You Taste Like...

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Don’t you just hate it when your mind and your body don’t agree? Well Roxas definitely did and unfortunately it had been happening to him a lot lately. First was when his body reacted pleasantly to Axel’s touches. Then when his body actually moved and reciprocated Axel’s touches. Now, almost the opposite was happening. He had finally decided to call Axel, but his fingers just wouldn’t press the goddamn send button.

How stupid was that? God he hated his body.

This whole ordeal started about an hour ago or maybe even a little longer. He had just finished watching a movie with his brother, once the brat finally got home, and it was just past 10 o’clock at night. He was sure Axel wouldn’t mind him calling that late since the red haired male probably didn’t sleep till the early morning hours.

So for that whole hour or so Roxas had just been staring at his phone, the number entered in but not dialled. Every time the screen would darken he would just touch the up arrow and it would come back to life.

He was probably wasting his battery like this.

God this was stupid. He thought this would have been the easy part! He had already overcome the mental block of actually admitting that he wanted to call the bastard; dialling should have been easy!

Roxas was so tempted to just pick up his phone and throw it across the room in frustration. Just as he lifted his hand a little higher and had picked out a nice spot on the wall his bedroom door burst open.

“Roxas! Whatcha doing?” Sora asked, bounding into his room without warning.

“Sora! What the hell!” Roxas practically yelled, then realizing what time it was he lowered his voice. “What if I was sleeping or something?
Don’t you know how to respect someone’s privacy?”

“You haven’t brushed your teeth so I knew you weren’t sleeping,” Sora replied in a know-it-all voice. “So what are you doing? Calling someone?” he asked, reaching out to take Roxas’ phone, examining it.

Roxas sighed; he really needed to get a lock or something for his door. “Yeah, I was going to call someone.” He decided to leave out who he was calling.

“Oh! Well then I will leave you to it!” he replied, far too cheery for so late at night. Finishing with Roxas’ cell phone he tossed it back on the bed before leaving as quickly as he came.

“Crazy brother…” Roxas mumbled to himself as he picked his phone back up off the bed.

Turning it in his hands so if was facing him Roxas paled when he realized that somehow his phone had dialled Axel’s number and was ringing… Sora. Stupid Sora.

Just as he was about to hit the end button Roxas heard a voice come through his phone.

Oh god, it was too late! Lifting the phone to his ear Roxas listened for the voice.

“Hello? Fuck! If I ever find out who you are…” the voice on the other end began to threaten.

“Axel?” Roxas spoke quickly, hoping Axel wasn’t really mad.

There was a long pause on the other end of the line before a curious “Roxas?” Roxas sighed in relief. Axel no longer sounded quite so pissed off anymore. “What the hell are you doing calling me past 12? Is this a booty call?”

Roxas couldn’t help a scoff. “You wish,” he replied, then paused. “And sorry, I didn’t realize it was so late, I meant to call you earlier…” he drifted off.

“I’ll let it pass this time, but next time I’m assuming it’s a booty call and I’m going to come over and have my way with you,” Axel replied with a laugh before sighing as he got comfortable. “So why’d you call?”

Roxas paused at this. Why did he call? “Well… you said to call you… so, you know…” he mumbled trying to come up with an answer that didn’t sound quite so stupid.

“So… you called me at 12 o‘clock because I told you to. Aw that’s cute…” Axel cooed in a sleepy voice.

“Shut up! I knew I shouldn’t have called you…” Roxas mumbled. There was that cocky attitude again; even half asleep it still managed to come out.

“Aw I’m kidding, Roxy. So is there anything you want to talk about?” Axel asked, yawning shortly after he finished speaking.

“Uhm, not really,” Roxas laughed as he lay back on his bed.

“Good, cause I have something I wanted to ask you,” Axel stated. “So since Halloween is Friday, we are having a Halloween party down at the shop and I wanted you to come.”

Roxas was quiet for a moment. The last thing he wanted to do was go to a party with strangers, especially those from the tattoo parlour. He was sure they would be just as strange as the people he had already seen. “I don’t think so…” he stated slowly.

“Aw, come on Roxas, you have to. I’ll be so bored without you… and Riku and Sora are going, together,” Axel taunted.

Roxas made an unhappy sound in his throat at that. Sora was going, and with the bad influence? Roxas would have to go just to keep an eye on them, make sure Riku didn’t do anything or get Sora to do anything. “Fine, I’ll go, but I’m not dressing up.”

“Roxy, the whole point of a Halloween party is to dress up.” Dropping his voice Axel continued, “Besides I have the perfect costume for you.”

Roxas definitely didn’t like that tone, it implied something bad for him. Though, he couldn’t just let his brother go with Riku… Gah, stupid Axel. “Fine, but if I don’t like the costume I’m leaving,” Roxas warned.

