Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction ❯ Just Another Moment ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

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Axel, Zexion, and Demyx have a study party at Demyx's house to teach the two math. Everything's a little awkward for Zexion, but he learns a couple things too, like how to play video games.

Contains coarse language and sexual content

Non Anime: Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Angst / Shounen | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.22.2007 | Pages: 6 | Words: 9.8K | Visits: 382 | Status: Completed

Finally, Friday arrived! It took damn long enough too, and as I ushered Demyx into my car, my duffel bag full of stuff already crammed into the back sit, I hopped into the driver's side, starting the car before I even closed the damn door. Demyx had to tie the buckles together because the stupid seatbelt was jammed and he was too much of a wuss to ride without one. He nagged about it being the law and all that crap. Putting the pedal to the metal and pulling out of the parking lot, Demyx's head bounced against the headrest. The guy complained about my driving, but I knew he liked it when we were out of the highway going much too fast for anyone else's preferences. I wasn't in a hurry, usually, but what was the point in going slow and driving like a grandma when I could go fast? Why else did the speedometer go as high as it did?

Rolling down the windows for some air, the early fall air whipped through my hair, making me grin. It was still warm during the day, but the evenings were getting cooler and cooler. Needless to say, with the windows down, the radio had to go up. I was shouting as I sang along, and even though Demyx didn't like the radio that loud, normally, he couldn't help but giggle as I laughed and drove with one hand. I was just that damn good. Demyx didn't live too far away from the school, though it was farther than me, and a few songs later, I was turning into the parking lot of the apartment buildings.

“So,” I shouted before killing the ignition and opening the doors I hadn't bothered to lock before, “did you talk to Zexion?” I pulled out my bag and locked the doors this time. About the only thing anyone would want to steal was inside the car and that was my parking permit. Maybe the floorboard mats if they were desperate…..

Demyx had told me briefly before he had. He was trying to tell me with hand signals during study hall, and it took most of the time to figure out what the hell he was trying to say. All I got was that Zexion was coming. The blonde had missed first period math because he slept in, part of English for the same reason, and instead of being able to talk to him going out of study hall, the damn prick of a facilitator called him over to talk about how he should spend in time in study hall instead of trying to talk to people. I was well rehearsed enough not to get caught… maybe I should try giving the guy a few pointers.

“Yeah,” Demyx answered as we trekked to his apartment and he fumbled with the key. “I talked to him at lunch about it yesterday and I called him later to confirm it and all.” I had wondered where the guy went to at lunch the other day. He let us into his pristine apartment. It was only clean because of him busting his ass the other day. I decided to let him finish explaining before I sneaked into his sister's room

“Zexion said he could come over. He wasn't sure at first, helping us—me at first but after telling him I really needed his help and all, he said it shouldn't be a problem. He was kinda surprised about staying the night though.”

Demyx made a face.

“It was like he'd never been asked to someone else's house before. It was weird.”

“The emo probably doesn't have any friends to go to their house.” Shrugging nonchalantly, I tossed my bag into the blonde's room, not caring where it landed before I turned with a nasty grin to Demyx's sister's room, about to pull it open before I was stopped.

“Axel!” Demyx complained. “Leave my sister's stuff alone. She's not here—”

“Exactly!” I smirked, fingers on the door knob anyway.

“Come on, I cleaned her room. There's nothing there of interest.”

“I could still look at her lingerie and imagine how she looks in it.” I chuckled darkly. I would have much preferred to see her fine ass wearing her cute and kinky under garments than just rifling through `em, but I wouldn't be too picky.

“Axel,” Demyx chastised in embarrassment. “Come on, Zexion should be here soon. Help me get snacks or something.” Rolling my eyes, I stopped for Demyx's sake, with every intention of sneaking a peek later anyway.

