Maybe it was the lighting, or maybe it was the odd art deco decor, but with each drink Roxas had the more this bar reminded him of the one in The Shining. It wasn't that creepy when he'd chosen the place, but he had been sober then, and he most definitely wasn't now. He was getting increasingly worried that he was hallucinating the entire thing.

The feeling of Axel's gentle hand on his shoulder startled him, dragging him kicking and screaming back to reality. His best friend's brows were drawn together in a worried frown.

"Rox, you've been watching the same ice cube melt for like… twenty minutes," he said, his cheeks and nose looking particularly rosey and eyes looking slightly glassy. He didn't seem like he was any less drunk than Roxas was, though Roxas was unfortunately quite the light weight, and by his third Long Island iced tea, he was pretty fucked up.

He was feeling pleasantly warm and woozy, a welcome relief from the agonizing ache of a broken heart.

"Please don't be mad…."

How could he not be? But he wasn't mad at Namine. No, he was more mad at the universe than anything else.

"It's 'kay. I'm fine," he replied, sounding decidedly not fine. His words sounded like they were all glued together and in saying them he had only managed to unglue them partially. Axel's frown deepened.

"You don't sound fine." He chewed nervously at his bottom lip, eyes flicking from Roxas to his empty glass. "And no offense, but you look worse than you sound."

Roxas was sitting on the squeaky bar stool crumpled in on himself, his body bent forward with his elbows resting on the bar.

"Roxas… I'm pretty sure I'm gay."

He needed another drink…

"Don't be upset, but… I think we both might be."

"Thanks," He mumbled, smiling weakly as he looked at the redhead sideways. It was the first time he had smiled all night, but it wasn't long before the smile faded into a look of grief. He slumped even farther forward, his head hitting the cool marble surface of the bar with a thunk. "We've been together for so long… Never imagined not bein' with her," he croaked, his voice muffled due to the fact that his face was being smushed into the bar. "S'all my fault…"

He and Namine had been dating for a little over a year, but they'd been friends since they were in diapers. Ever since they were kids, people gushed about how cute they were together… It just felt like it was supposed to be that way.

Namine apparently thought differently.

Roxas couldn't argue with her, not when she was crying. Not when she was trembling. Not when she looked so… lost. And it wasn't like he could tell her she had it wrong. Her feelings were her own, and she knew herself better than he did.

Though she didn't have to imply that Roxas was gay too… That only made things more confusing and awful.

"Dunno, Rox," Axel replied, pausing to stare at his fingertips. Settling his gaze back on his best friend, he continued. "Not like it's your fault or anything… I mean, if she's a lesbian, there's no changing that." He paused, apparently puzzling over how harsh it ended up sounding. "Maybe it'll make more sense later."

He gave the blond an awkward pat on the back, seemingly unsure how to properly respond and too drunk to figure it out. Roxas moaned dolefully, but made no attempt to move.

They had become best friends Axel's senior year of high school and Roxas' sophomore year. Axel had been forced to retake algebra 2, and Roxas just so happened to be really good at math.

Axel credited Roxas as the sole reason he graduated with his class, though Roxas attributed it more to the fact that Axel had a better attention span when it was just the two of them and less to his tutelage.

Ever since, they were always sort of a package deal. Roxas ended up going to the same college as Axel did, and Axel ended up working at a coffee shop near campus after he graduated, meaning Roxas did a lot of cramming and whining there during his free time.

Axel ended up dealing with a lot of Roxas' whining, but he had always been nice about it and he gave decent advice. Ever since high school, Axel was the first person he'd go to with pretty much everything.

That was probably why he was the first person Roxas called after Namine broke things off.

Axel sighed, struggling to drag his ragdoll of a best friend out of the bar before he ended up passing out. The bartender was watching them with a scrutinizing gaze, probably to see if they were going to actually attempt to drive in their haggard state. Axel struggled to call an uber with his free hand while simultaneously trying to help Roxas to his feet.

