…That whole thing about not complaining about chapters?
Yeah this chapter just took a piss on that. Not…too fond of this one, even by the rest of the story's standards.
Ah, well. Hopefully no one reads this. XD
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or any of the characters mentioned. Square Enix owns them. Either that or Disney owns them.
However, I do own 'At Least He Tried', and the 'Taking Chances' Series.
I also own Chance. Any of the mentioned cannot be used without my permission.
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Chapter 10: Coasters and Swim Trunks
"Chance…Hey, hey HEY! Cut it out, cut it out, CUTITOUT! AH-! STOP! THAT HURTS! Chance, STOP RUBBING IT EVERYWHERE! Chance, Chance, CHANCE FOR GOD SAKE, I HAVE ENOUGH SUN TAN LOTION ON!"
The shorter blonde shoved his boyfriend away, a little peeved, slick and shining from head to toe. His boyfriend stood next to him, a little way's off. Surprise flickered across his face, only to be pushed aside by hurt concern.
"You burn too easily! I just want to make sure you don't get all red today!"
Roxas snorted. "I was doing fine by myself…"
"I know, but you missed a few spots, and I just—!"
"Chance, can we just go already?" Roxas asked impatiently, sighing. The sparkle in his eyes was the only thing that suggested he was raving to go. "I've been looking forward to this all week!"
"Okay, okay!" Chance exclaimed, putting the lotion back in his backpack. "Don't blame me if you get covered in red splotches by the end of the day, dude!"
Roxas chuckled a little, taking Chance's hand and leading him to the park. He pressed his nose to Chance's cheek and muttered, "Oh, Chance…!"
Despite it being November, McKontox was always bright and sunny, not to mention unbearably hot. Roxas was suddenly grateful that Chance had advised he only wear his black undershirt and a pair of tan cargo pants. It must've been over eighty outside, making it the perfect weather for going to an amusement park, one of Roxas's favorite places in the world.
"Why didn't you put any sun tan lotion on?" Roxas accused, suddenly realizing that the light-skinned boy hadn't put any on himself.
"I did it before we left! I TRIED to tell you to, but you wouldn't listen!" Chance sighed, grinning weakly in defeat. "Sides, I don't burn like you do!"
"How can I burn?" Roxas snapped playfully, throwing out his arms. "Sora's my brother! He goes out all day in the sun and comes back with a supermodel tan!"
Chance threw back his head, laughing. "He's lived on the islands all his life! You grew up in Twilight Town, remember? That place rarely gets direct sunlight!"
"…Ohyeah…" Chance started laughing harder, squeezing Roxas's hand slightly. Roxas grit his teeth and bumped Chance's arm with his elbow. "Shut up!"
Chance rubbed his elbow, trying to halt his laughter. "Sorry, dude! You're just too funny!"
"Says the boy with the blue swirls and the rainbow ribbon around his neck."
Chance tugged at his ribbon, grinning like a fox. "Aren't you glad we're dating?"
Roxas cocked his head to the side. "Wha…Yeah, of course I am, why?" For a few seconds, he thought, with dread, he was going to have another conversation in which they talked about whether or not Roxas actually cared about Chance…
"Well, it doesn't say much about you if you're making out with the rainbow-ribbon freak!" Chance crooned, making teasing faces at Roxas. The boy looked at Chance for a moment, confused. Then he scowled, crossing his other arm.
"MEH." One worded comeback. The most brilliant of them all. He kept on his pouting face until they reached the fence. He glanced up, noticing the shade over him all of a sudden. His eyes grew larger, and his arm uncrossed. His jaw slowly began to drop.
"Oh my fucking god…" he breathed, feeling the adrenaline already pumping through his veins. Above him stood the tallest drop he had ever seen on a roller coaster. It almost seemed to brush the skyline. The riders seemed unaware of the sickeningly steep drop in front of them, the upside-down tracks halfway around the coaster, the cave the tracks flew through, the second drop that went straight upside down, the unreachable speed of the other cart, the jerking turns…!
"Oh my god, oh my fucking god, Chance, if we don't get in line for that thing RIGHT now, I think I am going to pass out…!" Roxas shouted, pointing up at the coaster. Chance traced Roxas's gaze with his eyes, and smiled. The smile quickly evolved into laughter. He gripped Roxas's hand and let the boy to the park, his dying laughter jumping up again as he felt Roxas barely move his feet, too busy staring intently at the black and red coaster glittering in the sun.
