AN: I am scheduling myself to write 2k words a day. It gives me ample time to accomplish daily things, progress on the story, and edit. All in what I hope to be a more deadline driven process. We shall see. A dull reminder that this work is very adult. Anyways, cue the saucy music~
Chapter 8:
Today is Halloween, and it is a shame that the holiday lands on a Monday. The students however, felt no differently about the day, as it seems the entire populous celebrated the weekend with sex, drugs, and costumes galore. Some had energy blessed from Heaven, powering through the day as though hangovers were an elusive concept. Whereas others felt as sluggish as I did, showing off their hangovers in a brooding fashion. Girls chattered about their dates and their costume choices, while flashing their phone screens to show off the holiday festivities. I irritably tap my fingers on the desk. The lessons throughout the day dragged on tediously, and these final five minutes feel unbearably prolonged. I concentrate on the clock's softly ticking needle. I am anxious, as shown by my bounding heel and incessant drumming fingers.
I feel as though I could crawl out of my skin. The uneasiness was exacerbated by the thought that I would be seeing Axel shortly. Typically, I would cruise about the evening avoiding the redhead, but after last Friday night and the weekend preceding, I had a cornucopia of repressed words I needed to share with him. On Saturday morning, I was prepared to tell Axel that the night before had been a tremendous fuckup and that we should never entertain fooling around with one other again. This bullheaded resolve of mine was shaken in church when Axel did not even bother to look my way. As of recently we managed to exchange pleasantries in the chapel, the redhead's gaze would periodically shift to peer at me. After the evening of gaming and socializing, I felt we had moved past the ridiculous, complacencies of 'how are you,' especially now that we have experienced the intimacy meant for close couples. Those assumptions and expectations, however, are absurdly wrong based off his complete disregard for me. This treatment caused me to be agitated for the rest of Sunday night and all through today.
Due to my various emotions and racing thoughts, I am avoiding everyone and rushing straight through the corridors to the exit before the last of chime or the bell. I race through the student lot and kickstart into a jog towards my neighborhood. My friends were probably perplexed by my tense and muted demeanor for the day, but my words, unlike my thoughts, kept coming up short. I contemplated taking Riku to the nearest vacant room and ranting about my current issue. However, I opted to keep this knowledge private because I was dead set on making this problem merely temporary. I envisioned myself verbally assaulting Axel and exclaiming to him that I hoped he appreciated the small taste I offered since it was the first and last time. Another - more secret- part of me wanted to jump his bones and convince him that things could only get better from last time. If only he was not busy dodging me.
He was also avoiding Namine I realized. On Saturday when the question was spurred on me last minute, I made sure to pay extra attention to the frail ocean-eyed blonde sitting in the pews behind Axel. He did not spare her any words or glances even though her focus was on par with that of a love-sick puppy. Later last night, I sought out Axel's social media to get the answer I was searching for. The words 'single' were a big comfort and helped to alleviate some of my weighty guilt. Namine is stunning, but so am I. The whale sized difference between us is that she aims to marry the man, whilst I wish to tie him down and fuck him silly.
No, that's not what I need. I don't want anything from him. I'm not the slightest bit pleased with him as my tutor. After what happened Friday, he might back out of this agreement with mom and dad. That has been my goal from the beginning. The less complicated things are, the better. I can go back to living how I please with zero judgments.
My therapy sessions are becoming more and more promising as the days pass. I yearn to tell someone - anyone. I intend to sever things with Axel, but I cannot get the images of our bodies up close and personal out of my consciousness. This secret will ultimately be spilled somewhere. And I happen to have an unbiased man who is paid to listen to me gripe, wise and ready to offer me advise, so perhaps I should take advantage of this. The now browning foliage and lawns blurred passed me as I was wrapped up in my own flurry of thoughts. Entering my front door, out of breath and sweaty, I find myself stunned to discover the couch empty of a certain puzzling redhead.
Did he quit without bothering to confront me? Fuck, what a pussy!
I rage off to the kitchen, yanking at the cupboards, huffing about, and collecting an after-school snack for myself before storming to the sofa. I remove my damp jeans and lean into the furnishing. The airflow chills the sweat covering my skin, and I sigh with relief as my muscles soften into the welcoming cushions. Out of boredom, I recline fully and surf forums. I make sure to face the front entrance in case a certain intruding red head appears. If he had decided to cancel the arrangement, my parents would have told me. Or, at the absolute least, they would have pressed me to explain why he was considering doing so.
"Hey, Rox." Axel says, his sultry voice pierces the stuffy environment. My drink nearly chokes me, and my phone falls from my grasp, crashing on the top of the coffee table before plummeting to the area rug below. I raise onto one of my elbows to address the astonishingly exquisite figure that approaches from behind.
"How long have you been here, you creep?" I ask, genuinely startled. To my right, I place my cup on the hardwood tabletop with my snack, then lean down to get the device off the ground. I can't see his face, but I can detect the mirth in his words.
"How am I the creep?" Axel laughs. "That definition befits you best." He says amusingly.
"Says the man who tossed me around and humped me 'til I came." I remark coquettishly as I nibble on my sweet bun, licking the residue from my fingertips. "It was completely unexpected. I didn't think you were capable."
"I'm…not following." He says this with his lips twisted into a confused frown.
