Author Notes:
Contains explicit sexual content.
Chapter 25
The Sullivans
Summary:
Roxas has the great displeasure of meeting Axel's family.
When Christmas was close they decided to leave their own festivities and gift exchanges until New Years Eve. Axel had been adamant that they wouldn't be having a nice time over the next few days, and that he'd prefer to keep their own celebrations a separate thing. So they left gifts at home and packed up bare essentials, flying out to Axel's home city early on Christmas Eve.
During the flight Axel seemed a bit moody and tense, but it also seemed to lift every time Roxas made contact with him. So Roxas made sure that plenty of hand holding was going on during their journey.
Roxas also felt nervous. The situation with Axel's parents hadn't seemed to improve at all, and if it was getting worse Axel was definitely not letting on. But Roxas thought it must be okay, otherwise they would have flat out refused to house Roxas over the next few days.
Roxas set his mind to trying to be the perfect house guest. He wanted to try to change the Sullivan's mind about him dating their son. His hope was that they only harbored negative feelings towards him because they hadn't met him yet. Though Axel had been quite adamant that even if they loved Roxas they still wouldn't approve. Roxas really wanted to prove Axel wrong on that point.
When they landed Axel rented a car and they drove around. Axel played tour-guide this time, pointing out all the sights they drove past and shared his childhood adventures with him. It made Axel's past seem more real, and helped Roxas to imagine a kid Axel running around, causing mischief. This part of their journey was pleasant. But before long a thick cloud felt like it was squashing them as they reached a rather impressive looking mansion with an equally impressive security gate.
They pulled onto the gravel driveway and parked next to some flashy looking cars. Axel's parents weren't around to greet them, which Axel seemed very grateful for as he gave a relieved sigh. A tall and rather elderly gentleman came out of the house to greet them though. He was dressed in a simple suit and held himself quite well, walking with a sprightly spring in his step towards them as they got out.
"Mr. Sullivan, so good of you to join us again this Christmas. And this must be… ." Roxas received a warm smile.
"Roxas Wainwright, my boyfriend," Axel introduced with a sweeping gesture and a fond smile.
"Oh. Your parent's didn't -"
"That's fine. I didn't expect that they would," Axel brushed off and heaved his bag out of the back of the car. "Rox, this is Martin Braxton. Long time butler to the family and the glue that holds the household together."
"Young master, that's not -"
"It's true, and everyone knows it."
Roxas also got his bag out and slung it over his shoulder, coming around the other side of the car to join Axel.
"Nice to meet you," Roxas greeted with a warm smile and a robust handshake.
"Likewise, sir." His attention returned to Axel. "I've been instructed to take you to your rooms. Your parents are out and won't be back until dinner."
"Don't suppose you arranged a full day excursion for them, huh?"
"Well your mother is so fond of the countryside that it didn't take much encouraging."
Axel grinned. "Fantastic. Lead the way, Braxton." Axel took Roxas' hand and they all walked towards big glass doors. Axel chatted with the other man, and it was obvious that they held each other in warm regard.
Roxas wasn't really listening to the discussion about the household goings-on though. He was too busy thinking of the ramifications of the word rooms. It felt like this would somehow set the tone for the next few days, and Roxas didn't think he was going to look forward to it.
As they passed into the mansion there were a great many hallways and even more doors. Roxas didn't know where they were being lead to, nor if he would ever find his way out on his own. He stayed close to Axel, holding on tight and bumping into him frequently, as he was looking around, rather than where he was going.
They were lead through a big central foyer, with long halls branching off every which way. Stairs were climbed and corners were turned, but eventually they came to a halt.
"You'll be staying in here, young master. And your guest will be in the adjoining room next door."
"I know this'll probably sound stupid but… what's wrong with my old room, Braxton? Bed's big enough to fit both of us."
"It is currently being renovated, and your parents thought it would be more comfortable for you to stay in the south wing."
"Where we can be out of everyone's way and not be heard, huh," Axel filled in the unspoken blanks. Braxton gave a minute nod and looked quite grave.
Axel opened up the door to his room with a creak and was instantly greeted by the sight of a single bed, which stood out like a sore thumb in the middle of the quite modest room.
He turned back towards Braxton. "If my boyfriend and I get stuck in the reject wing why can't we at least get one room to share and a decent bed?"
"Renovations, sir," came the lamenting response.
Axel barked a laugh at that. "Thanks Braxton. I never knew my folks cared so much for renovating before now."
"Neither did I. It certainly seems to be a new hobby of theirs. I will call you when dinner is served - at seven, sharp."
"Thanks."
"My pleasure." Braxton gave them both a sympathetic look and gracefully wandered off down the hall.
Axel sighed and Roxas followed him over the threshold. "Welcome to the Sullivan's prejudice rooms. We have all the modern comforts of a shitty bed, and a television," Axel bemoaned sarcastically, throwing his bag on the puny bed.
"Don't forget the wardrobe."
"Oh yes. And the bedside stand. Might as well praise having one of those as well. My folks are real generous."
"They do know we're together, right?" Roxas didn't want to believe that Axel's parents would be doing this to them on purpose.
"Oh yeah. I made it abundantly clear. Pretty sure you've heard me on the phone to mom."
Roxas sighed, nodded and looked around himself feeling dejected.
"The fact that not even old Braxton knew about us says it all. Coz he usually knows everything."
Roxas frowned and wandered over to the one other door in the room and opened it to discover the bathroom. "At least we get a big enough bathtub."
Axel appeared behind him. "Ah-ha! They didn't realize that silicone lube has been invented. We can definitely get off in this." They stepped into the bathroom and examined it.
