The Day My Computer Took A Shit
The Porno Phone
Axel bit his pen as he leaned back in his swivel chair and stared at the contraption. He was sure that it was made by Satan himself. Damn computer. He had been tricked into buying one by his best friend Demyx, who was addicted to chat rooms. If someone like Demyx could do it, Axel had believed himself capable.
START UP ERROR: Z141
START UP ERROR: Z141
START UP ERROR: Z141
And on and on it went, continuing down his entire screen. Axel was a genius, but not when it came to computers. He liked schemes. Yeah, schemes were more his style. He stared at the monitor for a few more minutes before standing. Flicking what the help manual said was the restart switch he stretched out his long legs and looked around his cluttered dorm room.
Huh. . . I was almost positive I had my lighter around here somewhere.
Somewhere was about the gist of it. Axel was currently standing knee deep in clothes, trash, old broken junk, and almost everything else that he had ever owned. To fully understand this organized chaos, you had to be just as lazy as Axel was. The way he thought was that, he got good grades, was in good shape (if a little thin) and so why should he be forced to also clean his own dorm room. Or do his own laundry. He had a job with no car to spend it on, no bills to pay, so it was easy just to go out and buy new clothes instead of washing his old ones. Ah, the college life.
He saw a metallic flash out of the corner of his eye and dropped to his knees. Diving face first into the mess of doom, he reached a long spindly arm under his almost hidden bed and snagged the small Zippo lighter, before the monster under his bed could devour it. And yes, there actually was a monster. It had grown fur first, from an old pudding cup, and then eyes, teeth, and so on. Axel knew that that was how he was going to die, being devoured by a mutated pudding creature, and was resigned to it. There were worse ways to die he suppose.
He sat back into his swivel chair, which had been anchored to the floor by mess, and tilted a little to the side from being placed upon something like a text book. Flipping his lighter lid open and closed. It was something of a nervous habit for him, to be used whenever he was in a stressful situation. Looking back at the monitor, the screen had become cluttered with words again.
START UP ERROR: Z141
START UP ERROR: Z141
START UP ERROR: Z141
Piece of shit thing, he muttered, whacking the monitor a few times with a balled fist. Work damn you!
But despite all of his swearing, mumbling and whacking, the thing just wouldnt cooperate.
Axel stretched out his long legs under his desk and closed his intense green eyes, slouching down in his chair with a sigh. His long arms found arm rests on his piles of clutter as he cursed every megabit on the computer, one by one. And he had been assured by the salesman that it had possessed quite a few. Hundreds? Thousands? He couldnt remember.
Wait, hadnt that selfsame pushy salesman say there was some sort of warranty? He levered himself up and bent over till his head was tucked under his desk searching through all of the boxes and bags that had come with the computer purchase.
Alas Poor Yorrik, I knew him well!
He pulled out the long receipt out of one of the plastic bags and scanned over it. Wasnt there supposed to be some sort of help line telephone number or something.
Aha! I gotcha!
He slipped his cell phone out of his pocket and flipped the screen open. Looking back to check the number once or twice every so often to check.
The phone rang for what must have been thirty times. Was there some sort of hours he was only supposed to call at? No. It said right there next to the number All day, every day. That means 24/7 in human talk doesnt it?
The Geek Squad, how can I be of service?
Id like a cheeseburger, two fries, a milkshake, and onion rings please.
Well goodness, hadnt that been computer related? Axel thought he had made it completely clear. His modem was acting up, it said he needed a mouse, and something called a USB was trying to eat out his CDR. Computers were some kinky shit. But still, he had gotten little satisfaction in the tiny prank call, and his computer was still acting up, so he decided to try again.
Ten rings, twenty rings, thirty rings. . .
The Geek Squad, how can I be of service?
My computer is broken.
Roxas sighed on the other side of the phone, at the obvious idiotic comment.
Well of course your computers broken! I dont take calls from strangers normally you ass-wipe, what did you think was going on?
It had been a long day, and he was starting to regret accepting this part of the job. All day long all he got were morons who didnt understand anything, and tried to make pleasant conversation. He didnt want conversation. He wanted his paycheck and the two week notice he had give to be completed.
I understand that sir, but would you care to elaborate?
Axel chuckled. Of course he would get the self help guy with some sarcastic bite. Oh well, at least it was better then some old man with a boring voice. In fact, as bored as he sounded, this guys voice was very. . . sensual? This should be interesting. Axel chuckled at the thought.