"I assumed your loyalty to God gave you limp dick." I present him a toothy smile. I'm still adamant that last Friday was a collective delusion fostered by my mind's obsession with the redhead, because there was no way he could worship his Lord and give in to premarital sexual encounters, let alone pray upon a boy.
"Are you deliberately provoking me?" As he analyzes me and the undertones of my voice, his lids reduce to slits.
"Obviously, I'm kidding. Your dick performed perfectly when it was shooting come down my—"As the tall man opposite me stands squarely at the foot of the couch, I lose perspective of the worthless front door. I have a clear view of his disgruntled facial expressions and piercing green lenses.
"Knock it off, Roxas." He interrupts, crosses his forearms, and straightens his back to glare down at me. I giggle as I notice the rich scarlet on the apples of his cheeks.
"So, you don't want to fuck me, then?" I mention passively, and Axel recoils at my directness.
"No, at what point did you gather that idea?" He was squinting at me once more, his grimace deepening. He is noticeably uncomfortable. His biceps are being tapped by his fingers and his knee is bouncing. I can see him feverishly attempting to hide his shame with each slow admission of oxygen.
"It was heavily implied last Friday, jackass." My brows arch at him in astonishment. Guffawing, I drop my trash onto the table and then extend my arms above me to stretch my weary muscles, sighing at the pleasant effect. "Oh my God, is this what gaslighting is?" I immediately raise on my forearms and shriek theatrically, simulating alarm.
"I was looking for an adult conversation about this." He grunts, a hand running down his face, before saying, "Regardless, it's a relief that we're discussing it. I should have been more transparent with you from the start."
"You were pretty thorough in transparency, Axel. You said that you wanted to possess me. And begged to touch me." His pose appears wounded, and his green lenses nervously dance across the room to avoid any contact with my own. I feel myself shrug, plastering a childish grin on my face, as if to conclude that it was no big deal before confessing, "Frankly, that was a fairly huge turn on."
"Why are you taunting me? If I hadn't made you—well, you'd have gone to someone else." In exasperation, he kicks the bottom of the couch with the tip of his foot, then fixes his stare on me. Even when he is projecting a great deal of annoyance on his features, he has a splendid appearance. I am fearful his charms will just lead to a never-ending cycle of wild fantasies and painful hard-ons. "I was sick of chasing you, and I'm sure I submitted to the moment out of curiosity. But it will not happen again."
"That was one hell of a moment, Ax. You can't deny that you also enjoyed it." His visage has become vacant, as if to contest my assertion. He is hiding his feelings behind a solid wall that tempts me to demolish it brick by brick. Over the weekend, I was dead set on severing things, however, those intentions diminish each time he refuses to accept that he is the prime cause of our previously shared passion. "So, you refuse to admit it, huh? We can't go back in time, Axel." I snarl at him, irked by his failure to respond.
"I wasn't born yesterday, I'm very aware of that fact, Roxas." His head tilts backward in an arrogant action, staring at me through downcast lashes.
My brain scrambles to put together each individual sentence, and action that occurred on Saturday. My thoughts rush back to his current vague excuses, and I besmirch him, poking the bear as I hum, "Well, was your curiosity..." I stop to consider how to further push his tolerance, then continue bashfully, "... hmm, satiated?"
"You are still mocking me…Roxas, are you serious? Quit with your petulance act, it isn't going to work in your favor." His hands slip into his denim pockets, and his shoulders roll backwards. His image is immaculate, he is stunning, and my dick stiffens upon observing him. It is unjust that I must push him to admit he came on to guy out of arousal, let alone remind him that the guy was, in fact, me.
"I'm simply curious what lengths you'll go to suppress things. I'm interested in seeing how much of a phony you are. Plus, you are squirming…making this conversation feel a tad steamy." He is perplexed, his lashes fluttering swiftly in bewilderment, and the corner of my mouth tugs into an amused leer. When my palm lands on my cloth-covered dick, my breath arrests. My gaze is drawn to his morose, perilous green orbs. From the vast living room windows, the dying sun oppresses the scene. In drab bluish and dazzling orange colors, the photons caress the edges and slopes of his physique. In accordance to the juxtaposed sight and my mild touches, my dick spasms. I squeeze the tip of the half-length whilst I rub it up and down through the thin fabric. His expression teeters briefly, but he promptly resorts to his judgmental manner with a flare of his muscles.
"This is considered harassment." His lengthy legs made hasty strides out of the vicinity, gritting his pearly whites, before calling out to me over the hill of his shoulder, "You're wasting your time, Rox. I'm not going to be involved in this."
"Mmm, that's alright with me. I can just contact someone who will." I am playing dirty, and my head lolls to my right, pupils tracing his retreating shape before it abruptly come to a standstill, and I reach for my phone to prove my claim.
If you want to act like a prude, so be it. But I won't.
"What are you attempting to prove?" He hisses vehemently, punctuated by a primal rumbling from his diaphragm.
"Hmm, regardless of how much it contradicts your views, I want you to recognize that I make you feel pleasure." My hand sits still, and I glance favorably at my body. I am lying down, one ankle on the back of the sofa, the other dangling entirely off the furniture while my dick twitches beneath the dark fabric concealing my hips. The cotton has been stained, and the air in the room has cooled it. When my attention recovers to his, he is looking at my fully erect cock. "But it's perfectly okay. You do what you want. I only hope you don't come to regret avoiding it. Or worse, feel the need to possess me when I invite someone else over to play with."
