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Catch the Thunder	By : Rhov Category: +. to F > Fairy Tail Views: 17789 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 25

In Front of Everyone
Laxus stepped out from the back and glanced around. He saw Loke, Gray, and Natsu still sitting by the bar. The crowd had thinned only a little since the band was done and some new band was setting up.
Gray noticed Laxus first and gave a brief wave. Laxus headed straight over to them.
"'Sup Gray. Been a while."
"Sure has," his former coworker smiled, bumping a fist against Laxus' massive knuckles. "You guys are staying?"
Laxus gave a casual shrug. "Yeah, I decided I should join you guys for at least one or two rounds."
"Oh," Gray said in confusion. "I figured you two would want to … head off." His arched eyebrow showed precisely what he meant.
Laxus smirked at the lewd assumption. "We've got time. Loke," he nodded in greeting. "I hope Freed wasn't too annoying for you."
The ginger pushed his glasses up his nose and glared slightly. "He was a mess after you left. You have some balls coming back just as he's sorting out his life."
Laxus' mouth opened in shock at the attack, but he had no clue what to say. He probably should have realized that there would be people who felt mad at him for breaking Freed's heart.
"Or … that's what I should say," Loke chuckled, playfully amused to have stumped a man like Laxus. "Freed kept real hush about it, but I could tell that you must've left for some damn good reasons. So long as whatever shit you're in doesn't get him arrested or hurt, I'm just glad to see him smiling again."
Laxus sighed in relief. He was afraid the awkwardness might have ruined everything he had planned. "Well, thanks. Who's the pinkie here?"
Gray wrapped an arm around him, and the smaller boy wearing a scarf instantly snuggled into him. "This is Natsu."
"You worked with Gray, right?" the youngest of them all asked suspiciously. "You're not here to drag him back, are you? I won't let you!" he shouted protectively.
Gray pressed a hand onto Natsu's chest. "I told you, no one can make me go back anymore."
"Don't worry," Laxus said in understanding. "I quit that hellhole back in December." He wondered if Freed ever felt this strongly against Laxus returning to the South Pole Club. Not like he had any desire to return … ever! Natsu looked like the possessive type, considering the way he clutched at Gray and glared at Laxus as if to say Back off, he's mine!
"Workmates?" Loke asked. "You know Gray?"
"Yeah, we worked together for the past … what, two years? Three?"
Gray rolled his eyes. "Felt like forever."
"What sort of job did you—?"
"Hey," Laxus blurted out over Loke's question. "Let's get a booth. Five is enough to request one in this joint. Kinana!"
A waitress came up to him. "Well, well! Look who showed his face after half a year."
"A hell of a year. I'll have to tell you about it later. Get us a booth."
"You're still bossy," she scoffed.
"But I ain't your boss no more."
"That's a shame, too. The boss now," she admitted quietly, "is a middle-aged lecher. I don't dare wear the blouses I used to because he stares at my breasts all the time."
Another waitress slipped up beside her. "Talking about my dad?"
Kinana yelped. "Cana!"
"He's a jerk, but he's harmless." She turned to the four men, and her dark eyes lingered on the blond. "You, I remember. Laxus, right?" She eyed him up and down. "I thought that was your sexy ass that walked through the door."
"Cana," he said coldly. "Still trying to drink your daddy out of business?"
"Fuck him. What can I get you? The usual?"
"I don't aim on getting drunk tonight. Only a pint of Newcastle and a booth."
"Gotta have five in a party for…"
"My boyfriend is powdering his pecker. Get me a fucking booth," he glared.
"Damn," she frowned. "So that's how you swing. I always wondered why you never took up my offers."
"It sure wasn't because I have too much respect for you," he teased lightly.
She slammed a finger into his chest and leaned in at him. "You ain't my boss anymore, Laxus. So I can say fuck you and spit in your drink if I want."
"Do that, and I'll tell your daddy about that time with Bacchus."
Her eyes narrowed, and she swept away in a fury.
"You used to work here?" Gray asked.
"My grandfather used to run the Fairy Tail Pub," Laxus told him. "I was supposed to take over for him, but … things happened. Gildarts runs it now." They saw a wave from Cana, and their group shifted through the crowd to a booth where they settled in.
"So, what do you do now?" Gray asked curiously.
Laxus chuckled at how his life had changed, once the son of a man who ran a pub as a family business, then odd jobs, drifting from place to place, then as a strip dancer and professional Dom, and now … "I'm an electrician."
Gray stared, waiting for some sort of punchline, and when none came he exclaimed, "Get out!"
"And part time bouncer," Laxus confessed, "and part time … other stuff."
Loke took his eyes off of Cana's round rump long enough to look over. "Other stuff? That sounds shady."
Oh, if only he knew! "You could say I found my calling … if I still have that job," he muttered.
"Because you took off, huh?" Gray asked.
"Unavoidable," Laxus said curtly. Cana set his beer down and he muttered thanks. "I'm just glad my business in Europe didn't last as long as I was afraid it would."
