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Catch the Thunder	By : Rhov Category: +. to F > Fairy Tail Views: 17785 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 14

First and Only
"Loke," Freed griped, "I really do need you to leave."
"And I said I wanna meet your boyfriend," the ginger roommate insisted. "You meet most of my girlfriends."
"Never by choice," Freed grumbled.
Loke leaned back in his bed with a smirk. "So, are you two gonna do it?"
Freed blushed brightly. That had been the plan. Just that morning, he had called Laxus, warning him again that a university dormitory was not the most private location. Laxus seemed even more insistent as he heard the panic in Freed's voice.
Loke sighed when he saw the red face. "Just keep your jizz to your side of the room, got it?"
Freed swirled around at him. "Like you're one to talk!"
There was a thumping knock, and Freed squeaked. Loke leaped out of the bed with the grace of a wild cat, and before Freed could protest, he opened the door…
… and looked way up.
"Tall," Loke muttered.
Crystalline eyes glared down. "You must be the roomie."
"Loke," the ginger grinned, thrusting a hand out. "I wanted to see who got my roomie all smitten." He glanced back to Freed. "Are you sure he's okay? He looks like he needs a rabies shot."
"Out!" Freed shouted.
Loke looked up to Laxus again. "Freed's a good friend. Don't you dare hurt him, got it? Now, I'll leave you two. Beer's in the fridge, extra condoms are in my top drawer, in case you need one for a second go."
"Shoo! Shoo!" Freed snapped.
"I'm not a cat, sheesh." Loke yanked on a coat with a fur-lined hood. "Two A.M. when the bars close, Freed. He's gone or you're both asleep. No boinking each other while I'm sleeping, either." With a wave, he left.
"Well, ain't he just a load of fucking sunshine," Laxus grumbled.
"At least you've met now," Freed sighed. "I'm sorry, I've been trying to shove him out for an hour."
"It's fine. He's not drop-dead handsome, though."
"Huh? Oh! Well, he's not bad looking," Freed said in Loke's defense, but Laxus glared down. "But he's not gay, so … totally not interested. I don't even fantasize over guys who aren't gay or bi."
Laxus glanced around the dorm room. It was smaller than he imagined, even smaller than his apartment. He wondered how two college boys could live in such confined quarters.
"I figured a spoiled rich boy like you would be used to something more … spacious," he muttered.
"Well, it took a lot of adjusting when I first moved in," Freed admitted. "That's Loke's side. Don't touch his stuff. He's really good at giving me my privacy, so I wouldn't want to be a bad roommate in return."
"Not interested in his crap," Laxus muttered. "Nice computer. That's the latest, right? I've only seen TV commercials about it."
"Yeah, um … so, I got supplies. Ah, here!" He pulled a box out from under his bed. Inside was a collection of things they had bought together, included the electro-stim butt plug from their first night. "Uh, lube, condoms … I don't know what else you'd want. How did you want to…?"
"Don't question it," Laxus warned him. "We'll warm up to it. I want to be here with you first." He walked up to Freed and held his cheek. "I want to make this feel natural. In a hotel, it's a fantasy, not part of the real world. Here, in the bed where you sleep every night, it'll be real for you. It'll be more special. You'll remember it every night before falling asleep."
"I'd remember anyway," Freed sighed, cradling his face down into Laxus' large, warm hand.
Laxus leaned over and kissed him. He was partly hoping that Freed's low moans would affect him like they always did, but Laxus really was nervous about this. That fear was making it a challenge to get aroused.
"So, how's school?" he asked, stepping away and looking around some more. He needed to calm himself.
"Uh, it's good," Freed said awkwardly.
He put the box of supplies away, leaving out only the lube and a condom to sit on his nightstand. Why was Laxus putting this off? The blond walked over to Freed's desk, and he began to drum his fingers nervously. Freed watched, surprised to see agitation in the usually implacable man.
"I'm passing all of my classes," he said, hoping that if he kept talking maybe Laxus would feel more at ease. "Midterms are coming up for the fall semester. I've been studying, mostly."
"That's good," Laxus said. He looked down at the books piled on the desk. Economic Aspects and Ethics of Business. Sounded boring as hell. His eyes drifted over the desk and eventually landed on a framed photograph sitting on the edge. "Is this your family?"
"Yep! My parents, me, the tall one with his tongue out is Bickslow, and that's my sister, Evergreen."