"You never learn, do you?" We are back to mingling in the same stagnant place, and his posture is quite authoritative. His aroma wafts my way and suffocates my senses, and my dick rebounds against my waistline once more. "What exactly do you want from me?"
"I'm hoping you'll confess it wasn't a complete mistake…that you are attracted to me. But for now, I'd be satisfied with you simply watching me. Because…I only want one thing, and I'm dying to show you." My fingers sneak into the open split of my boxers, retrieving my reddened member coyly. My palm is dampened by a string of sticky liquid, and I swipe it meticulously along the tip.
"Rox, don't." His tone is clipped with the firm directive.
"Why shouldn't I? Not long ago, we did something similar." Using my thumb, I circle the tip, emitting seditious wet noises into the amicable room. My lust-filled orbs flit to him under fallen lids as I continue my demonstration.
"That day…I did make a mistake." He assures. His jaw tightens, his throat bobs, and his lips form a sharp line. A hum emerges from deep within my airway as I flick my wrist and bounce my fist on my dick.
"If you say so." I hasten my tempo, and the obnoxious wet sounds become louder as my precum saturates my dick. He is still observing, as I anticipated he would, and the spectacle causes my entire body to shudder. I possessed an irrepressible yearning for him to tumble beneath my thrall, so I lowered my head back and drove my pelvis into my fist in a provocative manner, giving him no reason to walk away.
"God says so. Sodomy is a sin." Axel's lips purse. His voice is a rich tenor, and his shaky exhales are becoming faintly erratic.
"Ah-ha, but sinning is so delicious. Ahhn…I can't stop myself; it feels good." I moan, thrusting my pelvis with the pretense of exhibiting pure shamelessness.
"Really mature, Roxas." The captivating redhead mutters a hesitant condemnation.
"How about I stay right here…and you, ah…just leave. This is my home, and I am itching to get off." I pant frenetically and slip my hands up my shirt, raising it to my clavicle and tucking the cloth right below my chin. My fingers are lured to the peaks of my chest, and I release a low mewl as I torment the rosy pert buds. My gaze drifts to Axel's heaving abdomen, and I can immediately see his fully eager erection. "It appears like you might want too as well." With a taunting sneer, I remark flirtatiously. "Come touch me, Ax." I whine, pouting at him. God willing, he will fall victim to it again.
"Tch. I'm not going to touch you. No matter how often you ask." His head is in his hands, and his fingertips are massaging the tiny bridge of his nose. I do not overlook his green irises peeking through the gap between his knuckles, soaking in my undulating shape.
"Mnn, jerk…alright then..." I groan, rolling my eyes in faux tetchiness while cooing at him, "...keep your eyes on me, just as you did at the party." His hands are drawn to his side at my command. His fingers are toying with the materials of his ripped jeans. He bites his lower lip as he observes me defile my dick, and I murmur, "It's delicious; your eyes watching me. I bet you'd be fucking your fist too if you could." I petition the heavens to grant me such a vista; just thinking about it makes my blood thrum incessantly against my arteries. "Drop the fake resolve…and put your hands on me." When I see his manhood bulging against the zipper of his jeans, I whimper and pant like a blissful fool.
"Hold your bets. I have zero intentions of doing that." One brow rises, and its twin stretches towards his nose. He shines with wonder and quips at me, as if restraining himself from me was an exciting quest.
"Fuck, Axel, I can still feel you all over me. Our scents mixing…" The grip on my pulsating dick strokes feverishly at the reminiscence, my spine arches, while my other hand fondles at the breadth of my bare hips and chest. "God, I wanna feel your hands on me. Gripping me…sliding all over my skin. Nngn…your slick cock…rubbing against mine, ahh. Fuck, I want it…"
My body is now ablaze. Beading dampness ruins the tufts of fair hair at my nape, and I am dimly conscious of a mild twinge of awkwardness. I had not expected things to get this far. I only wanted Axel to accept that he liked me or that he did not resent what transpired the last time. Based on his flawlessly maintained stance and invariable facial characteristics, I am not sure if this performance is making those feelings he is storing worse or better. Whenever he does produce a semblance of a reaction, it is so fleeting that I have minimal time to decipher what it might imply. He has not yet left, at the very least. I am hardly sure if it is because I coerced him, or if it is solely his mulishness that locks him in place. His resistance to go is a positive indicator, and it fuels my imagination with a dozen possibilities for how I might taunt him even further.
"Ngnn…do you feel it too? That mesmerizing…attraction. Ahhn…the craving to control my body?" Removing my boxer briefs entirely, I hook my thumbs through the band and elevate my calves. Axel seems perplexed by the abrupt shift in my approach. "Are you intrigued, Ax? Because I want to show you more. " I question huskily, raising my brows.
"Just show me. I'm sure you'll do it anyhow." His head tilts to the side, and his smug expression, albeit rushed, is positively irresistible. The affliction in his pants is savage, and my skin prickles with a voltaic shiver.