“Fine, fine. Whatcha got?” Wandering over to the counter, I rounded it to jerk open the pantry door. Eventually we had rounded up chips and sodas. Demyx didn't have much else, unless the emo wanted fruit, which he'd probably like, but this was the blonde kid's apartment, and in the blonde kid's apartment, we ate chips and drank soda, or occasionally beer, but that was only when the parentals were gone.

We didn't eat any damn fruit and chat about the fucking weather.

“So, when's the emo gonna get here already?” Having been lounging back on the couch with a bowl of chips in one arm, I was staring at the TV screen. I had actually bothered and remembered to bring my stupid notebook, so it was sitting, still closed, on the coffee table. Demyx sounded a little troubled when he spoke.

“Soon I would guess. We've only been here forty minutes.” I rolled my eyes.

“Only.” Demyx sighed from the counter in the kitchen area where he was leaning. It was completely open to the sitting room which we used as an eating area, since the table was rather small and cramped in the kitchen. Grumbling and sipping a coke, the TV went to a commercial, just as there was a knock at the door. It was so soft and timid that I had no idea it was even there until I heard a rather ungrateful voice, nearly making me spit my drink out and choke.

“He's here too?” Well speak of the devil. Wiping my mouth and looking up at Zexion, I smirked. Demyx looked relieved, hastily closing the door and playing the good host.

“Axel… he's my friend,” Demyx defended, but then looked pleading. He was such a suck up.

Zexion stared long and hard for a moment.

“I know I'm good-looking,” I smirked. “But if you stare too hard, I might think you swing that way.” Chuckling and crunching another chip, I looked back to the TV. There was an awkward silence among us, if the noise of the TV and the sound of me eating were close enough to silence. Demyx offered Zexion a drink.

“Well…. If we're going to study and learn math,” Zexion said loudly, more to make sure I was paying attention and couldn't say I didn't hear him over the TV, “then we don't need the television for distraction.” He turned it off and I glared up at him.

“I was watching that.” The commercials had just ended too. Zexion frowned. He was still in his school uniform. I was too, but only because I didn't feel like carrying around too much extra clothes. The tie hung loosely, the buttons were undone and my shirt was pulled out. Other than a little ruffled, Zexion's uniform was still as it should be. What a dork.

“If I'm coming here to teach you math, since you obviously weren't paying attention in class—”

“Obviously wasn't?” I started. That asshole had some balls to be telling me whether I was jotting down notes or drooling on my pre-cal book.

“—then don't waste my time. The TV goes off.” He softened a bit, looking to Demyx in apology. Apparently his little testosterone bursts of anger didn't last long. “Thank you for your hospitality, Demyx. But we don't need TV's or radios or anything like that on.” Sitting himself down carefully in front of the TV, he set his messenger bag down, pulling out all his crap. I could have said a thing or two about the cocky bastard's attitude, but I decided to play along for now. Setting the chips down and getting a good long gulp of coke, I set it down and belched. Demyx giggled sheepishly, then tried to cough to cover it up. He was trying to polite for the emo's sake, but he really didn't have to; Zexion just ignored my awesome twelve-point magnitude on the Richter scale belch. Boy was I feeling manly.

“Okay…. I'll review over my notes from the beginning of the year, since it hasn't been that long, so I guess we can start from there.” We had two months to cover, an entire six chapters.

“Well, I don't know about Demyx here,” I leaned forward, bored already, jerking my thumb at the blondie, “but I've got the first three chapters down pat!” Leaning back, hands behind my bushel of red hair, I grinned cockily, green eyes testing the emo. Demyx nodded. He was probably doing better in pre-calculus that I was anyway, even if it was by a tenth of a point.

“So we'll start at chapter six.” He flipped through his book to look it over and find his place in his notes. We had skipped a few chapters, obviously. Go figure why they made math to skip chapters only to learn something and go back and apply it to previous chapters. See why I failed math? I was a little interested in how Zexion would handle it though. He was usually pretty quiet and reserved, but he was also smart. If he was gonna be a pussy about it, I might as well just fail math and get a tutor. I secretly hoped the emo wouldn't fail me, only because I didn't want my precious after school hours taken up by more stupid math.

