We are getting there. I am slowly chipping away at this purely self indulgent story. I thrive off back story. This chapter is 200 words away from being 11k and I weep. Saucy bits are of one-on-one time with Rox, and an included surprise. Friendly reminder, that Rox is a hoe. And I don't slut shame. Enjoy~
Chapter 6:
"What's the deal with you?" Axel queries, pocketing his smartphone and directing his stance towards me.
"I'm not sure what you're asking." As I collect my own abandoned garments, my lips strain into a meager smile. For the sake of respect, Riku left, and I stooped to hiding behind the discarded bed cover.
"You lied to me." His tone was laden with contempt, and I put on my clothing passively, battling with my wits to refrain from ruminating on the heinousness of the fiasco.
"I don't see how." When I reply, I do not consider turning to confront him. My resolve to tread gently with Axel is fraying. I am trying not to get entangled in his remarks since it would jeopardize my current state of tranquility.
"You told me you were going to bed." His footsteps cross the threshold and creep up beside me. The sharpness of Axel's grip ignites warmth into my bicep, and I am pulled to focus my attention on the invader. His gaze was fastened on me. I look more closely and discover the swarm of troubling emotions he is repressing. My former resolutions were more than flimsy now, and I could not stop the surge of mischief swelling up inside of me.
"Well, we chose the floor." I quip, grinning up at him.
"I'm not here for your semantics, Roxas." He clenches his jaw, and I cannot help but snicker at how frail his normally unshakeable patience is.
"But…you are here. On your own time and volition; you chose to watch over me." I brush his palm away from my arm. I slip on my ivory night shirt and dust off the remnants of the carpeting.
"I have a responsibility, Roxas. And believe it or not I still care about your well-being." My heart wrenched as his voice quieted at the end of his confession.
"Riku wasn't harming me or my 'well-being'." Gazing out the window, the skin of my cheeks tug as I frown. I was concerned that I had entirely lost another companion. My stomach is sinking at the idea. Riku joins Axel and Hayner in my drifting friendships. It was not just the intimacy I was missing, but also the closeness of those who had abandoned me throughout the years, even if they were for various reasons.
"Screwing around isn't the way to find yourself in a better position either." His voice is straining on the border of a temper tantrum. He knows by now that I wield all the chips in this discussion, not him. My acts are motivated by my happiness; his are motivated by the contentment of others. We are no longer one and the same. I shut my eyes and want nothing more than to be undisturbed. It is ironic, because I dragged Riku in for the exact opposite reason.
"I'd say I was in the best position, that is…before you stepped in." Keeping with the present theme of 'childish Roxas,' I conceal my despair and bite out my reply.
"Oh? Bending over your bedroom floor-getting violated was your way of improving your grades? Was that what that was?"
"Mhm, I was studying. He was helping me with anatomy." After what feels like an eternity, I shift my focus to my immediate opponent and confront his irritable disposition. He appears to be grasping at straws, unable to come up with a reasonable argument.
He would have cursed me out or punched me if he had a harder bone in his body and far less mercy. His patience for me has been dwindling. Transferring his weight from one knee to the other, arms crossed, fists curled over each bicep, his mouth was fluttering like a fish as he considered his next action. His lashes closed, shielding the anger that morphed into something resembling humorousness for a split second. I put on a sweet grin for his amusement.
Oh? You found that funny?
"Cute—real cute, Roxas," His resentment had subsided, "You know what I meant." I am sure he is sick of debating with me. He was nervously rubbing his neck, and the grimace on his face indicated that he was no longer concerned, but rather uncomfortable becoming my audience.
"Well, no need to worry your pretty head off, you won't be seeing him in here again." I got into bed, sleepy and praying he would leave me alone, pulling at my disheveled duvet. It comes as no surprise that I find no consolation in his company. But not because he stole something precious with Riku, but because I have thought of him more than twice now as I entered nirvana.
"I see." His mouth shifts, giving him a timid, contrite appearance. It was shortly replaced by a graver one.
"Yup." I plead to my ancestors above that Axel could see I was no longer invested in this conversation. Sitting up in bed, staring at someone so enormous and towering in the midst of my room, I feel like a child. He had matured a lot in the past three years. Axel's restlessness comes to a halt, and he massages the back of his neck. His eyelids flicker, his tongue glides along his teeth, and his mouth cocks to the side in displeasure.
"Good. Maybe you'll actually focus for once, hmm?"
"Roxas!" My mother's shrill voice echoes through the tiled bathroom and my arm jerks, causing me to nearly gag on my toothbrush. She crosses the doorway and I half expect to see steam blasting from her ears. She extends her elbow, and her palm is cupped, in it is a dingy ashen piece of parchment that reeks of the night passed. "What in creation is this?"
"Oh!" I am startled, the toothpaste travels from my inner lip down my chin. I use my sleeve on my shirt to wipe it away, buying some time to sort out a believable lie, but Friday's left me tired and speechless from the weeks trials and my wit eluded me. Instead, I meekly say, "Umm, I don't know- It's not mine!"
Classic. I could get away with that if I were perhaps 10 years younger.
"Roxas, I'm going to beg you not to lie to your mother, or I'll have to notify the church." The drug is tucked against the lines in her palm as she waves it around exaggeratingly, then a very pungent smell wafts through the small space. Her face winces, in an act to show her distaste for a smell that was too putrid for her senses.
"Mom, it's something to help me sleep. I'm just so stress—"
"You would be less anxious if you didn't shut out the people who are attempting to help you." She struts to the toilet and drops the burned joint into the bowl. The space is now rumbling with the commotion of her prompt flush. Drowning the abomination out of the house, when the plumbing settles, she continues, "Stop attempting to tackle everything on your own and accept the assistance of Axel. Eventually, I will find alternative ways to punish you for your negative behavior. You understand me, young man? And if I find another…pot cigarette in your room, you'll never be allowed to unwind under my roof again. Promise me you'll never do it again, Roxas." Dusting off the remaining debris, she swipes at the apron adorning her waist, and then instantly places her knuckles on her hips as her gaze chisels its way into my soul.
"I promise, Mom. Can I finish getting ready, please? I'll be late…" I turn on my heel and splash my face with chilled water. She sighs, and her hand pats my shoulder as she exits the small area, returning herself to the kitchen.
