When the two boys realized that Tidus really wasn't coming back, they sat down on the wooden benches. Roxas leaned back on his hands and looked up at the ceiling. "Well…good for your skin, right?"
"Right," Sora answered quietly. Roxas glanced over at him and he was perched at the very edge of the bottom bench, knees pressed together firmly, hands placed in his lap. Sora's fingers fidgeted just a tiny bit, and he looked down at them as they did so.
Roxas sat up, not okay with the uneasy look on Sora's face. He got up and padded over to where Sora was sitting. "What's up?"
Sora looked up and was faced with Roxas' stomach. It was a nice stomach, too. Especially since it was connected to his chest. Sora was immediately distracted. Roxas waved in front of Sora's face. "Seriously, are you gonna be okay?" He sat down next to Sora cautiously.
"I uh…" Sora said, scooting away a little. "We're you worried?"
Roxas laughed, picking a spot on the bench and lying down. The temperature was rising and exerting extra strength to sit up was only going to make it worse. "C'mon, Sora. With you, I'm always worried. You, know, in case you walk into a wall, open your big mouth and get yourself in trouble, drive your car off a cliff-"
Sora poked Roxas in the stomach and he flinched. "I do not drive THAT bad."
Roxas grabbed Sora's hand. "So you admit you drive bad!" They both laughed, and Roxas yanked.
Sora came crashing down atop him, and an immediate silence was induced. Roxas didn't mind the weight of Sora on top of him, and he tried not to shift seeing as how they were both wearing hardly anything. He let out his breath slowly. "How uh…how high do you think Tidus turned it up?" Roxas asked.
Sora's eyes swept across Roxas' body and he lifted himself off of Roxas very slowly, their skin practically adhesive from perspiration. Instead of backing up, Sora shifted his knees forward until he was perched above Roxas, one hand on either side of his head. "Tidus, he doesn't know so, probably pretty hot," Sora commented, licking his dry lips.
Roxas was starting to grow a bit nervous, with Sora hovering over him like that. Did he just lick his lips?
"Doesn't know what?" Roxas asked, in almost a whisper.
Sora tried to breath deeply, but the air was dry. His body felt heavy and his arms weren't going to support him for much longer. Sora leaned down a little, shrugging. He put his hand on Roxas' forehead, pushing his bangs up. "You're hot," he took his hand away. "I mean, it's hot. In here it's…" Stupid, babbling.
"You avoided the question," Roxas pointed out, feeling the heat radiate off of Sora's skin, they were so close. He was sure if they touched it would be searing.
Sora leaned down far enough to whisper in Roxas' ear, letting his lips brush against it. "He doesn't know that when it gets too hot, I get a little light headed and uh…you know," Sora squeezed his shoulder. Roxas didn't know, but boy did he want to. "Burning desires and all…I just can't keep them under control."
Roxas felt his breath catch a little, and he half smiled. "Geeze, Sora. If I would've known, I would've turned the temperature in the house up to at least eighty five," he was joking, of course. Mostly.
When there was no response from Sora but the slight slump of his body, Roxas moved underneath him. "Sora?"
Sora groaned a little. "Passing out. Tidus didn't know…" Sora muttered, and Roxas suddenly felt not only guilty, but slightly panicked.
"Sora, hang on okay?" Roxas said, using the little bit of energy he had to lift Sora off of him. Sora slouched against the bench like a rag doll, rolling his eyes a little.
The water pitcher was sitting very obvious on the other side of the room. As soon as Roxas was sure that Sora wasn't going to topple, he went over and picked up the pitcher, dousing the rocks. They sizzled and hissed, filling the room with much needed moisture. Roxas brought the pitcher back over to Sora. "I know its warm but, some water is better than none."
Sora nodded a little and Roxas steadied his hand as he drank out of it. "Bleh," he said, making a face afterwards. Sora leaned back against the bench and pushed his sweat soaked bangs out of the way. "Sorry. Stupid, right? We live on a tropical island!" He obviously though of this as some sort of weakness.
"Have you always been like this?" Roxas asked.
Sora nodded. "Since I was little. Mom used to get mad if I played out in the sun too long, cause I'd pass out and Riku would have to carry me home."
Roxas took Sora's hand, even though it was slippery with sweat. He squeezed it reassuringly. "Well you've got me now. Tidus won't leave us in here forever."