"What was that about anyway?" asked Gray. "Or can you not say?"
"Family issues. That's as much as I can tell you." As if he could confess that he had left with every intention of murdering his nefarious father!
Natsu looked around. "Where'd Freed go? It sure is taking him a while just to use the bathroom. Maybe he's sick."
"He's not sick," Laxus said sharply.
Gray's eyes gleamed, and he smirked silently. Laxus saw the look.
"You got something to say, Gray?"
"Nah," he said passively.
Just then, the new band started up, and Loke and Natsu's attention shifted as the singer with piercings all over his face introduced themselves. Iron Dragon Slayer? It sounded like a really bizarre crossover between Iron Maiden, Imagine Dragons, and Slayer. Gray took that opportunity to lean across the table to Laxus.
"I just have an idea of what you and that Greenie kid are planning to do."
Laxus stared with a completely passive poker face. "I don't know what you're—"
"I've made Natsu do it," he interrupted.
Laxus arched an eyebrow. "Oh really?" he said in amusement.
"Crowded bar, loud music. Perfect setting. I was never into hardcore shit like you, not until I met him," Gray said softly, glancing at the boy with bright pink hair. "You're really sadistic, making Freed do it in front of us."
"He wants it."
"They always do," Gray mused.
"Do you want to as well, with Natsu?"
"Nah. We learned the hard way, he's … pretty damn vocal. Let's just say there are a few bars in town that we can't enter anymore."
Natsu's attention was pulled back. He leaned up into Gray's ear. "You're not telling him about … that, are you?"
"Of course not," Gray assured him. "Get us some beer nuts and pretzels, okay?"
"Sure," he grinned, and Natsu slid out of the booth.
Loke was chatting with Cana and trying to get her phone number—so much for being monogamous for two weeks—so Laxus and Gray could talk more.
"How do you silence Freed?" Gray asked in professional curiosity.
"I don't even own a ball gag, to be honest. He's not loud to begin with … unless he wants to be." He remembered how Freed had moaned with earnestness in the dorm their first time, wanting his neighbors to hear how good gay sex could be as a way to get back at them for teasing him about his homosexuality.
"But I mean, in public."
"We've never done this."
Gray looked stunned. "Tonight's a first for you two?" he asked, and Laxus nodded. "Now I feel like I have to do something to Natsu just to celebrate. Tell ya what? Don't pay attention to my boyfriend and I won't pay attention to yours."
Laxus' devious smile widened. "I want you to pay attention."
Gray laughed softly and shook his head. "Damn, I don't think I could do what you do." He looked up just as both Natsu and Freed were heading back at about the same time. The two submissive boyfriends met and chatted together. "Look at them. Pinkie and Greenie. Remember when we used to complain about them?"
"I never complained."
"I guess not. You complained about the club lifestyle, but never about Greenie. Look at him! Blushing already. What do you have him wearing?"
"Rubber and a ring," Laxus said laconically.
"That's it?"
"Hey, I just got off a plane from Greece. Like I had time to plan this!"
"Well, good luck with him."
"Yeah…" Laxus pouted. "I really hope this isn't a bad idea, me just getting back and all."
"If he agreed to this, you're definitely good. He probably wants it way more than you do, so don't disappoint him." Just then, Natsu arrived with bowls of sweet-glazed peanuts and mini pretzels, happy to show Gray that he fetched them. Gray gave a pat on the pink head that looked a little too much like pet-play to go unnoticed by Laxus. He wondered what Natsu was hiding under that white scarf. A collar?
Slower, Freed followed, twisting his hands in front of him. Laxus gazed hard at him with a pleased smile. Those nervous hands were positioned right there to hide the erection growing from the tightness of the cock ring, yet Laxus still noticed the tenting in the trousers.
"I'm … back," Freed said timidly.
Laxus stood and motioned for Freed to slide into the inside of the booth, that way he was closer to the wall and less visible to the crowd. Freed moved his long hair aside and slid over. Across the way from him was Natsu, who had just crawled under the table to pop up beside Gray, looking happy to return to his drink and snacks. (And to his master, thought Laxus.) Gray was in the middle, and Freed wondered why he was smiling at him that way, as if he knew a secret. Loke was on the end so he could chat with passing waitresses.
Laxus sat back down, so large that he took up the rest of their side of the booth. He placed a hand on Freed's knee, and the smaller man yelped in surprise.
"Are you all right?" Laxus asked softly.
"Y-yeah," Freed breathlessly whispered back. He leaned up into Laxus' ear to whisper for the music of the new singer. "It's … hard already."
"Of course it is," Laxus said in amusement. He knew how Freed was. The man could get erect with just kissing. Knowing what they were about to do, it was a miracle the guy had not shot out his cum before making it to the booth. "If it's really too much, say … falafel."
That made Freed laugh to himself. A new safeword? Then again, Gray might speak French and question his normal safeword of Écriture, and saying Red in public was out of the question. "Did you pick that up in Greece?"
