Author's Notes: …Uh. Y HAY GUIES! Shit, do I even WANT to know how long it's been since I've put this up/updated this? When I said it'd be out in a week? X.o; Feel free to throw old produce *doges rotten tomatoes and bruised apples*
Well, it's been a long time coming and - uh. It's still unfinished XD; I mean, I PROBABLY could end it now but I'm pretty sure there will be at least one more chapter before this is laid to rest (FINALLY). I think I'm going to need a brush-up…
Warning: Fun at a carnival, snowball fights and - wait for it - SEXUAL CONTENT! I'm not gonna give anything away but if MALE/MALE RELATIONS makes you wanna gag…why are you even here?
Other: I've joined a writing community so hopefully you guys will be seeing more of me! *^_^* (hopefully…)
Private Magician
I can't believe I agreed to this.
Roxas stood with a rather dazed expression on his face, a bag of tokens in one hand and a tube of pink cotton candy in the other. He was at the fair, parents with children and goofing teenagers milling around him, the sound of rattling rides and buzzers from games acting as background noise. The sun shone brightly, much differently than how it had been when he woke up that morning.
Twenty minutes prior…
"Rrrrooooxaaas? Oh Rrrrrooooxy?"
"Ngh…" Rolling away from the warm (and entirely too cheerful) voice calling his name Roxas dragged his blanket over mused blond strands, burying his face into his pillow. "Ten more minutes," he grumbled, still mostly asleep. It was quiet for a few moments and Roxas relaxed, easing further into dreamland when suddenly his covering was snapped away, a rush of cold air hitting his exposed skin.
"ROXAS!"
"Ugh!" Jerking upright in bed the once-sleepy teen turned to glare at his attacker, raising a fist to dig into his eye. "Damnit Axel, it's Saturday!" A glance at his alarm clock brought a scowl to the blonds' lips. "It's 8am on a Saturday. What. The. Hell."
Looking entirely too pleased for Roxas' liking Axel leaned over the glaring boy, a long finger tapping at his nose. "You're damn right it's Saturday! I have the whole day packed so you've gotta get that cute arse of yours out of bed so we can get moving!"
Switching hands to scrub at his other eye Roxas fixed the dark-clad male with a Look - a difficult feat to make effective with just one eye. "And why am I getting out of bed in the morning on a freaking weekend when I could be sleeping?" The red-head's grin stretched wider at that and Roxas got a really, really strong urge to scoot back.
"Because, my dear Roxy," Axel purred, leaning in as the blond dropped the fist from his eye to hover inches away. "You and I are going on a date. D-A-T-E. So get up, get showered and let's get moving!"
"A.." Slowly the agreement from Monday afternoon came back to him and Roxas sighed, falling back onto his bed. "Couldn't this wait for a later hour?" The soft sound of pattering against his window drew Roxas's attention and the blond waved a hand at the glass. "Or a different day? It's pouring outside."
The deep chuckle from the red-head caused Roxas to frown and he looked up in time to see Axel pulling off one of his ever-present gloves, tapping each finger against his thumb. "Silly Roxas," Axel hummed, smirking down at the boy. "Leave it to me."
Present…
And the next thing he knew Roxas was standing, fully dressed and feeling showered though he knew he hadn't left bed, with said items in his grip.
Looking down at himself Roxas took note of familiar tan and black cargo pants, black and red sneakers firmly on his feet. A black zip-up shirt showed under his short-sleeved jacket, checkered pattern running along his shoulders and chest. He even had rings in his coin-grasping hand, one black and one white on his middle and pointer fingers.
"Am I good, or am I good?"
Looking up slowly from himself Roxas took in Axel's on appearance, rather surprised to find the dark hooded jacket missing. In its place the red head wore a pair of blue denim jeans, cut and frayed at the knees and a white tank top with a black and white checkered button up thrown over his shoulders. A pair of black and white runners replaced his usual boots, mix-match laces disappearing at the mouth of the jeans.
Axel even had a few accessories of his own; a pair of red-tinted sunglasses which were currently held captive in his vivid locks and a chain that hung to mid-chest, a pair of what looked to be circular weapons linked together on the interlaced metal. The flicker of light reflecting off of the chakrams alerted Roxas to movement and he had just enough time to jerk back as the tall male leaned over him.
"Why Roxy, you're speechless! Awed by my amazing power? Wooed by my charm?" Axel grinned, bent at the waist to hover inches from the blonde's face. "Because if you think this is impressive-"
"Where are we?" Roxas ignored the momentary blank look and crossed his arms - rather tricky with his hand held items. "There's no way that we're still in Twilight Town. I didn't hear anything about any carnival coming through."
