A/N: Revised as of 6.18.09.

C h a p s t i c k A n d B l o o m

A tongue darted out to moisten horribly dry lips. His finger's tightened their grip on another hand too softly to notice.

The sun was setting dimly across town, leaking into Roxas' window, both illuminating and casting shadows on the bedposts. At one point the blanket had been pulled up to cover his torso, barely covering the other's waist. He wasn't sure if Roxas had gone to sleep yet or if he was as wide awake as he was -

- He didn't like to bottom, if he had actually given any thought to it, but Roxas didn't give him much of a choice -

When Hayner blinked, the room grew even quieter. He half expected himself to be asking if it had really happened. He weakly fisted the sheets, still questioning if it had been a -

Roxas' moans still rang dully in his mind

Hayner swallowed hollowly.

"R...Roxas?"

"Hmm."

It took him a moment, his tongue once again licking his lips.

"Did that just...?"

The question sounded great as it played in his head.

"Uh-huh."

And all was quiet again, except for the replays of the oh GOD's and the begs and pleas for more... These were making it increasingly hard to relax.

His body tensed, fingers grasping suddenly at the hand clasped in his. Roxas turned onto his side, one hand propping his head while the other pressed on exposed skin.

"Are you okay...?"

Hayner glanced down at the younger boy-

- harder, harder, oh my god -

He just looked back up at the ceiling and sighed. He shut his eyes as a smile made its way to his lips.

"Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?"

He felt the younger boy make his way on top of him and his hands move the blanket down his chest.

"You seem...tense."

Hayner glanced down and was thankful the blanket was still covering his junk.

Every sign Hayner had missed, every inconspicuous touch, every lingering gaze came crashing down on him. His eyes closed again and his lips curled into a smile. Roxas' lips came down to meet his a few seconds later, a kiss too chaste to be innocent, too needing to be neglected. A tongue darted out to moisten horribly dry lips and Hayner played along, letting it enter his mouth as submissively as he could.

-End