you could be in love with anyone
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Fandom: Apollo Justice: Ace Attorney
Pairings: Klavier Gavin/Apollo Justice, briefly mentioned past Klavier Gavin/Daryan Crescend
“There’s nothing old about home improvement.” He doesn’t quite believe himself. He certainly wouldn’t have prioritized these purchases at nineteen.
“There is when you dragged me out to do fun shopping, and all you’ve found interesting was the bath section.”
“I need a new toothbrush holder since someone is taking ours to space.”
“I told you, that isn’t going to space with me. It wouldn’t help in zero gravity. It’s just going to the Space Center while I’m boarding there.” Clay watches Apollo inspect another toothbrush holder. Fifteen bucks? He can just keep his toothbrush in a plastic cup, thank you. Clay smirks. “You can call it every night, if you want.”
“Oh, fuck off.” Apollo snorts a little.
They wander outside the isle, Apollo glancing at the kitchen section with interest before Clay grabs his hoodie. “You’ve been procrastinating long enough. You invited me here to help you pick out a gift for your boyfriend, not so I could watch you compare and contrast rice cookers for the next 10 minutes.”
“He’s- He’s not my boyfriend.”
And that’s just the issue isn’t it. It’s February third, and Apollo is still technically single despite all his efforts with Klavier.
Defense Attorney Justice and Prosecutor Gavin haven’t had a case together since October, and that hadn’t been a particularly pleasant time for either of them. Apollo had grown fond of Klavier though, and sought him out a few times to hand out. And Klavier had seemed willing to form a tentative friendship with him too.
So they’d been hanging out, bringing each other coffee at work or getting lunch together once or twice a week. Sometimes Trucy tagged along, but more often than not, it was just the two of them.
And eventually lunches morphed into making more plans after work, and watching movies together at Klavier’s apartment became the norm for Apollo’s friday nights. Trucy never tagged along for those.
The thing is: Apollo Justice is not oblivious. Trucy seems to think he is, if her teasing is any indication, but noticing things and acknowledging them are very different. Apollo can tell when someone likes him, he just has the decency not to embarrass someone when he’s not quite sure what to do about those feelings.
So Apollo politely ignored Klavier’s lingering glances until he unpacked his own emotions and decided he does actually quite like them. A lot. So much so that he might just go crazy if he can’t figure out how to get Klavier to stop just looking and actually kiss him already.
But any potential relationship is a two-way street. Apollo may really like the idea of Klavier pinning him down and kissing him out of the blue, but Klavier is polite and reserved to a fault, and despite his bold persona, Apollo can tell he won’t make a move unless he’s certain it’ll be taken well. So Apollo can either make his feelings clear until Klavier is comfortable enough to make the first move, or he can make that move himself. Regardless, the ball is in his court.
Which is exactly why he dragged Clay along to help him buy a Valentine’s Day gift, before feeling like too much of a chicken to actually enter the seasonal displays. He’s bought a lot of platonic valentines in his life, for classmates and friends and colleagues alike, but what do you buy to show romantic intent?
Eventually, Clay manages to persuade him into the isles upon isles of red and pink and hearts. Chocolates and Flowers seem like the obvious choice, but Apollo’s learned Klavier prefers savory to sweet, and he’s not sure what kind of flowers are safe to have around Vongole, and everything else seems so confusing.
“You mentioned he has a dog,” Clay holds up a trio of cheap plush dogs dressed like cupids. “What about something like this?”
“He does, but I think he’s more of a cat person.” Or maybe a bunny person, based on past conversations. But if Apollo thinks too much about Klavier’s feelings about rabbits, it’ll circle back to every affectionate “Häschen” that Apollo can’t think about right now or he’ll turn as red as the candy roses in front of him.
At the end of the trip, Apollo walks home with a brand new humidifier, alongside a nice pair of delicate silver hoop earrings.