It keeps saying Start Up Error: z141
Roxass breath caught at the sound of the customers laugh. It was a dark and mysterious laugh, and. . . and he liked it. His heart had even skipped a beat. That was just plain retarded. He shook his head and concentrated on the matter at hand. He wouldnt keep noticing the way that the customers voice sounded, or how his breath sounded on the other side of the phone, deep and relaxed. Nope, Roxas was definitely not thinking about it.
Z141 you said?
Yes. . . came the sensuous reply.
Was it just him, or was it getting hot inside Roxass small office cubicle? Was it even possible for heat to get trapped within a cubical? Either way he had to stop this nonsense right now! Who ever thought about getting so worked up over a few softly said lines? So he coughed and cleared his throat.
Uhm, this means that you have your monitor connected to the CPU improperly.
Axel felt a sort of shiver run down his spine. Was this, excitement?
Wait. . . my what? Whats a CPU?
Roxas couldnt believe his ears. Did this guy really not know, or was this some kind of strange pick up line? Wait, why did he even want this guy to be trying to pick him up?
The CPU is the big tower thing.
Axel instantly looked at the black box of doom sitting on his desk. He poked it with a finger for good measure.
Axel realized that the guy on the other side of the phone couldnt exactly see what he was pointing at, but it was already too late.
This is a phone, I have no idea what youre pointing at.
Axel laughed, and he heard a soft gasp on the other side of the phone. Talk about sexy! In fact, the images running through his mind from that small sound were down-right dirty. Somewhere along the lines of throwing the stranger over all of his useless computer equipment and taking him right then and there. Oh my, but what happens if hes Seme? A bucket of proverbial cold water doused Axels passions. Better halt that thought right there Mr.!
Roxas had no idea what was going on but the customer had laughed, and it once again took his breath away, along with his rational thinking capabilities. And then it just got worse! The man on the opposite side of the phone began breathing heavy and harsh, as if in the first throes of passion. It was almost too much to handle for Roxass little mind, and even smaller control. He wanted. . . Well to put it lightly, he wanted to be thrown over some kind of horizontal surface and be taken like he had never been taken before! Oh god, what was he thinking!? The guy was just breathing for Gods sake and Roxas was getting all kinds of turned on because of it.
Just play it cool Rox, and no one will ever have to know!
Yeah, right, just play it cool. So Roxas cleared his throat, and the customer must have got the wrong idea. No, he wasnt trying to claim attention, he was trying to swallow the mass amounts of drool accumulating in his mouth, but it was better for him to just not saying anything about that.
Ahem, okay, now that youve figured out what the CPU is, take your mouse and make sure its plugged in to your USB port. If its a little loose just jiggle the plug a little bit and then shove it in hard.
Axel was totally lost in those innocently seductive words. What the hell had he gotten himself into? Had he inadvertently called some kind of computer porn line? And boy, they needed to fix the air conditioning in his room. It didnt matter that it was winter, it was broiling in here. He unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt and rolled the sleeves up to his elbows. Squirming a little bit, he tried to make himself comfortable around the tent pole currently occupying his lounging pants. And on top of all that, the computer sales man had gypped him! That lowlife! No wonder he couldnt get the stupid thing going, he didnt have any kind of rat, or gerbil, or whatever.
No one said anything about buying rodents to get my computer to work. Were not allowed pets in the dorms. Axel said in a rejected tone.
Roxas couldnt believe his ears, this had to take the cake on customer stupidity. Well, in reality it wasnt anyones fault that they didnt know what was what on a computer, they just had never been taught. Wait what, was he. . . sympathizing? Roxas never sympathized with customers! They were the bad evil mass majority of fat computer illiterate sons-of-bitches. Yeah! Stick it to the man! Workers Rights and all of that stuff. That was why he was quitting this stupid job wasnt it? Because he hated all the customer interaction it entailed. Entailed. . .entrails. He realized at the harsh growling sound of his stomach that he hadnt eaten anything at all that day. As he sat there, contemplating how to explain the mouse thing over the phone, his stomach grew steadily louder and louder, till it echoed around the deserted office building. It was, after all, nearly ten oclock at night. No body in their right minds would stay this late at such a boring job. Nope, nobody but him.
. . . And then the bartender said, He should have quit while he was a head. Heh. . .Heh.
Axel had been getting steadily more uncomfortable in the quiet silence after his rodent statement. He didnt know what was going on, and he felt rather perverted listening to the other guy breath. And turned on, yeah, definitely turned on. But it just kept getting quieter and quieter, so he had decided to crack a joke. It was a very funny one he thought, but he was the only one laughing.