“I'll start and go over the entire chapter, so it'll be review in case someone doesn't fully understand anything. We'll work for about an hour or so and take a short break. If we have to take too long to learn this stuff, we'd do better to stretch it into tomorrow.” He looked sheepishly at Demyx. “You know… finish up tomorrow. It depends on how things go though right? So….. Chapter six….”

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I stretched and yawned.

“No more, dammit, I refuse!” I growled. Zexion sighed, but he failed to hide a small smile.

“Then we'll take a break.” He carefully marked the math book to pick up on later. Demyx had cleaned up our bowls and drinks after the first session had started. Zexion had barely touched his drink, and hadn't eaten at all. The emo just said he would get to drinking it and preferred to keep it all night or something like that. For a smart guy, he sure was weird, but I guess that's just how they are. It was darker out now, probably closer to dinner time. Oddly enough I had managed to sit still for a couple hours and pay attention. I guess part of it was the actual one-on-one time, since I had done pretty well with a tutor. I didn't really like it, and I had plenty of snide comments and disinterest, but Zexion was a pretty patient guy. Chapter six wasn't so bad, but chapter seven was so long and tedious. It made my head hurt just to think about it.

“How about a longer break?” Demyx suggested. “We can eat dinner and take some time to chill out and get back to it for awhile longer?”

Apparently this was turning out better than expected. At the mention of a longer break, I could have kissed Demyx if I weren't so straight. Standing and heading to take a leak, I voiced my opinion, not bothering to shut the door.

“Sounds good! Hey, what's for dinner, anyway?” I called as I relieved myself. Too much coke can make a guy wanna piss so bad… anyway, it took a damn long time, and I thought Demyx hadn't heard me until he finally responded. I guess he was looking around for something to make.

“Whatever we have that you guys want. Just tell me what you want, and I'll make it.” Sighing contently and finishing up, I washed my hands, since I was such a clean guy at all, and left the bathroom. Zexion had tidied up around the table and was standing near Demyx.

“I'm not much help, but I'll do what you tell me to,” said the brunette. Demyx smiled.

“Sure, but you don't have to.” That blonde guy was too damn nice sometimes. Whatever.

“I don't care as long as it's food,” I huffed, pulling out a stool to sit on as I leaned on the counter. I was hardly any good in the kitchen, so I'd just watch instead. It would save everyone a lot of trouble.

“Do you have a preference?” my friend turned to the emo at he looked through the freezer. Zexion looked almost taken aback.

“Uh…. Um…no.” Jesus Christ, it wasn't like he was being asked to marry the guy or something like that. I rolled my eyes. The way Zexion acted, you'd think he wasn't allowed to eat or choose what to eat at his house. Then again, maybe if he was freakishly and filthy rich, like Marluxia was, then he probably didn't have much a choice for what to eat; if his parents didn't force him to eat whatever snobbish food they were having, then servants probably prepared whatever food rich kids ate. Rich people were depressing. Just watching the pimp of the school, Marluxia, at lunch time could make you sick. It made you want to plaster the bastards face with everything on your lunch tray and go hungry until you got home. Marluxia was pretty rich, though he wasn't a millionaire or anything. He still had plenty of freedom, since his parents were usually pretty busy making money and all.

“Um…. How about pasta?” Demyx asked, having abandoned the fridge for the pantry, holding up a box of dried noodles. Zexion nodded timidly, glancing to me like I could provide the answers. So what Zexion was great at school work, but had no idea when it came to every day decisions? Geez, what a guy….

“As long as I can eat it, it's fine with me,” I replied, a little bored that I had to answer Zexion since his explanations of pre-calculus and trigonometric function wouldn't help him in the kitchen. This had nothing to do with pie either!