"Roxas, 'Run For Your Life' isn't going anywhere!" he chuckled. The blonde didn't respond. A small trail of saliva pooled in his mouth, dripping to make it look as though he were drooling to get on the coaster. And, who knows, he probably was!
Chance ordered their tickets as fast as he could; knowing Roxas, every second it took made him even more irritated and fidgety. Chance barely even handed Roxas his ticket before he dashed off to search for the coaster.
"ROXAS! The map's…!" Chance called out, throwing and arm out as though to catch his date. But Roxas was already weaving his way through the crowd. Chance drew his arm back, smirking.
"In my hands…" Shaking his head, he shoved the map back into his back and bolted after the fair-haired teenager, who ended up stopping about five times, looking left and right confused, only to turn in the vague direction of the coaster. Chance finally grabbed him around the waist when he had halted again and swung him into the air. Roxas let out a small shriek of protest, blushing slightly.
"CHANCE! Put me down, we gotta find the coaster!" he complained, crossing his arms and pouting. Chuckling, Chance put him down, though he kept his arms around Roxas to keep the boy from running off.
"Roxas, RELAX. I gotta map right here!" Chance exclaimed, holding up his backpack. Roxas was already reaching for it, struggling in Chance's iron grip. Releasing the boy, he held the backpack high in the air, just above Roxas's reach. The boy jumped, whining, but to no avail.
"You're being mean!" he whimpered. Masking his face with his best puppy-dog pleading face, he murmured, "Please may I have the map?" He even stuck out his bottom lip at the end of his sentence to further add to his face. Chance smiled warmly at the boy.
"Of course you can…" he murmured. He lowered the backpack and took the map out. Handing it to Roxas, the blue-eyed boy all but tore it out of his hands, eyes darting across it. With a small shrill, he pointed.
"There it is!" Looking left and right, the back to the map, he murmured, "Where are we?"
Chance peered over Roxas's shoulder. It was a large park, but pretty well-planned, making discovering their location easy for the patient mind. He lifted his hand and indicated their spot with his pointer finger. "Right there!"
Roxas's head flew up. "That means it's THIS WAY!" He took a lunging step towards the coaster, only to pause, turning around. He looked at Chance, as though torn between the mocha-eyed teen and the thrill ride of his dreams. Slowly, with a strained air, he walked over to Chance and handed the teen the map. When Chance was done shoving it back into his bag, Roxas offered a hand.
"Can we go now?" he asked, batting his eyes twice at Chance. Chance smirked, and leaned in. He hesitated in the last second, murmuring, "May I?"
Roxas leaned up and completed the kiss, feeling Chance's lips gently press against his for little more than a second. Roxas pulled away, smiling sweetly, eyes half-closed. "You don't have to ask for that…" he purred.
Five seconds later, Roxas switched between letting Chance lead and all but pulling the teen's arm out of his socket. The walk lasted almost a month in Roxas's eyes, but in reality, it only took them two or so minutes to reach the giant. Surprisingly, there were only two other groups in line. Chance, leading Roxas to the line, approached one of the families. "Hey, what's going on here?" he asked casually. The father, a slightly over-weight, black-haired fellow, turned to him, amicably enough.
"Someone threw up on the ride earlier, so they shut it down for a while…" He chuckled slightly. "Everyone ended up leaving except for us…"
"Their loss is our gain!" Chance added. The man laughed.
"The chums!"
"What luck!" his wife added, pointing the an attendant coming away from the coaster with a trash bag. "I think it's open!"
Roxas let out another squeak of joy, waving his fists back and forth in front of him. Chance let out another chuckle.
Within minutes, the families were on the coaster, though Roxas and Chance somehow still managed to get the front row. As they slowly lurched for their first climb, Roxas craned his neck, looking back. He smiled, satisfied.
"Look, the line's already getting long!" Chance craned his neck around. Sure enough, already twenty people were standing under the shade of the small enclosure, tapping their feet, gossiping…and waiting. Chance smiled.
"We were just in time!"
They finally began to climb. And climb. And climb. And climb. And…Oh, wait, no, just more climbing. This would never end…!
Roxas felt his heart pound faster and faster, the adrenaline blasting through his veins. He could no longer look down without giving himself a dizzying headache, so he kept looking forwards, staring into the clouds, which looked so close, he felt as though he could touch them…He noticed Chance, out of the corner of his eye, raising a hand, trying to bat at the white mist above them.
