Nights Like This

“That place was amazing, ja? How did you ever find out about it? So out of the way but…” The café had been lovely, intimate but non-cloying atmosphere, great food and impeccable service but he knows he’s rather rambling on about it, forcibly not wringing his hands, keeping them firmly in their respective positions, thumbs hooked in the waistband of his jeans. Not to keep them from shaking with nerves, no… to look casual… ‘Just act casual… That is what they say in the movies, ja?'

“It’s my favorite café… I only show it to… well, very special people.” Apollo doesn’t look up from where he’s toeing off his sneakers, one hand braced against the wall for balance so he, at least visually, misses the prosecutor’s blush. How was it that being referred to as “special” by Apollo suddenly meant so much more to him than being referred to as “a rock idol” by millions?

“Who else have you taken there?” Klavier grimaces at the tone of his own voice, biting his lip contritely as the shorter man straightens up and faces him with a small smile.

“No one...”

Without waiting for a reply the defense attorney turns, leaving Klavier slightly slack jawed, and meanders off down the hall into what Klavier has to assume is the kitchen, from the sounds of running water and cabinet doors opening and shutting. “Make yourself at home, Klavier… The living room is straight down the hall. I’ll just be a moment…”

Earlier that day he had been considering more formal dress for his first date with Apollo, but eventually decided against it in the agonizing two hours between the time that he’d been left, panting and aroused in his office and when he’d pulled up outside the Wright Anything Agency at 5:47, wondering if he still had time to go back and change….

He’d been relieved to see that Apollo too had opted for casual clothing, when he emerged from the building, locking up and dropping his keys into a red messenger bag stuffed with what looked like books or case files. He’d also been ecstatic when the defense attorney simply accepted the spare helmet from his hands and climbed onto Klavier’s motorcycle behind him without pause or protest… like it was something they did every day.

All through dinner, they’d made easy conversation, like old friends, talking first about the recently closed Kitaki case, it being the only trial they had faced each other in as yet, and then moving on to speak about more personal matters. Klavier found it shockingly easy to talk with Apollo. The attorney gave up as much information as he asked for, listened intently and easily avoided sensitive topics to maintain Klavier’s emotional comfort. Yes, he had worked for Kristoph but he did not mention the man, even when the subject of his schooling and apprenticeship in law had come up, for which Klavier was very grateful.

“Do you want to come up for coffee?” Apollo had asked from the curb as Klavier stowed his spare helmet away and the prosecutor had accepted the amusingly cliché invitation so quickly he’d surprised himself. Ordinarily he would have been forced to just as swiftly concoct some excuse… some meeting or show he was already late for… some case that demanded his attention… something… anything to avoid facing their coy looks… their expectations… their eyes on him like they could already see through his clothing…

After kicking off his motorcycle boots and arranging them next to Apollo’s discarded sneakers in the corner he pads down the hall into Apollo’s small but extremely tidy and well organized living room. Honestly it resembles nothing so much as an IKEA catalog page, all inexpensive but tastefully coordinated furniture and storage solutions in shades of rust and taupe, accented by bright art-glass pieces and throw pillows.

When Apollo joins him, carrying two steaming mugs topped with frothy white swirls, Klavier is standing at the room’s one enormous window, idly turning a heavy glass cube, filled with two incompatible fluids, one red and one black, over and over in his hands, lost in thought and only half watching as they flowed around each other in rippling arabesques without homogenizing.

“The view is better from the bedroom…”

Coming from anyone else in the world, that kind of blatant come-on would have turned his stomach into a knot of anxiety, gripped him with the urge to flee. But, this is Apollo speaking… inviting… placing their coffees on the sofa table and stepping towards him… taking the bauble from his fingers and setting it aside… getting him half hard with just a look, a brush of warm skin, a smirk made of innuendo and promises. Klavier enjoys a pleasant shudder when Apollo threads their fingers together and can only nod mutely as he’s led away from the window and through a door off the entry hall.

