Hello, hello, hello! SQS here again bringing you a sequel to Evil Pantry Demons. I got the idea for this a while back and tried to upload it in time for Christmas, but alas, that didn't happen. It's here now, though, and I hope you like it! Warning: slight smut. Kissing. And stuff. Wink wink. Enjoy!
Sweetly,
Sugarquillscribbles
Dedicated to my guinea pigs past and present: Oscar, Panini, and Penny.
The little bastard was staring at him. Roxas swore that it was. Feigning innocence inside a little semi-translucent plastic structure that Axel called a "pigloo", Roxas could see that Niffler had one beady eye focused on his tense form. The demon knew his scent, smelled his fear. He tried not to look over, but he still had a phobia of small, panicky animals. Namely, rodents that had once camped out under his sink and made him freak out like a little girl about to piss herself.
He couldn't believe that he'd met his current boyfriend in such an embarrassing situation. But funnily enough, Axel had told him on their first date (pizza on Roxas' front porch two days after The Guinea Pig Incident) that it was "super cute" and "I totally wasn't laughing at you, man, honest". Yeah, that last part was bull, but being called super cute had made him blush.
It had been nearly three months since then. They had gone out every Saturday since their laidback first date, and every little outing left Roxas beaming and doing this stupid little happy-wiggle in the front room of his house whenever he and Axel had parted ways. He really liked this guy. He was so not as cool as he looked, which immediately helped Roxas relax. Despite the insane hair, the tattoos that dotted his body here and there, and the intimidating green eyes that were as sharp as broken glass, Axel was...a sweetheart. A goofball. An endearing, funny guy.
It was too soon for the whole love thing. Roxas knew that.
But maaaaan...did he like this guy.
That being said, this was the first time he'd ever been inside Axel's house before. He knew it was kind of weird. He literally lived next door; so why had he never come by, even briefly, even for a quick drink or cuddle or something? Roxas knew he was being a baby, but...he was a little overwhelmed. His boyfriend was right there, not even twenty feet away, separated from him only by the walls of his house, a patch of lawn, then the walls of Axel's house. It filled him with a bizarre mixture of enthusiasm and queasiness.
On one hand, Axel could be there immediately whenever he wanted to see him. No quick drive across town, no long-distance, just there within a minute, maybe even seconds. That was exciting. At the same time, Roxas harbored this worry that he would start abusing that and annoy Axel-he didn't want to be clingy. It hadn't even been three months yet, after all. No need to crowd the guy, no matter how much he liked him. They did see each other once a week, and they texted nearly constantly. So Roxas wasn't too pressed about going over for the first time.
Another reason he'd never admit to was that he feared the unknown territory of Axel's home would lead to...things. And Roxas knew very little about things beyond kissing and handjobs. He really hadn't had much luck in the romance department in high school, and his few experiences weren't exactly charged with passion. They were a bit sweaty and awkward, all "Does this feel right?" and "Sorry!" and avoiding eye contact the next day.
He and Axel hadn't done too much-they'd kissed, of course, ever since their third date-but things had yet to go much further. Not that Roxas was impatient. Well...not that he was extremely impatient. Roxas had to admit to himself that the little tastes of Axel he managed to get left him wanting more every single time. That may have been part of the reason why he was sitting in Axel's living room right now, only sort-of paying attention to the episode of Doctor Who that was playing on an ancient television.
He had to admit, Axel's house wasn't what he had first expected, much like Axel himself. It was surprisingly...cozy. There was one long, puffy couch spread along the back wall of the living room, the kind that swallows you when you sit on it. The coffee table was scuffed but brightly polished, covered with messily scribbled strategies that Axel wrote out while he was playing a video game he couldn't quite get the hang of. One for Portal made him smile: "GLadoS is such a bitch! Sacrifice Companion Cube to hit her repeatedly in the stupid robotic face?" Little did he know.
Framed pictures were tacked haphazardly to the walls, pictures of Axel with people who looked like him, or people that he looked like. A younger girl with a huge cheesy grin was found in them often-Roxas supposed that was the little sister Axel sometimes fondly mentioned. The crack underneath the front door was blocked by a long, stuffed snake to keep out the rapidly chilling autumn air, and Niffler's cage was far back in the corner. Roxas felt as if he could get used to this place...well, as long as the rat quit staring at him.
