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Phoenix wasn’t really expecting a call from Gumshoe while he was at work. Not that he minds the detective giving him a ring, he just wasn’t really expecting it. He put down the files back on his desk and picked up his phone.
“Phoenix speaking,” he greeted. “What’s up, Detective?”
“Hiya pal!” the familiar voice boomed through the small device. “I was wonderin’ if you knew where Mista Edgeworth was?”
Phoenix’s face twisted in confusion at the question. “What do you mean? Isn’t he at work?”
“No, he didn’t come in today,” the man explained. “I tried callin’ him but didn’t get nothin’ back.”
He didn’t come in? That was definitely weird. Especially since Phoenix knew full and well that his husband had woken up that morning and had gotten ready for work when Phoenix was leaving. Sure, Miles had been a little later than normal, which caused Phoenix to have to leave first. But he knew he watched the other get up and ready.
“I’ll give him a call. Thanks for telling me, Gumshoe.”
“No problem, pal!” Phoenix could practically hear the salute in his voice.
After the officer hung up, the attorney went directly to Miles’ number. It rang a few times, but there was no answer. His phone was definitely still on. He just wasn’t picking up.
Phoenix couldn’t help the concern that bubbled in his chest. He frowned at his phone for a moment, going through his options. When he finally decided, he packed up his things and started out of the office. Sending messages to both Apollo and Athena that he would be out.
When Phoenix got back home, he wasn’t really sure what he was expecting. However, his husband, half dressed, face down, asleep at the kitchen table was not it.
He dropped his things before running up to the other. Gently shaking at Miles’ shoulders. “Hey, are you asleep? Miles, wake up.”
The prosecutor made a tired, almost pathetic sound as he slowly lifted his head. “Wright?” he mumbled in what sounded like sleepy confusion. His voice came out almost muffled. He rubbed his eyes and blinked up at the man. “What are you doing at my office?”
“Office? Miles, you’re in the kitchen.”
He sat up a bit more to look around. “Oh.”
“You don’t sound good. Are you feeling okay?” Phoenix reached a hand up to check at Miles’ forehead. It was definitely warm.
The prosecutor pushed his face into the touch. “I suppose I do feel somewhat unwell,” he admitted. “I hadn’t even realized I’d fallen asleep…”
“I’m glad you did here and not in your car or something,” Phoenix mumbled. “You sound stupid congested, too. Come on, let’s get you back to bed. I’ll call Gumshoe later to tell him what happened.”
Miles allowed his husband to take him by the arm and help him back to their bed. Peeling off the work suit that had dampened from sweat so he could pull back on his pajamas.
Phoenix sat down on the bed next to him, pushing hair out of his face and running his fingers through it. “Why didn’t you tell me you felt bad this morning?”
“I didn’t notice,” he admitted with a hum. Content to his husband’s cool touch. “I felt more tired than usual… but I didn’t think it would affect me so much.” He then frowned and pushed himself back to a sitting position.
“Hey now, don’t even think about working in bed—”
“It’s not that,” Miles interrupted. “I can hardly breathe. My face feels so congested.”
“Oh,” Phoenix mumbled back. “Wait here. I think we have something for that.”
Miles watched as the attorney stood and made his way into the bathroom. He heard rustling come from the other for a bit before he came back into view with a small bottle. “What’s that?”
“Some kinda rub stuff Maya gave me a while back,” he explained. “She always gets annoyed with me when I don’t take cold meds and stuff so she got me like essential oil type shit.”
Miles gave the bottle in question a look of apprehension. “And what, pray tell, am I supposed to do with it?”
“You like,” Phoenix made a hand motion, “rub it on your chest. It helps clear up everything.”
“I am not rubbing that on myself.”
“Don’t be a baby,” Phoenix huffed. “Take off your shirt.”
Miles frowned at the other. However, it didn’t seem like the man was taking ‘no’ as an answer. Though, if he was honest, Miles was quickly coming around to the idea. The near suffocation he felt would make it impossible to lie down and comfortably rest. With a sigh, he pulled off his shirt and put it to the side.
He wasn’t expecting Phoenix to pour the oily stuff into his own hand and reach out for him. “Wait,” Miles interrupted, holding up his hand. “You’re going to do it? Don’t you think that’s a bit too intimate?”
Phoenix gave him an almost confused face. “Miles we- we’re married, Miles.” He raised his hand to show the familiar ring to the prosecutor. “What the fuck gets more intimate than gay marriage?”
Miles crossed his arms over his chest. “That is not what I meant, you buffoon. I meant, if I am sick and you get too close to me, you’re bound to catch it yourself. Especially noting your track record with ailments.” He gave his husband a pointed look.
Phoenix only rolled his eyes. “Oh whatever. It’ll be fine. Getting sick is not enough of a deterrent to make me not take care of you.”
The flush that dusted Miles’ cheeks at that wasn’t from his fever. He cleared his throat. “Right. You may proceed then,” he said, letting his arms drop back to his sides.
When the cool, goo-like texture met with Miles’ skin, he shivered at the sensation. Phoenix pressed the glob onto his chest before using his hand to slowly smear it around.
Once he was more used to the strange feeling, it became almost comforting. Phoenix’s familiar, calloused hand rubbing across his chest and up to his collarbone. He let his eyes close and his head lean against the headboard. Feeling the coolness against his flushed, fevered body felt practically like heaven.
After a few moments, Miles felt the bed dip farther and lips press against his own. He raised his own hand to cup Phoenix’s cheek and return the kiss with a smile. When they pulled away, he mumbled, “Now you really will get sick.”
Phoenix only gave a shrug and straddled the other’s lap. “That’s fine. Then you get to take care of me.” He smiled, pressing another kiss to the corner of Miles’ lips.
The prosecutor gave a hum at that. “I will be missing work, though. I might just ask Detective Gumshoe to come care for you so I can make up for what I will likely miss.”
The attorney pulled back with a playfully hurt look. “That’s so unfair,” he huffed. “I’m missing work too, you know. Just so I can care for your ungrateful ass.”
Miles couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of him at that. Pressing his face into his husband’s chest as he snickered. “Please,” he finally sighed out. “This doesn’t even compare to how often you get sick.”
Phoenix scoffed, pressing his hand back on Miles’ chest to finish rubbing in the oil. “You’re so mean to your poor husband. The things I do for you. I could have just left you in the kitchen, ya know.”
“I’m sure you would have,” he responded sarcastically.
Phoenix only responded with a hum. He then asked, “How do you feel now?”
Miles took in a breath. “Better,” he said with a nod. “Still a little stuffy, but not nearly as bad. Thank you, dear.”
The near doofy grin that split across Phoenix’s face sent a warmth through Miles as he found it impossible not to return the smile. His smile then turned into a yawn as his exhaustion came back to him full force.
“You can go back to work,” he started. “I’m probably going to be sleeping the rest of the day.”
Phoenix rolled himself off of Miles’ lap and onto his side of the bed. “Nah,” he replied. “I already told the others I’d be out for the day. When Gummy called ‘n’ said you were MIA, I’d assumed you were sick or something. Have you eaten yet? I can make you something easy while you nap.”
The prosecutor ran his hand over Phoenix’s cheek. “That would be nice. Thank you.” He nodded.
Phoenix climbed back out of the bed, pressing one last kiss to Miles before finding his way back to the kitchen.