The blank look was replaced with a cocky grin at Roxas' words, Axel straightening and raising one hand to brush imaginary lint off of one shoulder. "Well, seeing as I have awesome magical powers and all - really kid, you should take advantage of this more often - I thought a trip to Radiant Gardens would be best for this date."
"…Radiant - Gardens?" As in three hours on the train, two hours on a ship and a half a day drive Radiant Gardens. Roxas had only been to the city twice to visit family but the trip was a pain in the rear. "Are you serious?"
"As a heart-attack," Alex replied with a careless grin, moving to loop an arm around the blonde's shoulders. "So what say you and me hit up some rides?" Roxas was already being steered in the direction Axel wanted, moving to what appeared to be a blue and red metal deathtrap of a roller coaster. "Feel free to hang on to me if you get scared."
"I-" Roxas wanted to protest - hell, he wanted to set his foot down, demand to be taken back home and wait like a normal teen for a nice day to go out - but…it was a nice day. And Roxas loved going to fairs and amusement parks. The only time he had a chance to was if he happened to be visiting his cousin in Radiant Gardens in the summer months or the once a year carnival that came through Twilight Town. And since they were already there…
Pulling away from Axel after he shuffled the blond to the front of the line (surprisingly with no complaints - then again, Axel did have the benefit of magic and had probably tricked everyone into thinking they were first all along) Roxas pulled away, noting the pout he got for the motion before shoving the bag and snack into Axel's grasp. "I want both of those back when we get off," he said with a smirk, climbing into the front seat.
Axel stood frozen for a moment before a grin spread full-force across his lips, clambering in after the teen. "Whatever you say, Roxy," he agreed, glad that things seemed to be going well for once.
After their first ride (and Roxas got over his laughing fit - the roll of pink sugar fluff hadn't lasted the ride and ended up streaking Axel's face and hair pink) the blond got more into things, demanding they hit The Sea Witch coaster next, followed by Capitan Hook's Rocking Rowboat water ride. There was group going in to Oogie Boogie's House of Horrors and so the pair tagged along, Roxas snorting in laughter whenever one of the mechanical 'horrors' popped up and the group of girls ahead shrieked in fright.
All in all, Roxas was having a blast. Surprising to him, Axel was on his best behavior and hadn't done anything more than grabbing his hand to drag him towards one ride or the other, free arm pointing and waving. "Aladdin's Magic Carpet Escape looks bad-ass!" The red head had said with an eager excitement, eyes twinkling as he tugged the blond along. The 3-D, frenzied ride through the Cave of Wonders. It rated in the top three, in Roxas's opinion, and it wasn't long after that the teen's stomach begun to demand nourishment.
After a lunch of chili dogs, French fries and a large soda it was off to the games, the pair ducking into the first Arcade tent they saw and making good use of the bag of tokens. Roxas went straight for the fighting games, kicking the crap out of several contenders before someone with just a bit more skill (read: cheesed the crap out of him) took over his title.
"That so isn't fair," the blond complained as he grabbed his acquired tickets and stalked off, scowl on his face.
"Well, he probably gets off being a cheesing butt pirate anyway," Axel replied as he casually tossed an arm over Roxas's shoulders, grinning as the smaller male snorted in amusement. "Let him get his rocks off for now."
"Sure, sure. Hey a race!"
The end of the day was just as hectic as the beginning and by the time they had made their rounds through the gaming area, gone back for rides they had missed and had a greasy dinner Roxas was exhausted - but in a good way. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had so much fun just goofing off and it helped that he didn't have to worry about budgeting for anything.
Arms laden with a half-dozen stuffed animals he'd won (which would have been Axel's duty to hold onto were it not for the nearly Roxas-sized stuffed panda the red head won for him - the other toys he would give to his girl friends) Roxas was tired but happy, cheeks a bit sore from grinning so much. Axel looked more than a little ridiculous walking around with the panda on his back, hands holding on to the bear's arms. "Ready to go, Roxy?"
Too pleased to even correct the other Roxas nodded, moving close as Axel shifted the bear to tuck under one arm. Warm fingers curled at the blonde's elbow and not a moment later Roxas found himself standing in his room, blinking in the darkness, the soft sound of pattering against his window. /Oh, yeah; it was raining today./
Moving to dump the stuffed toys in his arms on his bed (made, strangely enough) Roxas turned to find Axel where he left him, panda in arm and watching him. The blond shifted, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Um…thanks. For taking me out." There was a curious twisting in his stomach though the blond fought it down, looking from Axel to the window. "I had a really nice time."
