So here is where the rating gets bumped up. It's not really detailed or anything, but it's still more than should be under a T rating.
Smile - Avril Lavigne
Roxas had grown to not care what other people thought of him. Being made fun of all through high school for being gay will do that to someone. He had his select few friends that he could stand and accepted him for who he was. He also wasn't the nicest guy to be around all the time. If he didn't think someone was worth his time, he didn't pay them any. For that he got called a bitch on many occasions but he learned to take the name and run with it. He was high maintenance and he knew it.
It was a Friday night and he was out at the local gay bar with Olette, the only one of his friends willing to come to this bar. When it was all four of them they went to a straight bar, not that that stopped Roxas from finding someone to go home with, or at least dance with. But tonight Hayner wasn't feeling well, something about bad sushi, and Pence had a mountain of homework to do for his class, so it was only Roxas and Olette. Olette loved coming to the gay bar with Roxas because she didn't have to worry about the creepy guys that were always all over her even with Hayner's arm around her.
They were resting at the bar for a moment, Olette adjusting her short skirt that got a little twisted in the middle of dancing. Roxas was dressed in a dark blue button down, half the buttons undone, the sleeves up to his elbows, and a tight black vest overtop, and what Olette called his "ass pants", a studded belt through the loops unneeded as the pants clung to his narrow hips like a second skin. The chain bracelet he wore clinked against the bar top as he reached for the drink the bartender slid his way.
"See anyone worth your time yet?" Olette shouted over the pounding music, taking a sip from her mini-umbrella-d drink.
Roxas took a moment to scan the crowd again, but was disappointed to find the only interesting people he had already spent a night or two with. How boring. "Not yet." He grumbled into the salty sweet drink, bright blue to simulate his favorite frozen treat.
They sat at the bar for a while longer, chatting between themselves over their drinks before something caught Olette's attention. She was subtle about it, but Roxas knew someone had caught her interest for some reason. Calmly she looked back to him to tell him, "Major hottie at 11 o'clock. Coming this way." She said it like she was talking about nothing in particular, so that whoever was watching them wouldn't know they were talking about him. They returned to their light chatting until Roxas could see someone out of the corner of his eye.
Stopping his idle chat with Olette, Roxas looked over and up to the stranger. And up. Tall. Roxas liked tall. Bright green cat eyes with somewhat long lashes and red eyeliner, with two diamond tattoos underneath them. Long fire red hair, the dark roots giving away the dye without looking bad on him. A crooked smile. Slim frame clung to by merely a black vest and tight black jeans, two belts loosely hung from his boney hips. Roxas could see the outline of muscles from between the vest and a hint of a tattoo on his hip. An industrial piercing in his ear, and when he spoke Roxas was pretty sure he saw a flash of metal. Roxas suppressed a shudder.
"Care for another drink?" The redhead grinned. Roxas made a show of looking him up and down, despite already having fully checked this man out, making the stranger grin wider.
"Only if you're buying." Roxas grinned back.
"Of course."
Somehow after that Roxas found himself on the dance floor with this perfect guy and he knew if he wasn't slightly numb from the alcohol, his cheeks would be hurting from smiling so much. He wasn't exactly sure what it was about this guy, Axel, but he couldn't help but smile through their dances. He was only somewhat aware of Olette coming up to him at some point and letting him knew she was heading home; she knew who Roxas planned to go home with already.
"I hope your friend leaving you here means you are willing to come home with me." Axel's voice was in his ear, his warm breath brushing over skin. Roxas was already practically clinging to the taller man, gripping the biceps made up of wiry muscles as they danced close together, just a hair's width from grinding against each other.
"I suppose I could help you home." Roxas grinned.
"Maybe you could help me to bed as well." Axel grinned back, that crooked smile Roxas was starting to love a little too much. "I've had quite a few drinks; I might fall and break open my poor skull."
