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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 44

Dream Lover

Freed read through a report about the Asian market growth. One detail in particular looked promising. If they could send some representatives to Tokyo next week and close a deal…

EEEEEEEK … SHWUF … EEEEEEEK … SHWUF

Freed heard the noise behind him. He knew the sound well. Once a week, at about this time, the window washer showed up. It was like clockwork, right during the lunch hour when most of the staff was gone. Not Freed, though. The CEO rarely had that luxury. The only time he went out to eat was when he brunched with clients.

He pulled out his phone, pretending to check some texts, but turned on his camera to selfie mode. He used it as a mirror, looking behind his shoulder. It was him again. Blond, bulky muscles that showed through a wet tank top, part of a tattoo visible, tight beaten-up jeans, utility belt with safety lines hooked into the scaffold he used to reach the top floor of the building. Freed had noticed him for a while now. He was not in charge of hiring janitors, landscapers, or maintenance crew, but he had looked up this man's file in the company data bank.

Laxus Dreyar, age twenty-four. He had worked only odd jobs all his life: electrician, bouncer, something listed as "products demonstrator" which sounded fishy. No college education, no family besides an ancient grandfather, single … wonderfully single!

Freed put away his phone and stood from his desk. He walked up to the window, boldly facing the massive blond man. Their eyes locked through the pane of glass. The blond paused in his work and gave a curt nod.

"Morning, sir. I'll be done soon."

"Mmh, it's all right," Freed said with a smirk, still looking straight at him.

He saw discomfort on the scarred face and relished it. Laxus tried to return to his job, expertly swiping his blade over the glass, then using a rag to buff away any streaks. Freed knew other windows did not get such diligent care. This worker knew this window was special. It was the boss's window. Either someone told him to make sure it was wiped so there were no water streaks, or Laxus did it out of respect. Their previous window washer had not taken so much care, so Freed assumed it was not part of the standard orders. Laxus polished the window out of his own accord.

Freed noticed, too!

He tapped the side of the glass, where just a tiny streak of water was left behind. "Missed a spot."

Laxus glared at him, but he pulled out a squirt bottle hooked to his belt, normally used on the lower windows that got mud splashes or the occasional bird dropping on a window that needed extra care. He sprayed the spot, wiping it to perfection. He looked back to Freed, as if silently asking if everything was in order now so he could move on to the next window.

Oh, but Freed wasn't done admiring his view.

He shifted up close to the glass, leaned over slightly, and licked the window right over Laxus' crotch. The blond tensed up and instantly blushed at the lewd act. The step back he took rattled the scaffold. Freed raised back up with a devious gleam in his turquoise eyes.

"Missed a spot," he said again in an arrogant tone.

It took a moment for the blond to find his voice. "Sir, I clean the outside windows."

"Well, clean this," he ordered, smirking at the discomfort.

Laxus grunted in exasperation and shook his head. Damn haughty rich asshole! "Apologies, sir, but I've got windows to clean. Outside windows. There's janitors to do the inside."

Freed lifted his chin, glaring coldly now. How dare some window washer take that tone with him! "Get in here."

Laxus scoffed and shouted, "Sir…"

"Now!" he bellowed.

Laxus swore those turquoise eyes were gleaming with an evil light. He dropped his gaze, realizing he had just yelled at the goddamn CEO of the company. Shit! He was in so much trouble, and he knew it.

Softly, he muttered, "Yes, Mister Justine."

He immediately began to lower his scaffold, but he shot one last glare at Freed before dropping to the next floor. Freed swirled around and marched back to his desk, feeling peeved. Some lowly window washer, talking back to him! It was a disgrace. Punishment was the obvious solution. If it had been any other employee, Freed would have fired the person on the spot for insubordination, but this man…

This man…

Maintenance crewman or not, he was special. Perhaps they could work out a deal.

Yes, a very good deal.

A cunning smile curled on his lips. He pressed a button on his desk.

"Laki, one of the janitors will be up to see me."

"Janitor, sir?" the secretary asked in surprise.

"Yes," he smiled to himself. Oh, the scandal this could cause! It excited him to think about it. "Make sure you let him in."

"Understood, sir. By the way, sir, you do have a one o'clock appointment," she reminded, as if already knowing this would take time.

"Delay them fifteen minutes if you can."

Laki's tone of voice changed to one of sly comprehension, an accomplice in a devious scheme. "Understood, sir."

