O: official

"So, uhm… who should we tell first?"

"Well, according to Demyx, everyone already knew," Axel chuckled, "except for us."

"Right." Roxas smiled an embarrassed smile. He then looked at Axel sheepishly. "So, since we're now 'official' and all, I can do this," Roxas kissed the redhead, "whenever I want, right?"

The other man smiled. "Yeah, I don't see why not. Can I do this," he squeezed Roxas's ass, "whenever I want?"

Roxas grabbed the hand to pry it off. "Well, no, but I don't think that'll stop you."

"Just checking," Axel sighed. He ran his hand up and down Roxas's side. "I didn't really think we'd get this far, you know? It's like graduating. When we started school, we think, 'Nah, we'd never get that old; we'd never get that far.' And suddenly you're handed a diploma, you're taking pictures with the folks, and when you're driving home, you realize: you made it, you did it. So… what do you do now?"

"Well, normally by this time, you had already applied and were accepted into college—"

"Shut up, you know what I mean." Axel frowned. "And here I was, trying really hard to sound philosophical and smart for you."

"You know you don't need to do that for me." Roxas rolled across the bed into Axel's arms. "And that's what's so perfect about our relationship now. We don't have to go through that awkward stage of putting on airs for the other person only to slowly reveal how not-perfect we really are. We already know the other's flaws. Now we just reap the benefits: the sex, the making out, holdings hands," he turned to look at Axel, "we get to hold hands now!"

The redhead looked at Roxas incredulously. "You are so gay."

"What, haven't you always wanted to hold hands?" Roxas asked, ignoring the obviousness of his accusation and grabbing one of Axel's wrists. He laced his hand with Axel's. "I know I have." He smiled warmly. "And look, they fit together so nicely."

The taller man kissed one of Roxas's knuckles. "This doesn't really change things, does it?"

"Nope." After a moment of comfortable silence, Roxas finally spoke up. "I think I know who we should tell first."

Axel was writing his name on the blond's chest when he asked, "And who's that?"

"Ourselves. It took four fucking years to get to this point. We at least owe ourselves some verbal congratulations."

The redhead agreed. "Mmm-hmm. We're a couple. Finally."

"Finally."

A/N: This sounds like the ending to a drawn-out, terrible fanfic that's filled with nothing but dialogue. I always really enjoyed pillow talk.

Maybe something smutty with "P." lolololz i cud always do "porn"!