“Okay. Will you get out two pots for me? A small one and a bigger one?” There were clangs and bangs as pots were searched for and cabinet doors shutting, the gush of water as Demyx washed his hands and filled the bigger of the two. Milling about, I watched Demyx boil the water and add the noodles, cooking the sauce and adding stuff too it. Zexion watched wide-eyed.

“Never seen spaghetti before?” I teased with a grin while my stomach gurgled at me. Zexion just blinked at watched, paying me no heed. He looked like he wanted to speak, to say something about it, but refrained.

Not too much later and the delicious smell of noodles and sauce filled the air.

“Come on Demyx! I'm starving! What are you, trying to kill me over here or something!” I whined, stomach growling. We just had ice water, nothing fancy, and Demyx was saving the burger meat for lunch tomorrow, but just as soon as that pasta hit my plate, and just as soon and I scooped a ladle full of sauce onto it, it was in my mouth. I burned myself and half choked to death, but I managed not to die. Demyx just laughed and told me to slow down.

“If you didn't cook so slow, ya bastard, then stuff like this wouldn't happen! Geez,” I grouched, refilling my water glass and waiting for the damn spaghetti to cool off. Sitting and standing around the counter was better than sitting at the table, and like always, there wasn't very much to look at. Zexion was mixing his spaghetti, staring at it as Demyx, the killjoy who couldn't eat spaghetti right to save his life, was cutting his up while it steamed. Growling and staring at the stupid pasta to make it cool off faster, I twisted up a big forkful and blew on it until I thought I might pass out.

Good thing my big mouth came in handy. Triumphantly and happily eating my smothered noodles, I nodded my head at Demyx when he looked up to see what I thought of it. The blondie mighta sucked ass at some things, but he sure could cook pretty well. Then again, he usually cooked for the family anyway, so it wasn't like it was unexpected. Most people probably would have just heated up sauce and made noodles, but he actually put stuff in the damn sauce, and that's what made it so much better. Demyx grinned.

“Tell me if you like it Zexion, okay?” he asked with that happy puppy dog look he always got when he did something good and was praised for it. He was usually too modest, especially when it came to new things and he did well. What a guy.

“Sure.” The emo looked like he was scared of spaghetti! It was pretty funny though. I couldn't help but grin, my mouth full and swallowing as he poked at it.

“Hey, emo-boy, it's gonna get cold if you don't eat it!” I chastised, jabbing my fork at Zexion's plate in indication, just in case he didn't catch what I was taking about. Frowning a little bit at my name for him, he poked the noodles again. What was he waiting for, the damn spaghetti to crawl onto his fork for him?

Or maybe if he was rich out his ass he was too good to feed himself his own damn food. Maybe he had servants cutting his food and feeding it to him.

“Do I gotta feed you the damn spaghetti myself, or what?” I growled, tired of watching him poke at his food while I helped myself to seconds.

“Hey Axel, take it easy. Maybe he doesn't like spaghetti? Do you like spaghetti, Zexion?” Demyx asked, all worried and defensive of the emo. I rolled my eyes and gave an exaggerated sigh.

“What? No… spaghetti's fine, I was just thinking of something that's all. Sorry,” Zexion apologized hesitatingly, and it made me wanna slap him in the back of his damn head or something. Jesus Christ, like anyone made that big a deal about spaghetti! It probably wasn't good enough for him or something. Stirring up my pasta and sauce, I started on my seconds while the emo awkwardly fixed some on his fork and ate. Once he realized it wouldn't kill him, he dug in, still kinda shy that we were watching, I guess.

“It's good!” He smiled faintly, reassuring Demyx. Maybe Zexion thought whatever Demyx cooked would be horrible? Maybe he never had spaghetti like this before? Don't know, don't care.

Anyway, Demyx did most of the talking, while I did most of the eating. Zexion only had his one serving and said he was full, though he was probably only being polite by eating his first serving and trying not to so blatantly reject the rest of it by saying shit like that. Whatever. Demyx didn't notice, and I didn't care, since it meant more for me. I finished what was left, which actually wasn't a helluva lot, and of with my damned screwed up luck, I ended up with half my last serving in my lap.