"At the very least, you should express some gratitude. Your hard dick looks captivated enough." I proclaim, pinning my gaze on the pinnacle of his long legs, and I nod in its direction. Instinctually, I moisten my lips as my blue orbs crawl up his flinching torso, which is hidden beneath a snug grey shirt. "Mmm, allow me to allure you some more."
My fingers brush over my lips, and I suck them scantily, drenching them in saliva and slurping at them vociferously. The seductive purr I emit as a result of the sultry act causes the small dimple on his cheek to leap. My behaviors are no longer tinged with unwanted indignity. My hunger is stirred by his devouring lenses. I swivel my waist, tenderly shutting my legs, till my knees are off the edge of the seat, and the throw pillow under me creates a cup around the crest of my spine. My ankles now cross on the cushion, and my free hand is drifting along the curves of my side until it rests on my ass. I pry myself apart, displaying the bewitching and composed man in front of me my needy pink hole. My cheeks are crimson from gagging on the digits that tickle my uvula, and his eyes expand, stopping their scrutiny before skimming across my body to the obscene hole quivering for him to behold.
Axel's composure falters as he staggers aside, and he attempts to seize his evident weakness by leaning onto the edge of the recliner. I turn my face to the side, my sight lured to him over my hip, and I draw my fingers from my lips with daringly calculated motions, my spit lacing a scintillating thread between them and my tongue. His palm elevates to rub his jaw, his thumb drags across his lower lip, and his dark brows flinch inwards. His overcast irises are hazy with need, thereby revealing his thoroughly stimulated disposition. My fingers reach behind me and twirl at the delicate puckering flesh. The sensation makes me mewl. The more I circle the newly wetting hole, the faster Axel's chest rises in quest of air.
He began this adventure by analyzing me as if I were an insane entity, and now he is watching so intently, on the edge of his perch, painstakingly taking in the view as if I were his favorite delicacy. I aim to impress, and I make my private performance for him a more exotic experience. When I slide the tip of my middle finger into my entrance, he is unblinking, arms crossed again, and slightly slipping onto the arm of the lounge chair, enraptured by me. My toes contract from the familiar twinge of discomfort as I glide it in steadily to the second knuckle. As I delve further with the invading appendage, my insides feel like a moist sauna. With a seductive tempo, I pull the finger out and then urge it slowly back in. Axel's head reclines, and a little sigh escapes his lush lips.
"Ahgn, you won't admit it…mmm…but you like the view." I coerce him before introducing another finger to the slow strokes. After dragging the digits out once more, I experiment with the slippery juices seeping from my plush hole and then I plunge them back in and groan in delight, his heel twitches. He tastes his lips, seizing the skin with his teeth and dons an animalistic expression, my lashes flutter and my stomach coils from the sight. Despite all this, his figure remains as immobile as marble as he absorbs my unique presentation. "Mngh, you're so obstinate. Fuuuck, it's sexy."
"You are depraved, Roxas." He cuts in, intending to insult me, but his low and hoarse voice, laden with lust, causes my toes to cling for the pads of my feet.
"Mhmn, so depraved." I moan, sweet as chocolate, and his captive cock convulses. I recline and splay my legs. His broad hand goes rashly to adjust what I suspect is a very agonizing boner. I prop one ankle on the back of the sofa and raise my other leg into the air, holding it by the calf with a firm clasp. I grin flirtatiously before saying, "Why are you being cruel to yourself? Your poor dick wants to be touched. Feel free to enjoy yourself, Ax."
As my free hand runs from below my navel to the crease of my thigh, he opens his mouth and swallows the forming remark. I drop further into the couch so Axel can see my depraved asshole before hastily dipping my fingers into my core. When I flex my wrist, the molten wet walls emit a new supply of alluring notes for our private hearing. I am becoming a wanton mess, writhing my hips, thighs bouncing slightly at the force of the movements. His lashes shutter lazily, and his hand is now permanently covering my view of his golden prize. His cheeks are as heated as my own, and he no longer bothers to disguise his heady panting from me.
"Hardly anything I said was an invitation, Roxas." He utters brusquely, his surveying tracks my sudden movement before requesting, "Add more." Every other emotion, including my disbelief at those two words, is suppressed by the thrill coursing through my body.
"Hah, you can touch me instead you know. In fact, I dare you to." I extract the digits, immediately prying myself open for him to ogle, pulling apart the flaring tissue so that his lilting dark lenses may get a glimpse of my dripping wet tunnel.
"Hmm…I assured you I wouldn't. If you want me to watch, fine, you've succeeded. I can't take my eyes off of you." He settles into the furniture and regains his former arrogance before dictating me with a low growl, "Now stick more fingers in."
"I will, if you pull out your dick and rub it for me." Tauntingly, I shove only two fingers back in and scissor myself with them, the prior filthy sounds morphing into something more explicit. I notice his forearm muscles flex and the blood pumping through his jugular hastens.
"No." He attests. "I'm watching."
"Tsk, stubborn." Folding my knees to my sternum, I thread an arm under them, and my hand drops to grip my ass, parting the round globes to resume tainting the opening that craves more than three fingers. I bemoan not having the chance to experience what it is like to have Axel's massive dick plowing into me, but instead I repeat my former scissoring technique for him to savor. I delve deeper and then pluck them out of myself, more for him than for me. The faint echo of a moist 'pop' in the void was not overlooked by either of our ears, and Axel abruptly lets out a distressed grunt. I dart my wrist forward, whimpering at the sharp invasion. Before Axel ultimately contests, he obsesses on the tug of my leaking hole as it sucks onto my offending appendages.