I dress into my previous attire after departing the brisk shower provided by the gracious school changing room. My damp skin is clinging to the plaid button shirt and grey joggers. I only had a few minutes until the bell rang for the following class period. I slap my locker shut and spin the padlock's knob. My grip drapes my denim jacket around my waist and secures it with a knot. I completed the appearance, slipping on my matte black high tops. Axel had no justification, in my opinion, to judge my life so closely.
He's a glorified babysitter.
That did not make him the grand juror of my private life. He cannot claim the last word on what I did or did not do in my spare time. If my grades improve and my parents are pleased, he should refrain from prying into my personal affairs.
Why should his opinions matter? He gave up that privilege when he abandoned our friendship years ago.
I finished applying antiperspirant and cologne while reflecting on my time with Riku. Fortunately, he has not ignored me throughout the last two days. Instead, we conducted ourselves casually. Riku wandered with me to a few lectures, but he abandoned my side to join Sora whenever he could. I normally thought it was charming, but when I saw them both together, I got a strange sensation in my chest. I told myself that I was just depressed because Riku and I had discontinued being friends with benefits.
I had lost my childhood friends, but Riku had his own beside him every day. But Riku and I felt more connected when we were swapping bodily fluids. Even if there were no romantic sentiments involved, it meant something quite special compared to the people with whom he frequently spent his time around. That was snatched away the moment Axel laid sight on Riku and I a couple nights ago, and now I find I would be easily satisfied for the simple intimacy he has with Sora and Kairi. I throw my backpack over my shoulder and place the following units' books beside me. My body jerks in response to the loud, booming voice on my left.
"Hey there, Blondie," The bully howls through the locker room, "I know your secret!"
"What the hell do you want now, Seifer?" I come to a standstill in front of the moron, whose sole purpose in existence is to sabotage any semblance of satisfaction in my day.
"I said…" He begins, his tone sly and his body just as mischievous. "…I know your secret." He is leaning against the exit wall, his arms folded in stoic victory, verbally trapping me. His brazen petulance gives me a sense of seniority.
"Okay, I'll bite—what secret, Seify?" To abstain from grinning like an idiot, I rest my free hand on my hip and pinch my bottom lip with my teeth.
"It's about Coach." He pulls himself away from the wall, evidently impatient by my callous disdain for his baiting. "You really want to know now, right? Of course, you do, since both of you are involved and what-not." He circles about my body like a beast on the prowl, growing closer with each passing second, calculating his impending strike, and my nostrils are filled with a strong musky fragrance. To my surprise, it was a delicious scent. Though, I would never vocally admit it.
"You're a liar." I hiss. The insinuating intonation in his voice has me no longer interested in providing the blonde with his daily dosage of amusement.
"It's true. And there is no point denying it. I even caught this beauty a few weeks ago." His chest leans against the empty plane of my shoulder blades, and his temperature cloaks me, violating my personal space and making my thoughts whirl. His arms wrapped loosely over my collar, not choking me for once. The screen of his phone is directly in my face, and after my sight adapts, I can see a clear snapshot of Luxord and me romping on his work desk. As a surge of terror sweeps through my body, my fingers flex. I restrain myself from dropping my books to the tiles below.
"As you know, I'm taking photography class, and the instructor thinks I'm fantastic at capturing photos. What are your thoughts on this?" My skin prickles as his mouth hovers near to my ear. His fingers jostle the smartphone in front of me, as if he were displaying a trophy.
"My initial thought is that you're a pig. My second thought is that you're a walking—fucking—cliché." My shoulders bristle as I scowl and shove free of his clutches. I spin around to face him but avoid the glare in his ocean blue eyeballs by peering into the beige steel lockers behind him. "What exactly do you need from me?"
"Oh? Look who's become obedient! Rox, I like this look on you. It's adorable."
"Bite me." My eyes snap to him, and I return his stare vehemently. I am fuming with aggravation and despair from the prior month.
"Is that what you're into? I'll ask Luxord. Can I call him that? It's safe to assume you both are on a first name basis." His lips curl into a devious smile, and I nearly gag.
"Spit. It. Out." I snarl at him, feeling untamed and feral, ready to rip out his jugular to humble the cocky blonde. He licks his lips, and his manner instantly changes. His forearm flexes as his palm returns his smartphone to his cargo pockets. In the approach of a well-trained brawler, he rolls up his black long sleeves, but the swagger in his movements ahead of me suggests no foul play. His hand rises to cup the back of my neck, tickling my baby hairs. He presses our foreheads together, cushioned by his grey beanie, and peers me in the eyes.
"I want the same special treatment. I wanna try you out. And if you don't agree—"
"Sure." I respond before he even finishes his sentence. His posture alone convinces me that he wasn't willing to fight or disclose his proof without compensation. I had a peculiar feeling in my bones that longed for someone to sleep with, and the tingle in my belly warned me that if he had not offered, I would have beaten him to it. My physiology is unusual in that way. When agitated, every reasonable person would prefer to throw a punch. When I am offended, my body desires a different type of aggressiveness. The recognition is transient, and I try not to think overly about it. Instead, I give in to this peculiar desire every time.
"—I'll be forced to...wait—what?" He rambled on until he stumbled on my interruption.
"I said 'sure', dumbass. You're not quite worth rejecting…tell me, if I had refused would you have blackmailed me?" It feels like the theme for the month is 'blackmail Roxas.'
'…I recommend that you learn to respect both your parents' and my directives. Otherwise, my lips may be as sloppy as your thighs.' First, Axel…and now Seifer.
"That was the plan." He cracks a silly grin. I put some distance between us by backing up to the massive dual doors.
"Grow up!" I dash away, leaving the area perplexed by my willingness to surrender to him and my body's strange attraction to his brutish nature.
If you can't beat 'em, fuck 'em…that's one phrase completely botched forever.
"Wait! Does that mean you won't or can we just—" Seifer comes barreling out behind me.
"Give me something to make it worthwhile." My steps bring me back in front of him. His smell was delightful, and I brushed my fingertips across the exposed bit of his clavicle prior to continuing, "Besides, I'm not an imbecile and you made it obvious that doing things here was a big, fat mistake."
"Something worthwhile, huh? My buddy is hosting a Halloween party tonight, wanna come?" His palm grips mine, and his grumpy, pampered blonde bully persona transforms into that of a teenage girl being invited out to prom.
