Disclaimer: I own nothing, just a simple story teller who likes to borrow characters.
Axel - Roxas decides - is like a walking study in geometry. The redhead is all hard lines and impossible angles that just shouldn't exist on a human body.
It's odd - and uncomfortable - at first, when they sit on Axel's ratty old couch together. Axel has his arm slung over Roxas' shoulders and Roxas can feel the hard line of Axel's (wide) hip bone pressing against his side.
It's awkward the first time they sleep together because Roxas is almost afraid to touch Axel - afraid his skin is paper thin, afraid his bones are like the thinnest glass. Afterward, in the early morning light, Roxas lays next to Axel, watching the man sleep - watching the steady rise and fall of a surprisingly well defined chest and stomach. Roxas traces the light outlines of Axel's breast bone, dusts his fingertips over ribs that aren't so visible after all.
Soon Roxas learns to love the hard and impossible lines and angles - learns to love the hard line of Axel's hips pressed against his own, learns to love the press of Axel's boney chin against his shoulder. Soon Roxas finds Axel's chest more comfortable than a pillow. Soon Roxas has traced every line of Axel's body.
The funny this is that, before Axel, Roxas hated geometry.