"I won't dispute that." He retorts with a sultry purr and then orders me afterwards, whispering as if he should not be yielding to this depravity, but does so any way. "Put them in deeper."
"Oh fuck…hah - ahhn…bit difficult. M-my fingers are t-too short." I drag them out slowly and immorally wink the loosened ring at him, and a trickle of my lubricating spit drips down the valley of my open cheeks. Separating my fingers, I make an act of exposing the sticky mess that is dribbling down each knuckle. When I propose mischievously, "You could reach so much further inside me," Axel is enthralled by the view.
"Nice try. That's not going to happen." His green irises are gleaming, and I can tell his forbearance is wearing thin. "Roll over and raise your hips; they should reach just fine." He instructs in such a domineering tone that my heart ricochets around my rib cage.
"Mmm, so demanding." I hurriedly twist onto my stomach and lift my hips into the air. Any apprehension I experienced before was swept away by the overall authoritative tone he was employing.
"You threatened to invite someone here, so my attention is fully on you, just as you asked. I never said I'd be a silent spectator." His palms fall to his thighs, clutching at them as though his legs would move on their own accord. "Now make yourself come, so you can stop holding me hostage."
"Hahh…yes sir." As I cuddle the silk throw pillow to my forlorn cock, it becomes ruffled. I reach behind me and press my fingers into my perverted opening. The slit of my dick leaks onto the silky cloth and I find myself pushing into it, grinding my hips against the pressure. The combination of marvelous stimuli rips a cry from my lungs. My legs buckle with the force, and I curl up into the silk fabric, jerking my pelvis into it and in turn, doing so to the wicked urgings behind me. I crane my neck to look over my left shoulder. I watch as Axel caresses his hardness covertly. His wrist tendons contract, and the veins on the top of his hand throb. My fingers prod at the bundle of nerves that has my hips bucking into the cushion underneath me, pouring into the silk fabric, sullying it in creamy nectar. I withdraw my slick fingers and poke my tongue out at Axel, boyishly.
"Feeling better, hmm?" He put an end to his prior dirty misdeeds and lays both hands on his lap.
"Oh-so much better." I gasp in relief.
"I don't approve of you exposing yourself in such an obscene way." His orbs drift to the hall nestled under the stairs, and his face flushes even more fiercely than before. My chest is heaving as I pull my shirt down, and my trembling hands reach for my boxers discarded at the end of the couch.
"You're a liar, your boner gives you away…I can help you with it." My cheeky voice lilts into a suggestive purr.
"Hah, you've done enough. So, no thank you. I can handle it." Even as he chuckles at me, Axel's tenor sounds harsh, but he quickly gathers himself to his feet, stretching his tense posture, and then saunters to the corridor that he had earlier been concentrating on, leaving zero room for me to refute his point.
I smugly settle on the couch and sidetrack myself by responding to a few text messages that had notified my phone, mulling on the idea of going upstairs to study to my fullest capacity. However, I want to avoid missing out on witnessing a disheveled Axel, newly gratified from his bad decision. For him to return to my completely cocky and fulfilled state. I have so much fun pushing his buttons, and I cannot believe I was so eager to dismiss his potential. The evening sun had waned into a starry sky, and the room alighted with warm light as I skirted across the couch and turned on the side lamp before returning to my leisurely state on the sofa.
With my thumb mindlessly scrolling through social media, my sentiments go backwards in time, and I realize that several of my feelings for my red-headed ex-friend were not always so innocent. Prior to dabbling with Hayner, anytime Axel would casually embrace me, my gut would release waves of butterflies. My attention would linger on him when he booted a ball around in Paopu Park's fields. I would drink in the view of the lean cut of his waistline when we went swimming in Hayner's above-ground pool.
I recall the abundance of feelings I held in when he presented me to his buddy Saix, who had sky blue hair and golden eyes. I was upset and ached with envy. Even worse were their nauseatingly cutesy nicknames for each another. The golden-eyed boy would call my then short haired best friend 'Lea' in a warm and caring manner, and the red-head would return the heartfelt moniker, tenderly referring to said companion as 'Isa'. It never failed to make me gag, but in a masochistic display of perseverance, I refused to turn down the opportunity to spend time with the both of them. When they pronounced each other's names so fondly, I would just sulk and cringe.
Saix and I got along fine and dandy for a couple of years, even if I was a brat the bulk of the time, but I started getting asked to join Isa and Lea less and less. Axel insisted it was nothing subjective, but I noted the spark in the blue haired boy's eyes as they devoured my best friend. The look made me uncomfortable; it was new, and I could not place why I hated it so much, not until now. It was a glimpse of something beyond platonic devotion, and I was an outsider to two older students who had far too much in common, and I was shunted to the back burner. I know it infuriated him whenever I would pout and plead Axel to meet with me instead of him. Axel's loyalty being tested, I would win the round when the green-eyed boy flaked on Saix's arrangements. But there were a few evenings when Saix bested me, and it was on those occasions that Hayner and I became closer. I was annoyed with Saix at the time, but now I can thank him. I would not have had the intimate moments with Hayner if he had not pressed Axel to see him more, and Axel would not have been able to show me his true nature.