“I expected to be drunk the first time… I thought it might be the only way I could le-” He’s silenced by warm lips suddenly moving against his own, a small clever tongue coaxing him open and delicately exploring him when he complies, pulling back just as tenderly, leaving him gasping, craning his neck forward as if to chase that exquisite, receding warmth.

“You don’t have to explain anything to me, Klavier… I’m not looking at you like a conquest ok? Just… today… earlier… I was really forward with you… and I’m sorry if-”

It’s Klavier that does the silencing this time, pressing himself fully against Apollo’s body, and wrapping his arms about the shorter man’s lower back to pull him up to his tiptoes, bring their eyes level before sealing their mouths together again.

They part mutually this time, each pulling back a few inches to lock eyes and Klavier can’t help but break into a smile, murmuring “Thank you, Apollo…” and observing his companion’s slight confusion he smirks, gaining back some of his usual public confidence in Apollo’s disarming presence, “for buying me dinner, ja?”

Klavier laughs when the shorter man moves to nuzzle beneath his ear, chuckling, “Oh don’t thank me yet...” and Klavier is suddenly very aware of how hard Apollo is, pressed against his body where Klavier has drawn him up point toed. “The meal isn’t over until you’ve had coffee…” He indicates their forgotten mugs in the living room with a tilt of his head, “and dessert…” he concludes, rolling his hips so suggestively that Klavier can’t even think about just how cheesy that whole conversation had been because he’s too busy kissing Apollo again, moaning into the smaller man’s mouth, widening his stance to further equalize their heights.

He’d never dreamed it could be so easy to just fall into bed with someone, allow another to see and touch and taste all the hidden parts of his body that he had long felt were inadequate or unimpressive given some of the things his fans were inclined to say on their Gavinners fanclub blogs. But, Apollo isn’t a Gavinners fan and although it hurts his feelings a little that Apollo doesn’t like his music, not feeling like he must measure up to the airbrushed and perfect idea of Klavier Gavin that most people expect is a relief beyond measure.

Apollo’s bedroom is not large, accommodating only a full size futon style mattress on a low black lacquered platform and two matching night stands, but it’s just as uncluttered and impeccably decorated as the rest of his home. Klavier feels a bit ashamed for a moment, visualizing his own messy office and apartment, littered with sheet music and other paperwork… various guitars… clothing. He wonders if Apollo would let him mess this space up a little... Although they’ve already trashed the apartment from how it looked when they arrived, their cooled full coffee mugs leaving rings on Apollo’s pristine sofa table… their shoes in the hall and their every stitch of clothing littering his bedroom floor in rumpled heaps.

“We don’t need to rush this you know…” They recline, tangled together on top of Apollo’s duvet, just lightly caressing each other with their fingertips… smoothing along arms and thighs, tracing the lines of pectoral and abdominal muscles, straying close to but not touching key erogenous zones. They’re still urgently aroused, hot and hard and pressed together. “I don’t want to make you do anything… um, else… you might regret…” Apollo’s spikes wilt forward a little when he lowers his brow, obviously chastising himself for his behavior earlier that afternoon. “But if you want to continue…”

“Ja… I want to continue with you Apollo.” He agrees, nodding firmly. “You must understand, you are the first person I have ever felt comfortable with.” He shakes his head in wonder. “Earlier, when we were in my office… Mein Gott, Forehead… Klavier laughs suddenly, burying his face against Apollo’s neck, unable to finish his thought. “You’re definitely an anomaly, Apollo.”

He feels Apollo smile rather than seeing it, strong arms tightening around him briefly and then he’s being rolled onto his back. The smaller man settles atop him, looking down at his face for a few moments before bending to kiss along his jaw, reaching down to align his hard member with Klavier’s between their pressed abdomens and flexing his hips to send a gratifying spike of pleasure through both of them. “Ah- Alright then… Stop me if I do anything you don’t like, ok?”

Apollo’s husky murmur against his ear and the exquisite pleasure of being pressed so tightly together with another hot body has him reeling, arching helplessly up against the solid weight pinning him. “Nghh.. Ja, I will… just- ah.. carefully… bitte..” He trails off, groaning as the smaller man rolls his pelvis again, bending to suck one of Klavier’s nipples in gently, hair spikes tickling his chest.

