Okay, so, here's the next chapter. I don't have too much to say and everybody else went to bed already...which I should do too if I want to make it through school tomorrow...meh...
Disclaimer: yadda yadda yadda...same old, same old...don't own nothin'!
They retrieved the boxes they'd left at the door and brought them into the apartment. They started a neat pile in the far corner of the living room that grew over the next hour and a half. Even the mattress and box spring made their way, along with the coffee table and stool chairs, the bookcase, desk, all hand-me-downs from friends and finds at the thrift store, all if it made it safely inside. The five friends joking and laughing with each other as they moved it all up the stairs.
"Almost done!" Dominay cheered happily. The four boys around her groaned.
There was only one thing left.
The infernal couch…
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"Okay, easy, easy," Zexion grunted in reply, stopping in his backwards ascent. He stood in the middle of the first flight of stairs, straining to hold up the couch. Axel was standing on the first step, pushing from the bottom. The plan had been working so far, and as the two boys carefully guided the piece of furniture, the other three watched nervously.
They released a collective sigh of relief as Zexion finally made it to the first landing.
Axel and Zexion paused for a rest. The two were exhausted, but they were the only ones who were willing to move the loveseat they all were wary of. Axel and Zexion had agreed that letting Demyx help would've been inviting disaster and Dominay flat out refused to life a finger, complaining that her back was out from carrying all the other stuff up, what she deemed, too many fucking stairs.
As for Roxas…Axel hadn't even thought of it. Even though the blond had been more than willing to help, Axel had insisted against it. The couch was heavy and awkward, making it hard enough to move, let alone carry up three flights of stairs. Roxas was just too small to handle it, though he would never say that to the blonde's face. And Axel wasn't about to chance his precious little uke being hurt.
"Ready for round two?" Axel called over the couch at the shorter, slate-haired boy. Zexion grunted again as a response and they lifted the couch up once more.
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Standing against the far wall, Dominay, Demyx and Roxas watched. Dominay picking dirt out from under her nails, looking bored. Demyx was fidgeting, wanting so badly to help, and Roxas stood completely still, fingers laced together over his stomach (I find this position rather comfortable for some reason…). The blond had a bad feeling about this whole situation. He just knew something was going to go wrong.
Axel tossed him a careless grin as he continued to push the couch up the stairs. Roxas smiled back, suddenly feeling silly. I'm just being pessimistic, he told himself.
"OHMYGOD! WE FORGOT A BOX!" Demyx called from outside, bringing notice that the ditzy musician had left the spot he'd been told to stay in.
Demyx came bounding into the room, carrying a large box labeled "books". Uh-oh, Roxas thought, his eyes going wide.
Right on the heels of that thought, Demyx tripped over the edge of the throw rug in the entryway…
Which started a chain reaction from hell.
Demyx flew forward, face-planting into the floor. The box soared from his hands, landing squarely on Dominay's foot, spilling its contents all over the place. Dominay yelped in pain, flailing her arms, which tipped her off balance. She flung her hands behind her to catch onto something to stop her fall, her elbow connecting smartly with Roxas' temple, knocking the blond momentarily unconscious from the force. Axel, spotting Roxas' falling body, dropped his end of the couch to catch him. Zexion, left to hold the full weight of the couch at an incline himself (which he couldn't do) slipped forward, his hand becoming trapped under the couch as it slid down the stairs, dragging Zexion with it for several feet before releasing him. The couch, left to its own devices, barreled down the stairs, heading for Axel. Roxas blearily opened his eyes, seeing this and yanked Axel away from the staircase by the shirt. Once the couch hit the last stair, it flipped upside down, finally coming to rest in the middle of the entryway.
All were silent as they stared wide-eyed at the piece of furniture and books covering the floor.
Dominay broke the silence by popping Demyx upside the head as the dirty-haired blond pushed to his feet.
"You idiot!" she shrieked. "You bruised my foot!"
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Demyx rubbed the spot where his sister had hit him. Roxas, suddenly seeing black spots, fainted, Axel catching him again at the last moment, keeping the blond from further injury. Anxiously, the redhead checked Roxas' brow, spotting a small, bleeding cut a scant centimeter above his temple.
Dominay, seeing Roxas lying limply in Axel's arms, gave Demyx another cuff. "And see what happened to poor Roxas?"
"I think we should head for the hospital," Zexion interjected quietly as he slowly made his way down the stairs, cradling his right hand that was bleeding profusely, one of the fingers twisted at a sickening angle.
Demyx blanched as he saw his boyfriend's injury. "Zexy!" he ran over to the shorter boy, paling even more at the up-close sight. "Your poor hand!"
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Axel lifted Roxas, tilting his head towards the door. "I think we'd better hurry."
As the group walked quickly towards the moving van still parked outside, Axel paused briefly to glare at the still upside down couch.
I'm burning that demonic thing as soon as we get back. He silently vowed.
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After long, tiring hours in the hospital, the troupe shuffled out of the van and back into the apartment building.
