Closed RP: Axel and Roxas.
Warning for smutty boys!
It had been late afternoon when they'd fallen asleep. Roxas was still suffering from strange bouts of tiredness every now and then that Axel put down to the unpopcorning. It was nothing that couldn't be cured by a quick nap usually. Axel had forced the short blond to shower after his little escapade in the lake before he set foot anywhere near his room, Axel may not have looked it but he was very fussy about cleanliness. Clutter was great, he lived in clutter -but dirt, no fucking way. Bad smells? Jesus, no.
Axel had spent the better part of half an hour crossing his legs and thinking of Vexen in a teddy while Roxas had showered in front of him ("Why do you have to stay with me?! Can't you just fuck off back to your room and clean it?!" - "I have to make sure you know the way, of course. Besides, I suddenly feel like washing too!" He hadn't.)- of course with his head turned away. He was an honourable man. Well, maybe he was just an okay man, he'd figured after the fifth time he'd snuck a peek at the lusicious, white skin of Roxas's backside and legs.
They'd planned to go find a way to watch a movie or play some video games ("What do you mean there's no fucking electricity here?!") afterwards, but Roxas had lay down on Axel's bed while the redhead had changed and when he returned, wearing a plain white shirt and washed-out jeans, Roxas was curled up like a damn kitten sound asleep. Axel had sat down beside him and stroked his messy hair and soft cheeks, a slight warmth tickling and spreading through him. The redhead rubbed his own chest and stomach, frowning before he lay down behind Roxas. He hesitated for a minute before he wrapped his arm around the blond and snuggled close. Am I going too far? He thinks he's in love with me after all and I've told him I need space. Why the fuck did I do that? He breathed in the scent of Roxas's clean skin and grimaced. Roxas and that fucking midget, Ed. Axel shook his head. He was a very flawed man, Axel, the thought that perhaps Roxas BC (before corning) couldn't wait for Axel while he brooded and wouldn't talk and argued and blocked everything out didn't cross his mind. Arrogance and ignorance. He was immature, unused to having feelings at all and still a teenager. Very flawed, indeed.
The afternoon sun was setting. Axel: eventually calm and relaxed had fallen asleep quite deeply lost in his thoughts of Roxas BC and everything he'd said and wished he'd said then before he went through all of this.
It had been late afternoon when they'd fallen asleep. Roxas was still suffering from strange bouts of tiredness every now and then that Axel put down to the unpopcorning. It was nothing that couldn't be cured by a quick nap usually. Axel had forced the short blond to shower after his little escapade in the lake before he set foot anywhere near his room, Axel may not have looked it but he was very fussy about cleanliness. Clutter was great, he lived in clutter -but dirt, no fucking way. Bad smells? Jesus, no.
Axel had spent the better part of half an hour crossing his legs and thinking of Vexen in a teddy while Roxas had showered in front of him ("Why do you have to stay with me?! Can't you just fuck off back to your room and clean it?!" - "I have to make sure you know the way, of course. Besides, I suddenly feel like washing too!" He hadn't.)- of course with his head turned away. He was an honourable man. Well, maybe he was just an okay man, he'd figured after the fifth time he'd snuck a peek at the lusicious, white skin of Roxas's backside and legs.
They'd planned to go find a way to watch a movie or play some video games ("What do you mean there's no fucking electricity here?!") afterwards, but Roxas had lay down on Axel's bed while the redhead had changed and when he returned, wearing a plain white shirt and washed-out jeans, Roxas was curled up like a damn kitten sound asleep. Axel had sat down beside him and stroked his messy hair and soft cheeks, a slight warmth tickling and spreading through him. The redhead rubbed his own chest and stomach, frowning before he lay down behind Roxas. He hesitated for a minute before he wrapped his arm around the blond and snuggled close. Am I going too far? He thinks he's in love with me after all and I've told him I need space. Why the fuck did I do that? He breathed in the scent of Roxas's clean skin and grimaced. Roxas and that fucking midget, Ed. Axel shook his head. He was a very flawed man, Axel, the thought that perhaps Roxas BC (before corning) couldn't wait for Axel while he brooded and wouldn't talk and argued and blocked everything out didn't cross his mind. Arrogance and ignorance. He was immature, unused to having feelings at all and still a teenager. Very flawed, indeed.
The afternoon sun was setting. Axel: eventually calm and relaxed had fallen asleep quite deeply lost in his thoughts of Roxas BC and everything he'd said and wished he'd said then before he went through all of this.