"About the only thing I did there was walk around ass-old buildings and eat food. Now drink, and try not to moan."
Freed tugged Laxus' sleeve urgently, and he leaned over to listen. "Order me," he whispered. Freed just needed to hear it, to feel like he had to obey. Not a request to try, but a command.
Laxus chuckled to himself. Across the way, he saw Gray already sharing a smile with him. The raven-haired man probably guessed they were still setting up their scene, and that was why he was letting Natsu pig out on pretzels and not bothering Loke and his failing attempts at flirting with Cana. He was keeping quiet so these two could set themselves up.
Laxus leaned into Freed's ear and hissed in the most domineering voice he could muster and still keep quiet, "Don't you fucking moan, bitch."
Freed felt that order shiver through him. Yes! He had to obey now. He could not make a sound. Master gave an order. He had to sit there and be a good slave.
Laxus slid his hand up a little higher, coming to rest tucked between Freed's thighs. That position, the anticipation of being touched without the actual pleasure, that denial of touching, made Freed shiver. Only by sheer force of will, wanting to follow Laxus' order, did he hold still and not thrust toward that hand.
"So Loke," Laxus called over. It was time for this show to begin. "Freed tells me you helped him move in my boxes. I owe you a beer."
"He owes me, not you," Loke said.
"That was my crap. So long as you didn't break anything—" Dramatically, for all three to see, he patted Freed on the leg. "—I have to thank you for helping Freed. Someone has to watch out for this mouse when I'm gone."
Freed gulped hard. That blatant touch made everyone else briefly look down … down to the hand now resting on his upper thigh, fingers tucked between his legs, with Laxus' pinkie finger stroking up, just a very soft and discreet touch to the sensitive manhood. Although it was hidden by the table, when Freed glanced down to Laxus' hand, he also saw the engorged arousal pressing needfully against his trousers.
Someone could see that.
Only the table blocked it from view, but Freed realized, someone walking by, a waitress or just some customer, could glance over and see what the table hid from the three young men across from them. He was erect in public, and not like the strip club where hard-ons were common. This was just some local pub filled with average people. He would be publicly humiliated if these normal people saw him with an erection. The fear of that disgrace made all of his nerves come alive, suddenly hyper-aware of every noise and light and smell, as well as those clandestine touches from Laxus' pinkie. One finger was making him shiver.
Laxus lifted his other hand and flagged a waitress. "Cana!" he shouted. "Get me and my friend here another pint on my tab, and get my boyfriend a Sapphire martini. His own tab. He can afford it, damn brat," he scolded playfully. He glanced down to Freed, who had a delightful blush on his sallow cheeks. "You still like Sapphire martinis, right?"
"Y-yes," he choked. The waitress would come over. She might see! She might see him like this!
The pitch to Laxus' voice dropped a bit. "Then you'll drink it."
It was an order. Although Freed feared that his hands were shaking too hard, he would keep calm just enough to obey and swallow whatever Laxus told him to drink. And that was really the wrong way for him to think about it!
"So I heard you were in Europe, right?" Loke asked Laxus as the waitress left to get the drinks. "Where about?"
"Greece."
"Sweet! Hot babes in Greece."
"I wouldn't know," Laxus chuckled. "It was nice, though. I'd love to go back and actually enjoy it."
"All business, huh?"
A shadow passed briefly over Laxus' face. "That was the plan," he muttered, but he knew he could say nothing more. "Gray, Freed said you have a new job. What do you do now?"
The raven-haired man shook his head. "You'll laugh."
"Only if you say you're dancing ballet."
"Fuck you!"
"He is, he is," Natsu cried out in hyper glee.
Gray glared down at him. "It's not ballet. It's more like … like modern dance with a classic flair."
"You still danced in that one ballet."
"I … th-that…" Gray's face went red, and he vehemently argued, "Their male principal sprained an ankle. I was just filling in."
"He's good," Natsu bragged. "You should see him do modern dance. He does the best Michael Jackson impersonation…"
Gray did something under the table, and Natsu cut off his words.
"Shut up," Gray glared.
"So how did a guy like you get a job like that?" Laxus asked. It wasn't like exotic dancer looked good on a resume.
"I know a lady at the opera house," said Gray. "Mira's been bugging me to work for her since just after high school."
Freed jolted up. "You know Mira?"
Gray looked confused. "Yeah, we were in the same same high school and same orphanage for a while until she got a job modeling, and then that opera gig, and I … well … I had some troubles with the law and my life has been hell … until now," he added, smiling at Natsu.
Freed wanted to ask more about his acquaintance with Mira, but Laxus' hand suddenly slid upward, stroking over the erection in his pants. His words choked before they could be uttered, and Laxus hid his smirk. He still did not like how that opera singer had hugged Freed with such familiarity, or the fact that when she had so obviously flirted with Laxus, Freed had referred to him as just a friend. Laxus was slow at forgiving things like that, so he would punish Freed now for the slip way back then.