"Only if some of my friends can join me." I yank away from his touch and wipe the perspiration on my pants.
"Not the pity posse…dude I can't—" He whines out as his head rolls back pathetically.
"Not them. I have friends outside this hell hole, dude." I would like to end this chat before his mouth destroys whatever kind of desire he was exuding earlier. I stride to the gymnasium doors, and Seifer follows close after.
"Okay. Sure, why not?" His tone is optimistic, and I smirk to myself as I open the swinging doors with my free
arm.
"Text me the details." I wave him off as I go to the right side of the hall, while he heads to the left.
"It's a date then!" He bellows along the corridor, tinged with a spirited laugh.
"Oh no-no-no! Not in the least, pal!" I shout back, without bothering to turn around and address him. It may have been a figure of speech or a joke, but I felt inclined to clear up any uncertainty as early as possible.
Axel is reclining across from me on the couch, reading a book. The television has infiltrated the lovely silence in which Axel, and I are immersed. I am idly messaging Wakka and Tidus about tonight's soiree and simultaneously declining Xion's pleas to join her for the evening. Axel's breathing beside me is deep and placid. It is bizarre to see him this relaxed since he always appeared strained whenever he was in my company.
"Hey, Axel?" I spoke out, interested to see whether he would reply, especially following all our squabbles.
"Hmn?" He hums, his focus locked on the page.
"Listen, it's Friday, and I've been constantly working on my schoolwork. I'd really like to decompress. Is it all right with you?" He expects me to remain in my chamber at this hour, but rather I fetch the controller for my game console. I was not sure whether my penance included no video games, but I opted to test the tides with the current house commandant.
"It is your domain, Roxas. And, ultimately, it's your future, not mine. Go right ahead." He answered by waiving his hand as if it were no big deal that I was still in his personal bubble. His dark brows crease and he closes his novel and places it on the table near him before softly requesting me to entertain him. His eyes remain riveted on mine, and the intensity in his intonation has me blinking at him, until I notice his palm extending towards the controller in my grip.
"Want to play co-op? Right now, I'm not in the correct mindset to read. My head isn't comprehending the sentences as well as it should." He recommends. I roll my shoulders to release the cords held captive and release a trapped breath. I present the other controller to him, and our fingertips lightly brush against one other as the thick plastic passes from my palm into his grip. My flesh prickles and the follicles on my forearm rise at awareness from the soft contact.
"Okay, but I get to be first player and we are playing on horizonal screen only. No objections—or tough titties." I scowl at him comically.
The green in his eyes brighten with enthusiasm, and he lets out a mellifluous whistle before mumbling, "How vulgar." Shaking his head side to side he loosens the weeks' worth of tension with a guttural laugh. He makes his pick on the hub while staring at the screen with resolve. "I have no objections; anything is preferable to lying here like a sack of potatoes." He adds.
I transfer my concentration to the game he chose instead of his endearing propensity to warp all emotions in the room with a single glance or grin. Axel was exactly as good as he had been when we were kids. He admits that he spends his regular free time playing video games. Although his current social circle is full of die-hard gamers, he does not find playing against them very rewarding. He concedes that he is grappling with some of his studies and wishes he picked a more uncomplicated degree.
We were both surprised by my stomach rumbling because we were exclusively focused on playing catch up. Axel orders pizza from our favorite eatery, and I enjoy a meaty slice while Axel eats a strange dish devoid of any meat or dairy. After supper, we reconnect on anecdotes from the previous three years and even recount some shared memories from that timeframe. While we engaged, the game on the TV was completely tuned out. I nearly forgot about my invite from Seifer, and Axel offers one last round before doing some mild studying.
This time, I intend to bring my A-game, remaining silent and concentrating like an expert. Axel joins in on my determination, and the uncanny ambiance causes me to steal glimpses at him. My focus is diverted completely after just one glance. His feet rest on the hardwood tabletop placed in front of him. His pants were roomy at the ankles but snug over his sculpted thighs. The air begins to warm up, and my character dies as a result of my blatant neglect. However, my vision was hooked in him, like a hapless moth inexorably entangled in a spider's shrewd web. Axel's pecs were pressed tight against his black cotton shirt, and I could see his breathing intensify as his fingers tuned the joystick with finesse. His forearms contracted, and his biceps slightly swelled. My breathing is short and heavy, and I resort to turning away from his flawless beauty. My mind races with parallels to Seifer, my newest conquest. There are notable distinctions between the two. Despite having a large scar from a motorbike accident permanently painted over the bridge of his nose, Seifer possessed ruggedly attractive features. He had narrower lips than Axel, and his nose was smaller but fanned wider. His complexion was somewhat sun-kissed, and while being considerably shorter, his physique was sturdier than Axel's. He was more comparable in stature to Riku, yet Riku was unquestionably more beautiful than the fresh affair.
"That was entertaining, you're still ridiculously great at this game." I announce, as if I had not been distracted by Axel rather than the first actual bonding moment we have enjoyed in a few years.
"Don't sell yourself short. You've gotten better, just not better than me." He says it casually, a throaty chuckle emerging from his bobbing Adam's apple. He places the controller beside his abandoned novella and brushes his fingers through his barely styled hair. He closes his eyes and leans his head against the cushion behind him. I cough, feeling insecure with the tone in the room, deciding on a rather goofy response to keep things tame between the two of us.
"Bite your tongue, Axel. You'll rue the day you thought you'd always best me!" I boast, shaking the controller in my grasp at him. His head turns to observe my charade, and his bright orbs attach to my smile. He laughs, grinning widely, his pearly teeth mischievously flashing at me ahead of clicking his tongue.
"But do I have to?" He replies this while emitting a deep groan and wearing a false grimace on his face.
"How cheeky." I scrunch my nose at him in faux annoyance, then feign a light yawn. "I'm pretty drained right now. Thank you—for dinner. I'm going to put away my dishes and go upstairs to give my pillow some damn good head." I comment and immaturely wag my brows at him.
"So crass—as expected. 'Night, Roxas." His eyes follow my every step; from the couch - to the kitchen - to the staircase, as if to imply, 'I won't allow you out of my sight.' I felt the usual tug in my belly and the scorching warmth spreading over the base of my neck as I found myself plunging into those maddening green eyes, no matter how much success I had made in the previous several hours of fun, his trust in me still proved empty.
