It wasn't an unusual morning for Axel. Waking up in bed with a person he didn't recognize. But it certainly had been a while since it was a new person entirely.

As the redhead slowly stirred into consciousness, he glanced over at the other person curiously. He must have really scored last night. It was a blond boy with cutely ruffled spiky hair. Relatively thin and pale, but even in the dark, Axel could still see the wiry muscles on his arms and the toned look to his upper torso. This he observed still in the midst of waking up, and as he sat up in bed, he looked over his most recent lay proudly.

Then it hit him. The boy looked really young. Was this kid even legal?

Shit! Please don't tell me I was drunk enough to screw a minor!

It had happened once before, in a situation very much like this. At one of Larxene's parties, which were world-renown on the college campus for being wild, exciting, and providing a heaping helping of alcohol. Luckily for Axel, the kid he had brought home that night was 17, which was close enough, in his book. And the girl had been very understanding. Though how a high schooler had gotten past Xaldin and Lexaeus without being noticed was still beyond him...

Axel didn't have long to wonder, though. So enough, the blond opened his eyes; those blue, blue eyes. In his drunken stupor, Axel could already see what had attracted him to the boy so much. He had a cute face and the most gorgeous eyes. Just like Sora's, now that he thought about it...

The boy smiled sleepily up at him, then groaned softly as he began to stretch out. Axel chuckled, rolling over onto his side.

"Morning, sunshine."

After a moment, the young boy sat up as well, wincing slightly from the soreness of his backside.

"Owww. God, does it always hurt this much?"

That made the redhead blink. "Have you never done this before?"

The blond shook his head, but still continued to smile. He ran his fingers over Axel's bicep lightly, moving a little closer so that he could snuggle against the redhead. "Nope. You were my first. It was pretty amazing."

Damn. He'd been a virgin. Axel looked down at him nervously. "Just out of curiosity, how old are you, kid?"

The boy frowned slightly. "I'm not a kid. I'm eighteen." Axel breathed a sigh of relief at that. He then got out of bed and immediately started looking for his clothes. He knew when he had found the boy's things because they were at least half his size in general.

"I'm glad you liked it. Now, I've got class in less than an hour, so I'm gonna have to go. There's food in the fridge if you want some, and there's a phone in the hall if you need to call a ride. It was nice meeting you...?"

"Roxas." The boy frowned again. "So you'll call me later?"

Axel paused at the door to his closet. "Huh?"

"You'll call me later, or something? Do you need my number?"

The redhead blinked. "Why would I need your number?" he asked honestly.

"Aren't you my boyfriend now?"

"BOYFRIEND?" Axel practically yelped. Axel Flynn and commitment did not go together well. No, Axel had had enough psychotic girlfriends in the past to teach him that it was better not to get attached. Roxas was a stranger to him; some kid he'd laid in a drunken haze when he probably couldn't even remember his own name. Maybe he'd be friends with the kid, but dating? That just sounded like a nightmare.

"Roxy, baby," he said as smoothly as possible, coming over to the boy's side of the bed and patting his head softly. "I'm glad you thought it was good. And you seem like a cool kid and all...But I just don't think I can do that."

The blond gaped at him, his eyes suddenly morphing to hurt and his lip quivering just slightly. "W-Why not?"

"Kid, it's not you. It's me. I'm just not the type to get tied down." Axel soothed, rubbing the boy's shoulder comfortingly. He grimaced internally at the thought of having screwed one of the clingy, romantic types, but kept a warm, apologetic smile on his face. "At least not yet. You understand, right?"

"I-I can't believe it." Roxas's shoulders hunched and he brought his hands up as he started to sob, shying away from Axel as he curled in on himself. "N-No. No, you told me it would be alright! You told me you loved me!"

Axel winced. Damn not being able to remember that night!

"Roxy, I didn't even know your name until a few minutes ago."

Apparently that was the wrong thing to say, because Roxas let out an even louder sob and pulled his knees up to his chest, hugging them tightly.

Axel didn't know what to do. "Babe..."

Amid the sobbing, Axel heard the strained whisper. It was both pained and disbelieving. "I just fucked a guy who didn't know my name..."

It sounded so broken, like Axel had killed his puppy or something. The redhead was really at a loss now. He felt bad for the kid, he really did; he'd never seen someone so upset like this before. All of his partners, drunk or not, had never complained the next morning. If Axel was lucky, they didn't steal anything after he left either. But Roxas sounded like all of his hopes had been resting on this, and that now things would never get better. Some people said your first time was supposed to be important, but Axel never took that seriously. It was such a joke really!

The redhead wanted to comfort the boy, and reassure him somehow, but he was not going to give up his single streak for anyone yet, and certainly not for a boy he just met. Glancing at his watch, Axel winced at the time. He needed to get going for class.

"Listen, Rox," he said, as nicely as he could. The boy seemed ridiculously delicate now. "I have to go to class. Like right now. You can leave your number if you want, but I just don't want you to get your hopes up. You seem like a nice kid. Maybe we could be friends or..." What else they could be, he didn't want to guess. He hoped that if they had to be friends, it would be the facebook type that chat with you in few word sentences maybe once or twice a week. Hopefully the kid wouldn't be a facebook stalker type.

Roxas looked up at him, his eyes suddenly burning with furious tears. He pushed Axel's hands away and shoved the covers off, looking for his clothes in a huff. Axel wanted to chuckle as he watched the boy stomp around, but held silent. Didn't this kid have any dignity?

"Roxy, baby-"

"SHUT UP!" the blond yelled as he hurriedly dressed himself. He found a pair of pants on the floor that were clearly Axel's and chucked them hard at his face. To the boy's limited satisfaction, they made contact.

"Rox-"

"LEAVE ME ALONE! I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN!"

Axel couldn't argue with that. When he just shrugged, that seemed to be the boy's breaking point. One hard slap to the cheek and door slam later, Axel was left standing, bewildered, in his apartment, half-dressed, half-awake, and in desperate need of a drink already.

And it was only 9:30 a.m.