N: Nearly
Roxas wanted—no, absolutely required a break from Axel. It wasn't that he had fallen out of love with the man; it was the complete opposite, Roxas loved him very much. It was just… Roxas had his priorities and unfortunately, college came first and until Roxas graduated with honors, with a double-major in Spanish and Business, without dying, Axel would come in second for the next five or so years.
The good news for Axel was that Roxas didn't have the time to see anyone else. The bad news for Axel was that Roxas didn't have the time to see anyone at all. And both of them clearly knew that a serious relationship required commitment, both emotional and physical. Axel had to reluctantly come to the terms that Roxas could provide neither.
But he really, really loved Roxas, he insisted.
So yes, Axel moaned and bitched when his then-boyfriend proposed the break, but had to shut up when Roxas pointed out that the older male was kinda needy and the blond was kinda unavailable.
"Don't think of it like a break-up, Axel," Roxas offered. "Think of it as a 'Hold on, let me finish something real quick.'"
"Except the 'real quick' part doesn't apply here!" Axel cried.
But, it was all right; the two were in totally different majors and classes (Axel being a senior; Roxas being a sophomore) and they would never, ever cross paths unless they both made conscious efforts to do so. Axel was majoring in illustration; he was mainly in the North East campus while Roxas was at the South West one.
Until, well, Roxas had forgotten he needed to complete his three credit hours of visual arts in order to graduate.
He signed up for ART 103: Drawing I. It was a freshman-level course that usually the art majors took. The class that everybody else took for their art credits, ART 105: Photography, was taken.
Drawing I was also the class at which Axel was forced to be a Teacher's Assistant. He only became one because he was missing credit hours to graduate and his favorite teacher offered for him to be his TA. It was purely for the teacher to go into the back room and take a nap while Axel watched everyone draw fruit. He saw it happen when he took it three years ago; he never imagined he'd be the miserable TA who threatened everyone with honest critiques when people were getting off-topic.
He thought he'd be the miserable ol' TA, until he saw Roxas walk through the doors.
"Oh-ho, yes." Axel was going to make Roxas pay for going on a break. He was going to make the blond miss him terribly.
Normally the TA's didn't go around and make comments here and there like a professor would, but the redhead made himself an exception. He'd especially concentrate on Roxas, the one non-art major student who needed a bit more critique than the others. And he'd make sure to give all of his advice murmuring into Roxas's ear while using his "bedroom voice": the low, husky whisper he knew turned Roxas on.
"No no, you see: you need to make harder strokes. Your value is too light."
"Makes me excited to see how deep in concentration you are with your drawings. I mean, your gaze is rock hard."
It didn't stop with stupid innuendo. Whenever Axel could, he would grab the blond's ass, land a quick peck on the ear, or even go so far as to keep the hand on Roxas's thigh a few seconds longer than necessary.
And one particular day, when Roxas came in wearing one of the older man's old shirts, Axel nearly threw him into the supply closest and fucked him silly.
Nearly.
But Axel would still continue to be the villain in this story—until Roxas finally downgraded the Spanish to a minor. Best "I missed you" sex ever.
A/N: Ha ha, hi guys! Long time, no see! I wrote this in less than half an hour. And it shows! I stopped for so long because I was trying to focus on school and writing fanfiction was on the bottom of my To-Do List. And since I've started, I've have matured so much. Some of these earlier chapters for me are just kinda bwaugh and shameful, BUT! I have no interest in rewriting them at all.
Hopefully "O" will have something dirty in it. I haven't written porn in a long time.