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Klavier plucks the earplugs from Apollo’s ears before his boyfriend’s even noticed he’s entered the room.
“Huh? Oh, hey,” Apollo smiles.
Klavier rounds the sofa and Apollo slides over, making just enough room for Klavier to sit beside him on the greenroom’s small sofa.
“Why was I so certain I’d find you here?” Klavier says with feigned exasperation. “Such a waste, securing you a ticket. I would do better to simply pass you off as part of the staff. That’s not a bad idea, now that I’m thinking of it. I’m sure if I put my mind to it I could come up with a suitable position for you.”
“Would my fake job come with a real pay check?” Apollo asks, half-serious, as Klavier shrugs out of his leather jacket. “Unlike some people, I’ve still got student loans hanging over my head.”
“The pay is shite, but the perks are amazing. Help me with this, hm?”
Klavier turns his back and Apollo obediently starts detangling the mic wire from his clothes. The moment he’s got the whole thing freed, Klavier takes the receiver from his hands and mutes it. Not a second later he’s kissing Apollo with a rough-edged energy, still caught somewhere between the international rockstar and the no less glamorous but significantly more human Klavier Gavin he’d fallen in love with. Klavier can’t stop smiling. He’s still too amped up from the set to be cool and suave. He pushes forward, impatient, dragging Apollo to him by the back of his neck. Apollo restrains him for both their sakes. If he lets Klavier have his way, they’d both wind up on the floor. Apollo knows that from first-hand experience, one he’d rather not repeat. For all the money Klavier will make tonight, it’s really not a nice floor. Hazards of dating a rockstar, he supposes.
“I love you. I love that you’re here, even if you insist on wearing earplugs.”
“Well, maybe if somebody didn’t insist on turning the greenroom speakers all the way up…”
Falling in love with Klavier didn’t mean falling in love with his music or his side career. But then, neither of them pretended the music was what kept Apollo waiting in the wings. (His performance in court though, now that left Apollo drooling.)
But this moment? This is what Apollo came to see. Because this is what Klavier Gavin looks like when he’s genuinely happy.
Apollo laughs between kisses, warming to Klavier’s infectious enthusiasm. Klavier’s still burning hot from the stage lights. Apollo can see the outline of his undershirt from where his sweat’s soaked through his black silk shirt. His makeup’s gone rough at the edges, so thick it looks like it might crack off if he smiles any wider, which seems a distinct possibility. Wild stray hairs have broken free from the layers upon layers of hairspray. In the bright lights from the makeup counter behind him, it looks like a poor man’s halo. Rockstar divinity.
“Don’t touch the hair, liebling. The night’s not over yet,” Klavier chides, grabbing Apollo’s hand just before he can start pulling out stray bobby pins.
Apollo can’t suppress an eyeroll, “Always got to look good for the fans, right?”
“I love it when you get jealous. You should do it more often. Let me see you green with envy.”
“Sorry, but green’s not my color.”
“Listen to you! Such biting wit, and we’re not even in a courtroom!” Klavier teases. “I must be rubbing off on you.”
Apollo hesitates, but… Oh, to hell with it. The way Klavier looks at him, he feels like a rockstar himself. Just a little. And what’s a rockstar without a little bit of attitude?
“Is that what you want, Klavier? To rub off on me?”
He forces the words out without letting himself think too hard about it first, wanting to see just how much he could get away with. Klavier’s so shocked Apollo thinks he might honestly have been able to see a slight blush if not for the impenetrable stage makeup. Apollo bites his lips. Too much? Damn it, he knew he wasn’t cool enough to pull a line like that off!
Klavier throws himself on Apollo before Apollo has time to start backpedaling. He kisses Apollo again, practically crawling in Apollo’s lap to get as close as possible on the small couch. It’s a messy kiss, almost desperate, one that has Apollo sliding back until the sofa’s arm is biting into his kidney.
“Yes. Yes, mein Justice, that is exactly what I want.”
