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Of Lightning and Long Locks	By : Rhov Category: +. to F > Fairy Tail Views: 2451 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 5
Quirks
There were not many large storms near Magnolia. Even in the wildest Spring weather, the worst they might get was monsoon winds and downpours. Lightning, though, was a rarity.
That meant Laxus did not get to snack too often.
The irony was, he used to be terrified of thunderstorms as a child. His father always looked disgusted when Laxus would yelp at the bright flash of lightning and crack of thunder in the night. He sometimes wondered if that was why Ivan had put the lacrima of a lightning dragon into him, although how rare such lacrima was, it was probably just bad luck for him.
By the time he reached his teens, some people in the guild teased Laxus for being a storm chaser. Now he was powerful enough to not need to eat lightning to recharge, but if he happened to be in a storm, it was good to treat himself and power up a bit.
He hiked up into the hills outside of town. Out there, he stretched his hands out, feeling the rain pelting him. The world flashed, his ears rang with the boom, and he felt the energy of the storm flowing through him.
The boy who once feared lightning now devoured it.
Although Laxus had told him to go home, Freed followed some distance behind. He saw flashes up ahead, lighting the world into brightness and long shadows, then the crack of thunder slowly getting louder as he got closer, until it hurt his ears.
"Lightning Dragon's Heavenward Halberd!"
He was close, and he saw the flash from the attack through the trees. There were more flashes. Was Laxus calling the lightning down to him?
Freed knew one rule about fighting near Laxus: you gave him space. It was common for Laxus to pull the strongest fighter away and let Freed, Bickslow, and Evergreen handle the rest. It was not an insult to them. Their magic worked best on large groups. Evergreen could turn a whole crowd to stone, Bickslow just had to look into someone's eyes to control their soul, and when given enough time, Freed could enchant an entire city with his runes. Laxus fought best one-on-one, and when he went all out, sometimes his magic got … well, reckless. All of them had been accidentally electrocuted by him at least once. Bickslow, a few times.
So when Freed felt tingles in his short, green hair strands, he knew not to get too much closer. If he still had his long hair, it would have been standing straight up with all the static in the air.
"I smell you, you know," Laxus called out.
Freed said nothing. He knew there was no way to hide from Laxus. He probably knew Freed had been following since the very beginning. However, since he had not told him to go away, that was as good as an invitation … to keep his distance, at least.
Lightning struck again, and Freed took an instinctive step back as he felt the tingle in the air. In the midst of the flash, he saw Laxus with his face raised and his mouth open, devouring the jolt that would kill most men. Although Laxus had just chopped off a bunch of his long hair, now his hair stuck out around him, a victim to the static in the air, spiked with the rain, until he looked like some terrifying beast out of a nightmare.
And yet Freed knew this was the man he adored … the man he loved.
Freed watched in silent awe until Laxus finally stretched out his neck and wiped his mouth, as if he truly had just eaten a dessert. He stepped down from the crest of the hill, and the crazy lightning settled down to a soft, low rumble. Freed remained planted, looking at the man with longish blond hair. He hardly even looked like Laxus anymore.
"Let's go," the blond said in a deep command.
Despite how he looked, the voice was the same, and it calmed Freed's racing heart. Those blue eyes were not gentle for most people, but amongst his closest friends, Laxus' tender side shined brighter than any flash of lightning.
Freed walked beside him back down the hill as the storm drifted away. The wet ground sucked at their boots, but they made it back into the small town and to the hotel room they were going to share. They heard loud snoring down the hall; that would be Bickslow. Freed saw the time and guessed Evergreen was also asleep. They had stayed out a lot later than Freed meant.
"You can get the shower first," said Freed.
"No, really, you can."
"Laxus." Freed tugged on the blond hair. Although Laxus had used his lightning to sear it off, already it was reaching Laxus' shoulders again. "You'll catch a cold."
Laxus stuck his lower lip out like a petulant child. With abashment, he admitted, "I have no fuckin' clue how to wash long hair."
Freed stared at him in surprise. "Haven't you ever showered with a woman?"
"Sure, but I didn't wash her hair."
"Pour on shampoo, scrub into a lather, rinse with water. Seriously, how hard is that?"
