Policy of Non-involvement

Policy of Non-involvement

Twenty four years old and still a virgin… He is very aware of how unusual that is. It seems like everyone he's ever known had lost their innocence well before high school graduation... and that included the prodigies like himself, installed in their careers before most others their age even had driver's licenses, busy with intense studying and qualifying exams through the period of life meant for self discovery...

But he is anomalous, and he knows it.

No one would ever believe it; that he, with all his celebrity, his stunning looks, and charming (if slightly eccentric) personality, had never…

Well, never anything…

As he found himself in situations throughout his life that could have lead to intimate encounters, he repeatedly experienced a sensation that he’d never felt in any other circumstance, not while performing before thousands of people nor proving his abstractions and speculations in court.

Stage fright… performance anxiety… whatever you had to call it, curling up soundly in his gut, making it tighten in fear, ensconced in his mind and feeding him a constant slow drip of detrimental thoughts. ‘I’d suck at it because I have no experience… I would never succeed in living up to the expectations they have… My body is not as perfect as my clothing makes it look… My estimated penis size according to the internet, is a drastic exaggeration…’ And so on…

Over the years it became a routine of avoidance. He’d verbally dance his way around the topic if it came up with anyone he spoke to, flirting, ironically, not to entice but to distract and evade. His band had no idea, much more concerned with their own romantic conquests than his; they were all rock stars after all.

The Gavinners’ public antics and his own flirtatious demeanor were a very useful smoke screen after a while, exaggerated by the press and the infinite public forums of the internet, providing him with an air of sexuality and mystery, an idol, beautiful and untouchable…

People have predictable reactions to that which they perceive to be unattainable, they either ignore it or challenge it… find a way around or try to go over…

Except when they are somehow so oblivious to the obstacle that they simply pass straight through it…

Lips… warm and wet against his collarbone, slide up to where his pulse is racing and the closed office door he’s pressed against is warming to match his elevated body temperature. There are fingers in his hair, sliding over the contours of his chest, tracing the line of his jaw… the jut of his hip… the curve of his ass... He can hear his own voice break as he tries to speak… to protest… to somehow escape before… before…

“Mein Gott… Ah…H-herr Forehead! Nghh… I-” He shudders, slumping forward as he’s stroked lightly through his leather jeans, the lips that had been working at his neck, somehow managing to find every particularly sensitive spot with uncanny precision are now covering his own, mouths locking together in an almost seamless way. How did he never notice that mouths were designed to fit together so perfectly? Just a little tilt of either person’s head… a slight parting of the lips…

At some point Klavier realizes that he’s experiencing his first kiss… With Apollo Justice… A man who had never paused to consider the hype… never even noticed his carefully constructed perimeter of image and glamor… A man who didn’t even like his music… A man he had frankly expected to hate after what had happened in that trial with Herr Wright and Kristoph…

But it’s good… So fucking good that he can’t breathe… can’t think- can’t even hear that serpent of doubt whispering in his mind anymore. Somehow Apollo just casually negated all of its negativity, silencing its steady trickle of insecurity. His belly, typically tight with nerves despite his serene appearance, is now twisting with the heat of arousal and for the first time in his life, Klavier just lets go… lets it all out like he does so easily on stage…

By the time their mouths part he’s nearly sobbing, clutching Apollo about the shoulders and embracing him tightly, with silent tears streaming over his cheeks and as the shorter man pulls back to regard him quizzically all his fears come rushing back in. He’s crap… can’t kiss… a disappointment… a failure… a-

Warmth… lips brushing his wet cheeks, tasting the tears that had trickled into the corners of his mouth… Apollo’s hot firm body still pressed against him… not leaving… not laughing… not even acknowledging his discomfiture.

“You’ve never done this, huh?” It’s not really a question and is accompanied by another kiss to his temple and gentle fingers carding through his carefully styled hair, fragmenting its tight spiral into multiple ringlets… “I’m a little surprised, I’ll admit, but… I think I understand…” Apollo’s breath over his ear has him shivering again and he’s still hard… so hard he aches.

And he doesn’t have to explain… Apollo doesn’t ask... Instead, Apollo draws him carefully away from the wall and leads him across the room to his chair where he sits almost automatically, still a bit dazed.

“Can I show you?”

As he looks up Apollo is already kneeling between his spread thighs, large but nimble hands going after the buttons of his fly and Klavier has seen more than enough porn to know exactly where this is going, even without the actual experience.

Surprisingly though, he’s not terrified like he had expected to be. Apollo has no preconceived notions about the size of his cock… won’t care that he shaves his legs… Any opinions Apollo might have regarding his one, embarrassingly stupid tattoo will remain unvoiced... Apollo isn’t expecting perfection.

The flush of relief that suffuses through his body is nearly as amazing as the rush of pleasure he feels when Apollo slips the head of his cock between his lovely lips, taking him all the way in until his small nose is brushing the short blond curls at Klavier’s lower belly, swallowing him… pulling back up and lapping delicately at the rapidly forming pearls of clear fluid at his tip. Klavier is too occupied watching… feeling his length press into Apollo’s mouth and throat to feel any insecurity about his size.

And It’s not as if he’d never had an orgasm before, but as he’s reduced to a mental flatline a few minutes later, quivering uncontrollably with his knuckles whitening on the arms of his chair, spilling himself down the defense attorney’s throat in sanity searing pulses so intense they’re nearly painful… as he’s almost biting through his own lip to keep from screaming, he’s inclined to change his opinion on the matter…

He’d never had an orgasm before… Not like this.

Nothing he’d ever drawn from his own body, to the flicker of his computer monitor in the dark or released unconsciously against his mattress while dreaming could ever hope to compare to coming inside of Apollo.

Collapsing heavily back into his chair he pulls from the attorney’s mouth with a wet pop, panting and incoherent for a long moment as his heart rate slows back to normal, thudding heavily still, like his blood is suddenly a little too thick… When he manages to bring his vision back into focus the red suited man is again standing, smiling slightly at the corner of his mouth.

“Would you like to have dinner with me, tonight?” His hand is on the door handle, pausing as Klavier tries to wrap his head around the concept of speech.

“J-ja… ja, I- I would love to…” He gets to his feet a bit clumsily, noting that he’d been politely tucked away and re-buttoned by the other man.

“Good… Do you know where the Wright Anything Agency is?” He’s offered a card with the telephone number and address of a building still professing to be the Wright Talent Agency. “Come by and get me at six ok?”

“O-of course…” Klavier stammers before catching Apollo’s eyes. “Thank you…”

“Oh, don’t thank me yet… Wait until I buy you dinner…” The shorter man hooks a finger in the heavy chain around his neck, drawing him forward and down into a somewhat fierce kiss, biting his lip possessively before waltzing out the door with a friendly wave, leaving him flushed and half hard again.

Had that really just happened? Klavier glances back down at the card in his hand, flipping it over and noticing the defense attorney’s name and personal cell number in a hasty scrawl. ‘Ja, it did…’ Returning to the chair he might never look at the same way again, he puts the new information into his cell and files the card in his Rolodex.

“Mein Gott… I’m dating Herr Forehead…” He sits in a daze for a moment before shrugging and checking the time. ‘3:52… Ach… So long to wait…’ So much for his policy of non-involvement…

Things change fast in the life of a Rock Star.