The next day, Apollo has very little business being at the courthouse, but Trucy insists he has to track down Klavier and invite him to lunch. (“It’s Mr. Eldoon’s First-Thursday-Of-The-Month promotion, Polly!”)
So that’s how Apollo ends up outside the prosecution’s lobby, inviting Klavier to lunch as soon as trial ends.
At lunch, Eldoon’s sale ends up being a bigger let down than 20% off Gavinners’ tickets, which Klavier has apologized for numerous times. But Trucy is bouncing with excitement, so Apollo sucks it up and orders his cardiac arrest in a bowl.
It doesn’t take too long for conversation to shift from Klavier’s recent trial to that of Valentine’s Day.
“Do you have any Valentine’s plans Mr. Gavin?” Trucy asks, eyes sparkling with curiosity and mischief.
“Ah, nein. I’m afraid not.” Klavier flicks his bangs from his eyes, a bit unsure of himself. “I’ve been out of the dating game for quite awhile now.” Apollo has a feeling that's been about seven months, if his intuition regarding a certain former detective/guitarist proves correct.
Trucy nods thoughtfully. “What about you, Polly? Any big plans?”
Apollo scoffs lightheartedly. “You know I don’t.”
Trucy nods again, satisfied with herself. “Yeah,” She smirks. “I don’t know who’d ever ask you out.” Apollo jabs her with his elbow.
“And what about you, Fräulein?” Klavier perks up. “Do schools still throw parties for such an occasion?”
“Maybe in elementary schools.” Trucy pauses. “My school usually sells suckers and cards and flowers, but not this time.”
Apollo frowns. “Why not?”
She tilts her hair. “Because it’s on a Sunday this year. There’s no point delivering gifts to students that aren’t in class.”
“Oh.” Apollo had thought for certain it’d be on a day he had work, and he wouldn’t have to worry about making plans for the actual 14th.
“Do you not have holidays planned in that journal of yours?” Klavier teases. He’d teased Apollo nonstop since finding out about Apollo’s journaling. As if he didn’t carry the most detailed planner Apollo had ever seen. Who really needed their day planned by the hour?
As if on cue, a timer starts to ring from Klavier’s phone. “It’s been wunderbar to catch up, but duty calls.” He returns his bowl to the noodle stand. “Herr Forehead, I’m afraid I will not be able to host our movie night tomorrow. Are you still available for the twelfth?”
Apollo blinks, ”Uh, yeah, I think so! I’ll text you if anything comes up?”
“Perfekt! Auf Wiedersehen, Forehead, Fräulein.”
Once Klavier rounds the corner out of People Park, Trucy smiles devilishly. “Did you hear that Polly? You’ve got a chance!”
The next week is uneventful, until, on the Friday before Valentine’s day, Apollo arrives at Klavier’s apartment after a quick trip home to get out of his work clothes. The earrings for Klavier are tucked into his wallet, and he’s silently lamenting his inability to bring something bigger when Klavier answers the door.
“Herr Forehead, Hallo!” His hair is out of its usual spiral, instead loosely braided straight down his back, and he’s got glasses perched on his nose. He’s got a misprinted Gavinners t-shirt on, not unlike the one he’d given Apollo a while back. He steps to the side, “Come in, come in!”
“What’s with the glasses?” Apollo says in lieu of a greeting. He takes a seat on Klavier’s far-too-expensive couch.
“Ach, my contacts were irritating my eyes all day, it was unbearable.” Klavier pouts, sitting next to him. “I don’t know what I’ve ever done to deserve such torment.”
“You poor thing,” Apollo turns to give him a sarcastic pat on the head. His hair is soft though, leaving Apollo to absentmindedly pet at it for a moment after getting distracted by the vase on the end table. “What’s with the roses? You have an admirer that couldn’t wait ‘til Sunday?” He hopes his tone can cover up that he, in fact, is an admirer that can’t wait until Sunday.
Klavier laughs. “Nothing of the sort. I recently prosecuted a robbery at a floral boutique and the owner has been shipping these to the office ever since. But they’re quite pretty, no?”
