Chapter Six: The Real Axel Martinez
Roxas pulls up in front of my house around 7:45. I hop off the couch and race outside when he buzzes my apartment. Reno yells that he wants to meet him, but really I don't want to drag Roxas all the way upstairs, so with a promise of a next time, I bounce out the door and downstairs to where Roxas is. He isn't driving his big SUV and in its place is a small sleek BMW; he really knows how to win a guy over doesn't he? I climb in and buckle my seat belt, feeling Roxas looking at me from the corner of his eye and I sigh, turning in my seat to face him slightly.
"Listen, Roxas, I've been a jerk since you asked me out and to be honest, I'm not really like that," I start and he raises a blonde brow, a smirk twisting his lips as he hums in thought.
"Oh really?" he asks and I nod my head, fixing the sleeve of my hoodie and trying to seem occupied though I know he knows I'm everything but.
"I'm actually…uh…friendly I guess? I don't fucking know, but you haven't been too nice either," I say in my defense and he just chuckles, stopping at a red light.
"That's because I'm not nice, never have been, never will be," he says and I feel my heart deflate at his words. I move my tongue around inside my mouth, trying to find something to say. But really, I wasn't expecting that answer, maybe a sorry or something but not that.
"So, what kind of movies do you like to watch?" I decide to ask, and I feel like such an idiot for some reason unbeknownst to me. Maybe it's because I'm acting so nervous, like some preacher's virgin daughter going on a date with some hot shot rebel boy. But for fuck sakes, I'm not a preacher's virgin daughter so why am I being so weird? I've never been on a date before, so maybe this is how I act when I have a crush on someone and we're alone or maybe it's because I really want him to like me. Fuck, I have no idea.
"Anything except Romantic Comedies, those things are so stupid," Roxas says as he merges into a different lane, I notice dully that traffic is pretty bad.
"Yeah, I've never liked them. They're all the same. I prefer action or something," I say with a shrug and Roxas looks at me oddly for a few minutes, I feel myself blushing and I look out the window with a scowl on my face. My plan to woo him is totally back firing and I feel my defensive walls slowly coming up, and I'm about to do a 180. Going from nice Axel to the prick everyone at school hates.
"You're being awfully civil tonight," he says and I turn to look at him, wasn't he listening when I told him I'm not a jerk? What a complete fuck head.
"Yeah, I know. The first fucking thing I said when I came in here was that I'm not a jerk. Weren't you listening?" I ask, my short temper already getting the better of me and Roxas throws his head back laughing.
"You have such a foul mouth, you know that Martinez?" he says and when he looks at me, he's still smiling a little and I feel myself melt in the seat.
"Don't call me Martinez, why can't you call me Axel?" I grumble crossing my arms over my chest and he looks at me, he twists his mouth up in thought but really it's not that hard of a damn question. Must be all the footballs to the head he's gotten over the years.
"Sorry, guess I don't have it memorized uh?" he asks, making a joke out of what I said when I first walked into the class mid semester in grade nine. God, how I regret saying that stupid, stupid catch phrase.
"Well…fuck you," I growl and I feel myself pouting, damn it, Axel Martinez does not pout.
"I like using Axel," he says ignoring my totally sour face, drawing out the L's and smirking at me when my eye twitches, "Only in a sexual context," he finishes and I frown. By the time this night is over I'm going to be wrinkled like a damn turtle's armpit.
"Don't be such a sour puss Martinez. If you want me to say your first name so bad…make me," he says, pulling into the theatre's parking lot, which is quite deserted might I add. I feel my heart start thudding painfully against my ribs and my stomach acids start bubbling with anxiety. This date suddenly got really sexually charged, really fast. He cuts the engine, but doesn't get out; instead he just stays seated there. I really don't know what to do, so I unbuckle my seat belt and go to exit but he stops me with a firm grip on my wrist. I feel my body tense at the touch, my wrists are sensitive.
"Come on, Martinez," with another gentle tug I'm almost pressed into the gear shift, "Make me moan your name," he purrs, pulling me towards him and pressing his lips against the shell of my ear. He tugs on my helix piercing with his teeth making my heart stop, then restart as if it's been injected with Adrenaline. I tug away from him with enough force to actually make him let me go, and he looks taken aback and there's a hint of anger in his big, blue eyes but that stupid smirk is still there.
"Roxas, we're in a parking lot…in your car," I say, my throat dry and my tongue feels heavy as I move it to talk. Roxas flicks a few blonde strands away from his face and looks at me.
"So what?" he asks and grabs my upper arm, pulling me back towards him and he nibbles on my ear lobe when I'm close enough. Damn him for knowing exactly where to touch, "You want me, so what's the problem?" I pull away and frown at him; did he really expect me to fuck him in his car, in a parking lot? I feel my anger start to boil in my blood as my face flushes over.
"What's the problem? Roxas you can't seriously expect me to fuck you in your car only after like…a week of dating. I don't know what you've heard but I'm not like that," I hiss and he seems to have a hard time believing me, his face shows that he doesn't trust a word I'm saying. I clench my fists at my side and glare at him, tugging my arm out of his grip; I unlock the door and climb out. I hear him come out just seconds after and he strides over to my side.
