Yaoi WG - Chris x Axel RP Ch 4

Jesse met Axel in the hall. He gazed at the smaller, plump boy for a minute before swallowing his fears and ran over to him.

“Hey. Axel. About before. Look, I'm really sorry. I should've - should've said something. I did after you left but... I understand if you don't want to talk to me ever again. It's just... I really like you, Axel. I don't wanna stop being friend's just because you're fat. I talked to the other guys. I know they can be jerks... including me... but I think they feel bad too,” He softened his gaze. “We're all going out to that new Chinese restaurant on Friday. Please say you'll come.”

Jesse looked at him. He seemed upset.

“Axel? You okay?”

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Chris picked up his guitar, his precious baby, and held it tenderly. He showed his guitar more affection than he had ever shown any person. It was a Jackson V, and it had taken him two summers behind a shop counter to earn the money to buy it.

He brought it to school with him every Monday and left it there during the week, as he wouldn't have time to play most days after school. But rare precious moments like this made it all worthwhile.

He ran his hand along each fret, plucking gently, testing it out. Luckily he could tune by ear.

There was no one else in the room. There barely ever was, and even when there was, there was usually no interaction. Chris plugged in the guitar and began to play. The opening riff from Smoke on the Water, one of, in his opinion, the greatest and most well-known. He'd played it so many times it was no skill to him now.

He paused, adjusting his fingers to the correct positions for Deliver Us from Evil. Bullet. He'd been practicing for a week and almost had it perfect. A few more days and he'd feel boss.

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Axel looked at Jesse. He was having a hard time not latching on to him and crying; Chris had really upset him.

"Do you really still like me? Because I honestly just want to go die right now and you playing pretend is not helping me feel any better."

Jesse frowned and placed his hand on the tubby boy's shoulder. "I'm not pretending, I care about you."

Axel grabbed on to him, he hadn't even been close to him before but he needed someone right now.

Jesse instantly wrapped his arms around him, he was soft and warm. Axel's fat felt so nice squishing on to his thin body.

He just wanted to give the boy's ass a nice squeeze.

"I hate being so fat. It's disgusting. And trying to lose weight is even worse because I just end up eating all day and getting fatter. Then Chris... I don't know."

Jesse really hated that guy right now.

“I don't think you're disgusting...” Jesse mumbled into Axel's plump shoulder. “That Chris guy is a jerk. You should forget about him.”

-Like you're much better.

Jesse pushed that thought out of his head. Jesse knew he was good-looking - he'd been assured by plenty of comments on his Facebook page - but he even though Chris was a complete ass, he couldn't deny that he was attractive. Very attractive. And if he had his eyes on Axel... Well, who was to stop Axel for falling for him?

“Shit, I have to get to History.” Jesse remembered, as the bell rang. He let go of Axel and held him at arm’s length. “Forget Chris. He's just some weirdo loner. He'll lead you on then dump you when he gets bored. He'll never care about you. I - I care about you,” He started to walk away, calling over his shoulder. “Don't forget about Friday. The Chinese restaurant!”

His words rang behind him. Forget about Chris. He'll never care about you.

'I don't want to get into anything deep and meaningful...'

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Chris paused for a second, adjusting his fingers once again. He wanted to play something different, something not as depressing or heavy as his usual music.

He thought for a minute then plucked the first few chords to Angels and Airwave's 'Everything's Magic'. That song always made Chris feel amazing, uplifted, even if it was pretty much pop-punk.

He didn't notice Axel watching him from the doorway.

Axel couldn't help but enjoy watching Chris play, he looked so... different. He was smiling, like a real smile that brightened the room.

He slim fingers dancing across the frets and his body almost swaying to the beat.

But he also seems lonely, like he needs someone but won't admit it.

"You play well." Chris seemed to jump at his voice, it was clear he was surprised.

"I don't know what to say to you... I'm still upset but I bet you have no idea why. You're beautiful and despite your tough guy act I know you could have anyone you want. I can't and having you want to use me, makes me feel disgusting. But I can tell you're tired of being alone, maybe you never even knew what being with someone was like in the first place."

Chris let Axel's words sink in, slowly ending his riff. The boy was more intuitive than he thought.

-No one's ever put my feelings into words before.

-And still

-Why am I such a horrible person?

He sighed.

-I don't care about anyone. Friends are a waste of time, relationships are pointless. But...

-He's hurting. He was hurting before and now he's hurting even more. Obviously there's a reason he put on so much weight.

-I don't care about just anyone, but... I think I care about him more than I thought...

He lifted his guitar over his shoulders and balanced it against the wall, walking slowly over to Axel.

“Maybe I spoke to quickly. Maybe... Maybe you're right. Maybe part of me doesn't want to be alone anymore.”

-If you show weakness for a second you'll be eaten alive.

-This boy is not going to hurt you, and if you resist any more you're going to hurt him.

“I... I don't want you to feel disgusting. You're... the exact opposite of disgusting.' He drew the plump boy in close, gently stroking his plump arm fat as he spoke. 'I can't remember the last time I felt like this about someone. I don't think I ever have before. But... there's just something about you. I'm tired of pushing people away.” He wrapped his arms around Axel, his voice shaking. “I don't want you to feel disgusting. You're stunning, Axel. I - I'm s - sorry,”

He exhaled. “Consider yourself fortunate, fatass, I don't apologize very often. No... I don't just like you because you're fat. You were hot before, you're even hotter now but... there's something to you other than your looks. A lot more.”

He smiled wanly, nuzzling into Axel's chubby cheek. “I wonder if you could possibly see anything in me other than vain asshole.”

And then he couldn't think of anything else to say so he pressed his lips against Axel's and kissed him, slowly and softly, inhaling deeply as their lips met.