My pulse is guided by the steady ticking of an antique wall clock. What was once dangerously fast is now meek and soothing. However, the metronome echo fails to deflect my free fall into sinking thoughts. It is a pity I did not investigate my former experiences and memories sooner. I had burned out all recollections of Axel for so long that these old emotions would have stayed buried. It would have never dawned on me that Hayner was not my sexual awakening; he was merely a beautiful diversion from the person who began my yearning for men. My years of rage had blinded me, but even with this newfound understanding and turn of events, I was still livid with Axel. These sobering insights nailed the casket tight, and I am more resigned to speaking with my therapist about topics other than school and my future. Instead, I want to talk about my attraction to the same sex, and where it all originated from. I desperately need insight on my current predicament.
Flat on my belly, and idly swinging my crossed ankles, I peruse Saix's profile. I notice that Axel and he stayed close after the redhead dissolved our friendship. I am in the middle of stalking their tagged photographs together when I hear a faint patter of feet entering from the hall. Checking over my shoulder, I see Axel sulking and rubbing at his temples. He is more than unkempt; he appears distressed and unhinged. I clench my teeth and compress my lips. My lungs tighten as I attempt to smother the laughter that is bubbling up my throat. It had been half an hour since he had left me to reflect on the past, and it seems that he was unsuccessful in quelling his blazing need.
"I won't take back what I said not too long ago." He assesses my existing triumphant attitude, and I stare in awe as he struggles to articulate his current thoughts. "But…I was a fool to reject your offer. I could use your…expertise."
Oh sweet, simple Axel. I've successfully lured you in.
"I can imagine a few ways to help you." I snicker and, in an attempt, to appear cunning I redirect my interest to the phone. I dwell on the images in front of me. Axel seems spirited and content, while Saix retains the very same emotion in his gaze. My stomach flips, and I unwillingly titter at my body's response. I immediately switch applications and enter the MMO I have recently become engrossed with before saying, "I meant it when I said I preferred things to be fair." I cavalierly swing my ass side to side and then, without so much as a glance in his direction, I motion Axel to come hither with the bend of a finger.
"This still feels wrong." Axel approaches the seat with caution and finds a spot behind my languid body. Glancing behind me, I notice his focus was on my plump ass. "But, dammit, this aches so terribly." My gut flinches as his raspy voice rises to a faint whine.
"Mmm, still thinking about my ass, huh? I'll do you this favor…on one condition." Axel turns to address me, with one leg tucked by his side, his other firmly grounded to the flooring beside him. The red head's forearm is resting on the back of the couch, and his hand is reworking his erection as he settles. I adjust to his position, placing my legs atop his thighs so that he is snugly nestled between my knees.
"Tch, what do I have to do?" His jaw clenches and the summersaults in my stomach continue.
"Beg me." I whisper before tauntingly smirking at him from over my shoulder. "Just like you did before."
"You've got to be kidding me." He is desperately trying to pass as annoyed but deep below his tone is something closer to pure yearning. I feel a delicate press to the base of my spine, fingertips circling my pelvis and then to my surprise I feel his hardened length prod against my perky cheeks.
"Is that a, no? But you seem so ready to go." I give him a taste of his desire, lifting my hips from the cushions slightly to grind my ass into his pulsing heat. We still our motions, and the moment feels so intimate. I whisper again, "Beg me, Axel. Ask me to touch you."
"Hah, damn it." His hips jerk forward, as though they have a mind of their own. I chuckle at his indecision to initiate, all from a little teasing pressure from my clothed ass. The decision to urge him into submission was a clear one.
"Do you want to ram your dick in my throat again? Shove it deep down and come—" Axel lunges out to cover my mouth. His powerful body leans down behind me, the barrel of his chest barely brushing along my shoulder blades. Before I can make out his words, I hear a deep vibrating growl in my ear.
"You possess such a filthy tongue." He hisses, his breath tingling the skin behind my ear's shell.
"Yet, your dick is throbbing. Do you enjoy my filthy mouth?" Over the loosely clenched palm, I murmur. I leave passionate open-mouth kisses along the offender's skin and coax his fingers into my mouth to remind him how delicious it feels. I suck them deep, slurping and rolling my tongue over the appendages. His wrist winces because of the devious conduct.
"Shut up and make me come, Roxas." He groans, impatiently, and his hand, still resting on my pelvis, slips lower and boldly tugs to stretch my ass apart. As a result of his unanticipated aggression, I grunt. His body melts into mine, and his density crushes my smaller frame into the sofa.
"Fuck, you're like an inferno. It's turning me on." Still vulgarly lapping at his fingertips, I say. "Plead with me more, and I'll prove perfect for you." Before he strips away his hand from my mouth, I kiss each individual pad of his drenched fingers.
"Hahh, show me your body, Rox. Please, I want to feel it." His eyes light up with mayhem, and I watch as he sits up straight, missing his hands' fixation on my willing body. Eagerness gets the best of me when I spot the tell-tale indicators of pleasure. I raise my torso to the air by propping myself up on my elbows, lifting my shoulders and arching my back, and my gaze wanders below the belt. His exposed dick is being expertly lubricated with the hand I was accosting before. He moves closer to me on the couch and prods the crevice of my ass with the crown of his shaft. "Nngn, I want to come on it."
