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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 40

Drop

The Monday after their time at the club, Freed had been sore to sit for too long at the office. He kept getting up, walking to the water cooler, roaming around holding a file and trying to look busy, rather than sitting and fidgeting in his chair. He figured it was just the ache in his ass and the adrenaline that came after a scene. He went home that day, ate a little more than usual, and collapsed into bed early. Laxus was still caring for him, knowing they went far, so he tucked Freed in and watched a bit of TV on his own before bed.

But Tuesday, it was all different.

Freed was still sore, although nowhere near as bad. He was hungry and jittery, though. Despite a large dinner the night before and a hearty breakfast, Freed kept leaving to buy snacks to eat at his desk. He anxiously tapped his pencil on his desk until a coworker snapped at him. He thought maybe he made his coffee too strong, except he also felt paranoia. He jumped at noises. When the printer made a loud beep, Freed cried out in surprise.

"Are you okay?" asked Macao, the senior manager, as he walked by carrying a stack of papers.

Freed's words rushed out. "Too much coffee, sir. I'm terribly sorry." Inside, his mind was in a panicked state of chaos. 'Oh my God, am I going to get fired, will he tell my father, will I be humiliated in front of the whole company, will he really fire me, banish me, disown me…?'

"Cut back on the caffeine, kid," Macao chuckled, and he walked on.

"Y-yeah," Freed answered, laughing nervously. He looked down. His hands were trembling from the burst of fear. "What the hell is happening?" he whispered to himself.

Just before lunch, Freed felt himself dropping hard and fast. The hyper panic mode of that morning turned into a mindless daze. He kept staring at his screen and could not figure out what the words meant. He clicked around a spreadsheet but kept forgetting how to enter the data.

Only then did Freed realize what was happening: sub-drop. After intense BDSM, the chemical chaos of endorphins and adrenaline could mess with the emotions and physical body. It explained his hunger, his restlessness, paranoia, and now this sudden confusion and depression sinking in his stomach. Freed fled to the restroom, hid in a stall, and pulled out his phone. The time it took for Laxus to answer seemed like an eternity.

Finally, there was a click. "Hey, Freed," came the familiar voice.

"Laxus," he whispered desperately. "I … need you."

The deep voice went instantly stern. "What's going on and where are you?"

"At work. I … I'm not doing well."

"Are you sick?"

"It's…" How could he say it in public? "I'm dropping, Laxus. Dropping hard."

"Shit," he hissed. "How bad is it?"

"I … don't know. It's … dammit, it's like I'm just sinking. It's never been this bad."

"Ya almost on lunch break?"

"In twenty minutes."

"I can be there in twenty-five. There's a park near your work, right? Meet me there. I'll bring food. Now, listen to me. I love you," he said in such a gentle tone, Freed felt the tension in his shoulders loosen. "I love you very much. I'm coming for you, and I want to hold you. We'll hold each other. I'll be there as soon as I can. I'll help you to feel better, because I love to see you smile, Freed. I want to help you smile and feel happy again."

Freed sighed. Just that little bit soothed him.

"Better?"

"Much," he nodded.

"I'm heading out right now. See you soon, babe." Then the phone call ended.

Freed smiled to himself. Babe? Laxus had never called him that before, and it was rather sweet. He could last a little longer. Knowing Laxus was coming, knowing he still cared, gave Freed the boost he needed to make it until noon.

He had an hour off for lunch, so Freed left with the other office workers. Most of them were going to one of the restaurants nearby. Freed turned down a few invitations, waved politely in thanks, and walked the other way toward the park. It was a small place, a bit of grass, shade trees, a stone fountain, benches for people to eat their lunches, and a few food carts hanging around hoping people would buy hot dogs and coffee. Freed found an empty bench and sat there, waiting. Laxus said it would take twenty-five minutes, yet more time passed.

Freed began to feel down again. Maybe Laxus did not want to bother. He was a busy man, and Freed was just being needy again. Laxus must surely get annoyed with him.

Or maybe he was with someone.

Maybe he was with Flare.