"C'mon Rox you've gotta help me out," he huffed, trying his hardest to lift Roxas' dead weight. He didn't seem to notice, at first, that he was tipping sideways until he had to grapple for purchase on the bar stool to avoid going down like a ton of bricks. Having god knows how many fireball shots was probably not the most well thought-out plan he'd ever made.

Luckily, Roxas decided to stop being a marionette and start walking for himself, albeit clumsily, and together they left the bar. They stumbled the entire way. Roxas had a death grip on Axel's arm, but he didn't seem to mind.

The fresh air was nice, and slightly sobering. The sky was pitch black, but there were neon signs for the local businesses as far as the eye could see which lit up the night in their fluorescent glory. Roxas took a deep, ragged breath.

"'I'm such a fuckin' dumbass," he said, staring at his reflection in a murky puddle. "Should'a seen it comin'."

"No you're not," Axel argued. Roxas tipped to the side, leaning into his warmth. The night was chilly, but Axel was always warm. "How were you s'posed to know when she didn't even know"

He released the man's arm, his hand somehow finding its way to Axel's. Part of him expected him to yank it away, but he merely responded by giving Roxas' hand a squeeze in return.

"She thinks I might be gay too. What's that s'posed to mean?" Roxas asked, looking up at the blackened sky like he thought it would give him an answer.

"Think it means she thinks you might be gay, Rox," he replied, taking a deep breath of the fresh air. Roxas elbowed him hard, trying to ignore the churning in his stomach.

"Yeah but why would she think that?" Roxas asked, red faced and distressed. "I thought things were good."

"Maybe she like… saw herself in you or something," Axel answered, shrugging a shoulder. "Like… All the signs that led her to realizing she's gay. Maybe she saw 'em in you too."

"Yeah, but how could she see things I can't even see?" It didn't make sense, he loved Namine. Namine was a girl. He couldn't be gay if he fell in love with a girl! "Jus'… not cut out for this relationship thing," he continued, attempting to kick a pebble but missing entirely and flinging his leg into thin air instead. "Tried, but guess 's just not gonna work out for me." He frowned. "Gonna hafta' find a new place to live now too. Damn."

He said it as if it were an afterthought. It would just be too weird going back there after what happened.

"You can stay with me for a lil' while," Axel offered, blinking several times in an attempt to get his eyes to focus. "Saix is still on vacation."

Roxas stared at him blankly, turning the words around in his brain until they clicked.

He was already weak when it came to Axel. The redhead had talked him into more stupid and risky things than he could count. The fact that he was currently also very drunk didn't help matters. But it was either that or spend the next few months couchsurfing, and that seemed like a lot of added stress that his poor lovelorn soul didn't need right now.

"Yeah… Yeah, okay, maybe for a little while," he decided, promising himself that he would start looking for a place of his own the minute he was sober enough to actually type a coherent sentence.

They waited there for a while, standing on the rain dampened sidewalk with their fingers intertwined until their ride finally arrived. Their rideshare driver, a middle aged man who was badly balding, glared at them suspiciously, but was kind enough not to comment.

Roxas' stomach lurched the minute the car started, and he tried to ignore the feeling by looking out the window. Unfortunately watching the world whiz by at 40 MPH only made him more nauseous, so he ended up closing his eyes and leaning against Axel instead. He might have fallen asleep like that, with his head pillowed on the redhead's shoulder, had the bumpy road not been wreaking havoc on his stomach.

They had almost made it to the apartment, which was only a little ways away, and they probably would have if it weren't for one fateful pothole.

When they hit the pothole the look on Roxas' ashen face said it all, and Axel was barely able to scoot away in time before be proceeded to vomit all over the seat of the car. The car which came to an immediate stop as the driver demanded they leave at once.

Roxas was still looking green as they walked the last two blocks to Axel's apartment, but the redhead was laughing hysterically.

"It wasn't that funny," Roxas said, but Axel was still laughing.