"Even has jets, nice!" Roxas enthused.
"About the only thing that is."
Roxas continued through the other door in the bathroom to find another bedroom with a sad little single bed standing inside of it. "Guess this is me."
Axel groaned. "This is so fucked. I'm gonna sneak us into my old room tonight. Bullshit it's being renovated. Bullshit not sleeping in the same bed as my beloved Cinnabun."
"Shouldn't we respect your parents wishes?"
Axel threw him a disbelieving look. "Do you really want to?"
Roxas gave the sad little bed another once over. It depressed him just thinking about it. "I don't want to but I think we should try. Maybe it'll change their minds about us?"
Axel grunted in dismay. "It won't."
"Can we at least try?"
Another loud groan sounded. "Fine," he drawled out in resignation. "But I'm gonna miss feeling you up."
"We can always play catch-up when we get home. Thanks for trying with me, Ax." Roxas drew himself against Axel and hugged him. Warm arms wrapped around Roxas and held him firm.
This really did suck. Roxas didn't know if he could sleep alone in a bed with the knowledge that Axel was just next door. He was too addicted to the warmth and cuddles. But he'd have to try. A heavy sigh seeped out of him. "So… Braxton seems nice," Roxas ventured while still pressed against Axel's chest.
"Yeah, he is. Been working for my family since I was born. He's had my back more times than I can count and also parented me more than my parents ever did."
Roxas gave a sad look up and received a kiss.
"Don't look like that. Let me show you all my favorite hiding spots and let's see if they really did lock all of the rooms."
The rest of the late afternoon was spent getting off-track in the large mansion. Axel claimed he wasn't lost but Roxas seriously doubted it. Yet it was all still fun.
They found ballrooms and large studies. Axel's parents lead a very socially active life and usually had a minimum of two parties a month, with high profiled guests staying over from time to time. So everything was grand, sparkling and ostentatious.
Axel showed Roxas all the sneaky nooks and crannies that a once-much-shorter Axel had no trouble squeezing into, but were now a comical struggle for his adult version.
They found Axel's old room, which was indeed locked and shut tight. Axel wore a disgruntled look. Roxas tried to distract him by tugging at his arm and taking him towards a hallway and stairwell that they hadn't ventured down yet.
A well equipped gymnasium, swimming pool and sauna area greeted them. Roxas was also shown a movie room, which housed an impressive projector, as well as a grand film and television library.
Eventually 7pm loomed close and they both made their way back to their rooms to get changed and mentally prepared for what Roxas dreaded would be an unpleasant evening.
"How're you managing to stay so calm? I'm freaking out and they're not even my parents."
"Because there's nothing more I can do. I've tried for months to talk you up and get across how happy I am with you, but I always get the same response. So that's it. I've given up and there's no point caring."
Roxas groaned, "That's depressing. Maybe once they meet me they'll change their mind and it'll be easier for them to accept?"
Axel rubbed Roxas' arms and joined their hands together. "Other than being filthy rich and coming from an overambitious and stuck up family… you probably don't have a chance in hell, Rox. Don't let it bother you," Axel encouraged as Roxas' face fell. "The best we can hope for is that they resign themselves to the fact that you and me are a couple - even if they pretend not to see it. But given the fact that we're locked out of all the double bedrooms says a lot."
"Ax, don't take this the wrong way but… why are your parents so fucking awful?"
Axel laughed and shrugged. "The answer's probably money. But it's fine. Not everyone can have cool parents like you."
Roxas gave a cheerless chuckle. "That's saying something if you think my parents are cool."
"It does. So don't worry about trying to impress them. Just… tolerate them for me. If they get terribly out of line I'll tell 'em we're leaving."
"What do you imagine 'terribly out of line' to look like with them?"
Axel thought for a bit. "Hmm, them outright telling you that they don't want you to be doing me. That you are somehow bad for me. Or them even saying that I'm bad for you and that you could do so much better."
"That's awful. You think they would say shit like that about their own son?"
"They didn't get rich by being nice. I'm gonna leave it at that."
"How'd you end up growing up to become someone I love?"
"By rebelling against them every step of the way and living my own life. That's what put me on the path that led us to sharing a train." Axel leaned down and Roxas stretched up, meeting halfway for a kiss.
They were still holding hands, fingers interlaced. As Axel squeezed Roxas lightly it made Roxas more aware of cool metal and warm skin.
"Axel."
"Yeah?"
"Should… we take the rings off?"
Axel gave a confused frown. "No. Why?"
"Well if they don't like us being together… I don't want to make tonight worse than what it will probably already be."
Axel gave a frustrated sounding sigh. "Oh Rox," he shook his head. "Don't ever take it off for anyone but yourself. If you don't want to wear it that's fine, but if you worry about what someone unimportant like my folks would think about it… then please don't."
Roxas' eyes drifted down Axel's chest and onto their clasped hands. His mind wandered to their anniversary - how special it had been. "You made me a promise."
"And you gave me your love. No one but you will ever get me to take this ring off, Rox. If you want it off - if you think it will make tonight easier - then I'll do that. But otherwise -," he shook his head.
Roxas looked back up at Axel, feeling upset with himself and Axel's parents. He wasn't willing to compromise everything their relationship stood for to please others. "No. You're right. If you don't care what your parents think then I won't either. This isn't for them. This is for us."
Axel nodded and smiled lovingly at Roxas.
Eventually Braxton came by to escort them to the informal family sitting and dinning room. Roxas had been nervous when he caught sight of Axel's parents. His father was standing behind a small bar, mixing himself a drink, while his mother stood, elegantly dressed, consulting with a woman, who was probably another staff in the house. But as Roxas and Axel approached, the woman scurried off, leaving Axel's mother to burrow her cold stare into them both.