Just as his thoughts turned dark, a city bus pulled up and three people stepped off, including the towering blond holding a paper lunch bag. He scanned the urban park, saw Freed sitting there, and rushed over. Freed stood, ready to greet him professionally in this sort of setting, but Laxus threw his arms around Freed instead. They were hugging, out here in public, right in the shadow of his father's corporate building.

"Thank you for calling me," Laxus whispered. "Always call me. Always let me know, got it?"

Freed forgot everything for a moment and replied quietly, "Yes, master."

Laxus pulled back and looked him over. "Headache? Fatigue? Nausea?"

"Jittery since yesterday. Now … I can't focus. I can't even remember important details about our project. I was so hungry earlier, but now I'm queasy. My head is foggy, and just in the past hour I'm … sinking. Depression, I guess. I don't know if I've ever had depression like this."

They sat back down on the bench, and Laxus pulled out a large sports bottle. "Drink it up. It should help."

The drink was cool and sweet, a berry flavor, although Freed did not recognize it right away. Laxus then handed him a chocolate bar and quietly ordered him to eat it. Freed did not necessarily like something so sweet for lunch, but he obeyed. Laxus was a dominant and must have learned how to deal with sub-drop somewhere along the way. Between the drink and the chocolate, and simply knowing Laxus was there with him, Freed began to feel better. However, when Laxus held his hand, Freed pulled back in a panic.

"We're in public," he whispered.

"Freed, you're my boyfriend. Should I really not hold your hand?"

He paused, realizing he was just being nervous and paranoid. It was all part of sub-drop.

"Are you parked nearby?"

Freed nodded, so they left the park to a garage used by the officer workers. It smelled of oil and car fumes, the concrete walls echoed, and some cars were pulling out on their way to lunch. Still, Laxus followed Freed to his Corvette, and they sat in there.

"Can I hold your hand here?" asked Laxus.

Freed felt safer here, and he squeezed the massive hand. "I'm sorry. I normally wouldn't care if we're in public or not—"

"Freed," Laxus cut in. He reached up with his free hand and caressed the pale cheeks. "If ever you're not comfortable, tell me. You've got a lot on your shoulders. I don't want to burden you even more."

Freed felt burning in his eyes. Laxus was here! Even outside of the club, outside of their home, he was here. He was always right there for him.

Freed collapsed across the floor-mounted shifter and into the passenger seat, lying on Laxus' lap and curling into him as best as he could with the gear shaft sticking in his rib.

"Pet me," he sighed.

Laxus stroked through his hair, smiling down sadly. "I sent you really far this past weekend."

"But you took care of me," Freed growled in frustration. "I shouldn't be—"

"Fuck what you think should and shouldn't happen! You dropping this long afterward just goes to show how good it was, right?"

Freed hummed, smiling as memories of the club flashed through his mind. He could hardly believe he had been naked in front of everyone. Such a naughty public thing! Something like that would normally be impossible for the son of an influential family.

"You were very brave and very strong. You held up through the whole thing, and you were sexy the whole time. So incredibly sexy! I couldn't even wait to have you."

He hummed again and nuzzled against Laxus' crotch.

"Hey now!" Laxus laughed, easing Freed's head back. "No playing down there unless you're willing to finish." Turquoise eyes looked up to him filled with lust, and Laxus knew he was lost. "Fuck, Freed. You look starved."

"I haven't had lunch," he smirked, and he leaned forward again, planting a kiss on Laxus' groin, then letting out a hot breath of air into the fabric. Laxus choked up, and Freed felt the soft lump inside twitch as it stiffened. "I think … I need it. I need to know you like what I can do for you." He stroked his face along the bulge, and Laxus had to shift his hips as his clothes restricted him. "You do so much for me, take me to such heights." He planted another kiss and looked up from the lap. "I need to know you enjoy it."

"Fuck yes, I do," Laxus whispered, feeling his heart race. "I didn't bring nothin'. It'll be messy."

Freed pulled Laxus' zipper down, listening to the sound of the metal teeth separating. "Don't worry. I plan on devouring it all."