Um, what? Asked the consumer help person.
Nothing, sighed Axel.
This was indeed the weirdest conversation he had ever had. First his computer goes to hell, then odd sexy pick up lines and dirty sayings, and now he was being ignored. Then a thought struck him.
Hey, how much is this costing me?
Roxas paused in his drawing of a mouse diagram, still trying to find a way to explain such a basic appliance.
Uh, about a dollar and fifty every minute.
Axel whistled out loud. Well shit, theyd already been on the phone twenty minutes, that added up to. . .well, uh. . . He wasnt the best at math so he just left that one alone. What he did know was that was an extreme rate. So, in his regular perverted ways, he decided to make the best of it.
Changing his voice to a deep, throaty purr he asked, so, what are you wearing?
Roxas actually yelped, and came very close to jumping out of his chair. Even though no one could see it, his blush was intense. His hands started to shake and he may or may not have let out a soft moan before he got back to his senses. What was he doing, sitting here with his eyes rolling back in his head? This was ridiculous! So once again he cleared his throat, though this time is wasnt as affective at hiding the true reason why he had to cough.
Now, as I was saying, the mouse isnt a rodent its a. . .
Axel laughed, completely ignoring the explanation. Well goodness, perhaps this was some kind of crazy computer porn line. Or maybe, he had found the one wholly kinky consumer help guy. The shivers, running up and down his spine had returned, and he had to squirm around once more to get comfortable. But why was he getting so worked up? Because the guy had the sexiest mewling sounds and moans that he had ever heard? Because he was so easily turned on? He didnt even know what this guy looked like! He could be some kind of old fat man. Well, perhaps not old, the voice sounded quite young, his age even, but the fat is quite possible. Axel agreed that the best part of someone was on the inside. . . but come on, we all know that the outside counts too!
But, here he was, and the soft sizzling voice on the other side of the line held him intrigued. There was no way he could just hang up the phone and pretend nothing had happened. Now, he wanted more then his computer to jus be fixed. He wanted to know more about this mysterious helper. Come to think of it, Axel didnt even have an idea about this guys name.
So all you have to do is plug that in together with the keyboard and you should be all set.
Since he hadnt been paying attention, Axel had no idea what he was supposed to do to get the thing he had already labeled a piece-of-shit to work. But frankly, he didnt care.
Whats your name? He asked quietly.
Well that was a strange question, one that he had never been asked before. Well, sure, rude and upset customers had asked for it, to report to his manager. But no one had ever asked it in such a hungry way. It was quite a loaded question you can be sure. For some reason, Roxas got the feeling he was being undressed, slowly and demonstratively, over the phone. His tongue felt like it was three sizes too swollen for his mouth, and he couldnt get his tingling lips to operate properly.
R-Roxas. My name is Roxas.
Roxas. . .Roxas. . . Axel rolled the name around on his tongue and decided he liked saying it. It was a very sexy name, at least to him, and it felt just perfect inside his mouth. He was almost positive that he would feel so much better inside his mouth.
Roxas groaned, he just couldnt help himself. This sexual onslaught had to stop before he turned into love-goo right here at his desk. This was insanity! He didnt even know what this guy looked like! Or his name, for that matter.
Okay Rox, just play it cool.
So, Ive given you my name, how about returning the favor?
Axel laughed, though his insides felt mushy. There was no one on earth who had ever had him so damned turned on, and over the telephone no less! This was beginning to be just a little too much for him.
Dear God, if youre listening, dont let me loose it on the phone, that would be totally gay.
Axel, the names Axel kid.
Roxas was delirious over just how very hot Axels name turned out to be. It was exotic, and masculine, and scrumptious. It was one of those names you could just scream at the top of your lungs when you were just about to. . . Wait!
Did he just call me kid?!
Kid? Im probably older then you!
Axel laughed. Oh how he loved this guys spunk. No, not just this guy. Roxas. Roxas. . . he still couldnt get over that name. It was just a perfect fit t his voice. Now, more than ever, he wanted to throw him down and take him.
Roxas was stunned. His voice didnt sound like he was twenty-four. It held such mischief and childlike glee. And damn, Axel was older then Roxas.
Fine. . . he grumbled.
Aha! So you are younger then me. . . kid. Axel snickered.
Not by much! Im twenty-three! God. . .
