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The whole mess started out with Apollo thinking about how handsome Clay and Klavier looked together when they stood side by side. Pale skin and wild black hair contrasted so nicely with tanned skin and silky golden hair. They both acted so upbeat, despite all the terrible things they’d been through, always smiling and endless in their amounts of energy. Somehow, those simple observations escalated into Apollo picturing them fucking in his bed.
The first time Apollo found himself with thoughts of his best friend getting hot and heavy with his boyfriend, it’d been late at night with his hand around his cock and ended with him coming harder than he’d had in a long time. After, he immediately felt guilty, because Clay obviously didn’t think about him in such a way, and Klavier was absolutely devoted to him, even if they were too busy to have sex as often as they wanted. He couldn’t twist those relationships with his own sick, kinky fantasies, no, he wouldn’t.
But the mental images just kept coming at night, and his best friend got along so well with his boyfriend that it just made it even harder to not imagine all of...that. Apollo stretched out on his bed, slipping his hand under his boxer’s waistband as he let his mind wander to the physical differences of his two favorite people.
Clay stood few inches shorter than Klavier, just short enough that he would only really need to tilt his chin up to kiss the rockstar, maybe fist his hands in Klavier’s crisp shirt to pull him deeper into the kiss. Apollo wondered if Klavier would handle Clay like he handled Apollo, picking up the shorter man and pushing him against the wall. Apollo tended to shove a leg between Klavier’s thighs when his boyfriend did that, liking the feel of the blond grinding down on him, but Clay was more enthusiastic and exuberant. He’d wrap his legs around Klavier’s slender waist, their erections pressing together as he chanted “Fuck, come on fuck me, fuck me like you mean it, Gavin.” Apollo could imagine Clay’s playful voice so clearly it was unnerving.
His mind switched to Klavier climbing into Clay’s lap with that cheeky grin he so often wore, his body sinuous and flexible as he circled his hips around, that German accent of his growing huskier by the second as his cock rubbed against Clay’s. His best friend, with that possessive glint in his eye Apollo had seen just a few times before, when he’d first introduced him to Klavier, would be the type to draw out the foreplay, take his time with Klavier. Apollo thought about Clay gripping onto Klavier’s pretty twist and moaning nonsense as they kissed, with him watching, always, stroking his dripping cock as he bit back embarrassing noises.
The fantasy of Clay fucking Klavier into his bed didn’t happen until after a particularly stressful trial, where Apollo needed something strong to relax him for the night. He started by just imagining fucking Klavier, Apollo grabbing onto his boyfriend’s hips and pounding into him as Klavier moaned and keened into the mattress, gripping onto the sheets for dear life as he raised his ass, pushing back against Apollo to try to force him deeper. Klavier was so vocal in bed, even when he wasn’t bottoming, that it wasn’t hard to imagine him begging to be fucked and filled until he couldn't walk. But all it took was one instance of his brain switching “Herr Terran” for “Herr Forehead” and the fantasy changed entirely as Apollo pumped his throbbing cock harder.
He pictured Clay’s body, thick with muscles from his astronaut training, leaning over Klavier as he eagerly fucked him, not as wild as Apollo did, but in a teasing way. Black hair falling in his face, broad hand wrapped around Klavier’s cock as he thrust inside...the very image made Apollo’s face feel like it was on fire. He could see Klavier coming undone beneath Clay, canting his hips forward with his mouth open, allowing all sorts of obscenities to spill out as he begged Clay to fuck him harder. Fuck, Apollo felt his mouth run dry when he imagined being there to watch all this, occasionally making eye contact with Clay, who would smirk at him and snap his hips harder, drive his cock deeper into Klavier, who’d be torn between calling out Clay’s name and Apollo’s.
The very thought of the two most attractive people he knew putting on a kind of show for him had Apollo almost biting through his lower lip as he came, spilling onto his stomach with a stifled cry. He wasn’t sure if he was trying to moan “Clay” or “Klavier” or both, but he felt dizzy from the fantasy, and incredibly ashamed.
