Verse 3 ~ Behind the Bushes

It didn't matter that Roxas still didn't speak to him in class. It was better that way, really. Axel wouldn't have known what to do if Roxas had suddenly acknowledged him in front of their classmates. So in all honestly, he was relieved when Monday came and went without any change in the normal school routine.

Tuesday, he started to get comfortable. On Tuesday, Axel was drifting off in class, staring at Roxas' back and daydreaming about the heat of his skin and the taste of his cock. Drifting in a fog of lust, he suddenly got the feeling that he was being watched – not good news, if someone noticed the way he was staring at Roxas. Axel furtively glanced around, looking for eyes on him, and tensed quite suddenly when his eyes met intent blue…reflected in a computer monitor. He blinked. Roxas was staring right at him, and… Oh fuck. That must be one of the "reflective surfaces." Shit…he's got a really good view. Roxas could probably see his whole face in that monitor. No wonder he figured it out.

Axel was mentally kicking himself but still unable to tear his eyes away as long as Roxas continued to hold the stare…and then the guy winked at him. One slow wink, and then he was looking up at the teacher again.

So much for everything being back to normal.

The next two days had Axel on edge a lot, because he never knew when Roxas was watching him and it worried him that someone would see. Beyond that, he still hadn't spoken with Roxas since being driven home from the drive-in, and the kid hadn't exactly clarified on the idea of next time.

On Thursday afternoon, he was again walking by the school on his way back from work. It gave him déjà vu to see Roxas come out with his track teammates – but this time, Roxas didn't disappear into a car with them. This time, Axel was still almost a block away when Roxas waved goodbye to his friends and they drove off, and then the blond turned and started walking down the sidewalk ahead of him.

Eyes wide, Axel's legs stretched as he quickened his pace, his alleyway fantasy springing to mind at once…

But today, it was Roxas who was waiting in a dark, narrow space between two buildings, and Axel nearly jumped out of his skin when an arm reached out and grabbed him as he went by, dragging him between the buildings and shoving him against rough brick.

"What…?" Axel's words died instantly when Roxas cupped his crotch with the hand not pinning his shoulder to the wall.

"On your knees, bitch."

He stared down at the shorter guy and swallowed. Clean hair still half-damp, skin just barely pink from the shower…Axel dropped his book bag to the pavement and slowly lowered himself to his knees in front of Roxas. Loose athletic shorts held his eyes like a magnet as Roxas pulled the fabric down, baring himself in front of Axel so suddenly it was actually shocking. And…hot.

"You get to drink my come today, Axel. So start sucking. I've got a lot pent up, saved just for you. I hope you're grateful."

Hands in his hair guided his face forward, and Axel let them, whispering against Roxas' penis, "I am. Thank you, Roxas…" Then he was lifting the already-thickening member to his lips, licking and sucking hungrily as he felt Roxas get harder and harder and bigger in his mouth. His own jeans became a torture device, trapping his throbbing erection painfully against his body. It was killing him, and he only wanted more.

Nothing he'd ever dreamed of could compare to the way Roxas could talk. Axel had never expected to be interested in getting his throat fucked in an alley – practically in public – by some little prep with an arrogant smirk. It was the kind of situation he would have rather died than put up with, normally. But Roxas…there was just something about Roxas. That such a perfectly sweet-looking boy could be so unashamedly sexual – it fascinated him. And to have this boy turning all his pushy sexuality in Axel's direction…he shivered. And pulled Roxas' cock deeper into his mouth, sucking harder as the boy started thrusting his hips.

Fingers brushed his hairline and along his face. "You sure do suck my cock like you want it… Are you always such a cock whore, Axel? Or are you just a whore for my cock?"

Unable to answer, Axel just moaned, eyes opening to search Roxas' face, burning with aroused worship…and with Axel's desperate wish that Roxas understand. The things he was feeling – Axel didn't understand too well himself. He hadn't been held back in school for being a genius, after all. But Roxas – Roxas was a smart kid. He had brains. Maybe he'd get it, even if Axel didn't know what to say.

