#pulsingcheckeredlights

”Yeah, yeah, I know how this goes. I’ll grab my clothes and get out of here.”

Axel had been watching the person beside him sleeping for the past… 37 minutes, according to the alarm clock over the younger man’s shoulder. Who the fuck was he? Axel was assuming they met last night at that ridiculous party Reno had dragged him to “in order to meet Rude”. What a fucklord. He’d met that idiot’s on-again-off-again boyfriend slash scary motherfucking work partner more times than he could count. Just because Reno was always drunk enough to not remember didn’t mean Axel himself was.

Except last night. That was an exception.

Being surrounded by shitty drunken undergrads was too much for him to handle. He was way too old to be here and- how the fuck did this party have literally ANYTHING to do with Reno and/or Rude? He still couldn’t answer that, and to be honest, he probably didn’t want to know anyway. The less Axel knew about his cousin the BETTER. He’d learned that the hard way.Back to this stranger in his bed…

When exactly the night had faded into bits and pieces of stupidity broken by long bouts of black-out he didn’t know, and it was yet another question he didn’t want an answer to. But he had to give his drunk-self credit. Dude had fantastic taste. The yellow haired guy sleeping next to him was rousing, yawning widely and rubbing his eyes and so obviously hung over that Axel’s head almost hurt FOR him. He watched the stranger huff and drop his arm over his head onto one of Axel’s insanely soft pillows, and then for the longest time the guy just stared at the ceiling. 

In all honesty, Axel had never considered himself a fanboy of the typical Aryan race appearance. Blond hair, blue eyes… meh. He was more into the tall-dark-and-handsome combination. He swore he needed his guys to be at least ALMOST as tall as him. But during his black-out benders he always seemed to go for smaller blonds. Weird. Like, downright bizarre.

Well, of course he knew it was Roxas. The intricate metalwork of the silver and gold-leaf mask the boy wore couldn't quite hide the shape of cheekbones Axel knew so well. Roxas' hair never laid straight, no matter what the young man did to attempt taming the locks. And Axel could always tell those eyes apart, no matter what was framing them. 

Both males had gone all out for this masquerade - Kairi had insisted that the black-tie affair that was serving as her "birthday ball" was not something to be taken lightly. Axel valued his balls (and the balls of the young man now standing in front of him) so he had decided to spare no expense. The pair had kept everything about their outfits a secret, that way there was at least some sort of possibility that they could meet anonymously (the idea alone had awoken a kink in Axel that he hadn't known existed...) but of course, what with knowing each other so well, the point had been moot.

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‘I could really use a smoke about now…’

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You are my: [x] Acquaintance  [x] Friend [x] Stranger [] Boyfriend/Girlfriend [x] Love Interest [] Best Friend [] Enemy [] Nemesis [] Other

I think you’re: [] Ugly [] Ok [] Pretty [x] Beautiful [x] Gorgeous [x] Sexy [x] Hot

We should: [] Fight [x] Fuck [x] Kiss [x] Make love  [x] Text x[] Watch films

I: [x] Like You [] Hate You [] Love You [x] Think you’re … pretty much amazing, actually.

I secretly: [] Hate You [] Love You [x] Like You [] Dislike You [x] Think You’re … going to make me check off that "love" box sooner rather than later.