AN: I wasn't intending to submit any fics today - I'm going home for the weekend and can't do them there. But you've been so lovely in your reviews (though more would be nice, if you're reading and don't bother to review), that I've decided to post this and the next one for you. Prompt number eleven, "mind-reading".
"That is it! I have had enough. I am going home."
Roxas pushed himself to his feet, knocking over his chair as he did so (not entirely by accident), and stormed out. His colleagues looked round at each other, completely confused as to the cause of the outburst. The truth was, they hadn't done anything in particular. It had just been a mind-numbingly boring day filled with difficult clients and stupid meetings like this one. Roxas's mood hadn't been helped at all by the fact that his boyfriend, Axel, had been away for the last week. He should be home by now, which was handy, since Roxas was after some sympathy.
His car screeched to a halt on the driveway. That in itself was a sign of his foul mood, because he frequently berated Axel for doing the very same thing, saying it ruined the tyres. Which it did, but Roxas was long past caring. He stalked into the house, slamming the door behind him, making the photograph on the table wobble and fall over.
He found Axel in the lounge, unpacking one of his bags (why the guy had to take so much stuff for a week's trip, he'd never know). Axel knew something was wrong as soon as Roxas walked in, and went to hug him. The blond buried his head in Axel's shoulder, knowing he didn't need to explain, because Axel just understood. It was almost as though he could read Roxas's mind at times, like now, when his fingers began stroking through messy blond spikes, relaxing him.
"I missed you too, Roxy."
Roxas hadn't said the words, but he hadn't needed to. It was like an unspoken language between the two of them, one that only they understood. It made him feel safe, loved, like he belonged.