Straight On(For You)

A weird thing to say with my thighs spread around my best friend's hips, and yet, here we are. To his merit Hayner doesn't even bat an eye. He simply hitches up one of my legs a little higher, angling my hips better for his next thrust. Probably trying to get me to finally shut up, even as he asks "that so?"

"Mmhmm…" my assent comes out more on a moan and a corner of Hayner's mouth quirks up right before his speed increases.

It is, in fact, effective in getting me to shut the fuck up. At least until he's done fucking me.

He doesn't rejoin me in bed when he trails back in from the bathroom, having cleaned up. And neither do I expect nor want him to. He's wearing an old worn out pair of my pajamas. Too short on him. Too small, but they do hug his ass nicely as he marches by and settles himself behind his desk, twisting to pick up his backpack from the floor and rummage through whatever shit homework he has. Probably remedial math or whatever he flunked out of last semester. My own Calculus homework sits untouched in the bag at the foot of the bed. But like fuck I could do math with letters after a thorough fucking. Instead I opt to roll to my back with a loud groan, throwing a forearm over my eyes. My bent at the knee legs fall apart and I shudder at the cool air hitting the drying sweat on the insides of my thighs, the cooling cum still smeared across my stomach.

"I'm not fucking you again," Hayner says, not even bothering to look up from the pages now spread across the desk as I tip my head to the side to watch him. "My mom's gonna kill me if I don't graduate."

"But—" I start but Hayner cuts me off with a groan of his own.

"How you're not flunking out too I have no fucking idea," he mumbles to the pages before he finally shifts in his seat, turning towards me. "Dude, get yourself another dick to go along with mine."

Okay. Who though?

I could start with Seifer. I've seen him eyeing me in the locker room. He's not a bad looking guy, and as much as he likes to be a dick to me, I don't imagine it'd take much to get dick from him. And yeah, I've thought about it. Jerked off, fingered myself enough times for it to be ridiculous. Over him. Hot guys on the football team. Hayner, of course. Even a couple of my teachers.

And barring teachers—because that's a whole world of fucked I don't want to get into… or really, I just don't want to explain it to dad if I got caught and got a teacher thrown into jail—I don't imagine I'd have a hard time snagging someone to pull into bed. Or the corner of a locker room. Or under the bleachers. Or—well, you get the point.

The point? I have options. But none of them seem appealing when I've got Hayner. Had him since we were both sixteen. But according to him I am, and I quote, 'the fuckin' horniest ass I've had the honor of meeting.' And coming from someone like Hayner who gags at the idea of romance and has been seeing what's out there to make him feel good, I consider that a high complement.

And maybe I like to stick with one thing until I'm sick of it.

Hayner it is. I can deal.

But after him… what do I want to try? Tall? Mmm. What about… big hands that'd engulf my hips. A body that could wrap around me. And… fuck. A dick to go with the height. Thick. Long. And sinking into me, stretching me in new ways. Shaping me into something just for him to fit into.

What? So I can be a romantic. What of it?

"So, your dad?"

Well. There goes that fucking orgasm. I sigh, pulling my hand away from where I was just about to sink a finger into myself in favor of sprawling out like a sea star. "Don't call him my dad." I deadpan at the ceiling.

"I get it. You hate him. Whatever. You said he's dating again?"

"Pretty sure. He doesn't tell me until I'm being lectured about maybe not trying to look and act like a feral beast and instead to shove myself into some starchy, suffocating dress shirt and go to a dinner where I meet some fuckin' bitch that dad's apparently 'serious with.' And I'm supposed to be polite?" I scoff.

Okay, so maybe when I was a kid I was an absolute monster whenever dad brought anyone home. Why would I be good for someone who acts like I'm the fucking dishes, something that has to be taken care of, ever since mom died when I was six. Looking back, I think child me felt like he was just going on all these dates so he could shove me at them.

And why would threats work when I barely had anything to take away. Why would grounding stop me when you're not home to keep me from sneaking out? Around the time I was fourteen, he stopped bringing home his partners almost completely.

So, I've only met maybe three or four since then and I can't say I regret the insanely long, insanely strict grounding I was put under after that. Enforced for all I didn't think dad had it in him.

"All right." Hayner turns back to the desk, picking up his pencil. "The bitchfest. Let's go."

"Fuck off."

"You're in my bedroom, Rox."

Fair enough. I sigh. Well, if I'm not getting my next orgasm… I drag my still heavy body off Hayner's bed, over to grab the first thing my hand touches out of his dirty laundry, scrubbing at the half-dried mess of cum on my skin with a shudder.

Hayner's silent, save for the scratch of lead across paper. It's tempting to ball up the dirty shirt, throw it at the back of his head until he either pays attention to my so-called bitchfest, or fucks me again. Instead I drop it back in the basket, rolling my eyes. Because now that I'm thinking about him, I'm not really in the mood for the second option.

"I swear to fucking God, Hay." Throwing myself back onto his bed, I yank a pillow down, shoving it into my face, drowning in the scent of sweat and shampoo and fucking… Axe fucking body spray. I long for the day he switches to something that isn't shit. Turning my head, I squash my cheek against the soft cotton, taking in Hayner in profile. "If he's back with that silver haired dickwad, I'm never gonna be allowed back at that restaurant."

That at least gets a snort.

"You know I'd consider acting less…" I trail off with a huff.

"Less of a brat?"

I can't help but smile. It's not a word I usually hear, but I like the tingle that goes down my spine. At least with the way Hayner says it. "Yeah, sure. I'd try and be a good little son if it meant someone who gave a shit about me stuck around."

I hate fucking dressing up. Skipping the eyeliner. Sitting in a place that's too loud, too crowded for meeting someone that's supposed to be important to dad.

Dad glares at me as he takes me in just short of the front door. I know he wants to complain about the jeans I'm wearing and he knows I'd argue right back that hey, at least I'm wearing a dress shirt. If it's rolled up to my elbows, that's another fight. One countered by the fact that my jeans have zero extra holes in them.

Next is a look at my hair, a not so quiet exhale through his nose. A sarcastic 'do you not know what a comb is, Roxas?' A smile from me. A little 'it's blond' that comes out a little too smug. Comes from not touching the handful of bottles hidden under the sink in my bathroom.

Pressing his lips together so hard they disappear for a moment, dad inhales slowly. Probably counts to ten in his head as he lets out a long breath. If I had a halo on top of my head, it'd be slanting precariously with the twist that overtakes my best contrite smile the longer our stare down goes on.

Dad breaks first. He always does(some dad, huh?). Sucking in a deep, audible breath as he pinches the bridge of his nose, scarred brows drawing absurdly low. "Let's go. And please, Roxas. For once in your life behave your ass. Axel is important to me."

There it is. But also...

"What fucking kind of name is that?"

Dad's fists clench. "It's a nickname," he grits. "Behave."

It really is such a shame I'm a disobedient little brat, isn't it?

The smile that splits my face is anything but angelic. If this Axel is even half the ass as dad's last 'Important To Me' was, he's fucking going down.

Fuck.

Shit.

Goddamn.

My brain is fried. That's the only explanation for the fact that every other swear word in my extensive vocabulary has suddenly gone missing. The goddamned 'Important To Me' that I am currently sitting across from has fried my entire brain.

I'm pretty sure I can count the amount of words I've said since I walked into this restaurant on one hand. And all of them were to the man I can't stop staring at.

Axel stuck out a hand, said it was nice to meet me rather seriously. I, practicing what Hayner jokes is my signature glare at my boots, got out a rather…pissy sounding "Fuck you. Fuck off," before I made the fatal mistake of looking up at him.

When I tell you I forgot the definition of a glare, that'd just be the start of it.

Dad's what? In his early forties? And Axel's probably the same age. Same amount of grey in his red red hair. Same wrinkles at the corners of his… fuck. I'm seventeen. I've never felt shit from looking into Hayner's eyes. Or anyone. But every time Axel's eyes flick over to me, even for just a second… the pulse that goes through me settles somewhere deep in my gut.

He's some forty-something year old guy. He's dating my dad.

He is the hottest fucking man alive that I have seen ever since I started thinking with my hole. And suddenly, the only thing on my horny ass teenaged self's mind is sex.

I don't have the faintest idea what they've been talking about, but hopefully Axel has no fucking clue that his voice alone is making my dick harder than it's been in ages. That every time he opens his mouth, I want to sit on his face. Or fuck his face if he'd let me. Fuck. I hope he can't tell that I'm so fucking glad he talks with his hands. His big hands that'd feel so good grabbing my waist. I'm so lightheaded that I'm afraid I've stopped breathing at the sudden recollection of how tall he'd been. How much he'd towered over me. And what halo? It's fucking ash. It takes every last functioning brain cell that I have to keep me from asking how big he is right there at the table.

And you know what? I feel like dad finding out his boyfriend fucked his son would be a pretty simple way to get rid of Axel. If I decide dad doesn't deserve him.

I mean, I definitely deserve him more.

Dad startles me out of my daydreaming when he stands, excusing himself to the bathroom. And I'm left alone with 'Important To Me,' with Axel. I shift, trying to relieve some of the tightness in my groin(maybe I should have worn those dress pants). However, all it does is cause friction. And thank fuck I caught that moan. Or, at least I hope I did.

"So, Roxas."

My eyes lift automatically, to my dread, as we lock eyes and the fucking restaurant disappears around us. It's all in my fucking head—has to be—when he cocks his to the side, soft smile curling into something far too devious. But my hallucination doesn't follow my will of launching myself across the table to lick at the corners of that smirk.

"Huh?" My cheeks flood with heat at how fucking stupid I just sounded. Fucking Christ. I'm supposed to be tearing this so called important person into shreds. Or listening to them be an asshole trying to impress me or some old people shit.

"How's school going?"

An innocent enough question. I'm still hallucinating as his eyes rove over my face, down my chest. Pausing at the curve of my throat, where I've left the top couple of buttons of my shirt undone. It takes me another handful of painfully long heartbeats to rediscover my dictionary, let alone my ability to string words into a sentence. "Uh. Good. I guess."

Do I sound winded?

"Getting up to trouble?" He asks. Purrs. Cat eyes. That's me, finally fucking describing his eyes. Like some cliche. Seriously can someone find this script for the movie set I fell into? I'd love to read ahead. "Doing things you shouldn't?"

Well, fucking Hayner wasn't illegal with us both being seventeen. But I'm pretty sure dad wouldn't like finding that out. And lusting over your dad's boyfriend in the middle of a fucking restaurant most certainly falls on the 'things I shouldn't do list.' So, my dumbass nods.

"Like… who?"

If my halo wasn't ash I'd be snapping it in half right then and there and leaping into his arms.

Who am I kidding. I'm hearing things in my lust fueled psychosis. Or some shit. "Like.. what,, you mean?" I ask. Squeak even.

And fuck him he needs to stop smirking before I combust. Because he chuckles and I damn near melt. "Sure, Roxas. What sort of rules have you…" he trails off, cocking his head once more as I drop my free hand onto my thigh. "Do you like the sound of my voice, Roxas."