“Dammit!” I half shouted. It wasn't like it was wasted; I put the spaghetti back on my plate, but now my fucking shirt was stained like all hell. Demyx was laughing. What a bastard. Grumbling and growling, I knocked my stool over as I stood up and away from the counter. It was damn hot too.

“Fucker! Get me a towel or something. Damn.” Zexion was just sitting there, staring, before looking at his plate. Finally my stupid friend brought me a fucking wet rag and some Windex, wiping and blotting at the stain.

“Take off and I'll clean it,” he chuckled. Smacking him the head, he half avoided it, even though it wasn't that hard anyway. What a bitch. Sighing heavily and pulling off my tie, I unbuttoned my shirt, wiping my hands on my pants since a couple buttons were still sticky. Handing the white school shirt over to Demyx, he had cleared his plate and Zexion's, washing them off in the sink and setting them to dry so he had room on the counter to work on my shirt. Sighing and picking up the stool, a bit peeved but not really angry, I leaned against the counter instead to finish my food, just in case it tried to attack me again. Focused intently on the heavenly noodles, it took me until I was done to feel like I was being watched, and I was. My emerald green eyes looked up to catch Zexion watching me, and his gaze flickered to a nonchalant look before I could see and decipher what other look he was wearing. It was a little creepy, but he looked down to my plate, at me again, and then watched Demyx. I guess I was the source of entertainment for awhile, but since I was done, the blonde's scrubbing was. It was boring as hell to watch, but he did a damn good job.

So, we had dinner and cleaned up and we got back to math. Maybe it was just me, but the rest of the chapter went by pretty smoothly and easily. I guess if I really did pay attention and apply myself, I could get more out of it, but learning at school was so utterly boring. Besides, if I went to sleep or drew pictures on my desk, no one stopped me. Zexion was a pretty good teacher, but something seemed a bit different this time too, like he was too damn shy to talk to me now or something. Go figure. He was emo, so I guess he doesn't need a reason. God I hoped he wasn't in an emo mood right now and about to cry and cut his wrist or something. He kinda looked like he might. Well, after another good hour or hour and a half, we finished up the chapter, and decided we'd spend the rest of the night just hanging out. It was still early, especially for a Friday night.

So we played video games for awhile. Zexion was content to just watch, but after awhile, I don't know why, but it was bugging me. I kept kinda glaring over my shoulder at him. I mean, he's a guy. Rich or not, how could he be deprived of video games? Well I guess I'd teach him them. I was the best after all. Demyx kicked my ass a couple of times, but I still totally owned him.

“Here,” I said, almost growling as he I turned around after getting beat because my mind was worrying about Zexion not playing, and I grabbed the emo by his skinny wrist.

“What?” I dragged him off Demyx's bed to the floor where I was sitting, jamming the controller in his hand. The blondie looked a bit worried, but he was kinda worried about Zexion not playing either—I could tell, and he always worried about shit like that anyway.

“Since you're book smart and not everything-else-smart like normal guys are, I'm gonna teach you how to play video games,” I stated matter-of-factly. Geez did he put up a fight about the whole damn thing too! It was like he was allergic to them or something!

“No, it's okay, I don't want to play.”

“You're playing the damn game, got it, and I'll teach you too! It'll be painless until you make a big ass fuss about it; then I might have to break a few fingers.” My eyes gleamed ad I smirked, but I was only kidding.

“N-no, I can just watch. It's okay. You're having fun right?” I stood on my knees behind Zexion, sighing loudly and grabbing his hands in mine. Looked like I'd have to teach him from square one.

“Look dammit, the round has started! You're gonna get your ass kicked by a wimp like Demyx—”

“Hey! Don't make me beat you even worse, even if it is Zexion,” Demyx muttered in defense.

