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The pressure of being sandwiched between a stucco wall and a chiseled body was intoxicating. The searing slide of tongue over tongue made him forget, made him want to stay pressed against this hard, uncomfortable wall for all eternity. As the hand resting on his cheek began a tantalizing dance lower, he lost all thoughts except how this felt. As the hand reached his hip, realized it wasn't stopping. Lower and lower it crept, ever so slowly. He lost all sense of time and reason. And than-
"ROXAS!" a sharp voice rang out, jarring Roxas from his thoughts.
He sat up sharply, so sharply in fact that his knees hit the bottom of the desk.
"Daydreaming again?" the teacher glaring down at him snapped
"Of course not Mr. Osman." Roxas stammered, amazed at the huskiness of his voice.
More like remembering...
"Well than, if you weren't dreaming, im sure you wouldn't ming evaluating the following equation for the class." he said, pointing crisply to the board.
"It's...umm..." Roxas began.
B-R-R-I-N-G
The shrill ringing of the bell signaling the end of class brought on another disapproving look from Mr.Osman.
"Once again, you lucked out Roxas. Class, read Chapter 6 and evaluate the problems at the end." He glared after the students filing out his classroom door.
Walking across the green, Roxas looked around. Hands suddenly grasping his shoulders from behind startled him so much, he nearly dropped his books.
"Hey buddy, jumpy much this morning?" said the voice from behind him.
"Don't do that Axel!" Roxas said, attempting to add anger to his voice. As he turned around to face the smiling youth who still had his shoulder, he realized he had failed.
As Roxas' gaze traveled from the smiling face, to the muscled chest clad in a tight fitting black t-shirt, and increasingly lower. He heard a chuckle and his eyes shot up. Axel's grim widened even more as a slight blush and sheepish grin made its way onto Roxas' face.
As their eyes connected, the grins slowly slipped off both their faces. Leaning toward each other ever so slowly, the voices in the background fading into nothing. One more inch to go, almost there, eyes closed...
"Hey Roxas!" a deep voice quickly broke them apart.
As Hayden sauntered over, the guys looked over at each other and groaned. Ignoring Axel, he directed his next comment at Roxas.
"So, you want to go with us to lunch?"
"We have plans." Axel interjected, pointedly glaring at Hayden.
Grabbing Roxas' hand, Axel began to pull him in the direction of his waiting Porsche. Roxas, stumbling after Axel, looked over his shoulder at Hayden and waved apologetically at the fading figure.