The closer they got the more he saw how tall and stern they were. Axel's father, Mortimer, just seemed to wear a constant scowl. And Felicity, Axel's mother, wore a mask of disgruntled disgust, which only intensified when her eyes seemed to travel down to their hands were their rings sat.
Roxas had wanted to melt into the ground.
After the initial introductions and polite handshakes Roxas felt completely ignored. They were all waiting for Axel's brother, Reno, to show up so the small talk ran rampant that Christmas Eve. They keenly interrogated Axel about his life, aspirations and career advancements since they had last seen him.
Being ignored annoyed Roxas, but he soon learned that staying invisible would have been the best outcome. He was eventually asked questions around what it was he even did for a living. Whether or not he was earning enough money to support himself. What his goals were and why he had chosen to disregard his parents wishes for him to study and get into a higher paying job, when Roxas regretfully divulged that about his parent.
Axel tried to intervene by bringing the heat off Roxas and change the subject, but Axel's father was like a dog with a bone. Roxas got the distinct impression that he was being grilled for something very specific - and when it dawned on Roxas what exactly it was - he felt sick and furious.
When Reno finally appeared - half an hour late - some more polite banter began but finished when a bell chimed, announcing dinner. Axel's parents walked through the thick wooden drawing room doors leading to the dining room beyond. As they disappeared a weight felt like it slid off Roxas' chest.
"Stay here a moment, Rox. I wanna talk to you. Just gotta go pee." And with that Axel left through another door, leaving Roxas in the quiet of the room, with no one but Reno for company.
Reno was absent-mindedly chalking one of the pool cues, still playing the game he had started as soon as he had walked into the room about fifteen minutes ago. For the most part he had ignored Roxas, but now that there was nobody else around he started up -
"We got some real nice folks, don't we, yo."
"Uh -"
"No need to be polite. You can tell me what shitheads they are. I could see how uncomfortable they are with you two as soon as I walked in here," he laughed.
"Do you know what I can do to make them like me?"
"Quit sleepin' with my brother and leave him."
Roxas' face turned down into a frown. "No."
"Good for you, kiddo. But then there's also nothin' you can do, so don't worry 'bout it. I personally love seeing our folks so uncomfortable," Reno grinned. It was familiar, and so weird coming from someone who wasn't Axel.
He didn't know what else to say to Reno. All he knew was that Axel's brother was mesmerizing to look at so he just kept staring. Reno suddenly turned the full-force of his blue eyes onto Roxas. It made him shrink down slightly where he stood.
"Like what you see, yo?" Reno discarded his cue and chalk, walking around and up to Roxas.
"Ah - I thought Axel was the only one in the family with hair that color… since Mr. and Mrs. Sullivan don't -"
"Yeah, Ax n' I are real lucky with recessive genes," he laughed and came to a standstill before Roxas. He ran his hand through Roxas' hair like he was a small child, roughing it up. "You're kinda cute, yo. I can kinda see why Ax might have the hots for ya."
Axel stepped back into the room, and barked, "Get your hands off him, ya sleaze ball, and c'mon, time for grub."
Hand fell away and turned into a fist pump. "A'ight! Grub!" Reno bowled past Axel and through the doors their parents had walked through previously.
"You doing okay, Rox? I know this is pretty awful," Axel inquired as he ventured further into the room, rubbing his shoulder where his brother had barged into him.
That sort of seemed like the understatement of the century to Roxas. "What's pretty awful? The part where your dad's trying to see if I'm with you for a share of the inheritance, or the part where your mom keeps glaring at the rings on our fingers?"
"Both, and everything else." Axel took Roxas' left hand and kissed it. "I'm so sorry. I didn't think it would be this bad. Maybe I should have introduced you to them first so they could have gotten to know you before dropping the boyfriend bombshell."
Roxas softened a little. "We can't change that, so… ," he shrugged. "But Ax…"
"Yeah?"
Roxas bit his lip a little, scared he might be making the wrong choice but simultaneously also not giving a shit after what he had - and would continue to have to endure. "I've changed my mind. I wanna sleep in the same bed with you tonight. Can you make that happen?"
Axel positively beamed. "Yes, sir!"
Dinner had also been an uncomfortable affair but the food had been great, with all the credit going to the kitchen staff. Axel and Roxas had been seated opposite of each other, in some lame attempt at keeping them apart, but it didn't stop them from rubbing feet and legs together under the table. Though it was Axel who had to mostly initiate it as his limbs were by far longer.
Over the course of their meal Axel's mother seemed intent on bemoaning the fact that Tamara was getting married in two months time. She questioned Roxas about whether or not he knew that Axel was going to get married once - almost accusingly - like it was his fault that things didn't work out between Axel and Tamara.
The entire mood in the dining room changed as Axel was close to boiling over. The saving grace was Reno getting tipsy and running his mouth off about work. It helped a lot in taking the heat off Axel and Roxas.
Roxas became more relieved by the hour that his own parents were a lot more accepting of Axel than Axel's parents seemed to be of both of them. Roxas didn't even get the impression that it was Roxas they disliked. Because Roxas felt like he got on all right with Axel's parents when the conversation actually went to things like interests and hobbies.
But even the things they might have been able to agree on didn't soften the way they thought of Roxas. It seemed more like it was the idea of them and their relationship that didn't sit right with Axel's parents. It was the whole wedding debacle which seemed to be tainting more than just Axel's life. So Roxas felt more at ease with the knowledge that he couldn't change their attitude towards him. No matter how much he tried to play the perfect houseguest.
