Disclaimer: KH would be screwed if I created it. There'd be zero plotline, and Axel and Roxas would've gotten married. Sora would've been the flower girl.
Pairings: AkuRoku, for which I am a shameless junkie and forever shall be. AMEN.
Dedication: Dubious.Mischief.Maker. Becuase she thought it was funneh.
Whatever he wants
It wasn't that Axel was completely obsessed with sex, honestly. It wasn't as if he spent all his time forcing his boyfriend to do the nasty, and then lollopped off to go find a nice hooker for the next hour or so. Contrary to popular belief, the redhead hadn't even had the experience. He'd rather wait ages and do it with someone he could actually stand than rush it and not even remember the boy's (or girl's) name afterwards.
Axel Nanase was not a horn dog.
But could he be blamed when he felt just a tad disgruntled when Roxas paused a hot!make-out session to tell him that he could really, really go for some ice cream right about now?
"Are you serious, Roxy?"
"Mmm. Yes." The blonde said thoughtfully, untangling himself from his cherry-haired boyfriend's long limbs. "It's hot out…and Pence said something about this place that sells really good sea salt ice cream…"
Axel's brain immediately panicked at the thought of Roxas's departure, and he wound his arms around the shorter boy's waist, tugging him back down into his lap. He nuzzled his face into Roxas's neck, hands finding their way into the blue-eyes boy's back pockets.
"Aren't I better than ice cream?"
A beat passed, and for a second, Axel felt pretty confident.
(But we all know that Roxas's first love is sea salt ice cream. Axel comes second. Sorry, love.)
"No."
Axel dredged up a world-weary sigh, leaning back against the armrest of the couch to tug Roxas even closer. God, this sucked. The one time he managed to secure someone, he was more attached to ice cream than him. It really ought to be a no-brainer; ice cream couldn't suck face. Axel could, and he thought he excelled at it, thank you very much.
"I hate ice cream," he said sourly. Stupid dairy product. How dare you think you're better than me? At least I won't make Roxy fat. Take that, you frigid bitch!
"I love it," Roxas mumbled into the inwardly ranting redhead's arm. "So creamy…delicious…God, I could go for a double scoop right now…" He pressed closer to Axel, allowing his tongue to trail lazily from the curve of his ear to his jaw.
Axel shivered, not thinking much more than Geez, why's his tongue so cold?
(No, seriously.)
But he completely lost it when Roxas practically molded his body to Axel's and whispered in his ear, "It's practically orgasmic."
Hands splayed themselves on Axel's stomach, pulling the hem of his favorite shirt upwards. The baby blue eyes fixed themselves on his own jade green ones, lips pursed, looking so adorable that he ought to have been fined. The redhead lunged forward, knocking Roxas flat onto his back and attached his lips to the blonde's. The sunny-haired boy smiled into the kiss, pulling Axel by his hair.
"…Axel?"
"Yeah?"
"Let's go get some ice cream, okay?"
Axel scowled. For the love of all that was holy, he was this close to ripping off Roxas's fricking annoying-adorable-irresistible lips and stuffing them in a fucking jelly jar, and then he could have his wicked way with the younger boy, ice cream or not.
Roxas must've been telepathic, because his hand shot out, gripping Axel in a very sensitive spot.
"Ice cream, bitch. Now."
A/N: It's a prelude of sorts to my RokuHayn one-shot, 'Food for Thought', that's the deal withthe ice-cream. If you ask me it's pretty darn predictable; Roxas is always eating sea salt ice cream.
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