Actions

Work Header

Unusual Afterglows

Summary:

Sometimes being best friends means taking naps together.

Notes:

Extemporaneous ficlet to train myself to write again, akuroku style.

Work Text:

They're basking in their afterglow late in the afternoon, though in Twilight Town that's kinda equivocal, the eternal orange light filtering between the blinds casting shadows throughout the room. The air feels a bit damp, stale and hot still, laden with the residue of their lovemaking lingering around. Yet, none of them care. 

Fingers and legs intertwine with each other, they let their breaths settle down still too tired -and too happy- to move. Eventually though the drying on the skin becomes too uncomfortable so Axel reaches for the box of wet tissues and wipes their chests clean.

The chiming of the phone prompts Roxas to stretch over to the nightstand. It's a text. Of course.

Xi: You done?

Roxas chuckles, rolling his eyes and typing back. At the curious look of Axel, he shakes his head with a smile. Few seconds later comes a knock at their door. 

As he invites his best friend in, Roxas who was lazily lounging, grabs a handful of creased bed sheets and spreads them over Axel and himself to cover their nakedness just as Xion's head peeks out from behind the door.

"Are you two presentable?" Veiled smirk and all-knowing cunning eyes cannot hide her amusement. 

"Barely." Axel's voice is but a drowsy whisper.

Xion walks in but is suddenly halted, her face scrunched in disgust.

"Ugh. Guys, this room stinks!” Her voice chirping and Axel has his mouth already opened, words ready to leave his tongue, but Xion’s faster, a hand raised to shut him. "No, don’t want to know. Gross."

Roxas can't stop his eyes from rolling with a chuckle. He watches her stride to the window and fling it open. A pleasant breeze blows inside, gently flapping the linen curtains, carrying the smell of flowers from the garden and the distant sounds of a town restless yet at this hour of the day. 

With a yawn, Xion crawls on the bed and collapses on top of it next to the blond boy, head nestled on the same pillow that still, Roxas’s sure, oozes the smell of his sweat; yet she doesn’t seem to be bothered.

Axel moves with a grunt, slipping his long legs out of the mattress and stands. 

“Be right back. Need to change the water on the fish.” He stretches and every muscle from his neck to his lower back straightens in place and his bony backside is in full display but Roxas is too spent and pleasantly satiated to react to the inviting sight. Instead, he joins Xion’s titter, whether for the dumb line or the indecorous show.

“Put some pants on please, you degenerate!” She giggles.

“Yeah yeah” He waves a hand at them and bends to pick up some clothes.

“Hey, can you toss me mine too?” Roxas extends his arm in waiting and catches the undergarment from the redhead, not sure if he’s the right owner or not but it doesn’t matter, they’ll fit anyway. 

As Axel disappears in the hallway, Roxas slides in his pants under the sheets with acrobatic precision and finally relaxes, letting out a sigh. He can still feel some dampness between his buttocks but he’s too tired to think of showering right now and anyway a cozy soporific haze is slowly crawling through his limbs. 

Xion yawns again and it’s contagious.

“Everything okay?” He lets her snuggle closer, her eyes slowly shutting.

“Yeah. Just tired. Bit of a headache. Been studying trig all afternoon.” She mutters, a thin smirk breaking the surface. “Don’t think Isa is that good of a teacher.”

Roxas giggles. “Wasn’t you who insisted?”

“Yeah. Might have gotten too ahead of myself though.” The last words are mumbled just as her breath evens out. 

Doesn’t take long for Axel to come back and slip in bed, curling up to Roxas with arms draped around his waist, laying a kiss on his cheek, whispering in the sleeping air of the dormant room. “Do we have plans for tonight?” 

On his other side, Roxas hears Xion’s dragged, muffled voice already in the distance. “Olette was thinking of a movie night..”

Axel’s voice is a warm puff of air blowing in his ear. “Who’s gonna wake us?” 

At the threshold of sleep, Roxas mutters the last words. “Someone will.” 

And just like that, they fall asleep with the last tolls of the clock tower’s bells hanging around them and lulling them to their slumber.

 

 

 

 

-End☀️

Series this work belongs to: