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It was a cloudy night, the stars were hidden and the moon was barely visible through the thick blockade of fog. Out of a bar stumbled two young men, one wearing an unusual white ruffled cravat, the other in a cobalt-colored suit. “Go, run!” the man in blue shouted to the other, making a swift glance behind him before dragging Red down the street, pulling him into a side alley.
“Wright, what the hell are you doing? Unhand me immediately!” The man in red hissed, attempting to release his hand from Wright’s tight grip. His words were just slightly slurred, clearly revealing that he had been drinking just a bit too much that night.
Wright glared at him. “Oh please, I’m just trying to prevent you from getting beaten to a pulp,” he mumbled, “now shut up before they hear us!”
They were both silent, only the thumping of their heartbeats was to be heard in the restrained hush of twilight. Wright opened his mouth to declare the others gone, but was stopped by shouting in the distance. “Damn you, Edgeworth!” the voice snarled before angry footsteps sounded into the remoteness.
Wright let out a breath, “.. I think we’re all right.” he whispered, looking to his right only to find Edgeworth already wobbling away and into the streets. “Hey!” Wright shouted at him, making his friend turn around. “What? They’ve gone,” he said sluggishly.
Wright rolled his eyes and walked after Edgeworth, grabbing him by his forearm. “Yes, they left, but do you see yourself?” he scolded him, “You can barely walk in a straight line!”
Edgeworth struggled against his grasp, “I don’t care. I want to go home, let me go!” he shouted into Wright’s face.
Wright cringed as Edgeworth’s outburst echoed throughout the avenue. I really wish the bartender would’ve filled his glass up with tea instead of alcohol.. he thought. “Okay, you want to go home? I’ll take you home,” he said calmly, trying his best to catch Edgeworth’s intoxicated stare. I feel like I’m talking to a nine-year-old!
Edgeworth scoffed, “.. Fine.” he spoke, allowing his arm to go limp in Wright’s hand. He said something else under his breath, but it was too quiet to make out.
Finally, we’re getting somewhere.. Wright thought, bringing his head up to look around for his bike. Where did I park that again…? He thought to himself as he scanned the area until somehow he eventually saw his black bike shining far off in the distance, chained up by a nearby convenience store. Ah, there it is. Alright, we should be home in no time.
Wright peeked over at the tired Edgeworth whose arm was resting on his shoulder, he had a faraway look in his eyes, as if he was completely zoned out and unaware of their surroundings. He rolled his eyes and began trekking towards his bicycle, helping Edgeworth walk along without stumbling too much. .. Sheesh, Wright thought, he really let himself go tonight. That’s not like him at all... And look where he ended up. It really was strange, Edgeworth was usually the type of person who turned up his nose at even just a sugary beverage, let alone alcohol. Wright couldn’t count how many times he’d gone out to eat with his friends and Edgeworth would’ve just ordered some water to drink, while everyone else sodas. Something was up but he knew better than anyone that Edgeworth wasn’t about to spill his troubles onto another human being, especially not Phoenix Wright.
Their relationship with each other wasn’t going too smooth, of course, they were friends. They hung out every now and then, usually with others, though. Not just the both of them alone like tonight, they both agree that it gets too awkward. Tonight was an exception, though, because today was the sixteen-year anniversary of DL-6. Phoenix thought it’d be a nice gesture to invite Edgeworth out for a drink or two, just to talk for a bit and relax. But, well, you can see how that turned out. Edgeworth becoming drunk out of his mind and, in the end, hitting a local gangbanger on the head with a beer bottle. He didn't see it coming, but strangely enough, he wasn't too surprised.
After a minute or two of awkward silence with Edgeworth's arm wrapped around Wright's shoulders, they arrived at Phoenix's worn, old bike. After years of him having only this bicycle as his form of transportation (embarrassing enough, he never received his driver’s license.. or a permit.) It's taken quite a few beatings, but it still stands strong. Phoenix turned to Edgeworth and- a bit unwillingly- removed his grasp on him. "Here, It's a bit unconventional but It's all I have."
Edgeworth stood himself straight, wiping off the chest of his suit of any dirt, and turned his gaze to the rusted bike in front of him. He stood there for a while, then he furrowed his brow. "Is this a joke?" He asked coldly.
Phoenix embarrassingly scratched the back of his neck and shoved his hands in his pocket. "Well, what do you expect me to do?" He asked, rolling his eyes. "Do you want to walk all the way home or something? We can both fit on it." Phoenix's bike had quite a big seat. He pretty much only bought it for comfort, but it was also quite convenient for situations such as these, where he had to take another person to a destination. Despite that, Edgeworth barely budged.
“It's just… this is all you have?" He asked, twiddling his ruffles between his thumb and index finger... Wright crossed his arms and began tapping his foot. “Well, yeah..” He was beginning to lose his patience."It's not like I have a license like you." He walked up to the bike and lifted a leg over it, setting himself onto the seat.
He turned back to Edgeworth and nodded his head towards the remaining space on the cushion. "Please, just get on. I really want to get home, and I'm assuming you do too, right?"
Edgeworth let out a groan, but at last, he complied. He stepped up to the bicycle and sat just behind Wright, so close that his chest was pressed up against the other man’s back. He wouldn’t call it an “uncomfortable” position, per se... Just awkward.