Finally, they reached the top. The coaster stopped. Roxas let out a small shriek. The drop was right underneath them. Ninety degree angle, halfway down. He snatched Chance's hand.
"We're gonna freaking die!" he groaned, which developed into a scream as they fell forward, gaining speed at an alarming rate. He felt himself being pushed into the back of his seat, the wind rushing past him so quickly he could barely keep his eyes open. Up, over, upside down, around pillars, beneath the other track, lurching around a wall…Roxas continued to scream out in a mixture of fear, hysteria, and over-all enthusiasm, aware of Chance screaming right next to him.
Finally, they reached the second climb. Roxas breathed deeply, loosening his grip on Chance's hand.
"I don't know if I can handle much more awesome, dude…!" Chance commented, eye wide with excitement. Roxas managed to smile through his gasps.
"Yeah…This is…The best…!" He took one last gulp of air, then sighed deeply. He closed his eyes, hanging his head. "Are we at the top?"
"Now."
Roxas opened his eyes and looked over at Chance, confused. "What?"
"Now, Roxas, we're gonna diENOW!" Chance shrieked. The coaster flew down the tracks faster than it had before, almost as though pushed by an invisible force. Roxas hollered again, his ears blocking out all sounds except for Chance's screams and the rant of the woman behind him, who was positive they were all plummeting to their deaths. It went up, down, up, down, upside-down, corkscrew, loop, around a poll, and then brushed over the other coaster.
Finally, it lurched to a stop, causing everyone to fly against their seat restraints. Everyone gasped and gagged for a few moments, trying to catch their breathes. Roxas and Chance turned towards each other, their lungs relaxing as they caught each other's eyes. They both burst out laughing and lifted hands to high-five.
"THAT WAS AWESOME!" Chance called out.
"I KNOW! We were RIGHT IN FRONT!" Roxas shouted. His eyes closed as he recalled the horrifyingly erratic ride…
They got out of their harnesses, retrieve Chance's bag, and walked out the gate. They stood on solid ground, shaking slightly, but too joyous to care. The background noise from the park mixed with the silence between the two. Honestly, other than that, there was nothing else Roxas wanted to do.
"…Well, now what?"
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"A garden tour!" Chance answered several minutes later, after leading the blonde halfway across the park. Roxas let out small whine.
"Why do you make me walk? I don't like walking! We already walked so much this week! WE WALK NO MORE," Roxas declared. Chance smirked at the teen. He held out his backpack.
"Roxas, do me a favor and carry this for a bit…" he said. The teen sighed. Taking the pack from Chance, he looped it over his shoulders.
"Meanie, making me carry yourWHOA—!" Cutting himself out, he suddenly found himself lifted off the ground. Chance somehow managed to get the boy on his back without him noticing, arms underneath the teen's knees, bent over slightly. Roxas smiled, wrapping his arms around Chance and resting his head on his boyfriend's mass of disorderly hair.
"Okay, this I like…" he muttered, sighing contently. Chance chuckled, and proceeded to carry Roxas towards their destination, wherever that may be.
"I never got to finish, dude!" Chance continued, barely affected by Roxas's weight on his back. As he walked forward at a heavy yet swift pace, he explained, "We don't walk, it's a ride!"
"That's nice…" Roxas murmured, eyes closed. Chance felt a nose press into his hair, and a small tickle as the boy took in a deep breath. The golden-haired let out a sigh.
"What shampoo do you use in your hair…?" the seemingly-tired teen asked. Chance felt his face flush slightly at the question.
"Um, I just use the store brand…!" he muttered, unsure of how to respond to the unusual comment. Or compliment. Or whatever Roxas had meant it to be. Chance wasn't exactly sure.
The teen on his back pressed his cheek into his hair. "Your feet smell better, though…" Roxas muttered, too quiet for Chance to discern, but loud enough for him to hear Roxas make some form of noise. Turning his head, he tried to get a look at Roxas's face, only to find the task was quite difficult.
"Hmm? What?"
He felt the boy stiffen. "Um, y-you probably just smell good then!" Chance wasn't quite certain whether or not Roxas had actually said that to begin with. Deciding to let the subject drop, he turned his head back forward, feeling Roxas relax as the subject was soon forgotten. A few steps later, they turned the corner. Chance stopped, staring at the building ahead of them. His eyes grew wide, a smile splitting across his face.
"There it is!" Roxas raised his head and pressed his chin against Chance's forehead, looking ahead. A large building loomed in front of them, not tall, but very wide. It was covered in navy-colored windows, framed by light gray steel. Roxas squinted, disapproving of the light bouncing off the windows and into his eyes.
