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Phoenix didn’t really know if he could call himself single at this point.
It was strange, really. Something that had accidentally happened one night he was fucking around on some dating site- no, let’s fix that. A hookup site. An anonymous one at that.
You see, he really hadn’t meant to send that message to one with a particularly attractive dick as the profile picture, and he really hadn’t expected a response not an hour later. The recipient requested a picture in return, funnily enough, and after a moment of dread, hesitation and swearing up and down that if this was a joke, he’d delete the app and deal with his frustrations on his own from then on, Phoenix sent the best one he could manage on his new phone. A brief chat and one clean STD panel later, he had a “date”.
That was three months ago.
Right now, he was doing everything he could to smother the groan swelling in his throat as his cock slid into Sig_Samurai93’s ass, just as it had for the past twelve Fridays in a row.
Oh, baby, you feel amazing.
Phoenix didn’t say this out loud, of course.
There were rules to this thing he and this fellow had going on, strict ones that if either party ever broke, their little get-togethers would end immediately. First, which honestly was the hardest for Phoenix to follow, was absolutely no vocalization. No moaning. No dirty talk. Nothing. And man, it was hard to stifle every little noise with how perfectly his partner took him. Breathing was okay, not that either could really help that and Phoenix would readily admit it was a huge turn-on hearing the other man choke on his breath when Phoenix finally started moving.
Discretion was of the utmost importance to this man, whoever he was, to the point where blowjobs were out of the question just from the chance Phoenix might recognize the curve of his lips or something, which would’ve been impossible anyway. For one, the only light in these two booths were the exit lamps, casting a faint red glow over everything and barely illuminating anything. Second, there was only one pair of lips Phoenix had ever bothered to memorize, and he wouldn’t be caught dead in a place like this. This place, being of course, an entire establishment built upon hookups that wanted to remain completely anonymous. His partner had suggested it and in all honesty, Phoenix was pleasantly surprised by the cleanliness of the booths and professionalism of the employees. His partner obviously had done his research and in an act of stubbornness, he insisted on footing all of the booking fees.
Phoenix didn’t mind. He actually found his insistence rather cute, especially when the man had been far more nervous than Phoenix on their first meeting, so much that John almost backed out at the last second.
Oh yeah. Did he mention John was the name this mysterious, horny man called himself? Phoenix almost choked on his giggles when he first read it and in true Wright fashion, he immediately named himself Jane and made some poor pun about deer, hoping that both the reference would be caught and it would calm the man down. Phoenix was successful, meaning this guy either worked somewhere that would need to identify dead bodies or was a huge fan of crappy legal dramas. Maybe it was both.
Either way, it was incredibly endearing.
Even more so than John shyly placing his bum into view, already prepared for the activities ahead. It had been a very interesting time, and something about it kept drawing Phoenix back.
Ah, well. In simple terms, it was Phoenix’s imagination.
With little to see through the silicone lined hole and nothing to go off of from sound, he could place whoever he wanted to on the other side. It wasn’t hard. God, it really wasn’t hard at all. When he pulled back just a little bit to see the edge of that pale ass in which he’d buried himself, watching the cheeks jiggle every time he snapped into that welcoming heat, his mind filled in the rest. And as predicted, it always imagined the source of his frustrations in the first place. Flesh twitched around him and a gasp stifled itself from the other side of the hole. Phoenix grinned.
You like it like that, don’t you, Miles?
He did feel bad, at first, something that could’ve easily been alleviated if they could actually talk instead of only messaging each other through the app but after the third week, he figured it was alright. Phoenix was a quick learner, and it was easy to find what John liked based on the way his insides clenched around him in a vice grip or when an involuntary, breathy whimper hissed through his teeth. His partner liked it rough, liked feeling Phoenix’s balls slapping him as he was railed hard enough to shake the booth and Phoenix loved how he took it as if his dick was the best thing on the planet.
He missed this, really. All that time chasing after Miles when he was young and then the stretch of a seven year-long depression that sunk its meaty claws into his hide left him without much desire to do anything … maybe deal with some stress in the shower and little more. But now that he was back on his feet, certain feelings resurfaced; urges that kept him distracted when alone, all stemming from the rare flashes of a forbidden neck or maybe even a stretch of forearm visible from rolled sleeves on hotter days. It was embarrassing. This had to be done to keep his mind clear when a certain pompous ass decided to come down from his chair and grace the peasants in court with his ruffles.
