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Inspired by a TV show talking about jeans being too low. I started writing, this is what I came up with.
The legal drinking age (Or the age to get into a nightclub) is nineteen in Canada. So that's what I'm going with. If it's different for you, don't complain about it, okay?
You see so many club fanfictions where they go in, drink a bit, all lonely / new to the scene, and then find someone and they grind themselves messy against a wall or in a corner. I wanted to take a less messy approach to this. I'm trying to make Roxas not entirely anti-social, and a little more 'let's try it' without pushing him over the top. He's gonna keep his values and possibly open himself up.
So enjoy.
I don't own Kingdom Hearts, the characters, or jeans that are that low. Also, no warnings. Nice and clean for the time being.
NOTE: I am updating every chapter. I know that I made a few silly errors. So I'm going through and re-writing the chapters. All chapters that have been rewritten are marked at the top with a bold chapter title.
soft and quiet, like new snow
The jeans were so low it had to be illegal. This was his first time wearing anything like this and freshly nineteen he was heading into a club with his twin brother. He was rather envious of his brother's sense of style. He was wearing thin pants with a thin white line down the leg, making the short brunette look a lot taller. The shirt was buttoned half way, the top of them left undone. A few little bracelets on his thin wrists and a choker. How could he work his body like that? Roxas' body was exactly the same, but he couldn't pull off that same look Sora did.
The jeans felt like they were going to slide off ("That's the point!" Sora told him) and were almost uncomfortably tight. He couldn't believe that he had found these in the male section of the store. He didn't want to sit down because he was sure his pants would show off much more skin than he wanted to show off. He wished that Sora hadn't been the one to choose his outfit for tonight. The pants would probably rip by the end of the night.
The boys stood at the door, Roxas shivering with his arms around himself. Finally, they were let in, Sora at the arm of his boyfriend and long-time friend, Riku. Riku, who could pull off those tight pants and sleeveless vest flawlessly. Riku was walking sex in a pair of slim jeans. But obviously taken, and Riku was loyal to the bone. Roxas didn't know the details surounding their coupling because he hadn't been around at that time, but Riku never breathed a word and Sora wouldn't tell.
Riku and Sora dissapeared together the second they were inside, and Roxas felt slightly abandoned, and walked along the rubber floor slowly. People were passing and standing in clusters and the music was loud and heavy in his ears. If this was the club scene, he really wasn't into it.
When he found himself at the bar, the thumping bass was a little less intense. He sat down and pressed his elbows against the counter, turning around in the seat so that his back was against the bar, his ​cool skin unexposed. Swiping his fingers against the flesh curiously he found that the jeans were indeed falling down.
In the crowd, he caught a flash of silver hair, and the spiky brown, two slender bodies twisting together. Maybe he'd like this more if he wasn't still painfully single. It seemed easy enough in movies and books to find a partner, but in real life it never worked like that. Flirting never went that flawlessly, sometimes words were stumbled over and punchlines wrecked due to a crumbling train of thought. Sometimes things got too heated too soon and it was usually a bad thing when things went that fast because who knew what they'd be getting into.
He was slipping into some kind of drowsy trance. The music still thumping, Riku and Sora curled together on the dance floor, flashes of bright silver hair and the gentle mesh of bodies. He sighed under his breath, his throat was dry. He wondered if there would be something simple here, something without alcohol, like a soda. He slipped out of his seat for the sole purpose of pulling his pants up, not that it helped, and sat down again, one finger hooked in the back belt loop.
The bartender was a tall male. Broad shoulders and a curved waist with pants that fell just as low as Roxas' did, maybe lower. A long strip of pale flesh between his shirt and pants, a tattoo of a swirl of pretty flame marring the skin. Narrow arms, a 'VIII' tattooed on the inside of his thin wrist. He turned, as if sensing Roxas' eyes on him, and the male moved forwards. More tattoos on his cheeks of little upside down drops of water. Stunningly bright green eyes and flaming red hair that was tied into a pony tail at the back of his neck. A faint spark of regognition coursed through his system and Roxas wondered where he had seen him.
"Can I get a soda?" He asked gently, his voice didn't need to be too loud, the music was far away. The male nodded. Roxas pulled out his wallet, the male came back. Waving a hand in the air.
"It's on me" He offered. Setting it down on the table, moisture building on the sides of the glass. Ice clinking around as he picked it up and sipped. Muttering a thanks, his eyes trained on those tight pants. Everyone could pull those pants off, it seemed. Everyone but Roxas. "So, uh" The redhead started. "Why aren't you dancing? No one to dance with?"
