"Axel,
look at the map. We're lost."
"Roxas, we're not lost.
We're just taking a small detour."
"Yeah, right through the
middle of nowhere." Roxas scowled, slouching lower in his seat,
watching the bland, desert scenery pass by with disdain. He knew he
should've stayed behind the wheel when they had taken a break at
the last gas station, but, alas, the call of nature had risen, and he
had to take care of it. Axel had been raring to go and ready to drive
when he had gotten back.
"Axel, will you just look at the damn
map! I'm pretty sure Naminé doesn't live in the middle of a
desert!"
"Of course she doesn't! She lives outside of the
desert, in a nice little white house with picket fencing all around
it." The blonde opened his mouth to argue, but decided against it;
even he knew Naminé lived in a blue
house, with flowers around the house, thanks to Marluxia. He had
always questioned the pink-haired, flower loving man's sexuality,
and his sanity at times, but he was actually good for her. She needed
a little variety in her life, and Marluxia was just the person to do
it. Instead, he decided to let Axel be happy getting them more lost
than they already were. Yawning, he grasped a small lever on the side
of his seat, putting it all the way back, and curled into a ball.
He'd chew Axel out when he woke up…
"Whaddyawant?"
Came the groggy reply as Axel gently shook Roxas awake, with a sense
of hesitancy.
"Um…Know anything about flat tires?"
"You
fucking idiot. You did not blow out a tire while we're still lost."
He growled into the seat, refusing to turn and face the red-head.
"I
sort of…Did." Came the slender teen's shaky response. "I did
call Demyx, though! So we're not out of luck!"
"Oh, like
Demyx knows how to fix a tire? You probably interrupted him while he
was sucking face with Zexion. You know how they are about that."
"He
did sound out of breath when he answered…" A sigh of frustration
escaped the short blonde as he sat back up, returning the seat to its
normal position. He then proceeded to crawl into the backseat, where
a cooler had been placed at the beginning of their trip. Axel stared
at Roxas in confusion, wondering what in the world his companion was
doing.
"Are those…Roxas! I was saving those for when we got
to Marluxia's house!" A mischievous glint flashed across the
intense blue eyes of the blonde, as he slowly unwrapped the bar of
salt sweet goodness, watching Axel the whole time. Slowly, almost
painfully by the look in those unnaturally green eyes, Roxas worked
his way around the ice cream, working his tongue as best he could.
After slowly pulling the blue ice cream bar slowly from his mouth for
the third time, Axel groaned, and crawled back into the driving seat,
and trained his eyes toward the road. Not about to let Axel get away
with this turn of events, he casually got out of the backseat, and
back into the passenger side, continuing his devouring of the ice
cream.
"Roxas…Stop. Whatever you're trying to do, it's not
going to work." With a seductive smirk, said blonde leaned over,
ice cream in mouth, and got in the red-head's line of vision.
"Oh,
won't it, Axel?" He spoke in a husky tone, after removing the ice
cream from his mouth.
"You have a little on your chin…"
Roxas moved away as Axel leaned in to lick it off, wagging a finger
at him.
"Ah ah ah. None for you." He seated himself once more
in the passenger seat, working the bar of Sea Salt Ice Cream for all
it was worth until it was gone. The lanky teen snatched his wrist,
stopping him from grabbing another bar of ice cream.
"For the
love of everything hot and spicey, please don't grab another
one."
"I thought you said it wasn't effecting you? Why not
let me grab another one?" Slowly, Axel let go of the teen's
wrist, seemingly indifferent to Roxas' sudden change in ice cream
eating style. The look in his striking eyes told Roxas otherwise. So,
with another bar of sweet, salty goodness in his possession, he
continued his odd eating style, until Axel could take it no more.
With the aggression of a predator taking down it's prey, said teen
moved with the swiftness of a cheetah, pressing Roxas against the
seat in a heated kiss. Caught by surprise, the blonde flailed
momentarily, until his hands found their place, just above the
willowy red-head's hips. Uncomfortable with his back rammed against
the dashboard, Axel grabbed the seat lever, and pulled, causing the
seat to crash backward under the weight. This did nothing to disrupt
the pair from their current activity, however. The ice cream had long
since slipped to the floor of the car, melting away into a pool of
pale blue.
Somehow, slowly but surely, the passionate pair had
moved into the backseat, the cooler now on the floor, along with a
pair of shirts, soon to be joined by the blonde's pants, if Axel
could ever get the annoyance called a belt to part company with them.
The red-head's plans were soon interrupted by a rough knock on the
window, startling both of them. Axel smacked the back of his head on
the roof of the car, while the blonde beneath him searched
frantically for his shirt.
"Demyx?! What the fuck, dude!" Said
musician smirked goofily at his shirtless friend, while a
slate-haired teen took up a spot beside him, observing the scene with
indifference.
"You could've fucking honked, or something! I
could've cracked my skull open!" A string of incoherent curses
followed the red-head out of the car. Roxas made a dash for the
passenger seat, his shirt ruffled, but on and covering his torso.
After a few choice words, near misses with the crowbar, and a new
tire later, Axel and Roxas were off to their destination once again,
leaving Demyx and Zexion to go their separate way. Or not.
"Now,"
the slate-haired teen turned to his taller companion, a determined
look in the eye that wasn't covered by hair, "Where were we?"