It took a minute for this reality to sink into Axels brain. Twenty-three, that was a totally appropriate age for absolute molestation. Score! Now he only had to think of a way to meet his mystery telephone lover. So, maybe Roxas wasnt his real lover, but a man can dream cant he?
Roxas squirmed in his chair at the uncomfortable silence. His imagination had long since ran off on wild and crazy bedroom adventures. Roxas wanted to forget his job, his shift was almost over anyways, he wanted to forget all this computer mumbo jumbo, and he wanted to meet his stranger telephone caller. He wanted to know who the voice belonged to.
Axel. . . meet me somewhere, meet me somewhere and take me in your arms! Roxas wanted to say, but he didnt dare. How could he risk rejection to a person he had never met? Better not to risk it.
Axel waited expectantly for the invitation he was hoping for with his entire being.
Yes Roxas, yes! Come on, ask me, ask me to meet you somewhere. Ask me to take you in my arms and love you like youve never been loved before! Yes!
But he was sorely disappointed. There was no invitation, or any other word uttered for that matter. Just, silence. Axel had never been one to take rejection well, and so he went into a complete and total sulk mode.
Im feeling a little tired, I think Ill go. Thank you for the computer help.
Roxas didnt even have time to mutter a hasty goodbye before he was met with the dial tone. Was this to be one of those opportunities that he regretted for the rest of his life? It sure felt like it. He sighed and levered himself away from his tiny desk in his tiny dark cubicle and felt completely alone.
Axel hung his head, and dragged himself out of his wobbly chair to flop down on his oversized mattress. It had to be oversized to fit his tall stature. Well, that had definitely not ended the way he had foreseen it. He curled under his comforter and felt very very lonely.
Molestation on Aisle Three
Axel sighed, in his now regular melancholy mood. It wasnt really like the jolly giant to be in such a funk for such a long time. He usually just let it roll off his back. But it had been nearly three weeks since that fateful phone call, and he just couldnt get it off his mind. Or out of his dreams. Yeah, his wet dreams no less. He sighed again and rolled his head to the other side of his pillow, looking over the small existence that was his dorm room. Even the pudding monster under his bed seemed to be in some kind of depression. Lately, it hadnt eaten any of his socks, boxers, or shoes. That was rare.
All he really wanted to do was to roll over and sleep the Saturday away but his stomach chose that exact moment to make a deep howling sound. He couldnt risk not eating, all of his clothes already hung off his lithe form. It wasnt that he didnt have muscles, because he did. And it wasnt like he didnt eat, because he did, his metabolism was just crazy fast. Never in his life had he uttered the phrase it went straight to my thighs.
So up he went, his gravity defiant hair scraping against the low ceiling in places. Only in some places though, since even with bed head he went around in a constant state of Sonic-The-Hedgehog-Syndrome. It was a curse, but he personally liked it quite a bit. Gave him a sort of flare.
He made his way to the mini-fridge located at the side of his dorm room. He braved his way across the desolate mess he had made. Oh well. He opened the fridge and was greeted with a fate worse then death, an empty fridge. Not even something with small mold colonies. Just, nothing.
Shit. . . I guess I have to go to the store.
Axel positively hated going to the store. It meant he would have to not only get dressed, but go somewhere out of his way and wander around with people. Axel was not a social person by nature. He had as many friends as the next person, but they had all come to him, not the other way around. It was fine, he had survived thus far, and quite well.
He reached down to the floor and in his lottery technique grabbed a shirt and a pair of pants. He sniffed both of them carefully and then shrugged in a good enough fashion. After a quick struggle to find a pair of matching socks he grabbed his wallet and keys and walked out the door.
It was a short walk to the local supermarket but Axel took the long way. Everyone else was running around frantically in the chilly air, but Axel enjoyed it. It was sort of a contradiction, but here he was, a pyromaniac who was addicted to winter. The soft dusting of snow cheered him up a little, but he refused to let go of his official pout completely.
Roxas. . .
He still couldnt get over the fact that the kid had just. . . let him hang up. Yeah, what the hell was that? He stamped the light snow off of his shoes as he entered the pleasantly warm super market. In big giant letters the stores name was proudly displayed.
The BIGGEST market around.
That always made Axel snigger, and today was no exception. He grabbed one of the black hand baskets that were located near the door and wandered along the isles trying to think of something to get. Food was all he could really come up with, and his indecisive nature wasnt helping anything either. He took his trusty lighter out of his pocket and began flipping the top on and off repeatedly, relishing in the satisfying clicking sound that it produced each time.
