Chapter Sixteen: The End Zone
I sit there simply staring into space, my mind completely wiped clean of any thought and I have no idea what I'm supposed to say. I blink a few times and feel a soft touch on my cheek; I turn my head and look at Roxas. He smiles softly at me, it's a little awkward smile but I can tell he's really trying to keep it there.
"Wow," is all I can force past my lips, my throat's gone dry and my brain isn't working up to par all of a sudden. I decide that unless I want him freaking out I have to show him that I'm not disgusted or something, so I grab his face and kiss him. I mean, really kiss him. It's a hard kiss and it hurts a little at first but Roxas shifts his position, and tilts his head giving me more space and better access.
I end up on all fours, hovering over Roxas as we both pant trying to get air into our lungs. Roxas grips the hem of my shirt, I look down at him and I remember exactly were I'd been in this position before.
"Axel," and the way he says my name makes my arms go weak, I sort of topple over, almost crushing him and our noses are centimeters apart. I feel his breath on my lips and when my eyes focus they lock with his.
"Yeah?" I ask because I'm not sure if he's just saying my name or calling out to me or something, I feel his smile against my lips and I blush, knowing I said something stupid or at least it seems that way. He nudges his nose into mine and I lift my head, his eyes are dark and his cheeks are flushed; the sun filtering through the blinds provides enough light for me to see it which means Roxas can see my blush. Damn it, fuck fuck fuck.
"Why are you blushing?" he asks and I groan, before hiding my face in the crook of his neck. He chuckles before pulling me away and making me look at him again, his small hands are warm against my even warmer cheeks and I grin at him, trying to smush the embarrassment. "Do you know how much I want you?" he whispers hotly, pressing his lips against mine and prying them apart with his tongue, I won't lie, that statement caught me off guard and all I can really concentrate on is the way his tongue is moving inside my mouth. My body is tingling all over and my stomach feels like someone's holding a match to the bottom of it. My hands are kind of useless, seeing as I'm using my forearms to keep me up. I sort of have his head trapped in between my arms and I think it's kind of cute, but I'm not sure why.
When he pulls away my chest hurts, my lungs have probably shriveled down a few sizes and I feel kind of dizzy. I'm not really sure if it was the kiss or lack of oxygen that did it though.
His fingers push away a few strands of hair that at some point fell into my face and he tucks them behind my ear. I look at him curiously, because he is being so gentle it's sort of odd to tell you the truth. When I look at him though, all he does is smile. It this blinding smile, so dazzling I think I've seen Heaven's gates or something. My heart swells and I smile back, I know my own smile isn't as beautiful as his but I think he at least deserves a smile or something.
He pushes me up and makes me sit back on my own legs; he rises and kneels in front of me on the bed. I feel my spit slowly gliding down my drier then the damn desert throat; his eyes stay on mine the entire time and when I feel his hands touch my stomach I sort of jump back. He laughs at me, which makes me kind of angry so I grab him and pull him flush against me, wrapping my arms around his waist and holding him so that every part of us is touching. His hands begin moving upward inching my shirt off bit by bit and when he reaches my chest I know I have to let go. I do and soon my shirt is gone, thrown off to who knows where. He looks down, I can feel his eyes all over my chest and I blush from head to toe, it's just so embarrassing for someone to look at you, especially when you don't have all your clothes on. I mean, no matter what it is, it's embarrassing for them to see you, or at least I think like that. I don't like anyone seeing any thing on me that could be covered. Well except for my face, neck and hands but those aren't really strange body parts. Now feet…those are…
"Aah," the gasp completely ruins my train of thought, and I'm gasping because Roxas just slipped his hand into the front of my jeans, his thin fingers rubbing me gently over the fabric of my boxers. If I wasn't hard before, I definitely am now.
"Stop day dreaming," Roxas whispers hotly in my ear and I nod dumbly reaching for the edge of his shirt with trembling fingers, I manage to grip it and tug it up, he has to slide his hand out of my pants though to take it off but he does that quickly. The loss of contact makes me want to groan but I don't because that would be weird and uncalled for, or would it?
Now it's my turn to stare, and stare I do. Roxas' body could be compared to a God or something. It's so perfect I can barely describe it without sounding like I'm talking about a Christmas ham or something. I mean, I could use words like soft and sweet, or firm and succulent but really I won't. He has the flattest stomach I've laid eyes on, with just enough definition to let you know he can most likely kick your ass. My eyes go all the way down to the waist band of his boxers that are sticking out just above his jeans which hang really low on his hips.
"Like what you see?" he says and I'm pulled out of me reverie, he chuckles before wrapping his arms around my neck and it's then that I notice the coolness around my thighs. When I look down I see the cause of it, my jeans are unbuttoned and pooling around my knees. I blush really hard then because when I had sex with Roxas before it was pitch black in the room and he was so drunk I don't think he really knew what the hell was going on, but now his little sober eyes are drinking up every inch of bare skin and fuck, I have no idea why this is so embarrassing.