"You shoulda' seen the look on your face." He cackled. "Oh that guy was so mad."

"Prob'ly woulda' been less mad if you hadn't moved," he said, which only made the taller man laugh harder.

"Yeah but then you woulda' barfed in my lap," he snorted, lightly bumping Roxas with his shoulder. "I'd rather walk the rest of the way than ride in a barfy smellin' car with your puke in my lap."

The fresh air was good considering Roxas had been dangerously close to vomiting for a second time. His stomach was still churning, his long island iced teas apparently not sitting well. It probably didn't help that not only did he drink too much, but he hadn't had anything to eat. He'd definitely be paying for that later.

It didn't take them long, even as drunk as they were, to get to Axel's apartment. The hardest part of their journey was getting up the stairs, as the redhead lived on the second floor. He unlocked the front door and led his friend inside before closing it behind them and dropping his keys on the counter.

Roxas collapsed in a heap on his sofa.

"Gonna' be 'lone forever," he whined pitifully into the upholstery. "She was perfect."

Axel sighed, patting Roxas' shoulder a bit more roughly than he'd probably been meaning to.

"Thas' not true," he assured him, though he didn't seem to have control of the volume of his voice anymore. "Ya' gotta give it time s'all. Neither of you'd be very happy if she hadn't told you the truth."

Had he been sober, Roxas would have cringed at how cliche he sounded. Give it time, there are plenty of fish in the sea… Those awful platitudes only made it seem more real.

"I'll never love again," he groaned dramatically, roughly grinding the heels of his hands into his eyes.

He felt so empty. Being broken up with was unexpected enough, but adding all of this on top of it? He felt like it was all some sort of mean prank.

"Knock it off Rox." Axel grabbed the blond by the wrists and yanked his hands away from his face before he made what was probably the beginning of a pretty awful migraine even worse.

Cloudy blue eyes settled on Axel's face. His expression was almost stern, but it seemed he was a little too drunk to achieve the expression fully. His eyeliner looked really nice… Roxas wondered how he got it looking so even. Upon further examination of Axel's face, the blond had to fight the urge to reach out touch it.

His foggy mind began replaying Namine's words again, over and over. Why would she think he was gay? He didn't think he was gay. He thought he was straight… But he also thought Namine was straight, and look how that turned out. How did one even really know for sure anyway?

He thought Namine was pretty. And Xion was pretty. Anyone with eyes could see that Axel was good looking, and he could begrudgingly see why Sora was attracted to Riku…

Axel's roommate wasn't bad looking either. Most of his friends weren't.

But thinking that didn't make him gay.

At least, he didn't think it did. He didn't know what it made him, actually.

Maybe he could test it out, to see if he was or not.

With that thought in mind, the blond simply surged forward and pressed their lips together. Both of them momentarily froze before Roxas realized what he'd done and jerked back, covering his mouth with one of his hands. His stomach flip flopped and his ears burned.

I'm such an asshole, he thought, his mind reeling.

Axel just stared blankly as if his brain had finally given up and shut down completely. Roxas shook his head and slapped his cheeks in an attempt to sober up at least a little.

What a fucking stupid thing to do… Yeah, they were close. Yeah, both of them were pretty touchy guys. But he didn't even ask first, he had no way of knowing if he'd be cool with it or not.

"I'm gonna' get us some water or somethin'," Axel mumbled, lumbering off to the kitchen. It was a solid idea, they needed to get hydrated stat so their killer hangover would be a little less killer.

Roxas watched as he retreated, at war with himself as his chest burned with an unfamiliar ache. He wanted to prove Namine wrong, truly, but he also wanted be sure. Because if he was being entirely honest with himself this was definitely not the first time he'd caught himself looking at Axel's ass.

Which he thought was normal; he didn't have to be gay to think Axel was attractive...

Axel filled two glasses and gulped the liquid down with gusto. Once he was finished he filled his glass again and turned to bring Roxas his.

