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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 63
S'mores and More
They split to go do things. Bickslow left to pick up Lisanna from the airport while Evergreen went on a hiking trip. Freed took a camera and went with Laxus to the river. It was peaceful, quiet, picturesque. Laxus felt his worries slip away as he watched the water flowing slowly by. He picked up a stone and tried to skip it. It had been years since he did that sort of thing, and it fell into the water with a plunk.
Instead of the river, he looked over at Freed. He was in tight jeans again, a new flannel, with his hair pulled back in a ponytail. One leather hiking boot was propped up on a rock by the river as he tried to get some angle with his camera. Laxus wondered if he knew just how much that accentuated his ass and hips.
Yet it was not arousal that Laxus felt. It was something melancholy, a longing, like he was looking at a piece of priceless art knowing he could view it but it was out of his reach.
"Freed."
He looked up from his camera and hummed.
"I wanna camp out tonight. No offense to your family, but I need you to myself. At least one night."
Freed's heart was already racing. He knew what Laxus really meant.
"I don't just mean sex."
That shocked him. He thought for sure the next thing Laxus would say was something about wanting to make love to him out in the open under the stars, or another comment about his butt in jeans.
Laxus walked up to him, took his chin, and lifted Freed's head. He gazed down intensely into his eyes until Freed began to grow nervous. Why did he look almost … sad?
"Every time I think I know you," Laxus said quietly, "I realize I'm the newcomer in your life. It makes me even more greedy of how much time I spend with you, like I'm trying to make up for taking so long to find you. I need to know … shit, I don't even know," he whispered, sighing and growling as his brain went into chaos. "Those two, they have all this history with you. They got to be there for you through some really horrible shit. I wanna know we're gonna have that one day. Y'know what I mean? Dammit, they've had you for twenty-three years. I haven't even had you for one year."
"Technically, Bickslow has only had me for nineteen years."
"Shut up, smartass." Still, Freed's sassiness made him smile.
Freed reached out and combed his fingers through Laxus' hair. "You'll never beat them, you know. We've done everything from making silly blanket forts to teasing each other as we went through puberty. I remember watching our nanny change Bickslow's diaper, and I was the one Evergreen turned to for advice when she started dating. They've seen me in my most awkward years, and you'll never catch up, because they're family, and that's something unique. But you know, we have something unique, too. The things you know about me," he said as he blushed brightly, "they'll never know. They will never see that side of me. It's something only for you. Only you."
Laxus rubbed his thumb over the silver promise ring where those words were etched into the inside. Only you, Thor. No one else in Freed's life knew that this prim and proper man used to sit in a gay strip club watching a muscular blond thunder god dominating the stage. No one else in Freed's life knew the masochistic side of him. No one else had pleasured his body.
Only him.
He might be the newcomer, he might not have been there when Freed was a child, or struggling through puberty, or when he came out as gay. He might have only seen a tiny glimpse of his college life, but there was plenty that they had shared in their short time together.
He wanted to hope that there would be more over the years.
"Can I still be greedy and steal some time away from your family?"
Freed chuckled and wrapped his arms around Laxus' waist. "Well, this time, you can be greedy."
"Good." His hands drifted down to Freed's rump. "Because you are dangerously sexy in jeans and a flannel."
Freed pressed up a little closer. "Should I wear them more often?"
"Hell yes!"
"You're pretty hot yourself, you know. Being in the middle of the woods serves a big beast of a man like you."
Laxus clutched him tighter. "Ya wanna make me roar?"
Freed licked his lips as he whispered sensually, "I wanna wear you out."
Laxus cursed under his breath. He had a rising urge to take Freed right here, in broad daylight.
Freed smirked and playfully bopped Laxus on the nose. "Save it for tonight." Then he slipped away with a flirtatious flourish.
Laxus shook his head, both frustrated and amused. He grabbed Freed from behind and held him, both cherishing and covetous. His lips played along the back of Freed's neck, and he inhaled the aroma of his hair.
"Ya know, getting rejected by you really does turn me on. Makes you something forbidden…" He licked along Freed's ear. "…and I wanna take you."
As much as Freed wanted to melt into his embrace, he yanked away from Laxus' arms and spun around to look at him. "Don't tell me that's the way to turn you on." However, he smirked. "I don't like telling you no."
"Maybe you should play hard-to-get."
Freed instantly flipped into a flighty performance. "Oh sir, we mustn't do something so profane. Whatever shall my family think of my virtue?"
Laxus burst into laughter, and the sexual tension between them eased back as Freed gave a hilariously bad performance of some Victorian-age damsel professing her chastity. Freed smiled to see Laxus red in the face from laughs. He had such a soft side to him as well.
When they arrived back at the cabin, Bickslow was just arriving with Lisanna, who looked authentically ready for a camping trip, with a backpack loaded with canteens and a sleeping bag. Laxus saw that she looked just a little disappointed that it would be sleeping in a house. Laxus knew the feeling and did not blame her for pouting.
They had an early dinner. Freed cooked this time again, but Laxus helped him by chopping carrots and peeling potatoes. He listened to the trio chat about work, school, significant others, childhood memories, and when they urged him and Lisanna to join in, she chatted proudly about her famous sister and less about her actual childhood. Laxus, on the other hand, told them a highly sanitized version of his childhood and family: abusive father who was out of the picture, mother died of cancer when he was young, raised by his grandfather, hunting trips, adventures with his grandfather, helping out around the Fairy Tail Pub since he was a teen … it was all mundane but highly personal.
Evergreen and Lisanna were nearly in tears, and Bickslow was left speechless besides a soft whisper of astonishment. Laxus was shocked that he felt comfortable enough to tell them anything at all. Before Freed, he never told anyone about his family. All those clients in the past and throughout his years dancing at the South Pole Club, he never even told people his real name, let alone talk about his childhood.