He eased Laxus' cock out and kissed it. Laxus groaned as Freed stroked the enlarging cock while licking around the head.

"Tell me," Freed whispered, wrapping his lips around the head and sucking just the tip. "Tell me I'm the only one."

His cheeks flushed with excitement. "Only you. You're the only person in the world who makes me hard."

"Not anyone at the club?"

The club? Was Freed still worried about that? "I've never gotten aroused there before this weekend."

Freed lapped all the way around. "Not Flare?"

"Fuck no! That bitch has never been arousing to me. I don't think she's sexy at all. None of them are. Only one person has ever made me hard like this. Only you."

"Please keep telling me," he ordered in a whisper. Then Freed plunged down, instantly taking it deep.

"Shit!" Laxus hissed, clutching a handful of green hair. "Only you. Such a talented cocksucker. You're the only one allowed to taste me. No one … nngh … no one else. Goddammit, that's good!"

Freed hummed as he bobbed up and down.

"I don't trust those assholes, but I trust you. I trust you because you're good. So damn fucking good. You … oh God, Freed … you're the only … fuck!" His hips began to cant upward. "Holy shit, I love the feel of your mouth. Damn, so good."

Freed pulled back up. "More. Tell me." Then back down he went.

Laxus kept clenching and releasing Freed's hair. "My cocksucker. My only slave. So good. You're so talented, I don't need anyone else."

Freed made a deep, possessive growling sound.

"Yeah, don't need anyone. I don't even watch porn online anymore. I can't get aroused by it, but when I watch that video of you fucking me for the first time, I can't even make it through the first ten minutes. You're all I need, and fuck do I need you. I need your mouth, your hands, your soul. I need your love, Freed. I need to make you fall in love with me more and more, because I'm a greedy bastard and I need you. … need you so much. Only you, though. Onl- … fuck! Only … y-you. Freed!" he bellowed.

However, Freed pulled off and squeezed his cock slightly, forcing Laxus to hold out. "I'm the only one?" he asked with a voice wavering between possessiveness and desperation.

"Fuck, yes, now stop—"

"The only one?" he emphasized. "No one else can suck you?"

"No one else ever has, and they never will."

"No one else makes you hard?"

"I've told you that all alone, now don't—"

Freed squeezed him a little harder and looked straight into Laxus' face. "I'm enough for you? Am I really enough? Even when I can't do things, can't go as far as you're used to, can't take you as far as you take me?"

Laxus saw the uncertainty in his eyes and felt a pang of empathy. "Listen to me closely, Freed Justine. You are not only enough for me, you are too fucking much." Both of his hands held Freed's face and stroked into the green hair. "What the hell do you mean, you don't take me far? Do you have any idea how satisfied I feel afterward? I'm exhausted for days. You give me so much, I feel like I'm going to drown. Rather than wondering if you're enough for me, I wonder if I'm capable enough of receiving everything you give to me. So much love, I don't even know how to take it all. So much pleasure, my cock is going to blow without you. You make me do stupid things like this, a blow job in your car in a company parking garage during your lunch break. And you're so good, so fucking amazing, I want to do this again. I want you to suck me like this. But not every day, because you suck me so good—so damn good—I need to recover. You wear me out. You make me crave you more, and fall in love with you more, so deeply in love that it terrifies me. Enough for me?" He chuckled and kissed Freed, pulling him in closer. "If you gave me any more, I'd explode."

Freed felt the worries flying away, and with it the drop. Laxus' words lifted him again.

"Now, I beg of you, suck my cock before I blast cum all over your work clothes, because I seriously cannot hold back longer."

Freed gave him a quick peck, then dropped back down and bobbed his mouth onto Laxus.

"Fuck yes!" he hissed. "Fuck…"

A car pulled into the garage and parked across the way.

"Shit, Freed, do not raise up," Laxus warned sharply. "Shit! Shit!"

Laxus heard the office worker getting out of his car and the beep of the car alarm activating. He heard footsteps going right past the Corvette, and Laxus strained to hold back, tensing his entire body. He had Freed's ponytail in a death-grip as his thighs shivered.