For now, however, Roxas just curled his lips in an erotic smile. "That's a beautiful expression you're making, my pretty bitch. Do you want me to fill your throat with my juice now? You ready for it?"

The words made Axel's eyes roll back in his head. "Mmm-hmmm," he groaned around Roxas' penis, and then the guy started picking up the pace, and soon all Axel could do was let go and keep his mouth sealed around Roxas as the blond thrust faster, fucking his mouth vigorously. Axel's hands automatically went to his own crotch, fumbling desperately to get his pants open and pull himself out. He jerked himself hard, grinding his hips into his hands to get more friction, pressure, anything to help him, because dear sweet God he wanted to come too.

"Nnh…unh!" Roxas grunted, thrusting forward again, deep, and Axel felt the pulsing of his orgasm pumping hot fluid into his mouth. He sucked Roxas hungrily, swallowing without hesitation as each spasm released more – Roxas had kept a lot pent up. And, as Axel felt the fading throbs of Roxas' orgasm finishing in his mouth, he snapped his hips forward into his hand…and his own climax broke his control. He let it all out, shooting over the pavement between Roxas' feet, shuddering over and over as he rode the waves of pleasure until they subsided.

Collapsing against the brick wall, Axel watched in a daze as Roxas pulled his pants back up and picked up his gym bag and book bag, both of which had been sitting unnoticed against the opposite wall.

"You leave school after second period, yes?" Roxas questioned impassively, only the faintest flicker of catlike satisfaction appearing in his eyes as he studied Axel.

Wiping sweat from his face, he nodded. His jaw felt sore all of a sudden, and he didn't think it would feel nice to talk. He rubbed it absent-mindedly, watching Roxas with a hint of regret that it was over already. He wished Roxas would stay…

"Go around the back of the school when you get out tomorrow. Wait on Third Street, where the trees are."

Axel swallowed, wincing a little at the raw feeling, needing a drink of water. "I have work…" he mumbled quietly.

"If you don't waste time, you won't be late. But you better be there." Bright blue eyes were suddenly right in his face, a hand combing through his sweat-damp hair. He caught his breath at how close Roxas was. If he stretched forward just a little, their lips would touch… Roxas' voice was rough and low. "Tomorrow, I want all of you."

With that, he was gone, leaving Axel sitting in an alleyway…with a promise and a racing heart.

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The trees on Third Street were a thinly-wooded patch bordering the school property on the street side. The athletic fields, however, were separated from the trees by a massive hedge. It was easily six feet tall and three feet thick, and dense enough to keep parents from worrying about perverts peeping at their children from house windows while the students ran around outside for gym. The trees and undergrowth on the street side were just extra. The hedge was the real barrier.

Axel was loitering among the trees. He'd paced down this part of Third Street once already, then turned back and begun to retrace his steps when he jumped with surprise as a hand popped out of the school hedge, followed by an arm, shoulder, and Roxas' face.

"Axel! This way," the boy called, waving him over.

He glanced nervously up and down the street as he hurried to follow Roxas. The boy disappeared into an almost invisible crevasse in the branches. Axel had to bend almost double to fit into the opening. Once inside, however, he could almost straighten up. There was a hollow area in the inside of the hedge – it didn't go far, and it didn't even reach to the other side. Axel had no idea how Roxas had gotten in here from the school side.

But that didn't really matter.

Hands slid up his chest – Roxas was suddenly pressed against his body, stretching up to whisper in Axel's ear. "How long until your shift starts?"

He swallowed. "Uh…I've got…twenty minutes." Roxas' hands kept roaming over his stomach, his back, shoulders, neck, hips…his ass. Axel's breath caught.

"Perfect. I've got about as long before I need to get back to photography class. I'm supposed to be taking pictures. Get your pants off, quick."

"What are we…?" Roxas cut him off, talking while unbuckling his belt.