The overall discomfort didn't ease at all over the evening though. More and more dread was beginning to build up for Roxas regarding what tomorrow might bring. Axel's whole extended family would be around for Christmas. And from the picture he got it was going to be a very big deal. Roxas didn't know how they were going to get through it.
But Axel didn't let him dwell on it for long after they said their goodnights and headed on off to the south wing. Not to sleep though. They grabbed their things and headed up to the top floor of the eastern block, where a door, previously shut, was now magically unlocked.
"You know what the best thing about being here is?" Roxas mumbled into Axel's neck as they lay in a luxuriously comfortable bed with about five duvets piled on top.
Axel was under him, completely naked, while Roxas wore his wooly pyjamas.
"Uh - the food? Or the way Reno infuriated dad when he vomited into their priceless Ming Vase?" A warm hand rubbed Roxas' back, while the other was in his hair, rubbing small circles near his ear.
"Food was great. You're brother's an idiot -"
"Thank you, always knew that. Nice to get confirmation."
They both laughed lightly.
"I do appreciate him getting the heat off us. You think he did that on purpose?"
"Hard to say. Sometimes he feels generous."
"Well we should thank him. I also want to thank Braxton for getting us this room."
"We'll do all that before we leave. God, I can't wait till we leave. I'm sorry our year-and-a-half anniversary turned out so shit," Axel groaned.
"No, Axel. Don't. This is why we're gonna make New Year's special, remember?"
"Yeah, but I still wish today hadn't been such a shit-fest."
"It's not all bad, Ax."
"No? It's not?"
"Yeah. See, the thing that's so good about being here right now is that all that time your parents spent in trying to keep us apart makes being with you right now about ten times better."
Axel chuckled. "That's what I like to hear. We gotta appreciate the small things in life." He cuddled Roxas and nuzzled into his hair.
Roxas huffed with amusement. "Somehow I feel I should be offended."
"Nah."
"Well okay then." Roxas closed his eyes and enjoyed the feel of Axel under him for a few moments. "Hey Ax."
"Yeah?"
"Thanks for getting us a bed to sleep in. It's the best thing I could imagine for our year-and-a-half anniversary. Sure is better than last year - being all alone - and cold - without you," Roxas made sure to add as much tragic drama to the way he said that as he possibly could.
"Aww, no Rox. Don't say it like that. You're gonna break my heart making me think of you all abandoned and pining for me."
Arms tightened around each other and they both giggled quietly.
"But you're right. Feels like I could endure anything as long as you're with me, Rox. And somehow being with you feels even better when we're not technically allowed be be sleeping with each other. You're like… forbidden fruit," Axel chuckled and gave Roxas a hefty squeezing hug. It forced a slight wheezing groan out of Roxas but he continued to smile into Axel's neck and then left small kisses.
"You wanna do something forbidden with me, Rox?" came the suggestion bathed in lust.
"I think being here's killing my libido. I'm just happy to sleep with you in a bed tonight," he mumbled.
"Awww," Axel whined. "You're letting them win, you know that, right?"
"Mm, yeah. But it's not a complete win. And… I feel really tired. Today's been exhausting."
"Aww, sweet cheeks. Too much travel for my Cinnabun?"
"Yeah. And too much mental exertion fighting off your dad." Roxas barely stifled a tremendous yawn.
"All right. I'm kinda feeling it myself." Axel gently rolled Roxas off himself. He tucked arms and legs around Roxas' body and snuggled into him. "We've got a massive day tomorrow. Christmas is an all day and evening event. Guess we best rest up as much as we can."
"Are any of your relatives nice?" Roxas asked, the warmth of blankets and Axel making him sleepier by the second.
"Aunt Eliza is nice, and my cousin Kairi is pretty cool. I told her about you last Christmas. Won't she be surprised to meet you," Axel rumbled into Roxas' ear with some amusement.
"Mmhmm. Hook me up with them so I got some sanctuary from your wicked family members."
"No worries. I'll arrange it and make sure you're protected."
"Mmm…"
"Night, my Cinnabun."
"Night, Carrot-cake," Roxas muttered and drifted off to sleep with a smile on his face.
Christmas Day was full on. Anyone and everyone who was even remotely related to the Sullivan's and in the city that morning showed up for breakfast.
Axel had made introductions to his cousin and aunt like he promised, and Roxas was taken under their caring wing when Axel had to disappear for hours at a time to do the rounds.
Roxas didn't see Axel again until lunch time. Which also saw more guests from out of town arriving. So just as Axel sat down next to Roxas he had to get back up, with an apologetic smile.
They did get a quiet moment together sometime between afternoon tea and dinner.
The party had moved into a big banquet hall, with a tremendous tree at one end and buffet tables lining one wall. The other wall was mostly glass and looking out onto the highly manicured garden grounds.
All it had taken was a look from Axel as he slipped through a door, and Roxas knew that this was their chance to spend some time together, away from prying eyes.
He excused himself from his very pleasant company and went to find Axel.
As soon as he stepped out of the large hall the quiet of the hallway was a welcomed experience. Looking left and right he saw no trace of Axel, but decided to go right, as that seemed to at least lead somewhere instead of the dead end with a potted plant next to a window. He walked warily, not wanting to go too far incase he couldn't find his way back.
"Axel?" he called out softly. Roxas didn't want to play hide and seek. Every precious second they weren't together would be a waste.
Something creaked behind him and Roxas turned around. There was a sudden yank and Roxas found himself in a dark space with a warm body pressed against him.
"Gotcha!"
