Saturday

34.

It crept into his senses; through the morning fog; through streams of sunlight peeking past the clouds. In the room 138 of the Delta hotel in Niagara, it carefully eased him into an uncomfortable awareness. Flashes of scenes spun in his mind, yet the second he thought to remember what happened and think of what it meant… he couldn't. He couldn't remember and it left a stale, cold 'wall' feeling. What is this?

Roxas awoke in a small heap of white linens. A joyful incandescence, cast into the room, wrapped his body in the combined warmth, comforting his way into the waking world. It pinged in his mind. It rubbed against his stomach. It mildly swept into the inner layers of his self, ringing with something. Something was different, he could tell. But it was something wrong.

Blue eyes, growing more alert by the second, stared through the bed sheets near his face. What was that feeling? He lifted his head from a pillow-less bed, carrying himself on his arm, and peeling his blond head from the bedding. He was suddenly met with the scent of coffee.

"Hey." Roxas turned around towards the source of light, where the tall redhead was leaning. His back and upturned head were pressed against the smoothened wall of the room, a mug in hand. Axel.

"Hey," he responded, his voice still bearing the weight of sleep. "What are you doing?"

Axel pursed his lips and momentarily glanced back at the scenery beyond the glass. "Nothing." The light played along the elegant curves of his face and stature of his body. Axel looked far too good for the morning, Roxas thought as the redhead looked back at him. "How'd you sleep?"

"Good." The smiles on their faces were far from fake, yet Roxas sensed the twinge of awkwardness in their exchanges. Or was it?

Was it Axel? Was it the situation? What was making him feel this way? Lingering on the thought was put aside when Axel approached the bed. Tucking a leg beneath him, Axel leaned on his right arm in his spot next to the blond. "I'm thinking you want to be home sometime in the early afternoon, so how about we go get something to eat and hit the road 'round noon?"

"Okay." Roxas smiled pleasantly. Flashes of last night's events appeared in his mind, at the close presence of the older boy. Willingly or not, the thoughts made their way to the rest of his body, making him fully remember every kiss, thrust and convulse they'd created. The smile turned coy, when Axel continued.

"It's 9:45 right now." Now he was just asking for it.

"We've got lots of time." Roxas snaked an arm around Axel's neck and pulled him into a passionate kiss. Placing the cup of coffee onto the bedside table, Axel didn't restrain from being pulled onto the petite body. Roxas was suddenly very aware that he was naked, while Axel at least had his boxers on. The thin sheet draped over his waist gradually became nonexistent just as Axel snaked his tongue into his mouth.

He tasted the slightly bitter substance in his mouth. Coffee. Black. Yuck. That was when Roxas hastily pushed Axel off him, for his mouth was definitely no better. He clapped a hand over his mouth with embarrassment to which Axel chuckled at.

"I called for some toothpaste earlier. It's by the sink."

"Thank you." Roxas mumbled, pulling the loose sheet around his waist with one hand, the other still covering his mouth, and entered the bathroom. Resolving to brushing his teeth with his finger, which was probably what Axel had done as well, he moved on to fix his hair a little; making it look less 'bed-head' and more 'I look good in bed. Fancy a tumble?' Then he tied the sheet around his waist for a good Greek-god-statue effect and slowly walked out of the bathroom.

Axel was at his seat by the window again when his head turned back to briefly check Roxas out, to the boy's silent approval. Roxas didn't do that thing, where you gently touch the door frame around you to make you look sexier. But he did cross his arms (and ankles, to toe the carpet teasingly) and lean from a good feet away from the wall. It was a small attempt to masculine-ize the former position and still look appealing.

After playing with his bottom lip a little with his now fresh teeth, he said with an apathetic face and a slightly less than suggestive tone, "I think I'm gonna take a shower." When Axel nodded silently, he kept their eye contact a second and a half longer and slowly lifted his shoulders off the ugly, beige-coloured wall and back into the bathroom.

Axel watched as Roxas (purposely) left the door an inch open; listened to the shower curtain being pulled back then forth, then the water running and hitting the basin; then thought of the water hitting a naked Roxas.

He'd seen it all last night; it wasn't new to him anymore. Roxas was fine. A cute, petite body with an angelic face and head of golden hair? Definitely drool-worthy and something he'd want to bang again in the future. He didn't know what he'd been thinking yesterday. Roxas wasn't some deity or supernatural being. He was just a regular, human boy. And a very sexy one at that. Maybe it had been the nervousness of the boy that threw him off, and the fact that he'd been a virgin.

All Axel knew then and what he'd contemplated while watching the boy sleep, was that his feeling of apprehension from yesterday was gone and he was back to being Axel. He smiled proudly at that. He didn't like questioning the validity of his identity. He was back to being that comfortable seventeen-year old boy everybody knew.