"I told you already. Remember?" He was suddenly close again, and leaning into Axel in a way that seduced him to his very core in seconds. "Or is it fine with you that we've been together for a week now and haven't fucked yet?"

Three rapid blinks. "We've been together for a week? We're…together?" What the fuck does that mean? Two blow jobs in random places make us a couple? A blush started creeping up Axel's neck. Roxas…wants us to be a couple?

Roxas pulled back and gave him an arch look. "You kidding? You are kidding. You have to be. What the fuck did you think we were doing? Oral sex isn't nothing. You don't tip your fucking waitress with it. And why are you still wearing pants? We have…eighteen minutes left for fucking. You just wasted ten percent of our copulation time with dumb questions. Get on your knees already!"

Gaping, unable to think of anything to say, Axel dropped to his knees and started reaching for the fly of Roxas' jeans. His hands, however, were quickly slapped away as Roxas shifted around behind him, pushing Axel forward to support himself with his hands in the dirt while he continued to mumble, "No time for that today, my dear bitch." Then there were hands on his crotch, tugging his button and zipper open and taking hold of his swelling cock. "If we're going to finish, I need to get your ass ready for me." His voice became a husky whisper again. "I need to stretch your hole until it's soft, sucking on my fingers and dripping for my cock, and then…"

"Wait a second!" Axel grabbed at his jeans just as Roxas was trying to unceremoniously haul them off and expose his bare ass. Shit shit shit, what the fuck? Axel felt completely torn. On the one hand, what Roxas had just said – Hnnnnghhh! On the other – He's going to fuck me in the ass? In the bushes? In fifteen minutes? Is he kidding?

In reality, the idea – though a surprise, yet another unexpected difference from his fantasy – was positively mouth-watering. Axel's cock had already responded by getting rock-hard in Roxas' hand, and the kid would have noticed that. However, Axel seriously doubted his ass was going to stretch that easily. He had a feeling Roxas might have some unrealistic expectations here – whether they indicated a general naïveté about anal sex, or whether Roxas had a very low opinion of Axel's anal chastity, he had no idea. But the fact remained – this would not work. He didn't mind a little pain, but he'd never get off while getting fucked that raw.

"Wait?" Roxas asked in a flat tone. "What. For." He then dismantled Axel's verbal abilities by squeezing the erection he held.

"Ah!" Axel struggled to breathe, think, and keep himself up on his hands and knees and not face-planted into the dirt. "Ah…uhm…this won't work. And we…ah!" His hand closed over the one holding his cock, trying to free himself…or get that hand to move, he wasn't sure which. When it didn't immediately work, Axel panted, "Can…can you let go a second?"

Roxas did. "We don't have time to wait. What's the problem?"

Flipping himself around to face Roxas, Axel sat on the ground, pulling his still-open jeans up and concealing himself a bit. "Look. First…first of all, there isn't enough time. Secondly, you…I…I didn't even know we were…you know, something…until like two seconds ago." Roxas just blinked at him. "I didn't realize we were…together because of what happened," Axel clarified.

Blue eyes narrowed a fraction. "Well, now you know. So let's have some fast, dirty sex to make sure you don't forget it."

Heat flaming in his cheeks – and other areas – at the suggestion of "dirty sex" with Roxas, Axel helplessly tried to remember why this just couldn't happen right now. "We…you wanna have sex, but…we've never even kissed."

The frown of thought as Roxas considered this melted into a small, secretive smirk for a moment when the boy spoke. "I tongued your penis pretty thoroughly. What's the difference?"

Said penis throbbed at the reminder. Axel shifted to pull his legs together. "There's a difference. Kissing is different. We just got each other off. How was I supposed to know it meant anything?"

"So…" Roxas hesitantly concluded, "you would have known you were my boyfriend by now if I'd kissed you?"

Boyfriend. Axel blinked and swallowed. "Well, maybe not for sure, but I'd have had a better idea."

"And you won't let me fuck you until we kiss?"