Freed sat back, picked up his cup of tea, and sipped it as he continued to peruse the article about the Asian market. He jotted down ideas on how Justine Corporation could use this to expand.

It was not even ten minutes before there was a knock on the door and Laki cracking it open to peek inside.

"Laxus Dreyar here to see you, sir."

"Thank you, Laki," he replied.

She stood aside, eying the blond wearing tight jeans and a muscle shity. She gave Freed one last keen smile, knowing the boss had chosen well, before closing the door.

Freed closed his laptop and pushed it aside. "Well, you came promptly. Maybe you'll keep your job after all."

Laxus had a scowl on his face, but he looked slightly worried as well. "Is my job in jeopardy, sir?"

Freed folded his hands on the desk and looked at him sternly. "That's going to depend."

He let out a huff and rolled his eyes, growling, "I can clean your window.

"Mmmh, but see, you talked back to me." Freed leaned forward slightly across the mahogany desk. "Do you know who I am?"

How could he not? His name was all over this building. "Yes, sir. You are Mister Freed Justine, CEO of this company."

"That's right. Do you really think it's a smart idea to talk back to me?"

Laxus looked away, barely holding back profanity, although his jaw twitched with the cursing going on in his head. Somehow, he managed to stay civil. "I apologize, sir."

Freed hummed, but shook his head. "Not enough." He stood and walked over to the window, folding his hands behind his back. "Do you like your job?" he called back.

"It pays the bills," Laxus muttered.

"Hmm … but you're not really satisfied, are you?"

What sort of interrogation was this? "It's what I can do, sir," he grumbled.

Freed turned around, smiling at him in a scheming way. "Oh, I think you can do a lot more than just wash windows, don't you?"

He walked up to Laxus. The man was much taller and almost twice as broad. Getting such a huge man under his thumb felt so satisfying. Freed knew he could do almost anything here and get away with it. Laxus knew his place, he knew whom he was dealing with, and he was slowly being beaten down.

"I think there's a lot of … hidden talent … behind these muscles." His finger traced up the bulky biceps. "Am I right … Laxus … Dreyar?"

Laxus gulped hard under the sensual touch of that slender finger. "I wouldn't know, sir."

"Oh, I think you would," he smirked, licking his lip and chuckling smugly. Suddenly, Freed turned away again, leaving the man rooted to his spot while he roamed the office freely, showing that this was his domain.

Laxus was on edge. This insanely powerful businessman was obviously flirting, and yet also seemed to be threatening him. Threats alone, he would have said fuck it all and stormed out, leaving the job behind. However, it seemed like Mister Justine was leaving a trail of bread crumbs for him to follow which would lead him back to his comfortable, simple job.

Yet at what cost?

"Do you want to keep your job?" Freed suddenly asked.

Laxus was not going to surrender that easily. "I could keep it or leave it."

Freed pouted and looked back at him, obviously disappointed. "Not very loyal, are you?"

"I'm a fucking janitor."

Freed raised an eyebrow. The man had a point. All businesses had janitors. Every single building in this city needed a cleaning crew of some sort. A man like this could probably find work anywhere.

Or so he thought!

"Would you like to continue working in this town?"

Laxus jolted at the threat. He had worked plenty of jobs up until now, none lasting more than a year. However, they had all been in Magnolia, close to where he lived. He had never lived anywhere else, nor gone more than an hour by city bus to a job.

"Sir, you don't have the authority—"

"Oh, yes I do!" Freed assured him.

His face now was dangerous, threatening, and it made Laxus shiver slightly. This was an aristocrat who knew precisely how much power he held in a world of corporate empires.

"You like living here, don't you?" Freed continued, slowly stalking back to his captured prey. "The job isn't that bad, probably one of the best paying job you've ever had, right?"

"Best paying honest job," Laxus admitted under his breath.

"Oh, you've done naughty stuff, huh?" chuckled Freed. He knew some of those jobs on Laxus' resume sounded suspicious. He walked right up to Laxus, amused by the skeptical glare as the burly man stood there so stiffly, terrified to even move wrong. "All you have to do," he said, eying him up and down and seeing how Laxus gulped, "is show me respect and obey my orders … and you keep your job. You'll even get a raise," he added with a scheming smile.

Laxus did not dare move, only staring hard down at the elegant but dangerous man. Quietly, judging his words now, he asked, "And what do I need to do?"

