Ahhh… men
[A/N: Another song based drabble that I forgot to upload here. Oops.]
Their legs were pressed tightly together from knee to hip as they passed a cigarette between them; fingers brushing, touches lingering as their eyes met, though they never said a word about it. The quirk at the corner of Axel's lips and the way Roxas' eyes glittered spoke more than words ever could.
They were sitting at the back of the bus, padded on either side by their bags to absorb some of the shock as the bus slowly and haltingly made its way along the ruined road. The driver made no comment about their behaviour, nor the smoke that clogged the air, presumably put off by their rough appearances (unwashed hair, dark speckles of blood on their wrinkled clothed), instead settling for glaring at them through his review mirror.
Axel brushed a few strands of dirty red hair behind a newly pierced ear, red and slightly swollen, as he waved his other long fingered hand around in the air to emphasise the point he was making.
Roxas was curled up at his side, one leg folded under himself, smiling weakly up at the older boy, his left eye stained with blue and black; fresh marks from the town they were leaving.
Axel bumped his shoulder gently as he pointed out the back window at a sign they had just passed. "Bed and breakfast: 20 miles." Roxas shrugged in response to the unspoken suggestion before digging into his backpack to pull out a packet of crisps to share between them.