But, it wasn’t like Phoenix was only thinking of himself during all of this. It was a person on the other side of the wall, not a cock sleeve, and Phoenix wanted to be sure sure he was fucking John exactly how he wanted to ensure he came too. He paid attention to everything he could: every twitch, every gasp, every scrape of shoes against linoleum. He engraved it all into his mind, including anything that could be true.
It was the reason he brought lambskin condoms rather than latex on their first meeting, just in case John had an allergy. Which he did, making it two men Phoenix knew with such sensitivities (that knowledge made it even easier to imagine a certain someone on the other side).
His partner seemed to hold similar beliefs. When Phoenix found that he would break into a rash from the cleaning wipes provided by the establishment, John purchased some expensive, imported brand that was kind to his skin and brought them every time along with some bougie looking water-bottles. A cute thing, really, one of the main reasons why Phoenix agreed to a new rule five weeks in.
They would become exclusive.
Hence why he couldn’t really say he was single anymore, not that anyone asked. Yeah, Athena had noticed the new chipperness in his mood after the first few times, which quickly made rounds that the big ol' boss man was secretly dating someone. Even Maya had heard about how he was “getting some”, as she crudely put it. Though, no one really needed to know what he was actually doing.
No one except the man making the most delicious noises as he took the brunt of this strange mode of “self-care”.
Phoenix pressed his face to the wall with his arms folded over his head, his breath seething through his nose as a bead of sweat trickled down from his scalp and onto his cheek. He could hear his partner's haggard gasps silenced through sheer will alone, just little wisps of noise that cut through the music blaring out in the lobby, but it was enough to keep Phoenix going.
Fuck, you feel so good.
He licked his lips, tasting his own sweat and the heat of his breath bouncing off the wall.
God, I want to blow you so bad. Just swallow your cock over and over until you come.
The images flooded his mind as he closed his eyes, allowing his hips to do the talking of the arousal balling up in his chest. He could practically taste the underside of his partner’s cock as he imagined himself licking it from base to tip before taking him in his mouth, swallowing him to the hilt with his nose buried in a bed of silver curls. Fleeting tingles of long, perfectly manicured fingers running through his hair sent shivers down his spine and he thrust harder, feeling that slick warmth clench tightly around his dick.
I’m going to make you feel so good, babe.
Two knocks vibrated through the wall Phoenix had rested his ear on, somewhat desperate to hear the hissing of his partner as Phoenix fucked him with abandon, though his hips immediately stalled once he registered the sound. Phoenix knocked back.
You okay?
He heard a sigh, a pause, then a soft, unique buzz from his phone that was thankfully reachable without pulling out.
My apologies, Jane. I have an appointment tomorrow and simply cannot be seen limping.
Phoenix snorted a soft laugh, his fingers gleefully tapping away.
Hey, no worries. Do you want to continue with something slower or just call it a night?
A pause, most likely for his partner to think or to build up courage, something Phoenix found incredibly endearing every time it happened. About a minute later, another message appeared.
Perhaps… might you be willing to indulge me?
Of course! :)
His partner began to pull away, but suddenly paused.
Did you happen to prepare yourself tonight?
Phoenix smiled at his screen, utterly ignoring how warm his cheeks grew when he typed back.
Yep! I always do, just in case ;)
Excellent.
He pulled out, careful to not smack his dick against the edge of the hole while his partner shuffled about on his side, his nerves already buzzing with an odd mix of elation and anxiety that he tried to alleviate by kicking off his pants. They hadn’t done this before, not with Phoenix on the receiving end. Scary. Exciting. He couldn’t decide which, but when a hand, gloved and slick with lube, appeared through the hole, his heart leapt up into his throat, rattling his breath.
Just want to be sure, eh? Well aren’t you kind.
Sweet. Sweet was a much better word, especially with how lightly, how tenderly those long fingers caressed the skin between his cheeks, forcing Phoenix to cover his mouth lest he wanted to break their biggest rule. He could barely handle it, his heart fluttering painfully against his ribs as one finger slid in, carefully ensuring Phoenix was truly ready before another slipped in beside it. He didn’t even realize his free hand had found its way to his cock and began to pump.
And soon enough, once his partner was satisfied, those fingers retreated and were replaced with much larger flesh. It took some maneuvering to line up properly but Phoenix felt himself being filled with that cock that caught his attention so many months prior, and when warm, hair peppered skin pressed against the cleft of his ass, a low, grumbling sigh vibrated against the wall.
Oh, you really like that. Do I make you feel good?
His partner pulled back, moving in smooth, shallow thrusts as if to work out the sting of his girth. Yet another sweet little thing that would make Phoenix fall for him yet, if they ever decided to move past anonymity.
