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Thunder Rolls	By : Rhov Category: +. to F > Fairy Tail Views: 2345 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Fraxus Week 2015, Day 3: Clumsiness
What can I say: I am a sucker for happy endings.

Thunder Rolls: Part II
Freed woke to another crash. This time it was not thunder; the storm had passed and the sun was shining on droplets quivering on every leaf. This was the sound of glass, and it was instantly followed by a shout.
"Dammit!"
Freed yanked himself out of sleep and ran to the kitchen, where he saw Laxus standing in the middle of broken glass and spilled coffee.
"Are you okay?" he asked immediately.
Laxus glared at the mess. "I was just trying to make some fucking coffee, but I dropped the carafe. Dammit!"
"Don't move. You could step on glass."
Freed hurried. Laxus needed him, and he had to protect Laxus, even if it was just from cutting his foot on glass shards. He diligently swept away the shattered carafe, and then mopped up the coffee. Finally it was safe for Laxus to walk. He strode over to the table and collapsed with a grunt of frustration.
Freed pouted at seeing him in a peevish mood. "Why didn't you ask me to make it? You know I would."
"You were sleeping," Laxus grumbled. "I made you stay up late last night, so I figured I owed it to you to sleep in. Plus," he muttered, "I don't want to use you all the time."
Freed jolted and looked back around. "Use … me?" He laughed nervously. "Who said anything about that? You're not using me."
Laxus raised his eyes and looked at Freed warily. "I remember last night."
Two emotions pierced Freed at the same time. One was hopefulness that this would be a repeat of his dream. It would come true, and Laxus would want him. The other was a deep sense of dread. Laxus remembered? How much? Had he destroyed their friendship with that kiss?
Laxus dropped his head. "I'm sorry if I can't return your love."
Freed's hope shattered.
"But I sure as hell am not going to ignore those feelings. I'm flattered you feel that way. I'm not gay, but I can admire you, Freed. You're not some clumsy oaf like me. You take care of all my needs. You're loyal to a fault. You're not only strong, but you're talented. You're brilliant, well-educated, you cook fantastic food, you give the best massages, and you're the only person beside that old geezer who snaps at me when I fuck up. You're seriously the best wife a man could want."
Freed felt his cheeks burning hot at that.
"I can't promise sex and romance and shit—I just can't make myself want a male lover—but still." He looked up sadly. "I like the idea of you being here waiting for me. I want to wake up to your coffee. I want you to always be in my life. That's really greedy of me, maybe that'd only hurt you more—"
"No!" Freed shouted. "I … I want that, too. Even if it's just like this, I want it."
Laxus smiled in relief. He stood, walked over, and patted Freed on the head. "I admire your loyalty. I'd truly be lost without you, Freed."
His heart surged at hearing that.
"Any ladies out there would have a hard time proving they make a better wife than you."
His cheeks blushed again. "C-can I think of it that way? Is that appropriate?"
"Heh! Sure," shrugged Laxus.
Maybe he took it lightly, but to Freed this was better than anything. Maybe he would not get kissed in the morning, but he would wake up to Laxus' smile. He would have an honor no one else could claim: being the wife of Laxus.
"But answer me honestly. Have you ever kissed me while I was drunk before, or kissed me in my sleep?"
Freed gulped hard. "N-no! Never!"
"So that was our first kiss?"
He began to stutter in a panic.
"I wasn't kidding about you being a damn good kisser."
Freed's knees nearly collapsed under him. Did Laxus … like it?
"I can't return your feelings and give them the honor they deserve. However, if I ever get drunk like that, you're allowed to kiss me. Got it? Because for some reason, when I was drunk, kissing you was a lot of fun. I didn't mind at the time. It's awkward now, but at the time … hell, I wanted it. I goaded you into it. So if I'm drunk, it's okay."
Freed wondered about that. Okay only when drunk? Did that mean that on some subconscious level, Laxus actually did want Freed? Maybe it was his pride that stopped him.
"Now, make me coffee."
"Y-yes!" he cried out, and he hurried off. The carafe was broken, but he could make pour-over coffee. There was always a way. If it was something Laxus wanted, Freed would definitely find a way to fulfill his desires.
"Storm passed," Laxus noted dully.
Freed nodded happily as he got water boiling and ground up more coffee beans. "It's supposed to be gorgeous over the next three days."
"Is that so?" Laxus muttered.
Making breakfast, talking about the weather … maybe some people would not be satisfied with a married life like this, but Freed had a bounce to his step as he whipped together some eggs and carefully sliced some ham. By then the water was boiling, and using thick gloves he poured it carefully over the coffee. Brewing like this took patience and care, but this was something Laxus would drink, so he made sure to do it properly. Then he brought everything over to the table and set it before his thunder god.
"You forgot to make your own food," Laxus said.
"I can eat later."
"Yeah, but I wanna eat with you. Hurry up."
Freed's heart soared. Breakfast with Laxus! However, he realized Laxus was not eating, only sipping coffee and waiting for him. He cooked as quickly as he dared and decided on juice instead of coffee. Then he sat at the table with Laxus and grinned in excitement.
Laxus just smirked, while deep inside he was glad to see Freed looking happy again. After last night, how thoughtless he was, how he had kissed Freed that way, but then said something that obviously offended him, he really did fear that he would wake up and see Freed gone. He had stood over Freed's sleeping body for a long time, just looking at him, remembering that kiss, remembering how he felt at that time. Why was it that when morning came, he just could not be attracted to a man, but last night under the effects of alcohol, he had wanted Freed desperately? It made no sense. He only knew that he wanted to make Freed smile more.
"Hey, since it's going to be nice, I think I'll go camping. Camping, fishing, hiking: I haven't done that in ages."
"That sounds wonderful. I'll watch over the place while you're gone," Freed immediately offered.
"No."
Freed looked up, hurt that his duty as house-sitter was being stripped away.
Laxus smiled across the table at him. "I need someone to cook the fish I catch."
Freed blinked in amazement. "But … you only have one tent."
"We've shared a tent before."
"This is your precious vacation time."
"Camping alone is boring."
"But—"
"You're coming! That's final!" he barked.
Freed's gaping mouth slammed shut. Then he sighed and smiled to himself. Laxus was apologizing. He was going to treat Freed to a vacation for just the two of them. He did not realize that Freed already forgave him for being late last night.
"You should let Cana know you'll be out of town."
"Nah, she doesn't need to know."
"She's your girlfriend."
"No, she's someone I fuck from time to time. I don't really like that arrangement anyway. I want someone who wants no one else but me, someone who I know I can satisfy fully."
Freed nearly choked on his food. That was exactly what Laxus had said in his dream. That feeling of hope fluttered in his chest again.
Laxus looked up with a smile barely gracing his lips. "Maybe that's why I'm happier around you."
A tear came to his eye. "Laxus," he whispered in awe.
Laxus chuckled and looked down to his breakfast again. He didn't know why seeing Freed so happy made him feel warm inside, it didn't really make sense. Still, if he could keep this dark angel of his glowing with happiness, that somehow made Laxus' life feel more complete.
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