Roxas groped around in the dark and latched on to thin frame. "Axel," he gratefully muffled against his beloved's chest.
"Hey babe."
They sunk to the ground of the small closet and nuzzled each other.
"I'm so sorry about today, Rox."
"I know how it goes with family. It's fine."
"You're the best, most understanding boyfriend ever," Axel cooed and rubbed his cheek against Roxas'.
He hummed in appreciation and hugged Axel a little tighter. "Am I being stupid for missing you so much today?" He definitely felt stupid.
"If you are then I'm too. That's why I snuck out. Can't stand a minute more of not -"
Lips were on Roxas a second later. Somewhat clumsy in the dark and missing their mark, but Roxas helped in joining them together. He opened his mouth and shivered in pleasure as hot tongue entered. Not breaking their kiss Roxas clambered onto Axel's lap and rocked into him a little.
Their kisses grew more heated. While Roxas held on fast to Axel's neck, Axel was busy pinching one of Roxas' nipples underneath his shirts, and with the other he deftly unzipped Roxas' fly. Axel pulled Roxas' hardening penis out of its confines.
"Should we be doing this?" Roxas panted, breaking off from the kiss.
"No. -So yes," Axel got out gruffly, attaching his mouth to Roxas' neck and sucking gently. His hand stroked and rubbed Roxas' head, making him moan lightly and rock into the motion.
"What if someone - catches us?" he groaned, somewhat breathlessly.
"Everyone's busy at the party," came the dismissive remark, which at this moment seemed to make perfect sense to Roxas' horny mind.
"What're we doin', Ax?" he whispered, trying to stay in control of his senses for long enough so he could make some sort of a choice regarding how far this would go.
"Blowjobs? Handjobs? … Anal?" He added with a hint of cheek and scraped at bare flesh with teeth.
"Blow," Roxas decided. Not doing anything wasn't even in his stratosphere of comprehension at this point in time.
Axel purred and tilted them forward, laying Roxas down on the hardwood floor. Roxas' head landed on something which crunched underneath him. He shifted and felt lumpy hard things under his head.
"What kinda closet is this?" he grumbled, attempting to get somewhat comfortable.
"A shoe closet. Thought it oddly appropriate," Axel sniggered and lightly yanked at Roxas' trousers and underwear, pulling them further off hips. Warm hands grasped Roxas' newly exposed rump and pulled him onto Axel's lap for elevation.
From the crack underneath the door Roxas could see the vague outline of Axel. As he dipped down to take in Roxas' erection the light caught beautifully on Axel's left side and accentuated sharp nose, chin and cheek-bone. Axel's tongue danced around Roxas' head, tracing the ridges until Roxas couldn't stifle the moan any longer.
He was rewarded with hot and moist softness engulfing his tip and slowly creeping down the length of his shaft. Roxas forgot about the uncomfortable bed of shoes his head was resting on, and focused on the heat and tingling sensation which was building inside of him. Roxas writhed a little and squeezed his thighs tight around Axel's waist.
Strong firm hands held Roxas' hips in place while the pressure of Axel's slow sucks increased. He dragged his lips up Roxas' shaft, pulling with it the buzzing and growing pumping sensation Roxas could feel in his penis. Tongue graciously danced around his head, rubbing and massaging before Axel descended again - all the way to Roxas' base. And then the dragging motion started all over again.
Roxas couldn't stop the whimpers. Nor stop them from growing louder, albeit also more breathy.
Axel could read him like a book. When the sensation in his shaft almost grew to be too much Axel started taking him deep into his throat and hummed, pushing Roxas well over the edge into orgasmic spasms. His abdomen rolled like a wave with every spurt and he fought hard against the urge to ram his cock deeper into Axel's throat, even with warm hands there to restrain and support him.
Pleasure gave way to content satisfaction after a few more pulses of release and he slumped against the floor, feeling like a puddle.
Axel sucked at him a few more times, just to make sure all the semen had been dealt with before releasing Roxas from his mouth.
Roxas murmured in delight and let Axel redress him. Clothes were pulled back to where they belonged, and trouser fly and button were fixed up. "There ya go. Good as new."
"We'll see about that when we get more light," Roxas panted weakly.
"I'm really good at dressing you now. Even in the dark," Axel chuckled and leaned forward, placing hands on either side of Roxas' body as he did so. Roxas still had his legs wrapped around Axel, and didn't feel like letting go.
"You're also so fucking good at sucking, Ax." A post-climax shiver ran through Roxas and he swallowed against the scratch in his throat, feeling completely devoid of moisture.
Axel's lips found Roxas' and they shared a kiss.
"Stand up, so I can suck you off," Roxas commanded, dropping his legs from around Axel's waist. But his voice didn't carry its usual sharpness as his head was still fairly hazy.
"I don't think we got enough time for that, Rox."
"What?" He sat up as Axel pulled away.
"We gotta get back to the torture. But this totally saved the afternoon."
"I wanna suck you off, Ax."
"You can do me in the evening. We'll probably need another time out after a few more hours."
Roxas grumbled but ultimately agreed, with a disgruntled, "Fine."
They both straightened each other's clothes and hair out before stepping back into the main hall, but it didn't stop Roxas from receiving unsavory glances from Axel's mother when they rejoined everyone else.
Roxas felt bloated and stuffed from all the eating he had been doing that entire day. But everything had tasted so good, and he hadn't been able to say no to trying some of the really fancy looking dishes. He miraculously did manage to get through dinner, which Kairi really commended him on with a teasing laugh.
Roxas didn't feel too bad though about the food coma he was slipping into. It seemed like a lot of the other guests were faring the same way. The hall was generally more quiet and the energy had toned down, though the cheer still seemed high, with lots of laughs rolling around.