"It…I…that would be better…" Axel wasn't watching Roxas as he answered – he was too embarrassed by the conversation to look at anything other than the dirt. That was why it was a complete surprise to find his small amount of personal space suddenly invaded and filled with Roxas, who crawled right over him and pushed him onto his back in one smooth motion, grabbing Axel by the back of the neck at the same time and sealing their lips together.

Taken aback, Axel could only blink, wide-eyed and open-mouthed, as Roxas quickly moved deeper, his tongue sliding against Axel's and his mouth moving sensually. Then, after about five seconds of that, his eyes fell shut, his arms wrapped around the smaller body, and Axel started kissing back with more passion than he'd realized he'd been keeping pent up. This was what he'd wanted most all week long, without even knowing it, and he couldn't help his hungry response when he suddenly found himself locked in a long, deep kiss…with Roxas.

When Roxas pulled back, it was with a long, slow slide of two tongues dragging apart, followed by a brief lick over Axel's lips again. Axel's eyes drifted open to meet heated blue, his jaw still gaping as he panted for air, inhaling the hot breath Roxas exhaled heavily. He looked at Roxas, at the most perfect, beautiful, angelic face in the world – looking at him with the most aroused expression Axel had yet seen on Roxas. Not even after swallowing Roxas' come had he seen the boy look this turned on and wanting. Dappled shadows and sunlight through the leaves speckled over a warmly flushed face, and Axel struggled to think of words to express his amazement, something to tell Roxas how lovely he was right now…

But all the sappy love songs in the world would have come up short, and Axel couldn't think of a thing. Roxas was the only one who spoke, and that was only two words – "Not bad…" – breathed against his mouth before the boy lowered his head again and softly pressed his parted lips to Axel's…again.

Lying in the dirt, Axel accepted the kiss…and the many that followed. Roxas would kiss him, then lift his head slightly and change the angle, lick at his lips a little before slipping his tongue in between them, then pull back and do it all again, dipping his head for another soft, wet caress. Blue eyes were cracked open, watching him, studying his face with little flickering glances as Roxas kissed and kissed him again. Axel constantly wavered between letting his eyes fall just in absolute bliss and cracking them over again to watch Roxas' mouth, hypnotized by every advance and retreat of shining wet lips.

Just when Axel had vacantly decided to do this for the rest of his life, a hand slipped up the front of his body – under his shirt. The caress was firm, groping and rubbing over his chest, and Axel couldn't help arching slightly into it. The next kiss after that…wasn't so brief. With a tiny moan, Roxas closed his mouth over Axel's again, tongue probing deeper again, swirling inside his mouth. Axel couldn't help an involuntary grunt of pleasure as his own tongue pressed back, more than welcoming the advances – deepening them. His arms went around Roxas, holding him close as they kissed harder, and the last drops of Axel's sanity trickled away while he made out with Roxas in the bushes behind the school.

Then that hot touch moved lower in a long slide, and Axel's hips thrust upward automatically when Roxas' hand slipped into his pants, petting and then taking hold of his erect penis. His whole body shuddered and a little gasp escaped his throat. Their lips parted, just barely, and Roxas whispered huskily, "You're throbbing in my hand, Axel."

He couldn't form a logical, coherent response to that. All that came to mind, and all that came out of Axel's mouth, was, "More, m-more…Roxas…"

He was kissed again – deep and sensual, with a pulsing rhythm that matched the pounding of his heart. Axel lost track of everything in that kiss, until he was jolted back to a broader awareness by hard heat pressed against his cock.

Roxas had gotten himself out of his pants, and his erection was rubbing against Axel's as the boy on top of him slowly thrust his hips.

A cry escaped his throat at the sudden spike of burning pleasure – a cry, and then another. The first was muffled by Roxas' mouth, swallowed by his kiss. The second wasn't, because Roxas moved his kisses down and began sucking over the taught skin of Axel's neck.

