Flavor of You

The sweltering summer sun hangs endlessly in the distant horizon. A droplet of light slides hopelessly over a surface of glistening blue, like the sheen of sweat forming over a furrowed brow. The heat blankets the twilight city in a wavering veil, beckoning its inhabitants to rise above it with the relief of cool blue sea salt ice cream.

Emerald eyes narrow as a serving of the oddly colored treat is slipped between the boy’s fingers. He raises an eyebrow as he smells it, inhaling the tendrils of cold rising off its surface from the heat of the surrounding air.

“You know Roxas, blue…is such an unnatural color for food…” the green eyed boy speaks, further examining the ice cream as a droplet of it slides from it’s origin and onto his thin fingers.

“Just try it Axel. It’ll at least make you feel better in this heat!” the other boy speaks, perfectly content as he slips his own Popsicle between his lips, savoring the salty sweet flavor bathing his tongue.

Axel wrinkles his nose at the ice cream, not particularly bothered by the summer heat. He shrugs and takes an experimental lick, smacking his lips together at the constantly changing tastes invading his senses. It’s actually kind of good.

Roxas smiles softly at Axel as they walk together along the sidewalk of market street, quietly sharing ice cream to relieve themselves of the humidity that is hanging in the air. Roxas catches himself staring absently at the other boy as they walk. His face blushes almost as deeply as Axel’s red hair, which seems to defy the principle of gravity almost as much as he defies every rule set before him. His tattooed cheeks give a pleasant accent to his piercing green eyes, narrowed in concentration as he studies the taste in his mouth.

“Good huh?” Roxas finally speaks, watching the redhead for a reaction as he tangles his fingers through his own blonde locks, making mental note of the sweat beading uncomfortably on his hairline.

Axel nods absently, biting the top of his ice cream and chewing it idly as they walk. His eyes wander down to the sidewalk, watching his boots carefully step over each crack. He smiles to himself as he finds himself counting them with each step and suddenly wonders why he even bothered to wear anything but flip flops in the middle of the summer. He scoffs and looks over at Roxas, who is still watching him thoughtfully.

“Heh, is my tongue blue?” Axel laughs, sticking his tongue out at the blonde playfully as he nudges him in the shoulder.

Roxas’ steps falter slightly from the push and he snickers at the bluish tint covering the redhead’s mouth. “Yea…you look like a smurf. Haha” he teases, making a lazy run for it as Axel reaches out to grab him.

“Whatever man. You gave me this crap!” he calls out to the blonde ahead of him, gesturing to the slightly melting ice cream clutched between his now sticky fingers.

Axel chases Roxas to their usual spot, tucked secretly in an alleyway of the town and furnished with their collections of various items gathered from the streets.

The redhead staggers through the curtain pulled over the doorway to find Roxas seated happily on the threadbare couch, finishing the last of his Popsicle. Axel shakes his head and plops next the blonde, devouring him with his eyes as he traces his tongue over the length of the ice cream, turning the innocent childhood treat into a delicious phallic symbol.

Roxas cocks an eyebrow at Axel as he watches him swirl his tongue over the bitten off top, never taking his half lidded green eyes off the blonde.

“Aw you’re such a tease Ax…” Roxas whines, licking his lips with a mixture of thoughts running through his mind. Thoughts of ice cream and Axel’s tongue all jumbled together in a very frustrated blonde pouting on the couch.

Axel nods slowly, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he moans pleasantly at the taste of the treat gliding over his bright blue tongue.

“You suck! Share that with me!” Roxas yells, tackling Axel into the cushions of the couch as he fumbles for his ice cream.

The boys laugh and Axel effortlessly holds Roxas back from his goal but is pleasantly surprised to find the blonde now straddling his lap. Roxas cross his arms over his chest in a childish pout as the redhead leans back and savors the taste of the ice cream mixed with the feeling of the blonde’s weight against his body.

“Mmm…you’re so fucking hot Roxas….how can I resist you?” Axel purrs, offering the Popsicle to the blonde. “…only a lick now…”

Roxas smiles and leans forward, tracing his tongue torturously slow up the length of the treat, letting a single blue droplet visibly slide over his parted lips.