But when things started to get a little too quiet the festivities picked up again, with the sound of piano music filling the air. Roxas didn't know what was going on, but apparently everyone else did. Aunt Eliza patted Roxas and motioned for him to get up, which he did with a groan while clutching his developing food baby.
Everyone was heading towards the Christmas tree and Roxas managed to catch sight of a grand piano which hadn't been there earlier. And when he caught sight of red seated by the piano he was awash with surprise.
Kairi explained that they did this every year. Getting together to sing songs and then later to do some dancing. But she did express surprise over Axel playing this time around, as he usually hid himself so someone else would take up that duty.
Roxas knew that Axel wanted to make an impression on him, and it was definitely working. As Axel played Roxas looked on, mesmerized. He felt his face flush and his heart thump heavily every time Axel threw him a glance. Axel's hidden talent made him even hotter somehow.
So while Roxas was completely out of it, all of the most popular Christmas carols were played and sung. He only snapped out of his stupor once Axel finished and stood up for someone else to take over playing the piano, to get some more modern melodies going.
There was still singing but the floor cleared and dancing also started. Roxas figured that grinding-loosely-disguised-as-dancing with Axel was probably a no go tonight. So he danced with Kairi instead when it became apparent that Axel was caught up in another small-talk bonanza with relatives.
The night waned on and the guests slowly dispersed as the hours ticked by. Some went and took to the guest bedrooms in the mansion, while others headed off to their own homes. It brought some relief to Roxas, to know the evening would eventually end.
He was even more relieved when he eventually caught sight of Axel making rounds, and seemingly saying goodnight to all his extended family. Despite having enjoyed himself and eaten his fill Roxas did look forward to this whole day to be far behind him.
Blue and green eyes met at some point and Roxas understood that they were done for tonight. With a big grin on his face Roxas wished Kairi and Eliza a Merry Christmas and a good night. He thanked them profusely for looking after him and received fond hugs. He then braced himself against the uncomfortable duty of saying goodnight to Axel's parents and thanking them very much for having him and for throwing a wonderful party.
They appeared more civil and charming when other people were around, so he considered himself lucky, and left the hall to await Axel.
It took a while. Guests trickled out from time to time, smiling warmly at Roxas as they bade him a goodnight. He watched as some headed further into the house, and others out the doors. It felt like forever but Axel eventually did appear and breezed past Roxas, grabbing his hand as he went.
"Free at last!" Axel sighed with immense relief, leading them into the direction of what Roxas thought should be their room.
"Took you long enough."
"Well you know how family is. Always someone else to say 'see ya later' to. It's never ending."
Roxas groaned slightly. "Yeah. I totally get it. I feel like this was revenge for my brother's wedding."
"It was. I had to teach you a lesson."
Roxas laughed low in his throat. "Thanks."
"You're welcome. It wasn't too bad, was it?"
"There was so - much - fooood. I'm not going to have to eat anything for at least the next seven hours."
"Oh good. Coz that's just as long as we've got until morning strikes," Axel chuckled.
"Are you nervous about tomorrow?"
"Huh? Of course not. It'll just be another day." Axel's pace picked up a little, forcing Roxas into a slight trot.
"You sure you're feeling okay?" Roxas pressed, skepticism rising.
"Yeah," Axel laughed. "What'd you think of aunt Eliza and Kairi?"
Roxas saw right through it but decided to answer. "I really like them. They were cool."
"See, that's how much I like you. I put you with the cool people, and not with second cousin Leopold." Axel's pace slowed again.
"Is that the guy with the mustache and pocket watch, who talks about nothing but birds?"
"Oh good! So you did get the pleasure of meeting him."
Roxas shuddered. "Yeah thanks. Kairi rescued me after about half an hour. I'm truly grateful that you hooked me up with her. It's evidence of the grand love you have for me."
"Mmm, yeah. Don't forget it either. I could have doomed you, but didn't. And… I totally wanna give you another display of my love for you, if you'll let me," Axel winked and licked his lips.
"You already did that. It's my turn now, remember?"
"No, I've got a terrible memory. If you say I already showed you once I'm not gonna believe you. I'll have to show you again."
A shiver ran through Roxas' spine and lust stirred in his stomach. "Maybe we can arrange something that will be satisfying for both of us?"
Axel abruptly stopped moving, gave a firm tug on Roxas' hand as he turned around on his heels, and wound an arm around Roxas' waist as they bumped together. Finger landed under chin and coaxed Roxas' face up. "You wanna do it right here, right now?" came the low rumble.
Some sort of a surprised and turned on squeak emanated from Roxas' throat. "W-what? In the middle of the hallway? Without… any kinda lube or protection?" He managed to frown a little, composing himself.
Axel leaned in closer to Roxas and wet his lips. "Yeah."
The timber of Axel's tone shot through Roxas like an arrow. But he willed his frown to grow stronger and pressed a hand against Axel's chest. It wasn't there to push them apart, but he was definitely poised to do so if Axel really wasn't joking. "Get serious, Axel."
"I am." Hand dove into a pocket and produced two condoms and two small packets of lubricant. "Well, about the sex part anyway. Not the 'no lube or condoms' bit. That I've got covered."
It made Roxas laugh. Axel was fucking absurd sometimes. "You planned this didn't you?"
"Why else would I volunteer to play the piano? I hate playing that thing but I knew I'd turn you on if I played."
"You didn't," he denied.
Axel huffed out in amusement. "Don't kid yourself. I saw how you looked at me," he winked. "And knowing I can play an instrument gives me instant sex appeal, Roxas," came the self-assured statement.
