Title: My Chips
Category: Games » Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney
Language: English, Rating: Fiction Rated: M
Genre: Humor, Romance
Pairing: Ex-convict Godot X Hobo Phoenix
Disclaimer: I don't own Phoenix Wright, but if I did, well, I hope it would be as awesome as it is now.
N: Originally posted 2009-08-29 10:09 pm (PDT) in the Phoenix Wright Kink Meme. I did a lot of fills, and there's still one that I have to finish but... um... yeah, I'll finish it eventually. It's too hardcore for ffnet anyway, I think, so. Yeah. Okay.
Original Prompt: Mr. Armando is so spanish, he ejaculates salsa.
Godot's not sure why he came to Wright when he got released, but now that he's here, he's probably not leaving any time soon. Wright has become a little darker, a little spicier in the time Godot's been gone. His ridiculous hat isn't as eye-catching as Godot's visor, but it's near that level, and the fact that he's adopted a little girl (who Wright says is having a sleepover at Maya's house with Pearl) is also an interesting point of conversation.
So they talk for a few hours, with Godot sitting with his legs crossed on Wright's couch, taking in the clutter around him and Wright's new, amusing sarcasm, until Wright gets hungry. He disappears down the hall, and Godot sips one of his special blends. He missed them sorely when he was in that cell, stuck with the swill they called coffee in the cafeteria.
Wright walks back into the room, staring at a bowl of tortilla chips with a frown.
"Am I making you that depressed, Trite?" Godot asks, smirking.
"Not at all," Wright says, and that wry smile Godot's slowly getting used to appears again. "It's just that my special chips are nothing without salsa."
Godot drinks the rest of his coffee, then stands. "I can give you some salsa, Trite." He's feeling generous.
"It's nearly one in the morning, where would you—... Why are you taking off your pants?"
Godot smirks, grabbing the bowl of chips. "You wanted salsa." He wraps his hand around his cock. It's a little interesting to realize that just looking at Wright is helping him get hard.
"I really don't think salsa and semen are the same thing," Wright says. He's watching with interest, though.
You're kinkier than you look, Trite.
After a bit, Godot comes, and Wright licks his lips while his chips are garnished. Godot tugs the last few drops out and then tucks his dick back into his pants, holding out the bowl of chips to Wright.
"I really don't know how to react to this," Wright says after a long silence. "I'm torn between telling you that you have no shame, being horrified that you ejaculated all over my chips, or just saying how hot that was. Also, is this a bad time to make a pun about condiments?"
"It's always a bad time for that pun, Trite," Godot says dryly. "As for being horrified, I think you should try to be grateful instead." He presses the bowl into Wright's hand. "Eat some."
Wright scratches the stubble on his jaw contemplatively, then picks one up. Eats it. "This tastes exactly like pico de gallo."
"I know."
"That's... weirdly arousing."
"I can tell," Godot says, motioning toward Wright's obvious erection.
"Oh. Yeah, that's probably a giveaway." He eats another chip, and licks some of the 'salsa' off of his thumb. "So, uh... you wanna screw?"
N: Yeah. I don't know, I thought it was funny.