Roxas let himself into Axel's apartment. Well, technically his uncle's apartment - not that Roxas had ever met the guy. His best friend wasn't in the messy living room or the pristine kitchen, or smoking on the balcony, so headed straight into the bedroom.

Axel glanced up as he came in the bedroom door. He was sprawled on his single bed, pale skin flushed with blood, making him splotchy pink in places. Shirtless, the only item of clothing he was wearing were soft sweatpants, yanked down to his knees. One hand was wrapped around his long, skinny cock - rock hard and already dripping with fluid.

Roxas grinned. "Were you expecting me?"

Axel made a soft 'haah' noise and resumed his slow, intense pumping motion. "No, but get over here anyway."

Roxas unzipped his jeans and tugged them off, stepping out of them as he made his way over to the bed. There wasn't really room for them both on the bed, but that only meant their bodies were pressed deliciously close. He pushed Axel's hand away, and took over the task at hand himself.

The redhead's Macbook was open at the end of the bed, and Roxas caught a glimpse of a facebook photo post before one of Axel's long feet closed the lid as he arched into Roxas's touch.

Roxas finished him off quickly, not sure how long he'd been going for before he arrived. Then he cleaned his hand off in the closet of a bathroom connected to Axel's room.

When he came back, Axel was dressed back in his sweatpants again, Macbook balanced lazily on one knee. Roxas settled next to him, peering at the screen. "Oh, hey. Are they Pence's pics from the party?" He asked, resting his head on Axel's sweat-slicked chest.

"Yeah," the redhead said, his voice lazy and content. Like always, post-orgasm. "You should look at them, might jog your memory about the night."

"Oh god, what did you find?"

The lips turned up in a smug smirk. "Hayner isn't the only one who did a striptease playing Truth or Dare."

Roxas hid his scarlet blush in Axel's arm. "Why are there photos?"

"There's a video," the redhead corrected.

"I can never look at Pence ever again," he complained.

Axel snorted. "It's not like you don't get naked regularly on the weekend," he teased. His hand shifted down, rubbing Roxas's half-hard dick through his boxers. "Want me to take care of you? That's what you came over for, right?"

"Mm," he arched into the familiar touch. "No, but since when have I ever said no to you?"

Axel's hands were warm - almost too hot against the sensitive skin under his boxers. But they settled around his erection and it was warm and right. He settled into the usual steady stroking motion. "Did you need something else then?" He asked.

Roxas nudged his head aside with his nose, burying his face in the crook of Axel's neck. His hips rocked up into Axel's grip, and he panted against the warm skin. "Came to use your - ah, yesss like that - use your wifi."

He only got a hum in response to that. The deep voice rumbled through Roxas's lips and he gasped.

The redhead didn't tease him for long.

Roxas clung to him a few moments as he came down, then sat up so Axel could go clean his hand. He tugged Axel's Macbook closer, opening a new tab. "Where's your uncle?" He asked, lying on his stomach as he pecked letters into the google search.

"Working," Axel replied, flushing the toilet and coming back out.

His uncle was always working. Roxas and Sora thought the man probably worked three jobs to keep them afloat. Their apartment was in a slowly gentrifying neighbourhood, but it was nice. Axel never had lunch at school, but he always had cash to spare for the weekend - and fuel in his beat up old project car.

Axel settled back on the bed against the headboard, trapping Roxas against the wall with his long, lanky body. "What're you looking up?"

"Movie times," he answered, scrolling through the cinema page. "I'm taking Naminé to the cinema tonight."

There was an odd silence that followed his comment. When he glanced back at Axel, the redhead wasn't looking at him as he pulled on a shirt from the bedpost.

"What?"

"Nothing." He settled back down, grabbing his cigarette case and slipping a white stick out. He lit it up and took a deep breath of the smoke. "Kairi bully you into taking her on that date you promised?"

"She might've texted to remind me," Roxas replied, returning his attention back to the screen. "I don't suppose Naminé will want to see Zombie Werewolves From Jupiter Ⅲ, do you?"

Axel huffed. "You said you'd go see that with me," he said sulkily.

"Yeah. You're right, I did." He grunted and scrolled past it. "I suppose I could take her to the new Midknight movie," he said with distaste.

"Whatever," Axel said, taking a deep breath. "It's a date isn't it? She'll want to see something shitty and romantic right that."

"What's romantic about vampires?" Roxas muttered, taking out his phone to text Naminé and organise the time to meet her there.

He sat up after and groaned. "Going already?" Axel asked, roving his eyes over Roxas's body.

"Yeah." He leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to the chapped lips before he exhaled. He hummed with interest. "New blend?"

"Mm. Ran out of Paopu." Axel exhaled, the smoke curling around them as he kissed him deeply. "Enjoy your shitty movie."

"See you at school tomorrow, Axe."