AN: I'd like to apologize ahead of time for this chapter. For 2 reasons. 1: Because I am so off my game and it sucks. 2: Because it ends on a cliffhanger of doom. -Evil laugh- Seriously, I actually just wrote this chapter out of pure boredom, there was nothing fueling it. So, I'll probably redo it later. For now, this will have to do. Reviewers!
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Thanks for the reviews, love ya! Before we get this fic started, I'd like to say something. Please stop putting just 2 asterisks in the place of curse words people. Either say the damn word or put the number of asterisks equal to the number of letters in the word, okay? I'm sorry, but this had been annoying me so badly. It's not that hard, just please please do it. Preferably just write out the word.
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It had been torture, this last month. Axel had been trying his hardest to tell himself that it was rebounding feelings from Demyx or something and that they would be gone soon. But the opposite had happened, much to his disdain. Ever since that kiss…
Lately, he had been starting to notice Roxas a lot more. He hid it as well as he could, but there was really only so much he could do. Especially when the little blonde actually tried to get his attention all the time. Axel was just lucky he'd started school, or his self-control would be fighting a losing battle.
Though, that still left the weekends open.
Axel woke up at about 10:00 on Saturday. He always woke up fairly early, even on weekends when he didn't have to work. He had gotten into the habit when he was younger because he used to wake up early so he could spend as much time as possible away from his various foster homes.
Anyway, he went out to the kitchen and made himself some coffee, then settled down on the couch to flip through the TV channels aimlessly. Nothing on, as usual.
"Axel…?"
Axel glanced up and nearly dropped the remote. Roxas was standing in the doorway, looking adorably sleep-rumpled. But that wasn't enough, oh no. To top it all off, he was clad in only boxers.
"Uh…g-good morning, Roxas. What are you doing up this early?"
"TV was loud," the blonde mumbled, shuffling over and sitting down next to Axel heavily.
"Sorry," he said, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, "I'll turn it down so you can go back to sleep."
The teen nodded dumbly before curling up and laying his head on Axel's lap.
Needless to say, Axel freaked out just a bit. But he tried not to show it, tried to act like it was no big deal. He continued flicking through the channels, trying to focus on anything but the boy next to him.
He became increasingly aware, however, of wet warmth on his upper thigh. He glanced down and found that Roxas had his face buried practically in his crotch, breathing steadily. He had to be asleep, right?
Experimentally, Axel shook his shoulder. With a low groan he looked up sleepily. "Whatizit?"
"Uh…" he laughed sheepishly, "Just…making sure you were asleep."
Roxas blinked at him once, then groaned again and rolled over so he was facing the redhead's knee.
Inwardly, Axel breathed a sigh of relief. If that had continued, there may have been a very big problem.
Then the blonde shifted his head, and he had a whole new set of problems. He had to hold onto the couch to keep from jumping up at the friction. Roxas had to be asleep, right? There was no way he was doing this on purpose.
He looked down at him again and couldn't hold back a smile. He had said it before, the blonde was cute when he slept. Axel couldn't keep himself from running his fingers through the spiked hair, down his neck, over his shoulder…
The redhead quickly snatched his hand back like something had snapped at it. He shouldn't be doing that. He needed to stop thinking these things and go back to the TV.
Down on his lap, the blonde smirked. He was awake, and had been this whole time. It was all part of his master plan and all seemed to be going well. He had already proven that he could get under the redhead's skin; now all that was left was to make sure Axel knew that.
He brought one of his hands, which had been lying by his side, up near his head, gripping Axel's thigh. He felt the small jump and almost started giggling. He waited a minute before slowly massaging the skin through the thin cotton with his thumb and forefinger.
Axel clenched his eyes shut tightly. Why him? Why did he have to be put in this situation? He was sure now that the little brat was awake. The problem was, he didn't trust his voice enough to tell him to stop. But he had to. It would be a really bad idea to get a hard-on with Roxas' head right there. He opened his mouth to say the words, but at that moment the blonde squeezed so that all that came out of his mouth was a low moan.
"Knew that'd work."
Axel opened his eyes a slit to find the blonde grinning beside him. Thankfully, he had moved his hand as well.
Trying to compose himself, the redhead stood up quickly. "Uh…I'd better make breakfast…"
He quickly busied himself in the kitchen, trying to ignore his red face and his painfully tight pants. He barely noticed when Roxas came in and sat down on one of the chairs.
"So, whatcha making?"
Axel jumped. "Roxas, where the hell did you come from?"
He chuckled. "The living room. Remember? We were in there just a minute ago."
"Uh…I-I knew that…I meant…what are you doing in here?"
"Am I not allowed in the kitchen?" The blonde raised an eyebrow at him playfully.
Axel had no answer to that, so he continued to make whatever it was he was making. Hell, even he didn't know at this point.
When he turned off the stove, not even knowing if whatever he had made was done or not, he felt fingernails scratch gently down his back.
"S-stop…"
He could almost see the smirk on the blonde's face as the nails dug into his skin harder. "Why? You can't hide that you're enjoying it."
It was true, it was all too obvious that he wouldn't actually mind this continuing. If it were someone else. He had always considered Roxas almost like a little brother and to start thinking like this about him would destroy that.
"You're a teenager."
"So? You are too."
He had no response to that. Technically, he was still a teenager so it wouldn't really be illegal.
The hands moved from his back to around his waist just above the waistband of his pajama pants. He clenched his fist. Self control, self control, self control.
But it didn't matter, because the hands removed themselves. He turned around and found the blonde sitting in one of the chairs, head in hands.
"I'm sorry," he said exasperatedly, "I don't actually know what I'm doing here, but…I had to do something to get your attention. I mean, everything else has failed."
"W-what?"
"I guess by now it's obvious the way I feel," he continued, "So, now the only question is, how do you feel?"
Axel didn't know how to answer that. Sure, he did like the little blonde. But there were so many reasons why it wouldn't be a good idea…
"It's a simple question, Axel."
"I…um…" he slid down the cabinets to the floor. "I don't…know, okay? I just don't know. I don't know what I'm supposed to do in this situation."
Roxas got up and crouched beside him. He had never seen Axel freak out before, and he was worried. "You don't have to know what to do. Just do what your gut tells you to do."
The redhead smiled slightly and looked up. He leaned in slightly, lips brushing Roxas'. The blonde helped out and closed the distance.
