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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 2
Lap Dance

Freed gulped down his drink, hoping to calm himself. He did not even watch the next dancer. He knew which door the dancers slipped through on their way to lap dances. He stared at the door, waiting, anticipating his thunder god.
When the massive man turned the corner and walked out, Freed leaped. This was really happening! After months of sitting in the dark and watching, he would get a chance to see Thor up close. His chest jolted, like being shocked with electricity with each step of the blond.
Finally, Thor stood over him, glaring down. That scar on his eye stood out, and his gaze narrowed.
"Did you request me?"
Freed felt tiny under that stare. Mutely, he nodded. He worried that maybe this annoyed Thor. Maybe he thought this was just some sick pervert. He feared seeing a sneer of disgust from this man he admired so deeply.
Instead, Thor smirked, a chuckle rumbled in his chest, and he suddenly straddled Freed. The green-haired man stiffened in shock.
"Don't be scared," he said gently, but his eyes were still predatory. "I don't bite … unless you want it."
"Oh God," Freed moaned. His groin ached, but he steeled himself back.
The blond snorted a laugh, and then Thor's hips began to move. Freed felt the friction of leather against his pants. The ache in his cock increased, burning, throbbing, wanting more.
"You can touch," Thor told him, but Freed was too enthralled to move. "Did you not want to touch? Or maybe…" Thor suddenly grabbed Freed's wrists, pinned him down, and leaned in close like a beast about to devour his prey. "Maybe you prefer to be restrained." His hips gave a sharp thrust up against Freed's crotch.
"Yes," he hissed, hardly knowing what he was doing.
Thor smirked and shook his head slightly. Freed wondered what that meant. Maybe all of Thor's clients were like this, masochists wanting to be dominated by the thunder god. Freed did not want to be just another person.
"C-Can I … touch your chest?"
An eyebrow raised in amusement. "Feeling adventurous? Go ahead."
The blond released one hand, and Freed slowly lifted it. He ran his hand over the buff pectorals, smooth and waxed. Then he traced one of the tattoos.
"You're an interesting one," the dancer muttered.
Freed gazed up hopefully. Interesting? Was Thor interested?
"You have an interesting face," Thor said. "So scared, yet so aroused!" He thrust up again hard and gyrated his hips against Freed.
"Ahhh!" Freed cringed, shuddering. He was liking this too much.
"That's a nice sound," Thor purred. His hips swirled against Freed's body.
"W-Wait!"
"You wanted a full song, right?" He pressed even harder, stroking Freed's arousal mercilessly with his crotch.
"N-No … I … sh-sh-shit!"
Freed tried to pull away, but it was too late. He felt the release in his pants, his mind blanked out, and pleasure mixed with utter mortification.
Thor backed off the instant he realized the problem. He looked worried for his customer. He realized other patrons had looked over at the green-haired man's raised voice. He glared at them, silently telling them 'Fuck off!' Then he knelt beside Freed and put a hand on his arm.
"Are you all right?"
"No!" Freed snapped.
He was humiliated. In front of this man! He yanked himself out of his chair and ran to the restroom. He could feel cum dripping with each step, and tears of shame came to his eyes.
He ran into a stall and yanked his pants down. It was a sticky mess. He held back sobs as he tried to wipe clean everything he could.
This was an issue. He knew that. He just never thought it would be a problem in public.
His beige cotton slacks were darkened where the moistness soaked through. It was way too obvious. Somehow, he would have to make it home with these ruined pants showing to the whole world that he was an idiot who came in his clothes.
He heard the restroom door open and heavy feet march in. "Greenie! You in here?"
"Oh crap," he muttered. It was Thor's voice. As if it wasn't bad enough humiliating himself in front of this god, did he really have to come and punish him more?
"Hey," he said softer, and knuckles rapped on Freed's stall. "I brought you clothes. Figured you'd need a change."
Gratitude gushed into Freed's heart. This god of thunder was actually caring for him! Slowly, he opened the door and peered out. Thor stood much taller than him. In his massive hands were neatly folded jeans and a pair of boxers.
