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TITLE: Ice-Cream Sundae
CHARACTERS: Roxas (blondjailbait ) and Axel (crownfire ) only
LOCATION(S): chez Axel ;D
SUMMARY: Porn porn porn pooooorn pornpornporn.
RATING: NC-17 - abandon all hope, ye who enter here!
Thunder rolled ominously overhead as Roxas stepped out of his house, his skateboard under one arm. The little blond's hair fell visibly limper as the moisture got to it. Roxas frowned, squinting up at the sky as he closed the front door to his house. His dark brown shirt seemed to blend in with the mood of the atmosphere, dark and looming in the form of thick clouds.
The boy got to the end of his driveway and set down his skateboard. It was a plain black color, the underside boring and lacking the color and life that most of his other skateboards featured on their undersides.
In a few short moments he was a few yards from Axel's house, heading up the cul-de-sac at a good pace. But he didn't pull into the driveway.
Looking around to make sure no cars were coming (and wincing when thunder rolled above him once more) he turned and began to roll towards the middle of the street. Once he was in the center of the cul-de-sac, he turned and faced Axel's house again. The boy braced himself, then shoved off as fast as he could, pumping his foot against the ground furiously to gain speed.
He rolled into Axel's driveway and stopped pushing, squatting down slightly on his board and then suddenly jumping high into the air. For a fleeting second he thought he was going to be struck by lightning, but the thought left him as his skateboard came crashing down on Axel's car, making a shrill screetching sound as it slid over the hood at an angle, scraping off the paint and leaving an ugly dent.
Roxas leapt off the car and his board right before the skateboard crashed loudly into the garage, one of its' wheels flying off. Roxas had landed in the cool dewy grass, and he sat up, smiling to himself when it dawned on him that there's no way Axel wouldn't have heard that.
It began to rain at that moment, just a slight drizzle. Roxas stood up and picked up his board, ready to head back home.
Fucking bastard'll never take off before telling him again, that's for sure.
CHARACTERS: Roxas (blondjailbait ) and Axel (crownfire ) only
LOCATION(S): chez Axel ;D
SUMMARY: Porn porn porn pooooorn pornpornporn.
RATING: NC-17 - abandon all hope, ye who enter here!
Thunder rolled ominously overhead as Roxas stepped out of his house, his skateboard under one arm. The little blond's hair fell visibly limper as the moisture got to it. Roxas frowned, squinting up at the sky as he closed the front door to his house. His dark brown shirt seemed to blend in with the mood of the atmosphere, dark and looming in the form of thick clouds.
The boy got to the end of his driveway and set down his skateboard. It was a plain black color, the underside boring and lacking the color and life that most of his other skateboards featured on their undersides.
In a few short moments he was a few yards from Axel's house, heading up the cul-de-sac at a good pace. But he didn't pull into the driveway.
Looking around to make sure no cars were coming (and wincing when thunder rolled above him once more) he turned and began to roll towards the middle of the street. Once he was in the center of the cul-de-sac, he turned and faced Axel's house again. The boy braced himself, then shoved off as fast as he could, pumping his foot against the ground furiously to gain speed.
He rolled into Axel's driveway and stopped pushing, squatting down slightly on his board and then suddenly jumping high into the air. For a fleeting second he thought he was going to be struck by lightning, but the thought left him as his skateboard came crashing down on Axel's car, making a shrill screetching sound as it slid over the hood at an angle, scraping off the paint and leaving an ugly dent.
Roxas leapt off the car and his board right before the skateboard crashed loudly into the garage, one of its' wheels flying off. Roxas had landed in the cool dewy grass, and he sat up, smiling to himself when it dawned on him that there's no way Axel wouldn't have heard that.
It began to rain at that moment, just a slight drizzle. Roxas stood up and picked up his board, ready to head back home.
Fucking bastard'll never take off before telling him again, that's for sure.