A huffed chuckle drew Roxas's attention back to see Axel smirking softly at him, walking leisurely towards him. "You know that's what girls say after their first date, right?"
Roxas bristled. "I'm not som-"
"I know." The deep, nearly purred words were enough to halt the blond in his tracks and he realized too late that Axel was way too close, bending slightly and leaving their faces just inches apart. "Do you know what else happens after a date?"
Breath hitching Roxas stared, wide-eyed into intense green orbs. /Is this magic?/ No, Roxas knew the answer to that before the question was finished. The feelings bouncing around in his chest and stomach were the same he got every time the red head drew near only it was different now, no joking or ill will between them. The blond realized that Axel wasn't moving and that left the choice up to him; step back? Or…
Slowly, cautiously, Roxas tilted his head upward, a hand sliding out of his pants pocket to reach up and press against Axel's shoulder as an anchor. Blonde tipped lashes fluttered shut as lightly puckered lips pressed against warm thin ones, heat seeming to seep into the blond from the connection and warm his very core.
It was soft, it was sweet and infinitely better than any past kisses Roxas had before. When the smaller of the two did pull away and open his eyes the normally laughing green eyes were warm, lips still upturned at the corners but in a soft smile rather than a smirk.
Roxas licked his lips, still tingling from the kiss. "Is - that what you wanted?"
Axel seemed to consider for a moment before leaning in to bump their foreheads together gently. "It'll do for now." There was a flash and suddenly Roxas was standing alone in his room, giant panda somehow in his arms and warm to the touch.
The dreams stopped after their 'date' night. It was as if Roxas had come to terms with things (sort of) so his subconscious decided to stop screwing around and actually let him rest. Surprisingly Axel didn't do anything more than touch his arm, back or shoulder every now and again afterwards and Roxas wondered what his intensions were. The guy had been pawing at him ever since he'd touched that box - was he not interested now that he'd gotten what he wanted?
The rest of the semester passed in a blur and Roxas found himself staring out his window, eyes fixed on the tiny white flakes drifting down from the heavens. Though Twilight Town did get cold in the winter it rarely snowed, let alone enough to stick around.
"Why don't you go out? You look like you want to."
Only flinching slightly at the sudden voice from behind Roxas shook his head. "There's no point," he replied, a somewhat dejected tone to his voice. "It's not thick or heavy enough to stick. It's not even coating the sidewalk." True enough the small fluffs were melting as soon as they touched a surface, leaving it damp enough to soak up another soon after.
A leather-clad arm draped over his shoulder and Axel peered out at the snow with him, humming softly. "I could change that, ya' know," he said casually, looking down at the blond. "Snow's not my thing personally, but making it kick up a notch would be cake."
"Really?" Surprised blue eyes went from the window to the smirking red head, glancing through the glass once again at the pathetic-looking flakes. There was no way it would keep up for long on its own. "I thought you could only do things for me."
Reaching up Axel lightly tapped the blonde's nose, smirk growing as he made a face. "This is for you, blondie," he pointed out. "You just have to say the magic words."
Rubbing his itchy nose Roxas considered, exchanging another look between the two before fixing his gaze on the tall male. "Axel, I wish there was more snow - enough for a white Christmas."
For a moment all Roxas could see were laughing green eyes, intense irises seeming to fill his vision until the world was tinted emerald. Then something cold and wet struck his face and Roxas blinked, reaching up to wipe it away. Was there a leak?
Looking up blue orbs went wide before a hand moved quickly to protect his face from the falling snow. "How…" Roxas was outside. Behind his house, actually, standing where he had only seconds ago been looking out and dressed in enough layers that even his mother would be pleased.
"What? You act like you've never seen snow before!"
Drawing his eyes away from the heavens and his house Roxas turned to see Axel standing a few steps away from him, fists on his hips and grinning. The blonde's gaze was soon wandering again, though, looking down his block - then up the other way. Everywhere he could see there was at least a half-foot of snow and the flakes were big, fluffy beasts, quite unlike the tiny little pinpricks that it had been before.
"You did - all this?" Pulling his eyes away from a buried car Roxas stared at the red-head, steam following each breathed word.
"Your wish is my command," Axel replied, putting an arm in front of himself in a mocking little bow. The blond stared at him for a long moment, cheeks flushed from the cold. A slow, steady smile begun to stretch at Roxas's lips and it was all Axel could do to keep from tackling the teen onto the untouched powder, heart doing a queer little stutter.
