CLARET & DOWN AND THE WAY, BABY
Because the way Roxas tilts his head is sort of erotic, Axel behind him and two rows to the right. And the tables are black and the girl sitting next to him has been trying to pass him a note with her elbow for the past week and a half, but Roxas has that motherfucking chin and it's so fucking distracting.
But that's only Thursday. The real fun starts on Saturday, when Roxas has his jeans slung so low that they barely cling to his hips and pool around his big shoes like he's the sexiest seventeen year old in the suburbs. Axel watches from Demyx's living room, the road and Roxas's bare chest visible out the corner of his eye while he pretends to be watching Young Frankenstein again.
First off, it's been a long four weeks since Axel has had a girl to suck face with, and about a year since he's had a girlfriend willing to suck his dick. But that was really bad head anyway and he tried not to hold it against her. But apparently he's really transparent with his emotions—he had no idea he was giving her the cold shoulder until she started screaming at him.
That's all besides the point. The point is that "Goddamn, you are so sexy, baby," was probably not the best way to introduce himself. "Hi. Axel here," would have been better.
But that doesn't matter either, because Roxas's mom is nice and she saw Roxas hit him in the face with his skateboard, so now he's sitting on their couch while the woman gabs about gas prices or the war in Spira or something and Roxas is sitting next to him, still shirtless and still blonde and gorgeous and the ice really hurts on his face or maybe it would hurt anyway.
Later, after he's left and Roxas is grudgingly following him down the street, face screwed up like he's trying to work his jaw but hasn't figured it out yet, Axel leans down and kisses him. He tastes bad, like maybe he didn't brush his teeth this morning and tried to use a popsicle to mask the gross, but Axel is more concerned with the way he trips off the skateboard and grabs at his wrist, breathing in sharply and not breaking the kiss.
"I'll see you on Monday," Roxas says, and in the sunset sunlight he looks tan and pink and blonde and perfect and Axel likes his eyes and his nose and his stupid chin and his ears and the way his chest and stomach are defined and small and it takes a lot of effort not to grab him away with him but that's Saturday.
That's only Saturday.