Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts does not belong to me! Neither do any of the song referenced in this chapter, which belong to Nine Inch Nails and Justin Timberlake, respectively.
AN: First of all, as per usual, thank you so much for the reviews on the previous chapter! They really made my day, despite the fact that I managed to get drastically sick (again) over the course of.. 4 days. XD Anyways, for those of you who've been waving RikuSora Action signs outside my proverbial window (night and day! They never give up!), I finally found a spot to fit it in, that is.. this chapter!
:D Thanks so much for reading, and I hope you enjoy the chapter!
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Axel kept sneaking glances at him. He looked excited, and he kept looking away from the road as he drove to glance meaningfully at Roxas, who was trying to find a good radio station.
"What?"
"Hmm?"
"Why do you keep looking at me? And why are you smirking like that?" Roxas asked, giving up on the radio completely and turning it off.
Axel sighed melodramatically. "I guess you didn't notice, then."
"Notice what?"
"Well, I was going to say… Notice anything different about the ride home today?" the redhead asked, his grin widening.
Roxas blinked. "I thought we already decided that I didn't notice," he said, looking around the car for something he might have missed.
"You're supposed to guess!"
"Can't you just tell me?"
Axel let out another exaggerated sigh, which Roxas promptly imitated, clutching at his heart in mocked agony. When Axel simply stared at the road, he gave up, looking around the car again.
"Alright, fine. Um… You didn't wash your face after assembly, so you have sparkly stuff all over your eyes?"
"Nooo…"
"Uh… did you spray air freshener? And I just can't smell it?"
"No, Roxas, I did not spray air freshener."
"Um…" Roxas looked out the window for a moment as they pulled up to a red light.
Wait… we just… pulled up at a red light? We're stopped? The car stopped?
"Oh my God, you learned how to stop!" he cried, whipping around to face Axel.
Axel nodded excitedly, pointedly not starting as the light turned green in order to illustrate the fully immobile state of the car. "That's right! I've been saving since last July, and finally, finally my baby's got new brake pads! Yes you do, don't you, girl?" he added, kissing the steering wheel lightly before finally starting, the cars lined up behind him honking loudly.
"Next, she needs new shocks," he continued, the car clunking loudly to the ground as he caught air off a speed bump. "And then, after the shocks, I'm gonna save for-"
Axel's speech cut off abruptly as they pulled into his parking spot at the apartment complex, his eyes widening in disbelief. Roxas looked up, following Axel's stare to a pretty woman in a short yellow dress who was seated on the ground, leaning against his front door.
"Who's that?"
Axel's excitement gone, he cursed under his breath as he grabbed his backpack from the backseat, gesturing for Roxas to stay in the car as he approached his apartment. Never one to miss any action, however, Roxas hastily snatched up his backpack as well, pretending not to have seen Axel's gestures as he followed the redhead to the door.
The woman stood up as the two boys got close, pushing her springy brown hair out of her eyes and brushing off her dress. She opened her mouth to speak, but Axel beat her to it, his voice guarded and a bit nervous.
"Cheb," he said, fiddling with his backpack's strap. "What's up?"
Clearing her throat, the woman looked slightly taken aback, and she straightened out her dress before speaking. "Actually," she said slowly, "I'm going by Selphie now. The only people who called me Cheb are, well… I'm going by Selphie now. I got a job as a secretary."
"Ok," Axel said, glancing back at Roxas before turning back to Selphie. "Selphie. What's up?"
"Well," she began, "I know you don't like it when I come around here, because I always tell your mom what a mess your place is, but I didn't really have a choice – did you know you're essentially unreachable any other way?"
Axel shrugged. "I dunno what you're talking about. And it's not messy, it's lived-in. You haven't even seen it since Christmas, I- it's pretty clean."
"Yea, Christmas," she said, drawing out the word. "Jolly ol' Christmas, the last time you saw your mom, right? In fact, according to her, you haven't even responded to any of her letters since then, either."
"I've been sending her letters," Axel mumbled. "I lost the mailbox key, so I haven't been able to get any of hers."
"You lost your mailbox key?" Selphie repeated incredulously, her voice taking on a more accusatory tone now. "It's been lost since Christmas and you didn't bother to get a new one?"
Axel shrugged again. "The only thing I ever get is letters from her. All the bills go to you. I figured I'd just get them when I found the key. What's the problem, anyway? I've been sending her pictures and letters and stuff, they just don't happen to have anything to do with whatever she's been sending me. You make it sound like I just cut her off or something."
Selphie rolled her eyes. "Why's your phone always off?" she continued, her voice rising and quickening in pace as she went on. "Why do I pay for you to have a cell phone if you're not going to turn it on? How am I supposed to get a hold of you if something important is happening? I've been trying to reach you for months, and half the time I come over here, you don't even come home! I wait here for hours, and you never come home from school! I've been trying to reach you for months, Axel, as in, more than one month! You're avoiding me!"
"Oh yea, you got me, Cheb, sorry – Selphie, or should I say Ms. Tilmitt? That's absolutely it, I'm avoiding you at all costs, because God forbid I have to talk to the woman who pays my bills!" Axel countered sarcastically. "My cell phone broke a while ago – Demyx dropped it, ok? Incidentally, that was on Christmas as well."
"So why didn't you do something about it? No one's been able to reach you, it's-it's-"
"What do you mean, no one?" Axel asked suspiciously. "Who else has been trying to reach me?"
"Who do you think, Axel?" Selphie asked, her voice suddenly tired. "Who haven't you heard from since Christmas? Why else would I be so desperate to get in touch with you?"
Axel was silent for a moment, his face paling. His voice was unsure when he spoke again, shaking slightly. "Mom? Is she ok? What happened to her? Is she-"
"Let's go inside," Selphie said abruptly, cutting Axel off mid-sentence. "I've been sitting out here all afternoon, and I want some water."
"What happened to her?"
"I said-"
"Is she okay?"
Axel banged his fist against the door beside Selphie's face, her form shrinking down a bit as he towered over her. "Don't do this shit," he said quietly, staring her in the face. "I asked you… if my mother… is okay."
Selphie hastily hid her look of terror, a disapproving expression now painted on her face. "You know, she won't be happy when I tell her you practically bashed my face in. This is really no way to treat the person responsible for keeping a roof over your head." Before Axel could respond, she continued loudly, pushing his hand off the door and straightening out her dress. "I never said anything bad happened, I just said there was important news, and I needed to get a hold of you." After pausing for Axel to speak, which he didn't, she sighed.
A small smile sneaking across her face, she raised an eyebrow. "Ever heard of parole?"
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Sora smiled. Riku was laughing; his arm slung around the brunet's shoulders as they sat on Sora's couch, watching a movie on TV, and when the taller boy laughed, Sora could feel his arm shake a little. As the TV station went to commercials, Sora felt Riku's hand briefly squeeze his shoulder, and he turned to see the older teen getting up.
"I'm gonna put some water on for tea," he said, planting a light kiss on Sora's cheek. "You want any?"
"Sure."
Sora scooted forward on the couch, grabbing his mug from the coffee table, a soggy teabag left in the bottom.
"I'm just putting the water on, so hold onto it for now. I'll be right back," Riku said, padding into the kitchen in Sora's slippers.
Sora sighed, setting his almost-empty mug back onto the table as he sat back, idly fingering a CD case in his sweatshirt pocket. It was Riku's sweatshirt, really, and it was a little big on Sora, but it smelled like Riku and it was warm, so he had taken to wearing it every once in a while.
I'm wearing his sweatshirt, and he's making us some more tea. Tea that we'll drink as we watch this movie together. Watching from the couch, of course, where we'll both be sitting, and he'll put his arm around my shoulders and our knees will hit together, and maybe we'll cuddle after a little while. Then, the movie will end. We'll go upstairs and work on some homework, and eventually we'll get bored and make out, and maybe we'll have sex. The same way we always do, in the same place we always do – well, ok, sometimes we do it in his bed. But usually we're here. It'll be good – definitely nothing to complain about, and then we'll lay in bed for a little while and I'll say "I love you, Riku" and he'll say "Love you too, So" and then we'll come back downstairs and have dinner, like we always do.
He heard the fridge opening, and Riku scooting things around until he got the pitcher of filtered water out.
Roxas just walked right into the dressing room and mauled him. Axel, that is. Riku was just… standing there. He didn't maul me. He gave me a hug and a kiss. And a smile. And, ok, he sort of kept hugging me. But… he didn't maul me. Why didn't he maul me? Why didn't he throw me against the wall and ravish me, right there in the dressing room? I shouldn't be so ungrateful. I'm in love with Riku. I can't imagine my life without him, and it's not that there's anything wrong with hugging and sweet, soft kisses, but…
"Sometimes, a guy wants to be mauled," he said aloud, nodding with conviction as he considered his situation.