“Yeah, they’re nice.” If Apollo was better with words, he’d be able to come up with a good segue right about now. Surely flowers, to admirers, to lack of admirers, has an obvious transition to Apollo’s own feelings. Instead, he turns to the TV. “Did you have a movie in mind for tonight?”
“Are you in the mood for a classic thriller?” Klavier smiles.
“Let me guess, Hitchcock?”
“You know me too well!”
Apollo decides to hold back a retort about how half the movies they end up watching are old Hitchcock thrillers. Half the reason he enjoys their movie nights so much is because no one else is willing to watch them with him.
Klavier pops a bowl of popcorn and dims the lights. The prosecutor is, no exaggeration, the perfect movie watching partner for Apollo. Their tastes seem to line up nearly exactly, (Klavier isn’t as fond of horror,) and Klavier always seems to know exactly when a movie is worth talking through as opposed to staying silent.
The movie is good, great even. Apollo’s pretty sad to see it end, and by the way Klavier hasn't turned off the end credits, Apollo can tell he feels the same.
Eventually though, Klavier closes out of the movie and checks the time. Only half-past eight. “It’s still rather early. We, ah, could watch another movie if you’re interested?” He twirls a stray hair from his bangs.
Klavier’s uncertainty is cute. “If you’d like me to stay the night, you could just ask, you know?”
The Prosecutor just stares at him for a moment, opening and closing his mouth. “Oh. Would you like to stay the night?” He pulls his glasses down and squeezes the bridge of his nose for a moment. “And watch another movie with me?”
Apollo smiles. “I’d love to. But I get to pick the next one.”
Apollo had done his research into the various movies he’d seen Klavier express interest in, and settled on another old film with a romantic subplot he knew Klavier would enjoy. Klavier prepares some ice cream in the kitchen while Apollo looks up what streaming site to use, before ending up on a less-than-legal one.
Twenty minutes into the movie, Apollo is out of ice cream and starting to regret his choice of movie. The film’s leads have impressive chemistry; and Apollo’s plan to use that to his advantage with Klavier isn’t going so well. He just feels jealous. Which is pretty embarrassing.
Eventually, he can’t take it anymore and excuses himself to the bathroom. He runs his hands under the ice cold faucet and presses them to his face.
He’s noticed it. Klavier’s glances at him aren’t uncommon, but they feel like fire when the reason Klavier is looking is the romantic tension between characters on screen. Apollo has to say something, really. But what do you even say in this situation? He’s only capable of being smooth once in a blue moon.
When he returns to the couch, Klavier has cleaned up their ice cream and popcorn bowls and is seated in the center of the couch. Apollo sits slightly closer than he had been previously. Klavier tenses slightly before returning to normal.
An hour into the movie, it’s starting to get unbearable again. Klavier’s glances start lasting a little longer, and Apollo isn’t even sure he’s following the plot anymore. A few startling scenes have Klavier’s thigh pressed right to Apollo’s too. Like he’s trying to distract him.
“If you want to kiss me, all you have to do is ask, you know.” Apollo turns to meet Klavier’s eyes, which have been trained on Apollo for the past five minutes.
Klavier jumps a little at Apollo breaking the silence between them, before his eyes widen at the realization of what he just heard. “I- Ach. I…”
Apollo isn’t so good at being smooth, so he decides to stick with being blunt. “I’d say yes if you did.”
Klavier’s shock spans just long enough for Apollo to start doubting himself. He may be able to read people well usually, but what if this, what if Klavier , is an exception.
And then, “Can I kiss you?”
Apollo nods, and Klavier leans in. And it’s everything Apollo could’ve hoped for.
Apollo wakes up the next day in Klavier’s bed with an ache in his lower back, and blonde hair tangled by the nape of his neck. It takes him a moment to remember why he never got home last night, and Clay’s never going to let him live it down.
