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Of Lightning and Long Locks	By : Rhov Category: +. to F > Fairy Tail Views: 2451 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2
Morning Routine
He needed coffee before he could deal with this shit.
"You … what?"
Nope, coffee first, then berating. Laxus groaned, feeling like such an idiot. What an embarrassment!
"You don't have a toothbrush, a comb, and now you don't have your razor. Laxus, did you pack any toiletries?"
"At least he brought deodorant," Evergreen quipped, amused by the standoff between groggy and confounded Laxus versus a morning-haired, irate, probably-didn't-sleep-a-wink-because-the-guy-he-has-a-crush-on-was-sleeping-right-beside-him Freed.
Bickslow called over from a pot of boiling water they would use for tea and coffee. "You need to go to his house before missions and pack his things."
Evergreen tittered slyly with a glance to Bickslow. "Isn't that a bit like … a husband?"
Laxus collapsed his head fully down onto his knees. Shit! It was bad enough to realize he forgot practically half of his toiletries, which he had been positive he packed in his bathroom—and probably left them on the counter. It was worse to have Freed treat him like a child. Damn, he hated that. But the absolute worst was Bickslow and Evergreen suggesting he needed a husband to sort him out.
Did they really have to say it like that?
Freed saw how mortified Laxus was, and Evergreen's comment did not help him, either. He had often gone over to Laxus' house the night before missions precisely to make sure he packed everything properly. He often fixed Laxus meals since he knew he ate poorly. He was almost always the one to care for Laxus when he came down sick. He censored some of his more garish wardrobe choices—seriously, the man had an outrageous sense of fashion when left alone—and too often he volunteered to do the grocery shopping so Laxus did not have to bother with such a mundane task.
He really was like a spouse, but it felt comfortable to be like this. He did not want Evergreen and Bickslow making their domestic arrangement suddenly awkward.
"It's fine," he said with a sigh, letting his morning crankiness slip away. "Borrow mine. But it's a straight razor."
Laxus fisted up his hands in frustration. "I can't."
"I told you, it's fine—"
"I can't fuckin' shave with a straight razor, okay? I tried once with Gramps' razor and needed Porlyusica to stitch my face together."
"Fine. Bickslow?"
Bickslow pulled out his toiletry kit and showed he also used a straight razor.
"Fuckin' hell," Laxus grumbled. "Don't tell me you use one too, Evergreen."
"No, but mine is for ladies, and you are not dulling it with that rough stubble."
Laxus leaned up and rubbed his face. "It ain't that bad. I'll just let it go for a day."
"You most certainly will not!" Freed decreed. "We are representing Fairy Tail. We will not walk around scruffy and sloppy. That simply will not do."
Dammit, it was too early in the morning for Freed's theatrics. Where was the coffee?
"I will shave you," he insisted. "I've shaved men before, so I know how to do it."
Laxus glared over through pre-coffee haze. Freed had shaved men? When? Had he worked in a fucking barbershop as a kid?
"Whatever," he grumbled. Freed had that look again; it was no use arguing.
While Laxus glared at the ground and Freed poured the boiling water over the coffee, Evergreen and Bickslow quickly signed to one another again.
'He is so totally whipped.'
'Why are these two not married yet?'
'Because they're both so stubborn.'
"Get to work on breakfast, you two," Freed said, still looking down at the coffee, but he knew his teammates too well. Silence like this meant sign language.
They ate and had coffee. Laxus felt less grouchy, and Freed eased out of sleep-deprived crankiness. Evergreen took the plates to the river to wash them and so she could shave her legs with running water. Bickslow pulled out a mirror, hung it from a tree, and began to lather his face. Morning routine started.
"Sit," Freed said, pointing to a fallen tree log they had been using. Laxus flopped down and scowled straight ahead, ignoring Freed as he arranged his supplies. "Chin up."
He lifted his head, and Freed applied a thick lather of shaving foam. Whatever he used smelled good.
"Are ya sure you know how to do this?" Laxus asked, eying the long blade.
Freed prepared his razor. "Yes, I've done it many times before."
"For a job?"
"No, for boyfriends."
Laxus jolted, but Freed managed to pull the razor away before it touched the skin.
"What are you doing? Stay still."
"Boyfriends? You've shaved boyfriends? Like, in the morning, after a night together?"
That question stung Freed to the core. He grabbed Laxus' face and forcefully held it still. "Yes, after a night together. I've slept with men, and if we're serious, sometimes they let me shave them. How is any of this a shock to you? You know I'm gay."
Yes, he knew. He had guessed almost immediately after they met, but it made no difference to him. It wasn't like Laxus was out to bang his guild mates. At some point, without questioning directly, it just somehow came up. Maybe Freed had been talking about a date, Laxus did not remember anymore, only that at some point early on in their team's beginnings, it became clear that Freed truly was into guys. It did not matter to Laxus. If the person was strong, he didn't care who that person fucked.