Roxas' face had twisted into a complicated expression. His eyes were fixed on Axel, weighing the pros and cons of his experiment in his mind.

Pros… Well, if he was gay it would probably good to know. And if he wasn't he would have the satisfaction of telling Namine she was wrong. Plus kissing Axel wasn't that bad, if he was going to try this with anyone he'd rather it be him.

Cons… Tomorrow might be weird, provided he remembered any of it. Axel might get mad at him. And if he was gay he didn't know what to do with that information.

"Geez Rox, you don't have to go undressin' me with your eyes the minute I turn my back," the redhead teased, handing him the glass and guzzling down his own. He sipped at his water slowly, eyes still pinned on the taller man.

Roxas watched in agony as his adam's apple bobbed with each swallow. The burning feeling in his chest had intensified and the room was spinning. He had come to his decision, mostly because he had tunnel vision and could only think of satiating what he vaguely realized was the ache of desire.

He leaned over to place the empty glass on the table, eyes never leaving Axel.

"I wouldn't hafta' undress you with my eyes if you let me use my hands," he said, his lips stretching into a mad-looking smile as his world rocked back and forth like a raft in a stormy sea.

As he said it, he wondered if he was joking… There was still time to play it off like a joke. He was drunk. Drunk enough to hurl in their uber home. And Axel was drunk.

He felt warm and tingly and the world was tilted slightly to the left. Or was it to the right now? It felt like he was on the fucking Titanic.

It was common sense that you don't go around sleeping with people when you're wasted, especially one of your best friends.

Especially especially when your best friend is a guy and you're not gay.

But oh, was it tempting. His ability to form a coherent thought was severely impaired, his brain function probably on par with that of a neanderthal.

He was drunk. He was probably a little horny. Axel was also hot, this he had already decided. If they were both horny and he was attracted to Axel, it seemed entirely reasonable to do something about it.

And wasn't it better that he act on his impulses with his best friend instead of some stranger?

"Is that an invitation?" Green eyes glimmered with mischief. Roxas didn't know how to respond at first. He didn't know what he was expecting, but it wasn't for Axel to play along like this. Part of him wanted to laugh it off and flee. But another part wanted to see what would happen.

He reached out, beckoning the redhead closer. He took two long steps before kneeling in front of where Roxas was sitting.

"Would you let me?" Roxas whispered breathlessly, his mouth suddenly dry as the sahara.

"I'd let you do anything to me," he purred, a dreamy smile on his face. He was drunk. Drunker than Roxas. He had to be. But Roxas was just drunk enough to grab him by his face and crush their lips together.

Axel reacted immediately, his mouth was hot and insistent. As disoriented as Roxas felt, he parted his lips in response, marveling in the feeling of his best friend's tongue sweeping through his mouth.

Was it the most skilled kiss ever? Definitely not. Was it probably in fact very clumsy and sloppy? Sure. But it was a kiss and it felt good, so Roxas threw himself into it wholeheartedly.

His body didn't feel like his own anymore, which left him just detached enough to register what he was doing without having to think about the consequences. He gripped the front of the redhead's shirt and pulled him down onto the sofa.

He climbed into Axel's lap, though his movements were far from graceful, and weaved his fingers in bright red hair. It felt soft, softer than he had imagined it would..

His sucking mouth and exploring tongue filled the blond's head with radio static. His arms were hesitantly wrapped around him, and their warmth left him feeling needier than ever.

Any and all common sense flew right out the window when the man's warm hand snaked underneath the Roxas' shirt, hovering there for a moment before traveling slowly up over his stomach to his chest. He moaned into his best friend's mouth when he began teasing one of his nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

His reaction seemed to please the redhead, his lips stretching in a wicked smirk. He continued his ministrations, exploring Roxas' chest with taunting touches that made him squirm.

This was new… He'd never realized it would feel that good. But damn did it feel good, and if Roxas couldn't gather his thoughts before he definitely wouldn't be able to now. The fact that he was enjoying the feelings of Axel's hands so much filled him with resolve.