"You're amazing," Roxas breathed before turning away, dropping to his knees. Axel felt a welling of pleasure as well as self-satisfaction to of made the blonde so happy.
If this keeps up, things will be moving along faster tha-
"Think fast!"
It was hardly a warning and the snowball hit Axel full in the face, red head squawking in protest before quickly wiping the cold fluff away. "HEY!" Roxas was laughing and ran for cover at the side of the house so Axel bent, scooping up as much snow as he could with one hand before giving chase. Soon the two had a full-on snowball-war going, the pair's laughter echoing in the quiet streets.
By the time Roxas got too cold to keep playing both yards and sides of the house had been thoroughly trampled, dips and rolls in snow showing where they had scooped and tumbled the most. The large flakes had gone back down to the light, barely-there ones but that was alright; it was likely to stay cold enough for most of it to still be around for Christmas.
"Roxas?" Unwrapping the scarf from around his neck and pulling off his hat Roxas stomped his feet on the mudroom's carpet, shaking what he could of the snow off of his clothes. Axel had disappeared after the blond mentioned going inside and Roxas knew he would be waiting in his room.
"Yeah mom, it's me."
A smallish woman with dirty-blond hair poked her head into the room from the hall, blue eyes wide with surprise. Roxas had always thought his mom looked like a pixie though he would never admit it aloud as doing so would be like saying the same for himself, as he was hardly a hair's breath taller than her.
"I didn't even hear you come down! I should have known you would be out in the snow." Though her tone came out somewhat scolding there was a smile on her lips. "Hungry?"
"Starving," the teen agreed, finally stripping off the outermost of his layers and boots. Soon Roxas was full of warm tomato soup and grilled cheese and was sent away to allow his mother to finish up some Christmas baking, planning to sneak down later and steal some gingerbread men.
Flicking on the light to his room as he slipped inside Roxas closed the door behind him, looking around. "Axel?" The lanky male was no where to be seen and Roxas moved to the box where the other usually resided, closing his eyes as he opened it. "Can we talk?"
Even with his eyes closed Roxas could see the flash of color that preceded Axel's appearance, lashes parting as the light faded. The red-head was more casual than he had been earlier, a cream colored long sleeved top with black stitching and a pair of faded jeans making up his outfit.
"Miss me already, Roxy?" Though Axel's tone was light and that ever-present cocky grin was there Roxas noticed dark circles under the other's eyes, unseen when they were out and about in the snow.
"Hey, are you okay?" A concerned frown tugging at his lips Roxas studied the other more closely. "You look wiped."
Axel shrugged. "No biggie. Some elements come more easily than others - I'll be back to 100% with some rest."
The blond didn't look convinced and studied Axel for a long moment before reaching forward, fingers grasping the hem of his shirt. For a moment Axel was too surprised to react and stood as the teen tugged the soft cotton material up. "Strip."
"Man you're hot when you get all demanding," Axel murmured as he moved to comply, missing the eye-roll as the top was pulled over his head.
"It's not like that, perv." Taking the top Roxas brought a hand out to press against the other's chest as he tried to grab at him. "You're sleeping in my bed. It's got to be way more comfortable than being in some cramped little box."
Axel paused, considering. The box wasn't cramped at all - he could change his form and actually regenerated more quickly when as mist - but telling Roxas that would be no bed. And Axel doesn't let an opportunity slip by un-grasped.
"Will you lay with me? For sleep," Axel added quickly as Roxas opened his mouth. "It's always easier to settle in with someone to tuck in against."
Frowning Roxas started to disagree, then sighed. Really, after all that the red-head has done for him - from saving him from Hayner to their date-day to the snow, not to mention all the times Roxas had forgotten a project or book at home and had it zipped to him - having a nap with the other was the least he could do.
"Yeah, sure. Keep your hands above the waist or I'm kicking you out on your ass."
"Agreed," Axel replied quickly, snapping his fingers and making his pants and stripped shirt disappear in a shower of sparks, as well as Roxas's. It left him in a pair of hunter green boxers, Roxas's own yellow boxer-briefs with deep blue lining.
"I really wish you wouldn't do that," Roxas said as he looked down at himself, walking over to the bed. "It makes me feel like you're undressing me."
"But I did!" The chipper reply was met with a glare and Axel held his hands up. "Alright, alright. No stripping Roxas without permission. Anything else?"