Said voice is a velvety purr I want tickling softly up my throat. "Yeah… it's nice." My fingers inch closer to my aching dick. "Really nice. You seem nice." My words could pass as a petulant child, reluctantly accepting their parent's new partner. If, ya know, not for the fact that I cannot recognize the breathy, dreamy voice that comes out of me as my pinky idly starts stroking up and down my still clothed shaft.

"Is that so?"

I can feel dampness through my thick ass jeans as I rub my fingers over myself. God, I hope he can't see any movement. I nod numbly, not trusting my voice. His gaze drops for just a moment, down to my chest, before it returns to my face, renewed smugness drawing my own attention to how quickly I'm breathing.

"Well then, maybe we should spend some time together." I follow his gaze as it drops from mine and God am I going to hate to wake up from this wet dream. My hallucination has him looking at the table, as if he can see my hand beneath it as I continue to stroke myself and swear at past me who likes jeans too much. Please don't let him say anything that would kill this orgasm. Please. "I'd like for us to get to know each other."

Shit. I want that too. Need it even. My fingers slow. My breath is traitorously short, lips parted. I can only hope that Axel's staring at them, but I can't keep my fucking eyes open. He can either make my fucking year or ruin the best thing I'm pretty sure I'm about to have with the next thing he says.

"I've got a nice quiet house…" he muses, voice rich and dripping golden honey. "You should come, Roxas."

It may as well have been a fucking order. One that I didn't know I needed or was waiting on. But I cum in my pants. In front of my dad's boyfriend. Because of my dad's boyfriend.

Ew, I have to stop calling him that.

"What'd I miss?"

Oh shit. Dad. If either of them notice me finally yanking my napkin down to place across my lap, or the bright flush burning across my entire damn face surely as red as Axel's hair, they keep it to themselves.

"Oh, not much," Axel smiles, warm and inviting at my dad and oh thank fuck I'm not hallucinating anymore. God, dad's gonna kill me if I've fucked up my head some how. Yadda blah medical visits are expensive blah. "I was just asking Roxas how school was going."

"Has he told you how many classes he's failing?"

It's probably meant to be a joke but it feels more like a sleight. One I roll my eyes at. It's a lot easier to play like I hate my dad's new partner when Axel's not looking at me like… whatever that all just was. Well, and after I got off of course.

Speaking of... I excuse myself. Cleaning up in a bathroom fucking sucks. But then the rest of the dinner passes in a blur of mostly boredom as the boring adults talk about boring adult things like their jobs and the weather, some discussion about their hockey team of choice playing against the other's. Something like that. Probably. I kinda zoned out once I actually started eating.

And it's not until after I'm back home in my bed, laying, panting slowing as I come down for my third orgasm of the night, that I can think of something other than Axel's green eyes, or big hands, or stupidly sexy voice. I want Axel to stick around for sure. A first in my life when it comes to dad. Preferably at least until I can get him to fuck me. And it better not end in dad marrying him.

I'm drawing the line at calling him daddy either way.

"Let me get this straight…" Hayner rounds on me, pacing finally stopping. "You came over for your usual bitchfest. But you don't want to fuck?"

No. Despite the… fuck, I don't want to think about how many times I've had my fingers or a toy inside myself… it's been a whopping four days since I last got good and laid. Ages since I last felt the warmth of a dick deep inside my—

What the fuck is going on with me? That was practically poetry. Hey mom look, the next best seller in the romance category.

Axel has ruined me. That's the only thing I can come up with. He's completely ruined me for other guys. And he hasn't so much as touched me. Fuck he's barely looked at me since that night at the restaurant. Which, I mean, dad's been around so… fair… I guess.

But he's the picture perfect boyfriend. Attentive. But not a complete pushover when dad's a bitch. Sometimes when they think they're alone, dad will lean into him in the kitchen. Axel wraps a long arm around his waist. I hate to admit it, but dad does seem happier. More relaxed. If they could have kids they'd probably have cool purple hair(seriously, where did blond come from? My dead mom, I guess?). I've seen them kiss. It makes me want to throw up.

"Geez…" Hayner chuckles and the mattress beside me sinks with his weight. "What'd he say to you? Could you not scare him off or something?"

"That's the last fuckin' thing I want." If Hayner would bother to look down between my spread legs, he'd see exhibit A: my hard dick that's probably obnoxiously obvious through the thin ass borrowed pajamas of Hay's I threw on the minute after I dumped my overnight bag.

"The fuck?" Hayner sputters. "Did your dad finally land someone who isn't a bitch?"

"It's so not fucking fair."

"Why? Maybe they'll actually give two shits about your bratty ass behavior. Maybe you'll finally get that father figure you always wanted."

"Fuck that. I don't want him with dad. I want—"

"Don't fucking finish that sentence…" Hayner mutters, face buried by his palms.

"I want him to fuck me into next week."

Hayner freezes, and then slowly lifts his face to look at me in utter disbelief. He blinks. Blinks again. "Ya know. I'm not entirely sure what I was expecting. But it wasn't… you want… your dad's boyfriend—"

"Eww, don't call him that."

"What's his name?"

"Axel."

"You want this Axel. This old ass dude you just met. This dude who's your dad's age. Who is dating your dad."

"Stop mentioning—"

"Shut it, Rox. You want him to fuck you?!"

"Yes," I say, emphatically. As if it's obvious. Because it fucking is. "He's hot. And he made me get off at dinner when we met."

"God fucking help Axel…" Hayner mutters under his breath with a chuckle. "He made you? And where was your dad?"

"Not at the table. Fucking gross, Hay."

"He made you?" Hayner repeats.

"Okay, maybe he didn't make me. But the way he was talking just had me…" My eyes drift closed and I replay the moment we had this morning when dad excused himself for… whatever it was isn't important. What is was Axel twisting towards me at the breakfast table and thumbing over the corner of my mouth, probably wiping away a smudge of jelly. 'Do you like getting a little messy, Roxas?' He said in that infuriatingly smug tone. My lips parted on an involuntary gasp and that fucking thumb slipped into my mouth. And if I didn't wrap my lips around that man's thumb and suck it like a dick, who would I even be? If I didn't fucking nod. If I didn't imagine him—big hand around an equally big dick—cumming all over my face and body while purring my name like that?

Or maybe over his own body. Then ordering me to clean him up. I would lick up every drop he'd let me and beg for more.

I—

"I think I changed my mind," I laugh, a little breathless, a lot horny. "I think I do want you to fuck me."

"I'll try not to be offended if my name becomes some old ass man's name in the middle of your orgasm," Hayner teases right back, rolling his eyes as he stands to shed his clothes.

Hayner knows. He's using me just as much as I'm using him. Neither of us are in this for the romance. Just to let off steam and stress from all the senior year graduation bullshit.

But with Axel though… shit.

Once my head's a little clearer, it's easier to remember what came after Axel's… well, I really shouldn't call them attempts at seduction. Because with dad in the room, it's far too easy to convince myself that my lust addled brain is making up shit. Maybe I need to look up how many times a guy can orgasm in a day before he dies. It's gotta be up there if I haven't snuffed it yet.

Maybe I'd care less if he actually treated me like shit when dad's around. He treats me like a petulant child if, well, if I act like one. If I'm a rampaging brat.

A shiver goes down my spine, straight to my dick.

Most of the time I'm ignored. As I should be. But once… again when dad was so conveniently out of the room. I wish I could remember what I'd said to get the reaction, mostly because I'd say it again and again if each time he grabs a fistful of hair at my crown, yanking my head back until I have no choice to look at him. Toothy, predatory grin, ready to devour me as his dinner. Leaning in to croon against my skin.

"Do you want to find out what happens to brats that can't behave?"

As much as I wanted to say 'yes please,' all I managed to get out was a whimper before I was suddenly loose and Axel was across the room like it'd never happened as dad walked in.

As much as he kept his jokes up about my graverobbing, I think Hayner's changed for life after listening to this bitchfest. I'm pretty sure he was once more wishing Axel luck under his breath as I left.

And yeah, I'm fucking disappointed when I get home and Axel's car isn't in the driveway. A couple times I've entertained asking dad when Axel's moving in just to see what sort of reaction that'd get out of him. But at the same time I really don't want to think about them sleeping in the same bed. Makes me want to punch a fucking tree. Or gag.

Or both.

I stop just inside the doorway to the kitchen, staring blankly at a broad back. A bare broad back. Up to the mess of red hair trying to escape where it's been tied back. Sex hair, my brain helpfully provides, and I cringe back. The last thing I want to think about is Axel having sex with my—

Stop. Stop. Gross.

Look at the fucking God in your kitchen.

Dad's not at the table so I continue to stare as Axel washes dishes. Down to the obscene taper of his waist. Pants hanging low, clinging to his thighs. I have to shove a hand into my pocket, trying to arrange myself in these stupid ass tight jeans so I'm not clocked in three seconds flat.

I was going to grab something to eat, put walking the distance to the nearest bus stop off as long as I could with the ice crystals clinging to the front lawn. I know if I go back down the hall and knock on the door to dad's office he'll tell me to put my coat on and quit bothering him when he works from home. But with Axel here doing all the domestic mom shit...

I shuck off both my backpack and coat, suddenly aware that I'm standing there in tight jeans and one of the old band shirts I stole from dad when he was going to toss them out a couple years ago. It's tied over one hip, exposing a sliver of skin. Aware of the wide neck of the shirt, not quite big enough to slip off a shoulder, but exposing most of a collarbone, one that Axel's gaze lifts from my hip to. He licks his lips and then turns away.

The water shuts off and then he's facing me, fully, drying his hands. The expanse of his chest fully exposed. And I am a weakling staring at his fucking nipples.

It's that or I'd be staring at his groin, seeing whatever there is to be seen.

"Something I can help you with, Roxas?"

A lot of somethings. A hole in particular. I swallow my lust down. I at least have to try not to appear to be an idiot. "Well, it's… uh. It's pretty cold out today."

"Can't say I've noticed," Axel says, lips lifting into a smirk as his eyes flick to my abandoned coat and back. He's crossing the room. Stopping in front of me, hand reaching between us. "Maybe you should cover up a bit more, then."

"Do you want me to?" I breathe out as his fingers skate along my collarbone. Our eyes are locked on each other. If dad comes in right now, I'm fucked. Royally.

"Well, if you're cold."

Dad like words, but he's talking while actually fucking touching me. Long fingers slip beneath the collar of my shirt and God, his touch is like fire. They curl into the material—

"There's other ways to warm up…" I whisper.

—and tug it up, righting my collar until it's not about to slip off my shoulder.

Oh, come on. That was textbook perfect flirting.

"Did you want a ride to school?" He says a little too loudly, reminding me that dad's just down the hall. The house isn't that big.

"Yeah," I say out loud, annoyance creeping into my tone that only makes Axel's infuriating smug grow wider. Grabbing what I can of the hem of my shirt, I tug it down, watching his gaze fall back to the skin I'm baring to him. "I'd love to ride with you, Axel." And if I make the 'with' near silent… well, maybe he'll get the fucking hint.

I blink. Standing frozen just outside of my school while Axel drives off.

Fucking nothing. No side of the road. No behind the school. No backseat fucking. Just loud music. The band on my shirt apparently. Axel patting my hair and telling me that I should know at least one song if I'm going to wear the merch.