"Of course you think it's easy," Laxus snapped. "You had time for your hair to get long, and to get used to it. I'm a freak!" he yelled, tearing at the wet locks. "I can fucking feel my hair growing longer as I stand here. Ya know what? Screw the shower. By the time I wake up, most of my hair will be magically back and unwashed, so screw it."
He spun around and began to storm off, but Freed snatched his sleeve.
"I … can do it."
Laxus had to admit, part of him was really hoping that Freed would eagerly offer to wash his hair for him. Freed always offered to wash his back, or even give him massages. He had grown used to it, and he really liked those moments. The fact that Freed sounded less-than-thrilled made him feel like he was just taking advantage of his generosity.
"Don't bother. I'll just wash down and—"
"I said I'll do it," he cut in. "You're grumpy now, I know you take annoyingly long showers when you're grumpy, and I'm cold from the rain, so I should warm up as well, right? If I were to catch a cold, who would take care of you? But brush your teeth first. You forgot your toothbrush—again—so use mine. We'll buy you one in the morning. You are incredibly high-maintenance, you know that?"
Laxus looked at Freed. Despite his little tirade, his eyes were down and his face flushed. What was running through his mind? Was he mad? Annoyed? Embarrassed? Just as Laxus began to wonder, and even hope, that this might mean more to Freed, those turquoise eyes glared up, and it was the leader look he often had.
"Brush your teeth, and then I will wash your hair and scrub your back," he said decisively.
Laxus knew not to argue.
Deep down inside, Freed was torn. He had washed Laxus many times, but he knew that was just indulging himself. He always went to Laxus, asking for the honor of washing him. Rarely had Laxus been the one to request Freed's help. While the request stunned him and made him self-conscious, he had come to a conclusion.
Laxus was asking because he trusted Freed. Obviously, he was not asking because he was attracted. If Laxus actually was attracted to him, he would never ask to shower together, because it would be too embarrassing and personal. This was just a moment between close friends, nothing more. He could not let his emotions get in the way of Laxus' needs.
They went to the bathroom, and Freed prepared the shower, getting it to the heat he knew Laxus liked. He heard the toothbrush—He's skimping on how long to brush again—then rustling clothes behind him, but Freed forced himself not to look as Laxus stripped. Then he saw out of the corner of his eye, that muscular, tattooed body coming up. He pulled his hand back from the raining shower and stepped aside.
"It should be hot enough," he said, and he moved away, struggling not to look down at what was hanging between Laxus' legs.
Freed faced the other way as Laxus got into the shower. He looked at himself in the mirror and saw that short haircut again. He had hated that haircut. It marked his dishonor, obeying Laxus over the entire guild, fighting and nearly killing people who should have been friends. Laxus, however, said the short hair looked good. Freed glanced back. Laxus had not closed the shower door, leaving it open for Freed to join him.
Freed gazed at his whole body, allowing himself this one guilty pleasure. He seriously wanted that body! He loved Laxus and worshiped him, to the point where he had turned against his guild for him. Everything about him: his strength, his gentleness, his quirks, his sense of justice, his dark side, his tender side, his eyes, his muscles, his ass, his hair … even long, even with Laxus leaning his head back into the streaming water and letting his golden hair sweep down his back, Freed loved it and yearned to touch it.
That was partly why he knew that washing Laxus' hair was so dangerous. In bathhouses, he was covered down below while scrubbing Laxus' back, and there were other people around to keep his mind on the moment and not lost thinking about the could-have-beens. He played it off as just being a trustworthy friend, but the truth was, it thrilled him too greatly.
"Hurry up, before you catch cold," Laxus ordered.
Freed removed his wet clothes. He simply had to do this, to attend to Laxus like he always did. Laxus trusted him, as two guys and two teammates.
Dammit … he wished he knew a rune to kill his arousal. He would have to look into that later.
"Freed?"
He covered himself below with his hands and moved toward the shower.
"Modest as always," Laxus said in a lightly teasing tone.
Before stepping into the shower, Freed knew he had to move his hands away. When he did, Laxus' eyes went straight down to the erection.
"Oh," he said, sounding stunned.
"It's just a natural reaction. I'm cold and wet," Freed lied, and he moved into the water. "It'll go away once I warm up."