Freed had changed him, as well as the rest of this so-called Thunder God Tribe.
He used to say that he hated people who changed just to fit the ideals of others, and while that still held true, Laxus realized that sometimes being in love could change a person all on its own. Becoming a part of someone's life forever changed your perspective on your own life. It wasn't just lovers, but even friends could have that sort of effect.
He had changed so drastically since meeting Freed, Laxus could hardly remember what his old life was like. Work, sleep, eat, watch TV, work more.
Freed gave his life a purpose, a healthy goal to strive toward. As Laxus felt the edge of his silver ring, he realized it also gave him a duty: to be the sort of man worthy of Freed's love.
He was always up to a challenge.
As used dishes were gathered into the sink—it was Evergreen's turn to wash—Freed slipped up to Laxus. One silent look was all he gave, but Laxus knew that face. Freed wanted him.
"Hey guys, Freed and I want to go out camping tonight."
"Sounds like fun," said Bickslow. "I know Lisanna really wants to go. She brought a tent and everything."
By her excited smile, it was obviously she was eager for some adventure. "It'll be exciting. Some real camping. Come on, Evergreen."
"No way!" she cringed. "Sleeping out there with bugs? Why would anyone do that on purpose?"
"Then it can be the four of us," she said, beaming a smile at Laxus and Freed. "A little couple's night out."
Freed flinched back, and Laxus' eyes narrowed.
"I meant just the two of us," he nearly growled.
"Ooooh." Bickslow chuckled and shook his head at his older brother. "You wanna get some action out there, a fuck in the forest."
"Bickslow!" Evergreen gasped.
Lisanna laughed and slapped his arm in playful admonishment of, "Oh, you silly!"
Laxus leaned in at Bickslow. "Yeah, and I may throw my knife at anything that gets near our camp. Wild animals, ya know."
That shocked Freed, but before he could scold him for tossing out such a threat, Bickslow burst into laughter.
"Ya got me. Fine, you get him for one night. Lisanna and I will head north, you guys head south. Don't make his ass hurt too badly. We still haven't gone canoing."
"Yeah, fine," Laxus grumbled. He dragged Freed away with him while they heard Bickslow and Lisanna talking about what they should bring.
Freed's face felt hot as he was led through the massive cabin. "This is almost even more embarrassing," he admitted. "Now they know what we'll be doing."
"Embarrassing, huh?" They entered their bedroom, and Laxus suddenly slammed Freed against the door. "Is it making you excited?"
Freed hated to admit it, but it did. Bickslow, Evergreen, and Lisanna would know, although they would not see or hear anything. They knew he was about to get laid. That humiliating thought tingled him deep inside.
The blushing face and awkward happiness riled up the sadist in Laxus. "Let's get the tent set up before you tent your panties."
Freed scowled at him, but Laxus turned aside, grabbing a change of clothes and things they might need.
The four set out just after sunset. Bickslow and Lisanna went one way, Laxus and Freed went the other. Evergreen scolded all of them to watch out for wild animals and refused to step out beyond the porch, as if the woods held monsters just waiting to get them all.
With the sky already darkening, they trekked out. Freed knew a few clearings and headed to one far enough away so not even the loudest cry would be heard from the house. They set up the brand new tent they had bought, although Laxus did most of the work. He also gathered wood for a fire. Freed got the hint that Laxus wanted to do all the work to set this up, so he sat back and let him. He spread out a blanket on the clover carpeting the clearing and pulled out some marshmallows. While Laxus gathered enough wood to last the night, Freed set up items to make s'mores. He stabbed a marshmallow with a skewer he had found in the kitchen and let it sit amidst the flames for a little while. Once it browned a little, he pulled it out.
"It's not cooked enough."
Laxus sat beside him and pushed the skewer back into the flames.
"You let it catch on fire. The burnt parts are the best."
"Oh, okay."
Laxus glanced down at Freed. "Haven't you ever made s'mores before?"
His face went red. "I've eaten s'mores-flavored things."
His eyebrow arched up. "Seriously? You never sat around a campfire and set marshmallows on fire?"
"N-no." He muttered awkwardly, "I've never gotten to make a campfire before."
Laxus looked into the flames. "For all your family's money, you sure did miss out on a lot of things." It made Laxus wonder about all the things he did as a child that Freed would see as exciting, whereas he assumed it was the sort of thing every kid did. He was lucky to have been raised by a grandfather who took him out on adventures. "Marshmallow is done. Pull it back carefully and blow it out."
Freed felt a bit of excitement at getting the flaming marshmallow so close to his face and blowing it out. Laxus put together a graham cracker and some chocolate, and he let Freed slide the charred dessert on. With another graham cracker on top, the sweet sandwich was done.
"Well, let's see how you like your first real s'more."
Freed took a bite, and instantly melted chocolate and oozing marshmallow went all over the place. He desperately wiped his chin and licked up the dripping chocolate from around the cracker edges while Laxus laughed.
"Now that is how you eat s'mores." He pulled out another skewer, pierced a marshmallow on, and held it over the fire.
Freed licked the sweetness off his fingers and watched the firelight on Laxus' profile. He really did look like the sort who would do good in the wild.
"You really could survive anywhere."
Laxus glanced over in surprise and confusion.
Freed looked around them at the shadowy forest. "You could probably take off and live in the woods, pull a Thoreau, and it wouldn't be a big deal for you. I could never survive."
"You're smart," Laxus said, looking at the flaming marshmallow. "You'd figure out how to build a shelter, grow a garden, make preserves, smoke your meat, stuff like that. I'd go out there and catch fish with my bare hands, probably survive well enough, but freeze in winter. You have a mind for civilization, while I have a mind for basic survival. My mother used to tell me a story about that. I think it was a Native American tale."