“Fuck,” he groaned, slumping back into the bed as waves of guilt washed over him. Then he remembered that text Klavier had sent him earlier, about how he wanted to invite him and Clay to a movie premiere. How the hell could he face either of them tomorrow?
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Apollo spent the better part of the next morning calming his dick down, trying to force all sexual thoughts (especially how Klavier would look with his pretty lips wrapped around Clay’s dick, shit, shit no, Apollo stop that) out of his mind. Between jerking off and a couple ice cold showers, he thought he’d be able to survive the day with the two people who kept being objects of his fantasies. And maybe if he spent the night with Klavier, since for once they weren’t both bogged down with work, he’d be able to forget viewing Clay in a sexual light at all.
When he arrived at Klavier’s loft, opting to take a taxi for once, he walked up the stairs practicing chords of steel under his breath. I’m Apollo Justice and I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine, and my boyfriend is fine, and my best friend is fine, and why are they both so fine, fuck. He kept his eyes closed, groaning softly to himself as he opened the door to Klavier’s apartment.
“Hey guys, look, I’m not actually late for once,” he said, attempting a half hearted joke as he shuffled out of his vest, looking over to the living room. The clothing fell to the floor, forgotten as he took in the sight.
Klavier sat in Clay’s lap on the couch, tugging open his shirt and kissing down his neck as he dragged his tongue over the pale skin, the both of them clearly oblivious to his presence.
“Ja, is this good, Herr Terran?” Klavier asked, toying with the hem of his shirt as he sucked at Clay’s pale skin. Apollo wondered if he meant to leave a bruise. Clay groaned in response, thrusting his hips upward.
“Fuck yeah it is, Gavin, I’m sure that like, Apollo will be all over this. Nngh, use a little bit more teeth, hah, good, just like that, wanna make sure this goes off without a hitch,” Clay moaned, groping Klavier’s thigh.
“Mmm, that’s good. Ah, Herr Terran, you seem to be enjoying my mouth a little too much. Thinking about it in other places? Bitte,” Klavier smirked, pulling his lips away from Clay’s neck and kissing him full on the mouth, “Be patient for our dearest Herr Forehead.”
Clay leaned backwards in his seat, looking out the corner of his eye to catch a glimpse of Apollo in the hallway, who stared, redfaced and shocked. He realized that he probably should have tried to act like this angered him, after all, didn’t this technically qualify as cheating? Was this cheating if he’d been fantasizing about it? He couldn’t muster up the strength to care, all he could focus on was Klavier with his fingers splayed out over Clay’s muscular chest, tweaking his nipples from what Apollo could see.
“Hold on, Gavin, look who snuck in,” Clay smirked, running a hand through his hair, “Hey, Apollo. So...what are you still doing standing over there?”
Apollo wasn't quite sure how to respond to that
Klavier, on the other hand, pulled away from Clay with one of his brightest smiles, climbing off his lap and traipsing over to Apollo, leaning down to kiss him. Apollo made a muffled noise of surprise, still completely overwhelmed by the whole scenario. His boyfriend tugged him into the living room, a devious grin on his soft lips. The room suddenly felt too warm.
“Why...were you kissing Clay?” he asked, dazed as he looked from best friend to boyfriend back to the outline of his best friend’s hardening cock in his pants. A faint voice in the back of his head muttered ‘well, I can’t blame him, Klavier’s good.’ The sight of Klavier sucking at Clay’s neck burned into his retinas; he could feel himself growing harder by the second. Klavier noticed...then again, Klavier always noticed.
“I thought it’d be obvious, mein Liebster,” Klavier cooed, cupping his hand against the front of Apollo’s pants, squeezing his cock, “We’re trying to make you happy. After all, schatz, it is almost Christmas. Consider this a present from your adoring boyfriend and lovely best friend.” With another heated kiss, Klavier pulled away from him and moved to sit on Clay’s lap again.
“But how did you find out?” Apollo blurted, any pretense of being outraged over this gone as he felt himself aching to touch himself, “I never...I didn’t….” He tried to think back to any time where he might have indicated, “Hey, best friend and love of my life, sometimes I jerk off at night thinking about you guys fucking like rabbits in heat. You cool with that?” No, no, he kept his fantasies to himself, he was sure of it. There’s no way they would have been able to find out what he thought about them.