"Hurry up, you asshole. Fucking … can't … hold back."

Luckily, the man did not look at their car. He kept going, hurrying onward to work. As soon as the footsteps faded, Freed smirked and gave a tight suck on the cock.

"Fuck!" Laxus squawked. That one movement broke everything apart, and he came instantly despite trying to delay it a little longer to be safe. "God … dammit … Fre- … Freed! Shit!"

He felt Freed's tongue and throat working, swallowing him down. Everything rushed out, and Laxus felt himself sinking into the Corvette's leather seat. His hold on the long hair loosened, and his hands dropped in surrender.

"Oh my fucking God, that was intense." He felt Freed starting to pull back, and Laxus pressed his hand on the moving head. "Don't move. Don't pull off. Not joking. Don't … move."

Laxus had not wanted to complain about it, but he had also felt off for the past few days. Hurting the man he loved took its mental toll at times. Pushing Freed into that situation left him with doubts. He could barely sleep, worried if Freed might hate all of this and leave him one day. He hated to think it was dom-drop, but it fit the description.

Now, he just wanted to be with Freed, to know he was still loved despite doing all that. He wanted Freed to still want him, need him, and love him. For just a little longer, he wanted to know Freed wanted him this desperately, enough to risk something so crazy.

"Next time we do something as intense as last Saturday," Laxus said softly, stroking through Freed's hair, "we do it on an extended weekend. At least with a free Monday so we can have another day together, just us. So I can hold you one more day."

Freed finally pulled back and wiped his lips. "Or we plan ahead of time to meet up together for lunch."

Laxus barked out a weary laugh. "And do this? Hell yes!"

Freed smiled coyly as he sat back in the driver's seat. "You didn't mind?"

"Who the hell would mind a lunchtime blow job?" he exclaimed. He tucked himself back away. "Um, do you need it, too? I can't say I'd be any good keeping hidden in a car this small, but I could jerk you off at least."

Freed shook his head. "I'm tired enough as it is. I'd probably fall asleep if you did that."

Laxus smoothed back some stray hairs that had slipped out of Freed's ponytail. "Do you feel better?"

He leaned over and rested his head on Laxus' shoulder. "Starting to. I'll probably be a little off all day."

"Call your dad. Tell him you ate something and you're feeling sick."

Freed raised up and gawked at him. "Laxus, I can't just skip work—"

"I'm giving you an order, Freed."

"And I'm telling you, no!" he shouted back. "You can order me around at home, but not here. I can't skip work. We have a project that's about to fall behind schedule. I can't slack off even a little."

"I'm seriously worried for you," Laxus snapped. "I've never had to deal with sub-drop before. Hell, if I hadn't been half-listening to the presentation on it at the exhibition, I wouldn't have known the first thing to do. I had to call Flare on the way here to see if she had any extra advice." His brow wrinkled with worries. "I feel like I let you down."

"No!" Freed cried out. "It's like you said: the fact that it happened despite all the aftercare just shows I was able to go really deep. It … was that good," he said bashfully. "You didn't let me down. You spent all weekend pampering me."

Laxus still looked perturbed, not liking that he had caused Freed to have this sort of reaction. "Has it ever happened before?"

Freed froze and wavered at answering, mouth opened and lower lip quivering.

"It has!" Laxus realized. "You never told me. Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I couldn't."

"You can always—"

"No, I couldn't." Freed pulled back and slumped against the driver's door with his arms folded. "It was after our first night. I dropped hard the next day. I couldn't focus for three days. I didn't even know what was going on, just thought it was stress from classes. I couldn't call you because I didn't have your number, didn't even know your full name, and I wasn't about to call the South Pole Club to get in touch with you."

Laxus paused, thinking back to that first night. "I totally let you down. I just took off that morning, didn't even say bye."

Freed shook his head, not wanting to get into this. "You didn't know, and I didn't even know what it was until later."

"Later?" he snapped. "It happened again?"