"So, anything life-altering happen in the country while I was away?" the blond asked.
"We graduated," Loke grinned. "Freed got magna cum laude."
"Cum … loud-eh … huh?" Laxus smirked, stroking Freed again and seeing the blush in his cheeks.
"It means with high honors," Loke explained.
"I know what it means," Laxus said coldly. Oh, he would tease his brilliant little slave about that and make him cum loud-eh, all right! Over and over, all night. His precious pet shouldn't get cocky, after all. "And I'm guessing you got jobs now?"
"I'm already working," Loke nodded. "Freed was given a junior manager job and starts in a week. His dad said to take a vacation first, but of course he's spent it sitting alone at home, brooding."
"Better not be over me," Laxus chuckled, stroking Freed more.
Loke smirked slyly. "Probably watching a bunch of porn while you're gone."
Freed squawked out, "Loke!"
"Porn is fine," Laxus shrugged. "You should see the porn in cheap Greek motels." The gawking face from Freed was so worth mentioning that. "I don't care what you smack off to, so long as you didn't cheat on me," he said, glaring down.
"Of course not!" Freed cried out, shocked he would ask, especially in public.
"Well, there was that one guy," Loke said deviously. "Rufus, right? You had some sort of lunch date with him."
Freed paled in horror that Loke would dare bring that up. "Rufus was not a date!"
Laxus' stroking hand paused, tensed, and pulled back away from Freed. His knuckles popped as he fisted his hand, while those electric blue eyes crackled in jealousy. "Who's Rufus?"
The frigid tone in Laxus' low voice sent a sickly shiver down Freed's spine. Oh shit, he was jealous as hell!
Loke answered with a shrewd smile, "Hot, rich, genius bachelor who's apparently interested in a merger with Freed's family."
"It was business," Freed cried out in a panic. "I swear, it was only about business. Laxus!" He looked up in dread. Why would Loke bring up him, of all people? Was he purposely trying to incite Laxus to anger?
"Hot and rich, huh?" Laxus said, sipping his beer with glaring suspicion. "Is he the sort of gentleman your mother would approve of?"
Freed croaked out noises, but he could not protest without lying.
"Did you two go out for drinks?"
"I only had one martini, I swear!"
"What did he order to drink?"
"To … drink?"
"Don't repeat me! What drink did he buy?"
Freed was confused, but then he remembered that Laxus had an ability to tell things about people by what they ordered to drink. "He ordered a gimlet and specifically asked for Cîroc."
Laxus suddenly snorted out a laugh. "Yeah, I've got nothing to worry about." He knocked back the last of his beer and flagged Cana for another.
Loke sulked and whined, "Awww, how can you tell?"
Freed swung him a glare. "Why do you sound disappointed?"
The wily Lion shrugged. "I wanted to see how he looks when he's jealous, that's all."
"That's all?" yelled Freed.
Laxus explained, "A gentleman knows that a real gimlet is made with gin and Rose's Lime Juice, not vodka. Only pretentious pussies and arrogant assholes order it with vodka and still dare call it a gimlet. I would normally assume he was some arrogant brown-noser trying to show off in front of Freed and doing a piss-poor job of it, except he asked for Cîroc, one of the priciest of the top-shelf vodkas. That means he knows his brands, and he knows what's good. If he just wanted Cîroc, there are a lot of drinks better than a gimlet for enjoying the taste of that particular vodka. The act of ordering a gimlet with vodka rather than gin leaves two possibilities: either he's poorly versed in buying drinks and only knows two or three good ones, or he was trying to act down for Freed's sake. Considering he asked for Cîroc and not Smirnoff or Absolut or some other more popular vodka, and the fact that he'd even bother to specify the brand, leaves me to assume he definitely knows how to order a drink, and thus should know what a gimlet is. Then there's Freed's mother."
"My mother?" he asked in confusion.
"If this douchebag is an upper class elite who can meet the approval of Freed's mother, it means he is of a higher social standing than the Justines. I don't see that woman approving of anyone even a little lower in wealth than themselves. This means he knows what the hell a gimlet is and definitely knows it's a gin drink. Gin is called the drink of the upper class for a reason, and things like martinis and gimlets and negronis are standard at gatherings."
"How would you know?" Gray laughed.
Laxus' eyes were cold for a moment. "Let's just say I'm … familiar with plenty of fat, rich bastards." Just thinking about his days taking wealthy masochistic clients turned his stomach. "This douchebag is rich as fuck, and he knows it. However, he likely knows who Freed's friends are, and we poor saps are not as affluent as his one-percenter frat buddies. He wanted to woo Freed, so first thing is to make him feel at ease, as if he's hanging out with just another classmate. College kids are notorious for taking gin drinks and asking for them to be made with vodka, since it's cheaper and something they're used to. It's why college towns sell vodka martinis more than real martinis. Nearly every college kid of drinking age—and most under-aged—has had at least a Screwdriver and knows that vodka can be mixed with anything. Gin is a whole different level, and it's not a taste everyone likes."