“You know,” Clay added, beginning to rub Klavier slowly, almost tortuously, through the tight fabric of his pants as the tanned man make a soft keening noise, “Athena’s little gadget doesn’t just pick up ‘noise’ from witnesses. Oh, she doesn’t know about what you really wanted, nah, she was worried that you wanted to cheat on Klavier with me...lucky for you we were able to figure out the truth. Klavier’s actually got a brain underneath all that pretty hair. Who knew?”
Klavier flicked Clay on the nose, a familiar pout appearing on his face as he reprimanded the astronaut. Apollo still had trouble processing the sight of Clay licking Klavier’s lip with that pink tongue, kissing him into submission. “And what can I say?” Clay asked, groping Klavier’s pert ass, “I have a weakness for blonds.” Klavier sighed and draped his arms around Clay’s neck again with a sigh of ‘Mmm, Herr Terran…”
Apollo rarely saw Klavier succumb so easily to a kiss; whenever they ended up in bed together it was almost a fight, lips crushing together, clothes furiously stripped off as they tackled each other in bed, thrusting and rubbing until one came out on top. But Clay wasn’t aggressive in how he kissed Klavier in the slightest, gently unbuttoning his shirt and slipping it down to expose his tanned, toned shoulders.
“Shit, Apollo, how’d you end up with such a hot boyfriend? He's way too good looking for you,” Clay teased, looking over at him briefly before licking a long stripe along the hollow of Klavier’s throat and moving down to suck on his pretty clavicle.
“God if I know,” Apollo said breathlessly, watching Clay-and there was really no other way to put it-ravish his boyfriend, stripping the shirt off completely and then working on Klavier’s skintight pants. Klavier kept making these breathy little moans, lips parted in a fuckable way as he locked eyes with Apollo. His hair started coming undone from the twist, messy waves falling around his face as Clay pulled his cock out of his pants before pulling the rest off. Klavier’s dick pressed against his stomach, reddened and dripping as Clay thumbed the head, smearing his precum.
“Ah, oh mein gott, Herr Terran, please,” Klavier begged, gripping at the front of Clay’s shirt, “This isn’t fair, you’re still too clothed!” Clay cocked his head, an eyebrow quirking up as he smiled at Klavier.
“You gonna do something about that then, Prosecutor Gavin?”
Klavier nodded, crushing their mouths together again as he yanked off Clay’s button down, skilled fingers working to undo his belt and pull down his pants. Apollo wasn’t a stranger to Clay’s body, they’d grown up together, they went to the beach all the time, but this was the first time he’d seen Clay’s body like this. He was broader than him or Klavier, with a sprinkling of dark hair along his chest, whereas Klavier preferred to wax. His cock was...bigger than Apollo had imagined, or thicker, he supposed. With a blush rising on his cheeks, Apollo realized he’d immediately begun to think about how good Klavier would look sucking that.
“Holy shit,” he breathed, leaning on the nearest chair as he watched Klavier look at Clay with a devious expression before catching Apollo’s eye. He held back a groan when he realized that, as always, Klavier was more intuitive than anyone gave him credit for.
“Genetics were good to you, schatzi,” he purred, climbing off the sofa and settling between Clay’s legs, spreading them further apart as he leaned down to take the tip into his mouth, licking it gently. Apollo knew how this would go; Klavier liked to be a tease more often than not. Clay moaned, gripping onto the sofa and keeping his hips steady. The blond made the most obscene sucking noises as he continued to just tease the head of Clay’s thick cock, clearly reveling in the noises of frustration slipping from Clay’s lips.
“Pull his hair,” Apollo blurted out, his gaze intent as he watched the two of them, “He loves when you do that.”
Clay immediately buried his hands in Klavier’s pretty hair and yanked; immediately Klavier took more of Clay into his mouth, groaning in pleasure as he reached down to stroke himself. Apollo hadn’t even noticed he’d begun touching himself through his pants, squeezing and rubbing, trying to get some relief. But he didn’t want to come yet, he really didn’t, he just wanted to watch the two of them keep going at it.
