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XIII
He just wanted a peaceful walk. He just wanted go to his favorite hangout place if no one was there, and maybe get a sea salt ice cream.
Instead he found himself the victim of a drunk man's fantasies. Granite he was a hot drunk man, but still drunk nonetheless.
"A-Axel…" he tried crying out slowly. The red head didn't acknowledge his plea and continued downwards. He didn't even question how Roxas knew his name.
Axel suddenly came back up and stared at him for a solid second with his bright green eyes as clear as ever. When he crashed his lips on his, Roxas forgot all about trying to escape. With Axel's hot lips on his, how could he simply just leave? This was so unexpected, but every inch of him was screaming for more.
Back up to earlier that day, where he been thinking about nothing else but that guy. Wondering why Axel was apologizing when he was the one who caused the accident in the first place. Intrigued, he decided to do a little digging via Yuffie.
She told him that Axel was a member of an underground biker organization gang called X. A true bad boy if he'd ever seen one. She said how he had failed his senior year, was held back, and so on. Roxas found it strange that she knew pretty much his whole life story, but he didn't care. This information was interesting to him. You'd think that given both of their reputation's, they'd be a natural repellent for one another. Rather, it was quite the opposite.
For the rest of the day he asked each and every one of his friends what they knew about Axel and X. Everybody told him the same thing, and that if he was looking to get involved, that he should just stop now.
But he couldn't. He had just been so intrigued by those emerald eyes. Clearly the two had met at the wrong time and in the wrong place, but he hoped he'd be able to see him again soon and right the wrongs between them.
Roxas was still thinking about his spiky hair and how he got it to stay like that all the way until he got home. His brother, Sora, was doing homework in the living room and greeted him warmly. He set down his backpack and could hear his mother's voice from down the hall, "Roxy sweetie is that you?"
He sighed. His mom was home early again, "Yeah I'm home."
"Okay good. Go ahead and get started on your homework, and I'll start cooking dinner. I'm making spaghetti tonight!"
Roxas sat down next to his brother. They were close to the same age, a year apart, but they were treated like twins. Same classes, same clothes, even same hair styles when they were younger.
He decided to get himself a glass of water before starting and when he came back the first page of his math work was already done. He smiled, he and his brother had a close relationship. Often times Sora would do his homework because he liked staying busy that way. It's not that Roxas wasn't smart or hated homework, it's just that Sora liked doing it more. What Sora didn't like was doing the chores or eating broccoli, so Roxas would do those things for him. The broccoli only on occasions though.
Sometimes he'd do Sora's homework, after all he had already taken all of his classes. He'd also lend him his old notecards and helped him study. His mother didn't know how they helped each other, but frankly she wouldn't care as long as they kept bringing home the good grades and test scores.
Roxas was zoned out as he started thinking about the red head again. Sora tapped him on the shoulder several times before finally getting his attention, "What's wrong? You're so out of it."
"I was just thinking was all…" he admitted.
Sora, now interested, set down his pencil and held his head in his hands, "Ooh about what?"
"Nothing important."
Sora pouted, "You were definitely thinking about a guy."
Roxas started, nearly choking on his water, "Was not," he defended. He wasn't thinking about just some guy, Axel was most assuredly a man.
Sora smiled, "Yeah you were. I can tell by the look on your face. Whenever you like someone you get this dopy look in your eye when you zone out, and sometimes your cheeks turn pink." Sora giggled at Roxas frowned.
"You made that up."
"Did not," they continued to fight until dinner was called.
Dinner went by in a daze. He could hardly even murmur out the nightly prayer, all through the meal he continued to think about Axel. He also thought about what his brother said and he tried to keep the thinking to the minimum. It was hard though because the sauce was about as red as Axel's hair, which made him keep thinking about him.
That night, when he was all tucked in and everyone was sleeping silently, Roxas was wide awake. He couldn't stop thinking about him. Axel this, Axel that. He was hot, too hot. Normal people weren't that attractive. Were they?
It was almost two and his eyes hadn't been closed for more than a minute. Instead of going to sleep, he decided to do what any other teenager would do and sneak out. He had school tomorrow, but no one would mind if he skipped just one day. He just had to do something right now to at least try to get his mind off of Axel. Halfway down the road he already felt better, but he wished he had brought a jacket.
Roxas ignored the chilly air and walked down the road, towards the clock tower. He passed by a gas station and picked up a serving of his favorite ice cream. Despite the chill in his bones.
As he unwrapped the treat, he started the long trek up the stairs. He started out by taking his time on the ice cream, but quickly objected to any type of slowness when the blue Popsicle suddenly began to resemble what Roxas figured was Axel's member. He seriously couldn't even believe himself, how could his mind betray him like that?
Roxas shook his head, he was just too engrossed in that man to think of anything else. He needed to devise some sort of plan to have them meet up again. Maybe Olette would be willing to help him come up with a solid strategy.
When he reached the top, there was a tiny little garbage can that had just appeared one day and he tossed the stick in there. It landed with a soft clink.
As his hand touched the door he thought he heard someone. He paused, wondering if he should go out or not. Then, he heard his name.
"Roxas…"
It was faint and quiet, was someone sleeping up here? Where they sleep talking? About him no less.
Then he heard it again, "Roxas… god we just met… not even officially."
Just met? He tried to think about people he had just met unofficially. There was only one person he could think, and he was wondering if that was who was on the other side of this door. Roxas took a step up to go through the door quietly, except there wasn't an extra step so he ended up tripping himself.