"I honestly can't stand gin," Natsu confessed with his mouth full of pretzels.
"What Douchebag doesn't realize—and what he should have been able to tell right away—is that Freed has a refined palate for gin. Sapphire martini is his favorite drink, after all. Assuming Douchebag is a well-bred gentleman, he let Freed order first."
"How'd you know that?" Freed asked.
Laxus smiled down at him. "No offense, but you like when people take the lead, and it takes a whole five seconds of talking to you to figure that out."
Gray coughed to cover over a laugh. He also knew about submissive partners. Loke politely kept quiet, but he hid his smile with his drinking glass.
"Freed just said he had only one martini. That would definitely have been ordered with Sapphire gin. After ordering that, this douchebag ordered a gimlet yet changed it to vodka to appeal to what he assumes are Freed's standard of friends—which is plain shitty of him—and yet he can't put aside the part of him that still wants the top-shelf quality. If you're going to fuck over a gin drink with vodka to look less intimidating and more playful, at least make it a vodka that won't taste like shit."
"You could tell all that by what he ordered?" asked Loke.
Freed nodded with a quiet chuckle. "It's like a savant talent. Don't ask him to do it to you, trust me. You'll be second-guessing your drink orders for months."
"That still doesn't explain why you think Rufus isn't trouble," Loke pointed out. "He really seemed to be interested in Freed."
"Of course he was," Laxus said with the same arrogant tone he used in the bedroom. "Have you seen my boyfriend? He's hot as fuck!"
"Laxus!" Freed cried out, blushing fiercely with embarrassment.
"The issue there was the fact that Mrs. Justine approves of this douchebag. Now, if she approved purely due to money and this guy ordered a beer or a margarita, I'd be worried as hell and have to punch him out of principle alone for flirting with what's mine. The fact that he's some ass-cock screwing up drinks to appear less pretentious yet doesn't have a fucking clue how to stop being an elite douchebag shows that he's precisely the sort of man Liberty Justine would give honest consent to as a life-partner for her gay eldest son. I just can't imagine Freed ever hooking up with anyone his mother would actually like." His hand returned to Freed's leg. "He's a guy who wants a man who drinks whiskey and beer, not gin and champaign."
Gray looked at the two with pity. "So Freed's mother doesn't approve of you?"
The blond guffawed loudly. "She's about as close to hating my guts as she can allow herself to feel without breaking social propriety."
"And you're okay with that?" Gray asked Freed.
"She's not that bad," Freed argued. "She was civil during Christmas."
"'Cuz I scared the shit out of her threatening to marry you."
"You did what?" Loke and Gray both shouted.
Natsu belatedly looked up. "Huh? Marriage? Wedding cake?"
Freed shrank down. "Y-you didn't have to mention that."
Laxus smiled smugly and let his hand drift under Freed's belt. "Of course I did." He reached down and felt the stiff arousal sheathed in latex. "Purely because I know it embarrasses you." He stroked down until he felt the cock ring, then carefully stroked back up, making sure the condom stayed in place. "You're cute when you're embarrassed."
Freed froze and gulped hard in dread. They were all looking at the two … and Loke was laughing softly at what Laxus had said. Laxus … was touching him! Not just through the fabric of his pants, but directly. His cold fingers were inside his underwear, and although a condom covered him, he felt the rough hands every time Laxus stroked down. His groin, thighs, and lower belly felt his callused skin, and those fingers … they gripped … so firmly! He wanted to moan and melt and surrender himself to these touches, but those pale eyes stared hard. Without words, Laxus was warning him not to make a sound, or to move, or do anything that gave away what he was doing.
Laxus broke the stare and looked back over to the others. "So, are you all the same age?"
Gray thumbed over to Natsu. "The brat here is a year younger."
"I'm only a few months younger than you," Natsu shouted.
"Are you working, Natsu?" Laxus asked.
He nodded excitedly at finally finding a chance to join the conversation. "I work at the fire station while going to college so I can become a fire marshal." His chest puffed out proudly as he said it.
"A small guy like you, a firefighter?"
Gray laughed as Natsu slumped crestfallen. "That's the same thing I said to him."
"Hey, I'm strong!" Natsu shouted. He put his elbow up on the table. "I'll arm-wrestle ya!"
Laxus would have normally taken up a challenge, but that meant letting go of Freed's cock, and the man beside him was just starting to really squirm now. "Another time, when we don't have drinks on the table."
"Come on! I challenge you, Laxus!"
Laxus arched an eyebrow at the cocky boy and glanced over to Gray. "You need a leash on this kid."
Natsu jolted hard and pulled back with terror on his face. His hand went up, touching the scarf as if to reassure himself it was still in place. Just then, Freed glanced up out of his erotic reverie and saw that startled expression and the telltale blush. He guessed that, like himself, Natsu was used to a collar. Was that what his scarf was concealing? Who else was idiotic enough to wear a scarf in summer?