Oh well, better start at the basics. . . Uh, fruits and veggies. Those are supposed to be good for you yah?
He wandered around the back of the store, completely lost. He had no idea which direction he was supposed to be going in, and there were no signs to point him in the right direction. Well damn.
Finally he found himself in the produce section. With a bit of relief he skirted around the green vegetables and found himself near the bananas. What an awkward twist of fate, to be standing alone and gay at the banana counter. His cheeks were burning pink from his own wild imagination as he grabbed for one bunch of bananas.
He had just curled his pianists fingers around a particularly large bunch of bananas when he felt a soft skin brush against his own. He looked over to find himself lost in the wide blue eyes of a downright gorgeous personification of Sex God.
Oh my God. . . I give you my soul now, just let me have you!
Axel scanned the man candy from waist to delicious lips. Well, it was really from head to toe, but he did get quite hung up on his lips. . . and his waist. The stranger was blushing in two bright red spots just below his eyes. Axel moved a step closer and realized that the bleach blonde male only came up to his chin.
Hm. . . maybe I shouldnt. . . I just might break him.
But it would be far too hard to just let this angel of sexiness go. He was just too hot! Axel decided then and there that he would have this delicious morsel of yummy hotness, now all that was left was to act on said emotions.
Whats your name? Axel asked quietly and not without a hint of sensuality.
Roxas had been, for lack of better words, totally depressed. He had been able to quit his job, as he had wanted, had been accepted into the art college of his dreams, and even had the house to himself, his parents and siblings all being out of town. And yet, nothing. No happiness from something that should so obviously make him so. As he strolled through the grocery store he thought all about it. All he could remember was the melodious voice on the other side of the phone that one fateful night, who would forever be dubbed as the one that got away. All of the should-haves and would-haves would always be associated with the faceless name of Axel. Just thinking of it gave him tiny tremors. If only he had said what he had been feeling, maybe things would have been different.
So lost in thought had he been that Roxas didnt notice that he had been reaching for the same bunch of bananas as some stranger. He turned, blushing as his hand made contact with a strangers, and was about to mutter an apology when his eyes grew wider then was humanly possible. Standing before him was a sculpture of absolute hotness, more perfect then the David. He was tall, dark, and handsome. He was what steamy romance novels were made of. What intrigued him most was the two upside-down triangular tattoos branding this Man/Gods face and the fire engine red hair that screamed Fuck Me all over it. Or at least it did to him. The brilliant green eyes that he stared into held him captive, but not until Roxas had completed a thorough once over. Long arms smoothed gracefully into long fingers, a sleek torso melded into smooth rounded hips and on to long muscular legs. He was almost too perfect.
Roxas slurped down the drool forming in his mouth and then almost died in shock.
Whats your name?
The words were issued with a quiet sensuality that Roxas had been replaying every day and night for the past three weeks. It was his voice. Was this the beholder of the amazing voice that had haunted ever waking, and wet dreaming, moment of Roxass recent existence? It couldnt be!
Axel? Roxas asked, completely stunned.
Axel balked. He wasnt used to people knowing his name before he knew theirs. It made things difficult. For the most part, he just felt awkward for not remembering the person when they obviously remembered him. But, he was for the most part good with faces, and he would have surely known one as amazing as this!
Wait. . . I know that voice! No, it cant be!
Roxas?! Axel exclaimed.
The silence that followed was filled mostly by stunned gasps and shakings of the head, as if neither could believe that they were really there, standing no more then two feet from each other, their hands linked on the same bunch of bananas.
Axel couldnt believe his good fortune. He had found that mysterious voice that had driven him crazy over the phone.! But wait, hadnt this self same guy rejected him over the phone? Perhaps not rejection per say, seeing as they hadnt said anything about it, but in Axels mind it was basically the same thing.
So he withdrew his hand from the ripe bananas, and more silence followed.
So. . . Roxas said, putting his best foot forward with a bit of trepidation.
So. . . Axel replied staring at the blue eyed blonde.
Roxas still couldnt believe what was happening! Axel was here, standing next to him, and now he had a chance to get all of the things off of his chest that he had wished he had said the other night, all the things that he had regretted not saying. But now that he was actually looking deep into those intense green eyes, it was a lot harder then he thought it would have been.
Uh. . . Axel. . .