If this is what being a rockstar feels like, Apollo thinks he just might understand the appeal.
Apollo has to throw one hand over the back of the couch just to keep them both upright, but his other hand is left free. The sweaty silk feels no more pleasant than it smells. Apollo hikes it up to get at the skin underneath. Klavier returns the favor, tugging clumsily at the borrowed band shirt he’d talked Apollo into wearing. He breaks off the kiss to practically rip the shirt off Apollo.
“Hey, slow down!” he complains, batting Klavier’s hands away. Unfortunately, all that does is leave him tangled in his own shirt.
Klavier jumps off the couch and Apollo immediately regrets complaining.
“I didn’t mean—”
“Fuck me.”
When he manages to get his shirt fully off, he finds Klavier’s posed rather suggestively against the counter, lips still slightly parted and head dipped just enough to give Apollo a sultry, piercing stare. With the way his shirt’s stuck to him, Apollo can see every panting breath. Silver rings and white knuckles curl over the edge of the countertop, as if he’s the one restraining himself from lunging across the room.
The only reply Apollo can manage is to gape at him with all the intelligence of a goldfish.
“H-huh?”
“I said…” The tip of his tongue slips across his bottom lip. God, have his eyes always been this blue? “I want you to fuck me.”
“Uh… here?” Apollo stumbles out, eyes straying from the smudged lipstick at the corner of his mouth to the obvious lines of his erection between his spread legs. If Apollo wasn’t hard already, this image would be more than enough to get him there. “But… But what about… We, we can’t! Not here!”
“Apollo…” This blue eyes have gone from the sexy kind of piercing to the dangerous kind, no less phallic but far more lethal and usually reserved for the courtroom. “Get over here and fuck me.”
Apollo senses that was not meant to be a request.
“Do you even have any…” Apollo starts, but before the can even get the words out, Klavier’s thrown open the drawer by his hip, fished something out, and slammed it shut again. He tosses a bottle of lube and a roll of condoms at Apollo. The lube bounces off Apollo’s (honestly, it’s not that ample!) forehead.
“Any other protests you’d like to voice, Herr Forehead? Or may we proceed?” he asks testily, kicking off his boots while Apollo scrambles to pick the bottle up off the floor.
Well, excuse me for questioning your itinerary, Prosecutor, Apollo thinks, and that’s when it hits him: Klavier actually did plan this, didn’t he? Why else would there be condoms in lube in that precise drawer that Klavier could find without even looking?
Klavier tears off his belt and Apollo is helpless to do anything but watch. His thin, black briefs are as soaked as the rest of him. They stick to his body as he tries to shove them down, more rolling than sliding off. He nearly kicks Apollo as he forces them all the way off, but it’s still one hell of a show. For his grand finale, he sweeps one arm back, scattering the beauty products behind him to the floor before jumping up to sit just on the edge of the counter.
“If you’re not going to make use of those, I will,” he growls, taking the condoms back from Apollo and ripping one open with his teeth. He leaves the half-open strip dangling from his teeth as he lunges towards Apollo’s jeans.
“Ah, careful!” Apollo winces as his pants and boxers are both roughly tugged down to his knees.
“Ach, apologies. I will make it up to you soon, ja?” he says, removing the foil wrapper from his mouth to give Apollo a gentle kiss that’s far more sincere than his apology. “But first, this.”
Any reply Apollo might have made is lost as Klavier rolls the condom onto him. It’s too much sensation too fast, all in the few short minutes from when Klavier first burst through the door. Forget keeping up. Apollo’s starting to believe he’ll be lucky if Klavier manages not to kill him before the night’s over.
“Now, mein Justice,” Klavier pants, one hand thrown around Apollo’s shoulders, the other guiding Apollo’s cock inside him. “Mn, now.”
“Wait, what about lube?”
“Tch, they are lubricated,” Klaiver replies as he rolls one on himself.