“Fuck,” Clay hissed as Klavier kept making sinful moans, lips ruby red and slick from precum as they wrapped around his cock, sucking as though Clay was the most delicious thing he’d tasted in forever, “God, Gavin, you’re a fuckin' pro at this. Guess this means Apollo’s a luckier guy than I thought.” The lawyer in question thought that he might actually pass out from the sight before him. Twenty minutes ago he’d still thought that Clay was straight, and here he was thrusting into Klavier’s mouth and babbling about how good he was at sucking dick.
“God, Klav, keep that up and I’m going to-”
“Wait,” Apollo interrupted, his voice lower and breathing labored as he struggled to keep control in front of the two of them, “Don’t...don’t come in his mouth.” Klavier pulled off of Clay’s cock with a wet pop, looking over his shoulder at Apollo.
“Then what would you have us do, Herr Forehead?” he asked, eyebrows arched and lips shiny, cock hard and needy. Apollo gestured to Clay sitting on the couch, whose eyes were dark with lust and cock still hard and slicked with precum and Klavier’s spit.
“I want...Clay to prep you,” he started, still shocked that such words were coming out of his mouth, “And then I want you to ride him. Can you do that, Klavier?” His boyfriend winked at him, standing up and reaching for the bottle of lube that had been placed on the side table, pressing it into Clay’s hand.
“Of course we can do that for you, mein Liebster.”
Klavier draped his arms over Clay’s shoulders, leaning into his neck as Clay slicked his fingers with lube until they were practically dripping. As Klavier kissed his neck fervently, Clay pressed a finger at his entrance, slowly pushing in. Apollo slowly undid his pants, pulling his cock out for relief. The sight of Klavier curling against Clay, making whimpery little moans as he was fingered, was almost too much for him to handle.
“Oh gott, Herr Terran, your fingers are so...so thick,” Klavier gasped, clutching at Clay’s back muscles with his own slender fingers, pushing back on Clay’s hand as the man worked another finger inside, “Ah, ah, it feels good, it feels so good, I want more…”
“You’re as shameless and you are tight, Gavin,” Clay smirked, beginning to thrust his fingers in and out, making Klavier squirm in his lap as Clay mercilessly teased his prostate , “I can’t wait to fuck you senseless.” Klavier’s tanned face flushed bright red, pretty eyes half lidded as he started to touch himself. Then, Apollo found himself trying to take control of the situation again.
“Don’t, Klavier,” Apollo said in a harsher, lower voice as he worked his hand over his own cock, “Don’t touch yourself. I want to watch you come just from Clay.”
Klavier looked over at him, mouth gently parted as Clay slipped a third finger inside, finger fucking Klavier hard enough to make the blond’s legs shake. He let out a trembling laugh, eyes staring at Apollo’s reddened, hard cock. Apollo heard him incoherently mumble something about “Herr Forehead is a pervert” before he dissolved back into loud moans which Apollo indicated that Clay had found his prostate.
“Feel good?” Clay asked, steadily working his fingers in and out with the most obscene smacking sounds as he gripped onto Klavier’s slender hip to steady him with the other hand. Klavier nodded, moaning some more as an answer. The sound went straight to Apollo’s groin, and he pumped his cock a little faster in response. He looked intently at the sight before him, determined to remember every little detail from the scratch marks Klavier left on Clay’s back to the way Clay licked at Klavier’s lips until the blond gave into a heated kiss.
“Ah, ah, ah! Herr Terran, stop, I’m going to come,” Klavier cried, biting down on his lip and digging his fingernails into Clay’s back. Clay pulled his fingers out, and Apollo stopped touching himself, through the sight of Klavier shuddering all over from the loss of the fingers would’ve been enough to finish him. Clay kissed Klavier once more, a little rougher this time, before motoning for him to get on his hands and knees.
Klavier’s hair alone made him look like he’d been fucked senseless, it hung messily around his face, framing his dazed expression. Letting out a low groan, Apollo couldn’t stop himself from getting up from his seat and moving over to them, brushing Klavier’s hair out of his face and kissing him softly, a contrast with how Clay kissed him earlier. Klavier whined as Clay drizzled more lube over his entrance, tugging Apollo up to kiss him harder.