Freed's eyes lit up. "Ohhh! Story by the campfire!" he cheered, clapping his hands like an excited boy.
Laxus scoffed, but Freed gave him puppy-dog eyes.
"Come on, please? Pleeeeeeeeeease!"
How could he possibly deny him anything with those huge, turquoise eyes? He was too damn cute to resist.
"Fine," he grumbled. "Once upon a time," Laxus began in fake exaggeration, yet he gradually slipped into the storytelling, "there were two sons born to the Corn Mother. Village Boy stayed at home with his mama learning how to make clothes, fix the lodge where they lived, make pottery and weave baskets, and he'd cook the corn his mother magically created. Wild Boy always ran around in the fields naked, but he began to follow his father, who hunted for days on end, bringing back enough meat to last his family through the winter. He learned how to make a bow and arrow, how to use a knife, how to track animals, lay traps, fish with a spear, and how to skin an animal and prepare the meat for travel so nothing was wasted or rotted.
"As the boys grew up, they became famous in the tribe for their skills. Finally, they wanted to break free from their parents. Village Boy built a massive lodge filled with pots and baskets and shit, but he could not figure out how to shoot a bow or gather food, since his parents had always provided for him. Wild Boy knew how to hunt and which berries were good to eat, but he didn't know how to cook the animals he killed, since his mother and the brother had always done that work, and he ended up naked because he had no clue how to make clothing.
"So the two moved in together and formed their own village. Wild Boy would go out to hunt. Village Boy would stay at home to cook, sew clothes, and weave baskets. Yet when winter came, they didn't have enough to eat. They had always made it through on corn, but Corn Mother could magically make the corn. So the two brothers had to work together. Through Village Boy's ingenuity, crafting tools and plotting out the fields, but also through Wild Boy's hard work, clearing the land and tilling the soil, they both had to team up in order to plant the corn. After that, Wild Boy could go out and hunt, and Village Boy could stay home and sew or weave. They spent their summers apart mostly, yet in the planting and harvest seasons, they worked side by side, so that they could spend the entire winter together."
Freed sighed dreamily as the story was over. "Can I imagine them, not as brothers, but as two gay guys who end up living together?"
Laxus chuckled as he finished eating his s'more. "You can imagine it any way you want. It's just a story. For all we know, it was based on a real gay couple who lied and told everyone they were related so that they could get away with living together."
"Mmh, there's a story from Ancient Egypt about that, a pharaoh who had a gay lover, but the British archaeologists were so horrified to find out openly homosexual people existed back then and were even powerful rulers who treated their partner as an equal rather than some pederasty thing like the Greeks, they flat out lied and wrote that the man portrayed was his brother."
"Yeah, but Native Americans were cool with other genders and orientations."
"Only some. That was one thing we learned in those cultural-appropriating camps back as a kid. The tribes were as different from one another as any nation. Different languages, religions, customs, currency…" His voice trailed off, and Freed watched the fire flicker like some hypnotic strip dancer. "Do you think we could do that?"
"Hmm?" Laxus was getting comfortable with Freed in his arms.
"Move in together and make it work. Each brother brought in skills, but together they could do what neither could have done alone."
"Aren't we already doing that?"
Freed smiled to himself. Laxus was right. Together, they were making it through roadblocks in life that they would not have been able to handle all alone.
"Show me how to make another s'more."
Laxus chuckled and got the skewer ready. "It was a good idea to bring these."
"I provided the food, but you knew how to prepare it."
"Wasn't bringing in food Wild Boy's task? I more see you as Village Boy."
"True, but you can't hunt marshmallows."
Laxus laughed, and the sounds of their chuckles and voices echoed through the woods. They roasted more marshmallows, and once again, at the very first bite, the melted chocolate got all over Freed's hands. He tried to lick it up, only to get chocolate on his cheek and nose. Laxus could barely eat his s'more with laughing at Freed's messiness.
"Pristine Justine covered in chocolate," he chided with a relaxed laugh. "Were you this messy as a child?"
"Is that your nickname for me now?" Freed asked, trying to clean the chocolate off his hands.
"Nah. I have a different nickname for you." Laxus grabbed Freed's wrist and pulled it to him. "My angel." He sucked on Freed's finger while staring into his eyes.
Freed gulped hard as he watched Laxus sensually sucking each of his fingers, then licking up along his wrist. His throat clenched up with the wet heat of his tongue. Then Laxus released his hand and took his chin, looking at the chocolate Freed could feel sticky on his skin.
"Are you purposely making yourself messy?" Laxus asked in a low, accusatory voice.
Freed tried to say no, but his throat choked off the word. Laxus leaned in closer, and Freed slammed his eyes shut. He felt Laxus' tongue on his cheek, his chin, and then lips sucking on his nose. That tickled, and Freed tried to hide the giggle.
Laxus leaned back and smiled at seeing him so flushed. He traced his finger down Freed's throat to the first button of his shirt.
"You're seriously hot in flannel and jeans." His fingers flicked open the first button and slid down to the next. "I thought you'd look like some reject hunter from Supernatural."
"Like your crush on Sam Winchester?" he asked haughtily. "I know you just like him for all that hair."
"Shut up," he chuckled, flicking another button open. "It'd be like seeing Castiel in flannel and realizing he's really fuckin' hot."
"You mean hotter than usual."
Laxus' eyes narrowed, and he grumbled, "I'll ignore that you said that."
Freed felt his shirt coming apart and allowed it to slip off one shoulder. "So, you see me as Castiel, angel of the Lord? Would that make you Dean?"
"You're the one who said I seem more like Wild Boy, the hunter, rather than the brother who stays home and figures out how to make things work."
"Plus the long hair would look awful on you."
"Bitch."
"Jerk."
Laxus laughed as he and Freed ended up actually quoting from Supernatural. "I'm just sayin', it's shocking that you look this good in rustic clothes." He tugged on Freed's belt and slipped it out of the buckle.
