Roxas leaned back, staring at the plastered white ceiling of his apartment. He drummed his fingers on the arm of the chair and sighed, glancing down at the blank computer screen before sighing again and moving his eyes back to the ceiling.
"If this paper is giving you so much trouble, why don't you just do it later?" Axel asked hopefully. Roxas had been preoccupied by this stupid term paper for the better part of three hours, and Axel was starting to wonder why he was still here – though at this point, the options were either stay, stare longingly at Roxas, and be bored, or go home, miss Roxas, and still be bored.
Besides, the first option had the – albeit slim – possibility of Roxas giving up and actually paying attention to his boyfriend.
"It's due in a week," Roxas pointed out. "And I've hardly started."
"Most people do these things the night before," Axel countered. "And you have three pages written already."
"Three pages of nothing, though. What the hell can you say about the evolution of democracy in ancient Greece?" Roxas groaned and leaned so far back in his chair Axel was sure that he was going to fall backwards. "God, my brain is going to explode."
Axel sighed and got up from his spot lounging on the couch, stepping up behind Roxas and putting his hands on his shoulders. Ice-blue eyes looked up at him in question, and Axel, unable to resist, leaned down and pressed a brief kiss to his lips. "So take a break," he whispered, his breath fanning out across Roxas's face. "The paper isn't going anywhere."
"Mmmm," Roxas hummed vaguely, his mind shifting between intense awareness of the warm hand tracing patterns on his waist and the feeling of Axel's lips brushing his and a little voice that was screaming about how Axel was distracting him again.
The voice got stronger until, finally, Roxas reached down and grasped Axel's hand, pulling it away from where it had been about to worm up his shirt. "Axel," he warned.
"Roxas," Axel said, dragging out the 'a' in what, coming from anyone else, might have been a whine. "I've been good, I haven't molested you all day..."
"So be good for a little longer?" Roxas pleaded. "I need to get this paper done." He said in a way that meant he had dug his heels in on this issue. Axel sighed and pulled away, missing the way the Roxas drooped a little when they were no longer touching. He glanced at the clock above the TV, which read '11:30 PM' in bright neon green. At this rate, not only was he not going to get any sleep tonight, he wasn't even going to get any sex out of the deal.
Giving up (for the moment), Axel went back to the couch and splayed himself out on it, picking up a random book from the coffee table and opening it just for something to do. At first he spent more time glancing at Roxas than actually reading, but the book was interesting enough to catch his attention. Interesting enough, in fact, that he didn't even notice Roxas had moved until the book was pulled from his hands and a pair of lips were pressed to his.
"Already... done with your paper?" Axel mumbled, the surprise of the kiss and the sudden (and welcome) change of mood throwing him for a loop.
"Fuck the paper," Roxas growled, settling himself on the couch so that he was straddling Axel. "I can't concentrate now anyways."
"Hmm," Axel hummed, reaching up and tangling his hands in Roxas's hair. "Good to know that I'm an effective distraction." He pulled his boyfriend down for a searing kiss, and conversation effectively ended.
Axel missed class the next day. Roxas ended up doing most of his paper the night before.
Neither of them minded.
A/N: It's cheezy, it's stupid, I pulled an essay topic out of thin air, and it's slightly more explicit than my previous chapters. Very... very slightly.
Please, review. I need the cheering up right now.