"Well we wouldn't want that would we?" With that, Axel started to pull him off the dance floor and towards the door. He waved to the bartender, letting him know they needed a taxi, and out the door they went. "Do you com here often?"
Axel grinned down at him as he pushed him up against the wall outside the bar. "Is that a genuine question or are you trying to pick me up?"
Roxas laughed lightly, "You can take is as both if you like, but clearly you know the bartender enough to get him to call you a cab so easily."
Axel had softly latched himself onto Roxas's neck as he was explaining. "Yeah, I come here often enough. Even if I didn't, the bartender is a friend of mine so he knows that I prefer taking a taxi home at the end of the night." Axel's mouth was still against his skin, only away from it enough to speak. "Even if I don't plan to drink much I prefer not to bring a car in case I end up drinking a lot anyways. You never know, and I hate having to find a ride back here just to pick up my car." Roxas nodded as Axel's lips met his skin again. They stayed like that, Axel kissing up and down Roxas's neck, while Roxas ran his blunt nails up and down Axel's back in random patterns, until a taxi pulled up to the curb and they stumbled in, Axel quickly giving his address before returning to his new favorite place on Roxas's neck. God he was gonna be bruised in the morning.
By the time they were stumbling into the redheads apartment, that was luckily on the first floor, Axel had found that spot under Roxas's ear that earned him a growling moan. At some point on their trip inside and to the bedroom, Axel had gotten tired of leaning over and had picked Roxas up my the back of his legs, getting him to latch on to his hips with his legs, his arms wrapping around his shoulders and neck, fingers in soft fire.
When Roxas was being pressed into the mattress, shirts were gone and pants were not far behind them. Roxas didn't even have to beg before Axel had swiped a tube and a condom off the bedside table and the prep work was done quickly and efficiently. Roxas had taken his turn latching onto Axel's neck and returning the favor, bent on leaving all the same marks on Axel that he had left on Roxas.
"We're both gonna be wearing turtlenecks or scarves for the next week." Axel grumbled as he sat up and pulled Roxas to him, giving no warning as he pushed inside.
Roxas groaned at the feeling, "Yeah well, you started it."
"Actually I think you did, what with that unmarred skin and all. I just couldn't help myself." Axel growled back, giving Roxas a moment to adjust.
"You clearly have no self control." Roxas replied as he shifted his hips to grind down on Axel.
"Like you're one to talk." Roxas laughed a breathy laugh as Axel finally started to move.
"Enough talking for tonight," Roxas growled, pulling Axel down to meet his lips.
Roxas woke up the next morning pleasantly sore and warm. Strong arms were wrapped around him and when he shifted they pulled him closer. Axel was unusually warm, but that way okay because Roxas liked warm. For what could easily stay a one night stand, Roxas was very comfortable wrapped up in this near strangers arms and he really didn't want to leave, but eventually Axel himself started to stir and his blissful morning after was over.
Green eyes cracked open to look at Roxas and oh god they're even better with that hazy sleepy look in the early morning light. Roxas decided then that either this morning was never allowed to end or there had to be many many more of them. A lazy smile reached Axel's face as he recognized the face in his bed so early in the… well, afternoon. "Morning."
Roxas smiled back because he simply couldn't help but smile with Axel. "Morning."
"Would you like some breakfast?" Axel asked, bringing a hand up to rub the sleep from his eyes.
"Depends on what you can make." Roxas grinned.
"Blueberry pancakes?"
"Mmmm my favorite." Roxas shut his eyes in content at the thought of his favorite breakfast.
Axel chuckled softly beside him. "Blueberry pancakes it is then." He sat up, stretching long limbs far above his head, groaning through pops of bone on bone. Giving Roxas one last grin as he simply pulled on a pair of sweat pants before leaving the room, calling back to the blond, "Bathroom's off this hall. Have at it."