He wanted more.

"I thought you wanted to undress me," Axel teased, holding the blond in place so he could scatter sloppy open mouthed kisses along his collarbone. The way he said it gave Roxas the sense that he could still change his mind, if he really wanted to.

He could still play it all off as a joke.

But he didn't want to do that. He was doing this in the name of science, and in his mind things were going quite well.

"Thanks for remindin' me," Roxas hummed, tugging at the hem of Axel's shirt until he lifted his arms to allow the garment to be removed and thrown to the floor.

He was immediately distracted by the bare skin, and his hands moved on their own. His skin was warm and his chest was firm. Roxas felt the compelling urge to explore every inch the man's bare chest with his hands.

The fact that he liked looking at Axel like this seemed to answer at least one question. He could definitely say for certain now that he was sexually attracted to another man. At least, to the sight of his best friend with no shirt on.

The redhead, in turn, was eyeing a sliver of flesh that peeked out from beneath the hem of Roxas' shirt, and he apparently came to the conclusion that it needed to go. He gripped it and pulled roughly, casting it aside so he could have access to the man's bare chest.

His worshipping mouth caressed every inch of exposed skin before it immediately descended on every last inch off Roxas' chest. The blond cried out at the feeling of the redhead's teeth gently scraping at one nipple while skilled fingers toyed at the other.

He hadn't expected this much foreplay, not with how drunk Axel seemed. Though he might have just been too drunk to be able to focus on more than one thing at once.

With how things were going, he had a feeling he'd only be more confused should he remember any of this tomorrow.

He'd had sex before, he was no virgin, but it was never anything to write home about. It was standard, it was nice, it was fine while it lasted.

He'd thought that was just how it was supposed to be. That was how it always was. It was good enough, and nice to do every once in a while, but it was a fleeting feeling.

Whenever he watched porn or saw a sex scene in the movies he figured it was all just over-acting to make things more interesting.

In fairness, in that case it certainly was just acting and not real people in the throes of real passion, but he was unaware that people really writhed and made a lot of noise and talked dirty in real life.

Which was why he started feeling both concerned and embarrassed at the guttural groan that escaped his lips as Axel sucked and lapped at the sensitive flesh.

"You still have most of my clothes on," he informed the taller man. "You're not lettin' me do a very good job undressing you." Axel smirked, flipping Roxas over onto his back causing him to let out a squawk of surprise as he desperately grasped for purchase. It happened so quickly it made him feel dizzy again.

"My bad," he smiled a lopsided smile, pulling back enough to let Roxas move. "By all means, continue."

Bumbling fingers busied themselves with Axel's jeans, unbuttoning them and tugging at them insistently. The redhead assisted him with their removal, quickly kicking them away as Roxas moved to grip the elastic of his boxers. He yanked at them, allowing Axel to once again help him get them off completely.

Roxas just stared at him for a moment, pale blue eyes glazed over with lust.

"Like what you see?" Axel cooed, his grin giddy and inebriated.

The blond gazed hungrily at his best friend's body. Raking them over his abs and dragging his stare down to the trail of hair that led to…

Another thing was starting to become clear. He was not at all freaked out by Axel's dick, which was surprising since he had expected he would be. He had no fucking idea whatsoever what to actually do with it, but he figured the fact that he wanted to do something with it was telling.

"I def'nitely like what I see," he purred, claiming the redhead's lips again while they both hurriedly grappled with Roxas' pants and boxers.

They admittedly got distracted, lost in a sensual dance between tongues. Roxas felt like he'd been starving in the desert and this was his first meal in weeks. It was a while before Axel pulled back, looking flushed and dazed.

"My room." He gasped, to which Roxas nodded and rolled gracelessly off the couch, grabbing Axel by the hand and dragging him.

