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vierzehn Tage²
Title: vierzehn Tage²
Summary: Two fortnights and mortifying little old ladies
Rating: PG13
Warnings: More or less sex with clothes on, but not too much detail on that
Update: one-shot
Other: for PWKM, promt was "Either Garyuucest (GOIN TAH HELL =D), Klavier/Apollo or Klavier Nick with SEX/FROTTAGE ON A MOTORBIKE." Wry yes, I did do this promt twice. Semi related to Ende gut, alles gut


The first week was great, though a bit unsure at first the younger man seemed very open to the idea of them being more then friends. They weren't exactly a couple, they were in that gray period where things are redefined. Apollo was sweet, young, and willing.


The second week, Apollo is a bit more... forceful. They haven't really gone beyond some light kissing and a bit of groping, but about midway through the week Klavier finds himself pushed against his couch, tongue in his mouth, and a very eager partner. He almost fights it, before deciding to go with it. Maybe being in control makes the lawyer more comfortable. At least that's what the prosecutor tells himself.


The third week is Apollo's first night over, and while nothing really happens it's nice. The boy snores like a log at first but once he got to a deep sleep he really was cute curled up on the bed. He was even better waking up, sleepy but giving a soft kiss on the cheek in greeting before going to make breakfast.


The fourth week, his young lover says something into his ear as a hand slips down to the front of his pants, and Klavier swears he almost crashes the bike then and there. He also would deny latter on that he blushed at all. But Apollo doesn't leave it alone, pressed flush against him and his hand starting to massage the older man who cursed sharply, torn between telling him to stop or to continue.

The brown haired man rolled his hips, smirk pressing against Klavier's ear as the blond tried to keep them at a normal speed. It gave him a flashback to a month back, and he really does wonder just how 'cute' Apollo is. The hand continues it's slow but thorough stroking, the singer glad they're almost back to Apollo's since he knows the impulse to pull off to some alley is a bad idea.

He can feel how hard his lover is, the rock star already quite a ways along himself. When he pulls into the parking lot, Apollo wastes no time as soon as Klavier kills the engine. The young man is in his lap, their lips finding each other while he keeps his legs firmly balanced since they're both too busy to deal with the kickstand. No clothes are shed, both of them exploring under cloth while they pressed closer together.

He hears a gasp off to the side, no doubt some lady offended because by this point yes they are fucking with their clothes on, but they both focus on each other. It's over quickly, both panting and Klavier keeping a firm grip around the other's waist so he didn't fall off. He laughs, Apollo giving him a look. He'd have to point out later how they were going to be the talk of the neighborhood for the next while, going at it like horny teenagers in a public place.

Right now, there was just getting up to the apartment. Where Klavier wasn't sure where he'd end up during round two, but not really caring. The thrill of it was just part of the fun.