"So what the heck to you propose to do now, Axel?" Roxas grumbled, looking at the man in the black shirt and black jeans leaning against the tower.
"Oh Roxy, did you think that my planning would be this bad the whole time?" At this Roxas muttered a "yes", but Axel just continued, ignoring the blond, "Of course I know what to do. I just... can't remember."
Roxas snorted, and kicked a bit off grass, his hands in his pockets. "While you think of a way to fix this, genius, I'm going to go sit." He motioned towards a bench, held out his hand to Axel.
"You're not mad, Roxy?" Axel said hopefully.
"'Course not." Axel breathed a sigh of relief.
"I already knew you were an idiot when I married you." Roxas teased, and even though Axel looked offended his still took the blonde's hand and followed him to the bench.
"Hey, this isn't a bad view." Axel grinned, leaning back and putting his arm around Roxas.
His smaller companion settled into his embrace, sighing. "Yeah, I figured you'd pull a stunt like this. Back when I was a kid here, Hayner, Pence and Olette and I couldn't always get up the tower. So we sat here, on this bench."
A smaller animal inside Axel growled a bit with jealousy, and he tightened his arm around the blue-eyed boy. Roxas, who knew just how envious Axel could get, chuckled a bit. "It's much nicer with you here, though."
Sighing with relief, Axel grinned. "Even if I'm an idiot?" he nuzzled Roxas's neck, nipping lightly just below the ear. Roxas groaned.
"If you start that up here, I don't think I can tell you no, Axel."
"Why would you want to stop?" Axel murmured, sliding his hands up Roxas's stomach under the blue polo. "I never liked the color blue on you. Perhaps you should take it off...?"
"Axel, my jeans are blue too."
Axel laughed, an almost chilling sound, but Roxas was suddenly warm from the fire-manipulator's touch. "You'll just have to take those off too, won't you?"
Without realizing it, Axel had practically pushed Roxas onto his back on the bench. and was hovering over him deviously, one hand braced over Roxas's head and the other slipping slowly up the polo. Roxas's hands, however, were struggling to unbutton Axel's shirt as quick as they could and slip under the black cloth. Roxas rolled his eyes as he stripped off Axel's clothes. "We're going to do it here, on this bench that holds so many childhood memories?" Roxas said sarcastically, trying to ignore Axel's very distracting hands.
The eyes that had drifted closed when Roxas had brought his hands up to a rather wirilly muscular chest opened thoughtfully, but were still clouded with lust.
"Yes, I'd say we are. You want to voice any complaints? Cuz if you do, we can just do it on the ground near the bench that holds so many childhood memories. You'd prefer that?" Axel growled, fighting his inner urge to just take Roxas here without listening to a word that the blonde said.