"Hmm?"
Sora started as he noticed Riku coming around the front of the couch, having returned from the kitchen. He could feel his face turning red, and he stammered a little as he scooted back to his original spot on the couch.
"You ok?" Riku asked, sitting down beside the brunet and eyeing his apprehensive position. "…Sora?"
"Riku," Sora replied, fidgeting as he stared at his hands. "D'you… d'you think… I mean, are we…" Glancing between his hands and Riku's face, his voice lowered to almost a whisper. "Are we in a rut?" he asked, a mortified expression crossing his features.
Riku raised his eyebrows, looking a bit dumbfounded as Sora's nervousness became more and more visible. "What?"
"Are we boring? I mean, because-because we do the same thing all the time, and-and we, and I, and-and you're… and I love you, and it's-it's not anything bad like that, but I-I mean, we… we're sort of, um, I mean, I was reading this-this magazine, and it had all these, um, these-these positions, but it was a women's magazine and-and so some of the positions wouldn't work for us, because I don't, um, I mean, I have-I have man parts, that-that none of the positions took into account, but-but I mean, I thought that maybe, um… maybe we could, um… try some of them, or-or something..."
For a moment, both of them were silent; Riku looking a little overwhelmed, and Sora turning redder by the second, his expression growing more and more desperate. The movie they'd been watching had started up again – it was an old black and white one, and a woman with blonde hair was begging her man not to enlist in the army.
"I… I don't think I understand," Riku said slowly. "We have sex all the time."
"But-but we always do it the same way-"
"Is it not good for you or something? I mean, are you not fully… getting off? Or something? I don't-I mean…"
"No, no, Riku, it's not like that, it's-it's good, but that's just it- it's good, it's not mind-blowing, or life changing, or-or adventurous, or dirty."
"So… you're saying we have boring sex?" Riku asked, watching Sora's trembling hands.
Sora mumbled a reply, picking at his fingernails.
Riku was quiet for a moment again, the blonde woman in the TV telling her boyfriend how she would just "miss the tarnation out of him" if he was gone.
"What about the whipped cream? That was… adventurous."
"Neither of us can really remember that night very well, we were both completely drunk," Sora said, giving Riku a look of dissatisfaction.
"What about the first time, when you were wearing that dress? I can remember that. I hope you can remember it, too."
"Of course I can remember it, but-but that was a long time ago. And we never do stuff like that anymore. And-and can't we just try some of them?" Sora asked, his voice slipping into desperation.
"Some of what?"
"The positions!"
Riku sighed. "Sora, those magazines are full of shit. Their idea of exciting sex is twisting your body in directions it's not naturally meant to bend and somehow managing to penetrate something in the process. Honestly? Look at me, Sora. Honestly, what is this about?"
Sora mumbled inaudibly for a moment, refusing to meet Riku's eyes until the other boy had moved to sit fully on the coffee table across from him, their knees bumping together and his gaze unavoidable.
"I was talking to Axel the other day," Sora said, his voice sounding a bit defeated and sulky. "And-and I couldn't help but notice this-this giant monstrosity on his neck, which he eventually mentioned was from Roxas, and-and I mean, we got to talking, and um… and… I mean, they have a-a healthy variety of-of things that they, um, that they do… he started telling me about all these – all these different, um, different places and um, and ways that you can… you can… and-and just stuff, and-and the hickey, he didn't just have one on his neck, he-he was reaching up to grab something off a shelf and his shirt went up a little, and-and he had one on his hip, Riku, and at first all I could think was how gross it is that Roxas does stuff like that, and I couldn't even begin to think about it, but-but then I started thinking about how we never… we never, and I mean, and-and sometimes I just want to be fucked like that! Like a-like a wild animal, and-and so…" he trailed off, his face still bright red as he looked away from Riku.
"And so what?" Riku asked, trying desperately to keep the image of Axel and Roxas having kinky sex in "different places" out of his mind.
"Well, he… he gave me this CD. And a-a piece of paper. I haven't read it yet. Or listened to the CD. But he said, um… he said it would help spice things up." Sora slowly withdrew the CD case from his pocket, opening it up to reveal a folded sheet of notebook paper on top of a CD that Axel had burnt for him.