"Why the hell are you acting so prime and proper Martinez?" he hisses and it seems that I've finally broken his calm, I'm-so-damn-cool attitude because he looks genuinely upset. I feel my fist twitch and I know I'm going to punch him in the face if he keeps talking to me like this.
"I don't know what you heard Anderson; but I'm not the type to just put out on the first date in the front seat of some damn car!" I shout and a couple that was walking by stares over. I lift my hand and send them the finger, bearing my teeth and looking just about ready to rip their heads off.
"Well that's not what Kairi said," he mumbles and I feel my entire body go cold then fire shoots through my veins. My hands shoot out and I grip his shoulders, flipping him around and slamming him into the side of his car. His eyes widen and he seems confused until he realizes that, hey, I just man handled him. He struggles against my grip but when I'm angry, I'm strong and I hold him against the car. To be honest, I'm struggling just as hard to keep him in place.
"What the fuck did that bitch say?" I hiss and for a second fear flashes in his eyes, but his face remains calm and he just looks up at me, stopping his struggle.
"Nothing, she just said I was dating a whore," he replies with a shrug and I feel my hands tingle all over, almost as if they are about to combust and shoot flames from my very finger tips.
"So you believe her?" I ask quietly and I don't know why it hurts so much that he believes Kairi over me, I should have known he would have though. I mean, look at the hierarchy, she's in his group and I'm way below. The word of a Lady has always been more valuable then the word of a cursed peasant, right?
"Do you like me Martinez?" Roxas asks suddenly, completely ignoring my question and I feel my face go completely slack. Oh man, did I fucking ever…but was I ready to tell him? He stares up at me, still pressed against his car and I just feel my heart start pounding and my entire body fills with this almost uncontrollable urge to kiss him which is weird considering how badly I wanted to deck him a few minutes ago.
"Yes," I whisper and drop my head on his shoulder, I don't know why but I feel like crying but before I have a chance to he's talking again.
"So you're not just dating me to help your friends through high school then?" he asks and I nod, clenching my eyes tightly because now he knows and he can either make or break me. "I don't understand you then…" he says and his voice sounds honestly confused, I pull away and look at him with a raised eyebrow and he sees my own confusion.
"Why won't you just fuck me if you like me, don't you want to?" He asks and I feel my eyes widen and I pull away from him, almost as if he punched me in the stomach. Does he think that just because I like him, I'd fucking give myself to him first chance I get? Is that how all his relationships have been? I think about it for a second, and yes I do want to be with him and whatever but like…relationships just don't work like that.
"You do, don't you?" he says with a smirk and now I find myself smacked into the side of his car and he's a lot closer to me then I was when I was holding him against the car, his grip is a lot more painful too I'm willing to bet.
"Well…half the school wants to, but I'm not going to be like one of those whores Anderson, and just throw myself on you at any given chance," I say and aim my glare somewhere over his shoulder. He's quiet for a few minutes; the silence is burning my skin and making me uncomfortable. I can tell he's thinking, probably planning something in that damn blonde head of his and suddenly he pulls away smirking, and there's an awful glint of something in his eyes that makes my stomach clench.
"Alright, I'll wait," he says simply and grabs my hand, lacing his fingers through mine and leading me towards the theater. My brain sort of twitches with all the confused thoughts rushing in at once, and all I can really think is, "Really, just like that?"
He stops at the end of the line and looks up at the movies playing; there really isn't anything I'm dying to watch so I decide I'll let him choose. He seems to have other plans because he looks at me while pulling out his wallet with his free hand. He smiles in a way that could be considered charming and I raise an eyebrow at him.
"Why don't you choose the movie babe?" he says and I clench my teeth but nod my head and look at the list. Damn it, I was hoping on him choosing. I hate everything on the damn list to be honest, but I have decide on something. The line moves forward slowly and I unlace my fingers and reach for my own wallet, I feel Roxas' eyes basically burning a hole right through my head so I turn to look at him questioningly. He looks down at my wallet and then up at my face.
"This is a date isn't it? So shouldn't I pay?" he asks and I shake my head, before answering.
"Yes, this is a date but I'm going to pay," I say and he laughs gripping my arm and glaring at me with a smile on his face.
"No, I'm going to pay," he says but I turn and glare at him. I can feel a few people watching us already.
"Roxas, sweetheart, I'm paying…don't worry about it," I grind out and we both stop moving and glare at each other.
"No, baby, I'm paying…it's my treat,"
"No, Roxy-kins, I insist," I say and more and more people are lining up behind us, the people at the counter simply watching us.
"Axie-kins, my little button nosed sugar plum, stop being stubborn and let me pay!"
"Roxy, my little bite sized honey bunch, I asked you on the date, so it only makes sense if I pay!"
"Next?" the counter girl calls and I see Roxas' eyes shoot towards her. We both take off running towards the ticket booth and he shoves me out of the way, I grab onto his arms and we topple to the floor, Roxas landing right under me. I smirk at him from my position and he glares up at me, but I can see the smirk slowly twisting his lips.