"Okay…" Roxas muttered, closing his eyes.
Chance suddenly stopped, craning his neck around to send Roxas a skeptical look. "How much sleep did you get last night?"
"I was too excited…I didn't sleep at all…" Roxas admitted guiltily. He had tried to sleep. He had tossed and turned for half the night. He switched rooms. He remembered walking into Chance's room and trying to lie by him—not that he would admit that—and when that didn't work, he tried Axel's room, he tried counting sheep, and reading. He drank hot milk, thought of the most boring school lectures, gave himself a list of mini chores to do in the middle of the night…But to no avail. "The roller coaster made me sleepy again…"
"Roxas!" Chance exclaimed, eye wide, a frown replacing his smile. "I wouldn't have brought you if you had told me!" He began to walk forward, but he trudged slowly, in a rocking manner that made the blonde's eyelids droop even further.
"You never sleep…" Roxas protested, as though to defend himself.
Chance rolled his eyes. "Roxas, I've been without sleep for years. I have insomnia. YOU don't."
"It's one night…"
Though Chance made a sound of disappointment, he said nothing more on the matter. Roxas felt himself threatening to doze off, jerking his head up every few steps in a desperate attempt to stay awake. He managed to keep awake all the way to the building.
"I wanna wake up…" he muttered. "I wanna go on rides…" He felt Chance stand straight up, and slid off the older boy's back slowly, leaning on him as he stood. He stumbled slightly as Chance moved to take the backpack off his back and slide it over his own.
"We'll go on the tour. You can sleep then!" Chance suggested, smiling.
"But it would be rude…" Roxas muttered.
"Roxas, I've gone on these tours before. Half the people are asleep before the tour guide even intrudes themselves." Looping his arm around Roxas's to guide him; he gave the boy a small tug. "Come on, Rox, the next ride is starting!"
Too tired to resist, the teen followed Chance with closed eyes, hoping he wouldn't bump into anything. He could only imagine what was inside. He forced his eyelids to part as Chance suddenly stopped. He quickly deduced that they were in line slowly proceeding to the actual ride. He managed to keep half an eye open while they waited in line. The ride itself seemed to proceed into a jungle, which would've been normal, only these plants were real. The ride was a bunch of emerald Jeep-shaped shuttles attached to each other. Chance went into the middle bench of the first cart, guiding Roxas into his seat. The moment his rump hit the seat, Roxas pressed himself against Chance, using him as a pillow. For a few minutes, the silence around him slowly began to lull him. He could feel himself drifting off…
"Hello, my name is Stacy, and I will be your tour guide of the McKontox Gardens today!" The shrill female voice pierced through Roxas's head, causing him to wince. He let out a small moan, and managed to open his eyes. He sent a glare up at Chance, who smiled sheepishly at him.
"I didn't know it would be this loud…!" Chance muttered. Roxas sighed, burying his head deeper into Chance's shoulder. He ignored the stupid, shrill-voiced woman's speech on allergies and pregnancies and butterflies and touching things. Attempting to block the sound out proved to be fruitless, so Roxas just focused on the comfortable mass beneath him that was Chance. He vaguely took note of the tires moving beneath him, but was too tired to register anything else.
Chance looked down at Roxas, letting out a small exasperated sigh. He knew this state. He himself had been like this after several days without sleep. It was a state of exhaustion where you were too tired to even fall asleep. I guess it's my fault…Guilt built up in his stomach. If he hadn't gotten Roxas so pumped about the trip, he might not have been up all night…
He shook his head. It was too late now. He was on the ride, and was honestly curious about what types of flowers the tour would show them. Listening to Stacy's jabber, he looked left and right, taking in the vegetation around him.
Giant red flowers, Venus fly traps, poisonous butterflies, deathly berries…It was actually a pretty interesting tour. The colors were vivid and eye-catching, while Stacy's facts sheet seemed to never run out. Almost every single plant along the ride got its own small speech. The pussy willows, the rosebushes, the yew berries, lavender…It even had a section of pictures along the walls of plants that wouldn't survive in the climate or were so rare none could be found to put in the exhibit. He let out a small chuckle when he heard the talk of the paopu fruit, and how 'researchers were struggling to get it to the exhibit'. You can't replant a destiny planner. Vexen deduced that months ago.