It takes a couple attempts to wiggle out from Klavier’s arms, but he makes it to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Klavier had offered him a spare toothbrush and pajamas last night, so it’s only as he’s picking up his own clothes that he remembers the earrings in his wallet. When is the best time to give them to Klavier? Will he even appreciate a new pair of something he already has?
Apollo slips on his jeans before rustling alerts him to Klavier sitting up in bed.
“Leaving so soon?” He pouts.
Apollo takes a seat on the bed. “Not yet, I just didn’t want to walk around your place in my underwear any longer.”
“A shame, really.” Klavier grins lazily. Apollo lightly whacks his bicep.
“I… Um,” Apollo pulls his wallet from his back pocket. “I got you something, uh, for Valentine’s day, if you’re interested.”
“I’m interested in anything you have to offer, Häschen. ”
Apollo flushes red. “I know it’s not until tomorrow but, uh, I thought you’d like these.” He reaches into the cash pocket of his wallet, retrieving the earrings.
Klavier takes them, admiring the hoops before reaching up to take out his current studs. “They’re beautiful, Apollo. Thank you.” He puts on the new earrings. They’re quite a bit smaller and thinner than his usual earrings, but suit his usual look well. He’d toned down his look quite a bit since the Gavinners disbanded. “How do I look?”
Apollo pauses for a moment to take it all in. The new earrings seem to match the sparkle in his eyes, excitement evident in his smile. It’d been pretty dark last night; Apollo hadn’t had much time to just look at Klavier, shirtless and vulnerable and gorgeous.
“You look,” Apollo pauses to find the right word. Nothing seems to convey quite what he feels in this moment. “Beautiful.”
Klavier beams, reaching forward to pull Apollo into a kiss. “Would you stay over tonight too?”
“Gladly.”
Fandom: Apollo Justice: Ace Attorney
Pairings: Klavier Gavin/Apollo Justice, briefly mentioned past Klavier Gavin/Daryan Crescend
Warnings: Implied sexual content
Word Count: 2542
Notes: Set between aa4 and aa5
“You’ve been procrastinating long enough. You invited me here to help you pick out a gift for your boyfriend, not so I could watch you compare and contrast rice cookers for the next 10 minutes.”
“He’s- He’s not my boyfriend.”
And that’s just the issue isn’t it. It’s February third, and Apollo is still technically single despite all his efforts with Klavier.
“There’s nothing old about home improvement.” He doesn’t quite believe himself. He certainly wouldn’t have prioritized these purchases at nineteen.
“There is when you dragged me out to do fun shopping, and all you’ve found interesting was the bath section.”
“I need a new toothbrush holder since someone is taking ours to space.”
“I told you, that isn’t going to space with me. It wouldn’t help in zero gravity. It’s just going to the Space Center while I’m boarding there.” Clay watches Apollo inspect another toothbrush holder. Fifteen bucks? He can just keep his toothbrush in a plastic cup, thank you. Clay smirks. “You can call it every night, if you want.”
“Oh, fuck off.” Apollo snorts a little.
They wander outside the isle, Apollo glancing at the kitchen section with interest before Clay grabs his hoodie. “You’ve been procrastinating long enough. You invited me here to help you pick out a gift for your boyfriend, not so I could watch you compare and contrast rice cookers for the next 10 minutes.”
“He’s- He’s not my boyfriend.”
And that’s just the issue isn’t it. It’s February third, and Apollo is still technically single despite all his efforts with Klavier.
Defense Attorney Justice and Prosecutor Gavin haven’t had a case together since October, and that hadn’t been a particularly pleasant time for either of them. Apollo had grown fond of Klavier though, and sought him out a few times to hand out. And Klavier had seemed willing to form a tentative friendship with him too.
So they’d been hanging out, bringing each other coffee at work or getting lunch together once or twice a week. Sometimes Trucy tagged along, but more often than not, it was just the two of them.