Freed leaned up into his face. "Company loyalty."

The answer caught Laxus by surprise. "What?"

"You have none." He stated it with disapproval, then suddenly turned away. Freed walked back to his massive desk and sat in the leather chair. He folded his hands over the tabletop and looked directly at Laxus. "I like to know that my employees are happy … and loyal. I need to know that you, Laxus, are loyal … to me."

Laxus knew he was still trapped, but he wondered if the cage was as dangerous as he feared. This confounded rich bastard kept throwing him off. What did he want? His words and actions conflicted. It left Laxus feeling unbalanced, and that was treacherous.

"What do I do, sir?"

Freed hummed in pleasure at seeing such obedience. Left without precise guidance, he would seek out instructions. Also—Freed could tell already—he would obey. "How about we start with something simple?" He yanked his hair to the side. "Massage my shoulders."

"What?" Laxus cried out, again being given something unexpected.

"Yeah. Shoulder massage," he said with an amiable smile, waving Laxus to come up to the desk. Still, the brawny janitor stood right where he was, his mouth dropped slightly. "Come on, you have muscles, large hands. Should be a simple task."

Laxus hesitated, but slowly he took a few step closer to his boss's leather throne. Freed sat up straight, his long hair tugged over one shoulder, waiting with a simple smile that hid the fact that this was merely a set up. Laxus knew it, too. Reel him in closer, get him accustomed to physical touch. Taming him! He was a wild beast, and he knew it. This man, though … this one man…

Maybe being tamed and domesticated by this man was not so bad.

Freed felt the heat of those hands on his shoulders. They were massive hands, but Laxus touched him gently, conscious of his strength, perhaps even worried about hurting him. It was a tender gesture. Laxus could have just grabbed his shoulders and crunched the muscles, yet he was diligently trying to obey, giving the best—if still awkward—shoulder massage he could.

"Oooh!" Freed moaned as the muscles stiff from working on the computer were rubbed out. "Down a little. Oh yeah!" he groaned in pleasure. "Ooh, that's the spot."

He heard a nearly silent noise behind him. His moans were obviously affecting the godlike blond. The noise, almost too quiet to be audible, made Freed's heart race with sadistic pleasure.

"Were you thinking it would be something else?" he asked slyly.

Laxus frowned but knew lying was pointless. "Somewhat, sir."

He looked around his shoulder and saw a blush on that chiseled jaw. "Were you hoping it would be something else?"

The pink tint increased drastically and Laxus cleared his throat. "I don't know what you mean, sir."

"Yes, you do."

Freed boldly reached forward, groping what was an obvious strain in the crotch of those threadbare work jeans. Laxus cried out in shock, too stunned to pull away or even move.

"You were getting excited, weren't you?" he said with an insistent touch. He knew Laxus could have stepped back, ran away, even smacked his hand aside. He didn't! That was encouraging, so Freed stroked him up and down sensually through the clothes. "Could this have been one of your dreams, one of your fantasies as you sit in some run-down tenement watching reruns … alone … no wife, no girlfriend … or boyfriend," he noted with a smirk, letting Laxus know he knew everything, every detail of his life. "And you fantasize about the one man in your life you know you could never have. He's way above you." He squeezed the thick cock tighter through the rough fabric and licked his lips. "Aren't I?"

Laxus flinched as those elegant hands pleasured him, and that aristocratic voice taunted him with his own erotic fantasies.

"So…" Freed stood and pressed his body up against the taut muscles hidden by the tank top. "…could I make you loyal to me if I make your dreams come true?" He gave another firm thrust with his hand, palming him relentlessly while staring up at the flustered face.

"S-sir!" Laxus choked.

"It'd be easy…" He caressed the gruff jaw roughened with stiff blond stubble, and Laxus pulled his face away. "…to just give in…" His thumb caressed over Laxus' chapped lips as he gazed at that foul mouth. "…isn't it?" he whispered. He rubbed along Laxus' cheek and down his throat, making him choke up and gulp hard. "So simple to just surrender all that power, all that strength." His hand stroked along the bulky shoulders and over his pectorals. "Give it all up to someone else."

Laxus panted as one hand aroused him while the other hand petted him like a dog. He looked down at the smaller man in front of him, but he could say nothing. Freed was right. Laxus feared his strength at times; letting someone else take the reins was simply more comfortable.

"Mmm, good," Freed whispered, seeing longing in those electric blue eyes. "Quite the passive one, aren't you?"