Roxas didn't hesitate to take up the offer, slipping into the room after swiping a pair of sweats and a soft t-shirt from the redhead's clothes. He took his time in the shower, enjoying the smells he was already starting to associate with the not-so-stranger. Axel gave him a crooked smile when he made his way into the kitchen, clean and dressed in the redhead's clothes. "Well isn't that a sight I would like to see more of." Roxas smiled, happy to hear that Axel wanted to see more of him just like he wanted to see more of Axel.
"Yeah well, if those pancakes taste as good as they smell I just might grant you that privilege." Roxas smiled.
They were better.
Roxas learned a lot about Axel in their short time together, and he almost feared he was falling too fast. He worked in a tattoo parlor, although at the moment he only did piercings. He was still working on being an actual artist. He loved listening to just about any kind of rock, but was willing to listening to almost anything else as long as it was decent music. He had two tattoos: the diamonds on his face as well as a red and silver Chinese wheel with wicked looking spikes on his hip. He was thinking about getting one more; a roman numeral eight because it was always a number he associated himself with, to which Roxas told him he was thinking of getting a thirteen in the same style and for the same reasons. His best friend from birth was a sandy blond named Demyx, although he admitted that he wasn't sure how they stayed friends for so long since they were seemingly opposites in an almost fundamental way.
He also learned little things, like Axel loved candles lite whenever he could because he found fire comforting and he hoped to have a big fireplace someday. He loved when someone remembered his name because he said he could live forever in people's memories. He was fiercely loyal and would do anything he could to make those he cared about happy, although sometimes he didn't understand what that person was feeling and he messed up and made things worse. He liked to talk and joke during sex.
But most of all, he was able to make Roxas smile like no one else could.
Roxas had no doubt that what he and Axel had was special, and it seemed Axel felt the same because he wanted Roxas to meet his family, and of course to meet Roxas's as well. And that was exactly what they were doing. Axel sat on one side of the table, Roxas's twin Ventus, his older brother Sora, and his younger sister Naminé sitting opposite him, with Roxas's parents on either side.
"So Axel, what do you like most about Roxas?" Roxas's mother, a pretty brunette with soft blue eyes, asked him. The blond in question having stepped out to do something or other at his father's request, although they all knew it was just an excuse for them to talk to Axel without him there.
"Well personality wise I love how curious he is. I like someone who always wants to learn more and isn't afraid to ask something." Roxas's father, a stern looking blond, nodded his head slightly in what Axel hoped was approval of his answer. "Appearance wise I would have to say his smile," Axel himself smiling fondly at the thought. "He has the most beautiful smile I've ever seen."
"It is good to see Roxas smiling so much now." Ventus mentioned. Axel was surprised to come face to face with Roxas's twin, but after looking at them both side by side he could see clear differences between them. Roxas, when not smiling, had a more serious set to his mouth, his eyebrows were a darker blond, his jaw a little more defined, and although most would say they were the same, Roxas had the better smile in Axel's opinion.
"What do you mean? He smiles all the time." Axel questioned.
"For you maybe." Sora replied. "Roxas has never really been one for smiling. He's always been the serious one, saying he didn't see a point in smiling if he had no real reason to. But now that he's with you, it seems he's found a reason to smile." As stupid as he felt thinking it, Axel's heart warmed at the thought that all those perfect smiles he saw on the blonde's face were because of him.
That night the two went out drinking in celebration of Roxas's family's approval of Axel. The next morning, Axel decided they definitely had too much the night before. On Roxas's hip was a black roman numeral eight, matching the roman numeral thirteen they found on Axel's shoulder blade. After getting over the shock of finding tattoos they didn't remember getting, they laughed because it was like their own personal version of getting each other's name tattooed on their bodies.
They eventually found a home together with a large fireplace that Axel could light each night and they could curl up together in front of. Every once and a while Roxas would think about how this all started out with a night at the club and how he could have gone home with anyone that night. And every time he was grateful that Axel had approached him and made him smile.
Just like he did every day after that.