And eventually lunches morphed into making more plans after work, and watching movies together at Klavier’s apartment became the norm for Apollo’s friday nights. Trucy never tagged along for those.
The thing is: Apollo Justice is not oblivious. Trucy seems to think he is, if her teasing is any indication, but noticing things and acknowledging them are very different. Apollo can tell when someone likes him, he just has the decency not to embarrass someone when he’s not quite sure what to do about those feelings.
So Apollo politely ignored Klavier’s lingering glances until he unpacked his own emotions and decided he does actually quite like them. A lot. So much so that he might just go crazy if he can’t figure out how to get Klavier to stop just looking and actually kiss him already.
But any potential relationship is a two-way street. Apollo may really like the idea of Klavier pinning him down and kissing him out of the blue, but Klavier is polite and reserved to a fault, and despite his bold persona, Apollo can tell he won’t make a move unless he’s certain it’ll be taken well. So Apollo can either make his feelings clear until Klavier is comfortable enough to make the first move, or he can make that move himself. Regardless, the ball is in his court.
Which is exactly why he dragged Clay along to help him buy a Valentine’s Day gift, before feeling like too much of a chicken to actually enter the seasonal displays. He’s bought a lot of platonic valentines in his life, for classmates and friends and colleagues alike, but what do you buy to show romantic intent?
Eventually, Clay manages to persuade him into the isles upon isles of red and pink and hearts. Chocolates and Flowers seem like the obvious choice, but Apollo’s learned Klavier prefers savory to sweet, and he’s not sure what kind of flowers are safe to have around Vongole, and everything else seems so confusing.
“You mentioned he has a dog,” Clay holds up a trio of cheap plush dogs dressed like cupids. “What about something like this?”
“He does, but I think he’s more of a cat person.” Or maybe a bunny person, based on past conversations. But if Apollo thinks too much about Klavier’s feelings about rabbits, it’ll circle back to every affectionate “Häschen” that Apollo can’t think about right now or he’ll turn as red as the candy roses in front of him.
At the end of the trip, Apollo walks home with a brand new humidifier, alongside a nice pair of delicate silver hoop earrings.
The next day, Apollo has very little business being at the courthouse, but Trucy insists he has to track down Klavier and invite him to lunch. (“It’s Mr. Eldoon’s First-Thursday-Of-The-Month promotion, Polly!”)
So that’s how Apollo ends up outside the prosecution’s lobby, inviting Klavier to lunch as soon as trial ends.
At lunch, Eldoon’s sale ends up being a bigger let down than 20% off Gavinners’ tickets, which Klavier has apologized for numerous times. But Trucy is bouncing with excitement, so Apollo sucks it up and orders his cardiac arrest in a bowl.
It doesn’t take too long for conversation to shift from Klavier’s recent trial to that of Valentine’s Day.
“Do you have any Valentine’s plans Mr. Gavin?” Trucy asks, eyes sparkling with curiosity and mischief.
“Ah, nein. I’m afraid not.” Klavier flicks his bangs from his eyes, a bit unsure of himself. “I’ve been out of the dating game for quite awhile now.” Apollo has a feeling that's been about seven months, if his intuition regarding a certain former detective/guitarist proves correct.
Trucy nods thoughtfully. “What about you, Polly? Any big plans?”
Apollo scoffs lightheartedly. “You know I don’t.”
Trucy nods again, satisfied with herself. “Yeah,” She smirks. “I don’t know who’d ever ask you out.” Apollo jabs her with his elbow.
“And what about you, Fräulein?” Klavier perks up. “Do schools still throw parties for such an occasion?”
“Maybe in elementary schools.” Trucy pauses. “My school usually sells suckers and cards and flowers, but not this time.”
Apollo frowns. “Why not?”
She tilts her hair. “Because it’s on a Sunday this year. There’s no point delivering gifts to students that aren’t in class.”
“Oh.” Apollo had thought for certain it’d be on a day he had work, and he wouldn’t have to worry about making plans for the actual 14th.
