He always wondered just why in the hell Axel seemed to sniff him so much when they were close, he figured it was pheromones or some other science crap so he ignored it, but thought it was cute nonetheless. His brow raised slightly as he felt the redhead rubbing his slender thigh, he figured it was just a way of the male showing his affection towards him until he felt him become increasingly closer to his rather sensitive privates. The boy was half hard now and his length strained against the boxer-briefs he was wearing which just so happened to be Axel's. He glared up at the male, mouthing for him to stop, not wanting the taxi driver to get any idea of what the male was doing to him. "I think we'll be fine. Axel won't even let anyone look at me and I don't plan on doing anything stupid." He kissed the male's cheek again, as if that somehow emphasized that they were going to be good this weekend. "An illusion?" The boy's brow raised at this man's point of view on love. He guessed it could be considered an illusion since it was technically all in people's heads, but he'd much prefer to think of his and Axel's love as something grand and wonderful, not something that was meaningless. "I guess you can view love like that and it's perfectly logical, but I'd like to think it's a little more than that." He looked up to the redhead he so adored. There was no way what he felt for the man could mean nothing, or at least he wanted to believe it didn't.