“Here….” I was grinning, concentrating more on the fight that really teaching Zexion anything. “Hey! Are you paying attention?” I was jerking Zexion's hands around while I played, tapping the buttons and probably causing more harm to Zexion. It was just one of those things where you get so wrapped up in it you forget what's going on. So by the time the round was over, I was pressed against Zexion's back, staring avidly at the TV, the controller back in my hands.

“Here, let's try this again. Demyx!” I growled the name. “Go easier on him okay?” Demyx just laughed and giggled.

“I'm not gonna just stand there and let you beat me up. Sorry Zexion.” We started another round and I sat behind and beside Zexion, putting the controller back in his hand.

“Yeah, hold it like this. Okay now press a button and see what happens. Good. Try a different one. Okay, those are two different attacks, but if you do two of `em together—” I was showing Zexion how to use the damn controller and do a combo. I pressed two of the buttons. “BAM! Combo attack. Got it? Okay now, try some of the other buttons.” Demyx sat there looking kinda bored, and he kept making his character jump and stuff. At least he wasn't attacking.

“Okay. Right, use the analog stick to move.” Dark blue eyes kept glancing from his hands and the controller to the screen. At least he wasn't putting up a fight anymore. “No! Just keep looking at the screen. Let your fingers do all the work on their own. You don't need to look at `em.” But Zexion kept looking down at his hands until I finally just took his head and forced it up.

“Here. Keep fighting him now.” He grinned slyly. “Demyx! If you kick his ass too bad then I'll make sure you have a handicap in the next rounds!” Demyx just snorted and giggled.

“Okay, okay.” For a minute, Zexion didn't do anything, but when he got a little more into it, it was hilarious to watch! I was laughing my ass by the end, nearly crying with tears and washing off my make up. Oh well, it was bound to come of some time.

Zexion still looked timid, but he frowned, bull headed enough to keep trying until he got better. I tried to give him some pointers while he was playing, but eventually he was concentrating so hard that he didn't hear me, and when I had to practically hit him and do it for him, he just snapped at me. It really was damn funny. I thought I might strangle the emo's ass for talking back at me like that, but it was all good. He still lost every single round, but at least he was getting in some hits. Finally, I took Demyx's controller with a smirk.

“Fine! If you won't listen to me, then I'll kick your sorry ass myself!” Confident enough to gloat early, I did do a pretty bad number or two on him, but he just frowned, didn't say anything or complain. In fact, the blondie was complaining for him.

“Axel! I went easy on him, and look at you! You're not even giving him a chance to hit back!” Demyx whined. I scoffed.

“It's his own damn fault! If he'd listen to me, then I wouldn't have had to beat him so bad.” Putting down the controller I grinned.

I hadn't really thought about it, but Zexion had taught me math, and I was teaching him how to play video games. It was really weird, but it was kinda fun too.

“Hey, Dem, I'm gonna take a shower okay?” I wiped a hand over my slightly smudged make up. Demyx nodded.

“Sure. There should be enough clean towels for everyone. Just remember to put the mat on the floor this time?” Grinning sheepishly I chuckled.

“Yeah, I will.” The last time I was at Demyx house, I had been sneaking a few drinks and I completely forgot the bath mat was hanging over the side of the tub, so I when I showered and didn't put the curtain in the tub, it got soaking wet. So I left the two to play some more video games and stepped into the bathroom across from Demyx's room with my stuff. It was pretty small, but it was all nice and clean only now the toilet seat was still up because I never put it down. The first damn thing I did was make sure the fucking mat was on the floor and the curtain was in the damn tub before turning on the water to warm up. Stepping out of my pants and kicking them aside, I'd have to remember them. I'd forgotten some of my clothes that way, but Demyx always brought `em back. Well, it's not like I need to say too much about my shower, other than the fact that I was in and out pretty quick, but it's not like I showered like a damn girl, although if it was Demyx's sister, she could take all the time in the fucking world and I wouldn't care.