"Common, lay down," he says softly and we shuffle slightly on the bed so that I can lie down, and he finishes tugging off my pants before unbuttoning his own jeans and kicking them off. He crawls onto me and stays there for a while, simply staring at me and I swallow not quite sure what to do.
This is where I realize that I should have watched more porno in my lifetime; I should have read books or something about sex because I am a complete fucking douche bag when it comes to anything bed related.
I feel a smack on the side of my head and I blink owlishly until I realize Roxas is glaring at me.
"What's a guy got to do to keep your attention?" he asks, leaning forward and connecting our lips together. I inwardly answer, that this…right here, well this can keep my attention just fine.
He finally seems to decide that kissing isn't cutting it for him and he grinds his hips down into mine, the thin fabric of our boxers does nothing to hide each of our excitement and I arch my back, trying my hardest not to moan but Roxas seems to have no problem. He moans right against my lips, and I feel his fingernails digging into my sides. His hands begin sliding downwards and soon they're tugging my boxers off. My face flushes all over and I'm stuck between wanting to push him away and letting him continue. He pulls away alone, though his hands are still holding the waist band of my boxers.
"Axel, let me know if you want to stop," he says and I nod my head, he smirks at me and leans down, our chests touching and the heat of his skin is the finishing touch. I reach over and tug his boxers down as best as I can. Fuck, I know I'm not going to tell him to stop; I've never been able to before, so why am I going to say that now? I mean…he just told me he loves me and…Oh fuck.
By the time I stop day dreaming as Roxas would say, we're both completely naked and he straddles my hips, sitting comfortably just above my damn dick and I can feel it pressing against his ass and I just want to hump him which is sort of weird and I'll never say that out loud…ever. I look up and see Roxas biting his bottom lip looking a little torn between something.
"What's wrong?" I ask and he shakes his head before leaning towards my night stand and grabbing my hand lotion. Why he decided to moisturize his fingers at this point in time I will never know…Oh wait, oh fuck. My brain turns to jelly now and I'm so ready to feel his fingers pushing into me but I don't. I feel a bit of the cream touch my cock but then I see something that will probably stay in the back of my eyelids for the rest of my life. Which later on will pose as a problem, seeing as writing an exam or something will be extremely difficult when all I can see is a naked Roxas whenever I close my eyes.
Roxas slipped two of his fingers into himself, his thigh muscles tense and he throws his head back. I just watch him work, completely entranced by him as he stretches himself out, my hands by their own accord end up on his chest, feeling the muscles all the way down to his stomach, he feels so damn nice.
"Fuck, Axel," He moans before pulling his fingers out and sort of awkwardly reaching for my dick, when he grabs it though I feel my eyes rolling into the back of my head because it feels so damn good. "Pass me more lotion," he breathes and I open my eyes long enough to see where it is before passing it to him.
The cold cream makes me hiss when it comes in contact with my overheated skin, but his hand is gliding so easily along my shaft I really don't care anymore. Then Roxas spreads his legs a little, his knees braced on either side of me and all I can do is watch and he pushes himself down onto me. His face twists up in pain for a few seconds and I feel so bad for some reason. I don't know why but I feel terrible for hurting him even the slightest bit so I try and massage his thighs, then I see his own need and quickly grab it, pumping him slowly and he arches his back, moaning my name like it would save his life. The movement of him arching his back makes me groan, his tight heat wrapped all around me makes me sort of delirious with pleasure. Roxas sort of drops down so that our faces are close together and he's panting so hard you'd think he just ran a marathon.
Then he starts moving, slowly he lifts himself up and pushes back down. I wrap my arms around him, needing to feel more of him and he seems to want the same thing because he wraps his arms around my neck, lifting my head off the pillows a bit. He starts kissing my face then, and each kiss is punctuated with a soft moan. I can't take the teasing kisses anymore and capture his lips, my tongue diving into his warm mouth and battling with his own slick muscle. Everything feels so good and I'm sort of floating on a cloud, my mind all hazy around the edges as I watch him through half lidded eyes.
He pulls away from me long enough to let out a loud moan, tossing his head back and leaving his neck out in the open. I latch my teeth onto it, sucking on the warm flesh and savoring the salted taste of his skin. He trembles, panting out something that sounds like my name over and over. I lift my hips, figuring he can't do all the work and when I do, he gasps.
"F-fuck, don't stop," he breathes and that is all the encouragement I need. We set a quick pace, our hips moving together to create this delicious feeling that I'll never forget. Then the tightness in my stomach begins, the scorching heat washes over me and I know I'm close. By the way Roxas is trembling, his pants and moans coming closer together I know he's probably just on the edge too.
"Roxas, I'm so close," I whisper and he moans into my ear, hiding his face in the crook of my neck while he nods.
His muscles tighten around me, creating this blindingly pleasurable feeling and I'm not sure what happens but all I know is I'm arching off the bed, holding his hips and pressing them down against mine with enough force to bruise him, but he doesn't seem to mind at all. He cums with a moan of my name, which is muffled because his face is still pressed against my neck and I follow him soon after, our bodies tensing together and Roxas collapses onto me. I'm glad he isn't heavy or anything, or else this would be really uncomfortable.