Riku took the case apprehensively from Sora's hands, examining the CD, on which Axel had scrawled a message in red Sharpie amidst a number of badly drawn hearts:
INSTRUCTIONS:
1. Place me in CD player
2. Get naked
3. Touch each other :)
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"Parole?" Axel repeated hoarsely, his eyes widening as Selphie plucked his keys from his hand to unlock the door. "As in… getting out early?"
"Precisely," Selphie replied, inviting Axel into his own apartment as she dropped the keys onto the kitchen counter. "Jeez, you weren't kidding. You really have cleaned this place up…"
"How long have you been trying to tell me? How long have you known? When is she-?"
"Next Friday," she said shortly, looking through the cabinets for a cup. "And you, my dear, are going to pick her up."
Roxas gently closed the door behind him as he came in, trying not to make too much noise and interrupt the conversation. Axel steadied himself by leaning against the counter, and he finally remembered Roxas was there as the blond accidentally dropped his backpack harder than he'd meant to. Looking up, Axel vaguely gestured between his two guests.
"Selphie, this is Roxas. Roxas, Selphie."
"So you're the boyfriend? I was wondering why you were standing around," Selphie said, winking at him. "I've heard all about you."
"Really?"
Selphie grinned at Axel, who shot her an icy glare. "Well apparently, you're all Axel ever writes about in his letters."
"That's not- she's lying, I write about other stuff too," Axel muttered, blushing under their dual stares.
"You told your mom about me?" Roxas asked, feeling significantly more important than he had mere seconds before.
"Of course he did, sweetie, he's in love with you. You know, I recognized you from the picture before he even introduced you."
"Picture?" Roxas repeated dumbly, looking to Axel for a solution to his confusion.
"Next Friday?" was all Axel could supply, and he in turn looked to Selphie for confirmation. "I-I have school. How am I supposed to-?"
"No we don't," Roxas said, finally glad to at least be useful. "It's a Teacher Institute Day. And, while unrelated, Prom weekend."
"Cheb, you're not just messing with me, are you?"
Selphie shook her head, her face becoming serious. "I'm dead serious. That's why I was freaking out trying to get a hold of you, Ax… She's coming back. I helped her get a job lined up at the same place I'm working at now, and once she had a secure job in place, that plus good behavior was enough for them to approve her… Ax, she's coming home."
For a minute or two, the three stood in silence, and Selphie drained her water, placing the empty glass in the sink. Coming around the counter, she gently pulled Axel into her arms, eventually pulling away enough to look him in the face; his bewildered, unsure appearance not unlike that of when he'd found out his mom would be gone in the first place.
"I know I didn't do the best job, Ax, but I tried. I'm not really a mother-type. I did ok though, right? You're alive, you're in this apartment, you're not that malnourished…"
Axel snorted, letting his arms fall from her shoulders. "Thanks. Really, for… everything. These past couple of years would have been, well… they were hell anyway. But they would have sucked even more if I'd been homeless, so… Thanks."
"Don't mention it," Selphie said, striding to the door. "But either way, you know now. So… next Friday. Be there no later than 8 AM. Oh, and bring your ID and stuff."
Axel nodded, still trying to wrap his head around the entire concept of his mother coming home again.
"And if you don't mind one last piece of advice… If I were you, I'd bring him too," she added from the doorway, nodding in Roxas's direction. "If I'd been talking to you like this a year ago, you would have been raging and bitching and throwing a fit by now. If you know what I mean…"
"Goodbye, Selphie."
Laughing, she turned away. "Bye, Axel. Have her call me when she's settled in, ok?"
"Yea."
The door banged shut behind her, and Roxas stood awkwardly by the table in the silence that ensued, watching Axel coming to terms with what had just happened.
"You okay?" he asked quietly, gently slipping his fingers through the other boy's, which were surprisingly only lukewarm. Axel's hand lay limp in his for a moment, the redhead staring past Roxas in thought before squeezing his hand a little, almost as if to make sure it was real. Sighing, he let go and walked away, slumping down on the couch and rubbing his eyes.
"Ah… yea, I'm okay," he said slowly, letting his head fall back against the couch cushion. "It'll just be weird to have her home again. It's been almost three years since she left."
Roxas fidgeted with one of the belt loops on his jeans. There were times with Axel where he really had no idea what to do, or say, to help the situation. What do you say to your boyfriend when his mom is suddenly coming home from prison? Shouldn't he be happy? Is he?
