally silken vocal cords and it’s painful and exquisite and so very necessary. Klavier cries out again when Phoenix jerks against them one final time, slamming his hips to Apollo’s reddened backside, his shout of release choked off by Miles’ cock in his throat and when he pulls back, he pulls out completely, falling away from them.

Presumably he ends up back against the pillows at the head of the bed and presumably also, Miles ends up on top of him. Klavier can’t see them and doesn’t really care to look elsewhere than up into Apollo’s shadowed face. Klavier moves a hand between them to assist in bringing Apollo to completion, raptly taking in the man’s expression as his eyelids drop to half mast, mouth falling open… And when Apollo comes it is with Klavier’s mouth pressed tenderly against his own, breathing in his groans of ecstasy as he stiffens and spills between their bellies… with Klavier’s warm tropic-blue eyes, half lidded but still locked with his.

Klavier continues to stroke and fondle his lover’s slick wet cock until it finishes pulsing out small dribbles of cum, easing himself out while carefully holding the condom in place. Apollo falls against him and breathes a heavy contented sigh into the side of his neck, making no move to roll off or reposition himself. Dimly, Klavier is aware of the sound of Miles having a quiet orgasm by the, way the bed jostles for a few moments and by Phoenix’s muted satisfied groan.

He is also aware that Apollo has passed out.

Being the only one still clothed at all Miles is able to straighten out his appearance quickly and excuse himself to the kitchen to make tea. Phoenix just rests there for a moment until Klavier clears his throat meaningfully. “Alright there, Gavin?” He hears the man chuckle wearily and the mattress shifts again as he rises slowly, rolling off the bed and to his feet.

“Ja… just… A little-”

“Furniture?” Phoenix’s mirthful voice is next to his ear and Klavier nods, shifting beneath Apollo’s warm weight. He sits up as the older attorney carefully maneuvers Apollo off of him without waking the peacefully slumbering man and also slides off the bed to his feet, stripping off his condom finally. They both stand there for a moment, just watching Apollo sleep until Klavier decides that his poor lover looks too debauched- too undignified and as Phoenix disappears, snickering, into the bathroom, Klavier begins to carefully clean the mess of lube from between Apollo’s thighs and buttocks, murmuring apologies to his sleeping lover when he has to touch where Apollo is still slick and stretched, swollen and over-sensitive, making him flinch and moan restlessly. Klavier wipes Apollo’s own semen from his abdomen and hand and from his softened penis before carefully covering him with a spare comforter, stroking his sweaty hair away from his eyes and kissing that significant forehead lightly.

“I love you baby… Gott, I love you Apollo… Don’t ever grow bored of me ja? Bitte?” Klavier curls himself around Apollo’s body, breathing softly against his ear.

“I promise…”

“Ach, you were not supposed to be awake, Forehead…” He taps his index finger lightly between Apollo’s forked eyebrows, bending to press his lips to the same spot a moment later, pulling the smaller man into his arms and humming affectionately.

“Did- did you have fun?” Apollo yawns, distorting the end of his sentence and blinking sleepily at him. Klavier can’t help but smile, nodding and continuing to smooth down the attorney’s disheveled hair.

“Ja, Apollo… I had fun… I feel very good right now and we will talk all about it tomorrow, after you have slept.” He needn’t have added that, as Apollo is again fast asleep by the time he finishes speaking, breathing slow and deep, his brow relaxed and his face peaceful and serene. Klavier rolls off the bed and pulls on Apollo’s weird bathrobe, the one embroidered with smiling, winged sushi rolls and walks out to the living room where he doesn’t quite manage to interrupt an intimate moment between Miles and Phoenix, breezing past them into the kitchen for a glass of wine.

By the time he returns to the living room they are finished trying to eat one another’s faces off and sit comfortably side by side on Apollo’s sofa, Miles sipping tea and Phoenix sucking on a beer. He seats himself in a leather club chair across from them and smirks plainly, sipping his Shiraz.

“I suppose I needn’t worry of having a dull life here, then…” Miles crosses one slim leg over the other, sitting back and regarding him with a raised eyebrow, and a subtle, approving smirk.

“You’ve decided to-?” Phoenix’s head snaps around, his eyes wide and Klavier can’t help but think he might be missing something.

“It had nothing to do with this… bizarre… but no less pleasant evening, Wright. The arrangements have been in the works for months…” Miles looks off to the side, embarrassed. “I was waiting to tell you…” he coughs, “I’m back in town for good and the college has accepted my proposal. I will guest-lecture locally only and my classes are down to twice a week. I can begin taking on cases for the firm immediately and I want my name on the damn sign.” The man finishes, lifting the teacup petulantly to his lips.

Klavier can only smile with profound affection for his friends as the dark haired attorney hugs his fairer lover around the middle, ignoring the man’s loud protests that he is holding a cup of scalding tea.

The prosecutor laughs to himself, sipping his wine as the two defense attorneys across from him continue to bicker affectionately. Honestly, watching them argue was like watching a normal couple engaged in heavy foreplay. Klavier shakes his head, smirking into his glass.

‘Scheiße! I’m now really outnumbered by the defense…’

“Klavier, we have to be going…” The former prosecutor gets to his feet, dragging Phoenix up with him and Klavier also rises, setting his glass down on a coaster and warmly shaking the man’s hand as it’s offered. “Thank you, this was… very enjoyable…”

“It was for us too Miles, Phoenix…” Klavier shows them to the door where they retrieve their jackets and toe their shoes on. “Gentlemen… I will see you both in court, ja? And perhaps we can all spend some more time together soon…” Klavier smirks as they redden slightly, nodding and smiling and waving back at him as they shuffle down the hall past the elevator, toward the stairs..

And as he moves back through the apartment, shutting off the lights, Klavier again contemplates his fortune… his life then and his life now, what he’s gained and what he’s lost… ‘The pendulum swings and our fate’s decided…’

He returns to Apollo’s side, shedding the robe and slipping into bed beside the sleeping man, soaking in warmth and scent and the feeling of skin on skin… And as his thoughts of the past and worries of the future spin down in Apollo’s soothing presence, peaceful contented sleep gradually overtakes him.

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