This is the last one that I already have written. I have the idea for at least one more I just haven't had time to sit and write it out. I'm not as happy with this one as I have been with others, and I've rewritten it three times, one of those times being right before I uploaded it, but i hope you like it despite that. Also fanfic's document editor seems determined to get rid of my page breaks.
Classifieds - The Academy Is...
It was one of those days where Roxas was bored. Very bored. So bored. Luckily, so was Axel, so the two of them could be bored together. Because everyone knows it's better to be bored in groups than bored alone. Yup. Makes it so much better.
"Axeeeelll," Roxas whined, stretching out even further on the couch so he could poke Axel, who was curled up in the chair next to the couch with his knees up, scribbling in a notebook, in the knee with his toes.
"Ew, Rox. "Axel grumbled, batting away Roxas' feet. "Your toes are nasty dude, keep 'em to yourself." Somehow managing to bring his long legs even closer to himself, Axel sunk farther into the chair and away from Roxas' pathetic reach.
"Aw common. You know you love my perfect feet. You would kiss them if I let you, but who knows where that mouth of yours has been." Roxas joked.
"Nowhere as bad as your feet."
"Please, Axe. You dated Larxene. My feet are better than her whole body." Roxas tried to scoot farther down the couch without having to get up or Axel noticing, but utterly failed in his wimpy attempts.
Axel stopped his scribbling for a moment to consider this. "You may have a point there, but that was when I was a stupid teenager. I made a lot of mistakes back then that I regret."
"Why don't you tell me all about those mistakes." Roxas said, managing to make it an inch closer to Axel without much effort, only for Axel to put his foot down on the floor and move his whole chair away several inches, earning him a slight whine from Roxas.
"Why would you want to hear about that crap?"
"Because I am bored and your failures entertain me." Roxas finally gave up on reaching Axel without putting any real effort into it and decided to simply relax into the couch and maybe be lulled to sleep by Axel past mistakes.
Axel didn't respond, simply scratching something out quite angrily and writing something else underneath it. Roxas sighed and closed his eyes for a little while, deciding to relax during one of these rare breaks in their busy life. Tomorrow would be crazy; they had a concert, an interview, a signature signing for the fans, and then had to jump on a plane to make it across the country for their next concert. Roxas never thought being in a famous band would actually be this hard when they first started playing.
He must have dozed off for a short time because the next time he opened his eyes, Axel was pacing back and forth in the middle of the living room of their loft. "I hate it when you pace."
"I need to pace."
"What could you possibly need to burn holes in our floor for?"
"Oh I don't know, maybe that song that we were told needs to be written by tomorrow?"
Roxas thought about it for a moment as he sat up on the couch before he remembered their manager telling them they had better have the lyrics to the song Demyx had written done by the next concert. "Oh yeah, I forgot about that."
"Yeah you forgot about that." Axel said, slightly mocking Roxas tone of voice. "I've been trying to figure something out all day since you are being a lazy ass, but I just can't get the words to come."
"Maybe you need to come." Roxas said, slightly under his breath, but Axel heard it anyways.
"Now is not the time for talk of sex, we need to get this song written already. You're the writer. Figure something out!"
"First of all, I'm pretty sure you told me once that it's always time for talk, or preferably the act of, sex. Second of all, I only wrote in high school. That was a couple years ago, Axe." Roxas heaved himself off the couch to amble into the kitchen and find a snack.
"Well you better get your creative panties from high school out and help me write this." Axel called after him, still standing in the center of the room.
"That was one time! And it was a dare!" Roxas voice could be heard from the kitchen, along with the sound of the fridge opening.
"You wore them all night." Axel pointed out rather smugly.
"Yeah because you proceeded to steal my boxers and dunk them in the bowl of salsa and refused to give me the key to the laundry room or an extra pair of boxers." Roxas grumbled, reentering the living room with a bowl of cereal.
"You said they were comfortable." Axel smirked when Roxas went slightly red.