I desire nothing more than to feel his massive cock, just as he wants to feel my body, and I readily oblige. My face rubs across the already ruined throw pillow tucked against the couch arm. I immediately slipped my boxers to my thighs and then shut them just as hurriedly. Axel is mystified, but with one objective in mind, he ambles up to my hips and mounts me with his long limbs. I reach behind me and direct Axel's cock between my upper thighs, allowing his sinuous shape to fall forward and connect with the meat of my ass.
"What are you…" His extensive length jerks forward in an experimental manner. I did not want to explain anything to him; I wanted my body to do the communicating.
I toss my ass against him and rock my hips back and forth. My dick had returned to a half hard state. The pace is firm and listless as we slowly roll our hips against one another. I can sense his gentle panting on the backside of my neck. With each huff of air, he drags from his expanding lungs, his breaths produce a damp patch that chills my flesh. The now echoing breathy moans, along with the sloppy beating of our cocks, make this venture feel far more intimate than it had beforehand. My cheeks are igniting, and I keep an attentive eye on Axel. His curvaceous figure was like a million-dollar art piece. The redhead is just my type. He towers above me, his muscles agile and flinching, superbly toned and not overly bulky, but enough to demonstrate power when engaged in vigorous exertion; like a swimmer or a track star. And I am whining over wanting to see, feel, and taste more of him.
"Your dick…it's so big…it's rubbing my belly button—ahh!" Premised on the noises, his dreamy eyes shift from my ass to my own hazy blue ones. His pelvis rises and falls in a much more virulent manner, as if something in him cracked, and I bite my lip from utter delight. My gut is playing hopscotch with the rapid back and forth of his shaft swiping along my own straining cock. I stretch my arm around, face squishing in the pillow, and spread my cheek wider for him as he continues his ruthless copulating between the muscles of my thighs. "Spit on it, Ax." I mutter breathily, and his attention, which had been fixed on my facial features, returns to the hole he had been admiring over an hour ago.
"Damn it…that's dirty, Roxy." He stills his motions, and I wag my hips in need. I can tell Axel is perplexed, yet his head sways forward, his brows knitted in composition. When I witness him leisurely sweep his tongue across his bottom lip before puckering them, my asshole squirms. I quake as saliva streams from his wet lips onto my keen hole. For added effect, he lets his chiseled jaw drop wide, opens his mouth, and lets his tongue hang, allowing the residual drool he had gathered to cascade onto the obscene flesh provided to him.
"Mhmn, I like it dirty." As I feel the cool liquid trickle along my favorite region, my pitch evolves.
"Rox…" I can only see his bust from atop my shoulder, and he appears just as absolutely enthralled as he did earlier when my fingers crept their way into my entrance. "What do you think…you're doing?"
"I prefer…hah, oh yes…" When the pleasure of my ass being penetrated combines with the thrill of his hefty cock sandwiching my own against my flinching sticky core, I scramble to resume my statement."…to come with my ass."
His teeth bare down in an attempt to conceal an anguished moan. I thrust my fingers at the same pace as his sudden rutting and my entire body arches into the blend of pleasure. I watch as his muscles flex with his movements. His eyes are flittering about my face then my spine, and down to the ludicrous actions of my fingers. I do not bother to hide my euphoria and moan freely this time around. I sound needy and whiny but based off his reaction he is engrossed with it. He is worshiping all of me, with his hands and admiration. I want nothing more than for him to slip inside of me, replacing my fingers with his very own cock. And my body trembles with the idea. I reach for the spot that will erupt a firecracker of delight into me and I continue to watch him defile my form, pretending it was his own length that was plunging deep into my core.
"Ohhh my-ahgn-God! It looks like you're fucking meee~" I mewl, and his lower lip is captured by his incisors, his jaw flexes and his head tilts for the sky as he growls. The sound reverberates through my body, and I feel the familiar pull of my lower abdomen warning me that I was close to another blissful emission. It is becoming damn near impossible to maintain any lucid contact with the handsome red head as I admit subconsciously, "Exactly like my fantasies…it's gonna make me—" Axel's head jerks forward, his gaze locks on the mess that is my lips and then he chuckles.
"Oh? You fantasize about me?" His pace does not waver, and I know he can feel the signs of my impending orgasm. He looks ethereal, sweat dripping down his collar, palms latched onto my hips and the head of the couch. The structure of his hips so narrow and strong that I find myself spellbound by all of him. His body, his smell, his voice. He is pure delight, pure biological perfection and the idea of him ever being a prude or to prissy to possibly involve himself in anything sexual flees out the metaphorical window. Because in this moment it was not me proving anything, but instead the red head was attesting that he was the perfect sexual being. Axel watches as my rim devours the appendages messily and he releases a delicious moan. Axel's expression is painted with the most evident marks of thirst. My insides writhe in desperation, and my cock winces against considerably larger one below. His concentration swings from my convulsing asshole to my eyes. The green is vivid, the afternoon sun illuminating them like some kind of carnal beast, and I can't resist holding my orgasm in any longer.