"Then why are you taking them off?" Freed asked flippantly.
Laxus removed his own hiking boots, then shimmied out of his pants. As Freed undid his zipper and shifted his hips to take off the jeans, Laxus snatched his wrist away.
"Who says I am?" He pressed Freed down onto his back. Hovering over him naked from the waist down, he reached through the opened fly of the jeans, slipped Freed's cock out of his boxers, and stroked it until he felt Freed get fully hard. "I told your brother I wouldn't let your ass hurt."
Freed's eyes widened. "Wait, what?"
Laxus pulled out a condom from his flannel pocket along with a single-use tube of lube. "I want you to fuck me in those jeans," he said with a sensual glare in his eyes. "I've been wanting your cock all day, and while we were getting ready to leave, I realized I wanted you this way. Don't worry, I prepared myself before we left."
Freed was still stunned. Even as Laxus slid the condom onto him and drizzled lube on, he was still blindsided by Laxus wanting to take it this time. However, as he felt Laxus press down, as he slid into tight warmth and heard Laxus groaning, Freed shattered out of astonishment and into pure pleasure.
"Fuck, been a while," Laxus grunted as he sank lower, easing into it. "God, you feel good inside me."
Freed reacted to that, and his hips bucked up. Laxus cursed, and he held Freed's torso down.
"Dammit, not yet. I need a moment."
It did not take long, though. He had been diligent earlier that night. He knew what he wanted, and he had prepared to take it. He began to move on Freed, sliding up and down. They both moaned, but Freed realized right away that his voice seemed to get sucked away into the trees, and yet seemed to echo through each leaf.
The fire crackled as he gazed up at Laxus riding on top of him. Incredible! That's what he was. Freed reached forward and began to stroke Laxus.
"Fuck yeah, Freed. Like that."
Laxus felt Freed start to really get into it, one hand clawing at this thigh, the other stroking Laxus in an uneven rhythm that showed how focused he was on himself. He wanted Freed to fully enjoy it, not be worried about him. He had plans for his own pleasure soon enough.
"Come here." Laxus pulled off and flipped around, getting onto his hands and knees. "From behind. Do me like an animal here in the woods."
The offer was so tempting, Freed hardly even thought as he rose and clutched Laxus' hips, pulling himself in. He watched in the orange flickering light of the campfire as his cock sank in, deeper, deeper.
Laxus clawed at fallen leaves, clovers, and soft soil. "Yeah, like that."
When Freed was all the way in to the hilt, he looked down and realized he was still in jeans, with only his boxers spread apart. He was fully clothed! He had never had sex while still wearing all of his clothes. Frotting until he came in his pants, yes. Vibrator in his ass in public, yes. But never had he fucked Laxus wearing clothes.
It felt strangely empowering, dominating, and suddenly he wanted more. He shoved at Laxus' shirt, and realizing what he meant, Laxus pulled it off, stripping fully nude. Freed looked down at the muscular back gleaming pale in the moonlight, then to his cock gliding in and out, the jeans dark in shadows, the rough fabric rubbing up against Laxus' ass with each full thrust.
It was overwhelming, and he groaned Laxus' name.
Laxus grunted, loving to hear Freed saying his name like that, to hear him so lost in sensual pleasure. Laxus had to admit as well, there was something about doing it in the middle of nature. He had dirt on his hands, a pebble somewhere under his knee, it was a little chilly, there was an owl, crickets, a river some distance away, the squawk of some animal who was probably also getting action that night. They were putting on a show for all of nature to watch.
"Show those animals what you can do," Laxus encouraged. He glanced back over his shoulder to his darling wannabe-woodsman. "Show them how good you can fuck."
Animals! Freed realized that the whole forest could see. Somewhere out in the shadows, he even saw a green reflection of eyes looking at him as some woodland critter happened to pass by. Those animals fucked in the woods. Now he was doing the same.
They were just like animals!
Freed grabbed Laxus' hips harder, speeding up. They were in the open. Animals were watching. Anyone could be watching. Someone could hear his voice.
In the open! In nature! Like animals!
The clothes, the moonlight, the gleam of eyes staring at him in the dark, his voice getting sucked away and who knows where it would echo and be heard … it was all becoming too much.
Freed tensed up and came to a stop, trembling, not wanting it to end so soon, yet he could tell even now, stopping was not going to prevent him this time.
Laxus also could tell that he was too far gone. "Come on, Freed."
"Laxus," he panted.
Freed knew that Laxus had been looking forward to this, yet he was about to blow already. He could not just stop and calm down this time. He felt it rushing forward, and knowing he was beyond the brink anyway, Freed gave the last few thrusts he needed.
"It's all right," Laxus said soothingly.
That tenderness undid him. Freed slammed in and arched his back. He heard his long hair sweeping over dry leaves under him. The forest air was so cold in his lungs as he gasped. He was claiming his mate, right here in the wild that seemed to be where Laxus belonged. He was claiming him under the stars and moon, for all the heavens and all the animals to witness.
Exhausted, he sank back, pulled out, and let the filled condom flop between his thighs. "Sorry," he panted. "Sorry so soon."
"No, it's okay," Laxus said reassuringly. He turned around and cradled Freed's face with both hands, gazing at how he looked lit by the moon and campfire. To his dismay, Freed looked saddened, disappointed, and regretful. It broke Laxus' heart. "It's all right," he whispered tenderly, stroking his thumb over Freed's sweaty cheek.
"You?" He looked down. Laxus was still raging hard. Of course, he had not come yet. Freed had finished far too quickly.
"It's all right." Laxus assured him again, and he kissed Freed on the lips. "Come on." He pulled him back over to the picnic blanket set near the fire.