Freed bit his lip and looked aside. "One other time. It wasn't even that bad, but I missed a day of classes. I looked up my symptoms, thought I had the flu, but I happened to see a website that mentioned sub-drop. I … didn't want to worry you. I called you up, though. I asked if we could go on a date. I figured that was all I really needed, to have a nice day with you, get my emotions stabilized."

"It helped?" he asked.

"Y-yeah, it did."

"Then we'll do that," Laxus insisted instantly.

Freed smiled bashfully. He was so quick at jumping into things. "Really, I'll be fine."

"Bullshit. We'll go on a date, maybe not today, but this weekend. Looking forward to our date will help, too."

"But I—"

"Shut up and let me spoil you. I need it as well, you know."

Freed's eyes widened. He needed it? He suddenly realized what Laxus must mean. Last weekend was intense for him as well. He had wondered why Laxus was not coming to bed until really late. He thought it was just his nocturnal habits cropping up again, except he kept waking up early. He was hardly eating, and he was quiet yesterday during dinner. As Freed thought back on it, Laxus might have been displaying signs of dom-drop.

Freed leaned over into his boyfriend and yanked the massive arm around him, cuddling in close. "You should tell me as well if you're not doing okay."

Laxus rolled his eyes and pouted. "I'm fine."

"You're horrible at lying."

Laxus scoffed, but he pulled Freed in a little closer and kissed the top of his head. "Let's just say, I'm glad you called. I was getting down staying at home alone."

"You don't go out while I work?" Freed asked in surprise.

"Where would I go? I don't know anyone, and I don't have anywhere to hang out."

"The Fairy Tail Pub. You know the people there."

Laxus huffed out disdainfully. "I'm not exactly welcome."

"I bet they're happy to see you. We should go there again, just us. Introduce me around. We could make it our own hangout. I could meet you there after work. At the very least, if you're feeling down, you should get out of the condo. I can't imagine being locked up there all day."

"S'not so bad," he shrugged. "It's clean, air conditioned, and you have a hell of a DVD collection. I'll think about it, though. This weekend, we'll go somewhere nice. Anything you wanna do?"

Freed laughed softly. "Well, Phantom of the Opera is coming to Magnolia, but I'm sure this weekend is sold out."

"Phantom? I saw the movie, not bad. You like that stuff?"

"I adore the music of Sir Andrew Lloyd Webber."

"Cool. I'll see if I can pull some strings. Now, let's get something to eat. You need food. That is an order, too," he smiled, lifting Freed's hand and kissing the promise ring. "Eat! Feel better."

Freed blushed and started up the car. "Try not to puke. By the way, how did you manage to take the bus here?"

"Very, very sickly," Laxus grumbled. "I don't want to talk about it."

Freed smiled, put on some flute music, and left the parking garage to go to lunch.

The Corvette pulled up to the condo and stopped at the curb.

"You didn't have to drive me all the way home," Laxus insisted as he got out of the car.

"I have time. That way you don't have to take the bus back."

Laxus walked around to the driver's side and leaned in through the open window, giving Freed a kiss. "Text me whenever you can. Keep me updated."

"I'm feeling much better," Freed assured him.

"Still, let me know." He leaned in and kissed him again. "See ya after work."

"You take care as well," Freed said in worry.

"Oh trust me!" Laxus tapped Freed's lips. "I'm feeling much better now."

Freed tucked his head down with a blush.

"I'll repay you tonight … in the shower."

"Laxus!" he cried out, realizing they were in public, on the street right outside his home.

He chuckled and patted the green head. "See ya."

"Yeah, later," he smiled, and Freed drove the car quickly down the road so he would not be late returning from his lunch.

Laxus went into the condo and let himself inside. Coming home to such a perfect, high-class place was still strange. He wondered if he would ever get used to this lifestyle. He shrugged off his coat and removed his shoes. Then he walked in and flopped on the couch. He pulled out his cellphone and dialed a number he swore he would never use.

"Llywellyn Justine here."

Laxus rolled his eyes. "My God, you even answer your personal phone like a fucking businessman."

