You might hold your breath Until your breathing stops forever, Forever. The only thing you'll get is this curse on your lips: I hope they taste of me forever. Lyrics from Chicago is so Two Years Ago by Fall Out Boy
Back behind the school's main building, where no one was really paying attention, Axel pinned the blond against the wall. But it wasn't in their usual fashion of reckless abandon. The redhead's face was distorted in pure rage, teeth grit.
"I can't believe you..." he spat, emphasizing words with a forceful shove into the bricks. Roxas winced. "You... little whore..."
"Axel, stop... it's not what you think..." Roxas tried, but another push into the wall and his head hit, making the world spin a little. He made a small sound at the pain, closing his eyes.
"You kissed her. You fucking kissed her... how is that not what I think?"
"They... were making fun of me..." the blond whimpered. Axel's eyes opened, and he loosened his grip on the boy's shirt, but didn't let it go.
"How so?" he asked, curiosity getting the better of him.
"They said I was a fag and that I'd never kiss a girl... but that's..."
"Roxas..." Axel's eyes softened. "I'm... sorry. Just seeing you swap spit with Olette..."
".......It wasn't that intense a kiss, red." The blond corrected.
"Whatever. It was a kiss, and you should only be kissing my lips until further notice." he grinned lopsidedly.
"Fine, you win. I forgive you."
"I swear, you just do that because you know..." he trailed off, kissing the younger blond, pinning him back against the wall, but this time it was much more pleasant.