It all becomes too much after only a few minutes, Klavier can feel the familiar tightening and jittery tremor in his lower belly, his hips canting forward. “Ah.. Apollo I’m.. stop.. I- Gott.. bitte…” Klavier grips Apollo’s duvet, sucking in a harsh breath as the defense attorney stops moving and slowly lifts off his body, encircling his erection with finger and thumb at the very base and squeezing, choking him off before he can spill.

After an agonizing moment the tightness fades and an ache like no other settles into its place, making him almost whine in frustrated arousal. The hard arc of his spine relaxes and he falls back against the plush duvet with an unmanly whimper, panting and sweaty and red in the face, his hair disengaged from its spiral style and spilling over the pillows. ‘Ach, mustn’t I just look a mess…’ He scoffs internally.

“God, Klavier… you’re beautiful.” At Apollo’s words Klavier’s eyes slowly flutter open and he gazes up to where the attorney is hovering over him, now kneeling between his spread trembling thighs. “I know you have thousands upon thousands of people telling you that constantly but-”

“N-nein… ah.. They only lust after a fictional character… not me.” He folds his arms behind his head to prop it up so he can make better eye contact. “They want the Klavier Gavin who is free of chicken pox scars on his back or the one who has a thirteen inch penis. Maybe they are after the Klavier who does not need contact lenses to drive and read, and so on… They only desire the perfect Klavier who does not exist except on stage… But you… Scheiße Apollo, You dislike my music, you agree with Frauline Detective, that I am flamboyant and garish… and we oppose each other in the courtroom as well!” He has to laugh, pushing himself up onto his elbows and marveling once again at how unselfconscious he feels, even nude and painfully aroused, with Apollo between his legs.

“I don’t think you’re that garish…” The attorney looks abashed, playing with his hair spikes sheepishly. “And it’s not as if I exclusively dislike your music. I just like softer music in gener-”

He’d had to drag Apollo down by the shoulder to meet him half way in order to kiss him silent again and when he pulls away, relaxing back into the downy pillows Apollo falls along with him, sealing their mouths back together. They both swear softly as their erections brush again, smearing their abdomens with slippery fluid. “Apollo… whatever it is that you would like to do together, I am up for it, ja…” Klavier can hardly believe what he’s whispering into the attorney’s ear, but with Apollo it just comes so easily; the trust, the affection, the lustful abandon he always thought he had too many hang-ups to experience.

Apollo murmurs promises of gentleness and pleasure into his ear, shifting over him to reach for the drawer of one of the night stands and rifling it blindly before resettling between his thighs with a condom between his teeth, flipping the top open on a small bottle. “Not allergic to latex, right?” He displays the silvery mylar packet.

“Nein... It’s good…” Klavier pants, spreading his legs further apart to give the smaller man room and Apollo smiles, strokes his thighs as he shifts forward between them with a liberal application of slippery clear liquid coating the fingers of his left hand. He carefully lifts Klavier’s balls out of the way before beginning to trace his anus with one slick finger in tiny circles, dipping in shallowly at first, gradually penetrating deeper.

“Ahh.. Y- you need- ngh… not be so gentle with me, Apollo…” The attorney glances up at him quizzically, adding another finger and pushing in a little harder, a little deeper as Klavier’s spine bows again, his hips twitching, one hand going for his own cock, the other curling into the bedding.

“You’re used to being penetrated?” Apollo raises one forked eyebrow, pausing with his fingers buried in Klavier’s body all the way to the webbing, making him shudder and sweat with constant firm pressure on his prostate.

“Whu- haa..Well, when all that you haa- ah..have is mastur- nm- bation… Nghh.. You t-tend to acquire many… Oh...objects designed ha- to keep it in- ngh- teresting…” The pressure eases and Klavier slumps back against the pillows again, panting harshly. “My collection is varied and considerable.” He finishes, his eyes glazed and low-lidded.

