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Catch the Thunder	By : Rhov Category: +. to F > Fairy Tail Views: 17789 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 65
The Words We Can't Yet Say
Although they had the cabin to themselves now, Laxus let Freed relax. After the frightening incident with the bear, they both needed time to cuddle and pamper one another. Freed even teased that it was like aftercare for emotional trauma.
Evening darkened, and the two found themselves sitting by the fire, Freed curled in Laxus' arms, enjoying his hair being stroked down. Laxus spent many minutes simply petting his head, staring at the flames, thinking of a million horrific scenarios that could have happened that day, and cherishing that he could hold Freed like this.
One question kept cycling through Laxus' head: what would I do if Freed had been killed?
It was a horrific and lonely thought. What would become of him without Freed? Would he slip right back into the life he had? Would he be able to fall in love again? Would he even be able to continue at all?
Laxus had lost his mother at a young age. He knew firsthand that loved ones could vanish on you, and you had to press on, live without them, managed your own path without their light to guide you. It was hard to continue without his mother, but to continue without Freed … he could not imagine it at all.
He squeezed his arms around Freed a little tighter. A year ago, Laxus thought he needed no one. There was the freedom of independence, but also loneliness: no friends, no contact with family, no one who really cared if he stayed, moved, ate, starved, lived, or died. He liked it that way, no attachments, no one to pest him. Now, he could not imagine waking up and not having Freed there to scold him about having more for breakfast than just coffee.
He could not imagine having to bury him, and then trying to continue with his life.
Freed was now such a vital part of how Laxus defined himself. They had intertwined so tightly, there was no separating them.
And yet it could happen, and so suddenly. He was realizing how fragile this connection was, how precious life was, and what a blessing it was to have Freed in his life. In the BDSM community, it was taught that subs are a gift to cherish. Laxus had spent years using subs and hating them, old men or rich bastards who wanted a thrill and had the money to pay him for it. Now, here was a man he honestly could cherish, but more than that.
It was a man he could not life without. He simply could not picture a future without Freed there.
"You're squeezing a little too tight," Freed warned.
Laxus realizing he was crushing him, and his arms loosened. Freed inhaled deeply and rubbed out a rib.
"Sorry," Laxus muttered, mad that he was so overwhelmed, he was not paying attention to Freed's needs.
Freed turned around on the couch and straddled Laxus' thighs. He stroked the worried brow until the lines soothed away, and he watched as Laxus' face loosened and his muscles released.
"You're probably thinking the same things as me," Freed said quietly. "Worst-case scenarios, what-if's, being alone … I don't like to think about it. You're part of who I am now."
"Exactly," Laxus said as he gazed into those turquoise eyes. "Like two snakes twisted together."
"I was more thinking like how iron and carbon are added to make a steel sword."
"You and your swords," Laxus teased. "But I like that one. We've been pounded, put in the fire, forged and beaten all over, but in the end we managed to be something awesome that cuts through the bullshit of life." He picked up Freed's hand and looked at the silver promise ring with swords etched around the rim. "Inseparable, like iron and carbon in a steel sword," he muttered, admiring the shine of the ring in the light of the fireplace.
Freed leaned over and kissed him, and Laxus wrapped his arms around, pulling Freed to be even closer. Life without these kisses was unthinkable. Life without this heat and aroma and soft hums on both of their lips was beyond belief.
"It's you or nothing," Laxus muttered, speaking his thoughts aloud. "I honestly do still hate myself for putting your life in that sort of danger."
"You saved me."
"I shot a gun in your direction."
"Hey." He cupped Laxus' cheeks between his hands. "The decisions we make every single day could put us or loved ones at risk. We can't not do what's necessary just because there's a small chance of injury. I'm alive," he whispered. "Very likely, only because you were there." He leaned over and kissed him. "You're my hero."
Laxus felt his face burst out red. "Shut up," he grumbled, wishing he could pretend he was not blushing and hoping Freed would not call him out on it. "After all this, I've decided, I'm going to be your bodyguard, your protector, your own damn private security force. I don't care how I do it, but I'm not going to risk your safety again."