"You gentlemen getting along out here?" came Axel's wandering voice. Standing in the doorway of the kitchen, he ran his gaze theatrically from his boyfriend to the cage and back. "Swimmingly," Roxas answered. "Your rodent has been plotting my calculated, slowly torturous death, and the Doctor just threw his beans." A grin cracked along Axel's face, lifting up the corner of one flour-smeared cheek. "Could be worse." Axel put his arm around Roxas's shoulders, giving him a squeeze as he plopped down beside him on the butt-hungry sofa. "I'm almost done in there. Then we can enjoy the fruits of my labor and a night all to ourselves, kay?"
Axel's eyes flitted up to Roxas, looking him first in one eye, then the other. It was a strange habit, Roxas thought. Was he expecting to find something different in one eye or something? Still, at this point it was more charming to him than strange. He was rather fond of this freak. "Sounds perfect." Roxas offered a smile. "But-" Axel sighed- "Laboring over cookies is awfully hard, and I'm really tired. I think I need an incentive to go back in there and keep baking." Roxas knew what this line was the moment he heard it: an invitation. A tease. Axel had scooted closer, his breath giving a tiny skip in rhythm.
"Really?" Roxas let his voice sink into a purr, breaking the distance between them on the couch. Axel shifted eagerly. "Oh, yeah. I'm exhausted. Maybe if you were to kiss me, I'd feel better…?" Axel let his voice trail off, his tone unconvincingly innocent. He almost wanted to laugh at how utterly un-smooth this was of Axel. With looks like his, one almost expected a fine-tuned pickup line or a very suggestive, trailing glance.
Instead this dork sat on the edge of the couch in a ruffled apron that his little sister had supposedly bought him a few Christmases ago, his expression hopeful and more than a little eager. He was so dumb. Roxas adored him for it.
There was only one question: would Roxas play along, or play dumb?
He decided he couldn't deny such a longing face. Sure, Axel hadn't labored over much of anything-mix some flour and sugar together, roll it into balls, stick it in the oven-it wasn't a five course meal. Still, Axel had obviously tidied up for him. He was undeniably thrilled to have him visiting, and had even pushed Niffler's cage a little to the side to make Roxas less uncomfortable. He was pretty awesome in general. Axel deserved to be made out with, Roxas concluded.
This conclusion, of course, had nothing to do with the fact that Roxas could feel himself stiffening through his jeans at the mere thought of tangling up with Axel, completely alone, oh no. No more quiet, sneaky kissing in movie theaters, or hoping to fall unnoticed in the corner of a fast-food place far after midnight. This shit would be the real deal.
Roxas's pulse began to shudder like an anemic kid after a skipped breakfast. Bracing his nerves, he grinned up at Axel and slowly clambered onto the taller man's lap. Axel gave a small, shaky sigh through his nose, biting the corner of one lip and looking up at Roxas almost pleadingly. "Okay," Roxas replied simply, unable to recapture the air of playfulness that had been between them earlier.
Shifting forward a little, Roxas could suddenly feel, with astonishing certainty, that Axel was just as hard as he was. His dick squished against Axel's, feeling simply amazing. Roxas couldn't help but let a small squeak of surprised pleasure past his lips. Now nearly chest-to-chest with Axel, Roxas heard his boyfriend's breathing stutter and start erratically.
Feeling shy, Roxas couldn't meet Axel's eyes. Instead, he wrapped his legs a little tighter around Axel's trim waist, moving paper-dry lips to the skin of his neck. Licking them once and hoping he wouldn't be depositing too much spit on the lovely neck he was about to kiss, Roxas bent his head, bringing his mouth to the trembling flesh where Axel's pulse bounced.
The pressure started light, almost too light to feel save for a rush of breath on the sensitive area where Axel's neck and shoulder connected. Roxas felt Axel's bulge give the slightest twitch against his own. "Y'like that?" He murmured tentatively. "Mmmyeah," Axel's response came in a rushed half-sigh.
Smiling a little, Roxas brought his lips down again, more forcefully this time. The little whimper that he could feel growling in Axel's throat sent a shiver through Roxas. He'd heard Axel make that same soft sound when they'd kissed before, a needy little thing that wound around his ears and kept him up at night going crazy with longing.
Why the hell had he waited so long to come over here?
