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Dinner at Miles' place sure feels not as awkward as dinner in some restaurant. Phoenix finds he really likes Miles' apartment. It's big and decorated with pieces of art and little things that make it feel … homey. Miles' apartment has everything Phoenix's lacks.
Also, the huge TV is a plus. Even if they watch something as childish as a kids action show.
“Who's that?”, Phoenix asks, chewing some popcorn as loud as he can.
“Keep your mouth closed when you're eating, Wright.”
Phoenix looks at him, shrugs and just opens his mouth widely to show Miles the half-chewed popcorn mass inside. Miles furrows his brows and gives him a shove. “You're disgusting, Wright.”
“No. I'm cute.”
“You're not. And could you just shut up? That's a new episode.”
“But who is that?”
Miles sighs deeply and pinches the bridge of his nose with two fingers. “He's the Bringer of unjust Deeds. One of the villains.”
“I bet they're really proud of coming up with such a stupid name.”
“Wright! Be quiet now or I swear I'll call you a cab!”
Phoenix simply grins and snuggles up to Miles' side. “No. I find it cute that you're into childish TV shows.”
“I'm not... Wrigth! This show is highly under-appreciated. It's not for kids, despite what demographics may say. The plot is-”
Phoenix stuffs some popcorn into Miles' mouth. “Yeah, I get it, fanboy.”
Miles shoots him a cold glance – wow, he's really softened in terms of win records and all, but dare you say something about his favorite TV show.
They keep watching, silently now. And then there's the line.
“Show your spear, Steel Samurai! I'm eager to see it, eager to cross blades with you!”
That line.
And Phoenix cracks. He can't stop laughing. He's laughing so hard that tears are streaming down his face. His stomach hurts. He can't breathe, but oh, he simply can't stop laughing, too.
Miles stares at him.
“Okay, okay.” Phoenix nods as seriously as he can manage, then falls back into laughter again. “You were right, Miles. This is by no means a kids' show.”
“What..? … Wright! How dare you!” Miles' elbow pushes into his ribs – and with force! It hurts, really, but still, how could he stop laughing?
It takes almost a minute and a half before his laughter dies down to soft cackling now and then. Miles still looks at him with this cold gaze. The one all the defense attorneys – expect him – fear.
Phoenix can't be bothered. He just grins widely. “Really, Miles. I'm eager to see … your spear!” He starts laughing again.
“You know damn well that this was not the intention of these words, Wright!”
“Oh, I would believe that if it was a show for little kids because yeah, kids would never get such a reference. But you insist on it being for adults, too, so...”
“I don't care that I told you we'd try again with you staying over night. You can leave this apartment right now.”
Phoenix isn't quite sure if Miles really means it, but that just makes it all the more funnier. He cackles again. “How can you get so worked up over a TV show?”
“How could you get so worked up over presenting one stupid piece of evidence eight years ago?!”
Phoenix falls silent immediately. He looks at Miles, a puzzled look on his face. Miles stares back, eyes widening with shock, presumably over his own words.
“... Wright, I-”
Phoenix shakes his head, a small grin coming back on his face. “Now look at that.” He smirks even more. “How vile you can still be...” His voice drops to a smooth purr. He props himself up a little more, leans over and brings his lips directly in front of Miles'. “I think I could like that, Mr. Miles Edgeworth, feared prosecutor.” And then he closes the remaining space between them with a harsh, demanding kiss. More demanding than he had expected himself to risk. But Miles doesn't seem to mind, in fact he can feel the other man trembling a little as he presses his lips closer on his. For a quick moment, that's all there is – the two of them kissing, not touching otherwise. Then Miles abruptly clutches Phoenix's shirt and pulls him closer, being the one taking the initiative and licking against Phoenix's lips. He can hear himself making a surprised sound; something between a sigh and a moan, and then his hands are all over Miles, stroking his hair, his cheek, his shoulders, sides and finally his chest, fingers gliding along the buttons on Miles' shirt. Their tongues meet, again and again, stroking against each other, smoothly at first and then with more and more passion. Phoenix straightens his back, towering over Miles now, taking the leading role. Miles flinches as he feels Phoenix's knee against his crotch, but then the surprised sound turns into a groan and he leans in on the touch, bucking his hips up. Phoenix smiles a little into the kiss as Miles tugs at his shirt, clenching it even harder. God, he loves Miles' reactions. So offhandedly, so pure. Miles' breathing is ragged, even strained a little, but he doesn't seem to mind this, too, and given his bad experiences with feeling unable to breathe, Phoenix decides to take this as a compliment. A little victory, even. He prompts a little further, pressing his knee tighter against Miles. Goosebumps appear all over his body as he gets a reaction much better than hoped for – Miles doesn't only moan; he tilts his head back and removes one of his hands from Phoenix's shirt only to instantly grab one of the cushions on the couch, digging his nails into it almost violently. “Oh, God...!” The words are shaky, and Phoenix can't help but just stare at Miles, because heck, he looks and sounds so, so gorgeous. He wants to bend forward, press his lips on Miles' neck, shoulder, he wants to kiss every last inch of Miles' body, but it doesn't come to that, because Miles suddenly shakes his head, a little hastily, cheeks flushed. “God, Wright … stop.”