They were quiet for a moment, Roxas making sure that Sora was just breathing and staying conscious. "So, stupid question on an earlier topic," Roxas began, pouring water on the rocks again and not looking at Sora. "What exactly is this…sexual tension supposed to be like?"
Sora smirked. "About five minutes ago, that's what," he said, hearing a definitive 'click'. Sora stood up with a little wobble. "Doors unlocked. Lets get out of this oven."
Roxas shot to his feet to help Sora, opening the door for them. "Tidus!" he called out into the empty pool area.
Tidus came by the camera with an apple half in his mouth. "Huh?" He noticed Sora was stumbling a little. "Dang Roxas, I never knew you had it in you. You shouldn't work him so hard your first time."
Sora gaped at him and Roxas turned red. "When I FIND you, I'll kill you."
Tidus chuckled, and Roxas noticed he was sitting down in a desk chair. There was a desk and a computer behind him. Was he in an office of some sort? "Your clothes are in the bathroom, and lunch is served courtesy of my good graces, in the kitchen. See you in an hour," the screen went black.
Roxas drank the last of his glass of water, sitting back in his chair and gazing around the formal dining room. The two had found their clothing laid out in the bathroom, and after a quick shower in which neither spoke to each other or looked at each other, they had found two plates of lunch laid out for them on kitchen counter. It had the clear markings of being teenager made, but the two were completely grateful for it. They had picked it up and carried it into the next room. Tidus knew exactly how to torture them, but be just nice enough to eradicate the strong desire to kill him.
"So after this, you want to go try to find him?" Roxas asked, placing his cup and napkin back on his plate.
Sora propped his chin up on his hand. "The house is massive. You got any ideas?"
"Well…he was in a desk chair and stuff. I think he's in some kind of office." Roxas provided.
"So we'll snoop around for an office," Sora decided. He picked up his plate and started back into the kitchen, placing it in the sink. He wasn't sure if he was supposed to wash it or anything, but Tidus hadn't said so, and so he didn't.
"Was this here before?" Roxas asked, picking up what looked like a card key on a black lanyard. It had been sitting on the island in the middle of the kitchen where their lunches had been laid out.
"I'm so thrilled that you two are such good observers," Tidus voice came through the intercom on the refrigerator. "And I heard about your planned adventure, and decided I would help you a little. So while you were eating lunch, I placed a few things here and there for you to find me. I think I'll be taking a nap. Happy hunting!" There was a small fizzling noise as his voice died away.
Roxas put the thing around his neck, as not to lose it. Sora took his hand and pulled him out of the kitchen and through the formal dining room, back to the entryway. "Best place to start, the beginning. What do we know? The spiral staircase is in the middle of the house. The kitchen, dining room, maids room, pool, and garage are to our right."
Roxas nodded. "That bathroom is to the left. But there are a few other rooms down there. We should go check them out." It sounded like a brilliant plan to him, so they started off down the hall to the left.
The first door on their left yielded a parlor like room, with plush seats and a grand piano, ready for entertaining. It wasn't an office, that was for sure. On the right next to the bathroom, there was a quaint little guest bedroom. "Oh, lets take a nap, then!" Sora replied, lying down on the bed.
Roxas smiled at him and pulled him up off the bed. "Not right now, its more important to kick Tidus in the face."
Sora whined a little. "He gets to take a nap and not me!?" He followed Roxas across the hall and opened the door.
"Office," Roxas announced, gesturing around the room.
"Right," Sora replied, going over and opening the topmost desk drawer. It contained some files, some office supplies, and a letter opener. "Well, desk chair, computer, but no Tidus."
Roxas leaned against the doorframe. "Guess we'll go look for another office, then."
"Yeah," Sora agreed, lifting up the calendar on the desk and letting it fall back down. "One with a bigger desk," he added, slipping past Roxas and standing out in the hall. Roxas followed him.
"Bigger desk? What for?" He asked. He didn't see why this would matter.
Sora stopped and turned around, taking hold of the keycard around Roxas' neck. He gently pulled on it and Roxas was forced to lean close to him. "Sexual tension," he reminded him. "Bend over."
"Wha-!" Roxas asked in disbelief, until Sora moved aside and ran the card through a swiping device located on the side of a door.
"Bingo!" Sora said, letting go and pushing down on the handle to let them in the door. He grinned to himself. Sora was slowly building his confidence for what he knew he had to do. One step at a time.