Axel bit his lip to try to keep from making too much noise as Roxas sucked and nipped and without question left quite a few marks that would be very noticeable tomorrow. He arched off the ground a bit as two hands pushed his shirt up his chest, exposing most of his upper body. Then Roxas was moving his kisses down again. When Roxas licked his nipple, Axel had to muffle his voice with his fist – and when that hot mouth sealed around it and sucked, Axel couldn't hold still. His body writhed as his cock leaked, dribbling fluid onto his stomach, some of it getting smeared against Roxas' cock…and then Roxas' stomach as the boy moved down again, licking a path of kisses down Axel's abdomen…

The distant sound of the school bell echoed over the athletic fields. Roxas paused halfway down Axel's stomach, breathing against saliva-wet skin, "Fuck."

Axel was heaving for air, driven half crazy by the sudden stop when all he could think about was where Roxas would kiss him next. The bell meant nothing at first, until… "Fuck. Was that the end of third period?"

"Yeah." Roxas paused, and Axel could hear him swallow. "You're late for work."

"Very," he confirmed, "and you're going to miss class."

A pause. "Wouldn't be the end of the world…" Then Axel arched suddenly off the dirt with a throaty cry as his cock was enveloped in wet heat – the most perfect suction in the world squeezing him as Roxas swallowed his length all the way down, fast.

Head bobbing, Roxas kept Axel from answering for another minute, except in stammering, half-finished thoughts. "You…a-ah! Class and fuck, fuck work…ahhhno, smart kids don't skip oh God yes…!"

Pulling off, Roxas kept stroking him with firm yanks of his hand as he answered Axel's babbling. "It's nothing. I'll just say I was doing something for student council."

"They…they check up on passes…hhhnngh, shit!"

The answer was mumbled against the head of his cock. "No they don't. Not for me, anyway. You should try being a good kid sometime, Axel. Nobody expects good kids to skip class, so nobody checks."

Axel felt his pants being dragged away – much like his resistance – and he could barely remember his other objections as Roxas worked his hands and mouth around his cock, up and down and down, over his sac, further…fingers squirming between his cheeks and then probing at the tight ring of muscle there. "I have…w-work…" His legs opened on their own, however, spreading apart to give Roxas better access to that sensitive spot.

A press. "Nnngaahhh!" A rub. His cock jerked, aching on the edge of orgasm.

"You can be a bit late for once, can't you?"

Roxas licked him.

"Fuck yes." Axel gave up.

Roxas licked him again. "So get on your knees and spread your ass for me," he murmured.

Axel shuddered and obeyed the command. The dirt was a little soft under his knees, and he leaned his weight on one elbow to keep his face off the ground. His other hand crept back, and it wasn't as hard as he thought it would be, really, to grab hold of his own ass cheek and pull himself open for Roxas. It was embarrassing, but Axel was far too aroused to care.

"Mmmmmyes, just stay like that, Axel…just let me look at you…" Roxas whispered from behind him. Axel couldn't see the other boy, but he could hear the lust in that soft voice. The small enclosure felt even smaller, the air heavy with heat and the hovering presence so close behind him…but Roxas didn't touch him. He just…spoke. "Your rosy little hole looks so tight, Axel…looks like a virgin's. Are you a virgin back here, my sweet little bitch?"

His hands trembled, but he held still…except for his cock. The heavy weight of his erection twitched, begging for attention. He was so close, if he just had a hand free he could come…

Roxas didn't pause, he just kept talking. "I'm going to fuck this virgin hole so hard you'll still be feeling me inside you a week from now. I'm going to pump you full of my come and watch it leak back out and dribble down your balls. They look so full…and your cock looks so hard. You're about to come, aren't you, Axel? Your juice is dripping off the head of your penis – you look ready to burst. You want to come now, before we even do anything, you eager slut?"

Blunt fingernails dug into his ass cheek as Axel tensed, his entire body as hard as a rock as he tried to hold back his orgasm. But then… "Beg, precious…beg me for it. Now."

His voice came out in a long, guttural moan, without his consent. "Make me come, Roxas, please make me c-come…"

He felt a butterfly kiss touch the other side of his ass, and Roxas' breath as he whispered, "I'll let you come. Show me your wet cock shooting on the ground, my beautiful bitch."