He does without hesitation. He removes his knee from Miles, going back a little, looking at him. “Are you okay?”
Miles nods, swallowing heavily. “You don't need to … go away. Just...” He doesn't end the sentence, but Phoenix thinks he understands, and he pulls Miles into his arms and places a kiss on his forehead. Miles sinks into him, hands a little shaky, breathing a little too fast. But not in a bad way, Phoenix thinks, because Miles is smiling. “I...” He laughs a little. “God, I really do like kissing.”
Phoenix laughs, too, then nods. “That's great. Because I love kissing you, too.”
Miles snuggles up against him, cheeks still red.
“Shall I get you off?” Phoenix smirks at him.
“... What?” He sounds embarrassed, almost shocked.
“Mhmm?” He kisses Miles' ear lightly. “I would really love to jerk you off, Miles. Your reactions are amazing. So hot. And you can't deny the kiss did leave a certain … impression.”
Miles stares at him, eyes wide with disbelieve. Phoenix looks right back at him, staying silent for a few seconds, then grinning a little more. “I take it as no?”
“I...” Miles swallows heavily again before shaking his head. “N- no.”
“All right.” Phoenix gently lets his hand glide through Miles' hair. “But then I'd really like to use your bathroom for a quick cold shower, if you're okay with that.” He suppresses a laugh as he sees Miles blush even further.
“I … sure.” He turns his head away and fumbles for his phone, scrolling through his emails. Not watching him with an intensity which could just as well be called ridiculous. Phoenix watches him for a few more seconds, grinning, then gets up, plants a kiss on Miles' head and makes his way to the bathroom.
Miles looks up from his phone, fixing his gaze at the TV screen. The Bringer of unjust Deeds lost. No surprise there. He turns it off and thinks about Phoenix using his shower, then quickly thinks about something else. Anything else.
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The water is indeed cold in the beginning, but Phoenix really detests cold showers, so he turns it hot after only a few seconds, closing his eyes. He sighs silently, still hearing the beautiful sounds Miles made. “God, I hate this”, he murmurs, although he actually doesn't. He really does love Miles' reactions and he also loves how easily flustered he gets. He loves how embarrassed he is whenever Phoenix says something vaguely sexual. He loves how the Chief Prosecutor looks like with cheeks flushed red. He loves to take it slow with him. But still … he hates this. Kinda.
For a brief moment he thinks about just jerking off himself. Miles' reactions really would provide enough motivation, he's sure he wouldn't take too long. But then again, it would be strange to do this in Miles' shower, without the other man's consent no less. So he changes his mind and lets the water get cold again. He hates cold showers, yes, but this is Miles' home.
Whenever the picture of Miles tilting his head back, leaning in on his touches, wants to get into his mind, he shoves it aside. At least he tries to. Still he can hear Miles' voice, shaking, unstable, moaning. He did of course think about what it would be like to have sex with Miles in the past. In his fantasies, Miles always was very quiet. Phoenix is not longer sure if this is an accurate image. But eh, these are not exactly the most productive thoughts right now. He tries to shove them aside, too, save them for later, for tomorrow, alone in his room. With another silent sigh he decides to leave the shower.
