We exit onto the platform, so in the bowels of Sunset Town that I don't recognize where we are, at least, not at first.

"The beach?" I follow Axel skeptically; he's taken back up hand holding. "Why the beach?"

"You can't even bare the thought of being surprised?" Axels voice still has that weight—of what we started but didn't finish on the train. I didn't take Axel for a gentleman, of course, I didn't take him for that good of a kisser either. Still, this is awfully romantic for a do and drop, but if you have munny flaunt it, right?

The platform opens directly onto the sand; the sun is dripping low into the water casting the world in last light. There are palm trees nearer to the shore, clustered together at the edges. Luckily, there is a stone path. I did not wear the right shoes for tromping all around in the sand.

"So," axel says clearing his throat, dragging me along. "Why did you get into Struggle?"

I give him an odd look. "Are we really walking along the beach at sunset?"

"Currently, but we're walking somewhere. So be patient and answer the question pretty please."

I just can't imagine where we are going. The beach is pretty deserted, so boning in the sand isn't out of the question, but I'd rather not. Us sinking into the wet sand, the waves rolling up our legs as he thrusts into me. The mental image alone is enough to threaten a boner, but it's not the best place, especially not for a first time. I just don't want sand in my ass crack for days to come; it's not too much to ask.

I also don't know why we are talking, when we could be doing other things.

"Hayner got me into struggle. It got weirdly competitive between us, but never friendship ruining. It was always so fun, and now that he's…uh…" I clear my throat letting the sentence wander until lost. I shouldn't have said so much, I drank more then I thought if its this easy to talk to Axel.

"Hayner is…"

"My boyfriend." Axel stops dead, I almost run into him and I swear gives me the most incredulous look yet. I bust up laughing.

"You ass."

"Like you don't have multiple partners."

He rolls his eyes and keeps moving. "You've got me all figured out, huh?" And his look is a challenge.

I swallow. "Maybe not." I admit. My head swirling, from the drinks I had or Axels smooth tone or the taste of him, I'm not sure. "Why did you get into Struggle?"

"My brother," his voice goes very far away. "He…liked it. Used to watch it with me after he got off work. When I was about ten he entered me in a Struggle match hoping I'd somehow kick ass."

"And you did?"

"No. I was shit, but I wanted him to be proud of me. So, together, we trained really hard and the next match I kicked ass—for a ten year old in so much padding I could barely move anyway…" He chuckles and I follow suit, it's a cute story. "So is Hayner, is he, the boy in the hospital?

This makes that bubbly head spin stop, all I can do is nod as Axel looks at me and try to repress any thought, any little tiny memory. I don't want Axel to see, and for some reason, I feel like he is really looking.

"He wasn't your boyfriend was he? I mean, before?"

I laugh, because its absurd. I never even entertained the idea because Hayner liked girls. String bikinis and big titties, those were his go to reasons to drool over some poor girl. "No, he's straight." Or well, I guess not, but Axel doesn't need to know that. I give him a sideways glance. "Why?"

"Unresolved love. I can't compete with that."

Why would you want to? But I don't say that, he's charming me into thinking that this wont be more then a one-time thing. Dude. You're already getting in my pants don't waste your energy, but I don't say that either. I'm enjoying the fantasy.

Axel pulls me around a bend of palm trees and hidden just there on the dock is a low jet-black speedboat—the moonlight making the glossing paint job gleam.

Its one of those luxury boats with a cabin built into the back. Axel has put up poles all around the edge and strung string lights holding little lanterns to light up the deck. In the wood there's a half circle cut and pillows set all around. There's a picnic basket and a bucket full of choice bottles.

It's beautiful. I'm filled with a sort of crushing awe.

"Make yourself comfortable." Axel says in my ear, my back pressing into his front and all I want to do is turn around and kiss him. Hard. With all the appreciation I can muster, but he's gone before I get the chance.

I watch him pull up the anchor, then turn back touching my side gently. "Sit, please. Gotta play captain for a second." So I do, pulling of my shoes like a right hooligan. I sit crossed legged among the throw pillows as Axel takes the helm as starts up the engine.