Axel’s mouth drops open at the sight and unknowingly moans as he then bites his lip, watching the blonde slip the top of the Popsicle into his mouth and the rest into his open throat, never taking his sapphire eyes off of the redhead’s now flushed face.

Roxas laughs inwardly to himself, closing his eyes and he retracts the ice cream from his lips, licking them slowly and moaning pleasantly at the taste. “Mmm…so good…” he whispers, leaning back from the offered treat and pulling his shirt over his head. “It’s so hot in here…”

Axel sighs and leans forward, pressing his lips to the blonde’s hungrily, lapping up every drop of ice cream lingering on the cool, soft skin. A smile paints across his face as he feels Roxas tugging at the base of his shirt, coaxing it over his head and onto the floor.

“Ahh…” Axel groans, wriggling his hips experimentally beneath the blonde, swearing to himself that he can feel Roxas’ aroused sex pressing into his groin.

He smiles and pulls back from their kiss as the ice cream in his hand begins to melt over his fingers again. “Aw damn…looks like I’m going to have to use this up…and quick…” he teases as he raises the treat to Roxas’ skin and presses it against his smooth, exposed neck.

Roxas shudders from the contact of the frozen dessert gliding over his skin, followed shortly by Axel’s tongue, retracing the path of the dripping blue trails. Chills race up his spine and goosebumps form over the base of his neck as the redhead continues to bathe him in ice cream before cleaning it up hungrily. A stifled moan escapes the blonde’s lips as he feels the slow, rhythmic grind of Axel’s hips beneath him as he adds playful nips to his savoring of his Roxas flavored ice cream.

Axel growls against Roxas’ skin, pushing their bodies together tighter as he flicks his tongue over the blue glaze coating the boy’s nipple, rewarding himself with a high pitched gasp from the blonde.

He moans deeply to himself as he feels Roxas reach down and begin to fumble with the buckle his pants. He simply cannot take the overwhelming tease of having ice cream licked from his sweat covered body anymore.

Axel obliges the blonde as he raises his hips to allow his pants to be pulled off and discarded across the room, leaving him in a pair of hunter green silk boxers for which he saves for Roxas only. The blonde follows suit and wriggles out of his pants, tossing them aside as he replaces himself lustfully on Axel’s lap, burying his heat flushed face in the boy’s shoulder.

Roxas licks and nips at the sensitive skin on the redhead’s neck as Axel smears more of the wilting Popsicle against his skin, causing them both to become a wet, sticky mess. Trails of blue ice cream drip over Axel’s chest from Roxas pressing their bodies together and the blonde takes this opportunity to even the playing field by lapping at his skin and dispersing heated gasps against the sensitive area. Axel groans breathlessly as Roxas takes his pierced nipple into his mouth and swirls his tongue around the silver ring playfully.

“Ahh…Roxas…you’re so good. You…taste so good..” Axel mumbles, his mind hazing over with lust and a potential heat stroke as he traces the almost disappeared Popsicle down the blonde’s spine. He smiles to hear Roxas gasp against him as he pulls the boy’s boxers from his waist to let the dripping trail of blue slip between the cleft of his ass.

Roxas suddenly arches his back and moans at the unexpected feeling of the melting ice cream coating his opening. Axel grins devilishly and allows the rest of the popsicle to wilt against the blonde’s ass, turning him into the perfect dessert for him to devour.

Axel pops a finger into his mouth, sucking off the sticky mess before he reaches around and presses it to Roxas’ opening, rewarding him with a stuttered cry from the blonde.

“Ahh…yes…” Roxas sighs, holding onto Axel’s bare shoulders for support as a single blue coated finger is slipped inside his body. He rises up onto his knees and presses his hardened exposed cock against Axel’s sweat beaded chest, rocking his hips shamelessly as a second finger is pushed inside him.

Axel groans at the dull ache beckoning for attention behind the silken prison of his boxers as the writhing blonde in his lap shudders against him. He arches his back and Roxas bends down enough to press their lips together, their tongue tasting every flavor of each other. Roxas sighs at the sweet, ice cream taste in Axel’s mouth and grinds his erection over the boy’s sweat lubricated chest harder as he adds a third and final finger to his body, stimulating a place inside that makes his toes curl, his legs tensing against Axel’s thighs.

