The blond is officially an issue. He's everywhere and Axel keeps looking for some kind of sign that he's been acknowledged, but Clyde, God he hates that stupid fake name, is a bastard.
The date he left in big sharpie letters on Clyde's apartment door is today and the time is tonight and the place is the bar that Auron runs in town and Axel has no idea if the blond is going to show or not. He tries to go up and talk to the sneaky little fucker, but a group of other students completely gets in his way.
"Fuck, Tidus, move your ass!"
"What about my ass, Axel?"
"Ugh, Wakka, your faggot is oozing queer all over me!"
"What was that about a faggot, Axel?"
"Shut up and get out of my way!"
By the time he pushes through them and dodges Selphie, he's lost his target.
x
Axel almost doesn't go down to the club. It's called Over Drive and he's told the stodgy old bastard that the name is ridiculous, but that was the time that Auron stabbed him with the cutting knife, still dripping with vegetable juices.
For some indiscernible reason he goes anyway, fully prepared to be stood up but when he arrives…The blond is there, casually having a drink at the bar. He looks hot and Axel tries not to jump his bones.
One way or another he sidles over with some kind of confident air, even though those blue eyes completely fucking disarm him. It's like being five and powerlessly watching Bambi's mom die all over again.
"I didn't think you would show up."
"I didn't think I would show up either," Clyde responds. "What were you smoking? You wrote on my door with a sharpie."
"Uh," and Axel fumbles again. "I wanted to make sure you saw it."
"You're buying the paint."
Axel feels a smirk pull at his lips. "I'll come over and paint it and everything."
"Tcch," the blond sneers, tilting his head back and downing the contents of his glass. Axel beams at Auron and asks for whatever the kid is having and he ends up with a glass of gin and he's impressed. Though, like the Quaaludes…the mouthful of junipers seems to be just Clyde's speed. Shit, that pun isn't funny.
"Well, I'm just flattered you looked past the little incident with the marker and came anyway," Axel soothes, moving in closer.
"And the incident at the party. Do you realize you vomit in your sleep?" says the blond, bemusement painted all across his face, it's almost a defined shape, like the teardrop tattoos Axel has on his cheeks.
Though, they don't often convey his emotions accurately. What he's actual feeling is horny and amused and a little bit drunk after downing the whole glass of gin. He can feel the fucking burn in his throat.
"Do you realize this is the most we've spoken, in any of our encounters?" he returns and slides ever closer. It looks like 'Clyde' is getting friendlier as well, so Axel decides to go for it. "What's your name?" It's low and sultry, tones carried under the beat of the music. He watches the blonde's long, Bambi eyelashes flutter and…Auron slams another pair of drinks down onto the counter, causing them both to jump.
Those blue eyes seem almost guilty, but he smiles lazily at Axel and says, "Clyde."
"You're too hot for such a gay name," Axel protests, the redhead reaches out, trying to reclaim the simmering sexual tension that he'd had a second before and Clyde leaves the stool, slipping out of his reach.
"Sorry you don't like my name, Asshole."
"It isn't really your name," Axel grumbles, following after his date onto the dance floor.
He's surprised at how nimble the blond is, considering they've both had a glass and a half of gin. Axel looks at the other man critically and determines that, due to his tiny size, he should be a lightweight. But Clyde's face isn't red, his speech is unimpeded, and his steps are sure.
His body is a sinuous thing that slips away every time Axel actually tries to touch him and he wonders, what has he done to be tortured like this? They spend literal hours like that, dancing like every other couple except Clyde slips away to someone else if Axel doesn't keep his hands to himself. The club fills, slowly but surely, until it's as bustling as any other place in town.
More bodies get pressed in on one another and it gets hot, Axel heads back to the drinks, which he knows Auron will have saved for them. As he slinks towards his spot at the bar, he sees the drinks and someone lacing the one set to the left, Clyde's. Axel looks for Auron, but the bartender has been drawn away by a large party just come in.
Axel goes forward to beat the shit out of the guy, but he dissolves into the crowd and suddenly his blond is at his side reaching for his glass.
"Someone slipped something in there."
One fair eyebrow rises, eyeing the glass. "What do you think it was?"
"I'd guess ecstasy."
The blond grins and drinks it. "All right then," he announces gamely.
Axel is too pleased to be stunned. He's beginning to understand just what it is about Clyde that he likes. He's damn straightforward and, after the drug gets into his system, his body presses even closer than before. Axel doesn't even bother trying to keep the man from feeling the erection throbbing between his legs. The redhead doesn't bother quieting his panting, because the blond is panting louder and smiling and his face has finally flushed and his eyes are bright and he's so gorgeous when he's high…
Clyde turns around, pressing them front-to-front and sighs. "Axel."
"Yeah?"
"You were right."
"About what?"
"My drink."
"Oh." Axel's trying not to leer, but he's leering.
"Take me home."
Augh, disappointment! "Ah, sure…"
They worm their way through the crowd. Axel gives Auron a salute, mentions his tab and escapes before the old man can throw a knife at him. They get out onto the street and as they're walking, he feels a hand slide into his own. He looks down at his date in surprise.
"You're the type to keep condoms in your wallet, right?" Clyde wonders drolly.
"Gah," says Axel, because, no, he doesn't. They walk in silence again and they're nearly at the blonde's apartment, and their hands are still linked and…Axel really wants to get laid and not by just anyone.
"You know, if you don't, we can still fuck," Clyde stares up at him with those eyes that should be on the most beautiful girl in the world, but there was some kind of mix-up and they got stuck on this guy. "I didn't drink that for no reason."
"And here I was getting the distinct impression that you didn't like me."
They're in the elevator and Clyde is pulling off his clothes. Axel considers stopping him, but doesn't.
"Shut up. Touch me."
The elevator doors open and Axel steers him towards his apartment. They get inside, on the couch and Axel wonders if it was this hot the first time. He has several rounds and several locations throughout the apartment to ponder.
x
This is the third time Axel has woken up in this bed. As he sits up, he deftly avoids the maddening slot of sunshine left unblocked by the maroon curtains. The blond is still asleep beside him, his small body presses seamlessly to his own and their skin is warm and sticky and…Axel grins wide. He stoops low and tongues the delicate flesh behind Clyde's ear. He thinks of him as 'the blond' in his head and absolutely refuses to call him 'Clyde' with his voice, because it's a fucking stupid name and some day, he swears, he'll get the real one. Meanwhile, Clyde stirs and stares up at him with smiling blue eyes.
"Breakfast?"
"Cocaine?"
"That too."
"Sex?"
"Greedy."
"Hmm?"
"Oh."
x
Axel's nose is tingling and he's less unsure with his captivating little blond and he feels more alert, but he still half-misses what he says.
"So, when should we go out again?"
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