I hurry into the bathroom and close the door so loudly that the whole house shakes. My hands tremor, and I look down at my treacherous dick. I am sporting a complete hard-on, and I thank the Lord that it had not developed a moment sooner. My mind is still preoccupied with all things Axel because of the evening spent relaxing with him. His scent wafting over the sofa, his long hair caressing the peaks of his scapulae. His abs rippling against his shirt, the fabric screaming to be peeled off. I scurry in the space for my 'hand lotion' and consider leaving myself alone till the gathering, where Seifer can tackle the situation for me. I lean back on the counter, my ass against the unforgiving marble. Aware that I do not want my top to get damaged while I am seeking release, I undress myself by raising my arms over my head.
I suppose I already stroked off because of Axel once, so what's another time?
Furthermore, there is no evidence that Seifer will be able to complete the task. In the far reaches of my mind I knew that the evening I spent with my ex-best buddy was too lovely to end in this manner. His mirthful eyes, child-like grins, and swoon-worthy tones were at the forefront of my imagination, urging me to continue.
I quickly unzip my pants and slide the engorged member out of the opening in my boxers. My subconscious begs me not to finish every moment with Axel like this, but I ignore the pleas and wrap my palm around my shaft. Skillfully caressing the swelling red tip, I close my eyes and take a shaky breath out of my nose, attempting to rely on only the sensations to make myself come rather than the man who is innocently seated below me. My mind conjures up dirty imagery of myself with Riku, and my dick spasms and quickly softens due to a fresh sorrow. I knead it back to suppleness and suppress any sentiments involving the silver-haired fellow and instead my imagination chooses to envision Luxord with his solid form draped over my own. The fantasies are effective in making me fuck fist stupid. I thrust into my palm and expel loud gasps of air while forcefully milking my cock. When my thumb grazes the delicate area beneath my head, I faintly whine, and I muffle any more noises by sucking on my lower lip. My pelvis is flicking forward, driving force into my own slippery fist and with a few more lewd pumps, I will be able to rinse this all away. The door brushes up against my ankle, and I curse my dad for WD-40-ing all the door hinges into elusive silence. As I find myself face to face with the redhead from my faraway fancies, my actions still and my heavy breathes try to follow.
"Oh! I'm—I—sorry." Axel's voice is trapped between wonder and shame. When he chuckles at me, one palm is still on the doorknob and the other is bracing himself on the framework. My eyelids flutter before I quickly snarl at him in pure disapproval.
"Is knocking a revolutionary idea for you? Is there any way I may have some privacy with you here?" I inquire and do not withdraw my grip. Instead, for the sake of civility, I maneuver to cover my privates to conceal them. My bottom lip has become puffy and damp. I lick the wetness from them and give him a stern look before shielding my shame by tilting my head to the rafters. The fragrance of his is floating around me, giving away his still unmoving presence in the entry. My dick pulses beneath my hands.
"I know I shouldn't be laughing, but this seems so much more normal. This is a lot easier for me to cope with than stumbling in on you...you know." Axel says soothingly.
"Well, it isn't normal for me!" I spit out partially due to mortification, and another due to frustration. Axel eventually releases his grasp on the housing and shrugs at me, as if nothing is amiss. "Get. Out."
"Okay—okay! As you wish, your highness," He performs a perfect bow in dramatics and then adds, "Call upon this lowly commoner when I am able to utilize the facilities."
"There are other 'facilities' you can use." My cock is still rigid and watching how his physique executes so beautifully with every movement is not making it any better.
"That's fair but being in your parents' restroom feels strange." He rests against the door as though this were a routine occurrence. In some ways, it is, considering this is his third time breaking in on me corrupting myself for sexual pleasure.
"Oh? And this"—I begin hesitantly and release my hidden member, letting it pop forth, moist and quivering for him to continue balking at before declaring—"This isnt fucking strange to you?"
"Nah, this is harmless. Sorry again, I'll leave you to…finish up." He grins, and I look down at his figure as he fully disappears from view. His pants were tighter in his hips, and I am not sure whether it was pure conjecture, but there was definitely an indication of his length pricked out below the belt. I exhale my strain when the door clicks shut. My palms were trembling, and now that he was gone, my dick had become lifeless.
What shit timing.
The Halloween celebration was hosted at a luxurious country estate with iron fences, lush grass and bold colors. It was hidden down a twisting roadway, surrounded by dense woods and vegetation. After saying goodnight to Axel, I exited my window and proceeded to the address given to me by Seifer earlier today. It was a farther distance away from my usual destinations.
I wandered the dirt driveway that led to the wrap-around terrace. Twinkling lights shone violet and golden in the bushes and trees that ringed the house. To provide the idea of a big arachnid lurking close, the foliage is covered with tacky cling webbing. The burnt red siding was well-maintained and polished. I approached the mustard lacquered door, which had been encroached upon by a thick baroque frame and glossy black paintwork that hugged every groove.
I walked right in without knocking or calling my companions. I located my close friend Wakka's flouncy ginger hair and approached him from behind in the kitchen, clasping his bulbous shoulder in welcome. He almost leaps from his own skin in shock and turns to address the offender. His eyes sparkle with ease, and his smile pulls with companionship.
"Hey man! Thanks for the invite! I already got myself started…these guys are rad! I saw the party posted online, but I didn't think I'd get invited!" Wakka shouts over the reverberating music bounding across the open concept structures. He reaches over my shoulders and pulls me beside him as the rest of the gang greets me. I signal a welcoming gesture to the modest group of strangers and immediately recognize Tidus and Seifer among the mixing masses. This eliminated the necessity for introductions. In addition to students who have completed grades k through 12, there were people from both high schools crowded into the home.
"It's no biggie! I wanted to make sure this wasn't some elaborate murder plan, and I assumed I'd need some back-up if it was—hence your invitation!" I yell into his ear, then raise my shoulders in a casual shrug.
"Woah man! You have some hefty trust in me, 'cause when faced with danger, I'm the first to run." He says, his brows raising in mock surprise.
"You're afraid of your own shadow!" I exclaim, laughing at the thought of him fleeing with his tail between his knees. He may be bigger than Tidus and myself, but when there is a threat, he views us like his personal security detail.
"Man, weed makes me paranoid. Alcohol on the other hand…" Wakka speaks into my ear, his breath thick. His olive-colored knuckles grasp a red plastic cup and to my relief, offer it to me.