He shook his head. "Not my thing" He replied. Tearing his eyes from those pretty hips to stunning green eyes. "And I don't have anyone to dance with either" He admitted. The redhead smiled.
"If I wasn't working, I'd offer a dance." He said, the blonde looked at him curiously. The redhead, though possibly familliar, was still a stranger. He had a problem with going too fast. He didn't want to rush, he liked when things moved steadily, slower. "If you're not having fun, then you should go home" The bartender started again. That voice was calm and scratchy, it reminded him of sand and sun and the cackle of flame. "And if you wanted to dance, then I get off in another two hours"
What was with this guy? Roxas didn't want to dance with him, but he also didn't want to stay here. Maybe that was the most reasonable thing he had said. He could go home, go sleep, leave Sora and Riku here.
Or go tell them he was going. He brought the glass to his lips, sucked back the rest of the carbonated drink. No alcohol, good. He drove here tonight, and unfortunately he was driving Sora and Riku home. Well, they could call when they wanted a ride, right? He set the glass down, the redhead watching him almost sadly. "I think I will go" He muttered to him. The male nodded with a vague sad expression.
Roxas slipped through the crowd, the music getting loud as he grabbed Sora's arm. He and Riku stopped dancing and the three of them moved out of the heat of the bodies. "I'm going to go" He said. "I'll give you two a ride home when you want, just call me" Sora pouted.
"You should stay, come on Roxas! Please? Oh, I know, Riku?"
The silver haired male shrugged. "Come on, Roxas" He said, and took the blonde's arm, dragging him into the dance area. "It's really easy" He said. "Just don't be afraid to touch me." That felt weird to his ears and his stomach was nervous but Roxas obeyed. Moving half-heartedly to Riku and the music, despite the fact that Riku was Sora's boyfriend.
He didn't much like dancing, but he didn't mind this, maybe because Riku's cologne was heavenly and tinged with the lightest touch of sweat. He smelt wonderful.
Roxas lost track of time, and eventually Riku had an arm around him and was leading them back to the bar. Sora was deep in conversation with the redhead, looking serious. When the two of them showed up, Sora's expression cheered up again and attached himself to Riku's side. Snuggling against his chest happily. Riku's arms around both twins. He was smiling happily. The redhead chuckling. "You got both of them?" He joked. "Lucky guy." The silvery male nodded, starting up conversation with the bartender with the low jeans.
Roxas had no idea why both Sora and Riku seemed to be enjoying talking to this guy. Why, he didn't know. He simply stood there with Riku's arm over him as the redhead poured Sora and Riku free drinks.
"Hey guys" Roxas started, "I'm gonna go home for real this time" He shifted from his spot under Riku's arm, hiking up the jeans. "Call me later and I'll come pick you two up" He added, then waved, and left. The three of them waves bye as he exited the club quickly, locating his vehicle, getting in and driving home. Dancing with Riku had been fun, and though the touching grew a little intimate, they got a little too close, there had been nothing sexual or even romantic about it. It was just two friends moving together to loud music. Riku knew Sora's body, so they moved pretty effortlessly even if Roxas didn't know what he was doing.
The first thing he did when he stepped into his shared apartment with Sora was take off his pants. Leaving them on the floor next to his shoes. It felt damn nice to finally allow his legs to breathe. And sat down on the couch and relaxed. That felt better. Much much better.
Waking up to the loud blaring of a phone while he half asleep wasn't the most pleasant thing to hear, but it was enough to get him stumbling across the carpet to the phone. Pulling it to his ear and wincing from Sora's cheerful voice, telling him to come back to the club to pick them up.
With a sigh, knowing it was what they agreed to to. He reluctantly left the apartment, wondering if Riku was coming over tonight. Wondering if he was going to be kept awake. Sora was an awful moaner when he was drunk. Hell, he was loud anyways, but he usually did his best to keep it down while sober.
At least he had got a little bit of sleep, he yawned and drove slowly to the club. Wondering if they'd be waiting outside for him or if he'd have to go in. He parked a block away and walked the rest, hands in his pockets (He had put on those tight pants again because it was the first thing he grabbed. Most of his other clothes were dirty) as he meandered towards the club.
Roxas wasn't suprised to find that Sora and Riku weren't outside. They wouldn't let him in again without paying, and reluctantly he paid the fee, again, and stormed in. Annoyed now as he tried to find that flash of silver hair. Instead, he found himself nose to chest with a tall redhead. He yelped, stepping back and craning his neck to look up at him.