But enough of those thoughts. He couldn’t let his partner do all the work, could he? Phoenix did his best to meet his partner’s slow and deep thrusts with the wall between them, hearing the scratch of gloved nails down the other side and the thump of a head dipping to rest against the surface. When he reached down between his legs to stroke the underside of that wrapped cock while only the tip was inside him, he swore he heard a curse smothered behind hidden lips.
How are you gonna fuck me, hmm? Gonna fuck me ‘till you come? I’d like that, Miles…
Ah, already back to that, was he? No matter. It only made his dick twitch in his hand and his partner’s feel that much better gliding along his insides, and god, god did it feel good when that dick pushed as far as it could go, so much that it wasn’t long before Phoenix was forced to wedge himself against the wall and just take what he was given. His legs trembled, thighs tightening as the warmth in his core swelled, words wouldn’t form in his mind anymore and his eyes couldn’t focus.
Soon enough, his partner lost the careful tempo he had set, the force of his snaps punching the air from his and Phoenix’s lungs alike. Phoenix was practically fucking himself on that cock and his hand at this point, his mouth biting down on his free hand wrapped the hem of his shirt to keep himself silent unlike John, who was swallowing breathy, voiceless groans that seethed out his nose.
Those little noises sent tingles down Phoenix’s skin in sheets of rippling waves. He threw his head back, bracing himself as the warmth in his gut broiled and gurgled, close enough to almost give him the courage to beg for more than his fist clamped around his dick.
So close. So close- fuck , Miles-
John shoved forward, his hands scrambling to claw at what little of Phoenix’s cheeks he could grasp as his cock twitched deep inside of him, but it wasn’t that marvelous sensation that finally threw Phoenix over the edge. No, no, it was the sound of the other man struggling to control the groan bubbling from behind tight lips that finally made the heat spill over. White crackled in Phoenix’s eyes and nerves alike, the tight coil in his stomach exploding as he emptied himself into the condom.
Somehow, Phoenix managed to remain upright, despite the fact he needed to lean against the wall to catch his breath. He rolled his head, listening for his partner who hadn’t moved yet. So close… he was literally right there, wheezing on the other side of the wall right behind Phoenix’s ear and he would honestly kill right then to be able to cuddle up to the other man, to know whose dick was slowly growing limp between his cheeks. The moniker John was slowly wearing itself thin, and he wanted to know this man properly more and more every meeting.
Perhaps some other time.
His partner pulled away first and on shaky legs, Phoenix hobbled over to his bag of supplies, making sure to roll off and properly dispose of the spent condom. Like clockwork, that hand appeared again, offering the imported wipes well out of Phoenix’s budget only to disappear when he took them, allowing Phoenix to catch a fleeting glance of John’s dark clothing. Once cleaned up and properly dressed, Phoenix lingered by said hole, his back to the wall with his fingers slightly poking through.
His cheeks hurt with how quickly and brightly a smile formed on his lips when he felt his partner’s freshly gloved finger curl around his. Squeezing it, Phoenix picked up his phone with his free hand.
Everything good over there? I’m sorry I was too rough earlier.
Phoenix heard a smooth breath of a chuckle sift through his partner’s nose.
No, no. I should’ve mentioned something beforehand. You were perfect, dear and I’m elated that you allowed me to indulge myself in something I’ve wanted to do for some time now.
Oh? Don’t tell me you’ve been thinking of little ol’ me on days other than Fridays.
Perhaps I have.
Phoenix’ grin deepened at the admission and a fluttering feeling coiled tightly in his chest.
I dunno. I might need proof of that, John.
There was a pause and for a quick moment, Phoenix wondered if he took it too far, but then another message came through.
That can be arranged.
He stared for a moment, wide eyed and slack jawed. The burning of his cheeks spread down to his neck and he couldn’t hear anything over the sound of his heart thumping in his ear.
Really? I was joking but if you want to, I’m all for it! It’s kinda exciting to know someone’s into me for more than my dashing looks.
Another chuckle and the gloved finger squeezed around his.
Likewise, though I must ask. Is it the same for you?
Honestly, it took a while but yeah, this man was slowly invading Phoenix’s thoughts when he had some time to “care” for himself, at least when he was looking for a quick release based only on physicality. Emotionally, however, his heart was still seized by another man. John didn’t need to know. It didn’t feel fair, not for a man who was so shy and nervous when they first agreed to this whole business.
You have no idea. You’re too good to me. I can send you proof too, if you want ;)
He was playing a dangerous game, but something about this man… he didn’t know what, but he felt like he would never abuse any risque photos.