As he steps outside of the bathroom, ready for bed, he realizes that the lights in the corridor as well as the living room have been turned off. He enters Miles' bedroom instead, following the now-lit source of brightness.
Miles appears to have himself readied for bed in the guest bathroom. He swapped his suit against loose black trousers made of soft looking cloth and a-
“... Miles? Are you wearing a Steel Samurai fan shirt?”
Miles closes the book in which he's been reading, one finger between the pages. “It's comfortable.”
Phoenix can't help but grin. “Oh God, you're such a geek.”
“Wright. Let it go.” There's a small warning in his voice, almost not audible.
“Come on, I just-”
“You know, Wright, I would not wear this in just anyone's presence. In fact, I can think of no one but you.”
Phoenix pauses, seriously considering these words. He hasn't thought about it, but now that Miles mentioned it … this is a big deal for his dating partner – the show and everything surrounding it. And he shares it with him. So he just nods and sits down on the bed next to Miles, trying not to stare too bluntly at his bare arms. Seeing Miles so casually is … definitely new. Definitely exciting, somehow. He swallows, turning his head in another direction.
Miles opens his book again and Phoenix lays down, taking his mobile phone to write a good night text to Trucy who had texted him first, just a little earlier while he was still taking his unsatisfactory shower, telling him she was tired and would soon go to bed. When he is done and the text sent (“Hi tired, I'm Daddy. Sleep tight and don't let your Magic Panties bite!”) he turns to face Miles who is still sitting, still reading.
“Would you mind cuddling if you're done reading? You do like cuddling, right?”, he asks.
Miles pauses and seems to seriously consider the question. “I guess I am not quite opposed to the thought of … cuddling with you.”
“... Really? You thought so hard about it and this is your answer? Gee. Don't get too excited over it.”
Miles looks at him with an almost scolding expression. “What do you want to hear, Wright? You asked something and got an answer.”
“Not the one I have hoped for.”
“That's really no one's problem but yours, then.” But he smiles a little, closing the book and putting it aside. He lays down too and shuffles closer to him.
Phoenix sighs, content, putting one of his arms around Miles. After a few minutes of just lying next to each other, he suddenly opens his eyes again. “Wait”, he says.
Miles opens his eyes, too, looking at him. “Hm?”
“You … have never kissed. … Have you ever cuddled before?”
“... With Franziska. But I was still a child back then, of course.”
“... God, do you even know what you've missed? You're under...cuddled.”
“I am very certain this is not an actual word, Wright.”
“But you know what I mean! Everyone needs human contact. Everyone likes being touched by and touching someone they care about.”
A thought crosses his mind – What if Miles simply never had someone to care about? - but thinking it makes him sad, so he pushes it away. Right behind the same closed door as “Miles moaning and bucking his hips against his knee, and God, the sounds he makes...”
They are silent after that. Until Phoenix breaks the silence once again. “Miles? Can I ask you something?”
“What is it?” The other man sounds tired now. But Phoenix just has to know.
“You … never kissed before.”
“How often do you want to repeat this simple fact, Wright?” He sounds … a little annoyed, maybe. For some strange reason, it gives Phoenix the courage to just flat out ask what he wants to know.
“Does that mean you've never had sex before? I mean, I know one can have sex without kissing – in fact, I very much enjoy sex without kissing from time to time –, but anyway. … Are you a virgin?”
Miles cheeks grow red again. He grips the blanket a little tighter and doesn't answer. He's silent for so long that Phoenix almost doesn't expect an answer anymore when it finally comes.
“Yes, I am. I've never had … any kind of … intimate encounter with someone.”
Phoenix simply nods. “Okay. I just figured... I don't know. I just thought it would be … useful information, is all.”
Miles, still red, nods stiffly, then turns off the light. “Good night, Wright.”
“Night, Miles.”
He hears Miles shuffling a little, trying to find the most comfortable position. He turns on his back himself, looking up at the ceiling.
Miles is a virgin.
Miles has never had sex before.
Miles has never had anyone even touch him like I want to.
Oh, God.
He thinks about Miles' reactions and how they would change if they went just … a little farther. Just a little. Phoenix's hand against Miles' crotch, maybe. Phoenix's hand around Miles' dick. Ohhh, Phoenix's mouth around Miles' dick.
I love to take it slow. Yeah. Sure. Fuck.