Laxus tried not to think too much about it, but he still had to wonder. Of course, arousals happened no matter what, but could it also be because of him? Even if Freed was not in love with him—Obviously, he isn't!—he could still admire the male body. Laxus realized he had gotten hard a few times when Lucy managed to lose her clothes, or that one time when Mira and Erza went sub and dom on each other. Most of the men in Fairy Tail got hard seeing that! Yet he was not in love with any of them.
"Ya ever get hard for Gray?" he suddenly asked.
Freed's eyes widened, and an astonished "What?" fell off his dropped-open mouth.
"I was just thinking about boners."
"Please don't."
"I've gotten hard when one of the girls ends up naked. Just can't help it, ya know. So I was wondering if you've ever had that problem with guys like Gray. He ends up naked on a daily basis. Does it work the same way with you? You see a naked guy and bam, tent in your pants?"
Freed was about to tell him not to make crude small talk, but he supposed this was Laxus' way of normalizing his embarrassing situation. Laxus was talking about this to show Freed that it was okay and he was not disgusted. It was his way of being kind.
"Perhaps at first. I recall, he was fourteen and I was sixteen the first time I saw Gray strip out of his clothes at the guild. It was … awkward."
"Did you dream about him?"
"Laxus!"
"I once had a totally terrifying dream about Erza. Most awkward few days of my life after that dream. I could barely look at her."
"Why terrifying?" he asked, curious although he did not want to hear about Laxus and women.
"She was a total dominatrix and had me tied up."
Freed choked and turned away. His arousal had almost gone down with talking, but now he could not get the image out of his head of Laxus bound in ropes, struggling and blushing, but himself instead of Erza, smirking down at his helplessly ensnared slave.
"Sorry," Laxus muttered. "That's probably disgusting to you."
He could say nothing, because his mind would not erase the erotic scene and his throat was tight with holding back a sensual groan.
"So, can you get my hair?"
Freed almost wanted to flee. He wanted to get out of there and jerk off to what he saw in his imagination just now. He realized that image would haunt him for weeks.
"Hair! Right." He had to focus, get his task done, and maybe … no, if he jerked off, Laxus would be able to smell it. He had grumbled before about hating that he could smell cum when Bickslow did that sort of thing in the shower.
"Freed?"
"Shampoo!" he demanded. Just get it over with.
However, as he poured shampoo onto Laxus' hair and worked it in, he slowed down. Laxus with long hair! What a weird and unique opportunity.
"Let me know if it's okay," Freed said, getting the shampoo to the tips.
Laxus hummed, obviously enjoying it. Freed smiled to himself and slowly relaxed. Sure, Laxus in bondage was a great image to have, but this right here, attending Laxus, assisting him, pleasuring him in this simple way, was also really nice.
"You know," Freed said casually, "I've never actually washed long hair besides my own." He chuckled to himself. "This is a first."
Laxus recalled how he wanted a first. "Brushing hair, now washing hair?"
"Long hair," he corrected.
Ah … only long hair. Freed had dated and had serious boyfriends. He had likely showered with men before, but at least washing this cursed long hair was a first. Shampoo, then conditioner, all rinsed, and then Freed offered to scrub his back, moving the hair to the side so he could wash the whole thing. He then gave Laxus a massage.
"You're tense," he noted as he pressed his thumbs into the huge shoulders.
"Been stressed with this hair. It's probably putting a strain on my neck. I'll be fine; it'll go away eventually."
Freed hummed. He was starting to like the long hair. Maybe it didn't look good on a guy like Laxus, but it was nice to play with it.
Laxus turned around. "All right, let me get you."
Get … him?
'He's straight, you idiot. Just shut up, turn around, and let him return the favor. It's just sharing a shower between friends. It means nothing.'
Freed allowed Laxus to wash his back, although he realized he did not offer to get his hair. Laxus had said he showered with women, but he never washed their hair. Maybe that was something he did not like to do.
"I miss your hair," he heard Laxus mutter, almost too softly to catch.
He missed it? Maybe he actually would have liked to wash Freed's hair. Doubtful, but it was a nice thought.
"Damn."
He glanced around, worrying if Laxus was okay, only to see him blushing and erect … very erect.
'Holy shit!'