Axel's eyes were closed, and the faint smile on his face was contradicted by a furrowed brow, his hands idly running through his hair. Roxas slipped his jacket off, leaving it on the kitchen counter before approaching the other boy and sitting close beside him on the couch. Axel had pulled his hand away earlier, which the blond took as a cue to give him a little space. With Axel, a little space meant not actually touching, but close enough that the redhead could change his mind and easily brush his leg against Roxas's, or take his hand, or just flat out wrap his arms around him, which was more often than not what he ended up doing.
"Is it a good thing or a bad thing?" Roxas asked tentatively, nudging Axels' toe gently with his own.
Axel's foot didn't respond, although he did open his eyes. "It's not bad," he said finally; and as he thought more about it, his hand found Roxas's again. "It's… It's just so sudden. I just don't want it to be the way it was before. Or, not so much that, because there was good stuff, there was always good stuff, but I don't want her to do the shitty stuff she used to do. I don't want to hear her coming in at 5:00 in the morning after… after working."
"Well… Selphie said she had a job secured, right? And she said she's a secretary."
Axel nodded. "Yea. I can't see my mom as a secretary, but whatever. She's just not like that, you know?"
Hesitant to pry, Roxas could remember the last time he'd asked Axel to tell him about his mom. "What is she like?" he asked cautiously, glancing up to catch the other boy's reaction.
Axel laughed a little, his smile spreading. "She's… She's hard to describe," he said slowly, absentmindedly playing with Roxas's fingers in his hand. "There aren't really any good words to use, because they're all just a little off the mark, but she's… she's a really good cook. She's kind of tall, for a woman, that is, and she's got brown hair kinda like Sora's. The color, not the, um, not the shape…" He paused, staring at a rip in the knee of his jeans.
"We used to sing in the car," he continued, his smile widening even more. "She, um, she'd be taking me and Demyx to school in the morning, and she'd turn on the music really loud and make us sing with her, so we know like, every song Jimi Hendrix ever recorded by heart, from years of… years of Mom singing in the car with us… Really though, she makes the best food – she taught me and Demyx how to make cakes and brownies and stuff, and green beans, really good green beans. Omelets. She taught us omelets, too, even though the ones she made were always like, these picture perfect restaurant quality omelets, and me and Demyx would make these kind of crappy little egg… things… They tasted okay, so she'd get all excited, and then we'd have to celebrate a successful cooking endeavor with ice cream sundaes, so we got good at putting those together, too. She… oh man, did I ever tell you how I learned to drive?"
Roxas shook his head, scooting over a little as Axel turned to face him completely; the older boy sitting cross-legged and sideways on the old, bouncy couch, his speech illustrated with wild hand motions as the memories came flooding back.
"She-she took me out to the interstate at midnight one night, and she taught me how to drive fast. I mean, she'd taught me to drive around in circles in parking lots before, so I could get the hang of the gears and the clutch and stuff, but-but it was my first time on a real road, and she made me go 85 until we got to the coast. Yea, we drove all the way to the coast, and you know how it's supposed to take 2 hours to get there? We got there in one. Yea, I know, one hour! I'm not kidding, I swear. I remember I was freaking out, she kept telling me to go faster, and the engine was making this awful noise because, I mean, let's be honest, Nadia is not meant to go over 65 at her age, and-and she wouldn't let me switch to 5th because she said I wouldn't be able to accelerate, so the engine's going crazy, and I'm freaking out, and finally she lets me shift up, and I look down at the dash, and I'm going 85 miles per fucking hour, in that car. I am not even kidding, that car went 85. Anyway, I was terrified, but she just, she just opened up the window and stuck her hand out, and told me I had to try it, too, because, she said that- she said the wind felt soft in between your fingers, so I did, and she was right. It does, it's soft, and we finally get to the coast at like, one in the morning, and we pulled off and walked up to the ocean, and she takes off her shoes and rolls her pants up and turns around, and you know I'm not really a water person, right?"
Roxas nodded, trying to keep from laughing as Axel excitedly pushed his hair back behind his ear, the same piece of hair that kept falling in his face. It fell down again as he continued speaking, and he kept pushing it back, over and over, seemingly unaware of the pattern.