I pout the rest of the day.

If he can run around fucking shirtless. Then so can I. So maybe I sprawl out on the couch, shirtless, pajama pants slung as low as I dare with dad still around. Which… isn't really that low. He's in his room, getting ready for his date with Axel and I'm 'wasting my talented brain on sitcoms' or whatever bullshit dad likes to spout.

Then, the doorbell rings.

"Roxas, get off your ass and get that for me. It's probably Axel."

Axel you say? Surprised he doesn't have a key at this point. But whatever. It works in my favor.

A slow grin spreads across my face as I rise to my feet, and perhaps, as I head toward the door, I tug my pants lower on my hips. A glance over my shoulder. A little lower before I tug open the door.

Axel's gaze drops from roughly dad's height down to mine, then further to my hips and my dick which twitches at the scrutiny. "Hey," I try and purr in my best imitation of Axel's voice, but it cracks a little from trying to force it so deep, and my face heats. But, Axel's tongue flicks out over his lower lip.

"Hi," he says, eyes trailing slowly back up my body to meet mine. "Your dad still doing his hair?"

My expression falls and I groan, dragging a hand over my face. "Probably. Come in or whatever…" I mutter as I turn. Axel follows me in, or so I assume from the front door clicking closed. But I barely make it a few more steps in before a hand drops onto my shoulder long enough to stop me in place.

"Did you know," Axel asks as his large, warm hands curve over my hips and his thumbs press in on my lower back. "You've got dimples?"

He's... his hands are on my fucking body. Holding on.

What changed?

Why am I questioning it when he's fucking touching me?!

I very nearly bend over right there. Fuck his hands are so… big. All the better to hold me like this, pull down our pants, bend me over the back of the couch and impale me on—

"Roxas? Was that Axel?"

My budding hard on withers and dies spectacularly as Axel turns me loose, nudging me a little further into the living room. It takes my brain another couple of seconds to kick over as fingers brush at the nape of my neck. "Yeah," I finally manage.

"Did you let him in?"

The house, yes. Me? Sadly, no.

I roll my eyes, but Axel laughs. "He did," he calls down the hall. "Take your time."

"Sorry, I'll just be a couple minutes."

"Plenty of time…" Axel mutters so quietly I half-wonder if I imagined it.

Then a hand catches me up under my chin, wrapping around my throat and tugging me back with a soft thump into a very firm body. Only for a moment before it's gone and a hand is snaking around my hip, fingers toying with the waistband of my pants. "A brat and a tease, I see," Axel husks right next to my ear. And my boner comes raging back, quite obvious to the man looking over my shoulder.

Those long fingers inch ever closer to the lump in my pants. "Think of me later, won't you, Rox?"

And then his warmth is gone and he's breezing past me to meet dad as he comes into the living room. I dive over the back of the couch, fighting the urge to hide myself beneath a throw blanket.

"It's Friday night," dad says.

And I bite back the urge to snark back with 'yeah no shit,' instead making a sort of non-committal noise. "Hayner's picking me up in an hour," I mutter, refusing to take my eyes off the screen. Because dad standing there or not, I don't trust my dick with Axel beside him.

Near weekly sleepovers at Hay's started around the time we started fucking. Not that dad knows that. Bonus points that it overlapped with dad's date night. And normally the thought of dad bringing a date home didn't bother me. But I really don't want to be around if dad brings Axel home after their date. Not when this stupid ass house has my room sharing a wall with dad's. Adults fuck too, but I don't need to know if dad's getting his shit rocked by a fucking Adonis.

An Adonis who I want to rock my shit.

They're kissing.

"Gross, dad." I roll my eyes as he takes a step away from Axel turning back toward the dishes he must have abandoned. "Not in front of my darling innocent eyes."

Axel however, turns away from the counters, leaning back against one, crossing his arms over his broad chest as he regards me with one brow raised high. A knowing look slathered all over his perfect fucking face.

Kinda makes me want to punch it.

The entirety of this past week, I've thrown everything at him whenever I've caught him alone. My entire search history is ruined, and for what? This infuriating man who I can't fucking crack? Ugh.

Life isn't fucking fair.

I flip him off as I pass by, sinking into my chair at the table. The cereal and milk are already in place courtesy of Axel because I'd bet all of my meager allowance that dad doesn't give that much of a shit about me. Blah blah your legs work just fine, Roxas.

Yeah they do. Could work loads better if I angled myself a little towards Axel and spread th—

"You're going to be late if you sit there and dawdle, Roxas."

"Yeah, yeah." Fuck you too, dad. I grab the cereal box a little more violently than intended, the thin cardboard buckling a little under my grip.

Dad does dishes, I eat breakfast. And Axel taunts me as he chats with dad. I'm pretty sure they're talking about hockey again. His body remains angled towards me, leaned back against the counter cool and casual. And anytime Axel touches dad—a hand stroking his arm… placed on his shoulder… tracing down his waist—he looks at me. Smiles. Readjusts his lean back against the counter, shuffling his legs just far enough apart that it pulls his sweatpants across his groin.

I swallow hard before I choke on fruity pebbles when my gaze drops. I'm frozen, staring unabashedly as he sticks his hands into his pockets.

God must hate me for all the horny shit I thank him for.

But fucking Christ.

Holy hell.

Everything about him is large. Huge.

I have a desperate need to see his hand around his dick.

"Everything good?" Axel asks. "Almost done?"

I'm pissed. Horny. Disgusted because that's my dad he's been touching. Not because… yeah, nah. I'm fucking jealous. A possessive little shit over a guy old enough to be my… who's with my…

How dare he flaunt the insane fucking beast he's packing when I can't have it.

Forget fair. Life fucking hates me.

"Almost," I grit out. I'm surprised the spoon in my hand hasn't bent with how hard I'm gripping it.

Axel pushes up off the counter, takes a step away from my dad's turned back. "Good," he says out loud.

'Good boy,' he traces soundlessly with his lips before he turns his back on me as well, raising a hand and running it down dad's spine, stopping just over his tailbone.

I swear to fucking God if Axel cops a feel right in front of—

"Shouldn't you be finishing getting ready for school, Roxas?" Dad says, startling me from thoughts of Axel bending me over the kitchen table, using those large hands of his to palm over my ass. To spread my cheeks apart and—

"Roxas?" Dad's stern voice withers my erection in record speed.

"You'd fucking like that, wouldn't you," I hiss under my breath but shove up, storming out of the room before he can tell me off.

Or really, before I go over there and shove them apart.

Instead I stomp back to my room and jerk off, trying not to think of what they might be doing in the kitchen. Thinking instead of Axel bending me over the counter. Or the table. Or pressing me up against the fridge. Or...

It takes me a whole three days… and maybe a message from dad about how the house better not be a pigsty when he gets home at the end of the week(wait, week?), before I realize what has been off. It's been quiet. No nagging about chores and homework and not putting my feet on the fucking coffee table for the thousandth time Roxas.

No flirting my ass off at Axel when dad's not looking.

And when I do a quick skim of the entire house, just in case it's just some fucking test or some shit, it's only my dishes in the sink. My clothes scattered where they really shouldn't be. And when I finally think to check the family calendar on my phone, I see it there.

The entire week marked through with dad's color labeled 'work conference.'

Yay for family calendars. I guess?

Cool. So, dad's gone on that bullshit thing he bitches about every year. When I get the house to myself alongside a promise not to throw any wild and crazy parties.

Yes, because that describes me so well.

I think the wildest thing I've done while he's gone was… get high on the roof over the garage with Hayner at midnight. Maybe I'll invite him over after I clean shit up. Not that Hayner would care.

But Axel might if I invite him over instead.

Would that be weird? Yeah. Probably.

He has talked about wanting to spend time together, though. Or whatever. Probably just some movie or game night where he sits respectfully across from me instead of pulling me into his lap.

I throw myself down onto the couch after shedding my shirt into the growing pile of laundry, and shove my pajama pants to my thighs to take my dick in hand. Daydreaming about Axel walking in and seeing me jerking off, moaning his name.

Sadly—tragically even—my fantasy remains just that. I clean myself up. Again. Change clothes. Again. And go back to tidying. At the very least I get a load of towels on to wash. Between the cold showers and the amount of lube and cum I've had to clean off myself and my toys… I'm very quickly running through the lot.

I skip my room because who fucking cares if I live in a pigsty when dad isn't here to bitch. But when I return to watch TV, I'm confronted with the mess in the living room.

And maybe I can't live in complete filth. Not giving dad the satisfaction of hearing that though.

But I'm pretty sure that one plate is starting to become a science fair project. Shit… is three days really enough time for mold to— I cut that thought off with a shudder and get to work.

I'm in the middle of tidying the living room back up when a car pulls into the drive. I check the window by the front door just in time to watch a head of red hair emerge from the driver's side. I don't even give Axel time to ring the doorbell before I'm wrenching the door open, embarrassingly winded sounding as I say, "dad's on a work trip." Surprising, honestly if dad didn't tell Mister Important To Me about it.

"I know," Axel says, bracing his large hands on the door frame as he leans in over me. "But I thought that maybe we could spend some quality time together."

My nose scrunches up at the phrasing. "I'm not letting you in the house if you're planning on telling me that you're proposing to dad."

"What? You don't want me making an honest man out of your father?"

"Gross. Don't even joke about that shit. Why are you here? Did dad tell you to check up on me. Make sure I haven't burned the house down or whatever?"

"Perhaps. Works out for me though." His smile goes a little too sharp as his gaze rakes down my body. "You gonna let me come inside?"

Oh, shit.

"Yeah, of course. Please."

He walks by me, body close, casually dropping a 'good boy' over his shoulder as if he knows that I want to drop to my knees and beg for him to stick his cock in my mouth. That I'm now desperate to show him how good I can be.

I push the door closed, click the lock into place and turn. But he doesn't immediately crowd me back against the door. Much to my disappointment.

He's taking in the state of the living room. The dishes gathered on the edge of the coffee table and the pile of clothes I need to run to the washer. "Why don't I make us lunch while you finish up with your chores?"

"I don't want food…" the whine spills out of me. "I want di—" My jaw clamps shut with a click and I can feel the blood rush from my dick to my face. "Yeah, fine. Thanks, mom, or whatever. I'll go clean and shit."

A hand drops atop my head, but this time his fingers thread through my hair, nails scrape lightly over my scalp for another massive shift of my blood pressure as he tips my face up to look into gorgeous green eyes. "Good boy," he croons.

I nearly drop to my knees then and there. A lone whimper slips out and I turn tail and run like a coward.

I pick up my whole ass room. I haul laundry in from the living room to add to the pile by my door. I fucking deep clean my bathroom. Anything to keep myself from going into the kitchen and begging for the Greek God in there to bend me over the counter and fuck me. To keep me from making a complete fucking fool of myself in front of the guy who told me to go do chores. Or maybe, faced with the possibility that this could actually totally maybe possibly happen, I find myself complete chicken shit.

I can't hide forever though...

Axel's calling me in for lunch.

"All your homework done?"

The groan I let out is filled with disgust as I drop into my usual chair. "Fuck off. You're not my dad."

"Yet."

"I'm moving out the day that dad remarries." I say. "Especially if it's to you."

"Aww," Axel says, saccharine sarcasm dripping from his gorgeous voice. "I'm hurt, sweetheart."

Sweetheart is one of the things the little old ladies called me when dad went through that really brief and weird phase he had where he thought religion could fix my bad attitude. Or maybe it was just something he did to be polite when we first moved in.

Anyways. When Axel says it—the way he says it—well, it has my dick twitching, has me fighting to keep the scowl on my face as, after far too long, I respond with a stellar, "I didn't mean it like that, asshole."

"Then how did you mean it, Roxas?"

"I-i-i…" I can keep the glare on my face, but there's no hiding how red my face has to be with the heat searing across my cheeks. "I'm just… you… ah, fuck me…"

"That so?" Axel drops a plate in front of me, then to dad's usual spot before he drops into the chair. "Well then, maybe it's a good thing I don't plan on marrying your dad."

"The fuck are you sticking around for then?" I ask. There's sharp judgment in my tone. Thankfully overtaking the fucking hope that fills my chest. My stupid ass half-chub has yet to go away despite this cringe worthy topic.

"People can be in relationships without ever getting married, you know." Axel chuckles at my dramatic eye roll. "But maybe I have my reasons."

Apparently one of those reasons is helping me with my calculus. Axel's really good when the alphabet gets into numbers and we spend too long side by side at the table pouring over my stupid ass homework when it finally starts clicking in my head. (And yep, I'm still half-hard… numbers and all.)

"You're actually very clever, aren't you?" Axel asks.

And I barely keep my head when a hand drops onto my knee. "Not top of my class, to dad's disappointment. Not with all the 'potential' I had before mom died or whatever it is he tells me. That or it's something about the remedial English. Grammar rules are fucking stupid. But I'm not flunking out. So dad can fucking deal."

"Feisty." Axel says with a laugh, leaning far too close to me. "I like that, you know."

"Then why the fuck are you dating my dad." The words escape, unbidden. And I immediately cringe. Flinch back from the gorgeous man beside me. "Never mind. Don't fucking tell me if my dad is feisty."

Axel chuckles. Flashes me the most disarming grin. Honestly, if he told me to go clean the master bathroom from top to bottom and then promised to fuck me… dad would be really confused coming home.

"Hardly," Axel says, fingers lightly brushing along my jaw.

It's just me and him. Alone for the foreseeable future. I lean into the touch. He chuckles, the trailing heat leaving my skin in favor of lightly tapping my nose. "Go fold and put away your laundry. I'll see you when I'm done cleaning up in here."

"Yes, sir."

Sir. Sir? FUCKING SIR?!

I have my crisis behind closed doors while I distantly listen to Axel loading the dishwasher.

Dad tells me to do shit and I laugh. Teachers tell me to apply myself and I roll my eyes.

Tell me why I suspect that if Axel told me to jump, I'd be asking how high. Sir. If he told me to suck his hopefully massive cock I'd be on my fucking knees. If he told me to scrub the tiles in the kitchen by hand with nothing more than a toothbrush, I'd… still be on my fucking knees.

And maybe Axel's dick is a perfectly normal size and I just keep hallucinating it's ridiculous length beneath his clothes. I mean, I'll suck it regardless of how big or small it is. A guy can dream about being choked on a huge cock, though. Can't he?

God, I'd do anything if it got Axel to fuck my face.

But if dad told me to clean the kitchen I'd be a fucking bitch about it.

Okay. Truthfully, how embarrassing would it be to go back to the kitchen when I was done and beg him to shove his dick down my throat?

I change first, into something that doesn't stink of cleaners and dust, then I fold and put away my laundry, finally freeing up the basket so I can gather up all the clothes that have been sitting in a pile for forever. All the jeans and tees and the one poor towel that is fighting for its life to clean up the countless orgasms I've had since last laundry day all because of that fucking dinner with…

"Cute."

I freeze, straightening up, only to dip back down as I realize that the crusty ass towel is still clutched between my hands as I take in Axel, standing there in my doorway. Eyes sweeping over the embarrassing childlike posters half plastered over with my own drawings before locking on me, half-bent scooping up the last of my dirty clothes.

It's only when Axel's gaze falls to my chest that I realize what he's staring at.

My body, obviously. Or rather the gaping collar that I'm sure affords him a full view of my chest… if he can even see it from his obnoxious height. Or maybe he's just taking me in, bent to dick sucking height.

"Nice shirt."

Up until this moment, I hadn't been sure where the shirt had come from. I don't know why I didn't fucking guess that it could be Axel's.

Christ I fucking hope it is. Hope he's seeing me in his clothing. I toss the laundry into the basket, standing to my full height. The overly large shirt I wear slips dangerously close to falling off one shoulder.

"Is this yours?" I ask, fingers toying with the hem of the oversized garment.

Axel's eyes go dark. He leans against my doorway. Tall and imposing and blocking off my exit unless my ass wants to go out the window. I feel so… naked for all that I'm fully dressed. "Yep."

I try not to think about Axel in our living room. Try not to think about why he'd be taking his shirt off. Try not to think about wearing it now after he took it off to… ugh. Trying not to think about Axel fucking my dad only makes me think about Axel fucking my dad.

"Looks a lot better on you," Axel says in that same tone he used on me in the restaurant as he pushes up off the doorframe, taking a step into my room.

I almost tell him to close the door. But… we're the only two in the house. If I want to scandalize the mice in the kitchen with my moans… fuck. I wonder if Axel is loud.

He moves closer. Closer. Until his hand drops. Onto my bare skin and the wide collar of his shirt, barely hanging onto my shoulder. And I know, deep down, that Axel hasn't responded to any of my stupid attempts at flirting and that if anything, they seem to turn him off. Doesn't stop my mouth from betraying me though. "I think it'd look a lot better on the floor."

"That so?" He leans in. And I, heart about to beat right out of my chest, can do nothing more than nod. His fingers nudge the collar off, exposing more skin that he drags his gaze over. He smiles. "Why don't you show me then, kitten. Let me see for myself."

I'm frozen. Like a fucking idiot. If Hayner ever called me kitten I'd have rolled my eyes and spat out something about having claws. Feisty. Axel chuckles, hands drifting out between us to tug at the hem of his shirt. On me. That he wants off of me?

"Don't get shy on me now," Axel teases.

And me, with my great many years of experience talking to hot dudes wanting in my pants, replies with, "Huh?"

Axel continues to remain too close. "You want something, don't you kitten?"

Finally, finally at least one of my hands decides to listen to me, but stops just shy of actually touching Axel as I nod.

"Go on then," Axel encourages as my gaze drops to watch his lips shape each word. "Take what you want."

My hand falls, but only to to join the other in taking hold of the hem of my shirt to wrench it off and throw it aside before I'm grabbing Axel by the back of his neck, yanking him the short distance to crush our lips together.

The moment that my hand tangles into silken hair, I moan into Axel's mouth. And he takes full advantage of the sound.

It's at this moment, with my dad's boyfriend's tongue trying to discover every last nook and cranny of my mouth, with his thigh between my legs and one of his very large hands on my ass, that I come to the realization that I might be a bit in over my head.

And maybe he's onto something with the whole kitten thing as I rub my hard dick against his thigh, glad that I'm wearing nothing more than thin pajama pants, but wishing I wasn't wearing anything at all. Axel doesn't seem keen on letting me go in the slightest, though. Every time I try to pull back, his hold tightens. The hand not gripping my ass for dear life clamps firmly onto the back of my neck, locking me into place as he pulls back. His fingers are long enough that they curve around towards my throat.

"Wai…" I pant out, groin dangerously tight as Axel continues to rock his thigh into my dick. To rock me against him like I'm nothing more than a ragdoll. He's looking down at me like he wants to devour me. And I… am fucked. "I don't… not yet…" Not like this. "Not until you're…" But imagining him inside me is not helping in the slightest.

"I think you should though, Roxas."

No, wait. Don't say it. Fuck. Can my mouth fucking work with me? My entire traitorous body tenses in anticipation. "Please…" The word pours out of my mouth. My hands slip from his hair to grab fistfuls of his shirt as I fucking rub on him like I'm in heat. "Please…" Please fucking say it.

"Cum for me, kitten."

Once was a well timed fluke. Twice? Fuck. Is this how I find out I have the magical ability to cum on command?

I don't even get the time to enjoy my orgasm before the world is moving as I'm lifted and thrown over Axel's shoulder all while I'm still making a fucking mess of my pajamas.

I'm tossed down onto a bed and Axel's immediately over me, lightly palming my cock and kissing down the length of my throat. I don't even bother to open my eyes. I spread my legs further. "More," I try to demand but it comes out weak and wobbly. "Fuck me."

"Did your cock even get soft?" Axel husks against the shell of my ear, the rumble of his voice sending another insistent pulse of lust straight to my groin. And maybe it did in the moments that he carried me, but came raging right back the second my back hit the bed.

But now, the material of my pants is sticking uncomfortably cool to my skin and I just want the fucking things off. "Shut up," I reply, far too delayed as I shove my hands down between us and that gets me another chuckle. "Fuck me." I can only get my pants down to maybe mid-thigh before I run out of room to contort.

Axel's weight lifts from over me, from the bed, and I finally pry my eyes open. I should have known that I wasn't in my own bed. Considering it's a tiny ass twin and dad refuses to let me upgrade.

Wonder if he'd regret it now. Now that his boyfriend is about to fuck his son in his bed. Or… at least I hope that's what's going to happen. I kick my pants the rest of the way off, leaving me laying naked in my dad's bed.

Okay, seriously. I have to stop thinking about dad.

A task made quite simple when Axel pulls his shirt off. My eyes follow the trail of his hands, down to the fastenings of his jeans and more importantly the bulge beneath them. He takes his pants off infuriatingly slow but thankfully the underwear goes with them so I stop caring by the time they pass his thighs.

I was right. I was right. Thank fucking God I was right.

"Holy shit," I mutter. "You could've been a fucking porn star."

He's fucking gorgeous. Toned and freckled and half-hard. And even then his cock is still fucking huge.

"Who's to say I'm not?" Axel teases, standing proud as I take him in.

"I'd know."

"Of course you would. What, are you sneaking around behind your dad's back to watch porn of redheads or something?"

I nod, rather enthusiastically. Without shame as I lick my lips, staring at his dick and watching it stiffen before my very eyes. As it gets bigger. "I can take you." I promise. Though honestly, I'm not quite sure if I can.

I'm ready to die trying though.

"Where did that…" He trails off, shaking his head at me, amusement lighting up his eyes for a moment before they darken. "We'll see," he smirks as he approaches the bed, pausing to grab out a bottle of lube from a drawer in the bedside table. I can't help the way my face twists as I stare at it on the sheets. I hate that he knows it's there. Hate it even more that it's seen use. I have no right wanting Axel to be mine. But I'm greedy.

Greedy enough to grab the other thing that's in his hand and hurl it across the room. "Fuck this shit."

"You don't…" Axel hesitates, one amused brow raised as he gestures to his dick and I can't help but moan at the reminder that all of him is fucking huge. And he laughs as I continue to glare, lower lip stuck out. "Alright, alright you brat. Gonna assume you're all good then?"

