Thrills
It was dark in the storage closet, and out of the way. Most likely no one would be around any time soon. Most likely, but—
Roxas let out a low moan, hands clutching at a shelf for support.
"Shh!" Axel hissed, clamping a hand over his mouth from behind. Roxas shuddered in response, suppressing any further noises. Instead, the sounds of their panting filled the confined space, punctuated by the soft slap of bodies joining. It was hot, the air growing stale in the enclosed space, and sweat made what clothing they still wore cling and stick to their skin. A thrill of excitement ran through them both at what they were doing, just a few doors down from their coworkers.
Voices approaching in the hallway made it even better, with the threat of being caught so close. Axel's hand had wandered elsewhere, stimulating instead of suppressing, and Roxas' breath stuttered. A gasp from the blond, and Axel couldn't stop his own voice from coming out in a growl.
They were still gasping for air when light flooded the little supply closet, Roxas' pants pooled at his feet, and Axel's halfway down his ass. The world stopped spinning for a minute, the two lovers literally caught with their pants down, and their supervisor blinking and turning red as his mind processed what he was seeing.
The man sputtered, paused. Then bellowed, "Out! Both of you, out!" Axel's laugh came first, but it spread to Roxas like fire as they hastily pulled their clothing back into place. "Don't even bother going back to work, you're fired!"
They were both still laughing as they walked through the sliding doors and onto the sidewalk outside. "Did you see his face!?" Axel cackled.
Roxas grinned. "I bet he never saw such a literal realization of closeted gays."
Axel snorted, and then grew serious. "I've never had such hot sex before. That was pretty thrilling, you know?"
Roxas shoved the redhead. "I should've known you were an exhibitionist."
Axel chuckled darkly and leaned down with a leer. "I'm a voyeur, too." Roxas hummed in appreciation.