"The jeans are prop clothes. They might be a bit big."
"And the boxers?" he asked, sniffling up tears still.
The large blond looked away, and Freed wondered if it was the lighting or if the man's cheeks really did turn pink. "They're mine. They'll definitely be too big for you, but it's better than commando, right?"
Freed's eyes widened. Thor's own underwear! It was Christmas!
"Don't look so damn happy," Thor snapped. "It was my fault. I'm just helping out a little."
Freed still grinned with excitement and took the offered clothes. He shut his stall again, gladly took off the messy cum-coated clothes, and slowly slid on Thor's boxers. Silk! They felt amazing against his skin. They were far too large, though, and began slipping down almost instantly. He pulled the jeans up. Those were almost a perfect fit, just too long in the legs. He wrapped his belt on to hold it all up, bunched up his messy pants and underwear to best hide the stains, and slowly opened the door. Thor was still there, leaning against the restroom wall, arms folded, staring in a piercing way.
"Hey, Greenie," he said, and Freed swore there was a little smile of relief on the man's face. "So, they fit? That's good."
"I'm so sorry," Freed gushed out. "I messed it up, didn't I?"
"Your cum didn't get on me. Don't worry."
"I mean, the lap dance."
"Hey, you obviously enjoyed it." One eyebrow arched in amusement at this frantic man.
"I ruined it, though. It was supposed to be…" He broke off sharply.
Thor smirked wryly. "Supposed to be what? Perfect? Magical? Wasn't it? Your dick sure thought so."
"No, that's … I mean, it's a problem. I didn't think … Oh God, I'm so sorry."
"Ah, I see." He nodded thoughtfully. "I wasn't paying attention, I guess. Your face kind of distracted me."
"My … my face?"
"Never mind," Thor grumbled.
Freed felt a leap of hope. Thor liked his face! "I've been coming to this club just to watch you," he confessed in a rush. "I never thought I'd actually get to be this close. You're … You're a god, Thor!"
The blond cringed slightly. "I'm a fuckin' stripper. Gods don't do what I do for money."
"I still … I…" Freed was so flustered, his usually eloquent mind was in a frenzy. "Can I … get more time with you?"
"You could buy another lap dance."
"I mean, outside of here."
Now, Thor's whole face went shocked. "You?"
Freed lowered his head. Really, what the hell was he asking? "I'm really not sure what I can ask for, or what I have to do. I … I'm not propositioning you," he insisted. "Just … maybe some time outside of work? Your choice. Doesn't have to be sex. Just … away from here." He desperately needed a change of scene after humiliating himself like that.
Thor considered it with a low hum. He eyed this young man up and down, debating something. Then he gave a weary sigh. "Why the hell not! I'm still working, but if you can stay until after closing, we can go somewhere. I wanna get my boxers back from you, anyway, and I have to return those jeans by the end of the week."
"Really?" Freed cried out, his eyes alight with stars.
"Sure, I know a little place that's private. We can do whatever you want."
The restroom doors burst open, and Ice Prince entered. "There you are, Thor. Jellal is searching for you. That lap dance…"
Thor cleared his throat loudly, and the raven-haired man stopped, suddenly noticing Freed standing there.
"Is there trouble?" Freed asked worriedly. "You can tell Jellal, I'm not angry."
"That's right," the blond growled at the star stripper. "Greenie here wants … more."
Ice Prince arched an eyebrow. "Not your usual type."
The hard eyes narrowed. "Do you have a problem with him, Ice Prince?"
"Nah, if you're fine with it, then I don't have to worry. Well, I've gotta go dance more. That pink bastard is working me to death again."
Thor looked back to Freed. "Gotta go, Greenie. Meet me at the bar twenty minutes after closing. Did you drive?"
"Yes, I have my car."
"Good. I walked. You can drive me home after we're done with whatever you want tonight. Oh, and you bring your own supplies."
"Supplies?"
"Handcuffs, rope, floggers, butt plugs. Just warning you now, I don't do dress-up."