Ugh. I hate having to think about this shit when I'm staring at God in dick form. Yes, I've fucked Hayner. We used condoms and shit. We're both clean as of our last physicals. Axel though. I don't really want to think about how he's probably fucked my—

I snatch the bottle up with a snarl that makes Axel chuckle and by the time he's sinking back onto the edge of the bed, I'm pushing a finger inside myself determined to be better than anything or anyone else he could have.

"Keep going," Axel orders. As if I was planning on stopping. I sink back into the pillows a little more. Spread my legs a little more. "Fuck…" the curse slips from his lips, sounding strained. The apple in his throat bobs as he continues to stare down between my legs. "Such a good boy…"

I whimper. And between my muscles clamping down around my finger, and the probable very visible twitch of my dick, Axel swears again.

"Please," I beg. "Please fuck me." I try to move my hand but the second my motions slow, Axel's hand curls around mine. Engulfs it in a tight grip and forces me to keep the same pace.

"When you're good and ready for me, kitten," Axel purrs. "For now, you're going to be a good boy and cum on your fingers. Go on, add another one."

I do as told, soft whine escaping as he presses both my fingers deep inside me. He's quick to find just the right angle, the right rhythm to leave me panting and squirming. I try to focus on stretching myself, at least a little. He's the biggest dick I've ever seen. Though I don't think adding Hayner and my nightstand drawer dildo give me that big of a sample size. Or whatever it was I learned in stats. And well, porn. Though I think Axel's got that shit beat too.

"Another."

I obey, whimper slipping from my lips at the stretch. It's been weeks since me and Hayner last fucked.

"Feel good, sweetheart?" Axel purrs, close to my ear, just before teeth latch onto my earlobe, hot breath panting out in my ear. "You don't know how good you look like this, Roxas."

I want to savor the way he says my name, but with a low chuckle against my skin, he rocks my fingers into me a little deeper, a little quicker, pushing me towards my orgasm, body dangerously tight. "F-fuck," I pant out as lips traverse along my jaw. "Please. Please. Fuck me. I'm begging you." I fumble blindly, fingers of my free hand finally tangling into the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging him in for a kiss.

I'm so fucking close. I'm not sure if he's even got his hand on me anymore, or if it's just me, desperately trying to get myself off at least once while I've got Axel's tongue in my mouth.

The only downside of that is he can't tell me to cum. Can't tell me I'm a good boy. But I'm almost there. Just a couple more thrusts and–

His hand clamps once more around mine, tight. And he draws my fingers completely out, leaving me hanging right there on the edge, empty. Desperate and squirming, whimpering into his mouth, but unable to beg to be filled.

He makes me trace around and around my hole. Teasing fingertips stroking puckered flesh. Just enough to make me ungodly aware of how fucking empty I am.

Teeth catch my lower lip as Axel pulls back just enough to chuckle. Another circle and he asks, "Is this where you want me, sweetheart?"

A sob breaks out of my chest.

Fucking Christ.

A sob.

As not the three fingers I was expecting but a fourth as well. Not one of mine. All together stretching me to new limits. Setting my body alight as tears leak from the corners of my eyes and streak down the sides of my face. "Please. Please. I can't–"

"Shhh, kitten. I know you can."

I'm going to die on the spot if he tells me he's proud of me for taking his dick at some point.

I don't even have time to ask what he thinks I can do. We nudge into my nerves and I'm fucking done. I lose the feeling of the fingers inside me. Pretty sure my back pops at least once. I can't hear anything over my thundering heart and the insane noises coming from my lips before they're swallowed up by Axel plunging his tongue back into my mouth, can't fucking see with my eyes squeezed painfully shut.

Probably for the best, I think to myself as I collapse back onto the bed, boneless yet far from satisfied. I can't be sure if the moisture on my face is just tears.

"Well then," Axel chuckles at my whimper as his finger slips free, and I push mine a little deeper inside and spread them, craving the fullness I'd felt for those brief moments.

"More," I demand with a shaky voice. Free hand fumbling through the air, only to meet with the empty air.

My eyelids may as well be made of lead with how much effort it takes to lift them. Axel sits back between my thighs smirking down at me. Not looking away as he swipes his thumb over his jaw. Moisture glistens in the overhead light as his smirk grows further. And then he wraps his lips around his thumb, only to let out a satisfied moan, one that sinks straight into my spent dick. One that he clearly notices as his brow lifts. "Didn't expect you to be worn out that easily," he teases.

"I'm not!" I say, shooting up and grabbing his wrist. Only to have to pause when a full body shudder wracks me when I find myself suddenly empty. "Fuck me. Please," I beg as I collapse back against the mattress, letting my hand drift back between my parted thighs and stroke lightly over my stretched hole as if I can entice Axel back. Do I have to say fucking 'sir' again?

I will.

Fingers trail down my abdomen, middle finger dipping into my navel, scooping out the cum pooled there. Down further, ghosting over my cock, Further still until with no fanfare he brushes my hovering hand aside and at least a couple press into me. Deep.

An embarrassingly high pitched whine ekes out of me, growing louder as Axel spreads his fingers apart. Dissolving into a choked moan as I come to the wonderful realization that alongside the lube that was already there, Axel's fingering my own cum right into me.

"What's the most you've ever cum in one night, kitten?"

Had he asked that thirty minutes ago I probably could have told him. But as I watch him pull his fingers from me, drag them through more drying cum on my belly, and push them right back in, I'm not even sure if I could remember my full name. "Uh…nnnng." My eyes drift back closed. "Keep going…" I mumble, rocking against the sheets to meet his slow touches. "I'll tell you when to stop."

A particularly rough thrust into my prostate and I yelp. Axel laughs, low and full of poetic promises or some shit. "Brat."

It's a little easier to think, despite my dick being half-hard once more. But still, what nearly comes out of my horny porn riddled brain is 'punish me, then,' but I bite down on my tongue at the last moment, instead spitting his own words from weeks ago back at him. "Show me what happens to brats then."

"Sit up, kitten."

I'm left woefully empty once more, sighing as I take his offered hand, heart leaping into my throat as he yanks me towards him.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I brace for impact. But I don't thud into his chest. The world tips and I find myself bent over his folded thighs. He hauls me further, manhandles me until my ass is in the air. My body registers what's about to happen, tensing. I don't think my brain really does until I have the echo of the slap of skin against skin ringing in my ears and the faint stinging in one of my ass cheeks.

"You…" I blink. Several times, staring across the room at the wooden slats of dad's closet. "You spanked me?!"

I fully expect him to do it again, but fingers brush over my heated skin. Gently? I don't know, it's maybe fucking with my head a little.

"Don't tell me your dad–"

"Nope. Nuh uh. You're not allowed to talk about dad any–" I cut off in a sharp almost yip as another crack reverberate through the room and my bones. "Dad never spanked me. And you–" Another yelp, this slap smarting a little more. "Maybe you shouldn't either?"

"Your cock says otherwise, sweetheart."

Well, shit. He's got me there.

"Well, don't forget the other side th–"

A quick succession of spanks, every single one but the last aimed for skin that's already heated, causing more tears to well at the corners of my shut eyes.

"You gonna be a good boy, now?"

I open my mouth, intent on telling him off, but all that comes out is a sound that's more of a sigh than a moan. I'm practically limp across his thighs. It takes all what already short supply of brain and a handful of dick twitches before I can form words. A rather slurred, "are you gonna fuck me now?"

His hand slaps down hard, but this time remains, rubbing slow, soothing circles over my skin until a finger is skipping down and stroking the cleft of my ass. "You're lucky I like brats," he teases.

"Yeah, good." I mumble, fighting not to immediately collapse back onto the bed as I push myself off his lap and kneel beside him. "I'm about to be the biggest fuckin' one unless I get a dick in me in the next five minutes."

Axel snorts a laugh and then, to my immense joy and near celebration, he sprawls himself out on the bed, stretching out long limbs before he props himself up and pats one thigh. There's a part of me that should be embarrassed at how quickly I move, climbing over him. Never taking my eyes off his dick.

I barely register the pop of a bottle as I reach down, fingertips brushing lightly across his abdomen. I don't dare touch his dick yet for fear I'll grab him and try and impale myself. There's not nearly enough lube… and cum in me to make that thing fit.

Axel, however doesn't have the same hesitation. A big, slick hand curls around his shaft and strokes, spreading lube that fucking shimmers in the bright overhead light. Every time the head of his dick pokes through his fist I whimper. I clench my hands into fists on my thighs. I'm leaking down my own shaft. How? I don't fuckin' know with the amount I've cum already. But I'm licking my lips as he adjusts his grip, making a show of thumbing over his head. And when he goes back to stroking himself, I catch myself rocking my hips across his thighs, hole clenching. Flexing around nothing instead of a thick, fat cock like it should be.

But he catches my wrist as I move to shove fingers back into my empty self. "Tell me what you want, kitten."

I roll my eyes. I've told him. I've fucking begged. How goddammed explicit do I have to be?! I finally drag my gaze up from his dick, ready to tell his ass off as I shove up onto my knees, shuffling into place over him. "What do you fucking think I want? I need you to—" I cut off as we lock eyes.

He really does look pretty with his hair spread around him in a messy halo. I can't look away from his lust filled gaze as his free hand curls over my hip in a gripping hold, encouraging me down. My breath catches as what can only be the head of his dick presses to my hole.

But when I try and lower myself further, his fingers bite into my flesh, locking me into place.

"Tell me if I'm too much."

Not a question, an order.

I just hope I'm not too wide eyed and terrified looking because suddenly things are a little too real. But looking away doesn't help. In fact the reminder that I'm in my dad's bed with my dad's boyfriend's dick kissing my hole as he rocks his hips up off the bed is… well, it doesn't make me want Axel any less. Or maybe I'm just insane as I throw my head back and laugh. Cackle even.

"I told you, I can fucking take you."

"Prove it." Axel's grin goes a little feral as I glare down at him. He tugs me down a fraction of an inch and then rocks his hips up off the bed.

Oh, shit. I'd thought four fingers would be enough, but another roll of his hips, another flex of my thighs dipping me lower. Lower. Closer. Each motion rocking him a little deeper. Stretching me a little wider until my breath catches as my body pulses far too dangerously close to an orgasm.

Legs trembling, I have to grab my own dick, probably holding a little too tight at the base of my shaft. Anything so I don't immediately cum again before he's even got an inch in me. But the stretch is so… wildly different than Hayner, for all he's a decent size. Different from the toy in my bedside drawer that Hayner always gave me shit about it being a little much.

Maybe I'd just known I was destined for greater things. Like Axel.

He sinks me down a little further, a drawn out, embarrassing whine pouring from me as I'm stretched around the widest point of his head, collapsing a little in his hold, still holding almost painfully tight to my dick as it settles inside me.

My vision clears, but I have to fight not to have my eyes rolling back. I suck in a deep breath, throw my head back and—

"Fuck," I swear, squirm in the now vice like grip Axel has on my waist, both hands now locking me in place, keeping me from immediately impaling myself like I'd fucking wanted to. "Axel…"

"Hell, Rox…" Axel breathes out, sounding just as wrecked as I feel. "You're so fucking tight."

