"You lost the bet, you know the rules! Your outfit is on the bed."
Roxas groaned as he headed towards their bedroom. Giving one last pleading look to Axel, Roxas entered their room and felt his cheeks go red.
"Are you serious?!"
Walking over to the bed, Roxas picked up the off-black Lolita dress and held it away from him - looking the dress over. Putting it back down and glancing at the accessorise laid out, Roxas sighed and began to undress, cursing himself for making such a silly bet with his boyfriend.
"Almost done in there?"
Glaring at the door and snapping the clip-bow onto his hair, Roxas stood and almost toppled over - not experienced in walking with heels. Looking into their body length mirror, Roxas groaned loudly and knew Axel would have a blast with this. He was dressed in the off-black Lolita dress, black high heels that sort of looked like school girl heels, stockings, a pair of black lace gloves, a black lace collar and to top it all off a black bow sat on top of his head. Roxas huffed and stood in front of the door leading to his doom.
"Shut your eyes."
"What?!"
"Shut your eyes!"
"I'm shutting them for five seconds. One ..."
Opening the door and stepping out, Roxas glanced around and felt the urge to kick Axel in the shin rise. The loser of the bet had to clean the house in any style of clothing the other wished, but when Roxas went into the bedroom the house wasn't messy ... But it seemed Axel had been busy taking things out and putting items in the wrong spot.
"Did you do that on purpose?"
"Yeah."
Opening his eyes, Axel's eyebrows shot up as he looked at Roxas. His hunch was correct; Roxas looked adorable in Lolita dresses.
"Aww Roxas! You look so cute!"
Tossing Roxas a feather duster, Axel sat himself on the couch and smirked at his boyfriend. Not only did he win the beat fairly, but he was also getting payback from the time Roxas had made him wear a short skirt and half-shirt to the corner store. In heels!
Roxas caught the feather duster and shot Axel what he hoped to be a death glare. It earned him a laugh and a wink. He suspected that Axel knew he wasn't actually mad. They had been together for way too long to get mad at something this simple and well, fun. Roxas didn't make it a habit to dress like this, but it was fun when he did, plus, Axel dressed up for him too. It was one of their things.
Walking over to the DVD section, Roxas bent down and began picking up the DVDs Axel had scattered across the floor.
"Oh ... when did we get Over the Hedge?"
"Uhm, like a year ago?"
"Can we watch it when I'm done?"
"If you're good."
Tossing the DVD at Axel, Roxas laughed as Axel squeaked and hid his face.
"What else did you mess up?"
Nodding towards the jackets in the hallway, Axel smirked and set the DVD onto the coffee table. He didn't make that big a mess really, just things taken from their original place and set down on a table or counter. It wasn't like he messed up the dishes or anything major ... although he did put a cup in the sink, but that was only because the sink was empty.
Axel watched as Roxas' dress moved up as he bent over, exposing more of his legs in the process. Shifting on the couch, Axel adjusted his shorts and hoped Roxas wouldn't notice his erection. Sighing and knowing Roxas would spot his situation the moment he came into the living room, Axel stood up and walked into the kitchen, deciding that it would be better if he did the lone cup.
"Axel? Where did you go?"
"Kitchen."
Smirking to himself, Roxas hurried and tidied the living room, mildly surprised at how little the mess actually was. When he first came out it looked like it would take him an hour, but the clock showed that it had taken him 15 minutes. Fixing his bow, Roxas entered their kitchen and grinned.
Axel had been reaching up to put the cup away. Not only did this position give Roxas a nice view of Axel's skin, but it also showed that Axel liked his outfit. Leaning against the fridge, Roxas raised his eyebrow and watched Axel.
"... What?"
"Nothin'."
Axel looked at Roxas and blushed at the look Roxas was giving him.
"What?"
"Nothing!"
"Liar."
Closing the gap between him and Axel, Roxas grinned and put his hand over the front of Axel's shorts.
"What do we have here?"
Blushing and shifting, Axel muttered out something that sounded to Roxas like a different language.
"I bet I can get you off without touching your penis."
"Didn't we just have that bet? You lost ... remember?"
"No ... you bet that you could get me off only by your hands."
"And I did."
"I consider handjobs cheating. So, no touching your penis. Do we have a bet?"
"What do you get if you lose?"
"You have to ... give me a lap dance. ... Wearing an outfit I'll choose later."
Biting his lip, Axel took Roxas hand off of the front of his shorts and nodded.
"Sure. It's a bet."
Roxas grinned as he grabbed Axel's hand and led him to the bedroom. The bet was on.