“Mmm…more…” Roxas whimpers as his nerves are lit aflame with lust for the redhead teasing every inch of his body. He moans loudly as the nimble fingers are retracted from his body and he watches through half lidded sapphire eyes as Axel pulls his cock from his boxers and slaps Roxas’ inner thigh with it teasingly.

“Ahh…gods I want you so bad Roxas…” Axel mutters, positioning himself at the blonde’s entrance and guiding him down with a hand gripped anxiously over his hip onto his waiting erection.

Roxas cries out shrilly as he fully impales himself onto the redhead, his body accommodating eagerly to his thickness and impressive length. Axel’s hands tighten over the blonde’s hips, steadying his nerves as his heart pounds ruthlessly in his chest. The muscles engulfing him finally relax and Axel slowly rises Roxas off his lap and back down again.

Roxas grips his fingers over the sweat and ice cream sticky skin on Axel’s chest and shoulders, his eyes squeezing shut momentarily as he steadily creates a rhythm of his own. Short gasps spill from his mouth as he then begins to bounce up and down in Axel’s lap.

“Ffffuuckk…” Axel moans loudly, drawing out the single word until there is no air left in his lungs as Roxas rides him faster and harder with each passing moment. He tilts his head back against the cushions of the couch, his green eyes sliding closed as he envelopes himself in the heat wave of pleasure washing over him.

Sweat spills over their skin in torrents as the summer heat reaches its peak in the sky. Unabashed moans ring out through the room as Axel reaches out and begins to stroke Roxas’ throbbing cock with the rhythm of his rocking body. Pre-cum spills over his fingers to mix together with the glaze of ice cream still smeared over his tightly gripped hand as he massages the erection pressing forward between Roxas’ legs.

Roxas screams out Axel’s name into the empty humid air and throws his head back as the tension in his body becomes almost to much to bear. His unruly locks of blonde mat down against his forehead as sweat trickles down his temples and over his deeply flushed cheeks. He shakes the stray strands out of his face, flinging droplets over him and Axel’s pumping bodies. The tie in Axel’s hair begins to fall loose from its friction against the couch, smearing his long dampened hair against his arched spine.

“Don’t ever stop…Roxas…so…close…” Axel groans, wrapping his arm up around the blonde’s back to grip onto his shoulder, driving himself deeper and harder into the boy’s body as he continues to stroke him fervidly to completion.

The heat pounds in Roxas’ ears as he cries out, his fingers desperately grabbing a hold of anything to keep him from passing out as he spills his orgasm across Axel’s sweat and ice cream beaded chest.

The wavering contractions of Roxas’ muscles around his cock send Axel over the edge shortly after, causing him to suddenly fill the blonde with peal white heaven. The boys shudder against each other and Roxas collapses onto the redhead beneath him.

“Heh…eww…you’re all sticky…” Axel whispers, tracing his tongue over Roxas’ cheek playfully, the taste of melted ice cream and sweat lingering on his skin.

“It’s…all…your fault…” Roxas gasps, catching his breath as he lazily rolls off of Axel, onto the couch, wanting relief from the film of dried ice cream, sweat and cum sticking to his skin.

Axel chuckles softly and pulls his boxers back over his hips and cringes at the uncomfortable feeling on his body as he replaces his jeans as well. His eyes wander over to Roxas as he flops back down on to the couch, watching the blonde fix his appearance to the best of his abilities.

“Ah, if sea salt ice cream is like that…I want it everyday…” Axel mutters, licking his lips slowly as his cock twitches again beneath his jeans, remembering what had transpired only a few minutes ago.

“Well then let’s get some more!” Roxas chimes, covering up a slight limp as he walks to the curtain of the door. “Then afterwards, I think we should go to the beach for a swim! I have got to clean up before I crawl out of my skin…haha.”

A smug grin spreads across Axel’s face he jumps off the couch and follows Roxas eagerly out into the sunset haze of the summer afternoon, playfully tickling and prodding the blonde with his sticky hands as they walk back to the ice cream shop.

Axel sighs peacefully to himself, his eyes following the blonde hungrily and he suddenly stops him in his tracks. Roxas turns to the redhead smiling down at him, his eyes relaxed and bright against the dying sunset. Axel then leans down and presses a passionate kiss to the blonde’s lips, thinking to himself…I wonder if ice cream is an aphrodisiac?

~Fin~