“You’re so hard, Liebster,” Klavier purred, looking at Apollo’s hard, dripping cock, “Why don’t you let me take care of that for you?” Oh god, oh god, oh god, Apollo thought, having to think of nasty things to keep himself from coming at the sight of Klavier taking his cock into his mouth as Clay slid inside his tan, toned ass with a soft sigh of pleasure.
Klavier practically whimpered around his cock, sucking the tip and licking along the shaft as Clay began to fuck him in earnest, thrusting deep inside Klavier as he trailed his fingers over Klavier’s soft, tan skin. Fuck, Klavier looked gorgeous in between them, his face flushed and damp, eyes clouded with lust and lips dripping with Apollo’s precum as he bobbed his head up and down. He raised his ass so Clay could angle inside him better, hitting that sweet spot that made him cry out, his sounds muffled by Apollo’s dick in his mouth.
“Hey, Apollo,” Clay panted, “C’mere.” And then Clay dragged him over Klavier, still vigorously fucking his boyfriend’s ass as he crushed his lips against Apollo’s. He cupped his cheeks with his broad hands, sucking at his lower lip hard enough to make Apollo groan in half pain, half pleasure. With Klavier’s lips wrapped around his cock and Clay kissing him like it was the end of the world, Apollo felt as though he could die right there and be perfectly fine with it.
“You guys,” Clay said, grinning as he pounded Klavier into the couch, nipping Apollo’s lip, “Are too hot for your own good. Lucky that you apparently wanted me to fuck your boyfriend into oblivion, Apollo.” Those filthy words coming out of the mouth of his childhood friend made heat pool even more in Apollo’s groin, and he found himself heading towards climax. But lucky for him, Klavier started to moan beneath them, fucking himself onto Clay’s dick, shaking all over as he lapped at Apollo.
“Come on, Klavier,” Apollo whispered, tangling his hands in that long hair, “Come for us.” Clay groaned as he leaned over Klavier, trying to drive in even deeper, hit his prostate harder, and those extra thrusts did the trick, because soon Klavier started moaning like a whore, bucking his hips as his cock jerked, spilling cum all over the sofa in long spurts. That sent Apollo over the edge and he came with a scream, yanking on Klavier’s hair as he thrust inside his boyfriend’s mouth, feeling a sort of satisfaction as he saw the white liquid dribbling down the corner of Klavier’s lips.
“Ah, oh god,” Klavier moaned, his voice raspy and weak as he fell down onto his forearms, milking his cock as Clay sped up further, “Herr Terran, c-come inside me, bitte!” Clay pulled Klavier up with his strong arms so the rockstar sat on his cock, riding him as Apollo leaned over to sandwich Klavier between them again.
“You look so good,” he said, amazed by how brash his words were, “So good, with my come all over your lips and Clay’s cock still up your ass, even though you came already.”
“Shit, Apollo,” Clay groaned, burying his face in Klavier’s neck, “I’m, I’m close, keep talking like that, I’m begging you.” Apollo licked his lips, rubbing Klavier’s oversensitive cock so that his boyfriend let out more delicious, almost pained sounding noises.
“Do you guys want to know how many times I jerked off thinking about two going at it?” he asked, his voice husky and raw as he grazed a finger over Klavier’s chest, tweaking a sensitive nipple, “Fucking each other in front of me, putting on a show like you guys did? Made me came harder than I ever have before. Clay you look so good fucking Klavier like that, come on and come inside him, he likes feeling dirty. Don’t you, Klavier?”
Klavier weakly nodded, head lolling back against Clay’s shoulder and apparently Apollo’s words were all it took to take to have him biting down on Klavier’s shoulder as he came, thrusting upwards a few more times before falling back bonelessly on the sofa, taking Klavier and Apollo with him.
They all lay in silence for a minute before Apollo mumbled, “That was one hell of a Christmas present,” which resulted in them dissolving into laughter, Apollo’s head against Klavier’s chest and Clay’s warm arms wrapped around the both of them.