Freed's knees hurt worse than he had realized. They should have done this on the blanket, but they had rolled off without thinking about their location. Maybe Laxus had even wanted to be right on the forest floor, purely wild, not some cotton blanket to soften the experience.
Blanket! He had not realized that Laxus was naked in this cold night air.
He reached into the tent and pulled out a spare blanket. However, Laxus used it to wrap both of them up. Freed felt fine, even a little sweaty doing that fully clothed, but Laxus was determined to cuddle him.
"You okay?"
"Yeah." Wow, he sounded exhausted! Freed smiled to himself. He had gotten worked up so fast, it was little wonder that he felt like all of his energy was gone. He laughed to himself, but assured Laxus again with a smile.
Laxus smiled back and pulled the condom off of him, tying the end. "It really got to you, huh?"
That much was obvious! Freed bit his lip and looked around the woods. "I think I like this."
"Being in the open?"
"Yeah. It's … it's kinda…"
"Embarrassing."
"Yeah," he muttered, blushing. "I mean, you know … someone could see."
Laxus realized that Freed looked more than embarrassed by that issue; he looked enthralled. It roused some ideas Laxus had wondered about before but dismissed. "Do you like that idea? Someone who can watch you?"
"The … The fear that someone might be." He felt his face go hot as he could not meet Laxus' eyes. "I … I don't know if I'd actually want someone to watch."
That most definitely did not look like the face of someone who was opposed to showing off to another. "But would you go for it?" he pressed.
Freed hesitated. Would he? For a moment, he had wondered what they must have sounded like, if some hunter in the woods maybe could hear them, and he had to admit, he got turned on by the thought. What if someone was in those trees and watching them? What if someone was right here and watching? Would he have liked that?
"I don't know." However, the thought tingled through him, and he hesitantly admitted, "Maybe?"
Laxus only grunted to himself, yet Freed could see that he was plotting something.
"What? You got a—"
"Shh." Laxus hugged around him tighter. "Don't worry about it."
Freed pouted and looked back at him stubbornly. "What are you planning to do?"
"Who says I'm planning?" Laxus shrugged and said casually, "Just getting ideas is all."
"That's the same thing."
"Shut up … and spread 'em."
Freed was momentarily shocked. Spread? Oh! Of course, Laxus was still hard, he could feel it pressed against his back.
Freed slipped his shirt off, removed his shoes, and took off his pants and boxers. Being naked in the open like this was completely different from being clothed. He felt far more vulnerable now.
"Come on." Laxus was through with waiting and being unfulfilled. He laid Freed down on the blanket and lifted his legs up over his shoulders. Laxus rolled a condom on, ready to plunge in, but he realized he really should not let his needs bring harm to Freed. Although he desperately wanted to thrust right in, he put lube on his fingers first and tested him out. Freed felt so tight and hot inside, and Laxus ached to be in there.
"You good?" he asked.
"Well … yeah."
"You prepped," he realized.
"I figured … you'd…"
"Good," he cut in. He pulled his fingers out and grabbed his cock to line it up. He saw Freed already relaxing, ready to accept him. He looked so exhausted, already spent, yet he was willing to let his lover have a turn. Laxus caressed the cowlicks sticking up in his hair and gazed down tenderly at him. "Look up at the stars, my little fallen angel."
Freed opened his eyes to see Laxus lit by the fire, and beyond him the Milky Way gleamed between spiky pines. It was so beautiful, all of the luminous heavens looking down on him, truly like an angel gazing up in reminiscence. Then he felt Laxus press, nudging in, and Freed groaned as he forced himself to relax. He felt even bigger somehow, like nature had powered Laxus up.
"Yeah," Laxus groaned. "Oh, I've been needing in you." He was just barely in, but he paused. "How are you?"
"Okay." Freed shivered at the cold and the heat of the fire and the starlight and Laxus spreading him to the point of almost being painful. His cock was spent, but the rest of his body tingled. He arched, angling his hips to a better spot, and he felt Laxus slide in another inch. Freed moaned loudly, "Oooh, feels good."
"Yeah?" he asked smugly.
"Nngh! Yeah."
Just then, Freed heard a crack of a branch in the forest, and he suddenly slapped a hand over his mouth. Shit! What if there really was a hunter out there watching them?
"No need to be shy," Laxus said arrogantly. "Come on." He tugged Freed's hand away.
"No."
"Come on," he demanded, and Laxus slammed both wrists to the blanket. He looked down, worried for a moment about being that forceful, but Freed looked like he really wanted to be restrained. "Good." He loved it when Freed was so submissive.
Laxus pulled out and pressed in deeper. Freed's cry howled like a nocturnal beast.
"Yeah, damn. I need you." He thrust in, more and more. When he finally released Freed's wrists, worried about bruising them, Freed grasped around his neck, rolling his hips up into the thrusts. It drove him wild to have Freed reciprocating so needfully.
"Laxus."
Fuck, he loved it when he moaned his name.
"Look up at the stars. Look at them, you fallen angel." He saw Freed open his eyes and gaze up, momentarily sucked into the great expanse. "Yeah, like that."
He came to a sudden stop, simply staring down, himself lost as well at the view of stars reflecting in his lover's eyes.
Freed stopped looking at sky and turned his eyes over to Laxus. "What?"
Laxus could not help but smile. "You just really look incredible, lit up by moonlight."
Freed bashfully laughed, and that sweet innocence whenever he did that really made Laxus feel like he was tainting a perfect creature.
"Damn." The moonlight on Freed's face, the stars in his eyes, the green hair tumbled around like broken wings … it was too much. "Damn! Come on."
He pulled out and yanked Freed to switch positions. This time, he made sure not to go off the blanket. He had wanted to do it on the leafy forest floor, but Freed was delicate, his very own Village Boy, used to a soft bed and warmth. He was the Wild Boy, used to taking off his clothes and going into danger. He wanted to spoil his dainty Village Boy.