"That's all for now," the blond grumbled, pulling back the covers for his bed. Climbing in as the light flicked off Roxas inched over to the far side against the wall before Axel crawled in after him, drawing the covers back up. A strong, lanky arm snaked its way around the blonde's waist and Roxas was pulled forward before he could crock a protest, his own chest pressed against Axel's with his nose just shy of the other's collar bone.
"This is better," Axel murmured, a leg shifting to rest between Roxas's own. He was still then, each muscle slowly relaxing until Roxas could only hear the steady beat of his heart and slow, even breathing.
Laying still for a long moment Roxas eventually relaxed, tucking his head underneath the red-head's chin and hesitantly resting his arm around Axel's waist as the other was doing with him. I am kinda sleepy… Moments passed before Roxas's own breathing evened out, fingers curled at Axel's lower back. He couldn't see the slight tugging at the corner of the red-head's lips, a ghost of a half-dreamed smile.
It was too hot.
It's too hot… Struggling against the warm thing clinging to him Roxas pushed and kicked, movements feeling slow and languid as if swimming through pudding. Eventually the snug, clinging thing was stripped away and the blond sighed, comfortable once again.
Roxas didn't know how long he drifted, much cooler and relaxed in the comforting darkness before he felt it. A light, ghost of sensation against his right shoulder that trailed from the end of it, along the dip of his collar bone then to the end of the other shoulder.
The light touches didn't stop there. Soon it was drifting along his sides, making the blond whine and squirm as a ticklish pleasure danced across his skin. The motions continued, tracing lazily up and down, up and down, before drifting up and continuing on, back to his chest.
A low, muffled gasp of pleasure was pulled from parted lips as the gentle touches moved across Roxas's chest to his left nipple, teasing the bundle of sensitive nerves into hardness. It wasn't until the touch moved on to his other nipple followed by a warm, wet sensation at his neck that Roxas snapped awake, lips parting to shout though what came out was a loud, drawn-out moan of, "Axel!"
Roxas could feel the rumble of the other's chuckle against his neck and tried to swallow a groan as the red-head bit down, a high whine coming out instead. "Fuck, Axel - fuck!"
"Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?" The words were murmured against Roxas's neck and Axel twisted the teen's right nipple back in forth between his thumb and forefinger at the same moment, the jolts of sensation enough to turn Roxas's scathing reply into a groan. "That's it, Roxy. Let me take care of you."
"Oh my - fucking hell, Axel!" Tone somewhere between highly pissed-off and highly aroused Roxas struggled with words, unaware of his hands burying themselves in the mass of red hair. "You were freaking molesting me in my sleep!"
Roxas grit his teeth against a disappointed whimper as Axel paused, head raising to meet lust-filled blue. "You were moaning my name," the red-head said slowly, green orbs seeming to glow in the darkness of the room. "And rocking against me. I would have jerked you off right then, if you hadn't made me promise to stay above the waist."
I should have made him promise to keep his hands to himself - or at least finish what he starts. Pushing the thoughts away Roxas licked his lips, looking away as the other's gaze was drawn to the motion. "I was?"
"Oh yeah." The words were breathed against his chest and Roxas stiffened as a wicked tongue rolled over a already taunt nipple, causing him to writhe under the other. "I got hard just listening to you."
Swallowing hard Roxas gasped for breath, heart racing in his chest. He was horny as hell but damnit, getting felt-up in his sleep was not the way he'd wanted his first time to be!
As if sensing his thoughts Axel looked up, his own eyes dark with lust. "I'll only go as far as you feel comfortable." Even as he said the words Roxas could feel an insistent hardness against his thigh, shifting against him as Axel rocked his hips. "Just - let me touch you. Please."
Long fingers were already moving again, trailing down then up Roxas's free side. The sensation was more sensual than tickling at the moment and Roxas tilted his head back, body shivering under the sensation.
"Let me touch you," Axel purred again, trailing little nips and kisses across the blonde's chest and to the other nipple. "Let me worship you. I am yours, Roxas. Let me show you how good it can be."
The trailing hand dipped low, then, tracing just under the waistband of the too-tight briefs that the blond wore.
That did it. "God yes," Roxas groaned, fingers digging in to Axel's scalp as he arched. "Please…"
It was more than enough encouragement for Axel. Shifting to balance on his knees and free up both hands Axel reached for the waistband of Roxas's briefs, lips claiming the blonde's in a heated, feral kiss. Roxas responded with just as much fever and groaned in relief as his length was finally freed from its confines, cool air doing little to calm to heat across his skin.