The urge to kiss him suddenly takes over and I lean down, pressing my lips to his and the action seems to catch him off guard. I slowly slide my tongue along the seam of his lips and he opens his mouth which really surprises me because I thought he'd put up some resistance. The kiss deepens pretty quickly after that and he's tangling his fingers in my hair, holding my head in place when I try to pull away. I can hear a few people making comments, or shuffling past us but I'm too engrossed in the way his tongue feels against mine and the way his lips taste so good to pay any close attention.
I can feel him getting hard against my stomach and smirk, because he's totally forgotten about who's paying so I take the opportunity to shoot up and slam a bill on the counter, screaming out for two tickets to White Out with stupid Kate Beckinsale because that's the only poster I can see, while Roxas is still on the floor panting and slowly getting out of that pre-sex daze. He gets to his feet with some difficulty, considering he's pitched a tent in his tight jeans and he stands beside me. I see the smirk on his face while I get the tickets and my change.
"You're an asshole Martinez," he says and I throw my head back, laughing loudly and throw an arm around his shoulders leading him to the concession stand.
"Well, you did call me a little button nosed sugar plum. Seriously, what the fuck?" I say, finding myself actually loosening up and feeling quite happy. Roxas looks exactly the same as usual, with his cocky smirk and cool exterior. The only thing off about him is that bulge in his pants, but that should go away soon enough.
"You called me some horrendous things too," he says as we stop in front of the guy running the stand. I look down at Roxas and smirk, asking him if he wants anything to eat. The look he gives me scares me because it's the look of a man with a plan. Then he flutters his eyelashes and thanks me a perfect imitation of a stereotypical gay man. It's even worse because he turns to the worker and cocks a hip out, ordering his stuff in that voice. Did he really have to ask like the girl, just because I'm paying?
"Oh well, uhm, let me see…" and I stand there watching him, trying so hard not to laugh. By the time he's done my eyes are bugging out of my head and the concession stand guy is scrambling around the stand filling out his monstrous order. I gawk at him and he stares up at me, smirking evilly.
"You wanted to pay, Axie, so…might as well pay the consequences too," he says laughing when the guy returns with half the fucking concession stand and reads out the price to me. I grumble angrily as I pay him and help Roxas with his tons of fucking junk food.
"Are you really going to eat all this?" I ask, watching Roxas rip the wrapper off an Ice cream bar as I hand the tickets to the dude and he tells us which theater number we have to go to. Roxas' reply is muffled by the ice cream he's crammed in his mouth.
"Ah neva geh tu ee junkth fuud" he says and I snort, trying to hold back my laughter. He glares at me, but smiles around the blue ice cream.
"The coach is going to castrate you," I say and try to balance a shit load of stuff on one arm because I want some popcorn.
"I'll just work it off later," he says clearly and I look at him, the ice cream is gone already and I widen my eyes before spotting a little blue on his bottom lip. I lean down and lick it off slowly, and he jerks his head away and I smirk.
"That's really good ice cream," I say as we squirm our way between the seats and find a good spot. We sit down and I hand him all the food his orders and his eyes shine with a happiness I'd never seen in them.
By the time the previews are done, he's halfway through his mountain of food and still going. For some reason I find his love of food really adorable, and I find myself smiling just watching him instead of the movie.
~*~
"Ugh, I feel pregnant," Roxas says as we walk back towards his car, I chuckle and shake my head, waiting for him to climb in and unlock the door. When he does I slide in and buckle my seat belt, watching Roxas start the car with a little bulge under his shirt. His stomach sticking out slightly from all the food he ingested.
"You look pregnant," I snicker and he shoots me a look before staring down at his stomach and frowning, he reverses and pulls out of the parking lot, merging into the road that has a lot less traffic then before.
"It shouldn't be too hard to work off," he says thoughtfully, stopping at a red light and I lean my head against the window feeling content for the first time in a long while.
"We've been getting along pretty good," I whisper, feeling my eyes droop slightly and Roxas nudges my shoulder, making me open them a little wider.
"We have, haven't we?" he says and turns down a street that should take me home, I nod against the window. "Don't fall asleep and drool all over the interior," he grumbles and I fake snore, making loud, gross slurping sounds and he punches my shoulder, chuckling.
"You're alright Martinez," he says and stops in front of my building. I smile at him, and he looks surprised because I think this is the first time I've ever genuinely smiled for him. Wait…smiled…for him?
"Good night Rox," I say leaning over and kissing him softly, I pull away and climb out of the car. "I had fun," I say before smiling again and walking away. I look back and notice he's still sitting there, looking shell shocked and I can't tell if that's a hint of a troubled look surfacing or not.
I get upstairs and Reno's sleeping on Rude, while the android pretends to sleep. I tip-toe past them and into my room with a smile still on my face, once in bed, I feel my phone vibrate and I flip it open seeing a new message.
"I had a good time too, Axel"
A/N: Awwww, Roxas is being sweet 8D
Lolol, let's hope it lasts...for Axel's sake!
Annnnnnnnnnd Axel aint such a jerk after all hahaha!
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