shannys_corner | [fic] Hello, Neighbour

So I figured that I'd start posting the fics I've been writing for the Phoenix Wright Kink Meme. I've written a few too many to post in one go, so I'll probably post one every day or two.

Title: Hello, Neighbour
Original Thread: here
Author:

kiyala
Word Count: 1442
Fandom: Phoenix Wright
Pairing: Phoenix Wright / Miles Edgeworth
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: yaoi, masturbation
Disclaimer: CAPCOM own Phoenix Wright

x-posted to

narumitsu and

gyakuten_saiban

The tension was running high in court. It always was, but this time it was getting to him. Could anyone blame him? Well, yes, the fact that he was disturbingly turned on by the stressed look in Wright’s eyes when he was struggling to win the trial was most probably his fault. But that didn’t change the fact that he couldn’t take very much more of it without going insane.

“The court will take a half-hour recess,” the judge declared, pounding on his gavel. There was a blood sample to be tested. The courtroom erupted in chatter as the spectators made their way outside.

Miles took another look at Phoenix, who stood across the room and was speaking to Maya. He looked away just as quickly. Leaving his papers and briefcase on the table, he turned on his heel and stalked away.

He had to do something about this. And his sexually frustrated mind was giving him the worst ideas. Grabbing Wright and having his way with him the moment Maya turned her back, tracking Wright down after the trial was over, jerking off to thoughts of doing either of the two to him. Jerking off to thoughts of Wright. He knew it was a better idea than the others. He only realised that he’d already been making his way to the male toilets when he pushed the door open.

“Hey, Nick, we should have another look through the court records during the break, shouldn’t we?” Maya suggested, looking at him.

Phoenix was doing his best to ignore the fact that Miles Edgeworth was looking at him. He turned to Maya and in that very moment, Edgeworth left the room. He sighed, shoulders slumping.

“I… ok, I guess so,” he said. “You think I could just go to the toilet first?”

“Sure! I’ll be waiting here!”

He nodded as he left. He sighed, rubbing his hand over his face. What was Edgeworth’s problem, staring at him like that? And what the hell was his problem, liking it the way he did? He’d had his suspicions about Edgeworth. Rather, about him, and what he thought of Edgeworth. Because he wasn’t really comfortable with being rivals, and friends sounded too weak. Would he go chasing after any other friend as much as he did for Miles Edgeworth? He knew the answer before he’d even finished forming the question in his mind.

This was throwing him off his game. This attachment; attraction he felt towards Edgeworth wasn’t helping him calm down any and he wasn’t going to allow himself to lose a trial and let an innocent person be deemed guilty just because his mind was elsewhere. Like how good Edgeworth looked with the smug smirk on his face when things were going his way. The sound of his voice, calling out an objection, that ridiculous bow of his when he’d proved a point…

All of these things were indicators that the trial was not going Phoenix’s way, but his hormones didn’t seem to give a damn.

His hand slid into his pants as soon as he’d locked the cubicle door. He heard the sound of someone shuffling, and immediately clamped a hand over his mouth to cut off the appreciative sigh that was about to escape his lips as he stroked himself. He hadn’t noticed that he wasn’t alone until just then, but the desperation that gripped him, and his half-hard cock told him that he wasn’t going to back out now. Not if he wanted to hold onto his sanity.

Miles bit his lip to keep himself from gasping as he heard someone enter the bathroom. He shifted so that he was leaning against one of the cubicle walls, stroking himself with his right hand, the fingers of his left hand grazing over the skin of his sac – oh god, all of this would be so much better if it was Phoenix.

He shut his eyes tighter, pretending that his shoulders weren’t digging into a the hard metal of the cubicle; that he was lying on his bed at home, Phoenix bending over him, his hands and mouth on him…

He grunted, and then gasped as he realised where he was, and that he was not alone.

Miles was all over him, biting his neck, licking his collarbone, one hand roaming across his chest, the other stroking his erection. Phoenix opened his mouth, but willed himself not to moan. He never thought he would hate the fact that he had a good imagination, but it was giving him all sorts of scenarios that wanted him to be a lot more vocal than he could be at that moment.

He resorted to moaning in his mind, the way he did at home on the occasion that he felt too ashamed of what he was doing to do it aloud. Miles, Miles, Miles… it was like a mantra for him, and he had learned a while ago that it was far easier than saying Egeworth, Edgeworth. He shuddered, stroking harder as he felt himself inch closer and closer to climax…

And then he heard a grunt from the other side of his cubicle wall.

“Miles,” he gasped, too surprised to remember to keep silent. It took him a moment for it to sink in and he felt the blush burning its way across his cheeks. He hoped to hell that whoever it was in the other cubicle didn’t know him well enough to recognise his voice.

He heard another gasp, louder this time, and he turned an even darker shade of crimson as he realised that the other person wasn’t just someone who would recognise his voice…

He wanted to stop. Needed to get out of the cramped cubicle, out of the bathroom, and preferably hide under his table until the end of the recess. This was supposed to make dealing with Miles Edgeworth easier, not impossible.

But he couldn’t. Not when he was this close. He let out a quiet sigh as he stroked his erection again.

Miles continued pumping at his arousal, his heart thudding against his chest. He recognised the voice. Recognised the fact that it was his name. He realised exactly what that meant.

He didn’t know what to think of; his fantasy where they were in his bed, or the reality, of Phoenix Wright in the cubicle beside his, jerking off to a fantasy that couldn’t be too different from his own.

He panted softly, not even bothering to muffle the sound now, stroking harder, feeling the blood pounding in his ears. He needed to fix this, he decided. He needed to fix the fact that they were separated by a metal cubicle wall even though they clearly wanted the same thing. But first he needed release. And then to get out of the bathroom before Phoenix did. And he needed the case to end. He could figure out the rest afterwards.

“Miles,” he heard again. It was soft, but he was listening for it. “Fuck… fuck.”

And then he was coming. Harder than he did at home, even when he indulged himself in the dirtiest of his fantasies. He knew it had a lot to do with the fact that Phoenix was right there, and he released a few extra drops of semen at the thought of how good it would be if it was Phoenix doing this to him.

He waited for his breath to return before wiping himself off as best as he could with toilet paper. He needed to shower when he got home. And quite possibly do this all again. He sighed quietly, dressing again and ensuring that nothing looked out of place.

The panting had stopped on the other side, too. Miles clenched his teeth, realising that he had to get out, wash his hand and leave the bathroom before Phoenix left his cubicle. He took a deep breath, and counted to three.

Phoenix unlocked his cubicle, stepping out to find Miles doing the same. They both froze and stared at each other.

There was a faint blush across Miles’ cheekbones as he gazed as Phoenix. He then turned away and turned the tap on.

Phoenix hesitantly stepped forward to a sink as well, keeping a small distance from Miles. He wasn’t sure of what to say – the more sensible part of his mind told him that nothing was a very good option – and he focused on his hands.

Miles turned his tap off and straightened up. Phoenix held his breath when he felt the other man’s eyes on him.

“…I’ll see you after court,” the prosecutor said simply, and left the bathroom.

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