I look away from him, closing my eyes as the wind pulls at my hair and clothes. Over the water the stars are reflected, like a net of fairy lights pulled over the ocean as Axel propels us through the cosmos.

Fuck am I turned on.

We make small talk, of course, the weather. The date. Struggle. I pick out of the bucket something that looks similar to what we had on the train, undo the wrapping, search around for the cork puller, find it and pop the bottle. Only I cant find glasses, either they're cleverly hidden or I'm blind. Whatever. Axels watching the water, taking us far from shore.

It'll just be him and me with no chance of escaping this God awful wonderful feeling. I take a swig and then another. It's not the same as what I had on the train, but instead, a smooth white wine. I feel less pinched, less awkward with the alcohol soothing my mind into a more comfortable state.

Axel looks back at me and laughs. "Getting started without me?"

I undo the front buttons on my shirt, and look at him through my lashes. "Would you like me to?"

His face is all lust. "No," he says coyly. "Id rather make you wait, seems a befitting punishment for starting without me."

"Tease," I say leaning back on my arm. I take another swig my vision a swirl of night sky and Axel. A flare in the night, a brightness about him that makes him feel wrong on the water, like a flame cast into the ocean.

Axel barks a laugh. "I'm the best kind of tease."

"Prove it."

Axel kills the engine at my words or because we've reached our destination I don't know. He leaves the wheel walking with the confidence of a man who knows he's being watched, he bends over those ridiculously long legs to drop anchor, to rise up slowly looking back over his shoulder, and smiling. Not smirking, smiling. I'm flush with drink and I smile stupidly back at him.

He walks over to me and throws himself down. Smoothly he snatches the bottle from me and takes several long drinks. I am memorized by his Adams apple bobbing up and down along his pale neck.

"Did you…do all of this? Or you know…did you pay someone?" Axels digging into the basket behind him, he presses something into my hand, ah food. I take small bites, its good. Just like everything else.

"I actually did all of this." My eyebrows go up, I survey the décor again, my heart beating with a heavy thump. "What don't believe me?"

"No," I'm now sufficiently buzzed and I know Axel can tell. "I don't see why you would bother."

Axel takes my hand, flipping over to my palm. He touches me like I'm glass. "Would you believe me if I said I did it because I wanted to?"

I shake my head slowly. "No."

"Then because I like you."

"Why?" I'm an asshole, I have no problem admitting it.

Axel's mouth draws into a pensive frown, his face suddenly to serious for my liking. Then he has the glint of someone who could get away with anything. "I don't know." I scoff. "But Id like to find out." He slips his finger under my chin pulling me in for one of those tender kisses, pressing his mouth into mine gently. Though, tender doesn't last and soon were hungrily kissing each other. I open my mouth and Axel takes the invitation, his tongue expertly working around mine. Axel's hands are everywhere, at my hips, drawing me nearer still. At the small of my back and down to the curve of my ass.

I try to match him, but I think I've drunk too much because I'm too frozen in the moment to do anything but wrap my arms around his neck. All I can do is let him touch me, and boy, does he do that well.

Axel pulls away, I lock my arms, why did he take up all the way out here if not for this?

"So," he says into my face, his breath like cinnamon. "Top or bottom?"

"You're kidding right?" He looks at me sharply. "You're not a bottom, are you?" I say, almost fearfully. I like getting held down and fucked until I literally cant take it anymore. I never imagined Axel liking the same but stranger things have happened.

"Versatile," Axel sticks out his tongue. "I'm a man of many talents."

"tonight, your talent is topping."

"Good to know." He pauses. "Dominant or submissive?"

I blush. "Why?"

"Not that I'm going to have much of a problem it seems, but id like to know the best way to please you."

"Submissive."

"Always…or?"

"No," I'm beet red, I know it. "Why does it matter?"

"Good. I enjoy being dominant, but its nice to mix it up too."

"Okay," I agree quickly, trying to push back that nagging voice that says this is a one time only deal. All Axel's effort to know me a waste of one night pleasure.

He kisses me with more passion then before, making me dizzy, as if he let himself loose, and I know this time we wont stop.

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