Laxus adjusted the thick picnic blanket, as well as the spare blanket, letting Freed rest his hands and knees on both so it would be soft. Finally he was positioned like a prized pet, ready to receive him.
"Like that."
He caressed along Freed's spine, but for how much he wanted to admire him, Laxus needed more. He gripped Freed's ass, pulled the cheeks apart, and sidled up behind him. When he pushed in, Freed was loose and opened up instantly.
"Oh God."
He sank in so easily. He pulled back and thrust again, no resistance. Freed had truly prepped himself well.
He set up a steady pace, knowing it was faster than normal. He could hardly help it. Laxus truly felt like they were just two animals now, both naked in the woods, fucking in the open. He slammed in harder, wanting to hear Freed's voice.
"Laxus."
Yes! He needed to hear him, to let his voice ring through the trees.
"Laxus!"
"Yeah," he groaned.
It really was more intense this way. Maybe Freed was not sure about the idea of someone watching, but Laxus realized, he really liked it. He wanted someone to watch how he fucked his gorgeous slave.
Hearing him, fucking him, naked in the wild…
"Shit!"
It hit him without even a warning. Freed had at least tried to pause, but Laxus felt himself exploding so suddenly, it stunned him. He could only kneel there, feeling the pulses and savoring the waves of euphoria.
"Oh damn." He tried to give another thrust, but he was too sensitive. He pulled back and saw the condom bulging with cum. They had not had sex for a week and he had not masturbated in days, so he was really saved up. He pulled the condom off and saw it had way more cum inside than Freed's. He had desperately needed to release all of that. He shook his head and repeated, "Damn."
Freed was still in a kneeling position, but he whimpered with need. "Laxus?"
He set the condom aside and saw Freed with his arousal dangling. He laughed at such a horny little angel. "You're turned on again."
"Nngh." Freed felt tired, but his body was electrified by the thrill of doing this with Laxus in the open.
Laxus hummed as a scheme brewed in his mind. "Lemme do something."
"What?"
"I'm gonna…" He reached to the pile of clothes and tugged out a handkerchief folded in his back pocket. He dipped it in some water they had boiled for cocoa. "All right, here. Just wanna clean you off."
He reached around and stroked Freed with the cloth.
"Ah!"
He yanked the handkerchief away. "Too hot?"
"No, it's okay. It feels … good," he said with a shuddering moan.
"Yeah?" Amused, Laxus reached back around and fully wrapped the hot, wet cloth around Freed's cock. "Like that?" He stroked, and Freed clawed into the blanket. Laxus could feel him growing even harder in his hand. "I could jerk you off like that, but it's not what I want." He properly cleaned him off, then put the cloth aside to dry. "Come on, over here."
He helped Freed to his feet. They walked over soft clovers, wild flowers, and fallen leaves to a tree on the edge of the clearing. Laxus turned Freed to put his back up against the trunk.
"Hands behind the tree," he ordered.
Freed obeyed and wrapped his arms behind him, like a wizard about to be burned at the stake. Laxus went back to the fire pit, got the belt off his jeans, brought it over, and tied Freed's hands behind the tree with the belt.
"Is that comfortable," he asked.
Freed pulled slightly, but he could barely move his shoulders with the strain of his arms being wrapped around the trunk. Still, the belt did not bite into his wrists. "Yeah," he assured, already thrilled by the idea of bondage being done out here, in the wilderness, where anything could happen.
Laxus went back and also got Freed's belt. He felt along the edges to make sure the leather was not frayed, but of course, this was Freed Justine he was dealing with. His clothes were always the best, and the leather belt was soft.
"This is gonna go around your neck, okay?" he explained. "If it's too tight, let me know."
Freed already felt choked by the thought of it. This was different, and it sounded thrilling. He gulped hard and breathlessly said, "Okay."
Freed had thought Laxus would only use the belt as a collar, but instead he wrapped it across his throat, around the trunk, and threaded it into the buckle. For a second, instinctive panic set in. Freed's eyes went huge as he felt that slight pressure and the roughness of leather on his throat. He tried to pull away, but the belt hit his Adam's apple. He was trapped, and this time by the neck! It made him gag and stiffen his back in terror.
The belt put just enough pressure to be scary. Now Freed had to wonder, if a wild animal or crazy hunter actually was around and came right at that moment, he would be trapped, stuck there, unable to escape. A dark part of him realized, if Laxus simply walked away now and left him standing there until he passed out in exhaustion, the act of collapsing could honestly suffocate him. He would, in a sense, be hanged by his own belt. Although it was not at all tight on his neck, that dark thought sent him into a slight panic.
This was way more intense than a collar, because it was more dangerous. It made Freed pull again, he felt the belt on his throat, and it caused him to tremble.
"Are you okay?" Laxus asked sharply.
"Mm-hmm!" he hummed loudly, thrilled and scared and loving it intensely.
"Good."
Good. Laxus was watching out for him. He trusted Laxus fully, even to do something dangerous like this. He trusted Laxus with his life!
"It's not cutting off your air, is it?"
"Nuh-uh." His throat was too choked up to speak clearly, but he knew the sensation of being strangled was only in his mind. Laxus actually had the belt loose enough to fit a finger between the leather and his throat. It was only tight when he pulled against it.
Laxus stepped back to admire him, naked, aroused, bound up like a sacrifice to a forest god.
"Fuck," he whispered in awe.
Freed's mouth hung open, as if he needed to breathe faster to compensate. When his eyes met Laxus' it was just like a victim about to be executed, wondering about their fate, begging for mercy. Seeing him trapped like that, seeing him helpless, and knowing Freed now was forced to fully rely on him to keep him protected out here in the wilderness, almost made Laxus wish he had not blown his load already.
"Like that. Stay there."
