For What Ails You

For What Ails You
By: TheGoddessofDeath

A/N: Written for the kink meme. The requester asked for Phoenix/Miles getting turned on by the other peeing, and for sex to follow.

The smell of iodine fills his senses as he awakens, a slow beeping droning in his ears. At first he's confused, wonders where he is and how he got here. Brown eyes adjust to the dimly lit room, sitting up straight to allow his spine to crack back into place. Miles knows where he is. He remembers this atmosphere from many years ago and he tries to block the overwhelming sensations. His cell phone is flashing red, signaling he has a text message. It's from Franziska, telling him that wherever he was to be ready to work tomorrow, no matter what.

Now he remembers.

He has been called over here from Germany, where he had been hiding with his sister in the home they had grown up in together, by him. The male in the bed with his forehead wrapped up tightly. He seems to be dozing, not too heavily asleep. He could have roused him if he wanted to. But he just watches his childhood friend sleep, putting his head by his and listening to his deep breathing.

It is lulling to Miles, being so close to Phoenix again. To know he's alive, having been so worried (though he would never admit it) when he had gotten the phone call from Larry telling him what had happened. "You're a fool, Wright," he mutters, nuzzling closer to the crook of his neck. It's a closeness he's too afraid to ask for while the other's conscious.

Though he seems to have forgotten he's sleeping lightly and Phoenix feels his friend's soft caresses. "Miles..." he lets out in a barely coherent mutter, smiling to him. "You're still here."

Miles tries to pull away quickly, embarrassed at being caught. "Yeah, well... I fell asleep."

Phoenix knows his friend has stayed for him, and he offers him a gentle smile, rolling over slightly to touch his cheek with his fingertips. "Thank you."

The prosecutor snorts, lingering at his touch before sitting back in his chair, crossing his arms. "...you're welcome," he finally manages, not looking to his friend and Phoenix smiles gently.

There's a silence between the two for a good five minutes, and Miles almost thinks Phoenix has fallen back into slumber. He wouldn't be surprised. They have him on a painkiller for the bump to his head and cold medicine for the cold he had managed to contract. That is, until he starts sitting up.

"Where are you going?" Miles asks, standing up to help him accordingly.

"I need to use the bathroom," he says, swinging his feet over the bed to the floor. He's a bit unstable on his feet, feeling a bit dizzy. The slightly older male comes to his side, letting him lean on his shoulder and arm as he leads him to the bathroom a bit away.

Miles would let him go in there alone, but Phoenix says he doesn't want to sit and use the toilet. And he looks like he will fall over any minute so he leads him into the bathroom, flicking on the light that brings on the fan at the same time.

There's an inner monologue going through the prosecutor's head as he stands there still as a post while Phoenix jostles himself around to maneuver around the gown. He tells himself to look away but simply cannot as he hears the first drops of urine hitting the toilet water. Phoenix is making sighs of contentment as he relieves himself, and Miles cannot but be mesmerised by the display. Never would he had thought that a necessary body function could be so arousing.

Miles watches as the yellow liquid increases its intensity, leaving Phoenix's cock to land in the toilet bowl in front of them. Does he know he's watching him with fascination, feeling that warmth in his abdomen as he does and wants to pull Phoenix's head down to meet him and kiss him breathless.

The defense attorney is smiling, no- smirking. He looks over to Miles as he continues, giving him a knowing look. "I never took you for that kind of man," is all he can say before leaning forward timidly.

He would pull away if he were in his right mind, but all Miles can do is lean forward and kiss him with little hesitation, pushing him against the wall once he is finished.

Phoenix smiles up to him once he pulls away, touching his cheek. "I've been waiting eighteen years for you to do that."

The grey-haired male says nothing, pulling away from the slightly taller male and flushed the toilet for him. "You know, the nurse shouldn't be coming to check on me for a couple hours..."

Miles looks to his friend with a quirked eyebrow as he leads him back to the bed. "You're not serious."

"Never been more serious, Miles," he says as he sprawls back on the bed, and only then can the prosecutor see how aroused Phoenix is.

If his own mind was not so clouded with lust, he would think twice about taking his own pants and briefs off, looking over to the door that was opened a crack. He supposed they wouldn't be too loud.

Phoenix grinned like a Cheshire cat as the other male climbed atop him, straddling his stomach and allowing Phoenix to unbutton his fuchsia overcoat and his white dress shirt. There's another kiss shared, and Miles looks down to the other. There's no reason in his mind right now, he just wants the other inside him, and now.

Have I always felt like this?

The rest is a blur, a fury of pent up emotions flying free at once as he scoots down and takes Phoenix's cock into his welcoming body. It's hard without lubrication, but the pre cum from the tip of his partner's cock will have to work for now. Miles is too overcome with adrenaline to really feel it anyhow.

The defense attorney watches the other male above him, riding his cock with hips swinging back and forth. Hair is sticking to his damp forehead, a familiar warmth radiating through his abdomen.

For the most part the two are quiet, breathing heavy and in time with their thrusts, a few groans leaving Miles' mouth as he feels Phoenix hit his prostate and rub against his bladder. And it's only then does he realise how badly he has to pee.

He's torn, wanting to get up and go relieve himself but he can't just leave in the middle of their lovemaking... it would be rude.

But the way he's moving, that friction against his insides. But he can't, his orgasm building like a billowing storm cloud.

"Wright..." is all he can manage to say before he lets the warmth crash down on him, his white completion coating Phoenix's gown.

The display of Miles' head thrown back, shivering as he lets the remains of the feeling leave him triggers Phoenix's orgasm, emptying himself into his best friend.

As Miles feels his muscles relax he finally lets himself go, urine leaking from his softening cock onto his partner's gown. He lets out a groan of relief, and Phoenix watches with curious eyes. He can see why his friend had been turned on by his display in the bathroom. It almost makes him want to fuck him again- and he would, if he didn't feel like he had been hit with a steamroller.

When the male above him finishes urinating on his chest, he bends down for another kiss before getting off to clean himself in the bathroom, dress and get Phoenix a clean gown, helping to give him a sponge bath and put the soiled gown in the laundry.

"Are you going to stay the rest of the night?"

Miles shrugged. "I do have to go do your job in the morning, may I remind you."

A soft laugh is his reward, pulling Miles down to his bed and kissing his forehead. "I'm sure the bed is more comfortable than a chair."

"People are going to think things."

"I'll tell them you had a nightmare."

Miles sighs, settles against Phoenix's shoulder and shuts his eyes. "Have it your way. But you're going to the bathroom on your own from now on."