A hand slipped over his sac, pressing as fingers wrapped around his cock, as a hot lick slid along his ass, as Roxas squeezed and bit and that was all – that shattered him.

"Aaaah!" His cock throbbed, ejaculating as Axel arched back, trembling through each wave of white-hot pleasure. It was good, so good, delicious and dirty and…too short. His orgasm subsided before Axel was ready, and in the confused haze of bliss and frustrated discontent that followed, he realized Roxas had let go, moved away, and was just watching him, not touching. It made him feel even more desperate than before. The pleasure of climax was still thrumming through his body, but it wasn't enough – he needed more, and feeling this way so immediately after coming…unhinged him.

"Oh God don't stop…" Axel didn't even recognize his own voice, raw and vicious with lust like this. "Don't stop, Roxas, please, please fuck me…God just fuck me…!" The final words got a little muffled by his arm as Axel's head dropped onto it – his neck momentarily gave out.

Sounds of fumbling and plastic ripping accompanied Roxas' moaning voice, "Yes, yes Axel, very good…I'm going to fuck you until you cry…" He felt a slippery touch stroke around the ring of his hole for barely a moment before Roxas' finger pressed into him, slick with something – lube, maybe – and twisting inside him as far as it would reach. Axel's breath came in ragged gasps as Roxas fingered him, and he breathed out in a long sigh as Roxas added a second finger and he began to feel the stretch.

"You're so hot inside, Axel, and so tight… Can you hear your hole sucking my fingers in? Such a greedy, hungry ass, begging to be fucked…" Roxas' fingers thrust in and out of him, making wet noises that had Axel feeling lightheaded and weak. Another finger slipped in, pulling and prying him apart. It stung…and it wasn't enough. He wanted more, he wanted it all – Roxas inside him, fucking him and telling him how good it felt. To hear those words from him…

"Give it to me," he breathed. He knew he wasn't loose enough yet, but… "Give it to me now, Roxas."

"Fucking hell…" Axel thought that was what he heard Roxas mumble behind him, but a minute later it didn't matter. He felt the hard pressure of the other boy's cock at his entrance and barely had time to relax before Roxas was pushing in, entering him. It started hurting pretty quickly, but Axel bit his forearm and blinked hard and fast, and when that didn't work he just squeezed his eyes shut and pretended those weren't tears leaking from his eyes, because he could feel Roxas inside of him – he was connected to Roxas and they were having sex – and the faint sound of a whimpering moan behind him made everything else less important. Roxas was feeling good, and that was suddenly all he cared about, for some reason.

The first few thrusts were ragged, jerking unevenly and a little too fast, like Roxas either didn't know what he was doing or wasn't fully in control…or both. But they still thrummed through Axel's body with a hot pulse that made him tremble, and then, with an abrupt change of angle, Roxas hit his prostate.

"Nnngahhh!" Axel's voice was wrung out of him at the sudden spike of pleasure that shot through him, throbbing so hard in his cock, so good he almost came again. He didn't realize right away that Roxas had slowed and paused, or that he'd let go of his ass and was grabbing at the base of the bush in front of him.

"That's your sweet spot, isn't it? Right here?" Roxas breathed the question as he pulled back and slowly glided in again, rubbing over Axel's prostate and making him writhe in an effort to keep from screaming again.

So that's what it feels like. He'd been able to find it before – he'd reached it with his own fingers while jerking off a few times, and he'd had someone else finger him once while blowing him. But that hadn't felt the same as this. Fingering didn't fill him up inside, didn't press against that spot hard enough to make him ache for his orgasm. And nothing – not fingering or any other fuck he'd ever had – felt like this. Like being taken by Roxas.

"Again." His voice was hoarse – it would hurt later, like his ass hurt already. But Roxas thrust into him again, and he didn't care. "A-again."