Laxus looked aside with embarrassment. "Sir…"

"Eager, too." He stroked the cock again, feeling how it struggled against the tight pants. "Good. So, how do I…" He yanked on Laxus' belt.

"Nngh!" he grunted.

"… keep you …" He snapped open the fly and yanked the zipper down. Laxus let out a sensual cry as his cock sprang free from its confines. "…loyal?"

Freed harshly yanked on Laxus' jeans and the briefs he wore underneath, pulling the clothes down his thighs. Laxus collapsed back against the desk, panting, blushing, with one regal erection shining in the sun slanting through the window.

"Look at that," Freed whispered, admiring the penis and swiping over the hot skin with a finger. "You could rip someone bad with this. Mm, nope," he decided. "I don't think I'll be taking this."

"Wh-what?" Laxus cried out. Taking?

Green hair fell over Freed's face, and one eye glared darkly. "On the desk!"

In a swift move, he grabbed Laxus, spun him around, and slammed him down. The janitor barely had time to place his hands out and prevent his face from colliding into the polished mahogany. When he instinctively struggled, Freed grabbed his blond hair and pinned him down.

"S-sir!" he cried out.

Freed licked his finger, then nudged it against Laxus' ass. "There we go." The blond trembled at the touch, but Freed's finger slipped inside. "Relax. It's all right. Room's soundproof, anyway," he assured. His finger went in deeper, and Laxus clawed at the desk. "Easy," Freed whispered, stroking his head and holding still. Slowly, Laxus breathed through it and went limp. His hands eased out of fists, and his lower body loosened. "Good," Freed praised, honestly impressed that he had accommodated the intruding finger so quickly. "This isn't your first time, is it?"

Laxus blushed in humiliation. "Nngh, sir," he mewled, not wanting to admit to his sex life, not to this man.

"You've ever done it in an office?"

Laxus shook his head.

"In public?" he asked slyly, thrusting his finger in and out. Laxus cringed as he realized he was in public. "No, huh?" Freed said, smirking knowingly. "No. You're not that sort. I can tell. You like to do it in a room, locked away, lights off." He thrust his finger in deep, and Laxus grunted as quietly as he could manage. "Yeah. You don't like to show your face to anyone, do you? Probably worried you'll scare them with this scar here." He grabbed Laxus' chin and yanked his face up.

"Sir!" he shouted in protest.

Freed leaned over him, cheek to cheek. "I'm not scared," he whispered. "No." He rubbed over the scar running over the blue eye. Then he leaned and whispered into Laxus' ear. "But you should be scared of me."

"Mister Justine—"

His words were cut off as Freed tried to force a second finger in. Laxus tensed up in real pain, so Freed reached over with his free hand, yanked open a drawer, and pulled out some hand lotion. It would have to do. He squirted it over his fingers and Laxus' ass, then tried again. Laxus groaned as the fingers slipped in smoothly.

"There. Not so bad, is it?" Freed thrust the two fingers in, stretching Laxus out, enthralled by the trembling in his thighs. "But I do have a one o'clock appointment, so as much as I would love to admire this ass even more, we'll have to make this a bit quicker."

He yanked his fingers out, and Laxus cried in both a relief to the ache and disappointment at losing that incredible feeling. Freed wiped his fingers off with a hankie and then pulled out another drawer of his desk. On the very bottom, hidden under files, was a condom wrapper. He pulled it forward and set it on the desk. Laxus' eyes widened at seeing it. Freed unzipped his suit pants, pulled out his erection, ripped open the wrapped, and rolled the condom on.

"There we go. Don't worry. I won't make a mess."

"Sir!" he shouted.

"Shh." He draped himself over Laxus' broad back and rocked his erection up against the crack of Laxus' ass. "It's all right," he whispered soothingly. Then he pulled back and asked seriously. "Isn't it?"

Laxus looked back at him. What was he asking?

Freed's face showed he was not teasing anymore. "Can I?" he requested, not making any further moves to take Laxus.

He sneered at the businessman. "If I say no?"

A disappointing question, but logical to ask it. "Then you're free to go, and you won't lose your job," he promised.

Laxus glowered, but his voice dropped softer. "And if I say yes?"

Freed smiled to see he was considering it. "You still won't lose your job. You will get a pay raise…"

"I don't want your damn money," he barked.

