AN/ Still love domestic AkselxJazz so there's that. I have all these discarded ideas but they always need some correcting and wrapping-up so it's not like I don't have to write anything or simply upload. I mean, yeah, they are basically 'done' but some are somehow incomplete or at least, feel like they are…. or they are missing things and stuff so I think I found what to do. So far I have found 10 drabbles. Including the last two I uploaded and this one. Of course.
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Title: Blackout
Rate: T for Language and themes.
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Blackout
At the sudden and noisy racket downstairs, Aksel raised an eyebrow and turned the volume down from the speakers he was listening to music from. He heard another bang that caused him to stay silent for a while. He shrugged and shook his head to ignore whatever it was after not being able to identify anything out of the ordinary for about a minute or two.
He sighed to himself and tried to resolve his task, maybe it was in the neighbor's house or perhaps, he heard wrong. After what seemed to be another solid but soundless minute, yet another invasive blow –he swore it was closer to a violent crash at their front door from, and this time it managed to startle him. He decided to put down the pair of pliers and smother the speakers to muteness. He stood quiet again and tried to sharpen his ear's capacity and concentrate in the dismay down below.
It couldn't be Jazz, at least, it shouldn't, he thought. After all, didn't Jazz had his own set of keys? Aksel's eyes narrowed in annoyance and he turned away from the 3D puzzle he was trying to put together before all that bothersome disarray ever happened. He waited for another sound to be sure, he waited some more and finally, he winced when this time he heard a profanity. A familiar voice behind it.
He groaned and stood up, quickly dragging himself downstairs where the knocking was even more persistent.
He was sure going to murder Jazz.
"Fuck! Aksel, open the motherfucking door!"
Aksel's eyes rolled heavenwards "Don't you have your own set of stupid keys? I was about to finish my limited edition Star Wars aviator puzzl-"
"Holy fuck, open the goddamn door you stupid shit!"
The alluded fumed silently and grabbed the keys he left at the key-hanger adjacent to the door and resolved to open the said mahogany door. Immediately his mouth fell shut as it was even difficult to see Jazz's face through all the boxes and grocery bags he was carrying, even asking became unnecessary. He moved to the side to let the shorter one in.
"Ugh, fucking- Help?"
Aksel nodded and grabbed what he could with his arms and hands. Suddenly realizing that Jazz went to the grocery store, he grinned eagerly despite Jazz stomping hard on his boots all the way in. It was hard to explain why Aksel felt a childish excitement accompanied by curiosity every time Jazz went to the grocery store.
Did he buy chips? Gummies? Candies? Sodas? Better yet- did he buy chocolate? Aksel ignored all of Jazz's blabbering about how difficult it was to carry all that in one single go, especially because it was 'fucking storming like fucking crazy' and the murderous wishes upon the 'stupid eat-shitting guard' who didn't let him park the car right in front of their house because he was 'very obviously' obstructing the street's way and more words that sounded akin to 'bla bla bla'S for Aksel.
Both placed the boxes and bags on the squared table and Aksel's eyes widened enthusiastically, everything seemed like bags of goodies that begged to be inspected by him.
"Are you even listening?" Jazz's eyebrow twitched. His arms felt strained, his legs gooey and as if the day couldn't be harsher on him, he was wet. He frowned when Aksel didn't respond. "Aksel!" He snapped, making the other look at him almost surprised.
"Sorry, what? I was wondering what was inside of the bags." Aksel pointed the obvious.
"I figured." Jazz said dryly but couldn't stop himself from smiling at his curious boyfriend anyways, "and well, I bought all that you can imagine." Aksel flashed a smile once Jazz took out a jar of chocolate spread out of one of the boxes. "See?"
"Great! Are we celebrating something?" Aksel asked excitedly.
"Nah," Jazz only shrugged and started taking the rest of the groceries out, "Just thought we could watch some movies with some worthy snacks. I bought camp-fire sized marshmallows," he pointed at a white bag, "We can melt these in the microwave, yes?"
Aksel nodded happily, it would be a good night for both.
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"This sucks ass." Jazz growled irately and bent his arms across his chest. As if he didn't spend a good hour at the grocery store thinking what could Aksel like to eat on a movie's night, half an hour drying his hair and changing his clothes and another half an hour helping Aksel with all the snacks they would share tonight, the 'fucking weather' decided to not only be annoying and inconsiderate with his freezing limbs, it was now hostile and fully antagonistic -as Jazz put it, and all the lights from the entire block, abruptly blacked-out.
Half-assedly annoyed and mildly diverted, Aksel snorted at the grimace he knew Jazz was making. "Yeah, it sucks." He agreed almost silently, dipping his head back on the bed's headboard and he closed his eyes. The food and snacks were already on the bed in front of them. Aksel couldn't believe their bad luck, they were even already skimming through the movie options when everything went black "I can't see for shit."
"Fucking wintery season, I hate it so fucking much." Jazz snarled.
"I'll agree on that too, Jazz."
The only sound outside their small talk was the perverse gushing of the wind and the roaring waves of rain over their rooftop. Aksel peeked over the darkness and slowly but surely, his eyes adjusted to the blackness and he devised Jazz's sulked form. He sighed, a pang of guilt and sympathy for his partner hit his chest. Not that he had any control over the situation but he knew that Jazz put in more effort for this night than he expected and so he decided that he could try to make Jazz feel better.
"Jazz?"
"Fucking what?"
Aksel grinned despite his boyfriend's irritated snap, "Let's take the food downstairs and we can save it up for tomorrow."
"Fuck tomorrow."