Freed smiled to himself. Maybe Laxus would like to get him a leash as well someday. He could wear his collar, Laxus could hook on the leash, and he could be paraded around … of course, only in the fetish club. He liked that idea, going to that club where all kinks were safe and accepted, wearing his collar, and leashed! Being Laxus' bitch, with a leash…
Laxus took a drink of his beer and then leaned into Freed's ear. "Do you want one?"
He looked up, surprised that he had guessed.
"There's one in my suitcase, brought all the way from Greece. I saw it and thought of you." His voice lowered even more. "I want to see you wear it!"
Freed felt a surge of happiness, but the idea of wearing Laxus' leash, and with Laxus' collar—a Hanukkah present, he recalled—made his arousal ache more.
Loke looked over in concern. "Freed, you all right?"
"Y-yeah!" he cried out, his voice a bit high.
Gray had another enigmatic expression. Slowly, his hand drifted down under the table as well. A second later, Natsu jolted and looked up to him in shock. Gray hushed him with a devious smile.
"So, Loke," Gray said to the ginger sitting beside him. "What sort of job did you get? I heard it's working for Freed's company—or his dad's company—but what sort of job is it?"
Loke happily told them all the details of the job, and then went ahead to also tell them about Freed's position in the company, although he had not started working yet. Meanwhile, Laxus noticed how Gray's left hand had disappeared under the table, and Natsu had fallen quiet, no longer noisily munching on snacks. His cheeks were as pink as his hair, his fist pressed against his mouth to hold back noises, and he was already shaking from pleasure. He kept shifting in his seat, and Gray's face looked too focused for drivel about after-college employment.
Laxus felt proud that the obedient slave next to him was much better at hiding his reactions. Although Freed occasionally sniffed a bit hard to hide gasps and no longer picked up his martini glass after his last attempt at drinking showed the trembling of his hands, he still sat upright and seemed to be listening, although Laxus was fairly certain he heard not a single word Loke was saying.
Suddenly, Freed's fingers clutched Laxus' knee with the same grip he probably used with his fencing sword.
Laxus leaned over to Freed's ear again. "Are you okay?"
It took a while to speak, but Freed finally eked out. "I'm almost there."
"Are you really all right with this?"
He nodded stiffly, and Laxus felt a tremble.
"Don't let it show," he ordered.
"I'm … trying," he whined softly enough so no one else could hear over the blaring music.
"You're doing good."
Laxus pulled his hand out and used it to pick up his beer glass. That caught Gray's attention. He realized, that was the hand Laxus had been using, and a questioning look passed over his face. Were they done? So quietly?
Instead, Laxus let the glass cool his hand off and used a paper napkin to wipe off any condensation. Then his now-cold hand went back under. He touched Freed through his clothes, and the chill made Freed tremble.
Gray's hand now also reappeared, but Natsu looked pale and in anticipation for something, wary of Gray and scared of the people in this crowded booth. Gray pulled out his cellphone and tapped a few buttons.
"Sorry, gotta check something."
Gray clicked one last thing and immediately close down a program before anyone could see it. In the corner, Natsu made an audible gasp. This time, it was Laxus who gave the other couple a weird look. What was Gray even doing to Natsu when both hands were visible?
"Hey, I want all of your emails." He pulled up the address book of his cellphone. "We should get together sometime."
"Sounds good," Laxus said. "Freed, you go ahead and put my email in there as well," he ordered, so his hand did not have to leave off of stroking.
Freed obediently reached out to accept the phone, and Gray saw how his fingers were shaking. Laxus truly was cruel, making him work while suffering so pleasurably.
"Hey Laxus," Loke said, eying the brunette waitress. "You know that Cana girl. Do you know her email?"
"No," he answered curtly.
"What about Lucy?" Natsu yelled at Loke. He appeared to be trembling in rage, but Laxus had a good feeling he was shaking for another reason.
"Whoa, I'm not talking about being disloyal to Lucy," Loke swore. "I just meant … you know, the lady might know when good deals are happening at this pub."
Natsu glared irritably. "Yeah, right."
Freed suddenly gave a soft noise, almost like a cough trying to be passed off as a suppressed sneeze.
"Are you okay, Freed?" Gray asked.
"Sorry … I … I'm fine," he said, quickly passing the cellphone over to Loke, but all eyes were on him now.
In sadistic amusement, Laxus squeezed just a little harder and rubbed him more through the straining trousers. Freed made another cough sound and covered his mouth. He was so close … so ready to come … except now everyone was looking. Loke, Gray, Natsu, they were all looking right at him, and he was about to come, right here, in his clothes, in public. He coughed again and choked down a moan.
"Just … swallowed wrong," he gagged.
He could not hide it anymore. He pressed his lips together and hid behind a cough, then another, pretending like he was gasping and choking, while under the table…
It was humiliating! He was having an orgasm in front of his friends. Even when he had been a roommate with Loke and they watched porn, they were strict about one rule: finish off in the bathroom, not in front of one another! So for the first time in the four years he lived with Loke, he was breaking that solemn man's rule.
He was coming! He was coming from a hand job in public, coming in a crowded pub, coming in front of Laxus, because of Laxus. He wanted to please his master, to fulfill his fantasy of making Freed come in his pants in public again, a wish to see utter humiliation.
And God, this was the worst! He was filling up a condom while others watched. It protected him, his clothes would not be ruined, but it was still a public orgasm. In front of all these people…
"Freed?"
"Fine!" he coughed. "Just … tickle in the throat. Wrong pipe. Choking … a little, but … I'm f-fine."
Finally, it was over. The last spasm passed, but he was fairly certain he could not speak, or think, or move. Sweat dripped down the back of his neck, his penis tingled as the pressure built up from the cock ring relaxed, and blood rushed deafeningly through his ears.
All of these people. All of them! He had just had an orgasm, in public, in front of over a hundred people!
"Freed."
That low voice startled him, and he looked up to Laxus with tears in his eyes. Had it been okay? Had he pleased his master?
"Here."
Suddenly, that huge fist pounded on his back. Freed was shocked. Was it punishment for a bad job? No, Laxus was playing along now. He had done good, and now Laxus had to cover over the truth of what they just did.
He had just given his boyfriend a public hand job!
They could get into trouble for this, so Laxus was taking responsibility. He rubbed Freed's shoulders as the fits subsided.
"Are you better now?"
Freed raised his gaze to Laxus, eyes watering, cheeks flushed, pupils massive with desire, making his turquoise eyes look even bigger. "Yes," he said breathlessly. "Much better!"
He felt incredible, both shamed and proud, humiliated and deeply relieved that he had done this and did not get caught.
Laxus had a proud face. Maybe Loke was clueless, and maybe no one else in this pub even realized what was happening besides someone choking on a drink, but he knew Gray had a clue, and considering the agony Natsu seemed to be in, he might have also figured out what Freed had just suffered through and was experiencing something similar. Freed just showed these two what he could do: sit there like a properly trained slave and accept his torment to the highest level with just a few coughs.
And that face! That goddamn deliciously submissive face! Laxus etched that face into his memories. He knew he was going to fap in the shower many times to this erotic expression for years to come.
Laxus leaned into his ear. "That was incredible. You did so good. I'm proud."
Freed felt like he could collapse right there. That praise was what he craved.
"That was a good hide, coughing like that. Brilliant! No wonder you graduated with that magna cum laude distinction. You're amazing."
All of his life, people told Freed how to be good. Obedience was unquestionable. His family rarely praised him for doing what was already expected of him. Good grades, prestigious university, magna cum laude, junior manager now: it was all expected, nothing less would be tolerated, even more expectations and loftier ambitions lied ahead of him. There was no praise for meeting base-minimum goals.
Laxus was proud, though. Laxus told him he was good, incredible, amazing! It was the appreciation and recognition Freed had craved all of his life. He did not get it from his family, but he got it from his master!
"Damn, we gotta do this more often," Laxus said quietly. He heard something like a grunt from Freed. "Did you like it?"
"Yeah," he exclaimed, and he laughed softly. "It … it was…"
"Crap!"
Natsu suddenly bolted up, leaped right over the table, and ran to the restroom. Freed and Laxus flattened back against the booth in surprise as he rushed by like a fiery comet.
"What's up with him?" Loke muttered.
Gray had an arrogant smile as he tucked away his phone. "Must be something in the drinks tonight." He lifted up his glass and took a smug gulp.
Laxus shared a smile with him and arched an eyebrow. What the hell had Gray done to him? Gray held up the phone at an angle Loke could not see, and Freed was too lost in the afterglow to focus.
"Welcome to the digital age of WiFi and apps," he said secretively.
A wireless … something? Butt plug? Too bulky. A love egg? Yes! It had to be a wireless vibrating love egg slipped up the ass, and Gray was controlling it with his phone. That must have been why his hand went down and Natsu was shifting around. They were fitting the tiny vibrator up into the rectum. Once inside, Gray had control from his phone, and Natsu was left to deal with the purring pleasure on his own, suffering as quietly as possible, while Gray kept the conversation going so no one paid much attention.
"I want the name of that app," Laxus insisted.
"I'll email you," Gray grinned. He looked over with concern to Freed. "How do you feel, Greenie?"
"Greenie?" he asked. Only one person had ever called him that. Freed wondered if everyone who worked at the South Pole Club knew him by that name. "I'm … fine. Perfectly fine. That's a nice phone," he said, knowing that it was the socially proper thing to say.
Gray smiled at the device. "Got it a month ago, anniversary gift from Natsu."
"Anniversary?" asked Freed.
"Yeah. Six months. Seven now. What did you two do for your six-month anniversary?"
Freed wondered about that. When did their anniversary even count? That first night? When had that even been? It was sometime after the Fall semester of college started, but before Halloween.