"And you kept staring at my ass like you were waiting to catch a glimpse, perv." Roxas dropped down on the couch and angrily ate his cereal.
"How could I possibly resist?" Axel said trying to keep from laughing at the trying-to-be-angry-but-looking-more-adorable face that Roxas was making. "But right now how about you help me with this?"
Roxas sighed, putting his half empty bowl down on the table and standing up. "What have you got so far?"
Axel sheepishly scratched the back of his neck. "I really only have an idea. I can't seem to get the right words." Axel handed the notebook over to Roxas who scanned the page, which was almost entirely scratched out save one phrase towards the top, "My life is like the newspaper classifieds". He rolled the idea around in his head for a few moments, Axel looking at him expectantly, before walking over to the huge stereo system and turning on the instrumental they were supposed to be writing these lyrics for that Demyx had made a copy of for them. He listened to about half the song, nodding his head to the beat and rolling Axel's idea around in his head some more before something hit him. A smirk crossed his face, and the look on Axel face became a mixture of expectancy and fear, knowing all too well what that smirk could mean.
Roxas turned back to Axel after having started the track over and stalked over to him waiting for the right moment to start singing after the music began.
"My life reads like the classifieds
Pages of what's for sale, what's on the auction block"
Roxas circled Axel, who was still standing dumbly in the middle of the room. He stopped at his side, a hand on his shoulder and looking at the stereo like it was a crowd of people.
"Attention bidders, it's line 45"
He reached up to run his hand down Axel's face then lightly grabbing his jaw at the second half of the next line that fell from his mouth so naturally.
"He's got a decent voice, he's got that crooked smile."
Looking back at the "crowd" he circled Axel again like he was fresh meat on sale, smirking at the blush that was creeping up Axel's neck.
"Hold on, you haven't heard the best yet
He writes good story lines, he's got those honest eyes
So take him home for just 9.95
He'll sing the songs you like, he'll keep you warm at night, at night
As he sang the last line he leaned up against Axel, wrapping Axel's arm around him and pretending to swoon like a high school girl. He let the music continue without him because those were the only words he had so far, and looked up at Axel. He had a look of confusing and amusement on his face to Roxas' antics.
"Okay, that was pretty impressive." He laughed. "And if you did that on stage? Showing me off like a piece of meat and hanging all over me, the girls might fangirl themselves into a coma." Axel smiled remembering the rabid fangirls they had that had all sorts of theories and fantasies about the two of them together. Their manager had asked them to ignore it for now. He wanted them to be well established before they announced that the lead singer and bass guitar player were involved and had been since before the band even started.
"Would make for an easier signing after the concert." Roxas shrugged, taking Axel's arm off from around him and sitting back down to finish his cereal. "I'll finish the song when I'm done eating. I pretty much know how it's going to go now."
Axel shrugged and decided to go entertain himself elsewhere and leave Roxas to his songwriting, but not without a few last words on his way out. "You better know you have to take care of what you started with that little show, Rox!"
The next morning Axel was rudely woken from a particularly nice dream involving himself and Roxas playing a prank on their band mates that involved several packs of condoms and shaving cream. Blindly reaching out to his bedside table from underneath the covers he managed to slap his hand down on his phone after a few tries. He slowly pulled it back under the covers and to his face after blindly pressing the button to answer it. "Hullo?" Behind him, Roxas groaned at the noise and turned over.
"You better not be go at it with Roxas when you are supposed to be writing a song for tonight's concert." He could hear Marluxia's frighteningly calm voice over the phone, but his mind was not quite awake enough yet to understand what he was saying.
"Uh… can you repeat that?" He asked slowly.
"You had better have that song finished or I am going to personally make sure you never have a fun night with Roxas ever again." Now that one he understood.
"Don't worry Marly, Roxas finished writing it last night and it sounds good enough for the concert tonight. No worries." Axel explained to their manager who got scary when things weren't done on time. Behind him Roxas grumbled something about Marluxia and keeping his panties on before the blankets were pulled over his head and he could no longer be heard.
