![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
silverfoxflowerTitle: The Poolboy's Temptation
Author:![[info]](https://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=3)
silverfoxflower
Fandom: Pheniox Wright
Genre: PWP, Slash, Humor
Word Count: ~800
Pairing: Edgeworth/Pheniox
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: OOC Edgeworth, because it amuses me to make him a secret!perv for crackish purposes.
Notes: Fills the Domestic/Tradesman square on my![[info]](https://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif?v=3)
kink_bingo . See my card here.
Summary: Pheniox loses a pocker game and becomes Edgeworth's pool boy. Edgeworth pervs on him.
Disclaimer: Don't own. Don't sue.
“I’ve always said that you were suited for manual labor, Wright.” Edgeworth leaned back in his deck chair, smirking around his glass of iced tea.
Phoenix threw a good-natured scowl in his direction and continued fishing stray leaves out of the water while Edgeworth stretched his legs and contemplated the beautiful summer day. Wright had once told Edgeworth that he needed to relax more, making a joke about how snapping at interns and looking over case files in his spare time didn’t count. But now, thanks to a favorable hand of poker and Wright’s sudden lack of funds due, somehow, to Steel Samurai merchandise and Maya, Edgeworth thought that he felt very relaxed, indeed.
Although Phoenix had most definitely taken his earlier statement the wrong way, Edgeworth meant what he had said. It was a shame that Wright had to work in a profession which forced him to cover his glorious body with cheap suites. It still boggled Edgeworth how, despite Wright’s weakness for take-out and copious amounts of sweets, there was not an ounce of spare fat to detract from his broad shoulders and washboard abs. Edgeworth fairly purred as Phoenix had to reach for a far leaf, his thin, grey t-shirt riding up to reveal the strong curves of his back.
As discreetly as possible, Edgeworth licked around the edge of his glass, fantasizing that the condensation he drew onto his tongue was the sweat of Wright’s skin.
Earlier, Phoenix had accused Edgeworth of gaining enjoyment from his humiliation. Well, there was that. Edgeworth liked his control, and right now, fantasizing that Phoenix was his pool boy did wonders for his cheeky erection. However, what Edgeworth moaned about late at night was the thought of those large hands and crude fingers curling around his hips, that broad chest flexing with exertion, those hips as they worked, pumping come into Edgeworth’s debauched hole-
And that ass.
Edgeworth took a very audible sip of iced tea as Wright bent over, his board shorts drawing tight around the curve of his ass. It wasn’t enough to outline his package, sadly, but Edgeworth couldn’t take the chance of Wright balking if he had demanded the speedo.
Now, for the grand finale, Edgeworth sighed to himself, mournful that his pool was so easy to clean. Never had his OCD habits failed him so spectacularly before.
Patting the pockets of his bathrobe, Edgeworth drew out a ring of jingling keys. Phoenix wasn’t able to look back fast enough to see Edgeworth hurl them, a bit clumsily, towards the pool. At least there was a loud splash to let him know he was on target.
“I seemed to have dropped my keys, Wright. Be a dear and retrieve them for me?”
Phoenix stared at him for a moment with a completely incredulous expression before turning back with a sigh of defeat. “I know you’re trying to act like a complete jerk on purpose, but I’m going to be the bigger man! I’m going to be your friend whether you like it or not!”
Honestly, Edgeworth didn’t hear a word of that. After all, Wright was taking off his shirt, and all those gorgeous back muscles were on display, flexing and bunching in ways that made Edgeworth’s mouth water. He leaned forward and tried not to drool too noticeably as Phoenix dived into the deep end of the pool, emerging a minute later with Edgeworth’s keys between a thumb and forefinger.
He kicked to the side pulled himself out, using the handlebars on the far end. Water streamed down his taut body, golden with faint tanlines despite spending every day in a suit in an office. His hair was plastered to his skin, and on anybody else it would have looked hideously unattractive, but Wright most definitely wasn’t anybody else. Especially when the hair Edgeworth was staring at started from the bottom of his stomach and led down to the elastic of his board shorts …
“Yeah, most definitely suited for manual labor,” Edgeworth muttered to himself, grateful for the thick bathrobe covering his lap.
“What?” Phoenix tried to shake the water out of his ears.
“Just offering my grudging praise for your work.” Edgeworth stood and walked to the edge of the pool, handing Phoenix a thick towel.
Wright traded it for his keys with a gratified smile, slapping the towel on his head and drying his hair by way of vigorous rubbing. “See? It’s not so bad being nice to me! You might even find that you like it!” He said cheerfully, his words muffled by the terrycloth.
“Perhaps,” Edgeworth had schooled his features by the time Phoenix finished drying himself and looked down. “Well, I’ll allow you to leave-“
“Right, I just-“ Phoenix seemed almost shy. “You know, I’d like to some back and swim sometime, now that it’s clean.”
It took every well-exercised frowning muscle in his face for Edgeworth to strangle the smile threatening to take over his mouth and battle it into some kind of neutral expression. “Of course, Wright. Perhaps an appointment.”
Phoenix rolled his eyes good-naturedly and jogged into the house, unaware of Edgeworth’s eyes on his retreating back, already planning for the next poker game and measuring him mentally for a stable boy uniform.