His hands dropped to Axel's sides, squeezing the fat that hung over the waist of his jeans, then his fingers ran over his belly, his hand slipping under his too tight t-shirt, caressing and moulding his massive, plush stomach, squeezing his curved chest and the rolls that endowed his midsection.

He held Axel tightly, fiercely pressing their bodies together, hot as he felt Axel's big, soft body crush against his.

This was the closest he had ever been to anyone.

Axel could hardly believe what was going on here, an extremely hot guy just broke down and admitted he wanted to be with him.

He even likes my fat... he wants me fatter...

Breaking the kiss Axel looked Chris in the eyes.

"I really like you Chris... but I don't know about my weight...."

Axel took a few steps back and Chris looked hurt.

"No! No, I just wanted you to see me shirtless before you made any drastic decisions" Axel blushed madly.

He lifted his tubby arms and to pull off his shirt, his huge tummy came forward and hung a bit over his jeans.

His chest was round and soft, his whole body jiggled as he dropped his shirt.

Chris gazed at Axel with lips slightly parted, still moist from the kiss. He could honestly say he had never been so turned on his life.

Axel was petite, yet at the same time so gloriously large; swathed in rolls of pillow-y white fat.

-He's hot, he's damn hot

Chris couldn't deny how sexy he looked with those fleshy arms, wide rear and tummy hanging over his jeans, how sexy it was watching it jiggle as Axel let it hang loose.

Chris broke into a smile, genuine this time.

“Babe, I couldn't fuckin' want you more,” His large hands cupped the love handles that bulged over Axel's jeans. “I'd fuck you right now if you'd let me.” He purred, suddenly forcing Axel against the wall. He started nuzzling his neck, planting kisses along his soft chest, while his hands slipped into the seat of Axel's jean's, squeezing his flabby rear.

He knelt down, face buried in the soft folds of Axel's chest, voraciously kissing his fat tummy.

“I want you...” He mumbled, voice muffled.

Axel moaned as he bit his lip, the way Chris wanted his body amazing him.

"I want you, too. I've never done this before... be gentle…!"

Axel felt Chris' hard on press into his flabby thigh. Chris ripped off his shirt and pants, standing there in only boxers.

He's so beautiful, I wish I looked more like him

Axel felt his soft love handles and pouted a bit.

“Now it's your turn~” Chris slid his fingers under the droop of Axel's tummy, fidgeting for the zip and impatiently tugging at it. He could feel Axel quivering beneath him, his fat jiggling as he shivered in anticipation.

“Are you kidding me,” He breathed excitedly, grasping at the material of Axel's pants. “Now that I've got you I'm never letting you go.” He peeled off Axel's jeans, exposing his big, soft thighs and vast rear.

He traced his fingers along one of Axel's flabby thighs, fingers dancing over the pattern of cellulite Axel had been so eager to hide. His hands grasped Axel's rear and he squeezed tightly, allowing his fingers to sink into the layer of soft padding.

He pressed Axel into the wall and himself against Axel's plush body, still kissing him furiously.

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?”

Chris felt himself shoved furiously aside, catching his balance as he stumbled and glared at his aggressor.

Jesse, face burning, stood glaring at him. He refused to look at Axel - he knew he couldn't hide his attraction to the fat boy if he saw his big body naked.

“YOURE A FUCKING MANIAC! WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? THIS IS SCHOOL! SCHOOL! IF ANYONE SAW-“

“No one's going to see.” Chris cut him off, voice dripping with malice as he pushed his face into Jesse's. “If you know what's best for you you'll piss off right now.” His voice was quiet, dangerous, and shirtless Jesse could see every muscle in his body. He knew if it came to a physical fight he didn't stand a chance.

“Axel…” He addressed him, though still refused to look at him. “This is crazy. What would happen if a teacher walked in? Look, if you guys want to fuck each other do it on your own terms, where no one can see you. It's... fucking disgusting.” He spat the last words, referring not to Axel's body but the fact he was letting Chris touch him.

Jesse kept replaying the scene in his head, Chris hands dancing across Axel's big body, thoroughly exploring every inch of his fat-

Chris had turned away, zipping his trousers back up. He lifted his shirt over his head, not breaking eye contact with Jesse as he did so.

“This time you're safe; I don't fancy a detention but if you ever touch me again or interfere I swear to God I'll kill you.”

“I'm not fucking scared of you, you fucked up Goth faggot.” Jesse hissed back.

Chris looked over to Axel who had been hurriedly forcing his clothes back on.

“You look much better naked,” Chris purred, causing Jesse to hiss.

“Blondie here's right, as much fun as this would be here, we'd be a lot more comfortable at my house. After school.” He pushed his face into Axel's. “We'll walk together.”

He kissed Axel's cheek and, making sure to shoot Jesse a dirty look, walked out of the room.

Axel looked over to Jesse, feeling incredible guilty. Jesse couldn't believe that they were just going to fuck like that in the music room.

"What was that, Axel?" Jesse sounded really hurt.

Axel pressed his arms over his large tummy and Jesse still avoided his eyes.

"He likes me, he likes my body too. And he is so much better when you get to know him..."

Jesse finally faced him, He likes your body too...

"But he's just using you! He just likes how fat you've gotten!" Axel knew that it wasn't just his body.

Walking closer to Jesse he poked himself in the gut, letting Jesse watch his flesh jiggle.

"He might like he to be fat, hell he might want me bigger but no one else likes all my disgusting fat. I gained over 100 pounds and I found someone who likes that."

Jesse watched the chubby boy leave the room, his fat ass jiggling furiously with every step, a wave of jealousy washing over him as he did so.