"O- … -kay," he choked out. Not like he had a choice. The added fear about the experience heightened his senses. He heard the forest noises even louder suddenly, and every rustle of leaves made him gulp hard, which reminded him of the belt tying him to the tree.
A moment later, Laxus dropped to his knees and wrapped his mouth around Freed's cock. He arched, and yet he could not move much. He could not bend his head down to look, he could not do much at all except stare out at the campsite and the shadows of the forest while feeling his cock getting devoured.
"Ooh, Laxus."
Shit, he loved to hear Freed moan his name. Laxus looked up and saw Freed writhing around on the tree, trapped and glorious.
"I want a different dessert now."
Freed laughed. "That's chees- … nnnnngh!" He moaned as Laxus thrust his mouth down onto him.
Sure, it was cheesy, but Laxus didn't care. He loved having that cock in his mouth, tasting him, spent and yet he could still drip so much. Suddenly, he heard a noise, a tree branch cracking somewhere. Freed definitely heard it as well, and he tried to pull away only to choke himself on the belt. Laxus guessed that if he was not bound, he would have fled right then to the tent. Good thing he tied him up.
What a skittish little bird he had!
Laxus pulled back and stroked Freed while licking his balls. "I bet those animals out there don't see this every day. You know, I saw a raccoon earlier. I bet it's watching us."
Freed tensed up. Watching! "Laxus."
"I bet anyone who would watch would love to see you like this." He took the cock fully into his mouth. Freed's moan was tight. "You like that idea, huh? Being watched."
He did. Freed was a bit shocked to realize, he really was aroused by the idea. What if some hunter was watching them, jerking himself off while Laxus devoured him. Freed let himself think about that. What if someone watched? What if it was someone he knew? Gray and Natsu came to mind. What if they went camping, and Laxus did this while those two were in their own tent, listening, fucking each other to their moans.
Shit! He really did like that idea.
He had come in front of Gray and Natsu in public, hidden in clothes with a condom to protect him. What if he came like this, and someone saw every face he made?
Freed moaned as he climaxed. He pulled so hard, the belt on his neck stung. Still, he could hardly help it. His body jolted, and as he spilled out, he was still imagining if someone was watching. It made him self-conscious. What face was he making as he came into Laxus' mouth? He wanted to be louder, to show off, to let anyone know just how amazing Laxus made him feel.
As he calmed down, as he heard his heart pounding in his ears and listened to it getting slower, heavier, wearier, he wondered again what face he was making, this post-coital euphoria, floating back from heaven, the angel with broken wings drifting back to earth, to his wild dragon with electric blue eyes.
Laxus pulled back and swallowed it all down. "A little thin there," he noted.
Freed managed to have enough energy to pout and said defensively, "It was my second time."
Laxus stood up, undid both belts, and led Freed back to the picnic blanket. They collapsed together, and Laxus wrapped the blanket around both of them, with Freed spooned in his chest. He felt Freed sink against him, no strength to even sit up. He was also worn, and he rested his cheek on Freed's head, sometimes kissing him. They both listened to the silence and the noise of insects and night birds, while the fire crackled and flickered on both of them.
This was so rustic, so … primal. Maybe that was something Laxus really liked, the element of being animals as opposed to humans, doing what nature drove their hormones to do, but then clinging to one another, as if they had to protect each other should a predator arrive while they were both worn out.
It was primal instincts and primal actions.
"Freed."
"What?" he said sleepily.
"Let's do this again."
Again. Camping, sex in the wild, all of it. Freed smiled to himself and cuddled in closer.
"Yeah. Just us next time."
"Yeah." He kissed Freed and stroked his arms. He saw slight marks on his wrists, and he realized there was a pink line around Freed's throat. Hopefully those would go away without bruises. He felt Freed getting heavier against him. "You're all worn out, aren't ya?"
Freed's eyes were closed. "Mm-hm."
"Good. Come on."
He helped Freed into the tent and into their shared sleeping bag. Freed struggled to open his eyes as he heard Laxus closing the tent flap. He realized they still had the fire going, food out there, and their clothes.
"We should put stuff away," he muttered, already half-asleep.
"I'm too tired for that. You wanna do it?"
"Nuh-huh." His eyes sank shut again.
"It'll be all right. Come on." He slid into the quilted soft blanket as well and zipped it up, cocooning them in warmth. They shuffled around until they were comfortable, with Freed as the big spoon this time, mostly so his hair did not get trapped between their sweaty, naked bodies. Laxus sighed in contentment. "Good night."
"Nye-night." Freed's drowsy mutter was the last sound before both of them sank into a deep, exhausted slumber that nothing could wake up.
They did not even notice when heavy thuds lumbered over the leaves and branches, and a large shadow cast on their tent.
Greenish sunlight and birdsong roused Laxus. He was normally a night owl, staying up until two or three in the morning watching television, sleeping in as late as Freed would allow him. He had no idea when they went to bed last night. He was once told—maybe by his grandfather—that being out in nature reset the body's natural clock. He wondered briefly if that was true. Here he was, up at dawn.
He began to move but felt a body right up against him. Laxus glanced over his shoulder to see Freed still out cold.
"I'm up before you?" he whispered. "That never happens."
Freed really must have gotten worn out. Between the thin mountain air, the family drama, the emotional history of the rifle in the cabin's attic, then hiking out into the woods, setting up a camp, making love, and coming twice, it was no wonder he needed a little more sleep. Laxus hated to get up, knowing it would disturb him, but he really needed to relieve himself. Trying to be careful, he slipped out of the sleeping bag. Freed moaned and pulled the covers closer around him as the heat of Laxus' body left. Laxus thought he was absolutely adorable, and he moved a strand of hair off from Freed's face.
"Keep sleeping," he said, and Freed moaned. Laxus was not even sure if he was awake enough to have heard him, but that hardly mattered.