The hinges creaked and he came around the corner to see the same red head from before.
Axel. That was his name. Axel with his red hair, shining green eyes, and… his hand down his pants. Vaguely, he heard him say something with the most slurred words he had ever heard, but the words weren't registering. It was a question, but he didn't care as to what kind.
He felt his cheek go red as they made eye contact. He had clearly interrupted something important. Roxas started to back out, reaching for the door. One drunken conversation later and some heavy petting, we now bring you back to where Roxas is currently pushed against the door with a beer soaked tongue down his throat.
The taste was appalling to him, but there was something underneath the alcohol that was actually intoxicating. Maybe it was his real taste, which might have been what kept him rooted. Oh who was he kidding, it wasn't because he tasted nice, this seemed to be what he's been pining for all day. He could feel his nerves dropping to the pit of his stomach in a jumbled mess and he tried to resist giggling. He was by no means drunk, but he sure felt like he was.
He shivered as Axel's hand fanned out on his chest while the other pushed his shoulder down. Damn was he strong. Way too strong, this guy had to have been an alien. No one was that strong or this good looking, or this warm!
As he tried to convince himself that Axel was really an alien, said red head started moving downwards and Roxas for the life of him couldn't understand this sudden turn of event. Despite the weirdness in this situation, he really didn't want to complain. All day he had been thinking about Axel, and about how he might be seriously attracted to someone who had nearly run him over.
As if reading his mind, Axel started apologizing in between kisses on his chest, "Sorry… m'so sorry… Roxas, forgive me? From this morning… n'now I'm doin'this… just…So hot… I… think I'll die without you right now…"
Roxas couldn't find the words to answer. He also didn't know how he knew his name. Instead his legs wobbled and he started sliding down the door as Axel began moving his large and hot hand up and down his most sensitive area. He moaned and shuddered but most of it was muffled by Axel's mouth as he came back up to kiss him.
"M'drunk… sorry. Didn't want to… this far… tonight... but age... We'll talk… in the morning."
Without warning both of their pants were gone. Roxas started at the sight of Axel's size, but he didn't have time to think as the man lifted his legs and started prepping him.
This was his first time, he so wasn't ready. Or maybe he was. Hell, he sure felt ready. Axel seemed to know what he was doing, maybe he'd be okay. He hoped he'd be okay. He was still scared, but a couple of fingers later washed away that fear. Axel's hand felt so good inside him, and he shut his eyes in bliss. Maybe, though he knew it was impossible, there was a chance he was getting tipsy off of Axel. Normally he'd never be okay with something as crazy as this.
"You're kind of flexible down here hmm?" Axel purred with obvious enjoyment. Roxas only stuttered and moaned and groaned some more.
Axel kissed his forehead and dived in.
Roxas felt like his whole body had been lit up. Every inch of his skin was on fire, he was burning up, and Axel barely had the tip in. God, what was he saying? Sure he was gay, sure this felt like heaven against a door, but was this really going to be his first time? With a drunk stranger, excuse me, hot drunk stranger? He was even more surprised when it didn't hurt as he thought it would. Well, it stung a little, but the pain was nothing to write home about. He's experienced worst.
For the first time, it dawned on him that this was really it, and before he could stop, he started crying. All movement ceased, and Roxas's watery eyes looked up into Axel's oh so focused ones.
His were apologetic. Roxas felt him withdrawing slowly as he started kissing away his tears. In a spark of panic, because seriously he didn't want to stop even though this was so wrong, he wrapped his arms and legs around Axel's waist and pulled him back in.
"No… don't stop. Please."
Axel's eyes widened as he was forcefully shoved all the way into Roxas. Neither boy could complain, but Axel couldn't help but feel a tinge of guilt. After all he had forced him into this, but it appeared that he wanted it as much as the other did.
Axel was so not going to let him down.
Roxas screamed the loudest scream that had ever left his mouth when Axel was all the way in. He was burning up. Clawing at the door and biting his lip, because of the suddenness, nothing had ever hurt so bad and felt so good at the same time. He opened his eyes wide enough to get a glimpse of Axel's sweaty face and slicked back hair and felt a wave of pleasure roll down his spine and settle at the pit of his stomach.
Axel, in his mind, thought Roxas was the hottest thing he had ever seen or heard in his lifetime.
Without any hesitation he started to move, not even allowing him time to adjust. Roxas didn't need time though as he his body hungrily ate up all that Axel was offering him. He could still smell the alcohol on his breath, and taste it on his tongue, but he was too in the moment to give a single damn. The red haired man pushed him tight against the door as he moved faster.
The first rays of sunlight began to streak through the dusty windows, illuminating the slightly frayed shirt under Axel's unzipped jacket. With all that was going on, Roxas found it funny that of all things, he was thinking about how nice his hair felt in his hands.
He moved quickly and smoothly and Roxas had to grab something, anything, other than the door. Naturally his hands went to find purchase of any kind on Axel's body. He needed skin, he needed to feel the satisfaction of digging his nails into something solid. It was a feral need maybe, but a need nonetheless. His eyes were screwed shut, so he had no idea what he was gripping so hard.
Moments later, the two finished with a unified scream before falling into a pile on the floor. Axel lay on top of him for a few moments before sliding out and rolling over on the tiny platform in a sweaty and emotional mess.