“Do you not have holidays planned in that journal of yours?” Klavier teases. He’d teased Apollo nonstop since finding out about Apollo’s journaling. As if he didn’t carry the most detailed planner Apollo had ever seen. Who really needed their day planned by the hour?
As if on cue, a timer starts to ring from Klavier’s phone. “It’s been wunderbar to catch up, but duty calls.” He returns his bowl to the noodle stand. “Herr Forehead, I’m afraid I will not be able to host our movie night tomorrow. Are you still available for the twelfth?”
Apollo blinks, ”Uh, yeah, I think so! I’ll text you if anything comes up?”
“Perfekt! Auf Wiedersehen, Forehead, Fräulein.”
Once Klavier rounds the corner out of People Park, Trucy smiles devilishly. “Did you hear that Polly? You’ve got a chance!”
The next week is uneventful, until, on the Friday before Valentine’s day, Apollo arrives at Klavier’s apartment after a quick trip home to get out of his work clothes. The earrings for Klavier are tucked into his wallet, and he’s silently lamenting his inability to bring something bigger when Klavier answers the door.
“Herr Forehead, Hallo!” His hair is out of its usual spiral, instead loosely braided straight down his back, and he’s got glasses perched on his nose. He’s got a misprinted Gavinners t-shirt on, not unlike the one he’d given Apollo a while back. He steps to the side, “Come in, come in!”
“What’s with the glasses?” Apollo says in lieu of a greeting. He takes a seat on Klavier’s far-too-expensive couch.
“Ach, my contacts were irritating my eyes all day, it was unbearable.” Klavier pouts, sitting next to him. “I don’t know what I’ve ever done to deserve such torment.”
“You poor thing,” Apollo turns to give him a sarcastic pat on the head. His hair is soft though, leaving Apollo to absentmindedly pet at it for a moment after getting distracted by the vase on the end table. “What’s with the roses? You have an admirer that couldn’t wait ‘til Sunday?” He hopes his tone can cover up that he, in fact, is an admirer that can’t wait until Sunday.
Klavier laughs. “Nothing of the sort. I recently prosecuted a robbery at a floral boutique and the owner has been shipping these to the office ever since. But they’re quite pretty, no?”
“Yeah, they’re nice.” If Apollo was better with words, he’d be able to come up with a good segue right about now. Surely flowers, to admirers, to lack of admirers, has an obvious transition to Apollo’s own feelings. Instead, he turns to the TV. “Did you have a movie in mind for tonight?”
“Are you in the mood for a classic thriller?” Klavier smiles.
“Let me guess, Hitchcock?”
“You know me too well!”
Apollo decides to hold back a retort about how half the movies they end up watching are old Hitchcock thrillers. Half the reason he enjoys their movie nights so much is because no one else is willing to watch them with him.
Klavier pops a bowl of popcorn and dims the lights. The prosecutor is, no exaggeration, the perfect movie watching partner for Apollo. Their tastes seem to line up nearly exactly, (Klavier isn’t as fond of horror,) and Klavier always seems to know exactly when a movie is worth talking through as opposed to staying silent.
The movie is good, great even. Apollo’s pretty sad to see it end, and by the way Klavier hasn't turned off the end credits, Apollo can tell he feels the same.
Eventually though, Klavier closes out of the movie and checks the time. Only half-past eight. “It’s still rather early. We, ah, could watch another movie if you’re interested?” He twirls a stray hair from his bangs.
Klavier’s uncertainty is cute. “If you’d like me to stay the night, you could just ask, you know?”
The Prosecutor just stares at him for a moment, opening and closing his mouth. “Oh. Would you like to stay the night?” He pulls his glasses down and squeezes the bridge of his nose for a moment. “And watch another movie with me?”
Apollo smiles. “I’d love to. But I get to pick the next one.”
