Author's Note: In celebration of the playoffs, especially the Steelers' and Packers' victories yesterday, I give you this drabble, which some of you may find hard to follow. XD Above all, though, this is for Kiki, my fellow football fanatic and AkuRoku lover. I LOVE YOU SWEETIE! 8D


Touchdown

Roxas didn't just like football. Roxas lived football from August to February, and he died without it from February to August.

Axel could watch a football game and enjoy it. He had a team or two he preferred. However, it didn't kill him when they lost, and he didn't care enough to watch every Monday and Thursday night game, regardless of who was playing.

Unfortunately for Axel, Roxas did care, and it was a pivotal issue in their "conjugal" bliss. Axel had learned to care a great deal about how Roxas' team was doing, because if they lost, Roxas would not be Roxas for at least two days. He would be silent, sullen, little things would set him off, nothing would be fun, and most importantly – no sex. When Roxas was upset about a loss, the mere suggestion of a little hanky-panky usually resulted in a full week of enforced abstinence for Axel.

For that reason, Axel was currently sitting in the couch with Roxas – torn. On the one hand, he desperately wanted Roxas' team to win this game, so he was watching with an interest born of his ulterior motive. On the other, he didn't want to be watching football at all at the moment. He was far more interested in the way Roxas smelled right now, and his mind was getting pretty vivid as he imagined all the other things he'd rather be doing…with Roxas.

Roxas' mind, however, was elsewhere.

"Oh man, look at that run! Awesome penetration!"

"Uh huh," Axel grunted distractedly as he eyed his lover, who was sitting forward, focused on the TV. I'll show you awesome penetration.

"He went fifteen yards up the middle, nice…"

I can do that too…up the middle of your cute little butt. I'll do it over and over again.

Roxas' team had the ball, and the game was close. "If we can just score on this drive, we'll have this game wrapped up," Roxas commented.

Axel made a woeful face as he gazed at the young man sitting beside him, imagining wrapping Roxas up, not to mention scoring, and a hell of a lot of driving, driving driving…

"Damn it!" Roxas snapped. A flag had been thrown. "Illegal contact? That wasn't illegal contact!"

"Every kind of contact is illegal…" Axel muttered under his breath, resenting the damn game even more.

"What?" Roxas wasn't listening. Didn't even look back over his shoulder at Axel, who was studying the slope of Roxas' back, all the way down to his hips…

He wasn't watching the TV, and he didn't see what happened on third down…but Roxas jumping up and yelling angrily snapped Axel out of his daydream rather abruptly.

"No! No no no! God fucking damn it!"

Glancing up to catch the replay, Axel found himself suddenly getting worried. The quarterback had been sacked. Uh oh…sacked…sac, sac, Roxas' sac… Axel shook his head. Snap out of it! He was not getting distracted by imagining his boyfriend's private parts, not when the all-important game was suddenly on the line as Roxas' team was forced to kick back to the opponents, giving them a chance to break the tie and win…and deprive Axel of any hope of getting laid today.

"Yeah, he came at his blind side and got him from behind…" The voice on the TV spoke over Roxas' frustrated, tense muttering.

Oh great, now the commentators are doing it too. Getting Roxas from behind sounded really good… And "coming." Coming is nice…

But now things were bad. Roxas was already slipping into silent mode, leaning forward and staring intensely at the screen as the opposing team began to run play after play, drawing yet more explanations from the commentators.

A run resulted in a first down. "Mason found a hole and just got in there…" Axel bit back a groan. He had a very specific hole in mind he'd love to get into.

The quarterback threw a pass – not in itself a bad thing, but the receiver… "He hit his tight end for a gain of about thirteen…" Green eyes slid sideways to a particular "tight end" Axel longed to "hit"…and with the way Roxas was stressing right now, he'd be so tight…

The defense rushed on the next play, blitzing, and Roxas was on his feet as a lineman closed on the quarterback… "Shit!" The ball sailed nicely over to a receiver.

"…and Camden gets it off just in time…"

Axel sighed. They were in the Red Zone. I won't be getting off any time soon. Fuck.

Roxas was on his feet, "Fuck, fuck, come on, stop them, come on D!" The offense was now running the ball, letting the clock wind down a little more as they pushed for a touchdown. The commentators agreed with the offense's approach.

"Yeah when you get down in this area, you just gotta start pounding…"

"That's right, just push your way in there…"

Axel frowned at the TV. Now you're just being mean, he mentally sulked. It was turning into a miserable, miserable day. Roxas was in a state, and if they lost in the next few minutes, Axel could kiss goodbye any chance of getting cozy with his lover before next weekend. Work schedules would keep them apart after Tuesday, and a loss in this game would ruin Roxas' mood at least that long.

The opposing team couldn't convert on third down and was forced to kick a field goal – not a triumph, but possibly enough. It put them up by three points, and if Roxas' team couldn't score in the next two and a half minutes…that was it.

Axel wanted to cry. Roxas looked pretty damn close himself.

The kick was downed at the five yard line – not good. Terrible field position, and considering how little time was left in the game…

"They needed better position, this is a tough position to start at…"

Hopeless and miserable, various positions started scrolling through Axel's mind. He wondered when he'd next get to use any of them with Roxas…

First down, second down, third down – they managed to convert, but just barely, and a minute came off the clock. An incomplete pass, a run, a screen – another down, but almost no time left and still outside of field goal range. Roxas' body was stony with tension.

Then, wonder of wonders, the quarterback stepped back and fired a Hail Mary down the field. The TV screamed, "He goes deep and…it's…caught!" Roxas jumped up screaming as the receiver pulled the ball in and kept running. "He got his hands on the ball and he's at the thirty, the twenty, the ten, he goes all the way, Jackson has it, touchdown!"