Shifting slowly, ever so slowly so that his dick pressed long and hard into Axel's, Roxas let his tongue slip out to trace down Axel's neck and to his collarbone. He couldn't believe how bold he was being right now. But the little groans from his gorgeous redhead, gradually getting longer and louder, egged him on.
Roxas's heartbeat was going nuts, and every time he lifted his hips a little, he could feel the stickiness that had started to spread in his boxer briefs. Axel was under him, neck arched beautifully, breathing heavily and moaning and looking so fucking sexy and damn it Roxas wanted him naked and he wanted it right now.
Moving his fingers clumsily to behind Axel's head, Roxas tried to get Axel out of the damned frilly apron. It was the tricky kind that tied both around the neck and around the waist, and his fingers felt more like paws as he tried to get past The Hair. It was hard enough trying to kiss around the massive mane, and finding the knot for the apron tie felt especially daunting to someone as utterly horny as Roxas was right now.
"Here-lift up a little-" Roxas instructed, hoping his face hadn't reddened at all in his struggle. Axel, practically purring and utterly compliant in his kiss-drunkened state, obeyed wordlessly. Finally he found the knot, but try as he might, couldn't loosen it. Letting out a frustrated growl, he butted his head against Axel's shoulder. "Won't come off." he was exceedingly grumpy about it.
Axel chuckled, reaching up to tousle Roxas's already highly disobedient hair with both hands. They stayed very still like that for a while, Axel's whole face beaming hazily up at his little blonde attacker. "You're friggin cute up there," he commented softly.
Roxas was about to reply when a high, grating beep sounded from the kitchen, making him freeze in temporary panic. "Cookies are done," Axel said unnecessarily, gently moving Roxas off his lap and getting to his feet. "Bet they're gonna taste awesome." Roxas said in a forcefully cheery tone, bitterly thinking I just got cockblocked by a girly apron and an oven timer. Bah.
Axel drifted back to the kitchen, holding onto Roxas's hand and pulling him along like a confused buoy. Deftly pulling the baking sheet out of the oven and setting it on the counter, Axel fixed him with a wicked smirk. "I cannot be-lieve you dry-humped me while I was wearing this ridiculous apron." This time, Roxas felt his blush travel all the way down to his legs.
Sputtering, Roxas floundered around for a decent comeback and came up with only air. "I can't believe you wear that apron, you...gayball." Axel immediately burst into a fit of disbelieving laughter. "'Gayball'?" He choked out. Too embarrassed to look him in the eye, Roxas concentrated on the cookies instead. (No wonder Axel had been in here for ages; each one was about the size of his face.)
"What does that make you, my filthy little lover?" Axel countered, eyes still gleaming with mischief. "You were the one who initiated the very gay act of forcefully tonguing my neck." Roxas was pretty sure his flesh was hotter than the sun right now. " W-well-you're the one who was putting the weirdo moves on me!" Roxas grumbled. "That neck was begging for it; as were other parts of you, if I may be so bold."
Axel looked incredibly amused by all this. "Aw, shut up and eat your cookies." He picked one up off the baking sheet, blowing on it a little to decrease the temperature (Roxas tried hard not to think about the shape of Axel's lips as he did this) and handed it to the little blond. Grasping the giant dessert in both of his hands, Roxas took a tentative bite. He also saw the gates of heaven before him; it was good. "What did you put in here, every candy known to man?" Roxas cried happily, his teeth crunching over Oreos and M&M's and other things he didn't pause to savor as he wolfed his prize down.
"Maybe." Axel smiled, taking obvious delight in Roxas's reaction. "You like it?" "It's sooo good," Roxas sang.
"Mind if I have another?"
"Go at 'em, man."
And so Roxas and Axel perched themselves on the kitchen counter, never even making it to the living room for a movie marathon. The milk jug was passed between them as the cookies slowly deteriorated into a mess of crumbs, and they stayed up talking late into the night.
And perhaps, at some point after that, Axel's apron dropped around his legs, along with a few other important pieces of clothing. They might've made love in the kitchen, laughing and teasing like lifelong lovers. Roxas could have discovered tattoos on his boyfriend's body that normally remained hidden. Maybe, in the years afterward, Roxas would pass the apron hanging on its rung by the stove and smile, thinking of the first night he'd spent here. It was something that the two of them had never shared with their friends, but a whispered mention of "apron problems" would always cause Roxas to elbow Axel in the stomach, no matter where they were.
He still loved that freak, though. And he even learned to love the rat.