He had seen Laxus naked before, but never like that. It was intimidating … and oh-so-tempting. Freed looked away, eyes wide, trying to calm himself.
He was just inches away from Laxus. If he took a step back, he would feel that massive cock pressed up against his skin. Damn, he wanted it, and those desires made him aroused all over again.
"I'll get out so you can deal with that," Freed offered.
"You haven't finished washing."
"It's fine. You … you can deal with that."
"Freed."
"Sorry."
"Hey, you got nothing to be sorry about."
Of course not. Laxus wasn't aroused for him. Of course he wasn't! So … why was he? Was it something he was thinking about? Maybe he was thinking about Erza again. That was always dangerous! She'd probably beat Laxus up, and Freed honestly wasn't sure who would win in a fight between Laxus and Erza.
Laxus muttered deeply, "You gotta deal with your issue, too."
Fuck! He saw!
"Don't do it in the main room or I'll be smelling it all night. How about you—"
"I can step out…"
"—do it in here?"
Freed looked back at Laxus in astonishment. "Here?"
Laxus shrugged awkwardly. "I need to deal with this, and so do you."
Freed's heart was racing so hard, he had to breathe faster to stop feeling dizzy. "Do you mean—" No! Stop! Of course he doesn't mean that. "Do you … want a hand job?"
"No!"
Of course not.
"Freed, I may like your massages, but I would never force you to do that."
It would not be forcing him. Freed wondered if there was a way to offer without sounding totally whorish.
"The cum gets washed away in the shower, so I don't have to smell it for very long." Laxus turned his back. "We can just do it like this, back to back, so we don't have to watch each other. If that's too weird, I'll get out so you can make it a quick one and I'll take care of myself later."
"No, we … that is, if it's not disgusting to you, doing something like that with another man next to you."
"If it's you, I don't mind."
Freed's cheeks went pink, and he looked away. "You honor me too much with your trust."
Laxus looked down and felt an ache in his heart. It wasn't so much about trust as curiosity. Damn, he wanted so much more! He wanted Freed's hands on him and to watch him, to hear him moan and smell him sweat.
"Can … can we switch places?" Freed felt his heart pounding too hard to talk normally. "I prefer to have the water running on me, if that's okay. Also, that way you're not disgusted so much with my smell."
Laxus wanted to assure him, it was not disgusting. It was wonderful! He could already smell a slight change, and he wanted to be close to Freed precisely because he wanted to smell more. However, if he said all that, he knew it would gross him out. The ladies Laxus had slept with were always disgusted whenever he said he could smell them.
So Laxus kept quiet and just moved to the side so they could switch places in the shower. As they slid past one another, he felt Freed's ass brush past his own, soft and smooth. Laxus looked over his shoulder briefly. Damn, what an ass!
"Better?" asked Laxus.
"Yes, thank you."
Freed actually wanted to be closer to the shower because he hoped it would mask his sounds. He was known for being … less than quiet in the bedroom. Many of his boyfriends had commented on just how noisy he could get during sex. Although Laxus' hearing was keen, maybe the sound of the shower would drown it out a little bit. If he could mask any noises he made even a little, that would make this less awkward for both of them.
"Right then," Laxus muttered, and he wrapped his fingers around his cock.
Freed glanced back, saw Laxus' wrist getting to work, and slammed his eyes shut. How could Laxus ask to do this? Why? He knew Freed was gay. Did he seriously not realize how tempted he would be?
Laxus trusted him. Maybe this was a way to show Freed just how far that trust went. Freed did not trust himself, though. If he told Laxus that he was not comfortable with this, it might hurt Laxus' feelings. If he told Laxus that the reason he was not comfortable was because he seriously wanted to feel Laxus' hand stroking him and to suck on that massive cock until he choked … no way could he admit that!
Was it really okay to do this, although the reason Freed was aroused was because of Laxus himself? Wasn't this taking advantage of his best friend?
If he stepped out, Laxus would not scold him. He would also never do this again around Freed, thinking it was too much. Part of Freed silently hoped that maybe their friendship could include even this level of trust, because he really liked the idea of sharing this sort of sensual experience with Laxus. It was a greed desire, but one that he still wanted.