His voice of reason must have decided he was a lost cause, because he had yet to be pestered by any nagging thoughts or feelings of regret. He pushed Axel hard onto his bed with the heel of his palm before climbing on top of the man to kiss him again.

He able to realize, albeit barely, that he was in massive trouble now. Making out with Axel was one thing, but now he was naked… They both were… And damn if it wasn't a nice view.

Axel's face was flushed a pretty pink, just as his own face probably was. Roxas ran his hands over the man's chest, tracing the outline of his ribcage. He was lanky, but toned, and he got a little bit distracted staring at his best friend's body. That was definitely something he'd have to address when he was sober.

Their movements were anything but graceful being as drunk as they were. Roxas rolled onto his back, allowing the redhead to mouth his jugular. Warm hands were palming his erection, causing him to bite his lip to stifle a cry. He felt light headed and his vision was a little blurry, but his brain had no part of any of this. Not anymore.

He wrapped his legs around Axel's waist, pulling him closer until their bodies were flush. The redhead responded by rolling his hips, grinding their arousals together and causing Roxas to release a strangled cry. This seemed to spur the taller man on, and he continued thrusting his hips into Roxas'.

He had his arms wrapped tightly around Axel's chest, his face buried into his sternum. He felt the redhead's burning hand wrap around both of their dripping cocks and start pumping, quickly and clumsily as he mouthed the tender spot of flesh behind the blond's ear.

They were both panting and writhing, and there was a while where Roxas' brain checked out all together. It could have lasted a few minutes, a few seconds, a few hours… There was no telling. The last thing he really registered was choking out a garbled moan as he spilled into Axel's hand. He gripped the redhead's upper arms like a vice as he rode out his orgasm.

Once he could breathe again, he became keenly aware of the fact that Axel was still hard. He was looking thoughtfully at his hand, which was dripping with Roxas' come. Making eye contact, he slowly and deliberately licked his hand clean, causing the blond's brain to short circuit.

He had absolutely no reason to do that, but he did and by god Roxas was hard again in record time.

"Fuck me," he whispered, unable to tear his eyes away from Axel. He laughed, causing Roxas' face to burn.

"Gladly," he growled, his mouth descending on Roxas' neck again. He couldn't breathe. There was just no way to get enough air in his lungs like this.

"I've never… Ah-" he gasped, roughly gripping a fistful of cherry red hair in his hands. His brain was mush. "Never done this before." He was starting to feel nervous now, though the feeling was definitely muted by the alcohol. If he weren't as inebriated as he was that moment he would have jumped out the window.

He knew what gay sex entailed. He'd seen porn, and Axel wasn't exactly secretive when it came to the weird sexual shenanigans he gotten himself into.

Axel pulled away, vibrant green eyes studying his face.

"I'm not gonna' make you or anything," he assured him, his playful tone melting into seriousness. His reassurance helped ease Roxas' anxiety, if only a little.

It solidified the fact that if he wanted to do this, now was the time. Axel was his best friend, and Axel would be careful. They were equally drunk, and he didn't have to worry about being taken advantage of. Axel probably wouldn't get mad at him for it tomorrow, and Axel had known he was gay since high school so he was probably experienced enough.

"I know you're not," Roxas touched his face, tracing his cheekbone with his thumb. "I want to. I'm just kinda' nervous," he smiled sheepishly, and Axel's expression was hard to read. His answer was a kiss, chaste compared to the others. It was a very satisfying kiss all the same, just lips pressed to lips.

He pulled back with a sigh.

"You've got nothin' to be nervous about. It's just me," His dopey smile was back, and it made Roxas' stomach flip flop again.

"Just you, huh?" He gulped, mindlessly dragging his pointer finger along Axel's collarbone. "You goin' easy on me, Ax?" the redhead hummed, dipping his head down to kiss Roxas again. Languidly, as if he were savoring it.

"Depends on how you define 'goin' easy,'" he replied, fingers trailing over his ribcage. "I can be gentle and still make you scream." The tone of his voice was playful, but there was something salacious about the look in his eyes.

