Invading Roxas' Personal Space
Summary: PDAs and Roxas don't mix but Axel's not the type to give up easily.
Whenever they went out somewhere – anywhere – in public together, Axel's arm was always slung around Roxas' shoulders. Even if it was the 2 minute walk to the supermarket to get some milk, there they would be, standing in queue, Axel's fingers playing with the tips of Roxas's hair.
It was a platonic enough gesture, so that had anybody looked their way – would've simply assumed them to be good friends. Roxas preferred it this way, although it had taken a while to convince Axel to behave as such.
Initally Axel had been keen on trying out handholding. The attempt had ended quickly.
"What are you doing?" Roxas had demanded, wrenching his hand out of Axel's which had snaked around and clamped down on his at least 10 times already.
"Why, I'm trying to hold hands with you, Rox."
"No thanks." Digging his hands into his pockets, to make them less attainable, Roxas looked over at Axel, who didn't appear at all deterred.
Reaching over and trying to tug his left hand out, Axel huffed.
"Roxas, it's not that difficult a concept."
"I said no."
"If you would just –" Tugging at the boy's arm, Axel aimed a glare Roxas' way. "Seriously, what is your problem? It's just holding hands. Are you scared of what people will think?"
"Of course not." Roxas bit back, "I'm just curious as to what point you started mistaking me for a 14 year old girl."
"... Are we seriously fighting over your masculine pride?"
"I don't want to hold hands, not because it's you, but because I'm a guy and don't like holding hands with anybody!"
"Ok then." Axel relented, in a small voice.
Roxas would've liked to have thought that was the end of it – but this was Axel, who was never going to make anything easy for him.
About a week later, Axel tried again (as suspected by Roxas). This time however he went for Roxas' waist.
"Do you honestly think that if I don't want to hold hands I'll want you grabbing my waist?"
Axel grunted as Roxas elbowed him in the stomach.
"Can't we compromise?" Roxas urged, ignoring the occasional stare he'd receive from random pedestrians from having an odd redhead trailing after him, looking miserable, "How about we try keeping our hands off each other?"
At the reluctant grunt Axel made, Roxas took that as a yes.
Another week later and Axel was sick of the no-touching policy. The next time they went out, Axel draped his arm over Roxas's shoulders and tucked the boy snugly into his side.
When Roxas went to object, Axel simply talked over him.
"Roxas, I don't really care what neurotic little excuse you have against this. Normally I give into you ... but this is one of the few things I won't – I refuse to." Leaning closer, he lowered his voice, "If you think I can stay in close proximity without wanting to touch you, you've got another thing coming."
Roxas was fighting back a smile, Axel could tell.
"Besides, it's not like you're against me touching you at home. In bed ... on the kitchen counter ... on the couch ... in the shower ..." Axel's voice grew louder the more impressed he became with recalling their sexual encounters.
"Enough!" Roxas said, embarrassment evident by the slight tinge of pink on his cheeks. Burying his face into Axel's side, making Axel have to restrain the desire to kiss him on the spot, Roxas muffled, "This'll have to do."
That was enough for Axel.
A/N: Yes it's short and yes it's lame and yes it's crap. I know. Shut up. Wrote it on the train... Still yay! At least I finally managed to write something short enough for a oneshot. Huzzah.