“Makes sense… I’ve got a few myself… we uh- should compare notes sometime…” Apollo smirks and Klavier grins lopsidedly back, nodding weakly in assent and shuddering again when reminded of where Apollo’s hand still is with a little tap to that sensitive gland. “And if I entered you now, would it hurt you?”

At this point Klavier is almost beyond caring if it kills him, let alone if it might hurt a little. “Nein… please, Apollo… I’ve been waiting so long…” He cranes his neck, pressing back into the pillows and groaning softly when Apollo withdraws his fingers and wipes the excess lube off on a small towel that he seems to conjure from thin air, retrieving the silver packet from the bedding and tearing it open.

They’re fairly evenly matched in size, Klavier notes. His is slightly longer and Apollo’s, a little thicker, not intimidatingly large but damn big enough to promise a bit of pain along with the anticipated pleasure. Klavier swallows down a small uprising of anxiety and watches intently as the attorney’s fingers work, applying a little lube to the inside of the condom before pinching the tip and rolling it on.

“Are you one hundred percent alright with this Klavier?” He tears his eyes away from where Apollo is lightly stroking himself to spread more lubricant, meeting his eyes. “I mean, this is it… In about five seconds I’m going to take something that you’ve held onto for a very long time. Are you sure you’re ready to part with it?” Klavier feels the blunt warm pressure of Apollo poised against him, waiting for his assent and he gives it up with a nod and a murmur of “Ja, baby…” relaxing his body to accept his first lover.

Faithful to his promises, Apollo is truly gentle and considerate, waiting until Klavier has taken a deep breath and is exhaling before slipping past the initial resistance with one smooth push, then pausing to allow him a moment to adjust, and it’s not long at all before Klavier is rolling his hips almost involuntarily, trying to get more of Apollo inside him, moaning the attorney’s name as every shallow thrust and withdrawal seats Apollo deeper inside him. His hand is back on his cock, alternately stroking himself lightly and kneading his tightened balls, sucking in a hard gasping breath as he’s spread wide by thicker base of Apollo’s shaft, now fully buried inside him. The heavy erection stretching him is a bit painful as anticipated but that discomfort is far outweighed by the pleasurable dual stimulation of pressure on his prostate and the manipulations of his own hand and after a moment he’s more than ready for Apollo to begin moving.

And he does, pulling back and fluidly pressing forward again, only just teasing that little nerve packed gland on each pass, driving Klavier insane with the need for more. “Ahh.. Gott… baby… Oh bitte… Apollo…” He tries arching his back to adjust the angle and is rewarded by a toe curling hot shiver, blazing through his every nerve when it’s just right, as well as a deep groan from Apollo when Klavier’s muscles contract involuntarily around him.

“Yeah… It’s nghh.. good huh?” Apollo’s arms slip beneath him, linking around his lower back and drawing him up tight against his body, keeping that curve in his spine, that perfect angle of entry that had Apollo’s cock mercilessly hammering into his prostate each time he thrust in and dragging back over it on each withdraw. Klavier knows Apollo just asked him a question but he’s finding it difficult to focus on anything beyond how fucking great he feels, how he can’t keep his eyes focused or his voice from pitching high and thin, how with each thrust his cock twitches and dribbles fluid onto his stomach.

Klavier could have never anticipated this actually happening… not in a million years… not anywhere but in his own mind as he came into his hand and against the tiles of his shower wall. Apollo had appeared in his frequent masturbation fantasies more and more often in the short time they’d been acquainted and Klavier had found himself becoming impatient for the next time they would meet in court, looking for, but never seeing the attorney around the detention center or the police station or the courthouse. He knew he was attracted to that sincere, boyish face and compact body in its shocking red suit, to the enthusiasm and resourcefulness with which the man fought in court and even to that broad forehead he teased the defense attorney about, but Klavier had simply assumed that things would play out as they always had before…

But it is happening; he’s having sex with Apollo Justice. He’s letting Apollo fuck him, letting his legs fall even further apart and his back arch even higher over Apollo’s supporting arms. He’s crying out when Apollo snaps his hips upwards, diving in deep, rubbing Klavier’s cock slickly between their abdomens and he realizes hazily, that he doesn’t care if his hair is a mess, curling haphazardly and damp with sweat, he doesn’t care that he is quite possibly making an utterly ridiculous face and extremely un-masculine noises. He’s aware by the sounds Apollo is making, lips pressed against his solar plexus and the rock hard erection filling him so completely, that he need have no worries of being a “bad lay”, at least in this orientation.