"Oh yeah?" Roxas tugged at the redhead's lower lip with his teeth, murmuring his words into his mouth. "Make me scream."

That seemed to flip a switch in Axel, who was immediately kissing him again. It was slow and deliberate, his hot mouth and teasing tongue caused Roxas' mind to go to screensaver again. The wet sound of kissing set bottle rockets off in his stomach for reasons he couldn't pinpoint.

Did kissing usually turn him on this much? Was it because he was so drunk?

Axel pulled away from the kiss, causing the blond to release a displeased grunt from the back of his throat. He didn't have enough time to complain before the man's mouth was on him again, placing burning open mouthed kisses down his chest and over his stomach. His hands were on Roxas' hips, thumbs rubbing back and forth on his hip bones as he kissed a freckle on his lower abdomen.

"Rox, there's lube in the drawer," His breath was hot on kiss dampened skin. "Think you could grab it for me?" Roxas felt his face flame, and was momentarily overcome with nervousness. His fight or flight response was kicking in, and he had the fight the urge to push his best friend away and run for it.

He wanted this. It was new, and scary, and out of his comfort zone. But he was pretty sure that he wanted this. He was turned on, at the very least he wanted to do something about it.

He reached over to fumble around in the drawer in Axel's bedside table, finally returning triumphant with the lube in hand. He handed it to Axel, who offered a dreamy looking smile in return.

He looked drunk, drunk, drunk. That was probably for the best.

"You uh… do you know how it works? The sex, I mean," he was frowning, eyes unfocused. Roxas nodded.

"Y-yeah I think so," then, after thinking about it he added, "It uh… might be good if you explained it for me."

"Yeah… yeah, okay." Axel nodded, popping the cap and slicking his fingers with lube. Roxas swallowed the lump in his throat. "I'm going to use my fingers first… and I was thinkin' about giving you a blowjob if that's okay with you and all."

Even Axel sounded a little nervous, which didn't make sense. He was always so cool and collected. He could handle the bawdiest subjects with composure and ease. Though if the words made Roxas blush, he could see how saying them might be even more embarrassing.

"That s-sounds good," he licked his lips, willing his heart to beat normally. The redhead responded by pressing his lips to Roxas' pelvis, tracing the seam of his ass with his index finger.

He didn't feel scared. Mostly he just felt… Weird. He was a little worried, it was a no brainer that it probably wouldn't feel great to start. And Axel, well he was nothing to sneeze at. Plus, both of them being as drunk as they were left a lot of room for error. He was a little afraid Axel would think he was a bad lay.

Luckily he wasn't allowed anymore time for overthinking when his best friend gently took hold of his aching cock and began placing warm sucking kisses along the length of it.

"Oh- Oh holy… Mm- shit," Roxas moaned loudly, almost kicking his best friend in the head when his leg spasmed. Axel dragged his tongue from base to tip, tongue circling his cockhead and toying with his slit before he took the entire thing in his mouth.

Axel held his hips down with one hand as he slowly began bobbing his head. With his other hand he gently pressed his finger inside, thankfully stopping for a moment so the blond could get acclimated to the bizarre feeling.

Whenever he added a new finger he would swallow around the head of Roxas' weeping erection, wiping his mind of any thoughts of discomfort or strangeness. His fingers had woven themselves in Axel's hair, holding him into place.

He was aware of the feeling of being stretched, of being filled in a way he'd never experienced before. He couldn't decide if the feeling was good or bad.

"Mmm- F-fuck… Ah-" when Axel crooked his finger he brushed something that caused him to cry out, biting down on the back of his hand to stifle the noise. This time he did hit Axel in the face with his knee, but he didn't seem to notice.

His noises seemed to please the redhead, who doubled down with his tantalizing mouth and skilled fingers until Roxas thought he was going to pass out. He tugged hard on his best friend's hair, causing him to thankfully pause what he was doing and pull back. He looked at the blond, his questioning gaze clouded over with lust.

"I was… Shit- G-going to come again," he explained breathlessly.

"And that's a bad thing… why?" Axel blinked, not quite comprehending what he was trying to say. Roxas covered his face with his arm, groaning into it.

"Cuz' you promised to make me scream and unless you're all talk..." he moved his arm slightly so he could see the redhead and quirked his eyebrow, causing Axel to chuckle warmly.

He had come this far damn it. He was going to finish what he started.

He wanted to be thorough and he was so close to finally having some semblance of an answer. Yeah, getting off from another guy touching you was pretty gay, but if he could go all the way… That would answer his questions without leaving any doubt.

"A promise is a promise," Axel pulled away, and Roxas felt extremely displeased by this. Warm hands gripped his thighs, hitching his legs up. It was a little uncomfortable, being bent this way, but he figured he'd get used to it. He'd come this far, after all.

The redhead braced himself with one hand on Roxas' hips and the other on one of his legs. He hissed at the strange feeling of being entered, and Axel was kind enough to allow him to adapt before going any further.

His death grip on Roxas was the only sign that he was struggling to restrain himself. The blond focused on breathing slowly, struggling to keep from hyperventilating or forgetting to breathe altogether.

"It's f-fine," he finally decided, though whether it really was fine or he was just too impatient he wasn't sure. Axel nodded, slowly thrusting in deeper and releasing a strangled groan. It looked like he didn't quite know how to breathe either.

"You good?" He asked, his voice tight. Roxas nodded, unable to speak. His thoughts were all over the place. It felt so fucking weird, indescribably weird, but it wasn't bad… and Axel was sweating, his face flushed, and it was actually kind of sexy.

Which was something he never expected to think any another man, let alone Axel.

He started gently, with slow rocking thrusts that created just enough friction. He was starting to get used to the feeling, and after a while it wasn't enough anymore.

"Ax… M-more… Please. Harder…" were he more sober he might have felt embarrassed, moaning and mewling like he belonged in a bad porno. Perhaps it was a good thing he was this drunk, he wasn't too bashful to speak his mind. He could ask for what he wanted without feeling any shame.

The redhead moaned, catching his lips in a brief kiss. That was good. Roxas wanted more of that.

"With pleasure." He said, grabbing Roxas' hips with bruising force and quickening his pace. He was going deeper now too, all the way to the hilt. He was absolutely wasted, but that had seemingly done nothing to his confidence.

Confidence that seemed absolutely warranted, though Roxas wasn't sure how good a judge he was being this drunk.

"Ahhhh... Oh- Oh god A-Axel…" he managed to rub against that spot again with one long, slow thrust, causing Roxas to see stars. He blindly grabbed for Axel, digging his fingernails into his arms.

"That feel good?" he asked breathlessly, seemingly pleased with the blond's reaction. Roxas nodded vigorously, and he pulled back and did it again. This seemed to be the magic angle, and he abused it.

"Oooooh… Y-yes, oh god yes…" Roxas couldn't control the volume of his voice anymore, shouting and squirming and clawing at his best friend.

He was going to have a lot to think about tomorrow morning. He was so close he was dripping onto his stomach, and it was Axel finally touching him that sealed his fate. His warm hand wrapped around his cock, stroking and stroking until he screamed and came for a second time that night into the redhead's hand and onto his stomach.

It only took one or two more thrusts before Axel came too, filling the blond with a new, but pleasant warmth. The redhead had to catch his breath before finally pulling out. He groped around the floor before grabbing a faded tee shirt and gently wiping the come from Roxas' stomach before getting the rest of it off of his hand.

The blond was already snuggling under his best friend's comforter. Axel quickly joined him, and Roxas was glad to be able to soak up his body heat.

"Told ya' I could make you scream," the redhead mumbled, his tone smug. Roxas was too tired to come up with a response, and that ended up being the last thing he heard before falling asleep.