“Yeah, but that’s hardly enough!”
“I have neither the time to waste nor the inclination to bother with the mess. This will suffice.”
“But Klavier!”
“Justice, now. Or must I do it all myself?”
Now there’s a thought.
Apollo picks up the roll of condoms from where Klavier discarded them before and tears open the next one down. He slides the condom over Klavier’s first two fingers as fast as he can, before he has the time to chicken out.
“Well?” he forces out, face beet red as Klavier merely cocks an eyebrow at him. “Go on then.”
Klavier’s look darkens in the most delicious possible way and Apollo begins to worry he’s made a terrible and irreversible mistake.
“Oh no you don’t. Eyes on me, liebling,” Klavier purrs and damn him! How is it possible for one person to be this… this glimmerous! Apollo’s face is so red it burns, but he obediently forces his eyes back on Klavier.
Klavier finds his rhythm quick, as befits a rockstar. He leans back, spreading his legs wider and Apollo gets a very intimate view of just how the change in position lets him go deeper. Klavier moans, sliding into incomprehensible, breathy German. His head rolls back, exposing miles of throat.
“Apollo… Just touch me. Please,” he begs, and Apollo can’t remember why he ever stopped.
Klavier’s breath catches, blue eyes going wide as the head of Apollo’s cock presses inside him.
“Too much?”
“Nein, nein. More,” he demands.
Klavier pulls him so close there’s barely any room left between them. Each breath he drags in is hot and sticky. Klavier’s putting off heat like a furnace. The angle isn’t exactly comfortable, the height of the counter just a bit too low, but then his eyes meet Klavier’s and none of it matters.
“Hah,” Klavier grins, the blue of his eyes so fucking close it’s hard to see anything else. “I think you can do better than that, Herr Forehead. There’s no need to be so timid. I don’t bite.”
Apollo doesn’t need his bracelet to call that lie.
“Mm, faster Apollo, faster. We don’t have the time for gentle.”
“How much faster can you possibly want me to go?” Apollo snaps back, because they’re already pressing the limits of what you can reasonably call a “quicky.”
“Having trouble keeping up, darling?” he teases.
“This counter’s too damn low!”
“I’m afraid you are correct. The angle is all wrong. I should have known better.”
Klavier pushes Apollo off and flips around, canting his hips back and bracing himself with one hand on the mirror.
“You know I love the feel of your eyes, mein Justice, but I love the feel of your cock even more,” he says when Apollo fails to immediately respond to the change in position.
“Alright, already! You’ve made your point!”
Klavier gasps and grinds back against him as Apollo presses back inside. It’s beautiful. He’s beautiful. Apollo grabs Klaiver by the waist and gives him precisely what he wants as fast and hard as he wants it.
“Touch me,” he begs, catching Apollo’s eyes in the mirror. “Please touch me.”
Apollo misinterprets his meaning. Klavier drags Apollo’s hand up across his chest even as Apollo’s other wraps around his cock. Apollo hides his smile and his blush in Klavier’s shoulder. Of course when Klaiver Gavin asks to be touched what he means is that he wants to be touched. Untouchable rockstar, untouchable prosecutor, but ever so touchable boyfriend. Apollo pulls Klavier as close as he can, pressing his entire body up against Klavier’s.
“Yes,” he breathes, rocking himself between Apollo’s hand and cock.
Apollo kisses Klavier’s neck again and again as he thrusts forward, breath hot against Klavier’s neck everywhere he can’t reach.
“I love you,” he whispers.
A breath later Klavier comes, every muscle going rigid underneath him as he moans, rich and sonorous. Apollo meets his frantic thrusts backwards, so close but not enough, until Klavier starts crying for relief.
“Wait, wait!” He grabs the hand Apollo has around his still-twitching dick. “A moment. I need just a moment.”
Apollo forces himself still. He holds Klavier tight, letting his heart come back down to a steady, even beat with Apollo still inside him, still holding him.