"Thanks." My lips barely brush the rim of the cup before my wrist is instantly directed away. "The fuck—" I shout, before I can recognize the person orchestrating my movements. The grip guiding the flimsy red plastic away has me quickly spinning, the view of the crowd twirling and my back collides roughly against the nearest wall. I am pinned by Axel's clutches and his green-eyed glare.
"Hunting you down wasn't in the agreement." He hisses into my face, leaning in so that I am eye to eye with my dangerously smoldering babysitter.
"Hey, welcome to the party! Wait, how'd you get an invite?" I am beaming at him, playing innocent, even though I was caught red-handed sneaking out under his closely watchful eyes. My arms are pressed against the wall, and I cannot help but giggle at the obviously suggestive position he has put us in. My cup sloshed onto my fingers, drizzling onto his pallid skin, which was encircling my ulna and radius with an uncouth amount of intensity.
"I know people outside the church. I am a college student after all." His teeth are clenched, and his eyes ignite with fierce purpose.
"Then by all means, kindly remove your hands and move along, go find your buddies." I sneer and flop my free hand in a wave, attempting to shoo him along. He traps my stare, eagerly glaring, imprisoning any of my dirty thoughts into a metaphorical gutter. I rise onto my toes and my pink tongue wiggles slightly from my parted lips, meeting with the point of his nose and skimming across it playfully. He pulls away from me hastily, freeing me in the act. He raises his collar to wipe the dampness off his nose, and then to wipe at the spilled liquid that decorates his previously offending mitt. Tidus and Wakka are hovering behind us, looking on with perplexed faces. It was impossible to hear anything that was not within a few feet of you. But they were prepared to pounce on Axel if things went sour.
"You and I are leaving, Roxas." Axel declares while hardening his stance. His fists were locked at his sides, and his shirt was wrinkled from his prior actions.
Well, where did the relaxed and friendly Axel from earlier go?
The entire group around the table was now watching, and I was feeling a little uneasy about Axel's secret motive for being here. I take a step forward and yank him to the neighboring room. The dining area was unoccupied making it an ideal spot to hide from curious eyes and ears.
"You're embarrassing me, dude. I'm not some kid." I grumble. I run my fingers over the blonde hairs that dangle directly in front of my eyes. The cup I was holding was nearly empty, having spilled due to Axel's mishandling just minutes before.
"You're also not of drinking age." He puts it plainly and I was about to finish the last few swigs of my drink when Axel's palm swiftly reaches out and covers the top.
"Hey—"
"Don't even think about it. Did you assume I came here to party with you? I'm taking you home." His tone, like his entire demeanor, was harsh. He yanks the drink from my hand, and I resist the urge to kick my feet like a youngster being pulled away from his favorite playground.
"Over my dead body!" I make a move in his direction and try to pry my cup from his hold. He elevates it leisurely above my head, as if I were a child, and I lament his height beneath my breath.
"Stop being so melodramatic." He purrs, and his emerald orbs cartwheel below his eyelids in a snarky display of mirth.
"Axel, I was looking forward to having some fun! I've been locked up for weeks, doing nothing except studying and sleeping. I've got cabin fever, and I'm going to blow up sooner or later—absolutely implode—and it's your fault if I do. Come on! It's a Halloween party, lighten up and live a little." I verbally assault him with the frustration I have been harboring for weeks. Hopefully, I will be able to appeal to his tender side. He had just showed me this facet a few hours before.
"I don't see a lot of costumes or sweets."
"Excellent deduction, Axel!" I abandon my attempt to reclaim my cup and instead surrender a pout that used to have Axel falling over himself. I continue, "Obviously, it's because we're not twelve years old! We had a good time earlier— can we just concentrate on that and unwind a little while we're still young enough?"
My body feels tight, and my hands are hidden in my pockets to conceal their shaking in front of the towering presence before me. I can see his thoughts dancing across his irises as I peer into them. It is as if the look I offered him was holding him at gunpoint. I was ready to grovel once more when he took one deep inhalation. He deposits the cup on the table next to him and skims his palm across the base of his neck before succumbing to me, exactly like he used to.
"Have it your way then—but only for tonight. Lord knows, I'm not going to be a nag and remind you that you're grounded."
"Yet, you did it anyways." I chided him, but he can see the relief written on my face. "Come on, meet my friends."
"Given that I'll be by your side the entire night, that would be a nice place to start." He determines, and I grip his wrist and lead him to the area we were previously in.
As we reach the kitchen, Seifer and his crew start spreading out more goodies. I opt to bypass Seifer for the time being and make a beeline towards the corner where some of my two favorite people are parked. When I joined them, I let go of Axel.
"Axel, these are my friends—Wakka and Tidus." I point to the corresponding ginger and sandy blonde.
"Welcome to the festivities." Seifer exclaims, weaseling his way into our private meeting from behind. His eyes were scrutinizing the fiery-haired Adonis beside me.
"That would be Seifer." I say drolly, lifting and flattening my palm in a quick sweep of the other blonde in the area.
"Any soda on that table?" Axel quickly asks.
"Nah, but there is juice, for chaser's ya know?" Tidus says oblivious to Axel's sober inclinations.
I watch as he wanders to the makeshift bar and pours himself a virgin drink. We were near the little table set in the kitchenette, and the area was just big enough for our group. I survey the home, watching as some partygoers float in and out of the enormous living room, glistening in beautiful colors and looking for more booze to fuel their dancing. Axel is intrigued by a tiny girl costumed as Tinker Bell and finds himself delved in some sort of conversation with her.
Well, look at that. There are some costumes here after all.
I dash over to the bar and prepare myself a cup of Hennessey. As luck would have it, I was not permitted to indulge myself. I could feel his warmth and smell his cologne before I could hear him. His chest was close to touching the span of my back. With his palm pressing my cup to the table, all I could hear was his favorite two-letter word, no, growled into my ear.
"Boo! Party pooper!" I howl while laughing, turning around into his chest. He stares blankly at me, and I stick out my tongue at him. His brows twitch in an intimate display of distress, yet his mouth quirks into a shallow pleased smile. The moment is cut short by Wakka gripping Axel's bicep and tugging us apart, and I instantly miss his warmth.