Laxus unzipped the entrance and stepped out. The air was biting, crisp, filled with smells and sounds of nature. What an incredibly beautiful morning!
Laxus looked to where he knew he had left their discarded clothes, figuring he could pull a shirt on against the chill at least and finish dressing after he took a leak.
He found the clothes scattered around, including the tail of his shirt tossed all the way over to the fire pit, which had scorched the bottom.
"What the—? How did…?"
Laxus looked around, inspecting the entire camp, and cursed under his breath. One of their bags had been ransacked, with cooking supplies tossed everywhere. There were graham cracker crumbs, the marshmallow bag was half eaten, the chocolate had been torn apart and partially eaten, and then he found the bag that held what was supposed to be their breakfast. A canister of coffee grounds was pried open and spilled all over the ground. A cooler they had brought to hold bacon and eggs was gouged, and all of the food inside messily eaten.
Laxus felt his heart racing as he realized precisely what happened. They had gone to bed without putting away anything, leaving food out, not hanging their gear up off the ground. As if to confirm his fears, Laxus saw a massive paw print sunk into some mud, crushing the leaves into the damp soil.
"Oh fuck."
A bear! Freed said nothing about there actually being bears up here.
He was ready to grab Freed and get the hell out of there. However, if he scared the Justines, it would ruin their camping trip. Freed was already down that his parents had not shown up. The bear was obviously long gone. Maybe things were safe now. He had just made a stupid mistake. They were lucky the bear had simply eaten the food and left, and probably lucky all of the food was left outside, so the bear had not tried to get inside the tent as well.
Laxus dressed and grabbed an ax he had brought to help cut up fire wood. He felt much better not naked and with some sort of weapon. Then he rushed around, cleaning up the mess, tossing the trash inside the now empty food cooler, and folding up clothes, blankets, and putting away the utensils they had used. It was a slapdash cleanup, but he felt an urgent need to get Freed out of these woods now. He tucked in the charred edge of his shirt and threw the folded blanket over the cooler to hide the bear's claw marks, that way Freed would not be worried. He would have to dispose of all of this without Freed seeing it, but he hoped he could do all that while Freed showered. After all that, he kicked leaves over the paw prints to fully hide all evidence. Finally, he went back inside the tent.
"Freed." He knelt beside the sleeping bag and rubbed back some green hair.
"Mmmh." Freed pulled the covers closer.
"Freed, come on."
Struggling, he cracked open an eyelid. "What is it?"
What could he say? He wanted to get the fuck out of there before some goddamn bear came back? He needed some excuse to leave right away, without breakfast, without even the coffee that was normally his morning ritual for waking up.
"I … want breakfast in the cabin."
Freed began to sit up and let the sleeping bag fall around his naked waist. He rubbed out his eyes and yawned. "We can make it here."
"No!" He cringed at how loud he got. "I gotta take a dump. I don't wanna do it out here." So lame! He hated lying, but he wanted this vacation to be fun for everyone. "Come on."
Freed was too sleepy to argue, although Laxus sounded a little spooked. He shrugged, mumbled "All right," and stood up. As much as Laxus would have loved to admire him, maybe even make love again in the sunlight with the flowers open and butterflies flitting about the clearing, he was in a rush. He slammed Freed's change of clothes to him. While Freed slowly dressed, Laxus was already rolling up the sleeping bag and putting everything away.
Freed stepped out and left to the trees to find a bush where he could pee, and by the time he came back, the tent was already down. This was unusual. Laxus had planned a lot regarding this camping excursion. He had bought a kettle to brew coffee over the fire, and packed a cooler. Why the change of heart? If he just wanted a toilet to use, they could have left and been back in under an hour. They could leave the campsite alone for at least that long.
Freed was not awake enough to bother asking, and before he could even finish getting his boots laced up, Laxus had the camp cleared and packed. He grabbed Freed's arm and pulled him toward the path that led back to the house.
"Let's get out of here."
Laxus tugged Freed along, not giving the sleepy man time to argue. He glanced back at the clearing. All his plans, ruined because he forgot a key rule for camping out: hide the food from animals! All he could do was contact park rangers, let them chase the bear off, and hopefully they could spend another night in the forest again in a few days.
"Dammit," he growled, angry at his carelessness.
Next Chapter: "As Angry As a Bear"
Audio drama: http://chirb.it/MEy6zG
This may be the last audio drama for a while due to a change in my living situation. More about that next chapter.
Freed's comment that Laxus could "pull a Thoreau" refers to Henry David Thoreau, particularly his novel "Walden," which is based on when the author spent over two years living in a cabin he built near Walden Pond, living off the land and trying to get back in touch with nature. I got to visit Walden Pond a few years ago. What an awesome experience, to visit the location of one of my favorite novels. The "pond" was much bigger than I anticipated. I wish I would have known that you can go swimming in it.
The story about Village Boy and Wild Boy is not an actual Native American tale. It is inspired by the Cherokee story of the Thunder Boys, sons of the Corn Mother Selu and Lucky Hunter Kana'ti. I grew up hearing those stories, so I used that to come up with a story Laxus can tell by the campfire.
I've mentioned a few times before, Freed and Laxus are huge fans of Supernatural, Game of Thrones, Full House, and Golden Girls. Mostly, that's an excuse for me to make Destiel references.
Camping tip: ALWAYS put you food high up in a tree. Not in your tent, definitely not left out. When I was 10, I stayed a week in a cabin with a group of girls. Some idiot (ahem, me) brought fruit snacks and left them on my bunk bed. I thought it'd be okay since they were closed in wrappers. Nope! A bear smelled the food, attacked our cabin while we were away, and Park Rangers had to come shoo it off so we could get inside. We were ordered to search the cabin for food. I saw what I had left behind and immediately hid the fruit snacks in my pocket. No one ever found out why the bear attacked our cabin.
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