"But she made me go up to the edge with her, and we stood there in the ocean with the waves coming up over our feet until the sand had washed over them too, and then I had to help her dig her feet out of the sand when we wanted to go because she-she has smaller feet than me, and I got out first. It was so fucking cold, I thought my feet were gonna go blue and fall off or something, and on the drive back, I started to get the feeling back in them, and they went all prickly, you know, like when they fall asleep and then they start coming back?"
"Yea, like pins and needles, or whatever," Roxas said, gesturing for Axel to continue. The redhead pushed his hair back again.
"Yea… We took the old highway on the way back, and we stopped at this sketchy-ass little hut on the side of the road around like, 2 in the morning, because my mom knew the guy that lived there, and we sat around and smoked and ate turkey sandwiches. Yea, I know, I dunno why I remember the turkey sandwiches. I was what, 14? 15? I dunno, it was too early for me to learn to drive, but Mom thought it was the right time, so we just went for it. I remember the guy was totally impressed that I could smoke a cigarette without hacking up a lung, and my mom just gave me this look, like tonight, I could drive, and I was gonna be an adult with them, but the next day, she grounded me for smoking. It was cool, though. It was really cool. My mom, she's… I mean…"
"She sounds like the kind of mom people like me always kinda wish we had," Roxas said, smiling. "Then again, I feel bad for saying that. I love my mom. But you know what I mean…"
Axel just nodded, a small laugh escaping his throat. "Yea, your mom is cool too. I was talking to her about pizza the other day, and I swear, she's the only person I've ever met who shares my love of pineapple pizza…"
He trailed off, gazing at Roxas intently.
I was talking to your mom about pizza the other day, when I was at your house. You're sitting on my couch, and I'm telling you about my mom, and you're listening. You're actually interested. I know where the dish towels go in your kitchen, and you know what drawer I keep my socks in. If I get hungry at your house, I don't ask, I just open up the fridge and eat something. Sometimes I come home from the grocery store and you and Demyx are sitting on my couch, eating my chips and watching TV. I didn't even know your name 8 months ago. I want you to come with me to pick up my mom. I want you to sleep here tonight, and wear my clothes to school tomorrow. I want to win this staring contest. You will look away. You will laugh. You will blink! Now, dammit, my eyes are getting all dry!
Roxas grinned victoriously as Axel finally blinked, laughing to himself as the redhead finally noticed the piece of hair in his eyes. Axel sighed, this time happily, and he stretched his arms out toward Roxas, requesting the other boy's presence on his side of the couch. Happy to oblige, Roxas clambered over, and Axel let his arms settle around the blond, taking comfort in the familiar weight of Roxas's body against his.
"I like you, kid," he murmured, ignoring the glare that Roxas gave him at being called 'kid.'
"I thought you stopped doing that," Roxas said sourly, leaning his head against Axel's shoulder.
"Never!"
"Bastard."
Axel laughed, twirling a piece of Roxas's hair around his finger. "Call me what you will, I like you anyway."
"Yea? Well, I love you," Roxas countered, picking lint off of Axel's shirt.
"Pshh, yea, I love you too, but that's different. I'm saying I like you. I really, honestly, like you. And I want you to come with me. Next Friday, I want you to come with me."
"Of course I'll go with you. Isn't that sort of a given?"
"How is that a given?" Axel asked, toying with the other boy's ear.
"'Cause I like you back."
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Riku felt a sinking feeling as he unfolded the sheet of notebook paper, which revealed itself to be Axel's handwritten list of "Different Locations in Which Sora and Riku Must Do the Nasty," with a little box next to each entry just waiting to be checked off. It wasn't so much the idea that bothered him, but more that Axel had taken the time to make such a list, and that Sora had talked to him about it, and that now that he'd seen it, Sora would tell Axel they talked, and every time he'd see Axel, the redhead would probably give him some knowing look and wiggle his eyebrows around and demand information on his sex life.
"On top of a car?" he read slowly, looking up at Sora. "Are you serious?"
"He said, um… he said that he only suggested things he knew from experience to be… I think the term he used was 'really ass-fuckin incredible,'" Sora said, fidgeting.
"From experience? As in, he's done all of these?"
Sora nodded. "He said this is the beginner's list. He told me to get back to him once we've finished it, and he'll give me an intermediate list."
"Intermediate?" Riku repeated weakly.
