AN: This would be a chapter that would fit into the "M" rating. Swearing and sexual content ahead.

"Roxas, give me my clothing back!"

"I left you some clothes!"
"These aren't my clothes these are ... Roxas! Dammit, come back!"
Grinning and running with a bundle of his best friends clothing, Roxas made his way into the hotel's bedroom and put them under the bed, along with Axel's suitcase. Coming out with just a towel on, Axel looked at his best friend with an amused and annoyed look on his face.
"My clothing, please?"
"Wear what I left for you."
"No way."
"Why?"
"Because they're so ... small!"
"Come on! Those pants are too big on me and I'm sure they'd fit you, and my top ... will look nice on you. We are going to a club, you know."

Sighing in defeat, Axel shook his head and returned to the bathroom.
"I look stupid!"
"I'll be the judge of that, my dear."
Exiting the bathroom and glaring daggers at Roxas, Axel stood there and waited for Roxas to start laughing and taking pictures to use against him. Skinny jeans were never his thing, and even though these ones did fit, there wasn't much "breathing room". The top was a very bright blue t-shirt that Axel had seen Roxas wear a few times so it didn't fit ... at all. It was tight across his ... everything, and it showed some of his stomach. This was not Axel's look. Not at all.
"You look great! Let's go!"
Rolling his eyes, Axel picked up his wallet and blinked.
"I ... don't even have a place to put my wallet!"
"With that look you'll have guys buying you drinks."
Tossing his wallet to Roxas, Axel watched as he put it in his spacious pockets.
"You don't know what you have until it's gone, ugh."
"What was that?"
"Nothing, let's go."

Walking to the club wasn't as uncomfortable as Axel had thought it would be, but he did wish Roxas would stop lagging behind to look in shop windows. Once in the club, both of them stared at each other and looked around, not sure where to go first or what to do. Deciding that ordering a drink would be the best thing, they made their way over to the bar. Taking his wallet from Roxas, Axel took enough money to last him the night. Ordering his drink, paying and stuffing the rest of the cash back into his pocket, Axel gave Roxas back his wallet and looked around again.
"You know, we're at a party with flashing lights and Go-Go boys, you could have ordered something a little ... fancier."
Looking down at the glass of Jack and coke in his hand, Axel rolled his eyes and waved Roxas off.
"I'll order something with an umbrella the next time, okay?"

Taking a sip, Axel looked around and noticed that a few people were checking him out. Feeling the blush start to rise onto his cheeks, he continued to look around until his eyes rested on a very handsome man.
"He's checked your ass out like, six times, dude."
Shrugging, Axel turned to his best friend and smiled. Downing his drink and making Roxas do the same, Axel grabbed his hand and dragged him onto the dance floor. Axel wasn't sure if he was interested in the man across the room, but he did know he was interested in his best friend and dancing with him was a rare occurrence now, plus Axel never had the time to go clubbing or dance anymore so who better to enjoy the night with?

Their dance was innocent, they weren't grinding heavily and their faces weren't close together, but the heat was there. Shifting in this position, Axel made their crotches brush up against each other and smirked as Roxas glared up at him and gave him the finger.
"Aw, you know you love when I do that."
"I know another person who will love when you do that, too."
Blinking in confusion, Axel was just about to ask what Roxas had meant by that when he felt a pair of hands on his hips. Turning his neck to see the stranger, Axel raised an eyebrow and blushed as the handsome man grinned down at him. Turning back to Roxas, Axel gasped as his best friend winked and made his way back to the bar.

Feeling handsome man's breath on his neck, Axel shivered and turned in his arms, finally being able to see all of the man. Axel had guessed the man was 6'5, but that was all he could guess. He could tell by the t-shirt the man was wearing that he had a nice build, and his hair was black, but greying ... And his eyes were a very dark brown.
"I'm Landon."
Axel blinked and took the hand that was offered to him.
"I'm Axel."
Feeling Landon place his hand back on his hips, Axel shrugged and started to dance with the stranger and this time, it was anything but innocent.

Roxas watched his best friend and crush dance with some guy who, much to Roxas' disappointment, was very tall, very fit and very handsome. Taking a drink of his vodka and Red Bull, Roxas looked on and frowned. It was a stupid idea to make Axel wear those clothes, but he wanted to see how Axel looked in his t-shirt and the jeans. He knew those jeans would fit Axel perfectly and he had even pretended to be interested in the shops while they were walking up here just so he could stare at Axel's ass while he walked.

Growling and ordering a shot of tequila, Roxas downed it and looked around the room. No one interested him, no one except the redhead who was being dry humped in the middle of the dance floor. Roxas lost count of the shots he had ordered, but by now he was feeling pretty good, and pretty damn confident. Standing up, falling back onto the stool and standing up again, Roxas made his way to where his best friend and the tall guy were still dancing ... well, Roxas thought they were still dancing ... it did look a little like they were having sex.

Standing behind Axel and placing his hands above the strangers, Roxas glared at the tall male and began to sway his hips against Axel's ass, nipping at his shoulder blades.

Turning in Landon's arms, Axel looked down at his friend and grinned, obviously having had a few shots himself.
"Hey! Where you been, Rox?"
"Bar!"
Tilting his head so Landon could get to his neck better, Axel glanced over at the bar and looked at Roxas.
"His name is Landon! He owns the place!"
"Really?"
"Yeah!"
"Does he actually or is he just trying to fuck you?"
Roxas glared up at "Landon" and hoped the look he was giving was intimidating. By Landon's laugh, Roxas had guessed he failed.

Roxas lost track of time, too focused on grinding against Axel and glaring at Landon. He didn't like this guy at all. Raising an eyebrow, Roxas watched Landon reach into his pocket and take out a small bag. He could tell there were pills in the bag, but he didn't know what kind ... probably E though, most clubs had that shit.
"Here, take one."
Before Axel could object or agree, Roxas had stopped Landon's hand and shook his head.
"He's fine."
Rolling his eyes, Axel smiled at Landon and shrugged.
"He's protective."
"He's a brat."

Moving away from Landon, Axel turned and shook his head.
"Thanks for the dance, but I think the brat and I will be leaving."
Grabbing Roxas' hand, Axel made his way through the crowd of people and exited the club and breathed in the cold night air.
"What was that about?"
"You had a problem with him the whole time we were dancing and then he called you a brat ... I don't know why you didn't like him, but if you didn't then something was off bout' him."
"Oh ... yeah ..."
Axel wasn't sure if it was the night air, the coldness or the fact that he had actually walked, but the shots and whiskey he had in the club hit him and everything took a very interesting shape.
"You okay?"
"Hell yes. But I think I'm drunk."
"You think you're drunk?"
"Yeah."
"I think I'm drink too."

Giggling, Axel leaned against the wall.
"What?"
"You said you thought you were drink too."
"Drink? I said drunk."
"No, you said drink!"
Axel wrapped his arm around his best friend's shoulders and began to walk back to their hotel, both of them now giggling.

Getting back to the hotel was rather easy, they had only stumbled a few times and the most challenging thing was getting the key into the lock. Once in the room, Axel turned on the TV and gasping.
"Dude! It's nearly five in the morning!"
"For real?"
"Did you really just say "for real"?"
Snorting, Roxas nodded and flopped onto his bed. Laughing and sitting on his bed, Axel gasped and threw his pillow at Roxas.
"Let's play truth or dare!"
"What are we 16?"
"Shut up! Truth or dare?"
Sitting up and staring at Axel, Roxas shrugged and bit his lip.
"Dare."
"Okay ... I dare you to ... wear one of my t-shirts and nothing else."
"Is this payback?"
"Sorta."

Giggling and going under the bed, Roxas grabbed one of Axel's t-shirts, one that he knew to be long on Axel, and removed his own clothing, making sure Axel got to see everything before he put the t-shirt on.
"You look cute in my top."
Nodding, Roxas smirked, "Did you think I'd look awful? Truth or dare?"
"Dare."
"I dare you to ... remove your jeans and wear a pair of my boxers."
"Yeah, because that's such a scary dare."
Catching the boxers Roxas threw at him, Axel made quick work of his jeans and put on the boxers, muttering about how they were like boxer briefs on him.