Axel's use of his name in that tone made him tingle. Breathing felt a bit difficult, and Axel pulled him closer, making Roxas aware of the soothing warmth but also the thumping of blood in his extremities. He didn't feel capable of denying those assertions. "I'm not letting you fuck me in a hallway, Axel," he said pointedly.
It grew a smirk on Axel's face, as if Roxas' words were some sort of consent. "Of course. We need some privacy. C'mon." Axel grabbed Roxas' arm and walked at great pace a little further down the hall. He pulled open a door and pushed Roxas inside, closing it behind himself as he entered.
"For someone who's out of the closet you sure seem to like to be in them a lot," Roxas commented. Something dangled and hit his face lightly as he turned around to face where he assumed Axel to be standing. Roxas grabbed at it and pulled, bringing a sad little light bulb - set high up in the ceiling - to life. The light it emitted was rather dim, just barely brighter than a candle, but it was better than standing in complete darkness.
"It takes too long to get to our room. Plus it's more kinky doing it in linen closets. So whaddaya say? Wanna?" Axel held up the foil wrappings and pushed against Roxas with his body. Roxas' back pressed against the shelves laden with sheets, blankets, duvets and pillows.
"You're being pushy," Roxas observed.
"Tell me to back off and I will." Axel stopped leaning so much into Roxas regardless.
Roxas bit at his lip and tried to figure out how he felt about the whole situation. After their afternoon rendezvous Roxas had wanted to be with Axel even more. A decision was made.
"You were really fucking hot playing that piano," he conceded and reached up to wind arms around Axel's neck. "Would've been hotter with your tatts out though."
"Can't do that right now, but I'll whip my cock out for you."
Roxas snorted. "Not hot, doofus."
"Well what about this then -," Axel pulled Roxas close to himself, like he had done out in the hallway. Kisses trailed, starting from Roxas' ear and moving down jaw and neck. Axel's hand rubbed down Roxas' back until he reached the hem of his shirts. He lifted and worked his fingers under layers until he found skin and traced along the line of trousers. Axel pushed and dipped his hand underneath fabric, cupping Roxas' backside and gently fondling and spreading cheeks as much as he could in the confines of the clothes.
Roxas enjoyed the touch. He felt more relaxed and pulled himself up a little higher, wanting to give Axel more access to his collarbone. The thought of having sex right here was becoming far less threatening by the second. "What if someone hears us or finds us?"
"No one's gonna come this way. It'll only be us two - coming."
"You are so lame, Ax."
Axel's kisses roamed back up towards Roxas' lips. "It's part of my charm." Green eyes were nearly closed with pleasure. Warm hand stroked under clothes and gently pushed against Roxas in the most tantalizing fashion.
Roxas wanted to push back - push Axel into himself. But instead he pushed against Axel's lips, connecting them with a kiss. Their eyes slid closed and they began rubbing against each other with tongues and bodies.
Roxas pulled an arm off Axel and blindly groped at shelves stacked with bedding. He threw two pillows onto the ground and pushed Axel down to the floor.
Pillows were placed behind Axel's back and under his backside before Roxas descended and straddled his thighs. Axel left the condoms and lubricants on the bottom shelf and then buried his hands under Roxas' clothes and slid them up and down his sides.
"So we doing this after all?" Axel hungrily eyed all of Roxas' body.
His response was to attack Axel with kisses. His hands roamed over silken shirt, enjoying the feel of thumping heart and radiating warmth. The main rooms of the mansion were heated but out here - in the random parts of the house - there were definite drafts. As always though Axel proved an excellent antidote against the cold.
Warm hands made their way down to cup and knead Roxas' backside after a while, which also encouraged Roxas to seek out Axel's fly. He palmed and pressed against the firm heat he found there and slowly unzipped.
A sigh of pleasurable relief sounded from Axel, as was his habit when Roxas freed him from the strain of his clothes. Axel wiggled around a little, helping Roxas pull his clothes off his lap, letting pants and underwear sit around his knees.
Roxas stood up to get himself ready, as he'd have to get his trousers and boxers off all the way this time around. Axel's arms were around him in moments, pulling hips close to himself. Roxas smiled down at Axel as he undid his button and fly. Green eyes darted between Roxas' eyes and revealing flesh.
Roxas took Axel's hands in his own and used them to push his clothes down his hips and thighs. Trousers fell the rest of the way, pooling over Axel's lap. Roxas wrapped one of Axel's hands around his cock and left him there to do whatever he pleased.
Axel fondled tip, shaft and balls while Roxas picked up one of the lubricant packets and worked on ripping it open. When he managed it he took Axel's other hand and spread the contents on fingers before maneuvering digits to his anus.
Roxas slumped forward a bit, leaning against shelving with his arms and relaxed against Axel's probing fingers as they gently pushed inside. Roxas' shift in position also had the pleasant side effect of pushing his erection closer to Axel, who wordlessly took Roxas into his mouth and gently sucked.
The moans out of Roxas' throat and mouth grew louder. He pushed slowly backwards against Axel's fingers, and then forward into Axel's mouth. Small sounds of rumbling delight drifted to Roxas' ears. "This feels so - fucking good, Ax." Roxas labored, as he began to quicken his pace a little.
Axel only mumbled in agreement, causing a shiver to run through Roxas.
Whereas before Axel was just stretching him, he now made a concerted effort to brush against Roxas' prostate. It made Roxas clench and groan, but also snapped him out of his pleasure, in a weird way.
Roxas stopped his rocking and breathed deep before patting Axel's head. Axel released him and looked up, wetting his very red lips. "Had enough?"