"I love you," I say against his ear, panting and he pulls away from my neck looking at me with wide eyes.
"You do?" he asks and I smile at him like he's retarded.
"Yeah, where have you been?" I ask and he just smiles that dazzling smile again, like his entire life has been completed. He shifts hissing as he pulls me out of him and collapses beside me. I watch him as he gets comfortable against my side and when he's done, he starts laughing. I scrunch my eyebrows together more than a little confused.
"Now we're even," he says and I stare at him, not understanding anything he's saying.
"What?" I ask and he just keeps laughing, before he grips my face and kisses me.
"I took your ass virginity and you took mine," he says with a smirk and I feel like my eyes are going to fall right out of their sockets and onto his face. That would be very cool if it wasn't for this moment, and if it wasn't my eyeballs falling onto Roxas' face. I mean it would be cool if it was two complete strangers on the television or something.
"Ow!" I shout when Roxas smacks me on the side of the head. "What was that for?" I ask, rubbing the sore spot, but Roxas shoos my hand away and rubs it himself with a little smirk.
"For zoning out on me right after sex. That is terribly rude you know," he says like he knows everything and I roll my eyes.
"Shut up and go get me a sandwich," I say and Roxas hits me again, glaring like a mad man and I just have to laugh really loud before wrapping my arms around him and squeezing him against me.
"We have to teach your virgin ass some sex etiquette,"
"Later, after you make me a sandwich," I say nuzzling into his soft skin and he pushes me away, sitting up and stretching his back.
"Fine you big baby, but don't get mad when you find rat poison in it," and he goes to get up, only to fall right back down gripping his lower back and swearing like a sailor who stubbed his toe and hit his head. I laugh loudly at him before getting up and grimacing at the mess on my stomach.
"You stay here you big baby, I'll go get some warm towels and my sandwich," I start walking towards the door and he laughs, I can hear him getting comfortable on the bed and I roll my eyes.
"Oh and Martinez, fetch me a sandwich too!" and I feel like hitting him, and if I didn't love him like I do I probably would.
"Go fuck yourself Anderson," I hiss and he just laughs loudly as I open the door.
"You already beat me to it!"
God damn, I have obnoxious taste in men but really, I don't mind so much.
~*~
"I can't believe I'm at the finals!" Demyx says happily, apparently our school's football team made it to the championship and now we're having this Super Bowl sort of thing on our field. The students from the other school are sitting on the other side, in the visitor's bleachers and for some reason something possessed me to come here and bring my entire group. Don't ask me why I did it, and don't ask me why I'm willingly watching a football game.
"Oh, oh is that Roxas, Number 13?" Demyx says excitedly, pointing down to a small quarterback wearing our school's uniform. I smile down at him when he turns and waves at the entire school, he does a few obscene gestures with his hips that make everyone holler and cheer.
"I believe it is. The quarterbacks numbers range from 1 to 19 so it's very probable," Zexion answers for me and I'm glad to see their hands linked together, it does an old soul good.
It's amazing how a sport can bring everyone together. I mean, the entire school is sitting on these bleachers and no one seems to give a fuck who they are sitting beside. We're all just talking and showing our school spirit.
Naminé is sitting quietly watching as Larxene leads the cheer squad. Are you surprised? I know I was too when Naminé told me, I mean I had never even seen her with the cheerleaders, although I only really went to one game.
"After this game, there's only like 2 months till finals, are you guys ready?" Demyx asks just as the game starts, the ball flying through the air already and all you can see are team members being tackled to the floor. I watch them for a while listening to Zexion tell him what university he got accepted to, Demyx kisses his cheek congratulating him, Naminé tells us about the Art school she got into and everyone congratulates her then it's my turn.
"Bah, I was born ready," I say with a smirk and they just laugh, Demyx throwing his free arm around my shoulders.
"Next year, college man…" he trails off and I know exactly what he means seeing as we both got accepted into the same school. I wrap my arm around him and laugh loudly, cheering with the crowd as Roxas does a dance in the end zone, grabbing the football and acting like he's dancing with it while the team bows at his greatness.
"Yeah, life is just beginning isn't it?"
A/N: And that's all folks!
I'd really like to thank everyone who stuck around me and Nosemilk till the very end. I mean, you guys gave me inspiration when I had none and you all simply made me a very happy panda, not that I'm a panda or anything -cough-
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I'm going to miss Martinez and Anderson. I had so much fun writing them and especially writing Axel's perspective. I should try it again sometime, what do y'all think?
My little shout outs!
Psychedelic-InkBlot, thetacoatemysoul, Sinful Zee, Sweetnemesis91, SugarBeatAngel, thedeviltheangelandtheme and so many more.
I wish I could thank you all extensively with a nice gift basket and everything!
But alas, I can't.
This story is dedicated to Jennifer Campos.
Without her this would have never been completed.
I hope I'll see you all again!
Till Next time!
-Your friendly neighborhood Sharmander