And of course, there were the butterflies. Monarchs, painted ladies, leopard lacewings, swallowtails, dogfaces, tigers, longwings, checkerspots…and about a hundred others that Chance couldn't name. They fluttered in front of his face, floating around without a care, as though the people weren't there. He missed half of what the woman said just staring at the insects drifting around. They seemed especially fond of the boy sleeping on his shoulder, resting on him for minutes at a time, only to be brushed off as the boy waved his arms around in protest, moaning tiredly.
The tour lasted a good twenty minutes, which were entertaining to Chance and mildly relaxing for Roxas. Chance looked over at the teen. Stacy's voice had stopped a while ago, and the standard 'Goodbye' speech was read by a recording. It must've been quiet enough to slide over Roxas's ears, for the boy had completely fallen asleep. Chance was tempted to press his lips against the boy's cheek, but feared waking him. He compromised by smiling warmly at the boy.
"Aw, he's so cute when he's asleep…!" he heard someone his nearby him. He said nothing in response. All he did was reach underneath Roxas and lift the boy up, holding him in his arms. The blonde still didn't stir, only rolled his head slightly as he slept. Chance's heart fluttered. It still wasn't beating. But it was trying so hard.
He walked into the lobby, and sat down, laying Roxas across the seats beside him, letting the blonde's head rest on his lap. As he stroked the blonde's hair, he pondered over what he could do. If they walked outside, the combination of the sunlight and the endless babble would wake Roxas up. But, despite the devotion he felt to Roxas, he didn't fancy spending hours inside here, waiting for Roxas to wake. They had to find something to do to wake the boy up…
"The water park!" He jumped slightly to realize there was a boy standing near him, looking down at him with an amicable smile on his face. His glasses hid the color of his eyes, and a hat hid his hair.
"Excuse me?" Chance asked.
"You want to wake him up, right? Go to the water park! The water there's cold!"
Chance slowly smiled. It was pretty hot outside, and it would be a nice place to relax. Sides, Roxas could sleep on one of the chairs while Chance ambled around. He looked down at Roxas.
"Thanks…Wait…" he paused, frowning. The stranger had somehow known he had wanted Roxas awake. "How did you know that I wanted…?" He trailed off uncertainly as he realized the stranger as gone. He looked around, eyes peering through the group of people nearby, but couldn't spot whoever it was. He sat there, puzzled for a moment. Then, he shrugged the moment off. He gently shook Roxas's shoulders. The boy let out a loud objecting moan. Chance leaned down, his lips near Roxas's ear.
"Roxas…We're gonna go to the water park now…" he murmured. Roxas sat up, yawning loudly, stretching his arms. He reached his hands back and rubbed his eyes. Though his left hand pulled away a second alter, he kept itching his right eye, mumbling sleepily as he turned to Chance.
"We need to change…" he muttered. Chance smiled, patting Roxas's shoulder.
"We'll do it when we get there…" He stood up, offering Roxas a hand. "Come on, let's get moving."
The teen managed to get to his feet, though for the most part, it was Chance supporting him as they stood up. Roxas slid on the backpack again, and stumbled through the lobby, Chance's hand the only thing keeping him going. He squinted as the bright sunlight assaulted his eyes, lifting a hand to shield them for a few moments. They continued walking, off to the side. Chance stopped Roxas and crouched down.
"Wanna ride?" he offered. Roxas fell onto Chance's back, resting his head against the boy's shoulder as Chance stood back up.
"You're the bestest ever…" he murmured, trailing off into a mumble. "I have to do more nice things for you…"
Chance smiled, a blush stretching across his face. "Roxas, as long as you're happy, I'm happy…" The couple said nothing more as Chance carried the teen around the park, only pausing twice to check a map standing nearby. The warm sun made Roxas doze again, which was constantly interrupted by a sudden scream, or Chance stumbling on this or that.
The walk lasted no more than ten or so minutes, before the cool spray from the water began to mist their faces. Standing in front of them was a giant water park, with a wave pool, several waterslides, a few water rides, a lazy river, and all. Roxas sighed, already feeling the cool water running over his burning body. He hadn't realized how hot he was until they walked out of the shade and into direct sunlight.
"Tell Axel the sun's too hot…!" he complained, waking up a bit more. Chance laughed. He stopped, and stood up straight again. Roxas slid off Chance, stumbling a bit as his feet hit the ground. He held out his hand, hoping Chance would take it and lead him to the changing room. "You have your suit on already, right?"