"More," I pant out. "Please, please, please. Fuck. Ax—" I cut off with a gasp at the fraction more sinking into me. I writhe, but he only holds me tighter. I flex around him as if that alone will pull him deeper inside me.

He drags it on forever. Eases himself into me, so big that he presses delightfully into my walls and I can feel every single one of his steady heartbeats. My own manifest in a frantic pulsing around where we're joined as I continue to adjust around his punishing girth. My entire body is clammy, sweat drips from my forehead as my breath comes out in ragged pants.

I like to think I'm managing just fine. Definitely not just hanging by a thread as Axel continues to stare at me. As his fingers bite hard into my hips. As I try to beg him with my eyes to fucking impale me already because every time I try and open my mouth, all that comes out are harsh pants as I try to catch my breath. Moans when he takes each opportunity to shut me up by sinking a fraction quicker inside me.

Then he hits my already abused prostate and stops when a loud cry explodes from me. He doesn't move further. I don't move. Each shallow breath alone moves my body just enough to send sparks of lightning shooting through my nerve endings.

Okay. Look. When I said I wanted to cum when he was inside me… I meant fully inside me.

Axel's smile twists into something a little dark, a lot devious. He lifts me, probably presses his hips to the bed until I'm being split open once more by the width of his head. "Wait," I choke out, hands grabbing, clawing at his wrists. Sweat runs off my lower back, drips down my crack. "Don't leave me."

Weirdest ass way I could have phrased that. But it gets the desired effect when Axel shifts beneath me, bracing his feet to the bed, and thrusts his hips up. Shit. A quick in, then back to splitting me too wide.

My head spins, briefly cataloguing everything that's inside me at this point besides Axel's dick.

Spit, lube, my cum, Axel's precum, probably my sweat at this point.

"Again." I arch back, hands braced on Axel's bent knees. "Please."

Quick, shallow thrusts that each punch directly into my nerves. My fucking eyes roll back into my head, nails bite into Axel's skin.

That's when I learn that maybe they aren't really exaggerating that much in porn.

Wonder if the neighbors heard that fucking scream?

He's back to lowering me, the moment my twitching muscles ease up enough for him to. I take him. All of him. All the way down to the hilt, without cumming yet another time, at least until my ass is settled atop his hips. And when I finally pry my eyes open, he's a fucking mess. My cum is all over his abdomen, stretching in streaks up his torso. And I don't think I've gone fully soft once.

I slump back against Axel's legs, hands wrapping around his calves as I cock my hips out and grind down on him.

"Shit, Rox. You good?"

The concern in his voice has me lifting my head. Axel's watching me, eyes dark, locked on my groin, lips parted in awe.

"Never better," I say, tongue thick. A giggle bubbles up as I flex every muscle I can around him, savoring just how deep he is. "Fuck."

Some fucked up part of my head wants to ask if he has fucked dad. And if I take him better. But I don't really want the embarrassment if he actually answers me. Instead I shove upright, immediately slumping forward, catching myself over him, palms on the bed, breathing heavily. "Shit."

"Rox..?" A finger alights under my tucked chin, and he gently tips my head up. Breath whooshing audibly from my lungs as we lock eyes.

"'M good," I assure him, and as if to prove my point, I slowly lift myself off of him. And then just as leisurely slide back down, mouth falling open in a silent moan until I'm reseated, hands clenching into fists on the sheets.

"Again," Axel instructs and my body is obeying before my slow ass thoughts fully catch up. Not until he's stretching me to the fullest and my head starts to droop. "Look at me." I'm not sure why the command has my heart racing. But I do as told, breath stuttering. Maybe I tense, or maybe Axel can just read my mind, but before I can do much more than think about slamming myself back onto his dick, he bites out a sharp, "Slowly, Roxas."

"Yes, sir," I say far too firmly for my shaking body.

Is it possible to full body blush? I'm pretty sure that's what happens to me. Doubly so when Axel runs a single finger up the underside of my dick, making me straighten back up, to angle my hips as I do as told.

"Again."

We're still staring. This feels so… obscenely intimate.

"Again. Slower."

I let out a whine, lower lip wobbling a little. God. Don't tell me I'm gonna wind up crying on this man's dick.

Axel's mouth twists into a dark smirk.

"Come on, kitten. Don't you want to be a good boy for me?"

"Yes, sir." This one comes out a lot softer, barely more than a whisper.

I fuck myself on him at a pace that a snail could fucking outdo. His hands soothe up and down my thighs, thumbs dipping into massage at soft skin, sliding up dangerously close to my groin whenever I seat myself fully.

I follow each and every order staring into emerald green, rolling my hips, flexing my muscles, trying every goddamned thing I can think of to get him to—

"Touch yourself, Roxas."

"Fuck." You. Me. Either work. Miles better than the childish 'no, you touch me' I'd wanted to snap back with first.

I rake my hands through my sweaty hair, dragging them down over my throat as I sheathe him in me. Down over my chest, to my trembling, burning thighs to lift myself once more. Though I'm pretty sure that I can thank my aching muscles for the fact that I haven't cum for the umpteenth time. But shit. This is the longest I think I've ever had a guy's dick in me.

Is this like… an age thing? Or is Axel basically just having me edge him, and subsequently myself for like… fuckin' twenty minutes.

I more drop, rather than smoothly sink, legs finally giving up the ghost. And finally, I drag a palm over Axel's abdomen, coating my palm and fingers with a mix of my cum and what I've been dripping out over him for the past forever.

I gotta say. Using my own cum to jerk off is definitely on the list of things I'd never honestly thought about. But it's hot as fuck. Axel's eyes flick down to the show I must be giving him. Lounging back against his thighs once more, I let my free hand trail back up my belly, my chest. I pause to tweak a nipple, sending a shiver through me and making me clench around Axel's cock.

But I don't stop there. Up my neck, my jaw to trace along my lower lip and slip into my mouth. I close my lips around them and—

"Eyes on me, kitten."

My eyes fly open, immediately re-locking onto Axel's face and holy shit it's a hell of a lot more intimate to be sucking on my fingers while someone watches. "Good boy," Axel chuckles. "Do you wish there was something else filling that smart mouth of yours?"

I actually prefer that 'something else' right where it is at the moment. Or… I'd really rather it be pounding into me instead of me being a horny as shit cock-warmer. But I nod.

"C'mere then, sweetheart. Let me take care of you."

Leaning forward so fast that my head spins a little, my palms hit the bed with soft thumps. He cradles my jaw with one hand and he doesn't even have to tell me to open my mouth. My tongue lolls out, lapping at the fingers of his other hand when he offers a pair out.

His fingers, though more slender than mine, are far longer. Like, dragging their way to the back of my fucking throat long. But I don't flinch.

"Shit…" Axel breathes out accompanied by a rather heavy throb of the dick inside me. "You don't have a gag reflex?"

I can't help but smirk around his fingers, fighting against the tight hold he has on my jaw that's keeping me from bobbing on those glorious digits. I've never choked the few time's I've sucked Hayner's dick. And I didn't the one time I taught myself how to deep throat with a dildo. A third joins the pair and Axel slowly rocks them in and out. Matching the same leisurely pace I'd been stroking my dick.

My legs refuse to let me do much more than rock myself fractions of an inch on and off Axel's cock. It's not enough to shove me over that plateau I've been chilling on. But I'll take whatever I can get.

"Damn, Rox…" Axel's breathing is far quicker now. "Bet you can take all of me here too." Another nod from me. "Grab you by the face. Slip my cock between those sinful lips. Stuff your mouth full of me…" he trails off, hand slipping off my jaw, lower to curl around my throat.

I whimper, and finally free of the tight hold, I can bob my head to meet his thrusts. I can balance on one arm and grab hold of his wrist, locking him into place so I can show him what the fuck I'm willing to do with my mouth.

"Oh, fuck," Axel moans out. "I'm gonna fuck your pretty little face. Shove my dick down your tight throat and—" He cuts off with a groan and I wonder if he's finally about to cum. But then the fingers wrench from my mouth and he roughly grabs me, hauling me off of him and over to land on the bed in a tangle of limb until he's laying atop me.

And I blink up at the ceiling. Why didn't he cum? More importantly, why isn't he still inside of me if he hasn't?

"Ax…el?" I loathe how childlike and timid his name comes out, worried that's only going to further fuck up whatever's going on. But he laughs. Trails a hand up my side and shoves his face into my throat, gently biting down at the junction of neck and shoulder, hot breath spilling across my skin as he laughs again.

"Sorry, kitten." He presses a series of kisses and nips up and down my neck. "Didn't want to be done with you yet."

"Huh?" I say, rather stupidly, all to aware of my hard dick pressed into his belly as I wrap my legs around him. "Why would you have to be done?" To be fair… I don't want us to be done either. But I'm so fucking empty now it's stupid.

"Sweetheart…" Axel chuckles, pushing up off of me to smile down. "I'm not nearly as quick as you."

Oh. Right. I guess that makes sense. Fucking… biology. Or anatomy. Or

Who fucking cares about the details right now?

"There's other shit we can do. I'll fuckin… make you get hard again or something. Just. Shit, Axel." I squirm beneath him, nails lightly clawing at his back. "Please, please. Fuck. I need it." Aaand I'm back to being a fucking cat as a long, drawn out whine builds as he grabs one of my arms and pins it by the wrist over my head, followed rather quickly by the other as he leans in until we're nearly nose to nose.

"What do you need, sweetheart?"

Well, for one: these obnoxiously porny sounds that keep coming out of me every time my dick twitches between us to stop. "We've been over this, fifty fucking times," I grind out through gritted teeth. Jerking at the hold he has on me. I'm so damn frustrated and empty and ugh. "Let me go. Let me cum. Do fucking something other than just stare at me."

I need him to stop fucking torturing me just because he can't get it up as fast as I can.

"Come on, Roxas. Tell me what you really want." Axel's dark smile sends a dangerous pulse through me. And okay. In a way, I'm glad that he didn't tell me to cum. Not that thinking about it is helping in the slightest.

"Let me go and I'll show you." It's less a demand, more a whine as I yank at the hold on my wrists.

Axel's smile only grows. "Use your words, kitten."

Words are really fucking hard. I snarl and Axel laughs. And he doesn't make it any easier on me when he shifts, lowering his lips to my throat.

"Be a good boy for me."

And as Axel sucks a bruise into my skin… something about the weight over me pinning me, the large hands holding my wrists to the bed, and the way I keep clenching down around fucking nothing breaks something in me and I let out a sob. A desperate choking sob as the moisture that's been gathering at the corners of my eyes in my frustration finally breaks free, rolling down my face.

"Please," I choke out. "Please, please fuck me. Fuckin' plow me into the damn mattress. Please. Give me your cock. God. I need it. Need you." I writhe, trying to at least feel his dick against my skin. God. I'm fucking crying. "Need you, please. Please, Ax. Inside me. Please, please, please. Ax—" He silences me with a long, deep kiss until I'm panting into his mouth and he's devouring every whimper I make as our bodies rock together. He shifts my wrists until they're pinned together over my head and he has a hand free to trail down my side, to wedge between us and—

I try and move my head enough so I can beg for him again as a finger circles my hole, but he catches my lower lip with his teeth and chuckles.

