Drop Trou (part one)

Roxas had shuffled into the bedroom again after his shower, just a thin towel wrapped around his waist and upon the sight of his roommate, and best friend of seven years Axel squeezed his eyes shut tight and tried not to give into temptation and open them.

"Don't look," Roxas grunted, and Axel could hear him shuffling through his draw of clothes. And reflexively at hearing "Don't look" Axel's eyes opened almost against his will, then he couldn't bring himself to tear them away, because Roxas had dropped his towel and was digging through his clothes, and he was naked and it was wonderful and- he needed to pull his eyes away before Roxas noticed Axel ogling him.

But, Roxas' bare ass. Completely bare. Right in front of him. Roxas's ass.

Axel pulled his sheet up over his face till just his eyes peeked over the edge of the material. He could feel his face beginning to burn, and his ears were surely turning the same shade of pink as his face.

He knew he really shouldn't be doing this, after all the only reason Roxas was so comfortable with walking around their shared room naked was because he trusted Axel not to look. And y'know, who'd expect their best friend to perv on them while they changed? Not Roxas, that's for certain.

Though it wasn't like they'd never seen each other naked before, they'd been best friends for long enough that they'd had a few 'naked encounters', but it was only in the recent years that it had begun to bother Axel.

It was in their last year of high school that Axel first realised that Roxas really wasn't that bad looking, he was fit from years of swimming on the school team. He had a sweet little face that had begun to change; his jaw line getting more defined as he got older, more masculine – it would be hard to mistake Roxas for a girl despite his size.

Roxas had always been a short guy, but when he hit seventeen he'd had a surprising growth spurt and grew to a moderate height, and thanks to swimming he wasn't exactly a frail little thing – though compared to Axel's towering height he would always be tiny.

Moving on; Axel had always been vaguely aware that his best friend was, as the girls liked to call it, "quite a catch" though it wasn't really something that he paid much attention to. Roxas had gotten a lot of attention from girls after he'd hit sixteen, when he'd lost enough of the baby-faced innocent look that the girls stopped cooing and calling him "cute" and started calling him "hot" and "handsome" and had gotten a lot more touchy (much to Axel's annoyance).

The killer, the last straw, the thing that really started it for Axel was when Roxas decided to get that damn lip ring.

When Roxas had come over with a swollen lip and a piece of metal through the centre of his rosy, soft looking bottom lip, a challenging scowl in place, daring Axel to say something against it, the redhead had finally realised that maybe, just maybe he had a bit of a crush on Roxas. Maybe.

And his little crush might have grown over the next few years, particularly when they decided to share the same dorm room, and Axel was stuck in the same room as a naked Roxas every morning when the blond came back from his shower. Axel usually liked to sleep in, but that changed once he realised that Roxas preferred to change in his room after showering – meaning he'd walk back from the showers in just a towel, and then he'd lose the towel… and had he mentioned that Roxas had a fine ass from all the exercise he got? Because Roxas definitely had the best ass that Axel had ever seen.

Not that he'd tell Roxas this. Because if he did that would mean no more free shows and then how was Axel supposed to make it through the day?

Lost in his thoughts Axel hadn't noticed Roxas glance over his shoulder and freeze at seeing the redhead staring glazy eyed at him. Or more specifically, at his ass.

"Dude, are you okay?" Roxas titled his head, eyebrow arched in suspicion as he pulled his pants up a little quicker.

Startled, Axel jumped, and tried to pull his face into an innocent expression – hard to do because he was sure his cheeks were flaming red now; they certainly felt that way. Roxas' eyebrow arched further, "You're looking at little red. So either you're coming down with something or you're feeling a little hot due to other reasons." Roxas pulled on his top, giving Axel the chance to quickly slap himself and sit up.

When Roxas appeared, in all his ruffle haired glory, out the top of his shirt, he was scowling, and Axel watched nervously as the blond pulled the material the rest of the way down, before turning around with an unimpressed look on his face, folding his arms across his chest. "Well," he growled, "Do I need to take you to the doctor now, or do I need to take you later, after I use you as a punching bag?"

"Did you know you have a mole on the small of your back?" Axel blurted, trying to change the topic. And as Roxas' expression darkened he slapped his hands over his mouth, lest something worse came out.

And Roxas took a step closer, and Axel burrowed under his blankets trying to get some sort of barrier between himself and the small, angry blond.

Roxas' neighbours would later complain about the noises heard from the pair's room. Something about a war cry, then muffled yelling and "You'd better go check it out though, because it sounded like someone was getting murdered in there."

A/N: And yes, the 'part one' means there's more to this one.