There was a squawking cry on the other line. "You! How … how did you get this number?"

"Who the fuck do you think I'm dating?" Laxus snapped. "Of course I have the numbers to Freed's family. Shut up and listen. Your family supports the opera house, right?"

"Um, yes? We supply the wines and have been donating to the arts since my grandfather—"

"Fine! Do you guys get seasonal tickets and shit?"

"Seasonal…? Y-yes, actually. We usually donate them back to the house."

"Do you have tickets for this weekend?"

"Phantom of the Opera?" Llewellyn said in instant realization. "Honestly, I usually donate the tickets back on Thursdays if we're not planning on using them. Lucky for you, today is Tuesday."

"I want two tickets," Laxus insisted.

"Yours! You need only to ask. You know I would give anything for my son."

"About that," Laxus said sternly. "Freed called me around lunch. He's not feeling well, but he's too stubborn to back down. He doesn't want to disappoint you. If you can do anything at all to lighten his duties, consider it a personal favor to me."

"Is he sick?" Llewellyn cried out, and Laxus heard all the paternal instincts swelling up in this man.

"He's working hard," Laxus smirked. "Lots of overtime." He reached down and stroked himself, thinking about that incredible blow job in the car. Fuck, that was amazing! "Don't dishonor him, though. He wants to please people," he said, stroking himself again. "You most of all, so don't humiliate him." Humiliating Freed was his job. "Just try to make sure he's not overburdened this week."

"I'll do what I can, of course. He's definitely a hard worker."

"Very hard," Laxus agreed, feeling his growing erection through his pants. He wondered how hard Freed must have gotten while sucking him. Yet he had not wanted a quick yank before lunch. Had he been denying himself? Mmm, that sounded delicious! The more Freed denied himself, the better he reacted later on.

"That boy gives everything he's got."

"Oh, he gives everything, all right. A perfectionist," Laxus agreed with a dreamy smile. He looked down at the prominent tent in his jeans. "I've gotta go. Don't tell Freed I called you."

"Of course not!" There was a playful giggle on the phone, and Llewellyn whispered, "It's our secret."

Laxus' eyes narrowed and his hand stopped stroking. "Fuck you," he said coldly. He knew calling Llewellyn could stir up problems, and so he spoke in his sternest dominant voice to show him he was not going to put up with this shit again.

On the other line, the powerful CEO stuttered like a nervous schoolboy. "Um … r-right … sorry, didn't mean to overstep."

Laxus rolled his eyes and wondered if he would ever be able to lower his guard around this bastard.

"Your tickets will be for the evening show this Saturday. They'll be at will-call under your name."

He was a bastard, but at least he was an obedient bastard. "Good man," he said stiffly, with a tone like they had agreed upon a business arrangement. No need to compliment him and make this masochist happy. "Keep an eye on Freed for me."

"Of course, Laxus," he said with familiarity, and Laxus could practically hear the blushing smile in his voice. "You can call anytime."

Laxus did not even say goodbye, just hung up on him with a pinch to his brow. He glanced down again, but the stiffness in his pants was gone. Instead, he felt an ache of libidinal disappointment.

"Dammit, I lost my hard-on because of that bastard."

He went to his computer and pulled up the video of Freed sucking him. He watched as the camera jolted and came back into focus, showing Freed's mouth working, his lips stretched, taking Laxus' cock in deep.

"Mmm, yeah," Laxus moaned. He opened the fly of his jeans and reached in to stroke himself to the video. "Oh fuck, yes."

He had not lied when he told Freed he no longer browsed online for porn. The videos they made were what he really wanted, because then he could fantasize about just the man he loved and not feel disgust as he watched some stranger fake-moaning.

He did not hurry, and he knew he probably would not come. He just wanted to keep himself hard. He could spend the rest of the afternoon edging, so that when Freed came home he would be more than ready. So he stroked slowly, watching Freed's slutty face and remembering the blow job in the car.

"Freed, you've spoiled me." Those turquoise eyes looked up at the camera, and Laxus felt his cock drip a little. "Damn, but you spoil me good."

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