Phone Call

This has never actually been put on KHKink, because someone else snatched the prompt from me after I claimed it.

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"Mm, hello?"

"Roxas, is my brother there again?! You blonde little shit, you know I said that
he had to be at home today! I swear to god I'm gonna—"

Roxas tuned out the shouting redhead, instead holding the phone away from himself a
bit, covering the mouthpiece with one hand. His other hand reached over, covering the
mouth of the redhead waking up next to him. "Are you here? Reno wants to know." He
whispered, moving his hand once he was sure his companion wasn't going to make any
noises to get them caught.

Axel paused a moment, frowning in sleepy concentration, before shaking his head.

Roxas pulled the phone back to his ear, uncovering the mouthpiece and not wanting to
wonder what exactly Reno has been threatening that involved a monkey wrench and his
te—oh. Ow. They better not get caught. "He's not-ahh...—here, sorry." He finally said as
Reno took a breath, sending a sharp blue glare at the top of his blankets. Or, more
specifically, at the lump that was the back of Axel's head, hidden under his blankets but
most definitely doing something obscene. Not that Roxas needed the visual aid of
position and that steady bobbing motion that obscene lump in his blankets was doing—
he knew Axel was doing something because, dammit, the redhead was doing it to
him! Awakening his cock with lips and tongue and christ, even teeth, even
though less than an hour ago Roxas could have sworn he'd never be hard again. They'd
cut their last class of the day to go back to Roxas' place and fuck, pretty much the best
sex Roxas had ever had.

"Okay, well then, so—What the hell was that." Reno was still on the phone, and Roxas bit
his lip and held in a noise—cuss, whimper, moan, he's not even sure—when two of
Axel's fingers slid into him. Reno's definitely referring to the little gasp Roxas let out
when Axel first took him into his mouth. Obviously the redhead between his legs wanted
to make both their lives hell.

"Stubbed my toe." Roxas managed to mumble, yanking the blankets off of himself and
Axel. He knew, of course, that this would probably turn into a mistake, but it was one of
those calculated risk things. Axel wouldn't know he was being glared at if the barrier of
Roxas' blue and grey sheets prevented any glares from reaching the redhead. Of course,
at the same time, Roxas figured watching Axel would probably kill any urge he had to
glare.

"Alright, yo. So, do you have any idea where he might be?" Goddammit, Roxas mentally
cursed, why was Reno still on the phone!

"Maybe the arcade?" He was trying to sound normal, but that was getting harder and
harder ("Just like you are" Axel would have said with that low, smoky laugh of his, if his
mouth wasn't otherwise occupied).

"I'm not calling all the fuck over town to find him, yo! And his cellphone is off." Reno
answered back. Roxas was ready to just cuss him out and throw the phone aside, that
urge becoming stronger as Axel sat up and prompted him to roll over. The blonde
shifted himself, phone crammed between his ear and shoulder, and oh god his neck was
going to hurt later. Still, now Roxas was on his elbows and knees, and wondering if it
was sad that he recognized the sounds of Axel jerking off and putting on a condom. He
was also wondering if this new position was going to hurt at all—they'd only been
screwing for a couple of weeks, and Roxas had been on his back every time, with the
noteworthy exception of earlier that day. Actually, just thinking about the way Axel had
prompted him into riding him—and oh god, the feeling of it—made his cock
twitch again...

"Roxas, are you there?! For fuck's sake, I'm talking to you, yo!" Reno was
shouting again, and Roxas' mind raced to try and think of an excuse.

"I'm, err... cooking! Yeah, sorry. Making some—" holyshitwhattimewasit?! "—tacos. For
dinner. Is his phone going right to voicemail or—OH, GOD!" Roxas was cut off as Axel
thrust into him, quickly cramming his fist into his mouth to keep down the sudden loud
moans that wanted to escape his lips. He'd never felt anything like this before, and if it
wasn't for the fact that Reno would come over and shoot them both he would just throw
the phone aside and start moaning out Axel's name rightthefucknow...!

"Roxas?" Shit why was Reno still on the phone?! "Roxas! What the fuck, yo?! Are
you okay?"

"I... ah... burned myself... hot meat grease... Ah!" He managed to grind out
between gasps as Axel thrust. And there was that low, smoky laugh he'd
imagined earlier, a little bit out of breath. Roxas wasn't sure if Axel was laughing at his
predicament, or the term 'hot meat grease' something the blonde just knew his
friend would find infinitely amusing.

"Holy fuck, are you okay?!" Why did Reno have to sound genuinely concerned?
Roxas mentally groaned, shaking his head a little.

"I... I'mfine..." He panted out, hips jerking as Axel's hand wrapped around his length and
began to stroke. "So, uh... Axel! ...Axel's phone... is it going to... Mmm... his
voicemail, or...?" Holy shit, he can't keep this up much longer. They're going to get
caught, and Reno is going to kill him, and even that mental panic attack doesn't stop
Roxas' hips from thrusting back to meet Axel's.

"I keep gettin' his voicemail right away. But he normally always remembers to turn his
phone on after school, y'know?" Oh my GOD, Reno, shut UP! Roxas wanted to
scream, and then he wanted to scream Axel's name about a dozen times as he came. He
was at least a little grateful that Axel—normally very vocal in bed—was keeping his voice
down, but the stupid redhead didn't have to try and hold up a normal-sounding phone
conversation while doing it.

"Look, Reno, I don't know where he is." Roxas managed with surprising clarity, though
his voice nearly cracked at the end when Axel gave his cock a particularly nice squeeze.
"But if I hear from him, I'll tell him to go—" shitsonofabitchthatfeelsgood "—home." And
hopefully Reno didn't notice that pause between words while Roxas tried not to scream
from pleasure.

"Alright. I'll just tell our parents that he couldn't make it to dinner because something
came up." Reno answered, and mercifully hung up. Roxas threw his phone to the floor,
thrusting himself back against Axel and moaning loudly.

"Oh, God, Axel!" He shouted immediately, tensing and shaking with his orgasm.

"Roxas. Roxas. Roxas." Axel mumbled above him, a litany to the blonde boy, hands
tense on his hips as he came. The two collapsed onto the bed, sweaty and sleepy, a
tangle of intertwined limbs.

And again, Roxas was pulled out of his half-asleep state by his phone ringing. He
reached down, fishing through the pile of their clothes on the floor, pulling it to his ear.
"Mm, hello?"

"You're done screwing my brother? Good." Oh, god, it's Reno again. And oh shit
did Roxas just hear him right?! "He knows Wednesday at six is always family dinner time.
Tell him to get his ass home now."

"At least this time he hung up..." Roxas mumbled, dropping his phone again, rolling
over and nuzzling against Axel. He'd worry about the fact that Reno knew they were
screwing, and that he didn't bother delivering the message, later on. For now, his body
needed to recover from the new best-fuck-of-his-life.

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