Laxus realized Freed had not made an effort to touch himself yet. Maybe this was too much. He was being greedy, asking Freed to do this. He had asked things of him before that Freed was not fully willing to do. Still, not only was this something Laxus really wanted to experience on a selfish, sensual level, it was a level of trust they had not experimented with yet. He wanted Freed to trust him more and more. Maybe … this was too much.
Still, Laxus was determined to do this. His selfish side wanted it, and he wanted to convince Freed that it was okay.
"What if one day I broke both arms, and I needed someone to help me jerk off? Could I trust you to do that?"
"Absolutely," Freed said without hesitation.
Laxus just grunted as if satisfied with the answer, and Freed heard him continue on with stroking himself.
'Wait, what sort of question was that? Was it to show trust?'
"What about me?" Freed asked, slightly curious. "If I broke both of my arms—"
"I wouldn't let anyone else jerk you off but me."
Shit! Freed had to grab himself as a spike of desire jolted him worse than any electrical zap.
"That is, if you'd want me to."
"Yes!" Freed said, a little too loudly, a little too needy. He slapped his hand over his mouth and began to stroke himself as he allowed his imagination to drift, him sitting on the couch with his arms out of the way, letting Laxus do all the work, like pulling his cock out, stroking it, uncertainly at first, but slowly growing bolder, pleasuring Freed, maybe even leaning over to suck on him. 'Shit, I want that.'
"If you ever need help like that, I want you to ask me."
Never in his life had Freed actually wanted to break his arms before, but if it meant Laxus might actually touch him … if he could feel Laxus stroke him, feel those thick, strong fingers gliding up and down…
Laxus listened back, trying to match Freed's rhythm, but he realized he was going rather fast all of a sudden. He glanced over his shoulder, sneaking a peek at Freed's cock and how his slender fingers looked wrapped around it. He sneered silently as his cock tensed even more in desire, and he tried to focus back on himself. Shit! He had asked Freed that question just to show he trusted him, hoping to keep him in the shower and not running in prudishness. He had not expected the question to be flung back at him, and he had never imagined that Freed would react that way. It really seemed to turn him on.
Could he actually like the idea?
"Freed?"
It was faint, but he heard a moan. Shit! Laxus said nothing else, trying to listen over the noise of the shower. Freed was breathing through his nose to silence himself, he still had a hand over his mouth, but Laxus heard him breathing fast and hard, synced awkwardly with his stroking hand. He heard a whimper, which Freed tried to suppress, but it was there. Then another moan, choked down, but not in time for Laxus to miss it. Freed was a lot more vocal than he had imagined him to be, and Laxus wondered how he might sound if that hand was not covering his mouth, if he was open about it, moaning his name, whimpering for him, panting hard from his own hand.
Shit, he was not going to last long!
"Freed."
He meant to warn him that he would come, and the shower would sweep the cum over to the drain, where Freed's feet were. If that was gross to him, he should step out of the way, or maybe trade places. However, the deep groan and surge in smell as Laxus said his name snapped something in him.
"Freed?" he said again, and sure enough, hearing his voice was making Freed's smell of arousal skyrocket. "Fuck!"
Blame it on the lightning he ate and the power surging through his body, making him wilder than usual, but Laxus suddenly turned around and grabbed Freed, pulling him in close. He pulled away the hand covering that noisy mouth, and Freed gasped at the forceful embrace.
"Just imagine I'm one of your boyfriends," Laxus said gruffly, and he reached down to stroke Freed's cock.
"Laxus!" he moaned, and Freed leaned back into him. "Oh God!"
It was precisely what he had been imagining with every sound of Laxus' voice, his name on those lips, and now he felt that terrifyingly huge cock pressed up against his ass, rocking against him, humping against his lower back. Freed tried to cover his mouth again, but Laxus reached up and yanked the hand away.
"Let me hear you."
The moan he had hoped to squelch came out, echoing through the shower.
"Shit, Freed."
Freed slammed both hands on the shower wall to hold himself up as he felt himself tensing more and more, too overwhelmed to stop or think or care or anything but needing it.
Laxus saw Freed clawing into the wall. Was he scared? He didn't smell scared, but to be honest, he could not smell anything over the arousal and sweat of their bodies.
"Laxus," he heard in a faint whisper.
Damn! He went too far. "I'll stop—"
"No!" Freed's ass pressed back, right into his arousal. "God, no."