"Come on," Aksel smiled at him, poking at his arm "we can save everything in the fridge and hang around in here. We might still be able to save the day."
"Fuck this day and fuck me and my bad luck."
Aksel snickered, trying to lighten the mood "It's not completely ruined, I tell you. Come on now, help me out, I'll search for a candle first."
Jazz didn't give any other retort and after what Aksel heard was a defeated sigh, Jazz stood up and quickly leaned against the bedroom's doorframe, waiting for his partner to find a candle.
Aksel seemed to be rummaging through various drawers and Jazz couldn't help his frustration from slightly melting away when he heard Aksel's adorable 'Ah-ha!'. Swiftly, the unmistakable sound of a match being ignited with the side of the matchbox was clearly heard and the slow rise of burgundy illumination soon painted the room a dim orangy color and allowed their faces to be seen against the darkly ruptured night.
Aksel huffed and walked towards his scowling boyfriend, he shrugged with an adamant smile "You wouldn't believe this, but that was... uh, probably the only match we had, so let's try to keep the fire up and get all of this food downstairs without winding the fire off."
"Alright..." Jazz, with a frown intact on his face, only nodded. Of course, he could believe it, luck didn't seem to be on his side today.
"Also, be careful not to soil the mattress with the snacks, okay?"
Jazz snorted despite his bad mood, "You are such a girl sometimes dude."
Aksel raised an eyebrow "They are new, there is nothing girly about being cautious. And who's to talk? cockroaches and you equal a messy trail of doom and cowardly shrieks of terror."
"Shut up, I'm the manliest man in this whole town."
"As if." Aksel huffed with a playful smirk on his face, "You aren't me."
"And thanks goodness for that." Jazz's eyes rolled up and smiled a bit. In bad days such as these, he always had Aksel to turn to. That was a comforting thought that made some of the tensenesses on his neck disappear.
"Enough talk, grab these." Aksel handed him the chicken tenders.
Jazz nodded. With his free hand, he pointed at a rather tiny bowl filled to the brim with red sauce "Right but you take that shit over there, I might spill it."
"Which one?"
"The red sauce shit."
"Okay, leave that high-end relish to me." Aksel grabbed the saucer and snickered.
"Sauce, relish, whatever."
Aksel chuckled again.
"Say, can you see well enough not to trip over?"
"mhm, I do." Jazz grabbed a couple of saucers, bowls and platters full of snacks and carefully walked downstairs, closely followed by Aksel's equally hand-busy form, just that Aksel had to balance one of his hands between the candle and a bowl filled with fondue cheese. Aksel's only thought was that he would try to make it all better. They could always bicker or make out, whatever option they chose was still so them, that he didn't have the self-restraint in him to stop smiling like a fool all the way downstairs and over to the kitchen.
In what felt like three hundred times that they went up and down the house (actually twice) both ended up a little more vexed than they wanted to admit, and both decided to remain silent for a while. Back in their room, Aksel placed the candle in the nightstand and joined Jazz on the bed. Laying on his back right by his partner's side.
"We managed to keep the candle lighted up."
"Yeah..." Jazz closed his eyes, "At least, something went alright."
Aksel turned his face to look at him, "It hasn't been bad at all. Let's try to see the bright side," he said ironically, "I had some fun picking at you."
Jazz groaned and huffed, "Still sucks ass."
"...I guess." Aksel sighed silently and then slowly propped on his side, leaning close to Jazz as he supported his own head with one of his hands. With the help of the candle still burning, Aksel could still see Jazz's stressed frown still tensing his delicate features. It should be illegal to be this beautiful. His thoughts rapidly drifted.
His free hand reached up and his ringed-fingers slid on Jazz's neck. Golden eyes immediately met his and a crimson blush became visible for Aksel even in the low-lit room. "What?"
"You look pretty in this light."
"Shut up."
Aksel stared at him fondly, noticing how despite the snarl painting his boyfriend's face, he was not rejecting his touch. Carefully, Aksel moved his fingers in a candid caress all the way up to his neck and down to his collarbone. Jazz's body shuddered, Aksel could easily feel it. His pierced lips quirked upwards.
"Aksel... don't." A hushed whisper escaped from Jazz's mouth. It really sounded more like an invitation to Aksel.
Jazz's hands slowly came up to Aksel's arm, trying to subdue the butterflies that Aksel was giving him all the way down to his belly. Sighing hotly when he realized how close they became in the blink of an eye. Flushed to his roots, he gave the taller man a long questioning stare, right before Aksel's fingers moved up to Jazz's delicate jaw and very slowly over his parted lips.
"You know?" Aksel whispered as he closed the space between their bodies, almost laying on top, "We could have eaten that food and chatted a little while sitting on the floor. I mean we had a candle."
Jazz pushed his eyebrows together in a scowl but before he could say anything, Aksel's warm lips pressed butterfly soft pecks on his cheek and slowly the kisses peppered behind his ear, stopping only to bury his face close to Jazz's ear, breathing in his scent as he made the shorter one heave against him.
Jazz cursed under his breath, he was slowly but very steadily feeling himself melt like butter underneath Aksel's ministrations, certainly making him forget about the blackout "Stop... What are you doing?" Jazz whispered hushedly with a fevered blush accentuating his frown and his hands gently became unsteady fists on Aksel's shoulders.
"Showing you why I didn't suggest that." Aksel's voice became huskier as their bodies brushed together in all the right places and quietly his mouth pressed in a long, passionate kiss on Jazz's neck, earning a soft, pleasured sigh from Jazz's pretty lips, "I have a better idea."
After all, it would be a good night for both.
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