It's been snowing where I live and we've been buried in about 6 inches of snow (we rarely get snow, so that's a lot). So, I'm having a ball and writing these lil fluffy stories. I swear, I'm working my way past this bitchy writer's block.
Disclaimer: Keep moving, nothing to see here or own.
Roxas yawned as he continued to play with Zexion's fingers. He had put a movie in about an hour ago but they weren't paying attention to it anymore. He smiled when he felt Zexion rake his fingers through the blond mess.
Zexion pulled away from playing with Roxas' hair to rub his eye. He went back to messing with the blond spikes, gently tugging on some knots.
Roxas sat up, their fingers still intertwined. He leaned closer to Zexion, lightly pecking him on the lips.
Zexion smiled, just barely. He kissed Roxas on the forehead right before the doorbell rang, making him groan.
Roxas sighed, "I'll be back." He stood up, letting their hands slip apart. He flung the door open, hoping this person had a good reason to bother him.
Axel was standing at front door, grinning. He pecked Roxas on the forehead, "Hey, babe. Miss me much?" He let himself in, ignoring the stunned blond still standing at the doorway. He looked around the room, voicing his thoughts, "Nothing's changed much since I left." He spotted Zexion on the couch, glaring. "Except that." He pointed blankly to Zexion.
Roxas shook off the shock, shutting the door. He watched as Axel went up to Zexion with that stupid grin on his face.
Zexion growled, "Back off."
Axel smirked, poking Zexion in the chest, "Why? I've come back to claim my Roxy and I find out you're with him? Not a chance."
Zexion shoved Axel and stood up. "You cheated on Roxas, you left him for Demyx, you left him heartbroken and a mess, and you think that you still deserve him after all the shit you put him through? You're a heartless bastard."
Axel grinned, hovering the smaller male, "I'm not heartless, I just like to have fun. Let's just say I don't like commitment."
Roxas grabbed Zexion's hand, intertwining their fingers. "Axel, leave. You had your chance and you lost it. Get out."
Axel's grin dropped. He made a loud, irritated nose and stormed out of Roxas' house, calling behind him, "You'll come crawling back every time." He slammed the door, causing both boys to jump slightly.
Roxas sighed, rubbing his eyes. He tugged at Zexion's hand, "Let's go to bed. It's late."
Zexion followed Roxas upstairs, into the spacious room the blond owned. The walls were painted a deep red and had posters of various bands spread across them. There was a queen bed right underneath two windows with dark blue shades. In the corner were a bookshelf and a desk with a new laptop sitting on the fine, polished wood.
Roxas pulled Zexion down on the bed, smiling. He carelessly kicked his shoes off, along with Zexion and pulled the covers down. He grabbed a remote that sat on his nightstand and turned the lights off.
Zexion grabbed the discarded covers at the bottom of the bed and yanked the soft fabric over the two. He sighed, wrapping his arms around Roxas.
Roxas pecked Zexion on the lips, muttering, "Night Zexion, love you."
Zexion smiled softly, returning the kiss, "Night Rox, I love you too."