Fuck it all! "Spread your legs."
Freed didn't even care if that meant something more, if he meant he wanted sex, anything at all. He spread his feet apart and braced himself. However, instead of trying to ram in without lube or condom, Laxus slid his cock between Freed's thighs, over his balls, up to his cock, and then reached down to rub the two of them together.
Freed looked down and saw the tip of Laxus' penis right at the base of his own. "Oh shit," he whispered. No boyfriend was long enough to do that! He felt Laxus thrusting against him, stroking balls and cock and feeling his hand pleasuring them together. Then he felt Laxus' mouth on his shoulder, sucking and lightly biting at his neck.
"Nnngh! Laxus!"
"Oh fuck."
Freed heard a groan, and Laxus' entire body slammed against him. He heard grunts, felt his haunches tense up, and as he looked down, he saw the cock just under his burst with white, covering him, dripping over his cock and down his thighs.
Laxus didn't stop, though. He grabbed Freed's cock fully and stroked him quickly, needfully, those rough hands slipping over water and cum and Freed's own slick messiness. Freed moaned loudly, not even holding back as he sank into Laxus' chest and came undone by his hand.
"Freed," he heard, softly, lovingly. He felt kisses on his neck and heard what he swore sounded like a dragon purring.
It took him a lot longer than usual to recover. He tingled all the way to his toes. Laxus' body now weighed heavy where it pressed against him. However, as soon as Freed began to move, Laxus took a step back.
Freed looked down. There was cum on the wall, on his cock, dripping down his thighs, and swirling in the drain water at his toes. His cum. Laxus' cum. Theirs mixed together.
Why? How? It made no sense.
He turned around to Laxus and looked up at him in confusion.
"I thought you were straight."
Laxus froze, and his face fell in horror.
Oh shit.
Freed agreed to a mutual jerk-off because he thought Laxus was straight, so of course he would not be interested. It must be the only reason he agreed to this, because he felt safe, just like how Evergreen felt safe bathing with Freed around, because she knew he was gay and not the least bit interested in her.
He broke Freed's trust. Not only that, he had grabbed him without permission. Freed had not stopped him, but maybe he felt like he could not say no. After all, Freed had a history of obeying Laxus even when he did not want to do something.
Freed thought Laxus was straight, that this was just between friends, that they could do this together in a safe environment, and he had grabbed him like that. Laxus' heart plummeted sickly as he realized … he had just molested Freed.
He stepped back, torn with guilt. Shit, how could he have fucked up that badly? Now Freed looked so confused, or was he looking hurt? He fucking couldn't tell the difference.
Laxus knew him too well. If he told the truth, Freed would accept that Laxus had feelings for him. He might even agree to date, out of a sense of duty, or obligation, or some shit like that. Laxus knew that what he really deserved was a punch in the balls for doing that to a man who trusted him so earnestly.
"I'm so sorry," he muttered, and he stormed out of the shower.
"Laxus!" Freed called out, but in a flash the Lightning Dragon Slayer fled from the bathroom.
Freed was left staring at an empty room, still panting from exhaustion, craving to be held but all alone. He still felt the cum dripping along his hips and thighs.
"What just happened?" he asked with a tremble.
He thought Laxus was straight. The only reason he never openly confessed was because he thought for certain that Laxus had no interest at all in men.
Did this mean he actually was interested? Was this just an accident, an impulse, some weird dragon instinct? He reached up to his neck and felt a bruise there from Laxus biting him. What sort of sexual instincts did Dragon Slayers have, anyway?
He had wanted Laxus to touch him so much, yet when it actually happened, Laxus ran off. Freed slammed his eyes shut. It must have been nothing more than an impulse, and now … now Laxus was gone.
'He must have hated it. Of course he wouldn't want me. I'm so stupid!'
Freed covered his mouth, overwhelmed with bliss, warmth, confusion, and regret. He wanted to bask in the fact that Laxus had just pleasured him, and he wanted to sob that they had stepped way past the boundary of being just friends.
'Now what do I do? How do I win him back? Can we even go back to how we were before? Why … why did he do that? Why?'
Freed was so confused, a tear slipped down. All alone with the thrumming feeling of the afterglow, he could only hugged himself to feel better.
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