Just when he reconfirmed that in his mind, Roxas voice echoed from the bathroom. "Are you waiting for an engraved invitation?" Axel smirked. Oh yeah, this was being back to normal. He slipped off his boxers and with a flick of his wrist sent them towards the general direction of the bed.

When he pulled the white curtain aside, he grinned amusedly. "Miss me already, eh?" Roxas wasted no time in pulling him inside. Despite the excessive amount of hot water used, the room was much steamier after that.

Sora awoke with a soft gasp. As his eyes shot open, he was troubled; searching his mind what he'd just seen. Or felt. One of those dreams, he supposed, though it triggered an uncannily familiar sensation in his stomach.

"What is it?"

The brunet was suddenly very aware of the boy behind him, cradling him against his chest. "Nothing." He gently cleared his throat. "Nothing's wrong. I just felt… something weird."

A hum was his given response. Then an arm snaked up from around his hip and rubbed around his chest, closing the spaces between them. "Maybe it's the feeling of finally waking up with me." Sora giggled.

"I've woken up next to you lots of times before." He stifled a shiver when Riku softly kissed his left shoulder and nuzzled into his neck.

"Mmm, that's right," He admitted, though it was understandable that he couldn't compare any of those times to this one. Not just because they were both nude. "But this time is entirely different." Sora smiled and agreed, feeling the subtle thrill fluttering near his heart. "Only took us nearly a decade to get here." They both smiled.

"Are you … hurt?" Riku asked, tentatively.

"Ehh, a little. It'll prolly hurt more later on, but I'm okay now." Then he whispered, "Promise." Sora then quickly bit his lip in an attempt to stop himself from smiling, which resulted his lips to take an even tighter and more strained expression. "How's your back?"

"…Stings a bit," he replied truthfully.

"Oh." His bottom lip remained tucked beneath his teeth, with more remorse than amusement. "I hope I didn't get you too bad."

"I hope you did."

Sora bowed his head and touched Riku's fingertips with his lips, until they clasped the side of his soft cheek. The brunet sighed at the comfort and closed his eyes once more. A while later, Sora asked aloud, "'Ku, what time is it?"

"Time to forget about the rest of the world and let me focus on holding you?"

"Riku…" he laughed, not wanting to do any less than what the silveret had offered. He turned around. "We have to get up eventually."

To try to distract him, Riku kissed Sora's lips. His right arm, that had been under the boy's neck for the majority of the day, wasted no time in petting the soft tufts of Sora's brown mane. It soon turned into a slow make-out session, never escalating more than being comfortable which each other. Sora had straddled Riku's waist, feeling lost in the way the silveret's fingers wove themselves in his hair; Riku, in Sora's firm grip at his sides.

Riku pulled back and rested against his pillow to look up at the boy. He stroked Sora's left hand with only a flicker in their eye contact. "So… lovely." As he whispered that, a faint blush drew across the younger boy's cheeks and his blue eyes turn down for a second, in mild self-awareness and the choice of words used. Riku smiled and patted the sides of Sora's hips. "What can I do for you?"

Tilting his head, Sora smiled. "Huh?"

A troubled expression flashed across Riku's face. "I dunno. But after last night," he paused, picking his words carefully. "It's like I don't want to be away from you for another day. Even if you are next door." Or in another class, or on another street. Sora brightened and leaned down to hug Riku, realizing that he felt the same way.

I want to do something for you. Riku wrappedhis arms around the smaller body. Let me feel how happy I can make you. Let me match that happiness I felt from you last night. He couldn't understand why he was feeling so cheesy, but his feelings were clearer to him and he couldn't stop that even if he tried.

"How about we go out tonight?" Sora said, shortly after. "After I take care of things at home, make a quasi-appearance to the family… we can go get something to eat and hang out. Just you and me."

Riku smiled honestly. "I'd like that." Sora pecked him on the lips and retreated a little further than Riku would have liked. "You're getting up?" Sora grinned, picking up his boxers. "You're getting dressed!"

"Err, YEAH..."

"Why?" he raised himself on his elbows.

"Well, look!" Sora motioned to the rest of the room. It looked askew with the mess of candles; the sporadic articles of clothing; and the bottle that had fallen off the bed at some point in the morning, leaving a small pool of clear liquid on the carpet. The room was in a considerable amount of mess... only Riku's eyes remained fixed on one thing.

"I am looking," he blinked to harden his gaze as he stated with mock-irritation. This was also weird to hear himself think it, but truthfully, Riku already missed Sora. …Yeah, he'd never say that out loud.

Sora felt unable to stifle his smiles. He located Riku's undergarments and handed it to him once the boy had reluctantly sat upright on the edge of his bedframe. "It's 11:15. My dad could be home soon."

"He won't be home for at least a couple hours." Riku protested and silently bit the inside of his cheek at the utterance of information he shouldn't have known. Sora didn't think anything of it and kissed the top of his head.