Laxus knew Freed dated and had a few serious boyfriends. It was not like he was incapable of love or was prudish. Bickslow had also dated many people, men and women. Evergreen liked flirting more than dating, but she at least had a few hookups. She had a very specific type of man she fell for, and her relationships up until Elfman were always brief flings. Laxus had slept around as well. He had more than once been dragged out of the bed by one of his teammates after a wild night with some random woman he met at a pub, forcefully sobered up, and tasked with continuing the journey to a client. One-night-stands were easy and physically fulfilling without all the bullshit.
He realized, it had always been Freed to drag him out of those cheap, sex-reeking hotel rooms. Freed was more than aware of his promiscuity.
So why was he jealous to hear that Freed had slept with men?
No, that would have been fine by itself. None of them were virgins, after all. (That had been declared one night over too many bottles of wine.) It was the fact that Freed had felt so close to those boyfriends, he had given them a shave. That took trust, and he hated the fact that some man—many men—had trusted Freed as much as he did.
Did Freed trust other men as much as he trusted Laxus? Was their closeness just another casual bond for Freed?
Laxus trusted absolutely no one as much as he trusted Freed, and as he felt the sharp blade glide over his face, there was no fear, no worries. He totally and utterly had faith in Freed to do a job to perfection.
Yet other men had sat there and had that razor glide over their throat with trust in him. This moment was nothing special.
That was what made Laxus jealous, and also sad. He wanted some sort of special first with Freed. Obviously, he was not his first crush, nor would he be a first lover. He would not give him a first kiss, and apparently he would not even be the first person Freed shaved.
There had to be some sort of first for them, something special.
Freed stepped back with proud satisfaction. "Done."
"Has a man ever shaved you?" Laxus blurted that out so suddenly, it caught even him by surprise.
Freed blinked a few times in shock by the question, but then his face went serious. "No offense, but you're not shaving me when you've never used a straight razor before in your life."
"Not today, but … something. A way to repay you."
"You can repay me by not being forgetful next time. Now, I need to shave before we head off. Wash up, and brush your teeth again. I brushed my teeth earlier while you were relieving nature in the woods, and I cleaned it off well. It's sitting by my gear. Be sure you put it back with my toiletries."
The toothbrush! Laxus stared at it as memories of using it, and watching Freed use it, returned.
… it's sort of like he's tongue-fucking you.
No, Freed would never do that. Freed had such a refined taste in the men he dated. They were rich, powerful, educated, important … hell, one had been a baron! In a lineup of fine caviar, Laxus was a tin can of cheap tuna. Freed would never want to taste that.
Laxus still hesitated to use the toothbrush, being careful about it, as if that toothbrush was made of crystal. His mind kept drifting. If Freed were to thrust that erudite tongue of his into his mouth … or even thrust something else into his mouth…
"Aren't you boys ready?"
He jolted at Evergreen returning from the river. He had not even heard her, he was so lost in thought.
"Almost," Freed said, focused on his mirror and swiping the razor over his cheeks with ease.
Laxus mindlessly brushed his teeth as he watched Freed. How could he shave like that? Seriously, he made it look simple. Maybe Laxus was just clumsy. No, he knew he was. He got teased about it as a kid, always running and tripping over his own feet, or getting lost around town, such a slow, clumsy, stupid kid.
Freed was pure grace. He was a pleasure just to watch. Everything about him was elegant.
"You're just sitting there sucking Freed's toothbrush. We need to go!"
Freed glanced around, and Laxus jolted. Shit, he really was just sitting there, not even moving anymore, the toothbrush crammed into his mouth, lost in thought as he gazed at Freed. He spit out the foaming toothpaste and scowled as he washed up.
Freed had felt his heart skip for a moment. Laxus sucking on his toothbrush … or sucking something else. Damn, how he'd love that!
He had to shake the mental image away. Laxus was straight, he had always slept with women … Freed knew all too well just how prolifically he enjoyed the pleasure of women. It had been an embarrassment at first to have to fetch Laxus and see him like that, then it was annoying—couldn't the guy keep it in his pants while they were on a mission?—and slowly it evolved into disappointment and emotional torture. Every woman Freed disturbed as he dragged Laxus away to sober up and hit the road, he was reminded over and over that Laxus would never want the comfort of a man.
He needed to stop plaguing himself with these shameful thoughts. Lusting after a straight man was wrong, plus Laxus was his best friend. There were boundaries, unspoken rules, and propriety. He slammed his eyes shut and purged all the perverted thoughts away.
"Ready to go?" he called out to everyone.
They put away the last of their gear and hit the road for a day of walking on their way to their mission.
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