"Bro, I have a deck of cards. We have more than enough people to play King's cup. Who's in?" Wakka inquires of everyone in the present dwelling. One hand was waving a deck about, while the other was draped around Axel in a brotherly manner. Assuming his attention was fully diverted, I covertly ambled the tips of my fingers over to the cup I had filled behind the redhead's broad back. Axel's grasp was once again on my wrist. This time, it was easier to steer my attempts away from the liquor. That two-letter word was whispered to me once more. Wakka then wanders from person to person, enlisting everyone for a round of the game.
"Please stop testing me like this." Axel's severe tone is urgently attempting to conceal his amusement. However, a peek at his gleaming canines causes me to chuckle, and before I know it, we are both dumbly beaming at each other.
"That would take the fun out of our encounters." I jest, trembling with the remaining laugher. I say softly, "Speaking of fun. I came here to drink and let loose. Now, if you'll allow me..."I extend my fingers once again, and his baritone chuckle floods my ear canal. My wandering hand was clamped to the chilly wood by his heavy palm before I could reach my drink.
"Not for all the tea in China." He says to me, his brow furrowed and his head tilts into my line of sight. His eyes twinkle at me childishly. He removes his palm, and the warmth radiates all the way up my body.
"Who's dramatic now?" I accuse, challengingly raising my chin up to him. In a fight of wits or power, Axel was always an entertaining opponent.
"I was being snarky." He claims and in a victorious poise, his form stretches to its full stature. He is pleased about his height and his capacity to gain ground on me at any time. His palm glides into his pocket, and he shifts his focus away from me, his orbs flitting around, surveying the boozed-up youngsters in all their splendor.
"Clearly." I puff some air out of my lungs, pushing the fair hair out of my eyes again. I follow his gaze, taking in the surroundings.
Damn, this night could be more fun if he would at least drink.
Oh?
"Fine—how about a deal?" I say and covertly redirect my sight to his polished physique. Axel, aloof standing tall above everyone, was casually sipping juice. Wakka was still trying to persuade the bulk of the people to participate in his card game. Axel leaned gently against the table; his ankles crossed. His suede shoes are a deep grey that contrast against the smooth marble floors. My gaze returns to the entirety of his body. His belt was the same color as his footwear, and his pants were a deep olive green. His long-sleeved shirt cinched in all the right areas. The creases in his shirt dipped around his pelvis, the contoured abs in his stomach, and the gradual bulging of his chest and bicep musculature.
"Roxas, let this go. You can have fun without indulging in illegal activities. God smites those who can't." He growls out, without moving his head, his green iris's slide to take me on. I avoid the last statement completely and naively perk up at his attention and attempt to restrain myself from bounding on my heels in delight at my next proposition.
"I probably could, under different circumstances. Here's the plan—you drink for me instead. I won't take a single sip, if you do. Sound fun?" I present, and before he can say no, I shoot him with twin finger guns to keep the mood light and carefree.
"Not in the slightest, Rox." He smirks into the rim of his cup as he says it softly. His gaze is drifting to the space surrounding him. My skin bristled at the careless usage of my nickname and the sound of it cascading across his tongue. Nothing has ever sounded so alluring to me, and I struggle to dismiss it.
"Come on, a part of you has to be curious." I slide up closer to him so he can hear me, and I point in Wakka' s direction before continuing my proposition, "It's a pretty fun game. Even if you do not usually partake in drinking, a few sips won't make you completely sloshed." I pressure him. I was desperate to get some enjoyment out of this event. It was either his terms or mine, and I was not going to grant him a choice, so I add, "They'll slip me drinks regardless. If you can't agree, I don't see why I should hold back."
He hums under his breath, and we both remain silent for a long time. It reminded me of the recent few weeks of scant engagement with him, and for a short window, my stomach buzzed with apprehension as I awaited his reply. I was being unscrupulous, but I wanted him to be on my footing. He black mailed me not too long ago, it is only fair that I play dirty back. This might be a game changer for us both and how the duration of the year plays out. If only I could persuade him to relax his guard, forget about my hovering parents' concerns, forget about God and his omniscient eyes, and have some fun with me like we did earlier. Something simple and light to revive our waning relationship (or lack thereof).
"I have an alcohol tolerance, Rox. I'm not a saint. Contrary to what your mind may have you believe, I was young and dumb, too." While sighing, Axel says.
My imagination of you has been less than saintly.
The redhead continues, "Promise me that you won't drink, and you have yourself a deal."
I nod in agreement before responding urgently, "I swear to God!"
"Don't swear on Him." He says this while playfully bumping his fist into my bicep, jostling my stance. And I humbly rub the area.
Aside from a few stragglers, Wakka successfully assembled as many people as he could in the room. I was startled to discover that Axel was already familiar with the game's rules. He kept his word, and the rest of the group thought it was amusing that Axel and I had struck a deal. They did, however, require that Axel take my shots as well as his own during the game. So, while I still got cards that penalized me, I was not compelled to drink any of the juice that the redhead on my left had graciously provided for me. Instead, Axel was responsible for my swigs. Around twenty minutes into the game, the bulk of the group, including Axel, were borderline inebriated, and it was barely nine o'clock. Everyone in the area was roaring with cheers, and the redhead had a big grin plastered to his face. Seifer to my right drew the five of clubs next.
"Five is for Guys!" exclaims the blonde, eager for any chance to gulp his liquor.
Wakka, Tidus, Axel, and every other male in the circle raised their glasses and took full swigs. Axel's neck pulses as he takes two big mouthfuls, initially for himself and again for me. Seifer leans into my side, his hand behind me, going underneath the hem of my shirt. His calloused fingertips are drawing small circles at the bottom of my spine, and I am struggling to keep my cool. For everyone here, the festivities began early, and the more cards were drawn, the less borderline everyone was. The noise level in the room was escalating as everyone argued about the house rules.
"No, man! Four is for Whores. So, the ladies must drink up!" Seifer dictates.
"It's nose, man. Ladies drink on six. 'Cause Six if for Chicks." Axel had his finger to his nose, as well as a few others.
Wakka spoke out, calling the dispute to a close, "Seifer, we are gentlemen! We're going with Four is for Nose!" His pointer finger is pushing into the tip of his nose.
"You're all lame—nose doesn't even rhyme!" Seifer whines and drinks from his cup. The females in the group laugh. Some were scarlet with embarrassment, whereas others exhaled with relief.