"You guys look like a normal family."
"I think we mostly are, when my parents aren't being assholes."
He glanced aside, barely looking at the photo, and sought out the next thing he could talk about.
Freed twisted his hands together. "So … um … you mentioned once that you lived with your grandfather while growing up. Is he still alive?"
"Somehow he manages to keep kicking."
"That's good. I've lost all of my grandparents, Mother's side to a car accident before I was born, Dad's side … well, it made the news," he said wryly. "She offed him for the money, got caught, killed herself before police could take her."
"Damn!" Laxus exclaimed. "Your family's as fucked up as mine."
"My parents are cool. They kinda do the whole rich-person thing, though: parties, charity balls, always flying around the world for conventions in their fields."
"What do they do?" Laxus asked.

They spent ten minutes talking about Freed's family while Laxus helped himself to a beer to calm his nerves. Freed told him stories about his childhood, especially the trouble he got into with his two siblings.
"And so, there we were," Freed laughed, "Evergreen pretending she's Tinkerbell and swinging from the chandeliers with fairy wings on her back, I was Peter Pan brandishing a sword—a real one I pulled off the wall, mind you—while Bickslow suddenly went sliding down the staircase on a serving platter with his arms ahead like he's the tic-toc crocodile, screaming at the top of his lungs, 'Baaaabies!' He went skidding right past the buffet table and crashed into the cake. It went splattering everywhere, and he broke his arm. We totally ruined their dinner party, but it was the craziest thing anyone had ever seen." He laughed, and Laxus smiled as he tried to imagine it.
"You three must have been an unholy terror on your parents."
"Probably," he admitted with a sheepish shrug.
"It's cute." Laxus guzzled back the last of his beer and set the bottle aside. "You had a fun childhood. I'm envious."
"Oh! Uh, sorry."
"No." Laxus leaned in close. "I can lose myself in thoughts of your past." He gave Freed a kiss. "And I keep dreaming of our future." He kissed him harder, threading his fingers through the long, green hair and giving it an erotic pull. "But what I want," he said, and he slowly pressed Freed backwards, "is right now in the present."
"Laxus," Freed said in awe.
"Sorry if I was nervous."
"I was, too."
"Better now?"
Freed nodded.
"Good. Now … make me hard."
He kissed him fiercely and pressed his body against Freed. The bed was narrow, but Laxus stayed right above him, feeling the pale skin and shifting to get limbs sorted out. Freed spread both legs around Laxus' body, leaving himself wide open to him.
"Nnngh! Laxus," Freed suddenly groaned as the thunder god brushed up against his groin.
"Oh?" Laxus smirked. "You're just raring to go, aren't you, you little slut?" He let his groin rub up against the arousal. "You're totally rock hard." Laxus thrust up against him again, and a long, drawling moan shivered out. "Damn, you really do something to me."
Laxus threw his shirt off, and Freed scrambled out of his clothes. They were breathing hard already, nervous with the anticipation of what they were about to do.
"Gentle the first time," Laxus said softly. "I don't want it to hurt … yet."
Freed chuckled at the threat at the end.
"Besides…" Laxus leaned over and whispered hotly into his ear while his fingers toyed with Freed's nipples. "If you're too loud, someone will hear you." He suddenly pinched hard.
Freed cried out and arched up, trembling at the touch.
"There are people all around this dormitory," Laxus teased sensually. "Do you want them to hear your sexy voice?"
"Nnngh … n-no," he whimpered.
"That's why I'll be gentle." Laxus leaned over and lapped at the stiffening nipple, right over where he pinched. "Gentle, so you had better be quiet."
"Y-yes, master."
"No!" Laxus loomed up instantly. "No master and slave here. Not in the real world. In the club, or in a hotel, fine, but not here." He leaned over and kissed Freed. "Here, you're not my slave." His mouth worked down his neck. "I don't want to fuck a slave. I want to make love to my boyfriend. Got it?"
"Y-yeah," Freed gasped. He suddenly felt pain on the side of his neck. "Ahhh!" The love bite was high up. There would be no way to cover it. Laxus was marking him for the whole world to see.
"Did you prepare yourself beforehand?"
"Yes, how you taught me."
"Good." Laxus licked his finger and lowered it to Freed's hole. "Keep quiet," he whispered, and he nudged the finger in.
Freed's mouth tightened, and his body arched up at the feel.