Wright let out a relieved sigh, “Are you ready?” he asked Edgeworth, getting his foot ready on the pedal. Edgeworth just simply said a quiet “Mm-hmm.” as an answer, and they were on their way down the road to the Prosecutor’s office.
While they were riding, Edgeworth lost himself for a moment. They were so close to each other, not even inches apart. Contrary to what the stubborn prosecutor thought before, it was a strange yet.. almost pleasant sensation being this close to Wright- his lifelong rival, and the same man who he'd spent countless nights thinking about. Whether it be for work reasons or more personal fantasies, it'd just occurred in Edgeworth's mind- to his horror- that he liked this. No, like was an understatement, he loved this. His heart began to thump harder, as he realized the closed space between the two. The quick motion of the bike rocking the two men back and forth, and Edgeworth's arms comfortably resting on the other's shoulders… It became too much. His already intoxicated mind was taking his desires too far, and as if it was on cue, he felt a much stranger feeling. A terrifying look melted across his face as he could feel his body beginning to betray him- he was beginning to grow an erection.
Edgeworth gasped and removed his hands from Wright's shoulders as he felt his pants slowly tighten. He broke into a panic- what if he felt it? His groin was placed right up against the man's lower back. This couldn't be happening!
In a desperate tone, Edgeworth shouted "W-Wright, stop! I.. I feel sick." It was true, he did feel sick, but not in the way he was implying. His mind spun as Wright quickly squeezed his hand down on the break and his foot met with the gravelly dirt road. He sighed, "I'm sorry, I was going too fast. I should've been more careful."
Edgeworth shook his head as he quickly hopped off the bike, his palm hovering over his mouth. "I'll be right back," he mumbled, and hastily shuffled to the alleyway of a nearby drugstore, out of Wright's vision. He caught his breath and leaned his head back on the brick wall he was pressed up against, his eyes shut tight. Calm yourself, he attempted to console himself. He opened his eyes and looked down at his trousers with shame- his excitement would be obvious to anyone with decent vision. It.. doesn't mean anything. This is normal, this happens to everyone. He continued to tell himself that his erection wasn't related to Wright in any way, shape, or form. That it was just an unlucky time and situation that he was in when his body decided to take control... but despite his efforts, there was still a small seed of doubt planted in his mind. Whatever the circumstances, he had to take care of this- make sure no one knew about his shameful turn-on. He knew It wouldn't take long- maybe a minute and a half. So, to be safe, Edgeworth stood up straight, looked around, and after spotting a nearby dumpster he hid beside it- where he knew no one would find him- and after another quick scan of the area to make sure he was truly alone, he reached down and unzipped the fly of his pants.
This definitely wasn’t the preferred place to be doing this kind of thing, but he didn’t have many other choices, so he gingerly slipped his hands back down his breeches and quickly pulled down his boxers, releasing his hard member from its restraints. Edgeworth sighed and rested his hand on his tip, flinching at first from the sensitivity (he didn't masturbate very often, maybe once every other week.) he had to be quick with this, or else Wright would come to check on him for sure. He took a breath and wrapped his warm hand around his dick, stifling any noise that he might accidentally let escape from his mouth. He began to slowly stroke himself back and forth, his heart rate increasing with every pump. He started moving faster, his eyes shut to enjoy this moment in his own world. And as his mind wandered, his imagination carried him farther than he wanted to go. He began to picture Wright's hand instead of his own gripping his cock. He gasped as he continued pleasuring himself, his mouth gaping as he pictured Wright standing in front of him, his smooth palms quickly rubbing him up and down, his brown eyes staring into his own with nothing but love and lust. Edgeworth could barely contain himself as he stopped holding his moans back, "P-Phoenix…" he murmured to himself. "Go… Go faster…" he visualized to himself, Wright’s soft lips as the two men’s mouths grazed upon each other, the feel of his body on top of his own… his body tingled as he drowned in his thoughts, and he gritted his teeth as he began to feel himself reaching his climax.
"Harder, Phoenix…!" He moaned to himself. He was overflowing with euphoria that he couldn't control, he arched his back and- unable to stop himself- shouted "P-Phoenix!..." before he released a load of hot cum that squirted onto the pavement, dripping from his now flaccid member. He took a moment to breathe once more, his heart beating so quickly he was almost positive he was about to faint. He began to clean himself up with a handkerchief he kept in his suit pocket in case of accidents, but he was completely clueless to the man dressed in blue that was walking around the corner.
I swear I heard him call my name, Phoenix thought to himself, very slowly making his way around the drugstore where Edgeworth disappeared behind. It'd been a while, maybe three or four minutes, and he was beginning to grow impatient. Plus, he kind of sounded like he was in pain when he cried out, which is definitely something to be concerned about. "... Edgeworth?" Phoenix called out into the alleyway. In response, he heard scuffling and a quiet "Dammit!" Behind the blue dumpsters. "Are you alright?"
Out from behind the garbage bin appeared a groggy-looking Edgeworth, seeming to be in a worse condition than before he left. "Woah," Phoenix said, putting his hands up. "Are you.. okay?"
Edgeworth nodded and wiped off his suit like he usually did when he was anxious. "Er, yes. I'm fine." He said, clearing his throat. "Just get me home, please."