"I want you and Roxas in the studio in one hour. Demyx and Riku are already here." At that Marluxia hung up the phone and Axel sighed as he pulled himself out of bed. After simply throwing on a pair of pants he turned back to the large lump underneath the pile of blankets that Roxas hoarded on one side of their bed.
"Common Rox, it's time to get up." Axel sighed leaning on his side of the bed. He heard another muffled no that turned into a whine somewhere in the middle. He smiled to himself at Roxas' childish behavior when it came to his sleep. He reached over the bed and started tugging on the blankets. "Marly wants us in the studio to practice the new song all together so he can hear it and it will be ready for tonight." Roxas was holding on to the blankets, making it much harder for Axel to try and pull them off. He even made a sound that was probably about an octave higher than he should have been able to reach. After several minutes of tugging unsuccessfully – Roxas had an iron grip when he wanted something bad enough – Axel decided it was time to change tactics. "If you get out of bed I will let you have the first shower and we'll stop for your favorite breakfast."
There was no answer for a moment from the blankets and Axel almost thought Roxas had fallen asleep on him, but finally a hand peeked out to pull the blanket down a little to reveal a very sleepy looking Roxas. How cute. "Strawberry crepe and hot chocolate with extra whipped cream?"
"And extra strawberries." Axel nodded, never quite knowing how Roxas could stand such a sweet meal so early in the day.
Roxas grudgingly got out from under his mass of blankets and started towards the bathroom, fully prepared to take a nice shower without having to worry about all the hot water being gone because Axel took such an extremely hot one right before him.
They made it to the studio just in time; Roxas was still sipping on his hot chocolate while Axel held a cup of extra hot double shot espresso. Axel was not a morning person. Where Roxas was only hard to get out of bed because he simply loved being wrapped up in a bunch of blankets and was much too confortable in the morning to get out of them, Axel just had a hard time waking up in general. Marluxia wasted no time getting them all together to practice the song for him.
They practiced the song so many times in order to satisfy Marluxia. After a few run through, Roxas started to get bored and proceeded to play around with Axel the same way he had when he first sang the lyrics. Marluxia watched interested the first few times before he finally said something about it.
"Were you planning on doing that on stage?"
Roxas looked a little sheepish in his reply. "Well not really. I was just bored and having some fun while we practice. I know you don't want people knowing about Ax and I just yet."
"Actually," their manager started, "I was thinking it's about time we let the public know. You're all rather well established now, and half of the fans already are convinced you are a thing anyways. If you want to do that on stage, be my guest. We'll do an official announcement later this week."
Axel lite up at that. He was fully ready to be open to the public about their relationship. He was sick of seeing men and women alike hitting on Roxas. Roxas was his dammit. "What do you say, Rox? Should we burst those little fangirl hearts tonight?"
"Hell yeah."
Axel had never heard so many girls screaming their lungs out all at once before. It was rather deafening. And he could have sworn he saw at least one girl faint when Roxas was next to running his mouth down Axel's neck. Unfortunately for Roxas, the little stunt probably doubled the number of people wanting to meet them after the concert, and it most definitely tripled the number of times they were asked to kiss, which they had to refuse for the most part or they would be sucking face all night and it was very awkward to kiss in front of so many people. Despite enjoying attention, Axel wasn't much for PDA. Especially to that extreme.
For the most part the public was very accepting of their announcement later that week. Of course they had their critics and people that shammed them for it. Some people questioned if their band could survive a possible break up between the two, but they were confident in their relationship. They had been together for 6 years already, three of those from before their band started, nearly 18 years of friendship, had made it through many hardships and bumps in the road through their relationship and were still going strong. They had no doubt they could survive and make things work, even after the band was done and they were merely faces on the cover of a magazine under the title "Where are they now?" many years down the road. They would make it work and they would burst a few fangirl hearts along the way.