"February was our six-month," Laxus answered. "I asked him out on August 30th, and February doesn't have thirty days, so we actually skipped that landmark. Our one-year anniversary is in three more months. I definitely have something planned for then."
"Oh?" Loke smiled. "A vacation? Maybe another trip to Europe?"
"Now, do you really think I can say in front of Freed?" Laxus scolded playfully. "It'd ruin the surprise."
Freed looked up at him in astonishment. Laxus remembered the exact day! If it was in August, that must mean he considered their very first time together as when they started dating. All the way from that first night? Did he really consider them to be a couple from that moment on? That was really sweet.
And … he was planning something? Freed had not even thought about their anniversary, it was months away, yet Laxus had something planned already.
Laxus noticed the shocked stare. "What?" he snapped gruffly. "I can be romantic when I wanna be."
Freed said nothing against that. He had seen how Laxus had his moments of romance. They were rare, but that made them sweeter.
Natsu dragged his feet back, pale and sweaty.
"Gray," he said, his voice raspy now.
Gray pulled out his phone and clicked something, and Natsu visibly relaxed. Then Gray pulled on a jacket he had stripped out of.
"Guess I need to take the kid home."
"Yeah, I gotta get to bed as well," Laxus said in excuse. "I think I'm still on European time. Jet lag is a bitch. Good time to call it a night."
"The night is young!" Loke protested. "You guys aren't heading off for a gay foursome, are you?"
"No!" both Laxus and Gray snapped possessively.
Freed reached into his wallet and pulled out two hundred dollar bills. "Pay the tab for me. Use the rest of the money to take Lucy to a nice restaurant. She'd like that. I'll make sure she's invited to my parents' next party. I'd love to meet both of you at my family's estate."
"You are the best junior manager in the world, Freed. I'll see you Monday after next."
"Don't be late for work. Thanks again for moving the boxes."
"Hey, it's what friends are for." As they all climbed out of the booth, Loke shook Laxus' hand. "Take care of my old roomie, ya huge lug."
"I definitely will," he promised.
"I hope to see you around."
Laxus wrapped an arm around his boyfriend. "If you see Freed around, you'll see me around."
"Oooh!" chuckled Loke. "That's right, those were your boxes we carried all day. So, you two will be living together, huh? Cohabitation?"
"That's right," Laxus said with a supercilious tone. He squeezed Freed a little tighter.
The smaller man looked up in confusion. Was Laxus maybe a bit jealous, since Loke had been the last person to live in the same room as Freed?
"Gray," Laxus said, turning away from the ginger. "Tell me when's your next dance. I wanna see it. Especially if you're in ballet tights."
"Screw you!" Gray laughed.
Freed shook hands with the other couple. "Nice to finally meet you, Natsu. Take it easy. Gray, you too." His voice lowered. "Be easy with him."
Gray raised an eyebrow. Did Freed know all along what he and Natsu had secretively been doing?
"Say hello to Mira for me. Loke," Freed called over just as Kinana walked by and the ginger's eyes strayed to her hips. "No flirting and cheating on Lucy. She's a friend of the family. If I hear you hurt her, I'll personally put out to have you blacklisted from every bar, club, pub, and strip joint in the county."
Loke paled a little. "You're joking, right? You can't really do that."
"He probably couldn't," Laxus answered, "but I happen to have some blackmail on a very powerful politician who could."
Loke gulped hard, and when Cana walked by again, he did not even let his eyes linger on her.
Laxus leaned down into Freed's ear. "Do you need a restroom trip? You know, to slip out of that rubber?"
Freed's eyes had that imperious gaze he sometimes got, the proud aristocrat who had been raised to lead a corporation. "No," he decided, and boldly he whispered right into Laxus' ear, "I'll take it off in the car."
Laxus felt his heart pound against his ribcage. The damn little vixen! "Have I ever told you that you're incredible?"
"Not frequently enough. You need to tell me every day."
"Greedy rich brat!"
Freed simpered to himself, but before the others could wonder what they were whispering about, he turned to the rest of their group and yelled over the blaring music. "We'll get together again. Thanks for inviting me, Loke." Freed then pulled on Laxus' elbow, showing that he needed to leave, and soon. "See you around, guys."
They called out goodbyes to each other. Loke went to the bar to pay the tab and get another drink. Gray wrapped an arm around Natsu and whispered worriedly to him, asking over and over if he was okay, while they left to his truck. Laxus took Freed's hand and squeezed it.
"It's good to be home," he said as they stepped out into the clear summer night.
"I'm glad," Freed sighed. "I can't even tell you how glad I am to have you home so soon."
"Not soon enough. Let's go." Clutching tightly to his fingers, he pulled Freed along through the parking lot, eager to get home and to more fun.

Next Chapter: Corvette Kinks

A/N: Here's another audio chapter, for the people who love to listen to these while fapping, haha:

http://chirb.it/r8bn94
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