“I’ll take it,” Axel laughed. There was some shuffling around on his end as he pushed the covers off his body.

Roxas took that moment to pull his own covers up to his chest as he snuggled into them. There was a pleasant silence between them and Roxas allowed his eyes to close.

"Are you in bed, Roxas?” Axel asked slowly, his voice low.

Roxas just ‘mmhm-ed’ in response; he was sure he was about to fall asleep at any second.

“Do you sleep naked?” Axel asked his tone soft but serious.

Roxas laughed shortly before replying, “Goodnight Axel.” He was just about to close his phone when he heard Axel speak.

“Please, Roxas,” Axel begged, his voice so low and sultry. “Just answer, then I’ll hang up.”

Keeping his eyes closed Roxas was silent. Why did Axel want to know if he did or not? Of course he didn’t sleep naked, but why did a part of him want to say he did? His heart sped up a little at the thought of telling Axel that he did and he wasn’t sure why. Taking a deep breath Roxas whispered into the phone, “Yeah.”

Axel groaned quietly and there was a pause before he spoke, “Goodnight, Roxas.”

Roxas mumbled a quick bye before Axel hung up the phone and Roxas was left with this tingling sensation in his stomach. His heart was beating rapidly and he wasn’t sure why. Well that was a lie, he had an idea why, but he didn’t want to think of it.

It was so weird when other people thought about him in ‘that’ kind of way. It made him feel uncomfortable, but also kind of excited. He felt the air under the sheets grow warmer, his body temperature rising as he continued to think about what he had just told Axel. It was getting uncomfortable to still be in his clothes.

Reaching down under the covers, Roxas started to lift the hem of his shirt, cool fingers brushing his warming skin. Shivering momentarily Roxas continued to lift his shirt up and over his head, silently gasping as his shoulders came in contact with the cool air. Pulling the comforter even higher up so it was bunched under his chin, Roxas’ hands found their way to the top of his pants.

Closing his eyes, he wondered what Axel was doing at that moment. He tried to picture it in his mind. Since Axel had been asleep, Roxas pictured the red head spread out across his bed, blankets pooled at his feet. Fiery red boxers lay low on his hips, exposing a think waist and creamy white skin.

Roxas bit his lip gently as he unbuttoned the top of his pants and hooked his thumbs in the waistband. In one slow movement he pulled everything down and off his legs, kicking them somewhere under the blankets. He felt his heart beat even faster as he lay skin absolutely burning underneath the covers in nothing but his socks.

It was so weird, yet completely arousing to be lying there, thinking about Axel in any sort of a sexual way.

In his mind, he saw Axel’s hand teasingly trail down his own thin stomach to reach his boxer’s, pulling down one side until fiery red was visible. Opening his vibrant green eyes, seeming to look straight at Roxas, Axel slid his hand underneath the waist band as grasped what lay hidden beneath.

Roxas moaned softly as he felt himself stiffen at the thought. Tentatively he reached down, fingers ghosting across hot hardening flesh. Gaining a little confidence, he wrapped his fist around his cock and gave a squeeze. He barely held back the groan that threatened to escape him as he started a slow pumping rhythm.

He imagined what kind of pace Axel would have, probably hard and fast, it matched Axel’s personality. In his mind he pictured Axel stroking himself, his other hand thrown up above his head, fingers tangled in his wild red hair. He would just keep picking up the pace, feeling that burning growing in the pit of his stomach as he got closer and closer.

Matching the rhythm Axel had in his mind Roxas felt the pressure building. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly as he continued to imagine Axel. Sweat matting down his red hair as his chest thundered with his heavy pants. They were both so close to the edge. Roxas watched as Axel’s entire body tensed, back arching off the bed and his eyes shot open.

Crying out softly Roxas shuddered his release. Gasping for breath, Roxas pulled his sticky hand away and wiped it on the sheets below him. His chest heaved up and down as he felt the waves of pleasure slowly start to ebb. A sudden exhaustion seemed to overtake him as he snuggled deeper into his covers, relishing in the lingering warmth. Images of Axel still floated in and out of his thought and didn’t even want to begin to think about what Axel would say if he ever found out about what he just did.

Just as he was about to drift off to sleep he felt the bed next to him vibrate. Cracking open one eye Roxas sighed as he picked up his phone. Opening it he had one new text message from Axel. Pressing the ‘read’ button Roxas blushed at the message that popped up.

All that it said was ‘Fuck… Roxas.’

Closing his phone quickly, Roxas set it down next to him and tried to bury himself deeper in the covers. He just hoped sleep would come very soon, before he had a chance to even begin thinking about what the message meant.