“You are so good to me,” Klavier says with a gentle smile into the mirror.
He takes his hand away from the glass, a sweaty handprint left in its wake, to grab hold of the hand Apollo still has splayed across his chest.
“Now…” He brings Apollo’s hand to his lips and gives it a kiss. “I believe it’s time I took care of you.”
Any hope that his orgasm might have mellowed Klavier out sails right out the window. Klavier pushes him back until he more trips than sits down onto the sofa. Klavier’s on his knees and pulling Apollo’s pants the rest of the way off before Apollo’s even had a chance to regain his balance.
“Deal with this, would you darling?” he says, shoving the two used condoms into Apollo’s hand. He smartly puts his mouth to work before Apollo has a chance to complain.
Apollo ties a hasty knot in the still-slick condoms, but all that does is leave him with the irritating question of where to actually dispose of them. The room’s only trashcan is by the door, way too far for Apollo’s lackluster eye-hand coordination even without Klavier’s mouth providing him with ample and much wanted distraction. As he’s not gross enough to set them down on the couch or the small table in front of it, Apollo takes the only option left to him and drops them on the floor.
Apollo just knows that’s going to come back to bite him in the ass one day. He’ll wind up on the eternally sticky floor again and he’ll have no one to blame but himself because now he’s officially one of them, just another disgustingly unhygienic person to frequent this greenroom. But there’ll be plenty of time to berate himself later.
Apollo almost instinctively reaches for Klavier’s hair once his hands are free, but before his fingers can touch so much as a single stray hair, Klaiver’s got his calloused fingers tight around Apollo’s wrist. His eyes meet Apollo’s, clearly threatening, and Apollo can swear he feels that growl.
“Watch the hair. Got it,” he says, fisting his hands instead in the collar of Klavier’s shirt.
He rubs his thighs along Klavier’s sides encouragingly and gets a thumb circling along his side in response. Klavier drags his tongue up along the underside of Apollo’s cock as he pulls almost entirely off, a move that leaves Apollo keening and arching his hips up for more. He pushes Apollo back down and takes him as deep as he can.
Apollo loves Klavier, loves everything they do together, even if it’s just sitting on the couch eating lunch and talking shop with episodes of the Steel Samurai playing in the background. But this is something he especially loves. He pops a button on Klavier’s shirt forcing the collar open wide enough to drag both his hands along Klavier’s back. He touches Klavier everywhere he can because he doesn’t have the words, just a need for Klavier to know what he’s doing to him.
He must get something across because Klavier racks the intensity up another notch. Apollo’s so close, he’s so close, it’s so perfect…
BANG, BANG, BANG!
Apollo flinches so hard he actually manages to gag Klavier and get an unpleasant scrape of his teeth in the process.
“Klavier! Why the fuck is this door locked? You’re supposed to be on in two minutes!”
“Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!” Apollo winces, cradling his sore cock.
“Coming!” Klavier coughs, voice rough from his throat’s recent misuse. “I am coming!”
“What? Klavier!”
“So sorry, liebling, but I did tell you to hurry.”
“I thought the concert was over!”
“So soon? I would never cheat my fans so.”
“Klavier!”
He’s barely even at half-mast now, but still! This has to be a joke, right? Klavier wouldn’t. He wouldn’t.
“Sorry, sorry! I will make it up to you later, ja?” Klavier throws on his jacket, noticing for the first time his lost button. “Oh my. How do I look?”
“Like you just spent the last ten minutes on your knees in a dirty greenroom!”
A look comes across Klavier’s face that Apollo definitely does not like.
“Perfect.”
“Klavier, you cannot go out there looking like that!” A thought suddenly occurs to Apollo. “Or sounding like that! Klavier, your voice!”
“It’s perfect,” he says, wiping the last bit of lipstick off as he looks himself over in the mirror. “Exactly what I was hoping for. I knew I could rely on you.”