Apollo had seen his flaws and his quirks, seen his “real” body and had still called him beautiful and he knows it is the truth because Apollo wouldn’t lie to him. Apollo is trustworthy and honest, someone he can work with while still opposing; someone he can find the TRUTH with…

Klavier stiffens with a sharp cry, balls drawing up and groin aching. His dick swells, throbbing between them, ready to explode… His nerves are on fire; electric pleasure arcing up his spine from his very core, tingling in his lips and nipples and quivering thighs, burning in his cock and ass, in his fingertips and curling toes. He feels Apollo’s arms tighten around him, feels Apollo thicken and pulse inside him and he’s gone… they’re both gone, spilling out hot and fast, throwing themselves against each other wildly, all rhythm lost, rutting through their mutual orgasm, until it’s too much… too sensitive… too softened and spent. Klavier’s body slowly relaxes, settling back against the rumpled bedding, pulling Apollo down on top of him. He feels Apollo’s penis slip out and moans softly, shifting to allow the brunette to reach down between them and slide the condom off, flinging it in the general direction of a trash can in the corner before collapsing back against him with a contented murmur.

Klavier is a little overwhelmed by the experience, panting and shaky, dizzy with endorphins, body still tingling and twitching with pleasant shivers. Simultaneously he is a little sorry he’d been missing out on something that enjoyable for so many years but glad that he’d been able to have his first experience with Apollo. And if he’d thought earlier that day, that nothing at all could to compare to coming into Apollo’s mouth then he has to admit having set a new high mark at coming with Apollo inside him, pressed against him, supporting him, surrounding him… ‘It really is just that easy… with the right person, ja.’

It’s not weird that they don’t talk about it afterward. Apollo extracts himself from Klavier’s arms and rolls off of the bed after a few minutes of comfortable silence, grinning sheepishly at him and running a hand over his sweaty spikes, flattening them only to have them spring back upright. ‘Really, what does he use in there, shellac?’ Klavier smiles as the towel rematerializes and his abdomen and thighs are gently cleaned of semen and lube. He is then coaxed to stand and led, only slightly limping, into the bathroom for a more intimate washing.

Apollo’s shower has a glass door, standing directly across from a large mirror and Klavier keeps his eyes on their reflections as Apollo runs a wet cloth over his stomach and up between his thighs delicately, watches as he’s folded in Apollo’s arms, rests his chin atop the shorter man’s head and the hot water beats against them, plastering their hair down, finally wilting the defense attorney’s antenna like spikes, watches himself brush Apollo’s bangs aside to kiss his forehead and as the shorter man tilts his head up to kiss his chin. Klavier watches until steam fogs the mirror and obscures them from view.

“We’re good together, you know?” Apollo murmurs against his collarbone, idly running fingertips up and down his spine once they’re back in his bed, under a fresh comforter, limbs tangled together comfortably, half dozing in the semi-darkness of the city.

“Ja… we are, mein Forehead…” He laughs, as Apollo grumbles about his nickname, holding the man against his chest, howling as he gets a raspberry blown on his ticklish belly and retaliating with a poke to Apollo’s ribs. And they tussle affectionately, and giggle and kiss, and Apollo doesn’t protest when Klavier rolls atop him, kissing down his jaw and neck, down his chest and stomach, doesn’t protest when Klavier settles between his legs and hooks an arm beneath each pale thigh, bending to get his first taste of his new lover… Doesn’t protest anything Klavier wants to try…

Tomorrow will bring more work and responsibilities, but also now has the potential to contain more “office visits” and suggestive text messages, possibly more confusion and doubt but definitely more excitement and exploration and hopefully many more nights like this.