"What?" Freed shrieked in mortification. "I … I said I don't want sex. Or, I don't need it."
"Whatever you do need, you provide. That's my policy."
"Just a night together," he insisted. "Just … I … I don't need that stuff."
"Whatever ya want, then. See ya." He turned and strode toward the door.
"W-Wait!" Freed cried out. When those narrow eyes stared back, he gulped dryly. "Um, I was told … uh, t-tip. Leave a tip." He pulled out his wallet. The dance had been only thirty dollars, but he knew Thor was in a financial bind. He pulled out three ten dollar bills. "See if this makes your boss happier."
Thor growled. "Fuck him. The bastard takes a percentage of my tips. You give me that much, he'll take most of it."
"Then only give him ten and keep the rest for yourself," Freed said with a sly smile.
Thor chuckled at the deviousness in this man's smirk. Ice Prince was right: this green-haired man was not his usual type, but he was damn interesting. Thor stepped back into the restroom with a sadistic glint in his eyes.
"There's a way you leave a stripper a tip, ya know."
Freed's mouth dropped. He had seen it many times in the club. Whenever Pinkie had Ice Prince dance for him, he tucked a couple dollars into his thong. He glanced down at the leather pants, knowing full well that there was nothing on underneath. If he reached in there, he chanced touching that. Still, shaking with nervous excitement, his hand reached forward.
"Nu-uh." Thor's smile was utterly predatory as he commanded, "On your knees."
Instantly, Freed dropped to his knees, not realizing just how disgusting the restroom floor might be.
"Use your mouth," Thor ordered.
Freed shuddered at the dominance of this man. He could not disobey this god of thunder. Meekly, he put the three bills into his mouth and leaned in closer. His nose pressed against the lower belly. He could smell the sweat and musk of this man, a fragrance of soap, and the tang of leather from his pants.
His eyes turned up, but that hard gaze pierced straight through him. He tried not to gasp too hard, lest the bills get sucked back into his throat. Instead, he pressed closer. His face rubbed against hard abs and leather. His chin could feel the soft lump in those pants as he tried to figure out how to angle his head to push the dollar bills into the narrow gap between flesh and fabric.
"Use your tongue, Greenie."
Freed groaned softly at the order. Yep, he was definitely submissive, probably a masochist too. His tongue slid out, but the money was in his mouth. He had to press the bills down with his tongue, tucking them away into the pants with just his mouth.
He got two in, but one fell to the floor. Freed looked at the ten dollar bill with humiliation. He began to lean over, opened his mouth, and was going to pick the bill up that way.
A hand suddenly grabbed his cheeks and roughly yanked his head up, tongue still hanging out. He sat there on his knees, panting like a dog, tongue lolling, gazing up at a man he wanted as his master.
"Nu-uh. That one's dirty. It goes to Jellal. Hand it to me."
Freed reached down, picked the bill up, and presented it like an offering to his thunder god.
"Not bad," Thor said softly, taking the money.
Curiosity and fascination shone in his eyes that turned orange in the club's red lighting. Then the gleam in Thor's eyes suddenly shattered. He pulled away with a jolt, as if lightning had struck him this time. For a moment, Thor looked confused, and Freed wondered why.
"You're used to this, aren't you?" the dancer said, almost in accusation. "Probably go to some professional Dom once a week for a scene, right?"
Breathlessly, Freed confessed, "It's my first time."
Again, the blond's eyebrows flinched as some thought disturbed him. Instead, he yanked the money out of his pants and turned away sharply. "You tip too high, idiot. Who the hell gives a hundred percent gratuity?"
"A man truly grateful," Freed answered with pure honesty.
Thor stood silently, but suddenly he stormed out without another word.
Freed stayed there on his knees for another minute, catching his breath and remembering the smell of sweat and leather. He would get to spend the night with the thunder god! It made his heart race. Plus it seemed like him asking just might get the dancer out of some trouble with Jellal. So what he asked was not annoying or overstepping his boundaries. It actually turned out to be helpful.