"He says there are escalators involved," Sora said excitedly, leaning over further so he could read the list upside-down from where he sat. "And I really wanna know how. I mean, it's like with stairs, but… they're moving. What if you get caught in it? What happens when you get to the top? Definitely not for beginners, he said."
"You must be fucking kidding me. Standing up in an alley? I'm not doing this shit."
Slamming the paper down on the coffee table, he looked up at Sora, who simply looked dejected. His lips were drawn into a pout, which Riku always found cute, and when he tried to reason with the boy, Sora just sulked at him. He watched Sora's lips, his eyes, his hands, those slim fingers toying with the drawstring on his sweatshirt hood, and he looked back at the list. 'Bent Over the Bathroom Counter' stood out cheerily, with a little illustration beside it, the sub's hair suspiciously Roxas-like despite the fact that he was a stick figure.
I refuse to be one-upped by Axel, of all people.
Making up his mind, he shoved the list into his pocket and grabbed the CD before seizing Sora's arm and dragging him up the stairs.
"Number one looks pretty simple," he muttered, dropping the CD into Sora's CD player as the brunet closed the door to his room.
"Ohmygod, really? You're gonna-"
No, I'm not 'gonna' do anything. I am doing it. You want me to be dirty? I'll be fucking dirty.
He stumbled backwards, pulling Sora with him as he slipped his tongue between the other boy's lips, haphazardly pressing the 'play' button on Sora's CD player before finding himself backed up to the wall. Grinding himself hard against the brunet, he slipped his hands beneath the sweatshirt, his sweatshirt, and the thin t-shirt Sora was wearing underneath it.
Sora held up his arms, allowing Riku to remove both articles of clothing, and he staggered backwards a bit as the taller boy attacked his chest and stomach with his tongue. The music lent a distinctive beat to the situation that he thought sounded vaguely familiar, and as he scrabbled at Riku's t-shirt, he wondered what the first idea on the list had been.
Finally catching the hint, Riku pulled his shirt off, pushing Sora onto the bed as he unfastened his belt. Leaving his pants on the floor as he climbed on top of the brunet, he continued his previous activity, giving himself the goal of licking every inch of Sora's upper body. He briefly entertained the idea of giving Sora a matching hickey on his hip to show off to Axel, but decided he'd rather not think about Axel right then, opting instead to unzip Sora's jeans, pushing them and the brunet's boxers down around his ankles. A man had started to sing in the first track of the CD, and Riku wasn't entirely sure why Axel thought this song would be good until-
"I wanna fuck you like an animal…"
Taking one of Sora's nipples into his mouth, he reached further down, exciting the other boy until he seemed as hard as Riku felt.
"I wanna feel you from the inside…"
Sora was tugging at the waistband of Riku's boxers, and as the taller boy let go of him, he pulled them completely off.
"You ready?" Riku growled, his voice muffled against Sora's neck.
"Um… aren't you going to…?"
Holding up the list, Riku pointed to the first entry. "Number 1. 69."
"Sixty-nine…?"
"I wanna fuck you like an animal…"
"Look at the number," Riku said, his breathing heavy as he licked at Sora's chest, determined to keep the brunet excited while he tried to figure out what was going on. When Sora just looked perplexed, he sighed. "Sora, imagine the 6 and the 9 are people."
"My whole existence is flawed…"
A look of understanding dawned on Sora's face, and Riku pinned his arms up above his head, listening intently to the small gasps emanating from the other boy's throat as he plunged his tongue into his open mouth.
"You get me closer to God."
"I wanna do it," Sora said, his voice certain, though strained.
Riku nodded, sitting up enough to switch his direction and positioning himself above Sora's mouth. Stretching out a bit, he found he was just tall enough, if not a little bit too tall, to reach Sora's own arousal, and he braced himself on his elbows before confidently taking the head into his mouth. If Sora's moans were any indication, Riku seemed to be doing well, despite the fact that he couldn't make use of his hands. Sora could see the other boy's body trembling as he held himself up, and he wondered briefly if this was going to turn out to be a really bad plan before reaching up to touch him, his tongue running over Riku's hot skin. He felt Riku's head jerk a little at the first contact, and suddenly, Riku was doing something Sora had never seen or heard him do before – he was moaning, and moaning loudly, choking out an attempt at Sora's name, and the resulting vibrations drove Sora crazy, combined with the hot, wet, cavern of the boy's mouth in general. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Riku's arms shaking under his weight, and he hastily made the plan to turn his head quickly if Riku collapsed, so as not to be choked.