What a fiercely proud one! It drove Freed wild. "All right. No money involved." He caressed Laxus' cheek. "But I do want it to be consensual."

Silence. Laxus could not meet his eyes, glaring down at the desk instead. Freed waited, it felt like an eternity, but without receiving permission. He pulled back, feeling awful now for being so lewd and forceful.

"I'm sorry—"

"Do it," Laxus growled.

Freed hesitated. The last thing he wanted was to actually force an employee into unwanted sex. Only the worst bosses in the world did shitty stuff like that.

"You really don't have to—"

"Do … it!" he insisted, shooting a demanding glare back at Freed. Laxus leaned over more, presenting his ass willingly.

Freed hummed in pleasure to see such obedience. He caressed his hands over Laxus' torso and down to his hips. Partly to himself, he muttered, "I knew I picked the right one."

He grabbed Laxus' sharp hips and gave a firm thrust. The blond bowed upward, shouting as he was pierced. Freed rested only a few seconds before another thrust, stronger, slamming in and forcing Laxus flat to the desk. His slender fingers dug into the man's hips, yanking him back and thrusting in until he was fully buried. Laxus scratched the varnish of the table as he moaned at being filled.

Freed rested, panting at the tightness squeezing him so deliciously. "I have but one rule."

Laxus growled over his shoulder, "What's that?"

Freed leaned down over him, placed his lips near Laxus' ear, and whispered, "Don't … come … on my desk."

Don't come? "Shit," he sneered. He hated holding back, especially with how riled up this damn rich boy had made him.

Freed slid back, watching his cock retreat from that incredible, muscular ass. He scratched along the tattoos on Laxus' back, wanting him so desperately. Months! Months of watching this man clean his window, a view of divine perfection, right there in front of him, yet out of reach, a pane of glass separating him from this Norse god. Now here he was, spread out before him, the perfect man … and all his!

He thrust in, wanting this body, this soul. Wanting to touch and claim that which had been denied him, a teasing show through his window, a view of heaven but untouchable to a mortal. He was a god in the garb of a lowly janitor.

But more than that.

Freed listened as his thrusts made Laxus moan and cry out with such a deep, powerful, rapturous voice. Freed knew he was spoiled, raised in a world of privilege. So what! When he wanted something, he got it. He used brainpower—not just money—to get what he desired. He used skill, tactics, sometimes he resorted to threats and intimidation. Whatever worked.

He knew for many months now, he wanted this man.

As he fucked this herculean swain, he felt such intense satisfaction that he did not have to use foul tactics or money to get him. He came willingly. Freed probably could have just knocked on the glass and said "Let's fuck" and he would have gotten what he wanted.

That willingness was the true pleasure. Knowing his partner was not here for a reward, or cowed into obedience … knowing he was giving himself purely for the pleasure of being taken my this influential CEO … him, a janitor, and yet of godlike build, and Mister Justine, one of the richest and most powerful men in the city … that was what made this incredible.

It was what spurred Freed on as his hips pounded into the brawny ass.

"Slow down, sir," Laxus cried out.

"Nope," he replied, panting as he kept thrusting. "I've got an appointment … one o'clock … so we've got to be finished before then."

"Sir!" Laxus groaned.

God, he loved hearing Laxus call him sir! "Sorry it's a quick one today."

"S-sir!" Laxus reached a hand down, grabbing his cock and squeezing to stop himself from giving in to the relentless pleasure.

"Don't," Freed ordered as his body drew up. "Not yet." So close! "Not … yet."

A few more thrusts, pressure building, tension mounting, desperation and a loss of reality, just a need, so primal, so instinctive, so intense. He needed this man. Needed him! Needed to show him what had been building up for month, what fantasies kept him up at night, what lewd desires had filled his body, and to fill him with the same. Fill him! Claim him! Share this lust.

Suddenly his body felt a snap, then an intense rush. Freed stilled, convulsed, and for a few seconds he was not some powerful businessman. He was just a man with a need. He needed Laxus!

And he had him.

Claimed him.

His!

He sank as that brief moment of bliss melted. His god. His incredible herculean lover.

Maybe not a lover yet. All he did was fuck him over a desk. Still … his! It felt so satisfying to have him, right here, in his office, within his domain.

"You didn't come, did you?"

Laxus still had a hand down on his cock, barely holding back. "No, sir," he choked out, although he knew he would come soon.

"Good," he praised, stroking the blond hair now stiff with sweat.