"Please?" The word comes out more as a question than a plea as he finally releases my lip. One finger turns to two and begin an agonizingly slow press inside me.

"I'll give you what you need in a moment, kitten." Axel croons, lifting his weight from me to press slow, wet kisses down my chest. I can feel every inch of the digits spearing into me, chest locking up as they turn and gently press right into my nerves. "But first I need you to do something for me." Each nudge is directed square into my poor prostate, until my body is burning white hot and I'm babbling my pleases. I'll do anything for this man. Fuck, I'd go punch my dad square in the face if it meant Axel would bend me over.

"Axel…" I choke his name out. Why. Why haven't I cum yet? How have I not? My body is as taut as a drawn bow, heartbeat pounding between my thighs.

"Mmm," Axel leans in with a sound of immense satisfaction against the shell of my ear. "I love the way you say my name."

I'd say it about a thousand more times, but at this point, whenever I open my mouth his fingers punch into me and increasingly louder cries spill out. At least whenever I can manage to suck in a ragged breath. I've never been fucking edged to the brink of insanity before.

"Please," I finally manage to gasp out. "Please let me cum."

Axel's rumbling chuckle as he asks, "let you?" is far far more pressing.

"Yes, yes," I pant out. "Please. Tell me to."

Oh. Oh. Well fucking okay then. File that away to look into later.

Axel doesn't tell me to, though. He fucking pulls his fingers out of me, releases my wrists, sitting back once more between my thighs. And I kick my legs, sulking like a some petulant brat. Straight up crossing my arms over my chest with a huff. "Fuck you."

"That's not what you want." Axel clucks his tongue, smirking. Infuriatingly fucking gorgeous. "Over."

I groan, fighting the urge to kick the stupid teasing big dicked asshole in the face as I bring my leg around so I can roll onto my stomach. I'm pouting into the pillow I've clutched to my face as I shuffle up onto my knees. "Ax~el…" I whine, wiggling my ass back at him.

All it earns me is a sharp crack of his hand against one cheek that has me yelping.

"Do you not know how to have patience?" Axel chuckles.

"No," I respond immediately, shuffling my legs apart a little further, shuddering a little when traces a single finger over my hole. "Fuck me."

Yeah. I think I'm past the point of demands. That was fucking whiny.

Another pop of a bottle top and my already racing heart kicks up another notch. And then something hot and thick and long lands against my tailbone. "Please. Fucking please, Axel," I plead. "At least put it back inside me."

This insufferable, infuriating tease of a man doesn't though. He simply rubs the head of his dick over my hole. Traces it in circles. I clench my hands into fists so hard that my nails—that I thought I'd bitten down to nothing mind you—bite into my palms.

I am empty and buzzing and frustrated beyond all belief, and he's going to have to tie me to the bed in a minute before I… before I…

And suddenly I can think of nothing more than being trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey. Pretty. Spread. A shiver wracks my body and Axel chuckles. "All good there, kitten?"

"Fucking grand," I shift my hips along with his motions until his head finally fucking catches on my rim and all the breath stutters out of me as I go dead still. And thankfully Axel finally takes the hint and begins the slow press inside me. "'Bout to be even better, I imagine."

I don't understand at first, why he's taking his fucking time. I've taken him fully already so why is he torturing me like this. Inch after inch and I can't even fucking see him with my face half-pressed into the pillow. It does shit to muffle my moan. I can't fucking stop as his fingers walk their way down my spine to my tailbone.

Maybe I don't understand his slow pace, but as those same fingers trace along the way I'm wrapped around him, perhaps I understand why he wanted this position. All but confirmed when he lets out a moan of his own, opposite hand palming over an ass cheek, spreading me further for him. "Shit, Rox."

He's watching.

My muscles clamp down around him and I have to fight to breathe, hands grabbing fistfuls of the pillow beneath me as I rub my face into it. He's so, so deep. I think I feel him in my lungs at this angle.

"Fuck, I wish you could see this." Axel says, a bit of a dreamy lilt to his voice. "You're so… fucking beautiful taking all of me."

And I could die happy. Proudly impaled on the biggest dick I've ever seen. Ever taken. I whine. Grind my ass back against him as if I could possibly take him any deeper. Press the heel of my hand into my lower belly rubbing and rubbing wondering if I can fucking feel him.

I'm certain I got my wish. He's carved out his place in me with his dick and nothing… no one will ever take its place.

"Axel…" I pant out. "Axel, please." I barely recognize my voice. Fuck, I sound so desperate. Fuck, I am desperate. I need to be fucked and fucked good. "Please, please."

A hand drops down beside me, Axel's weight shifts, pushing him that fraction deeper. I feel like I'm fucking on fire. That I'll go mad if I don't cum in the next few minutes.

"Axel," I practically wail. I'm going to start crying again any minute now if he doesn't fuck me. "I need you."

"Shh, kitten." His weight is warm across my back as he whispers in my ear. I bow, arch, squirm. He probably keeps calling me kitten because I can't stop yowling like a fucking cat in heat. "Shh, I've got you."

"Please move. Fuck me. Please, I'll do anything."

Axel's chuckle tickles my ear, tightens my gut, inches me dangerously close to my next orgasm. "Anything?"

Fuck. How many times is he going to make me cum before the night is through?

He rocks against me and his hand joins mine, pressing it a little harder into my belly and the next time he rolls his hips, I swear I feel him. And I nod against the pillows. "Anything," I promise.

I fear I know what he's about to say and I turn my head, burying my face into the pillows.

A hand winds into my hair, gripping tight. I didn't think it possible, but my body goes tight…er. Stupidly tight and I'm trembling as Axel breathes hot against my skin, "I don't think so, kitten. I want to hear you."

He yanks. Hard. Pulling my face from the pillow with a loud moan that pours out of me. Earns me a bite that has my dick aching. Fuck, I'm probably dripping onto the sheets. I'll have to do the fucking laundry later.

Why am I thinking about laundry? And more importantly how has that not eased any of this tension.

Actually more importantly, how haven't I cum yet?

"Cum on my cock, Roxas."

So. I guess this is my circus sideshow act, then. Come see me, the boy who can cum by the command of some forty something year old hottie.

Except dad. Dad can't see this. Especially when I open my mouth and the first thing out of it is a very slurred 'I fuckin' love you.'

But I can't even be embarrassed with the low rumbling chuckle against my body before Axel pushes himself back up. Large hands wrap over my hips and thighs. Finally, finally he's slowly drawing out, the flare of his head tugging at my rim. And when he plunges back in I cease to exist. I become nothing more than something… whatever he needs. My head swims at the sensation of complete fullness, so much so I can barely focus on his questions, the low tones, filled with such a delicious mixture of lust and concern as one hand gently rubs over my lower back.

"Huh?" My tongue is thick and it's a struggle to get that much out.

"All good? Not hurting?"

I'm going to be sore as fuck tomorrow. But right now?

"Fffffuck me." I draw out. I've never actually drank alcohol(shocking, I know) but if it's anything like this, I get the appeal.

"What do you say?"

I can hear the smirk in Axel's voice and were my eyes not squeezed shut, I'd probably have rolled them.

"Please," I moan out, wiggling back against him until his hands clamp back down on my hips. Tight. Bruisingly tight. I hope.

"Please?"

There's a prompt there, I can hear it in his voice. And I'm so full of both dick and frustration that it takes way too long to parse for how fucking horny I am.

I'm seventeen. I have access to the internet. I have options that I can call him.

Options that I'm taking too long to ponder when each second is one that I'm not getting my brains fucked out.

"Please, Axel?" I say. "Please, please fuck me, sir. I told you I can fucking take you."

"There's the brat." He draws slowly back out, pauses, and then…

Fucking Christ. The pace he sets is brutal, hips meeting my ass again and again with loud slaps of skin on skin. Stuffing me full with each stroke. And I can do nothing more than hang on. Clinging to a pillow for dear life, the material barely muffling the loud cries that punch out of me each time his dick meets my lungs.

This is fucking it. I'm ruined. Never going to be able to take another man's dick in my lifetime. Not when I'm being so thoroughly molded into something for Axel alone. Words spill from my lips among the moans and whimpers. Things like 'more,' and 'harder.' At least a thousand pleases.

He doesn't touch me. I don't even touch myself, but I'm almost certain I cum while he's fucking me. One hand snakes back up to grab me by the back of the throat as Axel's steady, deep thrusts start to falter. As his already ridiculous pace increases further.

I'm not sure if it's been seconds, minutes, or days. But I'm almost certain I'm twitching with each thrust that rubs across my overstimulated nerves. Reduced to nothing more than whimpers and whines. He slows further. And the only warning I get is the tightening of his hand around the back of my neck, fingers curving towards my throat, biting into my skin. He slams his hips home one more time and

Oh.

I forgot. Forgot that the minute he pulled out a condom from that goddamned side table that I grabbed it. Grabbed it and flung it across the fucking room because I didn't want to be like dad.

Was it a terrible idea? Yes. Do I regret it? Fuck no.

But maybe, as I remain locked in place, being stuffed full with the foreign sensation of hot cum, I do choose to have a slight crisis.

I told myself I was going to stop thinking dad, but it's kind of hard not to when I'm in his room. What would dad think if he knew that his boyfriend… probably longish time boyfriend has just cum inside his son. What would he think if he knew his son wanted it to happen again and again and

"Again." The word slips out, audibly into the room. I rub my ass back against where he's still buried inside me, slowly softening. The stilted groan Axel lets out as I clench around him is… well it sure isn't better than sex, but it's close. "Again, again." My voice is high and dreamy and Axel chuckles at the pathetically whiny sound I make when he slips out of me.

"You're insatiable, aren't you, kitten?" He chuckles, giving my ass a sharp swat when I wiggle it back at him before my legs give out and I collapse to the bed, right on top of the mess I've left. On my dad's bed.

I roll to my back, immediately grabbing my shaking legs up, baring myself fully to Axel who's watching me, amusement shaping his features into something even more gorgeous. And just when I think it can't get any better, his eyes drop between my thighs and his grin vanishes. I'd worry that he, too, was about to have a crisis if not for how dark his eyes go. The way his tongue flicks over his lips as he watches the slow leak of his spend out of me.

"Holy shit."

"Again," I beg again. "Please."

"Fucking hell," Axel chuckles, lopsided smirk creeping slowly back onto his face as his gaze flicks over to the stained sheets beside me. Back over to me. A sharp gasp escapes me as he slips not one, but two fingers inside me. No extra lube, no spit. Nothing but his fucking cum as he presses those two long, long fingers deep, far deeper than I can reach with my own. "What have I gotten myself into?" He says right before he drags those digits back out, dragging over my abused nerves.

I very nearly fucking cum again.

So, dad left Sunday night and according to the calendar, would be back the following Sunday… Axel came over and fucked me Wednesday. And Thursday. And Friday. And I'm so fucking glad Axel called the school for me, spouting some bullshit about me having a terrible terrible cold.

Saturday though… I blink my eyes open at God only knows what hour it is, completely unsurprised to find myself in dad's bed. With Axel asleep next to me. And in desperate need of the bathroom. By the meager light filtering in over top the blinds, I take in Axel's sleeping face and smile.