He could need another cold shower. He squeezes his eyes shut and tries to relax.
It takes some time until he feels himself drifting off to sleep. Before it can really happen though, Miles nestles up closer, his fingers gently stroking over Phoenix's chest. “Wright? Are you awake?”, he whispers.
“Mh-hmm. I am.” He is. Wide awake again. Miles' fingers burn on his skin through the t-shirt he's wearing – although they are actually rather cool.
“I...” He clears his throat, hesitating. “You are … of course right. With us … dating, you … should know certain facts, I suppose.”
“Certain facts.” That sounds weird.
“Like … what you just asked me.” He tugs at the sleeve of Phoenix's t-shirt a little. “Also, I … I've never... I mean...”
Phoenix lifts his head to look at him, curiously. “You never … what?”
“I...” Miles lets go of his sleeve, pushing a strand of his hair back behind his ear. “I … am a virgin, but I mean … I could have … but I have not.”
Phoenix blinks, now confused. “What? What are you talking about, Miles?”
“I... I … have never …” He utters something Phoenix can't quite make out, some sort of frustrated sound. “... Wright, I don't just have … never had sex, I've never had... I... God, this is ridiculous! I feel so silly, Wright. Dating is annoying.”
“Hey, you're dating me. Can't be annoying. I'm cute. I'm smart. I'm sexy.”
“I've never had an orgasm, Wright.” The words come out a little muffled against the blanket Miles pulled up almost entirely to his face. It's actually really cute, seeing the Chief Prosecutor like that, but ...
“... You what? … Why … are you telling me that?” Phoenix doesn't know what's bigger – his surprise (no, really, it's shock, God, Miles is 35 years old) or his confusion.
“You heard me! And I thought that, too, is something you'd find 'useful information'.” Miles wants to turn away, but Phoenix grabs him at his shoulders and pulls him closer towards him.
“No, it's... Yeah, it is. Useful information, I mean. … You're not pulling my leg, right?”
“Why would I joke? I told you I feel silly!” Phoenix feels Miles' stare on him, normally reserved for inside the courtroom.
“Okay. Okay.” He nods, sits up and feels for the light switch. He turns it on again. Miles blinks against the brightness, still looking at him. “... But, Miles, why? I mean …” Now it's he feeling silly, He never thought he'd ask these kind of questions – towards Miles Edgeworth, Chief Prosecutor, no less. “Have you never … you know, touched yourself?”
Miles has never had an orgasm. Geez. He shudders at the thought. I am the first person to do … everything to him.
“I obviously have not”, Miles answers dryly. Phoenix looks at him, still choosing his words carefully as ever, like he does in court, talking loud and clear again. Talking about such a topic as if it were an opening statement. Wearing a Steel Samurai fan shirt.
“Why are you grinning, Wright?”
“Oh! I … it's not because of what you said, promise. Just … never mind. So...” He pauses for a moment. “Why have you never masturbated?”
This whole topic feels silly to talk about, he realizes. Because they're not teenagers, not even in their twenties. They're in their mid-thirties.
“I … was never interested in … this kind of... I don't know, Wright, okay? I was too busy studying.”
“Huh. Okay. … I mean … thanks. For … telling me, you know? I take it as a sign of trust.”
“You already know I trust you.”
“Still. Thanks. And if I … ever do … too much, just... You can always tell me to stop, okay? Like you did today. I don't ever want to be intrusive.”
Miles averts his gaze, turning his head in the other direction and nods. “Can you turn off the light again?”
Phoenix does. They are once again bathed in nothing but faint moonlight from outside, falling only through some cracks in the window's blinds – and silence. It feels awkward at first, but then Miles sighs, sounding annoyed, and in the next moment he is cuddled up against Phoenix again, interlacing their fingers.
He's so close.
Phoenix pulls him closer still. The awkwardness is gone, replaced by body warmth and Miles' steady breathing. Hearing him breathe makes him happy, Phoenix realizes. He's smiling. And then grinning.
“Still, Miles. You really should try masturbating. Orgasms are amazing.”
Miles gives him a shove, muttering something about foolish defense attorney. Phoenix tries very hard and manages to bite back a “Oh, I could give you prove, you know. Evidence is everything, and so on.”
Some other day, he decides.