"Yeah," he got out hoarsely.
"If you wanna get yourself off like this I don't mind. It's fucking hot."
"Nah. I want something bigger than your fingers in me." Roxas flashed a smile and worked his feet out of shoes and free from clothes.
Axel purred and helped keep Roxas steady until he was finally detangled. Clothes were pushed aside and Roxas returned to the floor, knees on pillow and straddling Axel's lap. He put Axel's condom on, and then his own. The extra packet of lube was opened and generously dripped onto Axel's tip.
Warm hands were there again on Roxas' hips to help steady him. Roxas raised up and positioned himself so Axel's erection was comfortably pushing against his sphincter. They smiled at each other and as Roxas lowered himself he also leaned in and pushed against Axel's lips for deep, moan-stifling kisses.
Roxas took Axel in all the way and then drew off, almost completely. He made shallow thrusts, pumping Axel's head, and once in awhile surprising him by taking his cock in all the way again. Axel's hands roved over thighs, buttock and back. Grip tightened every time Roxas slammed himself down all the way onto Axel's lap. Their fierce kisses abated as Roxas' momentum increased and then they began panting against each other as both drew closer to hitting their climax.
Roxas whimpered and mewled into the crook of Axel's neck. One of Axel's hands was deeply buried in hair at the back of Roxas' head, while the other clasped tight onto Roxas' right buttock. The pressure of Axel's grasp only intensified with each grinding thrust.
"Babe - Roxy… fuck," Axel moaned and hummed in great pleasure.
"Ax - you gonna? Coz… I'm… ," he whimpered in despairing pleasure.
"Yeah, Roxy. Come," Axel encouraged in a strained pitch.
Roxas stopped holding on and gave in, rocking Axel's cock against his prostate a final time before he was overcome with explosive pleasure. He moaned and shuddered, the release stinging his eyes and causing tears to slip out the tighter he shut them.
Axel's own pleasure releasing moan caught in Roxas' ears, which only helped to intensify the joy coursing through his veins. He loved it when his climax sent Axel over the edge.
Roxas slumped against Axel and after a few moments warm arms finally managed to find some strength and wrapped around Roxas, pulling him into a tight embrace.
Loud panting sounded and hearts jackhammering against each other's chests. Neither one moved while they recuperated. The closet air felt hot and damp from their exertion. Breathing eventually evened out and pulses returned to near normal.
"Merry Christmas, Roxas," Axel lazily muffled into Roxas' hair.
Roxas, with some strength returning to his arms, gave a gentle squeeze to Axel's sides. "Not as romantic as an Igloo - but still better than not doing anything together for Christmas at all."
Axel's chest shook with exhausted laughter. "I love you, sweet cheeks. I'll make sure you're never alone again for Christmas."
Roxas hummed in satisfaction. "Music to my ears baby-cakes. I love you too. So glad you're my boyfriend." Even though he felt heavy like lead Roxas managed to lift his head and leave a chaste kiss on smiling lips. But after that he sunk right back down against Axel's chest.
"My poor tuckered out Cinnabun." Hand brushed through hair sympathetically.
Some more silence passed between them. Roxas squeezed his muscles, causing Axel to squeak a little.
"You gonna vacate the premises?" he asked playfully, squeezing his insides once more.
"No. Never. I live here now."
"It doesn't belong to you."
"I've got squatters rights. It was empty and unloved and abandoned, but now it's my home."
Roxas laughed, but Axel whined.
"Hey stop making earthquakes run through my house."
"If you don't leave soon there's gonna be something really unpleasant forcing you out."
"Eww, Roxas! Too far, man!"
Roxas laughed more and pushed himself off Axel. "You're getting evicted, whether you like it or not." And with that he lifted his hips and Axel slid out, all soft and floppy.
He sighed. "Well it was nice while it lasted. You'll want me back for a visit soon enough though."
Roxas kissed Axel's forehead. "You're right." He patted Axel's side to get him to move and sat down next to him on the pillow. Condoms were carefully taken off and tied up. Axel reached for a pillowcase and tossed their garbage into it, much to Roxas' horror.
"Dude!"
"Relax. I'll put the whole thing in the bin."
"Seems like a waste."
"My parents won't miss one pillowcase."
Roxas grumbled a little but shrugged dismissively and worked on getting his boxers and trousers back on before finding his discarded shoes and tying them up.
"So you good for tomorrow, Ax?"
A sharp groan sounded.
"Yeah, that's right. Don't think I didn't notice you trying to avoid the subject."
"I wasn't avoiding. There's just no point worrying about it until tomorrow comes," he stated, lifting himself off the pillow awkwardly and pulling his pants back up.
"You are going to meet them, right?"
"Of course I am," Axel grumbled.
"You sure? Coz Kairi said you made tentative plans with her for tomorrow."
A frustrated grunt came out of Axel. "I should have hooked you up with Leo after all."
"C'mon. We came all this way to get this stuff sorted. You can't chicken out now."
"I come from a long line of shirkers."
"Complete bullshit."
"Fine," he drawled out in defeat. "It was only a maybe anyway with Kairi."
"Good boy!" Roxas got up and patted Axel in a very patronizing way, before helping him up onto his feet.
"I don't like you when you make me accountable for shit, I'll have you know," Axel berated, picking up the pillowcase-turned-garbage-bag.
Roxas cracked the door open and looked out warily, eyes darting. He turned back to Axel, "Whether you like me or not is irrelevant. I know you'll always love me. That's what counts." He grinned with triumph at having defeated Axel, pulled the chain to turn off the light and walked out into the hallway, waiting for Axel to lead him back to wherever their room was.