So obedient! Freed smiled as he slipped out. Laxus moaned at the fullness going away so soon, leaving his ass twitching with aches and his body thrumming with voracious passion. Freed took a tissue and discreetly wrapped up the condom. Then he zipped his pants back up. Not a speck. Still, Laxus stayed down, trembling slightly. Such a good man, waiting patiently.

"Up!"

"What—?"

Before he could ask, Freed grabbed Laxus and practically threw him against the window. Laxus tripped on his lowered jeans and landed with his face smashed to the glass. He feared for a few seconds that the glass might shatter and he could fall thirty stories to his death. However, Laxus knew full well from his work cleaning these windows, they were shatter-proof. Even a massive blow might crack them, but they would not splinter into a million pieces. He was safe against this window, no matter how hard Freed pushed him against the pane.

Instantly, Freed was behind him and grabbed the arousal. Laxus let out a sensual moan at finally being touched, that carnal need fulfilled, and those hands … oh God, those hands! He was used to his own thick fingers, roughened from manual work. Those slender hands were soft, smooth, and they touched him like silk. Laxus shivered at their caresses. He had never known a hand as gentle as this.

"Sir!" he whimpered, fearing he could not last more than a few seconds now.

"Look at that view," Freed said laconically, resting his chin on Laxus' shoulder. "Isn't it beautiful?" He glanced over and saw Laxus' face tensed up, not even looking. "Yes. It's a commanding view … don't you think?" He ended with an equally commanding voice ordering him to look.

Slowly, Laxus obediently opened his eyes. The city sprawled out below him. Far down, he saw the bus line he took to work. The sidewalks were full of people on their lunch breaks. Cars rushed by. There was a small park where Laxus sometimes ate his lunch by a stone fountain. Overhead, he saw an airplane on its way to Magnolia Airport. Such a crowded city!

"Sir," he managed to say as his throat tensed at being smashed against the glass and forced to look out at the world.

"Especially when the windows are nice … and clean."

He rubbed the tip of Laxus cock against the cold glass, getting him to shiver from the chill. Pre-cum smeared the window and began to drip. Freed licked his lips as he saw the moist mess and how Laxus cringed, also realizing the mess he was making, and dreading the bigger mess impending.

"You can see the whole city from up here," he said, but Laxus' eyes were closed again, trying to ignore it. Nope, that would not do. Freed pressed up behind him, really shoving Laxus flush against the glass, including his cock pressed in, the skin smashed into the glass. Freed leaned into the flushed ear, and sadistically whispered, "Do you think they can all see you?"

Laxus shivered as he wondered about that. The windows were tinted, but not fully one-way. Anyone who happened to look up would definitely see him, pressed up helplessly, his cock out, the dripping mess … they would see.

"Sir," he choked, almost in tears, not daring to come, not like this, with the whole world able to watch him.

"But you see…" Freed pulled his hips back, giving just enough room to grab Laxus again and jerk him mercilessly.

"Ah!" he cried out, trying to hold back, but those silky hands were quickly defeating him.

"…for how nice and clean the outside window is, the inside … well, they just get dirty so quickly."

Laxus cringed as more pre-cum leaked and Freed rubbed the dripping cock against the window again, drawing wet circles over the chilly glass.

"I need someone to wash them. Wash the inside and the outside, so I can enjoy my view."

"Sir … sir, I … nnngh … going…"

Freed felt wetness on his hand and saw the drips down the window. Such a messy cock, probably denied release for a long time. The sweat on Laxus' forehead smeared the window, and his clawing hands left fingerprints all over the pristine glass. It was a glorious mess.

"You made this window rather dirty, didn't you?" he admonished. "Oh well. You'll just have to wash it."

"Sir … but … I'm—"

"It's all right," he said soothingly, keeping his stroking wrist even and swift. "The window's dirty anyway."

Laxus shook his head, straining not to come, not here, not against the window facing the whole world.

"Just look at that view," Freed sighed, savoring the struggle. "Yes … and just think: they can see you."

Laxus stubbornly shook his head. "Sir! Mr. Justine, please!"

Damn, he loved hearing Laxus call him Mister Justine. He kissed the shell of his ear and nipped the bright pink earlobe.

"Come on," Freed urged, knowing how close Laxus was by the shivering of his body.

Laxus shook his head again. "Please!" He wanted to hold back, wanted it anywhere but here. Such humility, such depravity … but such dominance! Such boldness!