"You're so smooth inside." Laxus kissed Freed's chest and began to move down lower. "So smooth and tight."
Freed heard a rowdy group of college boys moving down the hall. He covered his mouth with both hands, trying to mute the whimpers. Of course, if anyone heard just him, they would assume he merely had a hot night with some girl. Still, it was humiliating, having sex in a place where his classmates could overhear him.
"Such restraint," Laxus chuckled. He suddenly dived down and swallowed Freed's arousal, pounding it to the back of his throat hard and fast.
Freed arched up with a loud cry. "Oh God, your mouth!"
Outside, he heard one guy laughing. "She must be a pro. Damn lucky guy!"
Laxus pulled back and gazed down. Freed looked utterly mortified, and that expression was sweet to the sadist. "Noisy bitch," he whispered playfully. "I'll have to silence you." He pulled back off of Freed's body. "Stand!"
Shaking, Freed unsteadily rose to his feet.
"Undo my pants," he ordered.
His hands were trembling, but he unthreaded the belt, lowered the zipper, and tugged the pants down to Laxus' ankles. He stepped out of them and sat on the bed.
"Kneel."
Freed practically collapsed to his knees before his thunder god. Laxus spread his legs and stroked up his arousal with a sly gleam in his eyes.
"Lick it, you cocksucker."
Freed hesitantly leaned forward. He realized, he forgot to lock the door. If someone burst in now, it would be completely obvious: two naked men, one sucking off the other. Still, he lapped up the shaft, twirled his tongue about, and lowered down, taking Laxus into his mouth.
"Yes, like that," Laxus whispered, stroking the green hair. "Oh God, you're so good. You get me so aroused, you and your slutty mouth."
Freed groaned as he sucked more, bobbing up and down.
"You're the only person in the world who does this to me," Laxus told him. "No one else. I only want or need you, Freed. I … need you. So much. Fuck you, but you made me addicted."
Freed smiled around the cock. Only him! All those clients, but none of them mattered to Laxus. They were contracts, customers, holding no emotional attachment to him. Only him!
"Shit, I need you!" He yanked Freed's head up, making his mouth pop off. "Now! Lie down."
Freed obediently laid on the bed and gazed up. Laxus reached over to the condom.
"You don't need that," Freed said quickly. "If … if you don't want to, that is."
Laxus looked down in shock. "But…"
"You're tested all the time by the club, right?" he reasoned. "You're careful with clients, and we're both virgins. If you want … y-you don't need to use it. Um, only if you want, though. If you'd rather use it, that's fine, too."
Laxus' eyes softened. "Is that what you want?"
Freed bit his lip and looked aside bashfully. He nodded as his face turned red.
Laxus set the condom packet back down. "It'll be a messy cleanup."
"That's fine," he whispered. "At least the first time, I want to feel you. Just you."
Laxus stroked back the green hair. "If that's what you want. Like this, or dog style?"
"Facing you," Freed requested. "I … wanna watch your face."
"You're always a romantic," Laxus sighed. "Hold on. Don't you dare move." He climbed off the bed, walked over to the desk, and woke up Freed's computer. "Password?"
"Uh … Raijinshuu."
"What the hell?"
"Japanese."
"Your safe word is French and your computer's password is Japanese? Are you aiming for a job with the fucking United Nations?" He typed the word in, with Freed spelling it. Laxus quickly opened up iTunes and smiled. "Awesome, you have it." He clicked on a song, and Freed heard an organ starting up. Laxus cranked the volume up.
"Oh God," Freed laughed.
Laxus turned around as drums and rocking guitars kicked in, and he began a small dance. As the lyrics began to play, he sang along to them.
"In a gadda da vida, honey. Don't you know that I love you? In a gadda da vida, baby. Don't you know that I'll always be true?"
Freed was laughing at the dance and gruff singing. Getting serenaded by In A Gadda Da Vida would probably top his list of silliest things to do during sex.
"Twice before the drum solo, right?" Laxus smirked.
"No." Freed gazed up at him adoringly. "Put it on repeat. Make it last until the song plays twice."
"That's over half an hour."
"I want it to last that long," he whispered.
"Then … one second."
Laxus went back and clicked a button to put the song on repeat. Then he went back and pounced on the bed. He grinned ferally and stroked back Freed's hair. He leaned over, kissed him firmly, and smiled.
"Gentle," he assured. "Half an hour."
"Thirty-four minutes," Freed corrected. "It's a seventeen minute song."
"Now you're being a brat." Laxus had to chuckle, though. The longer it lasted, the better. He took the bottle of lube and drizzled it copiously onto his arousal. "Ready?"
He nodded breathlessly.
"Do you need more stretching?"
"Just do it, please," Freed shuddered. They were really about to do this, and his heart was racing with fear and desire.
"Knees up."
Freed pulled his knees to his chest, exposing himself.
"Oh, won't you come with me," Laxus whispered, while Doug Ingle sang the same line. "And take my hand," he sang gently while the song rocked out the lyrics. He threaded his fingers into Freed's. He gazed down with worry and tenderness. "Oh, won't you come with me, and walk this land? Please take my hand."
"Seriously, stop singing," Freed chuckled.
"Hey, I'm tryin' to be romantic here."
"Be Laxus," Freed encouraged. "That's who I love."
Laxus' mouth dropped. "Say that again."
"I haven't yet, have I?"
"No, you haven't."
Freed caressed Laxus' cheek. "I love you."
Tears gathered in his eyes, and suddenly Laxus dived down to kiss him, hiding his overwhelmed face. His mouth stayed right over Freed's as he shifted his hips forward, slowly pressing in.
"Mmh … mmmnnngh!" Freed's hands clenched in pain, but Laxus' large fingers were there to accept the struggle. Freed felt that thick arousal opening him, slowly, patiently. Laxus refused to uncover his mouth, muting the cries. Freed trembled. He was used to the butt plug they had used, but this was wider. There was no divot that allowed him to shrink back and relax. Instead, as Laxus pressed in, it only got thicker.
"Wait, wait," he cried out.
Laxus froze. He felt like he was barely in, but he could feel those lithe hands trembling. "I'm sorry," he whispered, stroking back the green hair. "A big oaf like me as your first is probably not best."
"It's fine," Freed insisted. "Just … need to get used to it. Kiss me."
Laxus kissed his lips, his cheeks, and licked away the tears dripping from his eyes. He kissed his forehead, his hair, his ears, and back to his lips. He wanted to kiss him everywhere, if it would ease this initial pain.
"Freed?"
"A moment," he said, breathing too regularly as he tried to relax.
Out in the hallway, they heard a shout. "Awesome song, dude!"
Freed jolted. Shit, there were people all around him! "Uh, thanks," he yelled back awkwardly.
Laxus chuckled. "That's just fucking hilarious."
"What?"
"Your face. Shit, you're a comical guy." He leaned down until their noses touched. "How about we give them a better song?" He pressed more into Freed's ass, and the smaller man moaned out loudly.
Outside the door, they heard the same guy laughing. "So that's why the music is so loud. Lucky bastard."
"Yeah." Laxus' eyes glinted down to Freed with sadistic satisfaction. "Lucky bastard."
"Laxus," Freed whispered. "More."
He eased in deeper, deeper, and it was like Freed was just sucking him in now. The soft mewls under him drove him on as he gritted his teeth and pressed until he was flush up against him.
"Holy shit, that feels amazing," Laxus exclaimed softly.
"Do you … like it?" Freed asked, sweaty already.
Laxus stroked his cheek. "It's you. Of course I like it."
"I'm serious."
"So am I. You're so tight, I really don't think I can last thirty minutes. Fuck, I feel like I'd be lucky to last through the drum solo."
"Try," Freed pleaded. "Try to make it last."
Laxus was shocked, but then he chuckled with a tender smile. "Seriously, how can I resist you when you beg like that?"
He pulled back and slowly pressed in again. There was still a little pain in Freed's face, but nowhere near as bad. Then back out, and the third time thrusting in, Freed's mouth gaped with pure pleasure.
"Oh God!"
"You are seriously loud for a college dorm room."
"I don't even care anymore," he shouted.
"Heh! Fine."
Laxus thrust hard, and Freed trembled with an echoing shout.
"Okay, you are seriously loud. If some fucker knocks on that door and demands to be let in to see why you're screaming, I might kill a bitch for interrupting me."
"No! God, don't stop," he shouted even louder.
That was definitely unnaturally loud. "Freed?"
"Fuck my ass harder."
Laxus heard outside the door. "Whoa, totally gay! Must be that homo Senior with the green hair."
He smirked down at Freed. "You brilliant little pervert." Now the whole dorm would know Freed was getting some gay sex. They would definitely leave the two alone.