They tidied up the room in general silence, Riku apologetically glancing at Sora every few times he winced in discomfort. A quick wipe-down of his body with a wash-cloth, a pill of Tylenol and redressing of yesterday's clothing, Sora lingered in the foyer, dreading the moment they'd have to let go of each other.

"Thank you, Riku," he murmured into the other's shoulder. "Thanks for... being so great." Sora couldn't imagine his first time being any better. He knew he'd been right to trust him with something like touching and even looking at his body. Privacy, boundaries and such, the boy knew about from years past. And now, in this point in his life, Sora just knew that Riku was deserving –so much, that he wondered if the reverse was true. He didn't think about it right then. "So, seven?" He looked up into Riku's aquamarine eyes. The silveret nodded and kissed Sora's lips. Then Sora pulled the door open. "Later," he said, and Riku leant against the frame as Sora trotted down the porch steps. They both felt a bit sad at that, but looked up at the arrival of a truck in the adjacent driveway.

Identical grins of mischief crossed the twins' faces when they looked at each other's respective partners.

Roxas turned back to the driver whilst undoing his seatbelt. "So you'll call me?"

Axel nodded. "Yeah." They kissed goodbye, the blond muttering a shy 'thanks' under his breath, then went to join his brother. The two quietly entered their house, little past 12:30.

Pulling out of the asphalt, Axel sent an amused glance at Riku, who returned it with crossed arms and a raised eyebrow, before turning back into his own home. Well, I'll be damned.

Nearly twenty minutes later, Axel found himself in his own familiar driveway. He briefly announced his presence to his parents sitting comfortably on the couch, reassuring them that he was home, safe and in one piece. Climbing to the second floor, he opened his bedroom door to an unexpected sight.

"Yo." Saix said lazily from the redhead's bed; eyes, blood shot; school uniform, mussed; and a small, blue pipe in hand.

Axel hastily shut the door. "Dude, does my mom know you're up here?"

"Saw me climbing into your window a couple hours ago," he shrugged uncaringly. Axel stomped over to the said window and pulling it open, airing out the sickening smell of weed. A little more calmly, he leant on his wall and faced the blue-haired teen.

"What're you doing here, man?"

Saix exhaled his hit with a slight cough. "Just chillin'."

"Why aren't you blazing in your own apartment?"

"Fuck, do you want me to leave?" Saix shot up the best his body would allow, yellow and red-tinted eyes locking dangerously on to his friend.

"No, I'm just asking." Axel knew better than to antagonize the boy in this state, as Saix could easily turn violent when high. "What the hell happened?"

"Nothing." Saix responded shortly and laid back down on Axel's pillow, which the redhead knew he'd have to throw out after today. "Where'd you go last night?"

"Just around."

"Where were you just now?" he continued.

"Who the fuck are you? My mother?" Axel asked sharply, even though his mother didn't normally act half as interested as Saix was then.

No, I'm supposed to be your best friend, Saix thought bitterly and narrowed his eyes. If Axel had been fooling around last night, the redhead would have no problem telling him as easily as answering what he'd have for breakfast. But Axel was clearly fronting. His clothes clearly signified that something of the sort had actually occurred the previous night. "Doesn't look like you went to practice this morning." He said, calculatingly, watching as Axel groaned at the reminder of basketball. The captain missing his own team practice didn't look very good.

"I was out with Roxas," he admitted, finally. He knew Saix wouldn't like to hear that, since he didn't particularly like new people. Or just people.

Saix raised his eyebrows and they both stayed in silence for a while. It was rather awkward; Axel knew of Saix's mild dislike, but everything regarding Roxas specifically, remained unspoken and unaddressed, until Saix asked the following: "So what's going on with you, dude?"

"What do you mean?"

"What's going on with you and blondie?" He raised his voice a little at the mention of Roxas. "You guys dealing or what?"

"No!" Axel insisted. "We just went out, hung out." He threw his words together the best he could but Saix remained unconvinced. "Yeah, we fucked a bit, but it that's it." Axel shrugged, passing the conversation over to Saix for him to continue. At times like these, saying as little as possible was probably best to hide what you didn't entirely mean, or even had the mind to think about yet.

Saix packed another bowl. "Whatever."

That hadn't been the reaction he had hoped for. "Saix-."

The bluenet's head snapped back to him. "Look, can we not talk about this? Or anything?" In his blurry mind, two things remained crystal: One; he was not going to go home. And two; he did not want to think about why. The memory of two men going at it on his bed while they thought he was asleep unwilling flashed in his mind and he pushed it instantly away.

Though it was a strange request, for Saix was the one in Axel's room, the redhead said nothing more about it, sitting down on the bed so they were opposite each other. He sighed, looking at his best friend and uncaringly let Saix pass him the rounded, glass pipe.

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