So I got my make up off, and let me tell you, make up can be a bitch and a half to get off. Whenever you want it to come off, it never does. Well, I had just stepped out when I realized I had forgotten my damn clothes. Figures. I do that sometimes too, since I can be pretty absent-minded sometimes, but whatever. The room was one big step away. So I toweled off and all and my hair was sticking up in about a thousand directions until I brushed, and then it was only sorta sticking up in about a hundred directions now. Then I cleaned up all nice and all and had my stuff in my hands and since Demyx's parents weren't home I didn't care about walking around naked. You know, if his parents were home and all I'd have some kind of damn modesty about it, but they weren't so I didn't give a rat's ass. Demyx just sighed and looked away. He was used to my shamelessness, but man did Zexion blush! He took one look at turned beet red! He was in gym with me, so it wasn't like hedidn't see mostly naked guys all the time.

I grinned and stood there in all my glory, hands on my hips.

“Like what ya see, emo-boy?” I laughed, and he hid his face. Knowing him, he'd probably never even seen himself naked! What a loser.

“Just get dressed, Axel. No one wants to look at you naked,” Demyx rolled his eyes.

“I bet your sister does!” I grinned. Demyx blanched slightly, then laughed his damn head off. I frowned.

“Hey, in case you haven't looked yet, I'm pretty well endowed here! I am a looker. And I do take care of my body, Demyx. Just `cause you don't have enough prick to jerk off to doesn't mean I'm not a fucking God.” I flexed my muscles. I wasn't a body builder or anything, but I still had room to show off. Demyx couldn't really show off as much as I could, but he still had some muscle. I wonder if stick-boy emo kid had anything to show. If he was rich he probably didn't. The rich kids pampered themselves and bathed in milk and all that to keep up their pretty looks. At least Marluxia did, but he was always boasting about some stupid shit.

Still grinning, I took my dear sweet time getting dressed.

“Do you want to shower Zexion?” I heard Demyx asked, and I guess he did, since he was gone by the time I turned around when I was finished pulling on my boxers and socks. It's not like I slept in anything else. Demyx had started a new RPG game for Zexion, and it looked like he hadn't gotten far at all. Saving him where he was, he could play later if he wanted. I flicked the TV on instead, turning off the game and lounging back on Demyx's bed to find something interesting to watch. Eventually I settled on one of those how-to channels that shows you how to make or do whole kinds of stuff. Demyx started talking about math and the day and how Zexion was pretty nice but kinda weird and all that and I wasn't really paying any attention at all, myself. Let me tell you, it was at least one whole fucking hour before Zexion came out, all pink from the hot water, his hair brushed back and damp, wearing a T-shirt and jeans.

He looked kinda weird in just normal clothes, since I'd only seen him in his school uniform and his gym clothes. I smirked when I teased him.

“Took long enough, princess.” Don't tell me he was having an emo moment and was trying to drown himself—then again if he didn't know how to play video games, he might not know enough to look into the shower head and inhale if he wanted to drown. Or maybe he didn't know how to work the shower. Maybe he was like those rich pricks, like Marluxia, who took for fucking ever to bathe and make sure they were all scrubbed down and shit.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, looking a bit timid before decided to sit on the floor against the bed.

“It's okay. Hopefully there's still hot water, but I'm going to shower. I'll be back!” Demyx announced, and he too was gone. It was getting later, so we'd probably just watch TV until we fell asleep or something. Demyx always gave me the bed, so I had no idea where he'd stick Zexion. Maybe the blondie would give him the sleeping bag and sleep on the couch? I had no idea when his parents or fine assed sister would get home, but I expected it wouldn't be until afternoon or maybe evening, so it wasn't like we had to be up and out of the house by a certain time. Usually I kidnapped Demyx and maybe his fine assed sister and take them somewhere for the afternoon, since there wasn't too much else to do. But anyway, I had made myself all comfortable on the bed and all and I started flipping through the channels `cause whatever the hell had been on wasn't any good anymore, and Zexion didn't protest so I guess he didn't care what he watched or else he agreed with me on the fact the last show was boring.

