A/N: Happy AkuRoku day! Just barely eking in on time with this one. It's a drabble that goes with a series of comics drawn by my Roxas, M4CI3 of deviantART, which I highly suggest you check out before you read this. It stands on its own, but they do take place immediately within the same time frame. The fic's a bit more angsty than the comics, though. ;; Anyway, enjoy! Oh, and I'm quite proud of myself--the actual story weighs in at 300 words exactly. :D
Disclaimer: No money is being made or spent. I'm too tired to come up with something funny, so go ahead and insert clever joke here.
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Axel nuzzled into Roxas' hot, sweaty chest, brushing a sweet kiss against his bicep. One hand, thinner and longer than Roxas', stroked absently at his Roxas' lower back. The younger man sighed, his chest moving under Axel's cheek.
"Do you mind telling me where that came from?" Roxas' honey voice was edged with a little dazedness. Axel, feeling absolutely ridiculous and schmoopy, let himself smile at the feel of lips moving against his hair.
"We were being so boring." Axel took a minute to enjoy the feeling of being tucked perfectly underneath Roxas' chin, a sensation his rarely experienced, considering their height difference. "Roxas, we're young. We're both still in freaking high school. We can't spend all our time together on the computer, ignoring each other, especially since I'm leaving in a week." The words stuck in his throat, bitter and hot like too much spice, and it hurt to even think them, let alone give them air and life. He was leaving. He was leaving. No matter how precious and tender these moments were, Roxas' laundry detergent and the blue of his eyes remained a tentative flicker, confined to his memories when the brief trips were done.
Roxas' arms tightened around Axel's waist, drawing him close, almost possessively. His grip was reassuring, comforting, and Axel felt the warm spread of comfort easing through him. He buried his face in Roxas' chest, letting out a little dry sob when a broad, warm hand started massaging at the back of his taut neck.
"We going to make the best of it, then?" Roxas growled, mouth suddenly against Axel's ear, his voice smoothing slickly from honey to rich, strong coffee. Then they were sinking into the sheets, pressed against each other, bare and twining slowly, and Axel let it go and breathed.