His eyes narrowed, Sora and Riku had probably set this up and were probably making out in the bathroom. "Dance with me?" The redhead asked.
"I don't know your name" Roxas replied.
"It's.." There was a soft sadness in the bright green eyes for a moment. "It's Axel. What's your name?"
"... Roxas"
"There, we know each other. Do you want to dance now?"
The blonde crossed his arms over his chest, he had a feeling that 'Axel' wasn't about to give up. And gave a small nod, then the redhead was gone, and he blinked. Confused. Had he managed to drive him away? He could see the red hair from far away, and wove through the people, now heavily tinged with sweat and alcohol, towards him. Bumping into a few people with small, rushed, apologies and reaching out a hand to grip at the sleeve of Axel's clothing.
The redhead beamed, almost impossibly happy that Roxas had not only followed him but grabbed onto his clothing, he twisted his hand and took hold of the other's hand. Urging him into the dance floor. Roxas felt a lot shorter now, Axel was taller than Riku and the people seemed to have grown around him. But Axel's hand was warm and they were pushed together in the heat of the people around them. They danced for a few minutes, Roxas counted the minutes and he moved half heartedly against the other.
The pace of the dance changed after awhile, Axel shifted, holding the boy even closer to his chest. One hand fell against Roxas' hair, fingertips caressing the soft strands. He could feel the soft beat of Axel's heart, he had rest his head against his chest at some point. The blonde had no idea what he was doing, but he rest against him. Breathing in the smell of him, he didn't smell like sweat, but of cologne. Something that reminded him of Riku but a little spicier.
For a long time, they stood like that. Roxas with his head on Axel's chest, swaying slowly to music that still beat hard against his ears.
The songs were slower, their bodies didn't move very much anymore, they were just standing in an embrace that was lasting forever. Roxas pulled away from Axel at the same time as Axel let go. The green eyes were bright. "I'm sure your brother's waiting" He said softly, slipping their hands together and walking towards the seats at the other end of the bar. There, they found Sora perched in Riku's lap, tucked into a corner. Sora's lips meshed with Riku's. Roxas snickered, sliding in across from him, kicking Riku's leg. The male jumped, broke apart from Roxas' brother. His cheeks slightly pink, his hair a little messy. Sora giggled and settled in his boyfriend's lap.
"Are we going home now?" He asked. "You gonna bring Axel home too?" He teased, apparently not realizing or caring that Axel was actually there. The redhead slid in beside Roxas, a small smile on his face.
"Are you bringing me home tonight, Roxas?" He teased. Roxas huffed, sliding over him (It was a little awkward, at one point Roxas was perched across Axel's thighs) and standing straight.
"Let's go, now" He said shortly. "I'll be waiting outside."
As he left, he missed the seriousness that crossed Axel's face. The slight sadness. Sora leaned forwards and rest a chin on his palm. "He doesn't remember me" The redhead muttered. "Not a thing. This is going to be really really.. hard." He sighed softly, shuddering. "Look, can I come around sometime? I gotta make it work this time around."
Sora nodded sleepily as he climbed off of Riku, "Yeah, I gave you my address, right?"
"Yeah, I still have it." He muttered. "I'll talk to you later, all right?" He said gently. "Make sure Roxas is okay" Riku had an arm around Sora, and the two of them left. Axel sitting back down at the table, watching them leave.
Roxas drove home, Riku and Sora stumbled drunkenly into Sora's room, closing the door behind him as Roxas went to his own. Taking off the tight pants for the second time that night. Flicking on music loud enough to block out the noises that his brother was making, and lay on his bed. He kept catching the faint scent of Axel, that faint cologne on his shirt, and kept running his memories back to him.
What was with that guy? Maybe Sora had set him up so that he and Axel would dance. Was Sora actually trying to set them up? Oh hell. He frowned with disgust as he thought of it. It wasn't that Axel was unattractive (He could really work those low tight pants) but that he didn't know him. He was reluctant to get to know anyone new right now.
He pulled off his shirt, unconsciously inhaling deeply as he pulled it up and off. He had a bit of a weakness scents that brought a warm familiarity to him. He faintly heard a strangled scream as he flicked the bedroom light off, sinking back into bed and snickering into the pillow as he heard a second one, a lot higher and less restrained. The noises quieted, he turned down the music and yawned into the blanket. He was content with his life. It felt good to be nineteen and it felt good to have gone out and done something he wasn't normally into. It felt good to have danced with Riku, and just a bit better to have danced with Axel.
What do you think? I don't normally ask for reviews, but this time I will. Just give me a shout, tell me if you want to continue it or not. kthxbye.