Freed watched the rest of the show in a daze. During a break, he took his ruined clothes out to his car so he did not have to hold them and remember his embarrassing scene. Once more, Thor came out onto the stage to dance. This time, those predatory eyes looked directly at Freed. It made the green-haired man gulp, and already he felt life returning to his cock. He definitely did not touch himself, though. No need to ruin Thor's boxers.
Although, coming in Thor's silk boxers…
Freed groaned a little at just the thought of it, and as if he could sense his partner's dirty thoughts, Thor lowered the zipper further and further. Absolutely nothing was on under those leather pants. The root of something huge teased the whole audience. Freed smiled privately. He was wearing Thor's missing underwear!
After Thor's dance, Freed did not want to watch anyone else. No one could compare, in his mind. He sat at the bar with Bob, nursing a drink to keep down his anxiety, yet not wanting to get drunk. Bob kept smiling at him, but the bar was busy. He did not speak much to the nervous man.
Finally, the show was over. Patrons left, heading home for a night of jerking off to memories of their favorite dancers. Pinkie shouted out to Bob. He was a regular, and it seemed he knew the cross-dressing bartender as well.
Finally, with the club almost empty, Bob went over to Freed. "So, the dance went well?"
"Very well." He smiled privately. "Maybe too well."
"Could it be that you're waiting for a certain someone?" he asked, simpering smugly. "I heard that you asked Thor for some … private lessons."
Freed blushed fiercely. "It's not like I wanna hire him. I would never treat Thor like some prostitute."
Bob smiled sympathetically. "Dear, these guys get men off for a living. Don't feel ashamed."
"I … I don't want that just for money."
"Oh?" he chuckled. "Are you hoping for love?"
"It's possible, right?" Freed shouted. "Maybe … maybe we can become friends, and maybe one day he could love me."
"Oh dear," Bob sighed in anguish. "Don't get your hopes up too much, sweetie. This is Thor we're talking about. He doesn't really have friends, as far as I know."
That saddened Freed. How could such an amazing and caring man not have friends? The blond had let Freed borrow his own underwear just because he felt guilty for humiliating him.
"Well, in any case." Bob slid his hand over the bar and right over to Freed. When he lifted it, the green-haired man saw a condom square hidden under those pudgy fingers.
"Bob!" he cried out.
"Thor doesn't bring those to work. I know, I've scolded him many times about it, but he keeps insisting that if his clients want something, they have to bring their own supplies. So … just to be safe."
Humiliated and afraid someone might see, Freed snatched the condom away and hid it deep within his pocket.
"I … I'm not doing it unless he really wants it also," Freed insisted.
"Of course, deary. Oh, and here comes the lucky man."
Freed jolted and looked around. Jellal was walking out with his redheaded lady hanging on his arm, a king and his queen. Behind them, looming over like a royal bodyguard, was the scar-faced blond.
"Good work, Bob," Jellal called out. "Lock up the place."
"Of course, sir," Bob said. "Evening, Miss Erza."
"Thank you for your hard work, Master Bob," the redhead said with a warm, gentle voice that surprised Freed.
"She actually sounds nice," Freed muttered after the two left out the door.
"They run a tight ship, but Miss Erza is a caring woman, and Jellal, for how strict he must be with issues of business, he's only that way because he cares for the South Pole Club as a whole."
Freed would have normally asked more about the two, except a shadow now loomed over him, and his heart pounded like a thunderstorm. Thor was wearing those same leather trousers, but this time he had on a skin-tight black shirt and a long furry coat tossed over his shoulders, arms hanging loose. He nodded silently to Bob, and then he stared down at Freed.
"Ready?"
Freed bolted to his feet. "Y-Yeah. Uh, follow me. See ya, Bob."
Bob blew him a kiss. "Have fun, lover boy!"
Next Chapter: A Cheap Motel

A/N: Fan art by Laxybutt: http://laxybutt.tumblr.com/post/126300005323/did-you-request-me-dont-be-scared-i-dont
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