"Don't be a sore loser, Seify." I lean to the right and as I coo into his ear my lips delicately graze the shell. His hand slides by the waistband of my pants and dives to swat the clothed ass cheek nearest to him. His head rotates to face me, his eyelids falling, his iris shimmering with desire or booze as he looks at my mouth.
"I'm done drinking. There's something else I want to try." Only I can hear the blonde's whispers above the din of the partiers. I lean back and turn to my left. Axel was simultaneously distracted by a discussion with Tidus and the game. When I return my attention to Seifer, his tongue protrudes from his lips, swiping along them expectantly, and his brows arch flirtatiously. Nodding, I question about the location of the toilet as cover and double-check Axel's concentration on Tidus.
I creep away and weave my way into the bustling living room. Sofas, lamps, and end tables were arranged against the walls to create a temporary dance floor in the center. The only source of light was a low-cost disco-eques projector that decked the expanse in kaleidoscopic polygons. Bodies were writhing all around me, and a petite girl costumed as Poison Ivy backed into me mid-stride by mistake. As an apology, I throw my palms in the air affront my chest, and she spins around and presses into me. She was wobbling from drink, and with my arms still raised, she rubs herself against me in a wanton motion. I try to not be offensive and smile meagerly as I survey the area for the nearest getaway. My focus is disturbed by a quick tug on my elbow, leading my body the other way, which disengages the girl from myself. I am being hauled through the other stumbling forms. People make way for the muscular blonde, dragging me toward the pitch-black hall. With his long strides to escape this space and pursue heaven with me secretly somewhere, his muscles along the expanse of his shoulders pump under his thin, dusty blue hoodie.
When we reach the hall, the temperature drops instantaneously, little droplets of perspiration chilling on my neck as we veer briskly along the dark corridor until his palm pushes through a door left ajar. The fluorescent bar above us provided a brilliant blue glow on the wainscoting as we discreetly entered the laundry pantry. My gut convulses with trepidation as I gaze around the claustrophobic room. I consider returning to Axel and asking him to escort me home, but my surroundings fade as Seifer's form encloses me.
His firm hands neatly brace my hips, and I felt feverish all over again from his presence so adjacent to mine. He gradually drives my steps backwards until my back is against an appliance—the washing or dryer—who cares when his stare consumes my entire being. His lids flicker and I can tell his vision is clouded by my shivering body. My chest is heaving and surging, and our breath is intertwining in anticipation. His fingertips gently skim my hip bones before going beneath my shirt. Our heights are comparable, and he leans in slightly and nuzzles the slope of my face all the way to the curve of my neck. Something moist glides across my skin there, constructing prickles in its path. He gropes the flesh on the pinnacle of my chest with his fingertips.
I don't have boobs, dummy.
My thoughts are abruptly broken when the pads of his thumbs move in gentle circles across the tips of my nipples. My body arches in response to the contact, and I mewl faintly.
"God, hah, I've wanted to try this for so long." Seifer sighs into my slick flesh.
"Ahn…how long have you known about Luxord and me?" I stammer as his fingertips continue to tease my buds into pertness.
"Mmn, a few months." He whispers again. He pinches the peaks of my flesh and gently tugs, prompting me to yelp audibly in surprise. My jeans tighten dramatically because of his aggressive play, and my butt lifts slightly, rutting forward, yearning for friction.
"Ah-ha…ahhn, I guess the both of you are creeps then." I gasped, then guffaw, at his bravado. I exhaled in relief as we finally made physical contact. His hips clash with me, and he grinds gradually to the music beyond us. His honey skin is flushed, and he raises his face in front of mine.
"Shut up and show me what you're good at." He commands, and his hands again seize my chest, kneading the small mounds and squeezing fiercely as he cups his palms. His reddened lips momentarily graze mine.
"Spoiled." I growl out and he groans, hungrily licking my mouth, intensifying the shameless connection, I murmur between light, sticky pecks. His pelvis brushes up against mine, and I moan into his mouth. I make out with him full force, ardently. My fingers are tangled in his beanie, and I fling the flimsy fabric on the floor in annoyance. I crane my neck, taking in how well the fade in his hair emphasizes his short and long layers. "You should take this off more regularly."
"You like it, huh?" He smirks at me and his hand combs over the lengthier blonde tuffs on top of his newly revealed lengths. It spills back into his face, and his bicep expands with the motion of placing it back against his scalp. I climb onto the machine behind me and draw his body up against mine, enclosing his ass with my calves. His cock spasms through the fabric of his cargos and rubs avidly against my own. My palms curl around the crown of his head, tugging on his hair. Our mouths meet once again, and I open mine to allow the moist muscle that escapes his lips to explore my own waiting hollow. His flavor is polluted by alcohol, which lends a whole new dimension of irrationality to our current interaction. One of his palms finds its way back in my shirt, while the other stimulates the bulge in my pants. I shove my hips forward, pretending not to be fascinated by this straight boy's willingness to fondle another guy's dick.
Our lips separated, and I drank in the wetness that was dripping down my chin. I pull his touch away, and he observes my motions with curiosity. I unfasten and lower my zipper quickly, releasing myself from the cloth of my boxers. My breathing becomes strained. His gaze is drawn to my own large blue eyes. He takes his cue from here, carefully pulling his cock from his own loosened jeans. The sight was pure bliss, watching him adjust his boxers just below his hips. He throws off his hoodie and clutches the hem of his white t-shirt. After raising it to his lips, he bites into it. The deep grooves of his abs flex, and my gaze follows the movement down to the thick vein mingling within his golden happy trail. Yes, pure bliss indeed.
He was no longer a walking nuisance, but rather a work of art at this point. His pelvic bones are etched into his hips, and the muscles in his forearms flex magnificently as one hand holds the front of his briefs and pants down, while the other begins slowly stroking himself for me. In awe of the view, my own length leaps up and down. When I see the perspiration drip from his temple onto his gently moving fist below, my earlier doubts about this venture melt. His brow wrinkles and his lips curve over his teeth as they cling to his shirt. My touch moves from my waist to my swelling dick. I stroke the wet tip and quietly whimper at the sensation. His own baby blues rise at the sound, his gaze set to appreciate my efforts, and he lets out a loud growl as he studies me. My lids are heavy, and we are peering at each other through our flickering lashes. The soundtrack of the undisturbed party outside is thudding loudly throughout the room, blotting out our frantic panting. He starts pumping himself quicker, and I mimic his actions. My moaning becomes higher; his concentration is exclusively on me, and his grasp loosens as he advances me. His shirt falls from his lips, and he grabs the hemline of my own garment.
