BlackHeart Biohazards

It’s Called Flirtation (979 words) by thesavagesabretooth

Relationships: Apollo Justice/Simon Blackquill
Additional Tags: Fluff, Flirting, Workplace Relationship, Prosecutor Apollo Justice, POV Apollo Justice

Summary: Simon catches Apollo looking him over, and he takes it as an cue to extend a shameless invitation.

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“Fancy a shag, would you, Justice-dono?”

Apollo froze in place, staring at Simon and feeling himself go scarlet. “E-excuse me?”

Simon Blackquill leaned toward him with a nasty grin on his face. “My apologies, allow me to be clearer. I’m asking if you’d like to have sex.”

This time Apollo could only make a choked noise, and Simon laughed, slapping the table of the prosecutorial break room where they were both standing.

“Justice-dono, if you want to avoid unwanted solicitations, you ought to avoid looking gentlemen over like they are pieces of meat as well. You’ve got a bit of a reputation for it, and I concur. Not very subtle.”

Apollo pressed his hands to his face, and looked away. “I can’t– that’s not–”

It’s not like he’d been exactly trying to check Simon out. It was just the strange, birdlike and aggressive way that Simon moved. His lanky, storklike figure, and the stormy expressions that passed over his face at every thought. How could Apollo not look at him?

Simon clapped him on the back, pulling him up to his shoulder. “Not that I’m not flattered, Justice-dono, but I’ve gathered that most of the gentlemen here like to keep their predilection for other men close to the vest, due to concerns of social standing.”

Apollo made another dumb noise as Simon’s arm draped over him and he gaped up at him in astonishment, feeling like he had to look quite high up indeed to meet Simon’s gaze.

“Well, then how can you be so open about it!” he demanded. “This is practically workplace harassment, you know.”

“It’s called flirting, Justice-dono. Hardly the worst crime I’ve ever been accused of,” he sneered. “And to answer your question, it’s simply that I am a humble man, and I have no shame.”

“I’ll say!” Apollo felt his heart hammering in his chest.

Simon chuckled and glanced down at him with a smirk like the curve of a knife written on his lips. “So, were you going to answer my question? Or should I take your consternation for a ‘no’?”

He once again found himself at a loss for words, and ended up muttering toward the ground. “I usually like to take it a little slower than that.”

“What was that, Justice-dono, I’m afraid I couldn’t hear you." 

Simon’s snickering tone pinged something in Apollo’s brain, and he balled his fists, staring directly up at him. With chords of steel, he repeated. "I said I usually like to take it a little slower than that!!”

He flushed even hotter when it was out of his mouth, and while Simon was laughing, he looked around to see if there was any commotion he might have caused or anyone who might have heard. Thankfully at least they seemed to be well and truly alone.

“My my, a trifle shy are we?” Simon purred. “Not a luxury one has in the clink, but now that I’m a free man I might see my way to indulging your hesitation.”

Apollo shivered and every hair on his body stood on end at the touch of Simon’s fingers as they crawled up the back of his neck, and the way he leaned in toward him as he spoke.

Apollo had no idea what he was doing. He hadn’t expected Simon to start doing this just because he’d looked at him. He didn’t know how he was supposed to respond.

He didn’t exactly want to say no.

“That’s… polite of you,” he forced out.

“Even a ruffian former convict like myself can manage a few niceties– if it’s for the sake of a good time.”

A good time. Blackquill had accused him of looking at him like a piece of meat, but that’s exactly how Apollo felt now as Simon pinned him with his dark gaze, and his arm around his shoulders.

“… Good.”

“Do you prefer polite, Justice-dono?”

What a question!!

“It… depends on the context,” he said, puffing his chest out a little.

This seemed to amuse Simon, and he laughed again.

“Well! Let’s try impolite then, shall we?”

Before Apollo could respond, Simon pulled him so that they were chest to chest– or more like chest to midsection with Simon’s height. He reached down with a hand like a snake striking and pulled Apollo’s chin up as he leaned down. He gasped as Simon kissed him, and it was almost as if the breath had been drawn out of him suddenly.

He swooned against Simon’s chest as the fierce prosecutor kissed him soundly with greedy lips and a driving tongue. Apollo was sure he made a noise as Simon’s tongue invaded his mouth, and he he dizzily returned the kiss, pressing his own tongue into Simon’s mouth in return.

Flushed and breathless as Simon’s lips left his, Apollo immediately looked around to make sure that no one had seen him making out in the breakroom.

“Don’t fret, Justice-dono, no one’s seen your little indiscretion,” Simon tutted. He stroked his fingers over Apollo’s jaw and up over the traces of his sideburns and his hairline.

Apollo looked back at him, embarrassed doubly. “You really do have no shame.”

“It’s one of my charms, I’m told. Well, impolite seems to have suited you, so I’ll keep that in mind. Slowly of course.”

“If you call that slow,” Apollo grumbled. Still, he found himself leaning into Simon’s touch.

“Slow for me. How about you come over to my place for dinner tomorrow night, Justice-dono?”

That did not sound slow at all. 

That sounded almost exactly like ‘fancy a shag’.

But… Apollo couldn’t deny he’d been looking at Simon. And it was a good kiss.

“Yeah, alright,” Apollo said, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. He jabbed a finger into Simon’s chest. “But I do expect to actually have dinner at some point, got it?”

“Of course. At some point.”