"Duh, dude!" Chance beamed, smiling at Roxas with a closed eye. Roxas smiled back at him, eyes still half closed, thinking of his own yellow and blue trunks underneath his pants. At least there was something he had done this morning!
Only thing he had really forgotten was suntan lotion and sleep.
The two walked into the changing room, though once again, Chance was leading. Roxas forced his reserve energy to stop dragging his feet and start actually picking them up for a change. He let out a draw of air, cursing his exhaustion. Why couldn't he have slept last night? Couldn't he wake up now?
"What do you mean all taken?" Chance asked, confused. Roxas finally tuned in the conversation between himself the woman behind the counter, about getting a changing room with a locker.
"I'm sorry, all of our other double changing rooms are taken…"
Chance sighed, thinking for a moment. Waving his hand in the air, he muttered, "Could you please tell me what else you have?"
The woman typed rapidly, the screen coming up with several pages before she found the ones she desired. "We have four triples open up, and a large single…"
"How much for the single?" When the woman looked skeptically at the boys, Chance turned red, muttering, "We just need the room to keep our clothes in! We already have our suits on!"
She gave Chance a look over for a few moments before accepting his sincerity. She looked back at the screen. "Five dollars an hour…"
"Super, we'll take it!" The woman nodded, smiling amicably at the boys, though there was a warning light in her eyes. She lifted a key and handed it to Chance. After thanking her for the room number, the two walked off down the hall, careful not to slip on the damp floor. Roxas realized he had no idea what was going on; though he had listened to the conversation, not even half of it had registered in his mind.
"What just happened?" Roxas asked. Chance looked down at him, confused. "I was half asleep through all that…" he admitted. Blushing again, Chance rubbed the back of his neck, slightly embarrassed.
"I couldn't get us the double, so we're gonna split a single…" Opening his eye again, he asked, "Is that okay?"
"We both have our trunks on, so we won't need to strip or anything…" Roxas muttered. Briefly, his mind flashed to a dark, candle-lit room, the aromas of Old Spice and sea-salt filling his nostrils. The lighting in the room perfectly flattered everything that it bounced off of. He imagined Chance standing at the edge of the bed, slowly taking his shirt off, posing, reaching his thumbs into his pants, batting his eye at Roxas…Licking his fingers, shirt off, eyes glittering with lust…
He hadn't realized it, but his face was getting darker and darker as the thoughts continued. It only high-lighted the whites of his huge eyes. His spine was all of a sudden erect, his mind racing with too many counter thoughts to be tired anymore. What was he THINKING? Seriously, what WAS that? He was sixteen! He shouldn't even be ABLE to think about that! His heart beat faster and faster, and a part of him was wishing that would actually happen. A part of him he was currently crushing with every mental block he could think of, but a part of him, none the less. A hand lifted in front of his face as he bit on his nails, hoping the pressure in his nose would die down soon.
"Roxas?" the mocha-eyed teen of his fantasies asked, turning his head to look into Roxas's eyes. Roxas turned away from Chance, turning darker. Chance couldn't crane his neck like that; it made his neck muscles bulge…! Oh my god, oh my god, Chance, fuck, no, no, DO NOT WANT…!
"N-Nothing…" he muttered guiltily, curling his fingers up nervously. He kept his eyes off of Chance, waiting for the pressure in his nose to die down. He sighed in relief as it did. The fantasy was burned in his mind forever, but he could at least put it aside for now to enjoy the rest of the day. Or at the very least he convinced himself that he did NOT actually want ANYONE that way. Even if he told Chance he loved him right now, despite what his hormones said, he wanted no part in that kind of relationship yet, possibly ever. At least I'm awake now…
They got to their room—room 365, halfway down the hallway—and unlocked the door, walking in. Chance closed it behind him, then taking a look around. It was relatively small, but large enough for two people to walk around in. There was a small locker in the corner, and a bench nearby. Roxas wasted no time taking his shirt off, worming out of it.
"Come on, Chance, let's get go—!" He cut himself off as he turned to the teen. His eyes grew large again, the blush returning. Chance's shirt was on his shoulders, his fingers fiddling with the zipper of his pants. Roxas's prior thoughts had been less flattering than reality; that was all he could honestly think. His chest was more toned, his abs better shaped, his shoulders more powerful…Roxas gulped, trying to dart his eye away before Chance looked up. At this, he was unsuccessful. Chance was NOT beautiful. Despite Roxas constantly praising his boyfriend's looks, the boy didn't have the right face to be one of the pretty boys. But his body made up for what his face lacked.