Somewhere between Zexion's hand (which he had indeed broken) being set and fitted with a brace, Dominay and Demyx being pronounced "bruised but not bloody", and Roxas being thoroughly checked again and again for a concussion at Axel's request, the redhead had somehow managed to call a moving service to finish moving in the mess they'd left behind.
Now, they wearily climbed the stars and pushed into the apartment crammed with boxes that still needed to be unpacked and furniture that needed to be placed.
A collective sigh went up before everyone set to work. It was evening now, though the sun had yet to fully set, and it had been a hell-of-a-day. All the five wanted to do was to go home and sleep, but they had work that still needed to be done.
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Dominay and Demyx set up the box spring and mattress in the bedroom, deciding at the last minute to be sweethearts and put on the bedding, while Axel grudgingly accepted Roxas' help in centering the couch, coffee table, and setting up the stools in the kitchen.
Zexion did what he could to help with only one hand, managing to stack the loose books that had fallen earlier on the bookcase that had already been set up against the far wall of the living room.
When the furniture had been set and the boxes placed in their perspective rooms, they decided to call it a night.
Axel and Roxas said goodbye to their friends, who promised they'd take the van back and come over tomorrow to help them unpack boxes.
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Once the door shut behind them, Roxas sighed, dropping the hand he'd waved farewell to his friends with. Axel came up behind him, wrapping his arms around Roxas' waist. They stood like that for several minutes before Axel chuckled.
"Well…at least we have a story to tell, huh?"
Roxas scoffed. That was putting it mildly. Their "moving into our first apartment together" day had been a disaster. A catastrophe!
"You do remember what today was, right, Roxy?" Axel suddenly asked. When Roxas just stared blankly at the redhead over his shoulder, Axel's voice became worried. "Are you sure your head's okay, Roxy?"
"My lack of memory isn't from the head injury, Axel." Roxas snapped irritably. "I just don't remember, okay?"
Sighing, Axel shook his head. "Today was the day we first had s—''
Roxas spun around, covering Axel's mouth before he could finish his sentence. "I remember, I remember!"
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Axel nipped Roxas' fingers, grinning. "Figured you did." After all, how could either of them forget that fateful day? Considering how awkward and amusing it had been to have their friends overhear and convince themselves that they'd misunderstood.
He chuckled at the memory, hugging Roxas closer.
"You were so beautiful…" he whispered, leaning down to press a soft kiss on the tip of Roxas' nose.
Pink staining his cheeks, Roxas stared up at Axel, looking stunned. "Y-you think I'm…beautiful?"
"Of course I do, Roxas," Axel answered. "I always have. You're absolutely beautiful to me."
"Well…" he seemed at a loss for words, which wasn't that bad, since Axel had decided to kiss him at that moment. "Mmm…" Roxas melted into the kiss, leaning into Axel's embrace.
"It's our first night in our new place, Roxas," Axel reminded the blond, slender hands sliding up his boyfriend's back. "Let's celebrate."
Any protest was stifled as Axel kissed him again, his tongue gliding into Roxas' mouth. They held each other closer, tongues tangled in a heated duel. Axel gently pressed Roxas into the wall, feeling impatient but trying to take it slow. There wasn't any need to rush. The redhead's hands roamed all over the younger boy's body, earning him gasps and groans in return from Roxas, their mouth welded together through it all.
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Roxas wanted to be into it, he did. But his head was killing him, throbbing painfully, ruining the moment. He just wasn't in the mood, not when he was in pain.
Turning his face away, Roxas gave Axel a small push, a dissenting sound bringing the redhead to a halt.
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He knew that sound, knew that move. Axel groaned in frustration, fighting against the urge to grind into Roxas. "What's up?" he made himself ask when all he wanted to do was toss Roxas to the floor and have his wicked way with the blond.
"I'm sorry, Axel," Roxas whispered. "It's my head…it hurts."
With an effort, Axel pushed himself away. "I should've thought of that." And he should've actually. He sighed in defeat and lifted Roxas, hoisting the smaller boy up so he sat on Axel's arm. "Better get you to bed then."
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Curling his hands around Axel's shoulders, Roxas hugged his boyfriend. "I'm really sorry."
"Don't be," Axel assured him, gently laying Roxas on their bed. "The world's not gonna end if we don't do it tonight, Roxy." Although the redhead sounded as if he didn't believe those words. He grinned playfully and ruffled Roxas' hair.
Crawling into bed together, the two cuddled close. Celebration or no, they were still here, moved in together. As a couple. And being next to the one you love, close enough that you could feel their heartbeat, was the greatest gift, making the horrid day end happily.
…even if there hadn't been any sex involved.
Phew, moving day hell remixed, huh? actually a true story. I saw it happen! yeah...I was in Dominay's position...poor me! lol, I HAD thought I'd broken my foot...but it was fine...felt bad for everyone else...except for Olivia...who was the one who pulled the Demyx...yeah, don't feel sorry for her, heh.
Anyways, review please, let me know what you think so far. The others will pop up again soon and the funnies shall take off with a flourish!
Luffles y'all
-----Ramen