FIC: Thoughts, Klavier/Apollo, PG-13
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cloudy_ficTitle: Thoughts
Author: CloudyJenn
Fandom: Phoenix Wright
Pairings: Klavier/Apollo
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. I am making no profit from this fanfiction.
Beta: None
Warnings: Some sexual talk
Summary: Written one night for my seestar.
Author's Notes: Written before I'd played AJ, so the characterization might be out of whack.
"Did you like the concert, Forehead?"
Apollo stared up into Klavier's shining eyes and tried to think of anything to say that wouldn't sound completely...rude. It was hard to think clearly, especially since it was so hot backstage and Klavier's shirt was hanging open at the neck. Apollo's eyes trailed down Klavier's face to his neck and he swallowed hard. Crowds of fans poured backstage, jostling Apollo to and fro and he thought it probably wouldn't be long before he lost track of Klavier altogether.
"I thought it...it was..." he stuttered. A young female fan shoved Apollo aside, screaming something that didn't make any sense to Apollo. He would have been offended, except it let him off the hook. Even pressed up against the wall, Apollo thought he caught a glimmer of annoyance in Klavier's eyes, but then it was gone and he was back to smiles and charm, signing the...Apollo frowned. Did that girl hand him a bra? Klavier didn't seem all that surpised. Apollo blushed at the thought, but dismissed it and turned his mind back to trying to think of a way to compliment Klavier without telling him he didn't like his music all that much.
"You won't get away that easily, Herr Justice," Klavier called over her head once his security team got ahold of her and began escorting her away. With speed Apollo didn't realize he posessed, Klavier had wound through the fans and clamped his hand around Apollo's wrist. Apollo felt his feet nearly leave the floor as Klavier pulled him back to his original position. He heard some gasps and what sounded like moans of perhaps envy as Klavier slung an arm around Apollo's waist to keep him close by.
"You still haven't said whether you liked the concert," Klavier said again. Apollo gulped. If he thought it had been hard to think before, it was nothing compared to now. Klavier's lean strong body pressed intimately against his own. A dark musky scent filled Apollo's nose, sent a jolt of desire straight to his groin and it certainly didn't help that dozens of squealing teenage girls were staring at them.
"I liked the part..." Apollo started, casting his mind around desperately. He'd liked Klavier's enthusiasm, but wasn't sure how to word that. Of course, he was always on key, but that would be a lame compliment. Another girl, this one with a scary fire in her eyes, pushed her way to the front.
"Klavier!" she yelled, holding out a book with Klavier's picture on it. "Who is that?" She flung an accusatory finger at Apollo, who felt the blood drain from his face. Klavier's arm tightened around his waist and he chuckled lightly.
"This is my special friend," he answered airily as if he hadn't just made Apollo sound like his lover in front of legions of fans. If Klavier's arm hadn't been around him, Apollo might have fainted. Klavier grabbed her book, signed it with a flourish and then winked at Apollo. "A special friend who still hasn't said whether he liked my concert," he announced to a suddenly silent group.
It felt as if hundreds of eyes were now glued to Apollo's face. His heart thumped heavily in his chest, his breaths began to shorten and his limbs felt incredibly heavy. His mind struggled for something, anything to say. Showmanship. Good singing. Nice Clothes. Nice clothes that fit just right. Nice clothes that fit just right and made Apollo blush.
"You..." Klavier cocked his head, a cheerful expectant look on his face. Camera flashes studded Apollo visions and he had to get away.
"You looked really hot," he blurted before struggling out of Klavier's grasp and darting down a nearby hallway. He heard the fangirls squealing grow loud and even more excited, but he ignored it, just concentrated on finding a door and getting through it. The silence that met him upon closing the door felt odd and empty, but was a relief nonetheless. He looked around, then sighed.
He'd hidden himself in a broom closet.
"Back in the closet, huh, Justice?" he muttered to himself. It had not been his plan to ever let on to Prosecutor Gavin what he truly thought of him, but now it would be useless to pretend. And Klavier would think him strange because his flirting hadn't meant anything and they would have to work together and Apollo would never be able to go into court without blushing and everyone would know-
Knock, knock.
"Herr Forehead? Did you hide amongst the mops and brooms?"
Great, Apollo thought. More blushing. With a sigh, he opened the door and sat down on a upturned bucket. "Sorry," he mumbled, staring at the floor. He heard movement, the shuffle of leather, and then Klavier's face filled his vision. Klavier had kneeled in front of him, a concerned look on his face. Apollo couldn't stop the shiver that run up his spine when Klavier's hand settled on his knee.
"Why did you scamper off, Apollo?" he asked quietly. Apollo started. Klavier so rarely said his given name.
"There were too many people," Apollo hedged, shifting uncomfortably on the bucket. "And...I...well, I didn't mean...and I thought you might, but the thing is..."
Klavier's hand settled over his mouth. "You thought I would be upset if you said I was..." His smile turned up at one corner, turning his expression teasing. "Hot?"
Apollo flushed harder and began to speak, forgetting about Klavier hand. "I sodn wjmuff."
"Is that so?" Klavier's hand came off his mouth, but it didn't fall away. Instead, he drew his fingers across Apollo's cheek and over his ear, brushed through his hair. "I didn't look at you much during the concert, did you notice?"
Now that he mentioned it, Apollo had noticed, but he'd assumed that Klavier had more important things to think about. Klavier's hand settled, cupping his cheek and all thoughts promptly fled Apollo's mind. By force of habit, he remembered to shake his head.
"I couldn't," Klavier said. "I knew I would lose my composure. It's hard enough to go up against you in court, but tonight..." His eyes trailled down Apollo's body, taking in his new off duty outfit, a pair of dark slacks and a tight fitting button down shirt Mr. Wright had forced him to buy. "Tonight, you just looked too cute," he finished. Apollo's eyes widened.
"Cute?" he squeaked, then flinched. He sounded worse than the fangirls. Clearing his throat, he tried again. "Cute?"
"Ja," Klavier breathed on a sigh, eyes busy roaming over Apollo's form still. "As you say...hot."
"Hold it," Apollo interjected. "You think...how long...this whole time...could I have...?"
The hand found its way to his mouth again. "Yes, I do. All along. And yes, probably, but that's more my style, I think," Klavier answered. "Like this, see." Then, he replaced his hand with his mouth and kissed Apollo deeply.
With enthusiasm.
Apollo hoped Klavier would ask him if he liked the kiss because he knew he could give a geniunely honest answer.
THE END
Author: CloudyJenn
Fandom: Phoenix Wright
Pairings: Klavier/Apollo
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. I am making no profit from this fanfiction.
Beta: None
Warnings: Some sexual talk
Summary: Written one night for my seestar.
Author's Notes: Written before I'd played AJ, so the characterization might be out of whack.
"Did you like the concert, Forehead?"
Apollo stared up into Klavier's shining eyes and tried to think of anything to say that wouldn't sound completely...rude. It was hard to think clearly, especially since it was so hot backstage and Klavier's shirt was hanging open at the neck. Apollo's eyes trailed down Klavier's face to his neck and he swallowed hard. Crowds of fans poured backstage, jostling Apollo to and fro and he thought it probably wouldn't be long before he lost track of Klavier altogether.
"I thought it...it was..." he stuttered. A young female fan shoved Apollo aside, screaming something that didn't make any sense to Apollo. He would have been offended, except it let him off the hook. Even pressed up against the wall, Apollo thought he caught a glimmer of annoyance in Klavier's eyes, but then it was gone and he was back to smiles and charm, signing the...Apollo frowned. Did that girl hand him a bra? Klavier didn't seem all that surpised. Apollo blushed at the thought, but dismissed it and turned his mind back to trying to think of a way to compliment Klavier without telling him he didn't like his music all that much.
"You won't get away that easily, Herr Justice," Klavier called over her head once his security team got ahold of her and began escorting her away. With speed Apollo didn't realize he posessed, Klavier had wound through the fans and clamped his hand around Apollo's wrist. Apollo felt his feet nearly leave the floor as Klavier pulled him back to his original position. He heard some gasps and what sounded like moans of perhaps envy as Klavier slung an arm around Apollo's waist to keep him close by.
"You still haven't said whether you liked the concert," Klavier said again. Apollo gulped. If he thought it had been hard to think before, it was nothing compared to now. Klavier's lean strong body pressed intimately against his own. A dark musky scent filled Apollo's nose, sent a jolt of desire straight to his groin and it certainly didn't help that dozens of squealing teenage girls were staring at them.
"I liked the part..." Apollo started, casting his mind around desperately. He'd liked Klavier's enthusiasm, but wasn't sure how to word that. Of course, he was always on key, but that would be a lame compliment. Another girl, this one with a scary fire in her eyes, pushed her way to the front.
"Klavier!" she yelled, holding out a book with Klavier's picture on it. "Who is that?" She flung an accusatory finger at Apollo, who felt the blood drain from his face. Klavier's arm tightened around his waist and he chuckled lightly.
"This is my special friend," he answered airily as if he hadn't just made Apollo sound like his lover in front of legions of fans. If Klavier's arm hadn't been around him, Apollo might have fainted. Klavier grabbed her book, signed it with a flourish and then winked at Apollo. "A special friend who still hasn't said whether he liked my concert," he announced to a suddenly silent group.
It felt as if hundreds of eyes were now glued to Apollo's face. His heart thumped heavily in his chest, his breaths began to shorten and his limbs felt incredibly heavy. His mind struggled for something, anything to say. Showmanship. Good singing. Nice Clothes. Nice clothes that fit just right. Nice clothes that fit just right and made Apollo blush.
"You..." Klavier cocked his head, a cheerful expectant look on his face. Camera flashes studded Apollo visions and he had to get away.
"You looked really hot," he blurted before struggling out of Klavier's grasp and darting down a nearby hallway. He heard the fangirls squealing grow loud and even more excited, but he ignored it, just concentrated on finding a door and getting through it. The silence that met him upon closing the door felt odd and empty, but was a relief nonetheless. He looked around, then sighed.
He'd hidden himself in a broom closet.
"Back in the closet, huh, Justice?" he muttered to himself. It had not been his plan to ever let on to Prosecutor Gavin what he truly thought of him, but now it would be useless to pretend. And Klavier would think him strange because his flirting hadn't meant anything and they would have to work together and Apollo would never be able to go into court without blushing and everyone would know-
Knock, knock.
"Herr Forehead? Did you hide amongst the mops and brooms?"
Great, Apollo thought. More blushing. With a sigh, he opened the door and sat down on a upturned bucket. "Sorry," he mumbled, staring at the floor. He heard movement, the shuffle of leather, and then Klavier's face filled his vision. Klavier had kneeled in front of him, a concerned look on his face. Apollo couldn't stop the shiver that run up his spine when Klavier's hand settled on his knee.
"Why did you scamper off, Apollo?" he asked quietly. Apollo started. Klavier so rarely said his given name.
"There were too many people," Apollo hedged, shifting uncomfortably on the bucket. "And...I...well, I didn't mean...and I thought you might, but the thing is..."
Klavier's hand settled over his mouth. "You thought I would be upset if you said I was..." His smile turned up at one corner, turning his expression teasing. "Hot?"
Apollo flushed harder and began to speak, forgetting about Klavier hand. "I sodn wjmuff."
"Is that so?" Klavier's hand came off his mouth, but it didn't fall away. Instead, he drew his fingers across Apollo's cheek and over his ear, brushed through his hair. "I didn't look at you much during the concert, did you notice?"
Now that he mentioned it, Apollo had noticed, but he'd assumed that Klavier had more important things to think about. Klavier's hand settled, cupping his cheek and all thoughts promptly fled Apollo's mind. By force of habit, he remembered to shake his head.
"I couldn't," Klavier said. "I knew I would lose my composure. It's hard enough to go up against you in court, but tonight..." His eyes trailled down Apollo's body, taking in his new off duty outfit, a pair of dark slacks and a tight fitting button down shirt Mr. Wright had forced him to buy. "Tonight, you just looked too cute," he finished. Apollo's eyes widened.
"Cute?" he squeaked, then flinched. He sounded worse than the fangirls. Clearing his throat, he tried again. "Cute?"
"Ja," Klavier breathed on a sigh, eyes busy roaming over Apollo's form still. "As you say...hot."
"Hold it," Apollo interjected. "You think...how long...this whole time...could I have...?"
The hand found its way to his mouth again. "Yes, I do. All along. And yes, probably, but that's more my style, I think," Klavier answered. "Like this, see." Then, he replaced his hand with his mouth and kissed Apollo deeply.
With enthusiasm.
Apollo hoped Klavier would ask him if he liked the kiss because he knew he could give a geniunely honest answer.
THE END