"Let's get going?" Chance finished, done unzipping his pants, having them pulled off. Roxas turned away from the teen, tossing his own shirt aside. Every molecule in his body was screaming at him to turn around, to take in the artist-sculpted body behind him, but he forced himself to remain turned around. Dating or not, staring at anyone without their shirt on was just weird…
"Um, yeah…" he muttered nervously. At least he wouldn't have to deal with this for…
Then, it hit him. They were going swimming. Of COURSE Chance was going to have his shirt off…He practically snapped his spine, standing up quickly as he did. His heart seemed to forget how to beat for a few seconds, and he swore that the room was spinning left and right. Great. Fantasy of striping Chance, followed by a swimming edition Chance. And he was to cope how? He fell back a little, dazed. I am DEFINITELY awake now…He thought about Chance's build again, biting his bottom lip. Bright side…bright side…Um...Good view?
…Stupid hormones. Honestly, he that freakish thought was the first time anything like that had ever happened to him ever. Roxas KNEW he wasn't that kind of person. He had seen Chance in swimming trunks before, even when he had realized his feelings for the boy. This was the first—and possibly the only—time this had happened. Roxas…just didn't want to chance that.
"Roxas?" He forced himself to look at Chance, keeping his eyes level with Chance's own. The teen was standing behind him, a towel over his left shoulder, his right hand resting on his hip. "Getting ready soon?" He was blushing slightly, too, but the amusement in his eyes balanced it out. At first, Roxas felt a bit disappointed about Chance not making a big deal with him in just his swimming trunks. Then, with a jolt, he realized Chance had been in love with him far longer, and, if this had ever happened to him, he had dealt with it before.
"Roxas?" the teen asked again, confused by Roxas's silence.
"Hmm? Oh, um, yeah…" Roxas tore his pants off, kicking off his shoes. He snatched up his towel and sprang towards Chance, eagerly taking his hand and walking side by side with the boy. Though he relaxed himself enough to feel comfortable around the paler boy, he couldn't help but sneak a glance on the occasion at him. The only thing the teen had on was his waterproof armbands, his rainbow ribbon, and his red and black swimming trunks.
Chance was flawed. He was suicidal, he was a bit clingy, he wasn't the smartest, or the strongest, and he wasn't the best looking.
But…
"DA-AMN, dats a faine paiece of ayass rite ova dear, aint it, hun?" Word for word, that's exactly what came out of that woman's mouth. Roxas turned to see a dark-skinned woman gawking at the multi-colored haired boy holding his hand, giggling with her friend. He snorted. Not exactly great vocabulary, but…Yeah, that's pretty much it…He blushed. It was inappropriate, but true.
He turned back to Chance. As usual, the boy was in his own little oblivious world, not even noticing the girls behind him. Roxas let out another snort. He shot a glare at the girls, then leaned over and gave Chance a long kiss on the cheek, just to shove it in their faces. He pulled away to find a baffled Chance staring at him.
"What was that all about?" Chance asked.
"I can't just kiss my boyfriend on the cheek when I feel like it?" Roxas asked, glancing back at the girls and putting a little more emphasis on the word 'boyfriend'. They gawked, but said nothing more. Chance smiled at him, eye closing, a small rose color tinting his cheeks.
"I guess I can't argue with that…" he chuckled, raising a hand to rub his cheek. Roxas smiled. They walked again in silence. Roxas would open his mouth to say something, but, to look over at Chance to start a conversation; he had to steal a glance at the boy's entire being. Mouth shutting instantaneously, he looked forward again. Chance seemed content with the silence for once, making no attempt to converse with the teen. It got to the point when Roxas would just keep flicking his eyes to Chance, trying not to make his obvious staring noticeable to the teen. Eventually, however, he knew something had to be said.
"Um…Do…Do you work out?" He could've slapped himself for letting something like that slip out of his mouth. Chance's pace slowed beside him, a blush crossing his face.
"W-well…When I get the time…I…I do a bit…" Roxas's face darkened, realizing the awkwardness of the situation. They walked together, their hands only half gripping each other, their discomfort evident. Roxas sighed. He could be such a hypocrite. He went on and on about how Chance should feel comfortable, Chance should let loose, Roxas could handle whatever affection Chance threw at Roxas…And yet Roxas was uncomfortable right now. They've been together for almost month. Roxas was not the leading expert on how fast couples moved, but HE wanted to be comfortable talking about anything around Chance.