When low and behold, I stumbled on the jack pot! Demyx had satellite TV, so a lot of times the picture wasn't really clear, and sometimes the channels crossed and all that, but every now and then, we got a really good picture, and this case it was a porn channel. There was this woman dancing all sexy and totally naked, and damn did she have some nice knockers. Grinning, I sat back to watch, and did you think I gave a flying fuck if emo-boy was too modest to watch? Hell no. So I turned up the volume and watched the chick practically orgasm off the pole and they were giving her profile or something, like advertisements for prostitutes and it went to a clip of her being shagged and it was all messy and explicit, unlike some commercials where they blocked out all the good parts. Well, it stated getting pretty damn hot, and they showed a good damn bit of each woman—they showed all of each woman, in bikinis, having sex on beaches or beside a pool or in the shower, and these chicks were total babes. A lot of times you get some ugly bitches that have pumped up breasts just to make guys want `em, and even through a ton of make-up they look horrible. But not these pussy dolls.

Demyx didn't like watching porn, though I knew he did it when he was by himself. Maybe the thought of getting horny in front of someone else, especially another guy, made him feel gay or something, but I'd be damned if I didn't end up jacking off in front of someone. I wouldn't do it just anywhere, nah, but Demyx's room was okay. So while Demyx was showering I was getting pretty horny seeing these jugs bouncing and the curves of these women's thighs and all, and I didn't hesitate to start touching myself. As long as I didn't get it all over the bed I guess I was okay. Damn was I hard too…. But it was a good start to the weekend, I'll say. Shit, and after working so hard on math, this was one hell of a treat. There must be a God, and as long as the channel didn't blur out and switch over, then I knew for sure there was a damn God somewhere.

I don't know about Zexion; maybe these kinds of women weren't his type, or maybe he just wasn't as vocal, since he stayed pretty quiet, but I was groaning and grunt in hot pleasure as I jacked off on the bed, shoving the blanket aside so I had room to get myself off while these two chicks started fucking his one guy, then each other. If I ever got a hold of a woman like that she'd never leave me; if she thought the guys on the TV had good sized dicks, then I was a fucking God. I was convinced enough already I was one. Fuck, by the time Demyx got out of the shower, blushing from the top of his head down to his shoulders, I was fisting myself pretty damn hard but when I came I could have passed out. I wasn't about to hold myself back just because the damn blondie chose the worst moment to came in. Panting and kinda trembling when I was spent, I didn't want to move. It felt too damn good to move, but I needed to clean up. Besides, it was kinda embarrassing to have someone staring at you right after you released a load all over your belly.

I know sure as hell Zexion wasn't sleeping, but when I stood, still sorta dripping, I could see he was a pretty horny bastard too. I grinned wolfishly.

“Hey, Zexion, you can come to the bathroom, if you're not much of a voyeur.” I chuckled darkly. “But don't let my cleaning my mess up stop you either. I know I'm a fucking sexy beast, so stare all you want.” Patting Demyx on the shoulder as I passed him on the way to the bathroom, I was in the middle of wiping myself off when Zexion stumbled in. He leaned against the doorway, damp hair back down around his face, and just stood and watched me blushing a little bit, but he still had that hazy lustful look in his eyes and his package was still pretty tight in his pants too. I'm not one to stare at guys' crotches or anything, but it was noticeable. So I took my time since I was still a little horny thinking about the women, and I could hear Demyx had turned the volume down and probably changed the channel, and when I finally went to leave, Zexion was still leaning against the wall by the door, only now he was feeling himself up through his pants. I half wondered if he knew how to jack off too, and if I'd have to teach his emo ass something else. I smirked when thought about him being so rich he had servants to do it for him. What a guy. I at least closed the door for him.