Fuck. Have we really spent the last three days in bed fucking like a couple of horny teenagers? I mean… considering one of us is a horny teenager…

I chuckle to myself, only for it to turn into a groan as I roll onto my back, push myself upright, and every muscle in my body throbs in protest. I never thought I could overdo it… but then I've never been a part of a fuck fest like this. Thank fuck Axel sleeps like he's dead because I am not quiet as I drag myself further out of bed.

I manage to get my legs thrown over the mattress, thighs and hips protesting the entire way. And I'm left panting by the time I'm done. Axel's cum is still leaking out and the shiver that goes through me does not help my stiff muscles in the slightest. But, sucking in a deep breath, I hold it and push myself onto my feet proper.

And immediately crumple to the floor with a thump. Axel doesn't stir. Not even as I use a combination of the bed and the nightstand to claw my way back onto two legs.

Somehow—God, I don't fucking know how—I make it to the bathroom and back all on legs that tremble more than a newborn giraffe using doorframes and walls way more than I should before I finally collapse back onto the bed, scuttling up under the covers and closer to Axel's warmth.

He runs overly hot in his sleep, and despite it being summer and the air conditioner already being set too low, I snuggle right up against him so that that heat can soothe my aching muscles. Axel shifts, curling around me, slinging an arm across my middle.

"All good, kitten?" He murmurs sleepily into my hair, warm breath sending tingles down my spine to settle in my groin.

"Could be better," I whisper back, arching my hips back into the early morning wood pressing against my tailbone.

Axel's responding chuckle warms my bones as he pulls back and a hand snakes between us, fingers tracing their way down my spine, over my tailbone to circle my hole. "How so?" Axel asks just before those fingers push into me.

Were my eyes not closed, they would have rolled clean back into my skull. "You could… mmm… be inside me."

"I am, sweetheart." Axel's chuckle is barely more than a rumble.

"You know what I mean." Despite the bone dead exhaustion that's washing back over me, my voice picks up a hint of a whine.

"Lube?" Axel asks before nuzzling into my hair. As if he isn't aware of how easily he's slipping in and out as he slowly fucks me on his long, long fingers.

I spent a little while in the bathroom, letting everything slowly drip out of me… only to give up when I started missing Axel's warmth beside me… in me. And if he's still fucking me this easily. My entire body throbs. "Fuck it. Stick it in."

How much of his cum is in me at this point.

"Please," I whisper.

"Whatever you want, kitten." Axel murmurs, lips brushing against my scalp in a soft kiss before he's lining up and sinking back into me. "I'll make sure you're never empty again." And once he's fully sheathed, he curls further around me. I spend at least a couple minutes simply laying there flexing my muscles around him as his breathing slowly evens back out.

I guess I fall asleep too, because I drift back to hazy awareness, nearly on my belly, one leg hitched up, hugging a pillow, to the sensation of a dick, sliding shallowly in slow motion in and out of me, the weight one whole grown ass man atop me.

"Mmm—ahhhh… Morning."

"Afternoon, actually," Axel says against the skin of my throat before he lightly bites down. His shallow thrusts become a little deeper, his hand grips my raised thigh a little tighter. "Didn't want to wake you before my alarm went off."

"Have you been…" Another yawn as we move in tandem, me up onto my knees, thighs aching, but holding between the arm that wraps tight around me as Axel settles behind me, his cock never leaving me once. "Fucking me in my sleep?"

"Maybe," Axel purrs, right next to my ear. "Is that okay?"

"More than okay," I murmur, arching back into him. "You coulda been doing that all fuckin' week."

"Insatiable little nightmare." But the way he says it feels more of an endearment than an insult. Especially when he drops a kiss to the crook between my shoulder and neck. But then he starts moving in earnest and it's really fucking hard to think.

The alarm Axel mentioned goes off in the middle of him gently toweling me off, teasing me with featherlight fingertip touches and less than gentle kisses and nibbles as he reaches my inner thighs.

"'S that for anyway?" I ask as Axel rises from between my legs long enough to silence it before he goes right back into cleaning me out. Because holy shit is this taking forever. Doubly so because Axel's taking his grand fucking time because well…

Okay, I asked him to. It's possible to overdo it with a sex marathon. Ask me how.

"What?" Axel asks in return as his fingers slide dangerously close to my poor exhausted nerves. "The alarm?"

"No, the towel. Yes the fucking alarm."

That earns me a flex of fingers against my tender hole and a snarky, "brat." A chuckle at the whimper that spills out of me. "I set that so we'd know when your dad was getting on his plane."

And with little fanfare, the real world comes crashing down on me. With, last I checked, dad's fucking boyfriend's fingers deep in my ass. "Shit," I groan.

There's so much shit to be done… and I have apparently about six hours to do it. And Axel's still not fucking done.

"I'm beginning to think you're just being a tease now…" I mumble, throwing an arm over my eyes. There's a part of me that wants to ask for one more time, but every aching muscle in my body cringes in protest. And I'm not a complete idiot.

"So… uh. Where do we go from here?" I ask as Axel stands on the opposite side of the bed, helping me strip off the… frankly filthy sheets.

It's almost strange seeing him in clothes, but he looks up, raising a brow, pillow in between his hands. "The laundry room?"

"That's not…" I sigh. I'm not gonna fucking bother right now because I'm not even sure where I want this to go. If I even want it to go anywhere. I'm probably gonna have a sleep once dad gets back and realize I've gotten Axel out of my system.

Axel goes to put the laundry on, and I head to the living room. There, I gather the few dishes from when our hunger got to be too much, pick up the one pair of pajamas from when we were attempting to be… normal. And flip a couple of the couch cushions. All the while I can hear Axel moving around down the hall. Gathering the rest of the laundry maybe?

He walks by as I'm in the middle of thinking about vacuuming, pausing to press a kiss to my neck. "Want something to eat?"

Right on cue, my stomach lets out a loud growl.

"Taking that as a yes, sweetheart. Go grab you a proper shower while I see if we've got any food left."

"Yes, sir."

Fucking hell. That's gonna be fun to explain to dad when that inevitably slips out around him and Axel. Fuck… what if they're gonna break up after this? What if I never see Axel again?

Showers are really good for angsty teenage wallowing, you know. So that's what I do. I can't bring myself to regret anything, but this never should have happened. A good kid would tell their dad that their boyfriend cheated. No, a fucking good kid would never have fucked his dad's boyfriend in the first place.

A good kid wouldn't be hard right now thinking about how said boyfriend had them up against the wall of the shower fucking the shit out of them this time yesterday. A good kid wouldn't be jerking off and moaning said boyfriend's name.

I'm not a good kid.

My jaw aches from where I've kept it clenched the entire time I've been on my feet. And I'm pretty sure that there's nothing left to come out of me at this point. But I finish anyway, despite my body letting me know exactly how unhappy it is with my stamina. I change into new pajamas, finally abandoning Axel's clothing in favor of my own, dropping his into the pile by the washer. I move the sheets over to the dryer and toss in all of the clothing and towels, starting those before I rejoin Axel in the kitchen, chuckling at the calculus homework still sitting on the table.

And to my disappointment, Axel leaves shortly after lunch. And I wait for the sheets to be dry. Laying on my bed, staring up at the ceiling. Mostly just letting my body rest as I thumb through my phone. There's half a dozen messages from Pence and Olette consisting mainly condolences on my illness and get well soons. Hayner's range in much of the same. Until there's one about stopping by and seeing Axel's car in the drive. From there, it's one teasing message about not letting myself get fucked to death and he'd better see me on Monday. And that's it.

I can't help but wonder if the school called dad to corroborate Axel's illness excuse since he isn't my guardian(thank fuck). If I need to play up the recovering angle.

The buzzer from the dryer yanks me out of my spiraling thoughts, and I roll from my bed with a groan, knelt in the floor for a good long while before I muster up the strength to fucking walk.

And arms full of freshly laundered sheets, I walk into dad's room.

"Fucking shit," I groan, dumping the laundry onto the bed, immediately going over to the window and throwing it wide open. The room reeks of sex.

What if there's not enough time for the room to air out? I guess I just fucking pretend that I don't know what dad's talking about if he asks about it? Why would my darling innocent self ever know what sex smells like.

Yeah, that'll probably work. Hope it doesn't come to that though…

Bed remade, I go and throw myself onto the couch, scooping up a controller. And that's where dad finds me when he walks in the front door exactly at the time Axel said he would.

"Should have known I'd find you here, wasting away on the couch."

"Did all my chores though," I say with a saccharine smile, that probably wavers a little when I meet dad's eyes. And find it very fucking difficult to look at him.

"I'll run him to school, babe. You head on to work."

It's almost comical how fast my head snaps up from breakfast. Dad's dumping his dishes into the sink, grabbing his coat off the back of the chair and shrugging into it.

"Thanks," he says. And him and Axel kiss. A quick little peck on the lips that makes my nose scrunch up. I hated any affection between them I saw before… but after our time together it makes my skin crawl, so I focus back on my cocoa krispies.

Until the front door's shutting. A hand grabs my jaw, forcing me to look up. And into dangerous dark green eyes. He's pulling me from my chair, and before I can get my feet under me, bending me over the table.

It's been maybe a week since dad got back and me and Axel have been doing our usual dance around each other. Only now, when I flirt, if dad's not around, well… he doesn't exactly flirt back. But he'll touch me, featherlight on my neck or face. Or whatever skin I have on display.

And now, he's working my jeans open, tugging both them and my underwear down to my knees. A moment later a bottle of lube is set to the table next to my head and two fingers begin their slow press inside me.

"What if—" I cut off in a rasping exhale as, with a well practiced motion, Axel punches straight into my nerves.

"What if?" Axel asks with a chuckle, dragging a gasp out of me as he spreads his fingers. "What if your dad comes back in and sees you?"

I nod against the wood grain, well aware of how I clenched around him at the words. I shouldn't want my dad of all people to see me like this. But if he knew… how Axel couldn't keep his hands off of me.

Another long digit slips inside with Axel's next thrust, he pushes the trio as deep as humanly possible and then spreads them. "Hngh… A—Ax…" I think I'm fucking drooling across the kitchen table.

Fingers slip out of me, and I'm left empty and twitching as he plucks the bottle from beside me. I twist to watch him slick up his considerable length, pants barely even off.

And as he enters me, I can only think about one thing. Axel's a fucking dick. I'm not going to be able to sit down to homework, or a fucking dinner with dad without thinking about Axel now.

I'm late to school. Walking into homeroom with ten minutes to go.

I thought I'd be fine. With all the quality time me and my hand and my dildo have been getting. But fuck do I love Axel's size. Hayner gives me a knowing look as I sink into my chair, sitting just a little off kilter, plucking lightly at the front of my jeans until I'm pretty sure no one can see that I'm fucking getting hard again. At school.

It's a fight to stay focused, but I refuse to give dad the satisfaction of bitching me out about my grades slipping. Especially with the time I've spent with Axel studying. Still, though. I have to slip off into the bathroom to jerk off shortly after lunch…

So. I think it's safe to say that I didn't get Axel out of my system. Or should I say I'm not out of his?

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