His attention locks on me, the blue orbs absolutely glowing with need. He puts my top to my lips, and I suck the fabric into my mouth. When his exposed shaft hits mine, I bite down unexpectedly. His stare is still fixated on me, and his hips pulse forward, effortlessly moving against mine. His breath is raspy, and his throat is strained from concealing his grunts. When I drive my hips into him, the tempo of his rolling body intensifies. I throw my head back in ecstasy as the machinery shakes below me. I look up at the skies once again as I plunge into unparalleled euphoria.
"You're drenched." Seifer purrs, his grip gliding around both of our aching erections. My lower lids have a small bead of moisture in the creases. His hold is so tight that it hurts, yet the pleasure is exquisite, and I am moaning behind my gritted teeth. I feel his torso flex on my own, and he uses my exposed neck to his benefit. His tongue trails filthily across my skin, leaving a sloppy path that makes the hairs on my arms alert. As he groans into my ear, "You're so sexy too," I clutch the edges of the swaying steel under me. He delicately nibbles on the lobe and flicks his tongue along the skin. The motion sends little pleasurable thrills up my spine, and the muscle penetrates my ear canal, where all I can hear is the stickiness of the invading appendage. My asshole twitches, and I whine under the cloth, my voice muffled.
"I can't wait to explore all of your insides." When his fingertips tickle the flesh on my lower back, my eyelids constrict. His finger pushes itself between my soft cheeks as his hand creeps farther beneath the bands of my garment.
"Mhmnn." I urge.
"Especially…here." He croons and swipes the pad of his forefinger across my asshole, which quivers in response.
"Roxy! We've got a problem - everything is hazy." Seifer and I face to the doorway, and I frantically plead with God to stop allowing this to happen to me. Axel is leaning over, his elbow on the wooden frame. He looks at us blankly and smooths his stance to make himself appear imposing. Even in his intoxicated state, he is composed, and I almost prepared myself for another reprimand. His visage, though, masked any astonishment or distress. After regaining his equilibrium, the redhead's long legs reach us in one gliding sweep, and the back of Seifer' s collar is wrenched in Axel's tight clasp. He jerks the blonde away from me, and Seifer stumbles and falls against the wall.
My body cowers, and my gaze darts across the area, bouncing between Seifer' s floundering form and Axel's inert image. With his body, the redhead obscures the blonde from my sight. He places his foot between my outstretched legs and brings his hand to the fabric between my lips. They pause, green orbs moving below my own gaze, across my bare stomach and exposed cock. My abdomen and dick were saturated with pre-cum, making for a messy sight. His fingers gingerly withdrew the cloth from my lips. I was stymied. I could not move because of his calm manner. Once again, I felt like caged vermin caught in his predatorial stare. His skin was radiating fever, yet his face was stone cold. I could not identify what he was experiencing based on how cryptic he was portraying himself.
He slips my shirt down carefully, his knuckles grazing the reddish ends of my mistreated nipples. I mewl as a wake of the brief contact, and his eyebrow twitches so briefly that I swear it was just illusion. He encases my stomach and exhales a trembling gust of air. He smells like aftershave and expensive cologne, tinged with a hint of liquor. Seifer' s shaking body was banished by the redheads presence inside the small four walls. Axel moves his eyes away from me, and I interpret this as him wanting to give me privacy, although belated, to finish clothing myself. Whatever interaction he had with Seifer was sufficient for him to flee without even a 'see you later.'
"The coast is clear." I uttered to the silent figure whose back was towards me. His limbs return his body to face me rather than the door. His long legs barely grace the floor as he plants himself between my knees and I feel a faint touch to my hips again. His grasp around my waist tightens abruptly, and he lifts then lowers me to my feet. The sensations of it all practically force the air out of my lungs.
"Let's go home." He urges, and with the occasion wrecked, I comply without arguing.
I push the front door shut behind me with my heel. My hard on vanished the instant we climbed into the taxi home, and the vehicle was filled with the suffocating silence of two males who had nothing to say to one other. To be honest, I had a slew of questions, but after being interrupted twice today my curious nature was sliced in half. I loiter in the foyer, contemplating leaving my sneakers on and going for a stroll to break up the eerie stillness, after all, my folks would not be home for another several hours. My father would go to church after work on Friday nights to meet with my mother for volunteering. I have been appreciative of such knowledge for a few weeks, but especially this evening.
"I didn't even get to come. You could have waited for me to finish." I mutter, deciding to take a sledgehammer to the ice in the room.
Axel is still wearing his own footwear, but he is taking off his mahogany jacket. He drapes it in the entrance closet and then rubs his shoulder briskly. I am stuck in a personal conflict between retreating to my room or allowing my drug of choice to engulf me. He saunters across the short proximity, drawing himself so near to me that I back into the tabletop, jostling the mail and a few family frames littered atop it. To give us more legroom, my ass sinks into the table behind me. Having ignorantly chosen the drug, my entire body feels feverish now. Saliva is lodged in the inside of my throat, and my breathing comes in rapid, quick spurts. I am panting, and he is closing in on me to which I slink myself low in avoidance. He has been abnormally silent for far too long, and the look in his eyes this entire time has teetered between vacant or something opposite, passionate even.
Was he going to yell at me? Hit me? If he does, it's not fair that he would look so hot doing it.
The table's edge is now pressing firmly into my spinal column. He positions one arm against the wall above my head, and as his breath reaches the point of my nose, I nearly faint.
"You still have time." He murmurs. His lips are only a hair's breadth from mine now. His usual enticing aroma is combining with a hint of alcohol, and my eyes almost leap out of my skull with bewilderment. His long fingers find their way into the tuft of blonde strands near my temple, and he twirls them about charmingly. As I try to inquire what he might possibly mean by that statement, my voice chokes. His fingers come to a standstill at the sound, and the ridge of his thumb slides easily across my lips, delicately pulling on the corner. His attention fixates on the flesh he is now manipulating before he groans raspy against my face, "I can make you come if you'd like."
AN: Ah yes, lucky number 7.