They had been playing for 10 minutes, and by now Roxas had Axel's top pulled over his head to make it seem like a cape and Axel had no underwear on and his hair was in a pigtails.
"Truth or dare, Rox."
Roxas looked over at his best friend and smiled, glad that Axel was lying on his stomach so Roxas could see his ass perfectly.
"Truth."
"Why didn't you like Landon?"
"He was touching you."
"Touching me?"
"Yeah, dude. I mean, I usually try to hide my feelings for you, but the way he was practically fucking you on the dance floor ... it got to me, you know?"
Roxas felt his eye twitch as the realization of his words hit home. He had just admitted to Axel that he liked him. Dammit, he was never drinking again. Bloody truth serum.
"So ... you'd rather be the one doing that?"
"Forget I said anything. I'm tired now."
Rolling onto his side, Roxas shut his eyes and hoped Axel would drop it.

Feeling the bed dip and Axel's hands on his arm, Roxas knew that "dropping it" was probably not an option.
"Come on, you can't say something like that and then be all forget about it."
Turning Roxas onto his back, Axel climbed onto his lap and glared at the blond below him, whose eyes were now wide with a bunch of emotions Axel's not as drunk as before, but still pretty drunk mind couldn't pinpoint.
"What do you want me to say, Axel?"
"The truth?"
"Fine. Yes, I would have preferred it be me."
Nodding, Axel rocked his hips and watched as Roxas' eyes seemed to light up.
"What are you doing?"
"Figured since we both want the same, why not do it?"
Reaching over and grabbing the remote, Axel flicked through the channels until he came across the music section, grinning when he found some clubbish music.
"Perfect."
Placing the remote down, Axel placed his hands on Roxas' chest and began rocking his hips to the beat of the music, letting his eyes drift shut and biting his lip.

Looking up at Axel, Roxas raised his eyebrows and hoped that it wasn't the alcohol clouding Axel's judgement and that Axel really did feel the same ... But one thing was for sure, right now Axel was naked - with an erection, on his lap and grinding against him. Gripping Axel's hips, Roxas grinned and moved his hips against Axel's, making their movements opposite each other.
"Fuck, you look so good in my top."
Moaning, Axel moved and took both his and Roxas' penis into his hand, stroking them both at the same time and with the beat of the music.
"You gonna wear my clothes again?"
"Anything you want."

Stroking faster, Axel leaned down and kissed Roxas, savouring the taste of Red Bull and vodka. Feeling his orgasm approaching, Axel bit Roxas' bottom lip and tugged, making sure to look into Roxas' eyes while he did so. It was Roxas' turn to moan loud, briefly wondering how Axel knew that was a huge turn on for him. Squeezing Axel's hips and moaning his name, Roxas came with Axel's name on his lips. Axel came a second after, releasing Roxas' lip and burying his face in Roxas' neck. Neither of them had a chance to say anything to each other. They had fallen asleep not long after they came.

Groaning, Axel shifted and whined, wondering how he had fallen asleep kneeling.
"Rox?"
"No."
"Mornin', Rox."
Feeling Roxas tighten his hold around Axel's waist, Axel smiled and felt relief wash over him, knowing that last night wasn't just a drunken mistake.
"I have to move, my legs are killing me."
Feeling Roxas pout against his chest, but let his waist go, Axel smiled and moved off of Roxas and stood up, wincing at his legs got to stretch.
"What are you doing?"
"I've always wanted to hold your ass like this."
"So ... last night wasn't just, like, a one-time deal?"
Leaning closer and nipping at Axel's lower back, Roxas shook his head and smiled.
"No, not a one-time thing."
"Good. So ... does this mean we're dating now?"
"Yeah ... I think so."
"Awesome ... take me to lunch?"
Snickering and standing up, Roxas leaned down and opened his suitcase.
"... Will you wear another one of my tops?"
Pulling the light blue t-shirt off, Axel reached over and grabbed one of Roxas' t-shirts.

AN: I wonder if you can tell I like making Axel submissive. No? Cool. Also, not really sure if this is suitable for the "wearing each other's clothes" but this will do. I had different ideas and this one kind of ... happened so ... yeah.