Soon the offending material was tossed away and Axel broke the kiss, pulling off his own boxers. Roxas had a half-moment to wonder about this before Axel shifted between the blonde's thighs, parting them with his own knees before reaching down to take a hold of sun-kissed knees. It wasn't until his legs were lifted and spread that Roxas felt a kick of fear, starting to squirm. "Axel, I don't-"
"I know." The low, rumbled words gave little reassurance but as Roxas met deep green orbs he could see the other was sincere. "We're not going all the way - not today."
Relaxing a touch Roxas sat back, cheeks flushed. The position Axel had his legs in left the blond feeling embarrassingly exposed and open for the eager eyes and he looked away, closing his own and trying to work on evening out his breathing. Then warm, slick fingers took hold of his need and Roxas gasped, hips jerking into the stroking palm. "Axel…"
"Mm - not like that, either." The tone was lightly teasing and Roxas rocked his hips until the fingers moved lower, thighs quivering as the teasing digits caressed his sacs. Then Axel was moving forward, guiding himself with one hand to press their lengths together while the other held up Roxas's left leg, the other limb wrapped around a slender waist.
Then he moved.
Roxas wasn't sure what to expect. He had jerked off before, like any average teenage boy. He had even done so with lotion, in the bath and while watching porn. But what he was feeling…
"A-Axel!" The stuttered gasp burst out before Roxas realized he'd opened his mouth and his fingers clutched at the rumpled sheet underneath him, lips parting in an 'o' of pleasure. The oil had done wonders for making each thrust of Axel's hip smooth and with little friction to drag, leaving him feeling just the pleasure of being touched. It was ten times - a hundred times - INFINETY times better than anything he could of imagined and Roxas briefly wondered if he had died and gone to heaven but the thought was pushed away as Axel snapped his hips forward, the other male's sacs rolling against his own.
"Ah - Roxas - fuck," the red-head cursed, gripping the teen's leg more tightly than he meant to. It just felt too good, feeling Roxas's cock against his own, his hand keeping them constantly together and hips driving them both mad. Roxas was moaning with each breath and when he ran out would do hitching little gasps that sent jolts of pleasure through Axel's core, singing through every nerve.
Roxas was melting. Or dying or frying but to hell with it because he felt too good to stop, fingers clenching and unclenching at his sheets without notice as his own hips rocked forward to meet Axel's. Roxas vaguely noticed the pressure or Axel's grip leaving his leg though it remained supported from underneath and nearly sobbed when fingers moved to roughly twist as his nipples, body arching and straining and shivering all at once. He could feel his end near, so close, right there-
"Cum with me, Roxas," Axel panted, feeling the tension in the other's form as well as his own, gaze watching the blonde's quivering muscles over sweat-slick skin. He was panting, his own sounds of pleasure hitched moans that were considerably lower than Roxas's own and he couldn't even make the effort to be thankful for putting the sound barrier around Roxas's room ages ago.
"I can't - fuck - Ah - Axel!" Body going tense Roxas stayed poised, body bow-tight and hovering for just a moment. Then he shuddered, jerking and moaning as he came, bitter, salty fluid coating his stomach and chest as he released.
"Yeah, that's it - uhnn - Roxas!" Hand continuing to jerk them both Axel came moments later, hips moving in tight jerks as his seed mixed with Roxas's own. By the time he finished Roxas had all but melted against his mattress and it was all Axel could do to keep from flopping down on top of him, shifting to the narrow bit of free space on the double bed before dropping down in a panting heap.
The pair lay there, gasping for breath for a few long moments before Roxas shifted, making a face. "Ugh, ew. Covered in splooge."
A tired chuckle came from the other side of the bed and Axel shifted, propping himself up on one elbow. "It's a lot better than some other things. Shower?"
Making a face at that comment the blond nodded though didn't move, clinging as best as he could to the post-orgasmic haze. "Hey, Axel?" Turning to see a thin brow arched in his favor Roxas continued. "So, why did you pull off our clothes rather than making them go away?"
The red-head blinked at that before his gaze shifted, seeming almost embarrassed. "I didn't want to ruin the mood," he muttered, scratching at his head with his free hand.
Roxas couldn't help but laugh. "You mean you didn't want me to change my mind." Axel grinned.
"That, too."
The pair lay there for some time, basking in the afterglow and exchanging quiet words with each other. It wasn't until Roxas begun to doze that Axel nudged the other to get him moving, two male heading into the bathroom for a much needed clean-up.