Before Apollo can parse out what that statement means, Klavier’s kissed him on the cheek and thrown open the door.
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“Oh my god!”
“Apollo, darling, I will make it up to you.”
“I cannot believe you!”
“I promise! Anything you want!”
“You… you used me! You used me for sex!”
“I hardly think that’s an accurate summary of my actions,” Klavier pouts.
“What would you call it then?”
“A pleasant side effect of our loving relationship which I merely orchestrated to a convenient confluence of events.”
And this is what Apollo gets for dating a lawyer. But two can play at that game.
“So that’s what it was, huh? I get it now. I’m just convenient, am I? Conveniently available for sex to help your launch as a solo artist!”
“Hold it! That is not at all what I said!”
“You drug me to another one of your concerts just so you could… could…”
“I did dedicate the song to you. I wrote the song for you! Does that count for nothing?”
“Hundreds of people, Klavier! I did not sign up to be humiliated in front of literally hundreds of people!”
“And how is it that you are humiliated, hm? Do you not wish for others to know about our relationship?”
Oh, now there’s a dangerous look.
“Now you hold it! You know I want to be open about us!”
“Then what is your problem? Enlighten me, Justice.”
“My problem is that I have to go home and face Mr. Wright tonight! Trucy was at that concert, you know.”
That finally seems to get Apollo’s point across.
“Ah. I perhaps neglected to think that far ahead,” Klavier admits sheepishly.
“You always do.”
“Apologies. I only…”
Klavier pouts down at his fancy rockstar boots, but Apollo has no intention of letting him off that easily. A bit of groveling will be good for his massive ego. Also, the longer he spends stalling here waiting for Klavier to come up with his apology, the longer he can avoid his impending confrontation with Papa Wright.
“The audience may have been in the hundreds, but my song was intended for only one. No one else crossed my mind.”
How, Apollo wonders, is he ever going to win an argument when Klavier can say things like that?
“Just one, huh?”
“Terribly shortsighted of me. I do apologize.”
“And it had nothing at all to do with cashing in on the recent media frenzy over our relationship?”
Klavier gives him a brilliant smile, “Of course not!”
My bracelet!
“I knew it! Liar! Liar!” Apollo shouts at full courtroom volume.
Klavier drops the charm the moment he’s caught.
“This is what I get for dating a lie-detecting defense attorney. You’re so unfair, Herr Justice. Must you always scrub off my shine? Relationships need a little mystery to thrive, you know.”
“You know what they also need? Privacy! Which I no longer have thanks to you flaunting your sex voice in front of an international audience! One that included my boss’ daughter!”
“If it’s privacy you want, come back to my place tonight. Let Papa Wright cool off. Not all problems are best solved by the head-on approach, liebling.”
“Oh, like it’s really that simple. Have you met Mr. Wright? Terrifyingly long term plans are like… his superpower or something! Don’t laugh! You don’t know what he’s like! You’ve never had to live with him!”
“I’m sure it’s a genuine nightmare,” Klavier says dismissively, barely containing his giggles long enough to manage even that. “Now, are you coming back to my place or not? Say yes, mein Justice. Let me apologize to you properly at home. Besides, I still owe you for earlier, don’t I? If I’m to make twice the apology, I’m going to need twice the time and twice the space.”
“You know what, if I’m getting in trouble for this, so are you! I’m… I’m telling Mr. Edgeworth what really happened to his Steel Samurai coffee mug!”
“You would not! Apollo, you do not understand what that man would do to me!”
“I bet it’s no more severe than what Mr. Wright’s going to do to me!”
“Apollo, I apologize! Sincerely, truthfully, from the bottom of my very soul. Please do not involve Herr Edgeworth, I beg of you.”
That’s when the screaming starts.
“Look! It’s him! It’s Klavier Gavin!”
Klavier instinctively grabs Apollo’s hand.
“My place?” he asks again.
“Your place,” Apollo agrees, the two run off into the night.