Freed licked up the side of his neck, and Laxus gasped. His weak spot! It sent a chill down his spine. He lost his concentration, and with it he cracked. He felt the pleasure surge through him, and he could not stop it, not anymore.

Freed felt the surge in his hand and looked down as milky white splashed onto his office window. It was so thick, and so much, spurt after spurt, until it dripped all the way to the carpet. Thick creaminess smeared the glass, and he heard a moan of pleasure from Laxus.

"Good. Very good," he praised. Laxus sank and trembled with humiliation, but Freed stroked his head and kissed the side of his neck again. "Very good," he whispered tenderly.

Laxus looked around, eyelashes wet, but a smile struggling on his lips. "Sir?"

"It's all right," he assured, stroking his hair with a gentle, pleased smile. He rested his forehead against the sweat-drenched brow, proud of his brute. He heard a sigh of silent satisfaction, and it made Freed feel intense warmth inside.

However, a piercing buzz interrupted the moment. Laki's voice came over a speaker. "Sir, your one o'clock is here."

"Perfect timing," he sighed, glad yet slightly suspicious on precisely how Laki knew they were done now. He stepped back and got a tissue to clean Laxus. As he diligently wiped up the drooping, spent cock, he saw the smears all over the glass. "Oh, this window really does need to be cleaned," he muttered. Meeting clients with sweaty handprints and cum all over the window was simply out of the question. He threw away the tissue and squirted some disinfectant gel onto his hands. "Stay in here," Freed ordered. "Clean it."

Laxus weakly yanked his pants back up, tucked himself away, and pulled on his belt. "Where … where are you going, sir?" he asked, still trying to catch his breath after such an exhausting struggle.

"Well, I have some clients to meet," he stated, as if it was obvious. "They're very important, so make sure this window is spotless."

Damn rich boy! Still, Laxus did not really mind. It was his mess, and he had definitely enjoyed it. "I'll clean it, sir."

"Good. Oh, and … stay around," he mused, smiling with intrigue. "Go get yourself a cup of coffee, and once I'm done, let's talk about your future in this company." He walked back up to Laxus and caressed his rough jaw. "I think your future is looking very promising." He grinned, then spun around, waving as he walked off. "Toodle-lo!"

Laxus frowned at being left so quickly after such an intimate moment. It was not the way he liked sex to end, simply dismissed and ordered to go back to his job of cleaning. "Mister Justine?" he called out.

Freed stopped by the office door and looked back around. "Yes?"

"I … that is…" He folded his arms in a surly posture and grumbled, "I wouldn't mind … doing this again."

Such pride! It tingled Freed's heart. "I'm glad."

He began to reach for the doorknob, but his hand slowly drew back. He also did not like ending it like this. It wasn't right! He turned around and walked back. Laxus already had his window washing bottle and a rag out. Freed yanked them out of his hands, threw them to the floor, and grabbed Laxus to him by his belt loops.

"Wh-what?" he cried out in shock.

"Shhh." Freed tiptoed up and kissed him, just a peck on the lips. He felt Laxus stiffen, stunned by the romantic move, and when he pulled back, those blue eyes were massive in surprise. "You're a good man, and I do believe you'll be loyal now."

Laxus scoffed and rolled his eyes. However, he answered, "Yes, sir."

"Good." He tapped Laxus on the nose and pulled back. "I like my employees to be happy." He began to walk to the door again.

"So am I just another one of your employees?" Laxus called out, scowling.

Freed froze and spun back around. "Oh, don't get me wrong." What a clingy man! Yet Freed liked that. "You've made my view of this world … enjoyable. Better than it's ever been."

Laxus still had a sour face, and Freed dared not leave with him looking so upset. They faced one another until finally Laxus built up the courage to say more. "May I ask something personal, sir?"

He arched an eyebrow. "All right."

Laxus glared down as he asked, "How many men have you fucked over this desk?"

Freed laughed softly. Jealous already? How endearing! "None."

"Women?"

"Definitely none!" he snapped, slightly affronted by the question.

"Just me?"

Freed sighed, walked back up to him, and cupped his cheeks with both hands, forcing his eyes back over. Such intense blue! He could lose himself for eternity in those empyrean eyes.

"Only you," he swore. He leaned into his comforting chest and listened to the beating heart. "Only you, Laxus."