Apollo had done his research into the various movies he’d seen Klavier express interest in, and settled on another old film with a romantic subplot he knew Klavier would enjoy. Klavier prepares some ice cream in the kitchen while Apollo looks up what streaming site to use, before ending up on a less-than-legal one.
Twenty minutes into the movie, Apollo is out of ice cream and starting to regret his choice of movie. The film’s leads have impressive chemistry; and Apollo’s plan to use that to his advantage with Klavier isn’t going so well. He just feels jealous. Which is pretty embarrassing.
Eventually, he can’t take it anymore and excuses himself to the bathroom. He runs his hands under the ice cold faucet and presses them to his face.
He’s noticed it. Klavier’s glances at him aren’t uncommon, but they feel like fire when the reason Klavier is looking is the romantic tension between characters on screen. Apollo has to say something, really. But what do you even say in this situation? He’s only capable of being smooth once in a blue moon.
When he returns to the couch, Klavier has cleaned up their ice cream and popcorn bowls and is seated in the center of the couch. Apollo sits slightly closer than he had been previously. Klavier tenses slightly before returning to normal.
An hour into the movie, it’s starting to get unbearable again. Klavier’s glances start lasting a little longer, and Apollo isn’t even sure he’s following the plot anymore. A few startling scenes have Klavier’s thigh pressed right to Apollo’s too. Like he’s trying to distract him.
“If you want to kiss me, all you have to do is ask, you know.” Apollo turns to meet Klavier’s eyes, which have been trained on Apollo for the past five minutes.
Klavier jumps a little at Apollo breaking the silence between them, before his eyes widen at the realization of what he just heard. “I- Ach. I…”
Apollo isn’t so good at being smooth, so he decides to stick with being blunt. “I’d say yes if you did.”
Klavier’s shock spans just long enough for Apollo to start doubting himself. He may be able to read people well usually, but what if this, what if Klavier , is an exception.
And then, “Can I kiss you?”
Apollo nods, and Klavier leans in. And it’s everything Apollo could’ve hoped for.
Apollo wakes up the next day in Klavier’s bed with an ache in his lower back, and blonde hair tangled by the nape of his neck. It takes him a moment to remember why he never got home last night, and Clay’s never going to let him live it down.
It takes a couple attempts to wiggle out from Klavier’s arms, but he makes it to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Klavier had offered him a spare toothbrush and pajamas last night, so it’s only as he’s picking up his own clothes that he remembers the earrings in his wallet. When is the best time to give them to Klavier? Will he even appreciate a new pair of something he already has?
Apollo slips on his jeans before rustling alerts him to Klavier sitting up in bed.
“Leaving so soon?” He pouts.
Apollo takes a seat on the bed. “Not yet, I just didn’t want to walk around your place in my underwear any longer.”
“A shame, really.” Klavier grins lazily. Apollo lightly whacks his bicep.
“I… Um,” Apollo pulls his wallet from his back pocket. “I got you something, uh, for Valentine’s day, if you’re interested.”
“I’m interested in anything you have to offer, Häschen. ”
Apollo flushes red. “I know it’s not until tomorrow but, uh, I thought you’d like these.” He reaches into the cash pocket of his wallet, retrieving the earrings.
Klavier takes them, admiring the hoops before reaching up to take out his current studs. “They’re beautiful, Apollo. Thank you.” He puts on the new earrings. They’re quite a bit smaller and thinner than his usual earrings, but suit his usual look well. He’d toned down his look quite a bit since the Gavinners disbanded. “How do I look?”
Apollo pauses for a moment to take it all in. The new earrings seem to match the sparkle in his eyes, excitement evident in his smile. It’d been pretty dark last night; Apollo hadn’t had much time to just look at Klavier, shirtless and vulnerable and gorgeous.
“You look,” Apollo pauses to find the right word. Nothing seems to convey quite what he feels in this moment. “Beautiful.”
Klavier beams, reaching forward to pull Apollo into a kiss. “Would you stay over tonight too?”
“Gladly.”
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