For once, Roxas didn't have a dirty line. He just moaned, his voice strained with pleasure, and moved. His cock slid out again, then pushed in deep all at once…then he did it again. For a few moments, Axel was panting and sweating in the dirt as Roxas fucked him slow and smooth, and for those few moments the pain started to fade a bit.

It didn't last long. There was no gradual build-up. Axel suddenly tensed and grit his teeth when Roxas rammed into him without warning, and then all he could do was hold on as rough, fast thrusts pounded into him, Roxas grunting and gasping above him. A yank on his hair pulled his head back – Roxas had grabbed a fistful of red, and was pulling. Axel didn't care. He arched his back and tried to open his legs further, tried to push back against Roxas' hips to get his cock in deeper, and when it worked and he felt the harsh slapping of Roxas' hips against his bare ass, Axel could only scream through his clenched teeth.

"Nnnnnngh, nnn! Nnnn! Roxas! H-harder…more, more! R-Roxas! More, mor-Roxas!"

The cock slamming into him throbbed, shooting within him so hard Axel could feel the spurts of hot fluid hitting him inside. Roxas screamed with a thin, desperate voice, "Axel! A-Axel!" And he nailed Axel's prostate hard three times in a row as he kept coming and coming, and Axel's vision went white as his own orgasm exploded, semen pulsing through his cock and spraying over the ground – again.

Axel missed a minute or two after that, probably. The next thing he knew was the hard ground under his chest where he lay, collapsed, and a throbbing pain in his ass, which felt miserably empty, and his chin being pulled around at a neck-breaking, awkward angle…and a very warm, sensual kiss caressing deep inside his mouth. The light weight of Roxas half-laying on his back and the suffocating heat in the little hollowed-out space in the bushes filtered in vaguely after that, but Axel was mostly focused on the tongue sliding against his own…and on opening his mouth and answering Roxas' kiss, his own tongue swirling to the pulse of his thrumming, delicious afterglow.

When Roxas released him, Axel's head dropped back to his arms, dizziness washing over him as he tried to slow his breathing back down. After a minute, Axel felt a hand smoothing over his skin – down his back and over his ass, caressing and then pulling him open. He tensed, hissing. That hurt.

"You even bled like a virgin…" Roxas murmured, almost to himself. "Were you?" Then there was a cool touch to his entrance – stinging and soothing at the same time. A few swipes of that, and then something else was placed there and left in place as Roxas pulled his underwear up for him, speaking to Axel as he did. "It looks like I tore you a little. It's not bad, there's only a little blood…but it probably hurts. I cleaned it a bit for you. Hope you're still okay for work…" A note of doubt was fairly clear in Roxas' tone on the last part.

Flinching, Axel rolled over, pulling on his own pants rather than letting Roxas continue to dress him like a baby. "I'll live," he managed gruffly, trying not to think about the pain. I had sex with Roxas. The most beautiful boy in school. Roxas. Dirt on his clothes and mud on his skin where the sweat was drying – didn't matter. Leaves in his disheveled hair and a raw voice – didn't matter. Sex with Roxas. He glanced up at blue eyes that watched him and blond hair that stuck damply to that lovely face – those things mattered.

"I have to get back to…uh, whatever period it is…" Roxas started reluctantly.

He nodded. "I'm late for work." Say something else. He inhaled and paused. Say what? What am I supposed to say?

Roxas spoke instead. "I'll…call you." Axel glanced up at him and thought he caught a flicker of something in Roxas' eyes that made him wonder if Roxas was regretting not coming up with something better – as Axel would have been, if he had been the one to just say "I'll call" after a fuck like that.

"Yeah. Later." He mentally smacked himself in the head. That's almost as bad as "I'll call." Shit.

But that was the best either of them could come up with as they parted ways, Roxas heading through an invisible crack in the bushes, going back to class, and Axel getting snagged a few times as he tried to find his way back out to the street so he could limp – not sprint – to work, after a stop off at the nearest convenience store bathroom to wash himself off a bit with wet paper towels.

At least the extra delay gave him a chance to formulate a really good excuse for his lateness.

~o~