That would be delightful.
They chatted for a little while longer, sharing pleasantries about the more mundane details of their lives, such as Phoenix complaining that his favorite brand of cereal was no longer in stock in most places, which his partner countered with a similar enough story of his own. Eventually, a yawn tore through Phoenix’s mouth and pulled at his eyelids like a weight. He wished John goodbye, explaining that the chair in the corner was looking more and more inciting to curl up and snooze on. This earned a soft, heart fluttering chuckle and an agreement, though before they parted ways, John squeezed Phoenix’s fingers for a little longer than normal, this thumb brushing over knuckles.
Phoenix waited on the provided chair until his partner confirmed he had gotten into his car and left. Smiling to himself, Phoenix told him to sleep well before slipping on his black beanie, looping his cotton mask around his ears and walking out with a bit of a limp to his step.
When morning came, the activities of the previous night hit him like a truck. He couldn’t move from bed for a good hour without pain shooting up into his lower back just to scurry back down and settle in the pads of his toes. Thirty-four shouldn't have been too old for that kind of stuff, but apparently his body disagreed.
Groaning, he reached over to his phone and lifted it off of the charging pad, courtesy of a certain M. Edgeworth as congratulations for managing to part ways with his old Nokia. A message originating from the hook-up app glared up at him when he squinted at the screen, still not entirely sure how to adjust the brightness to not blind him first thing in the morning.
I hope you arrived home safely. Thank you again for tonight, you were absolutely exquisite.
Ugh… Phoenix hated it. Hated how one little line of text dissolved his bones into jelly. He all but melted into his pillow, clutching his phone tight to his chest with a grin splitting his lips in twain. This man was precious and knew his way around words, preferring to be as direct as possible to avoid incidents he had in the past, a trait apparently incredibly attractive to Phoenix.
If only he had a voice…
Maybe he’d agree to a call?
No… I don’t want to ruin this.
With a sigh and that annoying little tingle of disappointment wiggling in the back of his mind, Phoenix forced himself to accrue the energy to peel himself out of the bed despite the knife in his back and the aches in his rear. He typed out a quick response, making sure to embellish a little to embarrass the heck out of the man, something that would always prove to be fruitful later when his message would be adorably incoherent. The phone went dark when he tossed it back on his blankets.
Toes curled into the carpet as Phoenix rolled his shoulders then stretched his arms high above his head, feeling pops little the length of his spine before he eased onto the ground. One by one, he went through the list of stretches John had sent him for back pain weeks ago, the list almost identical to the one Miles had printed out for him nearly a year prior. It was a funny little coincidence, but both men apparently knew their stuff; the stretches worked like a dream and by the time Phoenix had worked up a sweat, his back was thanking him for actually paying attention to it for once.
A light buzz filled the air when Phoenix finished his final round, a chirping little thing that he had managed to save to one specific contact. An annoying one at that. “What do you want, Larry…” he groaned under his breath, his knees popping as he pushed himself up onto the edge of the bed and of course, a message was waiting for him.
Larry Butz, 11:08am
Yo, Nick!!! Edgey agreed to get some drinks w me. Can you believe that!?? Were meeting up today at 5. Wanna come???
P.S Tell Trucy I said hi!!!!
Phoenix stared down at the text, half torn between grimacing at the energy pouring through his screen so early on a Saturday morning and grinning warmly that Miles had finally gotten used to the idea of actually hanging out with people that liked him, even if that person happened to be Larry of all the choices.
11:09 am
Special occasion?
Larry Butz, 11:09am
Yeup! It’s a surprise :)))
Oh no, Larry calling something a surprise never went well. Now, Phoenix had more of a reason to join, if only to give Miles a reason to leave before Larry could become too much to deal with.
11:09am
Alright, yeah, I’ll bite.
Larry Butz, 11:10am
Sweet! Here’s the place. See you then bud!!!
An address flickered onto the screen soon afterward. A simple bar, by the looks of it, one that Phoenix at least knew by name from the many times he passed it on the way to the office, not too dirty and upscale enough that Miles wouldn’t feel forced to bathe as soon as he stepped off the premises. Phoenix chuckled. No, Miles would still want to burn off any remnants of the surely sticky table. He was just fussy like that.
Now with actual plans for the day, lazing around in his underwear wouldn’t do anymore. He shucked them off, ignoring the pain still radiating in his hips in favor of being thankful Trucy was visiting Jinxie for the entire day, and limped his way towards the bathroom to wash off the smell of late night sex and John’s preferred lube.