He felt a hand on his head, and he looked up, hoping Laxus believed him. By the tender smile, he did. Freed sighed in relief. His tip-toed up, and they kissed, so gently, so uncertainly. However, when they pulled back, both knew this was not enough. Laxus wrapped his arms around Freed's lithe body. He leaned over so Freed could rest flat on his feet, and their kiss lingered.

Freed's hands roamed up the broad back to the short blond hair, ruffling through it, before clutching at his hair and pulling him down closer, thrusting his tongue in. God, what a taste! He hummed, wondering if he would ever not be amazed by this godlike being of perfection.

Freed leaned back, running both hands over the broad shoulders, panting, knowing he wanted more, so much more.

Freed shoved Laxus backward, down to the desk again. Laxus was forced to sit on the mahogany top, and Freed sidled up between his thighs. Laxus grabbed Freed's ass and pulled him in. Now, they were the perfect even height. They kissed, faces almost level with one another. Damn, what a kisser!

Then Laxus' arms yanked him in, moaning "Mister Justine." Freed crash up against him until they both leaned back, making out on top of the desk. Wet, sloppy kisses, blind groping, a new want, a new craving, not sexual like before, but deeper. Freed wanted to kiss this man until all the month of passion could be conveyed in a single day.

There was another buzz, and Laki's voice was stricter. "Mister Justine, your appointment."

He hummed in annoyance and muttered between kisses, "Delay them five minutes."

Laki obviously heard the amatory hums, and she said knowingly, "Understood, sir."

Freed kept kissing Laxus, clinging to him, never wanting to leave this happiness.

"You should go see them," Laxus said right over those insistent lips.

"Mmh … I will," he muttered, kissing, nipping, not stopping. "…later." His hands clutched Laxus' firm jaws and he kissed him all over while those powerful arms held him so desperately. "Mmm … only you," he swore.

The dream faded as the sun peeked through the bedroom curtains. Freed opened his eyes and knew already … he needed to clean the sheets.

Later.

He did not even mind, not when the dream that made the mess was so incredible!

"Mmh, what a good dream!" he hummed, stretching out his shoulders. He saw the sunlight gleam on his promise ring and held it out, admiring the token of affection. "Laxus…" he sighed wistfully, missing him. The bed felt so empty without his love beside him.

However, the dream fluttered in his chest, shoving aside all doubts and depression, filling Freed with the warmth of affections. With such an amazing future ahead of him, the present loneliness was drowned.

And what a future!

"Someday," he said with a smug chuckle.

He loved the idea, fucking Laxus in his father's office and making him come against the window, like how Laxus had pressed him up against the window to watch the sunrise the morning after their first time together. And to scratch up his father's desk with Laxus' desperate clawing … damn! To take Laxus, claim him, order him around, right there in the office where he would rule a vast corporate empire one day. It was definitely one of his favorite fantasies.

He sighed to himself. That future felt so far away. Still… "Someday."

He slowly peeled back the blanket and saw the moistness. He had slept naked just like Laxus ordered, so it was everywhere. So messy! He wondered what Laxus would say if something like this ever happened when they were sleeping together. Probably, he would punish Freed for taking pleasure with his dream-self and not with him directly.

Yes, punished good!

Or what if Laxus woke up one morning, cursing at his own mess? It had not happened yet, but it could. Freed would definitely tease him about it, humiliate him, make him regret wasting an orgasm on some dream and not having it with him. Mmm … and Laxus would blush in shame. He would make it up to Freed. Maybe apologize by sucking him off, right there, morning sunlight slanting in, before they even left the bed.

He blushed at the idea. God, he missed Laxus already!

He rose out of bed and began to bundle up the ruined sheets to wash them before they dried and stained the satin. On his way to the washing machine, he passed a picture of him and Laxus hanging on the wall.

"I wonder what you're up to today," he asked the photo.

He gave the picture a light kiss before walking on. Laundry, a shower, breakfast, and he needed to text Laxus at eight o'clock to make sure he was awake. Then it was another day slaving in the office. Damn, that dream was going to haunt him, he just knew it!

At least it would not cause an issue that could get embarrassing. Laxus had ordered him to wear the chastity belt. His cock would be caged, unable to rise. Maybe Laxus had ordered that on purpose, knowing Freed too well, knowing he would keep thinking about Laxus, wanting him, desperate for him. The cock cage would keep him tamed. He would wear it until Laxus returned, no matter how long it took.

Hopefully, not long.

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