AN/ Another drabble lol none of these are meant to be anywhere relevant to develop into full one-shots and some are simply discarded ideas for one-shots but oh well, I said that already. So here is another discarded one lol *throws hearts* because I love domestic AkselxJazz. lmao, do I suck at humor/romance tho? I'm not in the mood for angst.

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Title: Nail Polish

Rate: T for Language, this time because Aksel is not too patient.

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Nail Polish

"Stay still, damn it!" Aksel's eyes narrowed in determination, he heard a tiny growl in response as he tightened his grip on Jazz's hand, probably harder than it was necessary. Jazz's back was pressed on Aksel's chest and his head, if dipped back could very well use Aksel's shoulder as a top seat cushion. Aksel pursed his ringed-lip up in concentration, his chin was sitting on top of Jazz's shoulder, both of his arms surrounded Jazz's frame to steady one of Jazz's hand with both of his.

Whoever that saw them snuggled that close would think they were having a cuddly couple's moment but the harsh reality was that both wished they were at least 50 miles away from the other. "I said, stay freaking still."

"Make me"

"What?" Aksel bellowed angrily, "I am doing you a favor, may I remind you."

"Fine." Jazz mumbled, adamantly defeated. "I'll stay still."

The tranquility and immobility lasted for less than two minutes. Another loud groan startled the taller man before the tiny polish brush could finish its resolute goal to paint with gold polish-lacquer Jazz's index finger. Aksel tried to ignore him and finish his effort but Jazz moaned exasperatedly again "Can you hurry up? I hate it here." He protested, "I think I am overheating."

"I am almost done. Jesus, shut up."

"Agh!" Jazz exclaimed rather loudly again, he tried writhing away, his shoulder blades shook brusquely enough to assert a blow to Aksel's jaw, this time Aksel fully stopped and turned his face to stare face to face at the young man responsible for his aggravation.

"Ouch, goddamn it."

"What?" Jazz asked with narrow eyes as Aksel caressed his jaw.

"Just stop bitching, okay?" Aksel pushed his eyebrows together in a deep frown and resumed his hold, "I will fuck up if you keep squirming like that."

"Fuck that, I am trying to make myself comfortable at least," Jazz wittily responded, he winced as Aksel tautened his clutch on his hand warningly.

"You asked me to paint your stupid nails." Aksel reminded him warily. As if he never warned Jazz, the shorter twisted again "Can you stop?" Aksel paused for the second time in irritation.

"You take too long," Jazz protested childishly, tilting his head back on Aksel's shoulder, "sides," With his free hand, Jazz pinched the bridge of his nose. "It stinks. I hate the way nail polish smells. It reeks. This used to be cute the very first two times."

"Yeah, you ruined it." Aksel snapped, resolving to continue his task. His fingers' natural lack of accuracy seemed to finally move the brush in a stable pattern right before Jazz decided to move again. "Fuck. Jazz!"

"My bad, Jesus." Jazz exasperated and rolled his eyes heavenwards, "I'm a bit uncomfortable, my ass feels numb."

Aksel's eyebrow twitched and popped in what he knew was an incoming headache accompanied by a last-a-day bad mood. "Whose idea was this?" He recalled through gritted teeth, "Not mine."

Jazz snickered, "Hm, well maybe you take too long now," he raised an eyebrow as he waited for Aksel to stop a third time and look at him with an almost defeated glower. "What?" Jazz innocently inquired, his lips quirked upwards in a dark smirk, "bad position perhaps?"

Aksel's eyes squinted irritably and prayed to whatever deity that existed to please, lend him a whisk of patience. "No, its because you move like a shrimp. Now, let me finish."

"Was that a skinny or a short joke?" Jazz sulked at him, almost yanking his hand from Aksel's hold, if not for the firmness of it, Jazz would have been released. "Do we want to fight like… really fight?"

"Jazz." Aksel was almost in awe, "Would you shut up for only a minute or two? I am really trying not to snap and send you to the hell where you crawled from and never ever lend you a stupid helping hand, ever fucking again."

Jazz rolled up his eyes and snorted amused at his close-to-losing-it boyfriend, "Aw, jeez, relax." He once again tipped his head back on Aksel's shoulder and closed his eyes, "I'll let you do the shit, finish it already, damn it."

"If you let me." Aksel glared once again and redirected his attention back again to Jazz's hand. Before he could press the tiny brush on one of Jazz's delicate nails, the hand was abruptly snatched away. Right before Aksel could complain again, Jazz's hand went up and forced Aksel's face to his left and allowed their lips to softly brush in a warm but playful kiss. "You are cute." Was all Jazz muttered before he burst into loud sniggers of pure mockery.

Fucking- Aksel growled despite the warm familiar coil inside his stomach. He snarled and shoved Jazz to the side (not so gently) and stood up. "I'm so done." Aksel raised his hands in defeat, he almost spat a nasty glare "Fuck you."

"We have gone through this many times Aksel," Jazz chortled out as he giggled again, "You will eventually. But come back now, I will let you finish."

"Fuck no."

"I was just pestering you." Jazz was still laughing.

"Great job at that. I'm out of here."

"Aw," Jazz said lightheartedly, "Can't you take a little teasing?"

"Suck my dick. You are impossible."

Another loud chortle "No, fine, fine." Jazz begged between sniggers, "I will not move anymore, I promise."

Aksel's nose puffed air akin to an enraged bull and sat back again, his frown deeply marked on his face "I don't even know why do I fucking put up with your bullshit."

Jazz snorted again, he raised both his shoulders and laughed again, "I don't know why you try."

"I hate you."

"You love me."

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