Starting with his fine-tuned body.
"It's just…It looks good…" he commented, still turning darker. Chance tensed, unsure of how to react.
"R-Really?"
"Y-Yeah…People are kinda looking…" Roxas glanced around. He had always felt confident that, because of Chance's unattractive face, his disorderly hair, and his strange tattoos, plus his sexuality, he would be safe from any competition. But he couldn't help but notice that it wasn't just those two women earlier who were looking at Chance. He narrowed his eyes at a teenager who bat her eyes and giggled at Chance, hissing at her when Chance wasn't paying attention. He turned back to Chance, staring uncertainly at the boy's physique. Suddenly self-conscious of their relationship, he pulled Chance closer, wrapping his arms around his. Chance jumped slightly, skin heating underneath Roxas. The blue-eyed teen closed his eyes, his cheek resting against Chance's shoulder.
"Hmm? Hands not good enough anymore, dude?" the mocha-eyed teen asked, letting out a small laugh. Roxas opened his eyes and looked at Chance, slowing their walk. He smiled at Chance, the blush on his face the only indication that he was embarrassed to say the following.
"You just look so good, I'm afraid if I don't cling to you, someone will snatch you up…!" he crooned at the older teen. Chance flushed, and glanced around. He didn't notice anything different. He looked down a Roxas, flustered.
"I-I don't notice anyone…" he muttered. Roxas rolled his eyes.
"It's because you're oblivious to everything…I thought you said you could read people!"
Chance rubbed the back of his neck. "It's not that simple…" Putting his hand back by his side, he added, "I never even knew you liked me until you told me…"
Roxas protruded his bottom lip, pouting slightly. And I made it obvious enough…He craned his neck around, watching the girls around him warily. One group was giggling hysterically, staring at Chance with goo-goo eyes. Roxas tugged at Chance's arm, pointing over to the group. "See what I mean?"
Chance turned to the group of girls. Something must've been pretty funny, for they kept laughing, looking down at their cell phones. Maybe there was a funny video they were sharing? A few looked up at him and gave him a casual wave. He waved back, smiling.
"Roxas, I think you're being paranoid…" he muttered. Roxas gawked at him for a moment. Chance leaned back, a bit surprised. "They're probably just texting people about something funny, dude!"
"Or saying they saw a complete hottie at the water park…" Roxas grumbled under his breath, blushing lightly. Chance pushed the small compliment aside, leaned down, and gave Roxas a small kiss on the cheek. He pulled away, smiling gently at the boy, eyes warm. Baby blue eyes stared back at him in wonder, blood flying through his veins.
"Roxas, even if they were looking at me like that, it doesn't matter…I only…" He trailed off, blushing. Roxas leaned in with anticipation.
"You only…" he prompted. Chance leaned away, biting his bottom lip nervously. "Chance, you can tell me anything…" Roxas murmured, shaking his head, keeping eye contact with his other. The taller teen stared down at him for a few more moments. Roxas sighed. "I just called you a hottie and said your body looks good. COME ON…!" he whined, blushing. Chance matched his facial color, and was silent for a few moments more. He let out a small heave; closing is eye for a moment. When it opened again, it was tenderer than it had been before.
"Roxas, out of all the people here, I…I only have my eyes on you. You know that, don't you?" Chance asked, leaning down a bit more to rest his head against Roxas. Blushing, he muttered, "I still don't know how to act in a relationship, but you want us to be comfortable around each other…" He took in a small whiff of Roxas's hair, then leaned back down, capturing the boy's gaze with his own. "I love you, Roxas. I don't love the people here, or the girls over there, or anyone else. So why does it matter if people look at us, right?" he added, sending a small smile to the teen.
For a few moments, Roxas stared at Chance. They had completely stopped walking, standing just outside the changing area. His heart seemed to have dropped down to his feet, stricken with a sudden over-dose of adoration. His hands flung up, grabbed the sides of Chance's face, and pulled him into a fiercely loving kiss. Chance immediately kissed him back, wrapping his arms around the boy's skinny frame. Roxas pulled away, eyes vibrant, an equally upbeat grin stretching across his face.
"That's all I ever wanted to hear…" he murmured. Chance smiled, leaning in to give Roxas a small Eskimo kiss.
"And you're awake now?" Chance asked. Roxas laughed lightly.
"I couldn't be more awake if I wanted to…!"
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I warned you about this chapter, bro.
Let's just get this over with…~
Ohgodthisispainful.
~Cat's Eye