Whee, new chapter.
Okay, I just need to clear one thing up before we get on with the chapter. While the response to the lemon was overwhelming and very gratifying, there were a few people who were upset about Roxas being uke. As I mentioned in chapter fifteen, their roles are NOT FIXED. The two are too similar to force into seme and uke roles. So worry not, Seme!Roxas fans, he will get his turn!!
I was going to insert more citrusy goodness into this chapter, but I have had a shitty week at work and didn't feel up to writing another full blown lemon. You'll get some limey stuff though.
Also, I'm gonna bombard you with shit I know about boats. Be warned.
The song this week is 'Exhibition' by Falling Up. Look out for Falling Up towards the end of the story. One of their songs plays a VERY important role in the crux of the story (yes, there is more to the story than them getting together!! XD don't forget about our darling Seifer!!)
Disclaimer: Don't fucking own it.
Kiss and I Will Surrender
Seventeen
Exhibition
Roxas woke up alone.
When he had regained consciousness without opening his eyes, and rolled over to snuggle into Sora's back, he had been met with nothing but the sheets and pillows, and the breeze of the fan they had set up the night before.
His startling blue eyes snapped open immediately when his arms clutched onto thin air. For a few moments, he stared at the indent in the sheets where Sora had been sleeping only a few hours ago, squinting as sunlight barraged his vision. He clenched his fists open and closed, watching them with confusion as if hoping that Sora would materialise if he did so.
And then it dawned on him that Sora was gone.
He sat up abruptly and wished he hadn't. His insides felt like they had been drilled with acid and then set aflame. He let out a strangled moan and fell back on the sheets, his face scrunched up as he clutched at his pelvis.
Should have used lube, he thought absently beyond the pain. He let out a few short gasps as the sting flared for an instant and then receded a little.
Being more careful this time, he propped himself up on his elbows and took in the bedroom. The clock on the side told him it was just past ten in the morning. The blue walls swam like chlorinated water when the dappled sunlight hit them. Dust motes drifted in the beams of light. Everything felt very hazy and surreal, like a dream.
"Sora?" he choked out, finding his voice hoarse. He cleared his throat and then called out again in a louder voice, "Sora?!"
"Coming!!"
Roxas blinked and then flopped back on the bed bonelessly when he heard Sora's voice from the landing outside the room. He was being paranoid and irrational. Sora wouldn't leave him, especially not in his own parents' house. Having once sold his body for money, Roxas had some ingrained habits when it came to sex that were hard to remove – one of them was expecting the other person to be gone when he woke up. The other was expecting to see a pile of notes on the side. He looked at the nightstand just to check, anyway. It had been a long time since he had participated in free sex.
He was overwhelmed as he stared up at the ceiling by how scared he had been that Sora was actually gone. Who would have thought a screw in the sea would leave him all sentimental like some girl?
There was a knock on the bedroom door. "You decent?" Sora called.
Roxas rolled his eyes at the fish painted on the ceiling. "I hardly think it matters, Sora."
The door creaked open, and Sora sidled in with a blushing grin and a tray of breakfast items. "Hey," he murmured when Roxas lifted his head to look at him.
Roxas gave him a dry salute. "Hey yourself," he replied as the brunette walked over to the bed and set the tray on the night stand. Roxas eyed the coffee cups, the scrambled eggs and toast, the bowls of cereal, and looked at Sora incredulously. "You made breakfast?"
Sora's blush deepened to an endearing shade of rose as he scratched the back of his head. "Heh, yeah. I figured you might be hungry... and I woke up early so I went down and made some food for you." He watched Roxas struggle into a sitting position and frowned when the blonde winced openly. "Good thing I thought to bring this up, I see," he said, holding up a packet of super-strength aspirin.
"Well, at least I have proof it wasn't all a dream," Roxas commented dryly. He grabbed the box from Sora and proceeded to fiddle with the packaging whilst Sora organised the food for them. Roxas swallowed two of the pills and washed them down with hot black coffee, shuddering as the caffeine zipped into his blood stream and left him feeling instantly awake.
Sora passed him a bowl of cereal and then sat up on the bed with him.
"Sorry about your ass," he said around a mouthful of Coco Pops. Roxas coughed and nearly choked on his Sugar Puffs. Sora thumped him on the back and then went back to his cereal, not quite meeting Roxas's eyes.
"Um, s'okay," Roxas muttered, and devoted himself to eating his own breakfast.
Well, THIS is awkward.
"So I saw my Mom downstairs," Sora said suddenly. He had finished his cereal and put the empty bowl gingerly down on the bedspread. "She and Dad talked last night."
Roxas swallowed his mouthful thickly. "And?"
"Well, apparently after Dad practically had a heart attack, they chatted about us... and me in general... and he's agreed to keep his views to himself from now on." Sora grinned triumphantly as he reached over for his plate of scrambled eggs. The sun was filtering through his hair and despite the serious conversation, Roxas was trying very hard to resist salivating over the tanned boy in front of him.
There was silence for a few moments. Roxas wasn't sure how to react to what Sora had said. He barely knew Sora's dad, but he was fairly sure that he could be a nice guy underneath that tough exterior (why else would Sora's mom have married him?). He had proved that suspicion by surrendering so easily in a situation that had been known to rip many families apart permanently.
"Great," he said eventually, smiling weakly. He winced then as a twinge of pain shot up his spine. Sora bit his lip in worry.
"Was I too rough?" he asked nervously, his hand flitting out to rest on Roxas's. It was the first physical contact they had had that morning, and Roxas's skin burned pleasurably at the touch. He forced his smile to grow and turned his hand palm up so that he could curl his fingers around Sora's.
"It hurts, but it's kind of to be expected. You'll just have to let me top next time." He winked and Sora blushed furiously.
"Well, we did say that we would take it in turns," he muttered. He suddenly became very occupied with his eggs, poking them around his plate and distorting the smiley face he had drawn on them with ketchup.
Roxas smiled. He picked up their empty bowls and set them on the side, before leaning forward carefully and kissing Sora's cheek. Sora dropped his fork with a loud clatter and turned his head so that their lips brushed. Roxas nudged at the crease in the brunette's lips and Sora submitted to him without question, letting the blonde's skilled tongue sweep over his lower teeth before venturing further in to tentatively caress Sora's own tongue. Sora tasted like Coco Pops, an oddly fitting flavour for him.
They broke apart and rested their foreheads against each other, breathing softly.
"What are you doing to me?" Roxas murmured, and Sora shivered when the blonde's hot breath ghosted over his lips. He nudged his mouth forward and it connected with Roxas's again. Breakfast lay forgotten as Roxas crawled forwards, pushing Sora back until he was lying on the blue sheets. He placed himself between the brunette's legs, kissing him slowly and lazily whilst his hand threaded into Sora's hair. Sora whimpered beneath him and shifted his hips, rubbing their crotches together.
"Hey, don't make me fuck you," Roxas growled against his lover's lips, nuzzling Sora's face with his nose. Sora gave a mock gasp and pretended to look scared for a minute, before hooking his teeth onto Roxas's lower lip and tugging on it.
Roxas badly wanted to carry through with his threat, but he ached too much to do so. His libido wasn't being stimulated at all whilst his insides were like this. He was content to lie between Sora's legs and kiss him, taking his time to become reacquainted with his boyfriend's mouth. Sora seemed equally satisfied with this, wrapping his tan arms around Roxas's bare shoulders and kneading his back gently, massaging as they kissed and fought with their tongues.
The kisses eventually dissolved into nuzzling and snuggling, and Roxas was just about to fall asleep in the crook of Sora's neck when the brunette spoke in a serene, relaxed voice.
"So I was thinking we could go out to the island today."
"The island?" Roxas mumbled into Sora's neck, making Sora wriggle a little.
"Yeah, there's a little island about a mile out at sea that I used to go to all the time as a kid. I still go there, it's really nice and we can go swimming or just sunbathe or whatever." Sora's hand was stroking through Roxas's hair like he was a cat, tangling his fingers in the gold threads and then untangling them.
"No swimming," Roxas replied. There was no way he was going near salt water with the sting he was feeling right now. "But that sounds like a plan. How are we gonna get there?"
"By boat, of course," Sora replied. He gave Roxas a gentle shove and they sat up. Their coffee was cold and so were their eggs. Sora leaned over and grabbed a bottle of water from the floor, drinking half of it in one go before continuing as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "My boat should be fine."
"You have a boat?" Roxas asked, trying to keep the incredulity out his voice. Most kids were lucky to have a car, let alone a boat.
"Well, yeah. My Dad owns a boat company, remember?"
Oh yeah. That explained things.
They cleaned up their breakfast things, Roxas finding that the painkillers had kicked in a little, and then got dressed. Sora pulled on a red wife beater and white boardshorts that really accentuated his tanned skin. Roxas dressed in navy boardshorts and a black t-shirt with a chequered pattern running along the hem. They both appraised each other briefly before going downstairs to dispose of their plates and leftovers.
Sora's mom was in the kitchen, humming as she listened to the radio and did a crossword. The bread maker was churning in the corner and the room smelled of yeast. When the two boys walked in, she stood up enthusiastically, knocking her crossword to the floor.
"Sora! Roxas!" she squealed, and ran forward to envelop them in a tight hug. "How are my favourite son and his wonderful boyfriend?!"
Roxas didn't think his face could get any redder if he tried. Sora was wriggling in his mother's grasp, trying not to drop the tray of crockery he was clutching.
"Mom!" he whined in a very teenage fashion, ducking out under her arm and leaving Roxas to suffer the full brunt of the hug. The blonde's previous thoughts about his cheeks not getting any redder were disproved as Sora's mom made her cleavage acquainted with his face.
Sora loaded the dishwasher and Roxas was eventually released. "Just so you know," Mrs Leonhart said with a serious tone, grasping Roxas's shoulders and looking in his eyes fiercely, "I support you and Sora one hundred percent!"
"You do?" Roxas asked faintly, still reeling from the breast-smothering he had been treated to.
"Of course! Anybody can see how happy you make Sora! As long as my darling is happy, I have no problem with who he dates." She pinched his cheeks, an airheaded grin on her face. "Not to mention you're completely adorable!"
Roxas had to wonder if Sora's mom was secretly some sort of fangirl as she gushed over their relationship. The brunette in question had busied himself with something completely unnecessary to avoid being subjected to his mother's enthusiasm. There was no doubting where he got his puppy-like demeanour from.
"I'm just sad that this means I won't have grandchildren," Mrs Leonhart suddenly said, her face pulling into a devastated pout. "Well, of course I can still rely on Squall and Rinoa, but I always thought Sora would make a great Dad..."
"Mom," Sora said loudly. "It's a little early to be talking like that. We only just started dating."
His mother looked at him with wide eyes. "But you love each other! That much is evident!" she gasped, still holding Roxas by the shoulders. Both boys managed to choke on oxygen at that point.
"WHAT?!" Sora yelled, his face in his hands and positively glowing. Roxas was contemplating using the cleavage before him to either hide his own blush or smother himself. He looked tempted towards the latter.
"Oh, don't be so silly, boys," Mrs Leonhart sighed, finally releasing Roxas and going over to the bread maker to check the progress on her baking. "I'm a woman. I notice these things."
"We've known each other since Friday!" Sora practically shrieked. "That's not even a week Mom!"
Roxas looked caught between fight and flight, and by the way his eyes lingered on the window, he appeared to be leaning towards flight. He even took a step towards the window, as if preparing to dive through it.
Sora's mom rolled her eyes. "Time has nothing to do with love, Sora. If he's destined to hold the other end of your red string of fate, then you only need minutes to fall in love!"
"I think you've been reading too much Cosmo," Sora muttered. "We're going to the island."
"Oh, I made lunch for you two!" she cried, running over to the fridge and producing two lunch boxes. "I thought you would want to go out to the island today so I prepared some sandwiches for you." She handed them the Tupperware boxes, which had little pieces of paper with their names stuck to them. "Maybe you could take Squall and Rinoa?"
"Nah, I'm sure they'd rather do something on their own," Sora said. He thanked his mom for the food and then went to the airing cupboard on the landing to get some beach towels for him and Roxas. He bounded back downstairs and chucked Roxas a towel. "Right, we're off!"
"Be safe!" Mrs Leonhart called as she turned off the bread maker. The door slammed behind them and she smiled into the risen dough she was lifting from the machine. "Such darlings."
There was a little jetty on the other side of the road from Sora's house, where several ribs and powerboats were moored up. Sora told Roxas to put all their stuff in a sporty looking yellow speedboat that wouldn't have looked out of place at a waterskiing tournament. He set about doing various checks, putting fuel in the boat and pumping water from the engine, checking the oil and air pressure.
"So I guess you're pretty good with boats?" Roxas asked as he watched the brunette work. Sora was completely at ease as he prepped the boat, handling the machinery with effortlessness.
"Well, you kind of have to be with my father," Sora said as he bent over the engine, checking some dial or other. "Besides, I need to be good with them in order to get out to the island."
He slammed the engine cover shut and jumped into the driver's seat. Roxas sat down in the passenger seat which faced towards the back of the boat. Sora inserted a key into the ignition and the boat rumbled to life with a sputter and a growl. The brunette got back out of his seat and unhooked them from the jetty, pushing the boat away from the platform with his foot and then leapt back in the driver seat, pushing the accelerator lever forward a little and propelling them out of the shallows.
The water was the colour of a turquoise jewel and perfectly clear as the boat cut through it slowly. Roxas could see all the way to the sea bed, and watched as a long eel weaved in and out of some rocks. He trailed his hand through the water. It was icy cool compared to the blistering heat of the day.
Sora kept checking their depth on a gauge displayed on the dashboard, and once they were out deep enough, he warned Roxas to hold on and flattened the accelerator. Roxas yelped and clutched onto the nearest thing (which happened to be Sora) as the nose of the boat rose up and then ducked again, and then the boat was planing across the smooth waves and leaving the bay far behind.
"You can let go of me now," Sora chuckled over the roar of the engine as the boat flattened out. The wind was whipping his hair about his face and he had put some sunglasses on. He took his hand off the steering wheel and began to rummage around in the compartment by his feet. Roxas looked at him in alarm when he realised that nobody was steering the boat.
Sora rolled his eyes at the look. "Relax, the boat isn't going to turn anytime soon. As long as I keep a hand on the throttle we're perfectly fine."
"If you say so," Roxas muttered. He turned in his seat to look through the salt-smattered windscreen, watching buoys and swimming seagulls fly past them. He could see the island on the horizon, directly in their path.
Sora found what he was looking for and pulled out a bottle of sun cream. "Here, you're gonna need this," he said, chucking it to the blonde, "there isn't a lot of shade on the island."
Roxas took the cream and started to coat his pale skin in it. He was glad that Sora had remembered – his skin was already turning pink and they had only been outside for half an hour. Sora checked the compass and adjusted their course minutely. He was chewing on some gum and looked every bit the hot beach boy with his sporty shades. He'd also managed to remove his vest. Roxas found himself staring.
Sora caught the look and grinned devilishly. "See something you like?"
"Maybe?" Roxas replied, smirking back. Two could play at this game. He yanked his t-shirt over his head and dropped it on the seat next to him, enjoying the wind that hit his warm skin. His smirk widened when he saw Sora's jaw go slack.
"I'll never get used to that sight," Sora murmured, licking his lips appreciatively. "You're freaking gorgeous, you know?"
Roxas chose not to answer that. He scooted closer to Sora and leaned in close, inhaling the brunette's wonderful ocean scent. He felt Sora gasp as he took the brunette's earlobe between his teeth and bit down lightly.
"Concentrate on driving," he murmured, lifting Sora's hand and placing it on the steering wheel. He began to press kisses against the hot skin of Sora's neck, alternating between tongue and teeth as he worked over the flesh with his mouth. He could feel Sora's pulse on his lips as he skimmed over the brunette's jugular; it was beating irregularly, coupling with Sora's heaving chest and white knuckles as he clenched the driving apparatus and gnawed his lower lip.
"Roxas," he hissed as the blonde began to pepper the back of his neck with the same teasing kisses. The pale hands slid over Sora's shoulders and began to explore his exposed chest. The long fingers tweaked his nipples simultaneously, making Sora jerk in his seat and let out a strangled moan. Roxas smirked and bit down quite hard on Sora's shoulder, on the same bite mark he had made the previous night, as his hands travelled lower to sweep over the toned stomach that was twitching under his touch.
"You got some sorta... biting complex?" Sora gasped, unable to contain a hoarse moan when he felt Roxas begin to tongue the bite marks roughly, one hand dipping into the brunette's shorts to graze against his rapidly growing erection.
"Keep driving," Roxas snickered evilly, noticing that they were veering off course. Sora groaned and turned them back towards the island, which was getting very close now. Roxas wrapped his guitar-callused fingers loosely around the head of Sora's dick, still hidden inside his boardshorts, and loosely pumped it a few times. Sora shuddered, clenching the steering wheel even tighter.
"You're cruel," he whined. Roxas had moved to the side, still playing with Sora's hardening length, and was now kissing the tensed bicep he was presented with.
"Call it payback for screwing my ass," Roxas replied, leaning forward to capture one perky nipple between his teeth and tugged it slightly.
"You weren't complaining last night," Sora groaned. His cock was beginning to weep copious amounts of precum.
Roxas ignored him, instead leaning up to whisper in Sora's ear, "Ever gotten road head, Sora?"
Sora gasped, and then despite the teasing situation, retorted with "I'm not driving on a road though."
"We'll call this boat head then," Roxas replied, and ducked his head under Sora's arm, pulling his erection free and taking the head into his waiting mouth.
"Shhhhhit," Sora hissed, a dark 'v' shape forming between his eyebrows as he tried to concentrate on driving the boat. Roxas relaxed his throat muscles, and deciding to take Sora by surprise, deep throated him in one smooth movement, burying his nose in Sora's thigh.
The boat jerked violently and Sora shouted loudly, struggling to keep in control of the vehicle. Roxas pulled away from Sora's crotch and tucked the straining organ back into the brunette's shorts, patting the bulge with an evil smirk.
"Let's try and get to the island in one piece," was all he said before reclining back in his seat.
"You bastard," Sora growled, easing off the throttle as they approached the shallows of the island. A long jetty ran along the west side, and he put the boat into neutral, using only wave propulsion and the propeller to guide them slowly towards the pontoon.
"I would fuck you as an apology, but I don't fancy taking you dry," Roxas remarked. He stood up and grabbed hold of the clip on the jetty, attaching it to the nose of the boat as he had seen Sora do when he had unclipped them earlier. He then attached another to the back of the boat.
He didn't see Sora smirk and slip a jar of Vaseline into his pocket.
For the first hour or so, Sora gave Roxas a grand tour of the island. He showed him everything – the lookout with the paopu tree he always used to sit on, the hut he would hide from storms in, the skeleton of a raft he had tried to make, and the waterfall of freshwater. When they took of their shoes and stood in the shallows of the pool, letting the spray of the waterfall cool their overheated skin, Sora pointed to a shadowed entrance in the rock face.
"That's my secret place, none of the other kids knew about it," he said proudly. He looked like a kid himself – his eyes were wide with excitement and sparkled with nostalgia.
"What's in it?" Roxas asked, stepping through the shallows to take a closer look. The entrance was hidden by ivy and looked like it would be a tight squeeze, should they choose to crawl through.
"Oh, just a load of drawings I did on the walls and some mushrooms," Sora said. He had moved closer to the waterfall and was getting drenched with the spray, his hair sticking to his face. "I used to have a futon in there and everything."
Roxas climbed out of the pool and crouched down by the cave entrance. "Mind if I take a look?"
Sora looked at him with surprise. "Sure, if you can fit through..."
As it turned out, they both could (just about). After the entrance there was a winding tunnel that they had to crawl through on all fours. It was dark and wet and they moved quickly, coming into the main cave which was considerably drier and lighter because of a hole in the ceiling. A shaft of sunlight illuminated the centre of the cave like a spotlight.
Like Sora had said, there were crude drawings all over the walls, some which were clearly meant to be Sora and others of fish and mermaids and various other things. There was one drawing which was better than all the rest, a girl with shoulder length hair who looked suspiciously like Kairi. Upon closer inspection, Roxas found that Kairi's signature subtitled it.
"Kairi's been here?" he asked, tracing the drawing. Sora was rooting around in a corner where a small chest sat.
"Yeah," Sora called as he pulled an old picnic blanket from the chest. He checked it for moths and then spread it out on the cave floor, reclining in the spotlight of sun. "I showed her this place when she came to visit a few months ago."
"She's a much better artist than you it seems," Roxas commented.
"Hey! All of these drawings are from when I was a kid! You know I can draw well now!"
Roxas bent down and picked up a rock. "I know Sora," he said as he scoured the walls for some free space. "Guess I should leave my mark too, huh?"
"Go for it," Sora shrugged, and he lay back on the blanket, tugging his shades down as the sunlight hit his face. Roxas was no artist, so he just drew a crude stick figure picture of himself with a few musical notes around the figure, and then signed it with his swirly signature.
"Now I'm part of your secret place," he said, and he was shocked at the amount of pride that situated his voice.
"Sweet," Sora responded sleepily. He felt the air stir next to him as Roxas flopped down beside him.
"I'm really jealous of you," Roxas admitted after about twenty minutes. He was lying on his side and stroking his fingers up and down Sora's bare stomach, enjoying the ticklish reactions he got.
"Why?" Sora giggled as he flinched again.
"You had such an awesome time growing up," Roxas said, gesturing to the cave. "I wish I had had something like this when I was little. Maybe I wouldn't be so..."
"Emo?" Sora supplied helpfully, earning himself a sharp flick on the nose.
"Shut up," Roxas muttered, rolling onto his back.
"Aww, I didn't mean it Roxy!" Sora pouted, scrambling on top of the blonde and straddling his chest. Roxas looked at the wall, pouting. Sora started to bounce up and down on his chest, forcing wind out of the boy's lungs and producing a funny wheezing sound from his.
"Sora!" he choked out, "the ribs!"
Sora stopped immediately. He had completely forgotten that Roxas still had fractured ribs and a more than likely broken wrist. Seifer's attack seemed so long ago, even though it had only been five days previously.
Roxas blinked several times as he got his breath back and tried to force back the flaring pain in his ribs. It subsided after a couple of minutes, and when he had the sense of mind to use his vision, he saw Sora leaning over him with a guilty, concerned expression.
"I'm fine, don't worry," he assured him. When Sora still looked worried, Roxas pulled him down for a forceful kiss, his tongue dominating Sora's to show him that he was, as he said, perfectly fine. Sora mewled into the kiss as Roxas's tongue fucked his mouth, his fingers already finding Roxas's hair.
"God, what I wouldn't give to fuck you right now," Roxas groaned as he pulled out of the kiss. Sora's submissive noises were rousing his previously inert libido. He could already feel himself getting hard in his shorts. But he refused to take Sora dry. For some reason, fucking Sora seemed like a bigger deal than getting screwed by the brunette. Perhaps it was to do with Roxas's sexual experience, although granted it had been his first time with a man as well, but Sora just seemed a lot more innocent than Roxas. The blonde supposed that, deep down, he had let Sora take him first because the brunette was purer than him. If that made any sense.
Sora smirked and reached into his shorts, producing a small white tub as well as a couple of silver foil packets that could only be condoms. "I came prepared this time."
-insert shit-eating grin here-