"Oh yes, you're so hot! Gonna come…I'm gonna, fuck!" I exclaim, my mind is in idle, lost in the sensations of the red head. Right now my sole purpose was to be a toy for him and that I could not dare complain about. My legs curl to hug his gyrating hips, my soles plant on the breadth of his back as I come into the pillow once more. With my body trembling, my leaking cock slickens his own twitching member. Shortly after, with his body jerking against my own, hot liquid saturates my stomach.
"F—" He sighs and then whimpers, "So hot, Roxy." And then I feel him wince.
Axel immediately rectifies his garments and then paces away. He settles into the recliner and stares out the window at the autumnal foliage. For a time, we remain in silence before Axel clears his throat.
"Want to play a game?" He leans forward and points at the controller on the table.
"Oh? Not gonna run off this time around?" I say while handing it to him.
"I'm still here, aren't I?"
"I figured my parents might be holding you here at gun point. What do you want to play?" I say while dragging my briefs back to my waist.
"Mario Kart?" He suggests, ignoring the comment about my parents. I decide it is best to do the same.
"You're on, pal."
It is peculiar how things have turned out. Everything that has transpired feels like a cruel stroke of fate. For the previous month we did not want anything to do with each other. He made it abundantly obvious that he was just aiming to keep me out of trouble. He had not cared to tutor me; he wanted to maintain me at arm's length. Despite this, we had the most visceral, raunchy foreplay with each other. He transformed me into a form of sex fiend. Perhaps it was because he was a challenge, but I was compelled to him from the minute he simply walked into my place. It all began from the touch of my foot to the heel of his shoe. No one could have anticipated it escalating to anything as surreal as him groping me. I always assumed he would sooner dig trenches in a scorching desert than have sexual contact with a man. I am a little perplexed, and moreover ecstatic. Finding myself looking forward to spending more time with him and exploring more of his body. I am losing the game once again and allow my disappointment to surface.
"Rox?" His voice is barely above a whisper, and it was hard to catch around my frustrated cries at the screen.
"Fuck...what's up?" I sigh as I manage to complete the circuit in second place.
"When things are normal like this, I like it. I miss being this at ease with you." He admits I gag on my spit at his words. "We should stop touching each other, though. It's too foreign. And wrong, and—"
"Complicated?" I broke him off mid-sentence. He had the temerity to ask this of me after molding to my whims like putty.
"That is one way to phrase it. I consider it best that we…move on and forget about this." For once, his tone hasn't taken on a paternal tone, and I am left evaluating his comments. I try not to think about his commentary with as much hatred as I can manage.
"That feels impossible. Particularly after today." The following race looks to be my triumph. I chalk it up to his concerns diverting him astray from his typical skill.
"I have no idea why I accosted you after the party. I am not going to make any excuses about it either. But things spiraled out of control today. And these kinds of actions make me feel uneasy." He halted the game without acknowledging my victory, which made me realize how important this was to him. I shift my gaze from the television to him, and his brow furrows. He continues, "But I appreciate the way this moment feels. So, can we stick to something easier like this?"
My body is being held captive by the weight of his stare. I can see the remorse and uncertainty etched across his expressions as clear as day. And his guilt drives me back in my seat. I started the day, no, the weekend, thinking about the same thing. I never contemplated rekindling my friendship with him. To be honest, I am not sure we will ever be able to return to the way things were when we were smaller. The absence of standards and obligations paved the way for an effortless friendship. Even today, there were far too many teeming noxious sensations. We had a rather disconcerting hiccup, and I do not believe that things will always be as straightforward as they are now. But with that glossy finish in his irises, the grief engulfs over me and causes me to cave into his sentiments.
"Sure thing. It's already forgotten." His eyes soften and his lips form an endearing grin, and the shame I was feeling fades into the recesses of my consciousness. "I can't see any harm in it."
"It beats the silence." He resumes the game on the screen with a cheeky laugh.
"And the arguing." I say, grinning.
"Ha-ha, yes, that as well." He is already rushing into first place, and I find myself cursing.
"I still kind of hate you though." I confess to him, and I notice him coughing on the seat across from me, which I think is due to surprise.
"No one has ever said that to me before." He sounds mildly concerned and it has me chuckling.
"Why? Because you are so perfect?" I smirk at the television. I mean, he was impeccable. Compared to him, I am next to nothing. The preacher's son, precious Axe; he has been a vegetarian since third grade, has only had one meaningful relationship, a perfect GPA, and is currently studying law. He was faultless. That is what I used to believe, at least. I view him in a different light now. He is no longer a conservative man in my mind's eye. He has proven it twice already, using methods that a virgin would never employ. Hell, he was also familiar with a few drinking games. "Of course, you're such a people pleaser."
"I prefer the term charming." He provides me with a crooked grin.
"Well, if it makes you feel better, I did say I 'kind of' hate you."
"That's fair. But you're also a pretty tough pill to swallow sometimes." He laughs, and his character on the screen slows down, allowing me to move into first position, only to be hit with the blue shell meant for himself.
"Hey man - that's cheating!" My hand shoots out towards the screen.
"Looks like I'm still better than you." He is laughing so hard that the sound is resonating around the room.
"Ugh…I really hate you." I grumble, completely ignoring the heat in my cheeks and the pulse beating through my veins.
AN: Oh nooo~ we were finally getting somewhere good! The true tease in this story is Axel, let's not get it twisted. D: