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“This sort of place was the last spot I expected you to go to.”
An arm was swung over his shoulders once they were outside. Night had fallen over an hour ago, and he knew that he had hit his limit with the way he was almost slouching into the defense attorney. His chest felt warm within, and his mind in a pleasant daze. He hummed in content when the other wound one arm over his lower back to balance him. “Some time after the Gavinners’ fame took off, I used to come here with my band mates. The fraulein that runs this dive bar still remembers me, that’s why the drinks were on the house.”
“Still, even if it is your birthday, you should watch how much you consume. The last thing I want is you passing out on the bar floor.” Apollo rolled his eyes.
The prosecutor clumsily pecks his temple. “Ah… Herr Forehead always looking out for me.” He giggles in his drunken stupor, lips hovering over his ear. “You know, I still haven’t told you what I really wanted to do today.”
They were halfway across the parking lot to Klavier’s BMW. He didn’t understand why he insisted on parking so far from the building, especially where it wasn’t very well lit. Apollo looks over to his left, seeing the man’s face only mere inches from his. Like always, it didn’t matter what state he was in, the blonde hair framing his tan cheeks and jawline whenever he wore it in a half up loose bun stole his breath every single time. With his keen eyesight, Apollo can clearly see the devious spark beyond those pools of blue.
This was either going to be inane or ludicrous. “So, what was it?” Klavier finally told him when they were next to the car, the arm slung over his shoulders moved to hold him by the waist now. Apollo instantly knew from the way he held onto him what was going through his head. His face exploded in warmth at the notion, and he couldn’t help the accusation in his hushed voice. “Seriously?”
“Why do you think I said we should park over here earlier? It wasn’t for nothing, liebe.” Klavier turned Apollo towards him, his teasing grin widening. “You never wanted to try to be… more daring?”
“At home it’s different! Here, o-outside…” He stuttered, glancing around the empty parking lot.
“It could’ve been worse, like the hog.”
Oh god, he’s right about that. “Well… I did say we can do whatever you wanted today.” Apollo admits. The arms around him pulled him forward and eliminated the gap between them. He narrows his umber eyes at the taller man. “This isn’t going to take long, right?”
Klavier playfully flicks at the defense attorney’s two hair spikes and places a doting kiss onto his forehead. “I only need 5 minutes, baby~”
His stomach churned from the hot excitement that flooded into him at those confident words. Now this was something he had to witness. Apollo dug into one of his coat pockets for Klavier’s heart key ring. The click of the lock opening went and he grabs onto the handle of the backseat car door. He gets in first before tugging the prosecutor down and into the backseat with him. Apollo pulls him by the semi-open flaps of his deep violet button down, their lips colliding into a hasty kiss. Klavier reaches behind to shut the car door. “I can see how quickly your tune changed.” His hand went to the back pocket of his black fitted leather pants and brought out his smartphone. “Time me.” He smirked lightly, handing over the device to Apollo.
“You’re ridiculous, you know that?” He chuckles and takes the phone to open the timer app and set it to the desired minutes. The device was set down onto the floor beside him once he pushed start. The leather of the seats crinkle as Klavier slid closer with the same feisty grin from before. Apollo huffed amusingly. “Better start moving.”
“You don’t have to tell me twice, schatzi.” He stole another kiss from the defense attorney as his hands began pulling off Apollo’s coat. It was tossed aside quickly before tracing the hem of his top and slipping under the material to caress his torso. Apollo squeaked in surprise at how adept his touches were and just wanted to melt. His top was pushed up and off him, joining the coat on the floor beside them. Klavier nipped at his exposed neck before sucking on a patch of skin. Hands grabbed onto his shoulders for support.
“H-hey, not so hard. My dress shirt can’t cover these.”
He stops to press a tender kiss to the spot. “I’m sorry, you’re just so adorable with my markings.” Klavier sits up and away temporarily, one hand on the next button of his own shirt. “It’s only fair if I’m matching.”
As he was undoing his top, Apollo looks down to the phone screen’s. A minute passed already. That would be most impressive to get him turned on enough and make them both finish within four minutes. Then again, with how experienced Klavier was, he may just be able to do it. Unless he had something planned up his sleeve to really push him over the edge in time. Until then he would continue to reserve judgment. When he looked back to the prosecutor, his toned bare chest greeted him. Klavier let him rove his hands over, even tracing the subtle muscled indents dipping down beneath the hem of the leather pants. God, he couldn’t wait to see that soon.
“Now let’s get those off you. It must feel rather tight.” He gently pushes the defense attorney down across the backseat. Apollo kept himself propped up on his elbows and lifts his hips up for him. He had a clear view of the prominent bulge the other was now sporting.
“I’m sure you can attest to that as well.” Apollo jests.
When the jeans bunched halfway down his legs, he pushed his undergarments off too. He could tell Klavier was momentarily worshiping the sight of his hard length, which in turn made him grab both articles of clothing and tearing them away from his body twice as fast. Apollo sat back up when prompted by a “come hither” motion from the other’s hand. “Be a darling and help me out of these?” He takes his hand and guides it to his waist.
What he wasn’t expecting when he pulled down the zipper was the lack of boxer shorts, or any other kind of undergarments. Apollo sputtered. “Y-you… All day you did this?!” He tried to keep his Chords of Steel in check, only half succeeding.
“I’m full of surprises, Herr Forehead.” Klavier laughed. He raises his hips to him. “I don’t have much time to talk about it, as much as I want to.”
Apollo rid him of those tight leather pants. The pile of clothes and their shoes made a small heap on the floor. From what he saw now on the screen there less than 3 minutes. “I still need a bit more before I’m ready, just so you know.” He opens his legs a bit wider to indicate where he wanted to be touched next.
“I didn’t forget, schatzi.” Klavier scooted close enough so that both of their shafts rubbed against each other. With one hand he stroked themselves simultaneously.
Apollo lets out the first moan of tonight. He sees the bead of white gathering at his tip and trickle down. Klavier only exhaled deeply, his neck reeling back slightly. Despite sounding like the much more composed of the two, his own pre-cum showed otherwise. The view had done it for him, and he wanted nothing more than for the man to do him right now on the backseat. “Please…” Apollo says through his panting. He was told to lay back again and does so without hesitation. Klavier picked up his discarded leather pants and searched in the other pocket. A small square packet was procured. “You really planned this all out, didn’t you?”
He tears open the foil and starts prepping himself. “Ja~” The light snap of the latex signaled he was done. “Didn’t want to make a mess and have to explain myself to whoever cleans it. And don’t worry, it’s already lubed.”
Something about that statement was contradictory, and instinctively Apollo pointed it out. “Wait, then how I am supposed to prevent-”
His iconic rock star smirk made him stop short. “You’ll see, Apollo.”
Klavier filled the empty space between his lover’s legs and lifted them over his waist. He was half knelt atop the backseat, one leg over the edge of the seat, and both arms on either side of Apollo to hover over him. As he started to push in the tip, Apollo reached up and around his head. Klavier felt his hair being tugged loose from the hairband it was tied in and daintily fall over his shoulders afterwards. He blinked dumbly for a second and sees the man beneath him titter at his reaction, reminding him once more the one of many reasons why he chose to be with Apollo.
The two sighed blissfully when he reached the hilt and could at last start thrusting. Of all the worst timing, they heard a group of people exiting the establishment from afar, their laughter nearly echoing across the parking lot. Instantly Apollo’s whole body tensed, and he clung onto the prosecutor, completely horrified at the possibility of being caught in such an obscene position. “Klavier…!” He whimpered.
Unfortunately for him, it seemed like he was unaffected by it. “Hmm… I can see it now. “Defense attorney Justice and Prosecutor Gavin arrested for indecent exposure”-”
“You’re not helping!” Apollo smacks him in the arm. “What if they hear us?”
Klavier leans into him, pausing just as their lips grazed. “Then I guess you’ll have to be quiet, mein liebing…” He whispers huskily as he captured him into a heated kiss. “Those Chords of Steel are going to get us in trouble~” He softly moans into his lover’s mouth to muffle himself, seemingly aroused by the idea itself.
This was one of very few times that Apollo could say he was ashamed to call himself a lawyer. Deep down there was a twisted thrill at the dangers of being caught. Or maybe it was the fact that he was doing this with a celebrity of all people. The paparazzi or TMZ would have a field day and expose their sex life to the world for views. Everybody would know that the Klavier Gavin and himself were nothing more than a couple of exhibitionists. It sent a chilling shudder down his back. Maybe he was more perverse than he realized. And there wasn’t truly any real harm in only entertaining the thought. “Yeah… you’re right. I wouldn’t want the public to know how amazing your cock is.” Apollo emphasizes by licking his lips.
Now it was Klavier’s turn to be caught off guard. “Schatzi… when did you get a filthy mouth like that? Not that I’m offended, but I’d love to know.” He purred.
Apollo briefly glanced over to the phone. “Funny, you don’t exactly have a minute left. I suppose it was a bit much to expect to finish in such a short time-”
Klavier pinned his arms above his head. His blonde hair swaying from the sudden movement. “I can make you come whenever I want, Justice.”
Oh, the last name basis now. That was hot. “Then make me.” He answers smugly.
He had gone at this rough pace before, but now the passion had been filled with animalistic lust. Their skin connects with a sodden smack and the prosecutor makes sure to roll his hips into him for extra friction. His sweet spot was hit every time he did so, and any remaining fear from earlier had all but dissipated. Apollo had cried that he was very close. Klavier’s thrusts had slowed down the same time he nearly grunted and groaned aloud his pleasure. He knew that he came from the way he was trying to regain breath. Apollo lamented the loss of being pumped into when he pulled out. However, he was surprised when Klavier hunches down over him, his mouth hovered just above his swollen tip. “I said that you will see... Now come for me.”
Wet heat encircled his head, tongue lapping and gliding across his hard cock with practiced ease. Apollo’s hands clenched, desperately wanting to cling onto anything. Klavier had took all of him in at this point, and his thighs clamped around his lover’s head and neck to anchor himself from squirming around too much. He grabbed onto his blonde hair, scrunching handfuls in earnest at each hard suck to his tip. Apollo knew he wasn’t going to last much longer and moaned the man’s name salaciously upon orgasm. His back arched, then fell back once he was completely spent. He looked back down to Klavier, noticing the lack of a mess. The only hint of it ever existing was wiped away from his bottom lip.
“God…”
Klavier flipped his bangs with one hand, a coy gesture he did whenever Apollo expressed such emotion. He reached down to the floor and took back his phone. That all knowing smile he did was returning when he flipped around the device to show him. “Don’t underestimate me, liebe~” There was the result in person, stopped with less than 5 seconds to spare.
“Alright, fine. You made your case, Prosecutor Gavin.”
“Danke, Herr Forehead.” He tended to the used condom, making sure the remnants didn’t spill. “I’ll just toss it out the window.” The amount of repulsion that crossed Apollo’s face had Klavier laughing. “I’m kidding! I have a tissue pack in the glove compartment to wrap it up in.” He looks to the defense attorney expectantly with doe eyes. “Now the real question is… who’s going to drive us home?”
Apollo sorted his clothes from Klavier’s in the meantime while he used the tissue pack like he said. “Who else?” He casts an amorous gaze at him, then scooted over to feather kisses around his face. Tan arms encased him, and Apollo lets himself bask in the man’s devotion. “You are not driving around Los Angeles on your own birthday.”