Read the sequel HERE!
Author:
silverfoxflower Fandom: Pheniox Wright
Genre: PWP, Slash, Humor
Word Count: ~800
Pairing: Edgeworth/Pheniox
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: OOC Edgeworth, because it amuses me to make him a secret!perv for crackish purposes.
Notes: Fills the Domestic/Tradesman square on my
kink_bingo . See my card here. Summary: Pheniox loses a pocker game and becomes Edgeworth's pool boy. Edgeworth pervs on him.
Disclaimer: Don't own. Don't sue.
“I’ve always said that you were suited for manual labor, Wright.” Edgeworth leaned back in his deck chair, smirking around his glass of iced tea.
Phoenix threw a good-natured scowl in his direction and continued fishing stray leaves out of the water while Edgeworth stretched his legs and contemplated the beautiful summer day. Wright had once told Edgeworth that he needed to relax more, making a joke about how snapping at interns and looking over case files in his spare time didn’t count. But now, thanks to a favorable hand of poker and Wright’s sudden lack of funds due, somehow, to Steel Samurai merchandise and Maya, Edgeworth thought that he felt very relaxed, indeed.
Although Phoenix had most definitely taken his earlier statement the wrong way, Edgeworth meant what he had said. It was a shame that Wright had to work in a profession which forced him to cover his glorious body with cheap suites. It still boggled Edgeworth how, despite Wright’s weakness for take-out and copious amounts of sweets, there was not an ounce of spare fat to detract from his broad shoulders and washboard abs. Edgeworth fairly purred as Phoenix had to reach for a far leaf, his thin, grey t-shirt riding up to reveal the strong curves of his back.
As discreetly as possible, Edgeworth licked around the edge of his glass, fantasizing that the condensation he drew onto his tongue was the sweat of Wright’s skin.
Earlier, Phoenix had accused Edgeworth of gaining enjoyment from his humiliation. Well, there was that. Edgeworth liked his control, and right now, fantasizing that Phoenix was his pool boy did wonders for his cheeky erection. However, what Edgeworth moaned about late at night was the thought of those large hands and crude fingers curling around his hips, that broad chest flexing with exertion, those hips as they worked, pumping come into Edgeworth’s debauched hole-
And that ass.
Edgeworth took a very audible sip of iced tea as Wright bent over, his board shorts drawing tight around the curve of his ass. It wasn’t enough to outline his package, sadly, but Edgeworth couldn’t take the chance of Wright balking if he had demanded the speedo.
Now, for the grand finale, Edgeworth sighed to himself, mournful that his pool was so easy to clean. Never had his OCD habits failed him so spectacularly before.
Patting the pockets of his bathrobe, Edgeworth drew out a ring of jingling keys. Phoenix wasn’t able to look back fast enough to see Edgeworth hurl them, a bit clumsily, towards the pool. At least there was a loud splash to let him know he was on target.
“I seemed to have dropped my keys, Wright. Be a dear and retrieve them for me?”
Phoenix stared at him for a moment with a completely incredulous expression before turning back with a sigh of defeat. “I know you’re trying to act like a complete jerk on purpose, but I’m going to be the bigger man! I’m going to be your friend whether you like it or not!”
Honestly, Edgeworth didn’t hear a word of that. After all, Wright was taking off his shirt, and all those gorgeous back muscles were on display, flexing and bunching in ways that made Edgeworth’s mouth water. He leaned forward and tried not to drool too noticeably as Phoenix dived into the deep end of the pool, emerging a minute later with Edgeworth’s keys between a thumb and forefinger.
He kicked to the side pulled himself out, using the handlebars on the far end. Water streamed down his taut body, golden with faint tanlines despite spending every day in a suit in an office. His hair was plastered to his skin, and on anybody else it would have looked hideously unattractive, but Wright most definitely wasn’t anybody else. Especially when the hair Edgeworth was staring at started from the bottom of his stomach and led down to the elastic of his board shorts …
“Yeah, most definitely suited for manual labor,” Edgeworth muttered to himself, grateful for the thick bathrobe covering his lap.
“What?” Phoenix tried to shake the water out of his ears.
“Just offering my grudging praise for your work.” Edgeworth stood and walked to the edge of the pool, handing Phoenix a thick towel.
Wright traded it for his keys with a gratified smile, slapping the towel on his head and drying his hair by way of vigorous rubbing. “See? It’s not so bad being nice to me! You might even find that you like it!” He said cheerfully, his words muffled by the terrycloth.
“Perhaps,” Edgeworth had schooled his features by the time Phoenix finished drying himself and looked down. “Well, I’ll allow you to leave-“
“Right, I just-“ Phoenix seemed almost shy. “You know, I’d like to some back and swim sometime, now that it’s clean.”
It took every well-exercised frowning muscle in his face for Edgeworth to strangle the smile threatening to take over his mouth and battle it into some kind of neutral expression. “Of course, Wright. Perhaps an appointment.”
Phoenix rolled his eyes good-naturedly and jogged into the house, unaware of Edgeworth’s eyes on his retreating back, already planning for the next poker game and measuring him mentally for a stable boy uniform.
Read the sequel HERE!