"They already know about me," he reasoned. "I'll let them know how good it can feel."
"Same as me and the strip club."
"Yeah, but you don't have to live with these assholes making gay jokes about you all the time."
"Fine. Then let them be jealous." Laxus slammed in fully.
"Aaaah!"
Laxus thrust in harder, again and again. "I wanna make them so hard listening to you squeal like a pig in heat…"
"Nngh … ahh … oh God!"
"… that every one of the bastards in this dorm will be fapping to your cries. Make them horny, Freed," he ordered. "Show them how good I make you feel."
"Nnngh! Oh God, so good. So … aaahn!"
"Shit, you really are a slut."
"Laxus!"
"Don't yell my name like that. I doubt these frat boys would know me, but I don't like it."
"Master!"
"Oh fuck," Laxus shuddered. He had figured it would be more romantic to do this as boyfriends, not as slave and master. However, hearing Freed call him that while thrusting into him was too much. His hips slammed in hard, suddenly pounding with urgency.
"Fuck, fuck, no, fuck!"
Despite his shouts, Laxus suddenly came. As he pulsed out, he gritted his teeth and lowered his head in deep shame.
"Laxus?" Freed took the tense face in his hands. "Laxus, turn your head up."
Laxus shuddered and shook his head. "Goddammit, I didn't want to come this soon."
"Please, look at me, master."
Laxus looked into those eyes with sorrow. Suddenly, Freed's lips were on his with eagerness and the arms squeezed him close. The blue eyes widened in surprise. He was afraid Freed might be disappointed that it ended so soon, or tease him for coming for such a silly reason. Instead, he felt Freed trembling in jolts. He realized there was something hot and wet on his stomach, and as he pulled back, he saw that Freed had cum dripping from his cock.
Freed looked exhausted but happy. "I … I never would have made it past the drum solo," he admitted, shuddering wearily.
Laxus laughed and rubbed his nose against Freed's. "You idiot."
They suddenly heard a knock on the side wall. "Is that all? Dude, I was just getting some major fap time with you two."
Freed and Laxus laughed, and both blushed slightly. "Next show is in thirty minutes," Laxus shouted over to the neighbor.
"Damn. It better be worth my blue balls."
"Che! Who the hell is that?" Laxus asked.
"Neighbor named Toby Horhorta. Maybe we should wash up before we do more."
Laxus collapsed on top of him. "Nope. Tired. I'm sleeping like this."
Freed squirmed under the weight. "Laxus, you will seriously suffocate me."
"Don't wanna pull out."
"You sound like a kid."
"Fuck you."
"A potty-mouthed kid."
"Poopy head."
Immediately, they both burst into laughs. Laxus pushed himself up and sleepily gazed down at him.
"We're both idiots, aren't we?"
Freed sighed as he looked up at the eyes that were still a little sorrowful. "It was our first time. It's not that surprising that it didn't last long. Next time, though."
"Next time," Laxus repeated, happy to think that they could share this as often as they wanted now. "Nap first."
"Cleanup first. Your cum will leak out of my ass."
"Mmmm. Let it."
"Not on these sheets, I won't! They're satin."
"You sound like a spoiled rich boy."
"I am one," Freed smirked, "but you're the one spoiling me."
"Damn you for being this romantic." He gave Freed another kiss. "My first." He sensually kissed him again. "My only." He leaned down and kissed longer, letting his tongue play around Freed's mouth.
"Mmmnnh!" Freed moaned happily at the kiss. Suddenly, his eyes widened. Laxus was still inside him, and he was quickly getting hard.
"Are you okay for more?" Laxus asked in a low whisper.
"I might not come again this soon."
"Even better." Laxus pressed in. "Damn, I can feel my cum lubing you up inside. Sorry about your sheets, but they're gonna get fucking messy." He slammed in.
"Aaaah!"
The neighbor shouted through the wall. "Hell of a recovery, bro! Fuck yeah!"
"Damn horny dog," Laxus laughed. He grinned down at Freed. "Let's give him a good encore."

Next Chapter: You Really Don't Want to Know

A/N: Again, I don't own "In A Gadda Da Vida" by Iron Butterfly. Video: http://youtu.be/UIVe-rZBcm4
If you want to listen to the audio I made, including how the scene fits in with the song, it's here: http://chirb.it/sPagpf
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