Roxas was jumping up and down. "He got it in, he caught it and he's in, yes, yes, yes! Oh my God, yesssss!"

Axel was delightedly cheering and catcalling and applauding as Roxas celebrated, and the innuendos in the last few minutes managed to escape his notice. A quick check made sure – ten seconds left on the clock. The other team had next to no chance now. But they watched the end, just to be sure. Roxas was beaming and finally taking an interest in his beer again, raving about the amazing play between swallows. Axel felt his heart still racing from excitement…or from the knowledge of what this win meant for him.

The game ended in victory, Roxas laughing and turning to Axel with blue eyes positively shining with happiness. "I can't believe that, that was so amazing! I was so worried we were gonna lose, oh my God…"

"But you won!" Axel beamed back, stretching his hands out and taking hold of Roxas' arms, pulling him in for a congratulatory hug. "That was awesome, babe!"

"I know!" Roxas grinned…with just an edge of a smirk to his expression. He suddenly shifted, pushing Axel back a bit on the couch, turning them both so that Axel was leaning back on the armrest. "Such a good game, huh?" Roxas breathed, eyeing Axel as he crawled over his lover's legs, straddling him and leaning forward and dragging both hands through Axel's hair.

"Yeah…" the redhead all but moaned back, more than thrilled with the sudden change of mood in the room, delighted by the way Roxas was pressing close to him. He caught the scent of beer on Roxas' breath moments before he tasted it as Roxas leaned in and kissed him…tongue delving in immediately and swirling in Axel's mouth.

Abstinence, it seemed, was no longer a looming threat. It had turned tail and vanished in the face of a pleased Roxas.

…Who was already rolling his hips into Axel's as they made out on the couch, little pleased sounds escaping both of them. Axel grinned as he felt a hand leave his hair, a moment later beginning to fiddle with his belt buckle. Oh God yes… With the thoughts that had been filling his mind during that game, it didn't take much to get Axel in the mood and ready.

Roxas' fingers slipped down over the front of Axel's jeans, squeezing his already-hard cock with teasing pressure as he smirked. Axel smirked right back, enjoying the touch and the way it made him harder, made the first damp sweat start to break out on his skin. "Find something interesting?"

Fingers flicked open his button and tugged at his zipper. "Well, the game's over. Now it's our turn. Let's…play." Then Roxas' hands were in his pants, and Axel just groaned in relief as Roxas touched him. He wanted this so bad, and he'd come so close to having a dry, lousy week. Instead, Roxas was quickly wiggling out of his pants and dragging Axel's out of the way too before he returned to grind their cocks together.

Green eyes rolled back as Axel let Roxas take the lead. He licked his lips as he watched Roxas move, and after a minute, lust-darkened blue eyes met his and Axel grinned weakly. "Where's the nearest condom?" he breathed.

Roxas snorted and smirked. "In your back pocket, duh." Axel laughed and bit his lip as hands groped his ass before digging into his pockets and fishing out the ever-present emergency supplies. When Roxas ripped the plastic open with a cute little wink, Axel thought – as he often did – that there was no possible way he could be more in love with his boyfriend.

His head dropped back as Axel let himself drown a little in the pleasure, Roxas touching him and handling him and lifting himself up on his knees as he guided Axel's cock, positioning him…and then Roxas slowly sank down onto him.

Moaning, Axel gathered himself together enough to reach out and touch Roxas in return, fondling his boyfriend's cock to take his mind off the discomfort. So good… "This…is very good field position…"

The answering laugh was breathless as Roxas adjusted. "Nice penetration, big guy." Hot blue eyes watched him with a mischievous glint as Roxas shifted, beginning to move a little, carefully.

"Nah, you did that." He pulled Roxas a little closer, bracing himself and rocking up to meet Roxas' movements. "I just…stood up and…plugged that hole."

Blue eyes bugged wide in disbelief as Roxas laughed again. "Wow…are we really using football for dirty talk?"

A red eyebrow arched as Axel gave a one-shouldered shrug. "If you want." He had a suspicion, however, that there wouldn't be a problem. Roxas had laughed, but his cock in Axel's hand had throbbed tightly in response to the naughty line.

"I don't mind…as long as we keep the drive going," Roxas bantered back, emphasizing his meaning by lifting himself up and bearing down again, taking Axel into his body faster and harder. Axel's hips automatically snapped upward to meet him as he groaned.

"Oh, there's no stopping this offense. Not now. We're gonna score."

Gulping down air, Roxas just grinned and nodded, lifting his body and starting to really ride Axel in earnest. It was hot and squeezing and fast and pounding, nothing really fancy, just raw desire and passion. Just letting the heat drive them crazy, getting lost in the moment and in each other, both of them aching for completion.

"Oohhhhhh fuck…Axel…almost…"

Sweaty skin slipped beneath his hands. "Me too, Roxas…c-coming…!" And Axel let his restraint shatter as soon as he felt the tremors of Roxas' orgasm begin, and he kept pumping his hand over Roxas and Roxas kept riding him as they both came, groaning each other's names.

Then his boyfriend was collapsing on top of him, forehead buried in Axel's neck. Roxas voice was a satisfied gasp – "Touchdown…"

A weak giggle escaped Axel's throat. "Six points. C'mere you. Gimme a kiss."

Smiling sweetly, Roxas did. They snuggled together, sticky and wet as their tongues slid against each other. The afterglow was downright sultry…but that was par for the course with Roxas.

"Should we kick the extra point?" Axel smiled, murmuring against Roxas' lips.

"Mmmmm." His lover grinned. "I think we should try for the two-point conversion." Blond eyebrows waggled suggestively at him as Axel gaped, wondering what that could even mean.

As Roxas leaned back to peel out of his shirt, Axel decided he didn't care to guess. He already knew it would be good.

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