To Axel it was just the same as before, his name said in a sickeningly sweet whisper, and then. . . nothing. He was left to flounder in the black abyss of silence. Well, he had already been as depressed as someone could get, he wasnt about to have this happen again. He didnt know if he could withstand the double pain of it all.
Sorry Roxas, I have to get going. See you around.
And it was happening all over again. Roxass mystery dream guy was walking away from him again, and this time it was literally. He knew that Axel was only running away from him, seeing as his black hand basket had nothing in it. But just because he couldnt get the words to flow didnt mean he was about to let fate go.
Axel wait! Roxas shouted lightly and grabbed the taller males arm, pulling it to his chest and digging his heals in to keep the red head from moving any.
Axel turned to look down at the blonde, his mass of spikes tickling his arm lightly as Roxas wrapped his arms around Axels. Well goodness! This was definitely a step in the right direction. Perhaps he had pegged Roxass affections wrongly? But, then again, it was better not to chance it, and not try to do anything. Axel really didnt feel like getting punched in the face today. And he had no doubt that Roxas would punch him, there was no girlish slapping for the short fireball, it was obvious. He still couldnt keep his hope under control though.
What? Axel asked hesitantly.
Roxas took in a deep breath. He wanted this so badly, but he absolutely feared rejection. And even though Axels hand had moved to stroke reassuringly up and down his arm he didnt even really know how to say it. He had never asked anyone out, or to date, or anything, ever.
Axel, I. . . but his tongue got in the way and he couldnt say anything, just looked up helplessly. He wanted so desperately to say how he was feeling, but the words were stuck in his throat.
Axel looked down at the blue eyes and was completely enthralled. Screw all of his personal hang ups, this guy was drop dead gorgeous, and the risk just seemed to be worth it. It was surprising at how much he wanted to, but there it was, his inner self begging him to take the plunge and actually try for this little blonde. So take the plunge he did.
Roxas was expecting everything other than what had happened. One moment he was standing semi-close to Axel, and the next he was being dragged into the taller males arms, his body pressed flush against the other males. And in the middle of the grocery store no less! He looked up in confusion, his breath catching as he was pierced by the amazing green stare of the other male.
Axel? he questions breathily, wrapping his arms around Axels waist to steady his weak knees.
Axel looked down into the beguiling blue eyes, and felt something stir in his chest region. Not to mention the certain expansion taking place inside his too tight jeans for having Roxas in such close proximity. Close? Ha! He was nearly on top of the poor guy, but he couldnt stop himself. He couldnt help but close his arms around Roxas like a long lost lover, couldnt help but stroke his long fingers over Roxass back, couldnt help but lean forward until there were mere centimeters separating them. He had come this far, and every being in his body was screaming Roxass name, but he would not take the next step, there was only so far he was willing to place his heart on the proverbial line.
Roxass eyes were glazed, and he pressed himself further into the warm embrace. It felt almost like this was where he was meant to be. Forever. Axel leaned down and he was so close, their lips so close, that Roxas could almost taste his sweet breath, feel each exhale against his lips that ached for Axels own. He knew exactly what he wanted, what he had dreamed of for the past three weeks, and now it was here standing in front of him, and he was going to take it.
Axel gasped in sweet relief as he felt the barest touch of Roxass lips, his surrender. That was all that Axel had needed. He swept the smaller male up into his arms, pressing him tight against his chest. His hands molded themselves to the undersides of Roxass thighs to hold the small blonde up while he mauled his lips with his own. And Roxas was returning the passion with an experienced kiss that was driving Axel wild. Their tongues mingled and Roxas began making those soft mewling sounds that had had Axel waking in a hot sweat. Roxass small hands were caressing the back of Axels neck under his bright red hair, and it was making the tall pyromaniac shiver in a wanton delight.
If it hadnt have been for the old lady and her projectile pineapple who knows where that kiss would have lead.
But, she threw the pineapple, and the pair became quite aware of their surroundings. Axel lowered the blushing Roxas to the floor, and smiled, embarrassed.
Sorry, I got ah, a little ah, carried away, Axel stated apologetically.
Roxas pressed his finger to Axels lips, which was quite a reach to do. Please, dont apologize, it was amazing.
Axel blushed a red to rival his own hair and smiled sheepishly. It had been a long time since he had received a compliment of this nature.
So, Axel asked, as he experimentally twined his fingers through Roxass.
So, repeated Roxas as he tightened his grip on Axels in a firm encouragement.
Want to get something to eat?
Roxas laughed, and it was a sweet sound to Axels ears.
Id love to.