I can just imagine the headlines… 18-Year-Old Chokes on Boyfriend's Penis, Is Incapable of Speech for Rest of Life. 18-Year-Old's Teeth Completely Knocked Out by Super-Hard Riku Cock. 18-Year-Old Drowns in the Sheer Amount of Pre-cum Emitted from Boyfriend's 'Hot Italian Sausage…'
Riku took a deep breath before pushing his mouth further, as far as it would go, taking Sora almost entirely inside, and with a plaintive whimper, the brunet was coming, the thick, hot liquid coating the back of Riku's throat. Said plaintive whimper was not only a sexy noise, but more good vibrations, and Riku's arms finally gave out as he came, his entire body exhausted and limp. He felt Sora rolling him off and to the side, where he lay on his back for a minute, the brunet still pumping him through the last aftershocks.
The two finally lay still, both quietly panting and sweating, and Sora heard the short silence between tracks on the CD player before the second song started.
Riku snorted, shaking his head. "I can't believe he put Sexy Back after a Nine Inch Nails song…"
He could see Sora if he looked down, the brunet smiling at him from the other end of the bed.
"That was good, right? Adventurous enough for you? Or should I tie you up with my belt, because you know, #2 on the list was to do it blindfolded. I don't think Axel fully understands the meaning of the word 'location.'"
Sora giggled a little, pulling on Riku's toes. "Come up here, I wanna kiss you."
"I'll taste like your cum," Riku warned, easing himself into a sitting position before stretching out the same way Sora was and giving him a light kiss.
"It wasn't so bad, was it? Something different, you know? I thought it was fun…" Sora trailed off, desperately looking for approval in Riku's eyes.
"Yea, I guess we could do that again sometime. Switch things up a little. Although I wanna finish the list first, before we repeat anything."
Sora looked positively ecstatic, kissing Riku again before cuddling up against the taller boy's chest.
"We can keep this part the same," he murmured, tracing the soft curves of Riku's lean muscles with his finger. "I like this part, always."
Riku made a small affirmative noise, his eyes half-closed as he nuzzled Sora's hair. "Love you," he said softly, reaching across the other boy's back to turn off the CD.
"I love you too, Riku. Bigger than the sky."
"Yea?" Riku said, smiling. "Well, I can beat that one. That's easy."
"Oh, it's on. I'd like to see you try."
Riku thought for a moment, his eyes falling shut, then popping open as he had an idea. "Alright. I love you… taller than the tallest mountain?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, since when has the tallest mountain been bigger than the sky?" Sora asked, poking Riku in the forehead.
"Uhh, longer than all the highways in the world, if you lined them all up in one big freeway to the moon."
"Yellower than a dandelion."
"That's lame, yellower isn't even a word," Riku retorted. "Um… let's see... warmer than a nice, warm bed when there's snow outside."
"Stronger than a bulletproof vest! Being worn by Chuck Norris!"
"Deeper than the deep blue sea."
"Better than peppermint tea."
"Longer than that awful documentary we watched in History."
"Hotter than a big old desert!"
"Wetter than… water?"
"Ha!" Sora exclaimed, poking him again. "You lose. That one sucked. I love you more, the end, no takebacks."
"Yea, whatever helps you sleep at night. I was letting you win, anyway," Riku said, stretching his arms before letting them drop around Sora again.
"Don't let me win! That's not fair! That means I really lost," Sora cried, smacking him on the arm.
"Cool your jets. We'll call it draw, ok?"
"Yea," Sora said, snuggling closer to Riku with a smile on his face. "Yea, we'll call it a draw. Just like we always do."
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AN: So, I hope you guys liked the chapter! I told you there was more plot! And you finally got your RikuSora, so no more harping! XD In other news, I got a few people asking some of the same questions, so I figure I'll answer them here all at once.
1. Yes, you can draw fanart! The answer will always be yes! I will at no point change my mind on this, my decision is final! XD
2. The other story I have in the works is not a sequel to this one. It's its own entity, although still a KH2 AU. Speaking of which, I'm trying to decide whether to post the first chapter of that one at the same time as the ending of this one, or whether to wait a week. If you have any input, feel free to share. I guess it doesn't really matter, but now it's kinda bothering me and I can't really decide.
Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter! Thanks so much for reading, and please don't hesitate to leave a review and let me know what you thought!