Freed smiled as he gazed down at him. "My protector, huh?"
"Especially if you go running off into the woods like that."
"You know, in a way, you're sort of like the Big Bad Wolf and the Huntsman at the same time."
Laxus chuckled and teased, "I guess that that makes you Little Green Riding Hood."
"That's a thought for a Halloween couple's costume."
"You in a dress? I honestly wouldn't mind seeing that, if just to watch you get embarrassed." Laxus stroked Freed's hair again, loving the feel of it and how it helped him to relax. "Can I make a suggestion for tonight?"
This piqued Freed's interest.
"I wanna fuck you. I seriously, seriously want to. But … damn me, but I just want to cuddle you the whole night."
Freed smirked in pleasure. "Then, if it pleases you, may I make a request, master?"
Laxus' cock twitched just hearing him call him that. "I'll allow it."
Freed slid his finger down Laxus' chest, flicking the buttons of his flannel shirt as he went. "Make love to me," he whispered, sliding down to the next button. "As slowly as you can." Then down to a third button. "Don't you dare speed up. Even when you're about to come, I don't want you to thrust fast. I'll end it if you do. Slowly," he said, undoing the last button. "I want you to torture me by never once speeding up. If you don't finish, that's also okay, but don't you dare go at a speed I would deem as being fast."
"We need to determine what that speed is," Laxus said, shrugging his shoulders to help as Freed pulled the shirt off.
"I'll tell you if you reach a speed I disapprove of." Freed kissed the side of Laxus' neck, nipping it playfully. "Slowly. The slowest you've ever done it, and cuddle me the whole time. Cherish that our bodies can be united. Feel inside me, and let me feel you becoming a part of me."
"Fuck." Laxus shivered at Freed's words and his mouth nipping around his throat. "Where?"
"Right here is fine." Freed stood up and moved back. "I'm going to prepare myself. Put some more wood on the fire, and be naked when I come back. Also … no condom. If you don't come, I'm fine with that, but if you do, I want that part of you inside me until morning."
Laxus groaned, and he knew right then, he was definitely going to come in Freed's ass.
Going slow, though … it was a sweet torture for both of them. It was Freed giving orders, but Laxus tormenting him in precisely the way he wanted it.
Leave it to Freed to figure out something that was precisely what they both needed.
He threw a few more quartered logs onto the charred pieces in the fireplace and stoked them to light. The heat rose significantly, definitely hot enough for them to be naked and not feel chilled.
Laxus ran to the bedroom while Freed was in the bathroom and grabbed tissues and lube. No point in ruining the Justine's couch, and if they were going to go slow, they would need a lot of lube to reapply over and over.
Then he stripped out of his pants and boxers, adding them to the discarded shirt. To make it nicer for Freed, he threw the clothes in the hamper, still waiting for him to finish prepping. Laxus looked around at the living room, making sure everything was ready. He felt a rush of excitement, planning something so simple, yet something they had never tried before. He had teased Freed, fucked him over and over again, denied him orgasms, but never had he made love and never sped up.
He would have to stay aroused by purely the fact that he and Freed were one body for that moment, like iron and carbon … and his sword was ready.
Still, he waited. Freed was either taking his time, or making him wait on purpose. Laxus fixed himself a whiskey on the rocks and looked around once more. Tissues were nearby, the lube had to be in reaching distance, the fire was a nice roar now, everything was perfect.
Should he sit? Should he stand? Should he be on the couch looking bored, or stand by the fire with his arms folded, looking annoyed?
No … he should wait for Freed to come to him. He should follow Freed's lead and let him call the shots. Rather than scold him for taking a long time, he should feel honored that Freed decided to join him. Laxus took his drink and sat naked on the couch.
When Freed finally came out, Laxus' heart sped up. He was gloriously naked, his hair brushed out and smooth, his body pale and refined, his cheeks just a little flushed with knowledge of what was to come, and his cock half hard already in anticipation. He said nothing as he climbed onto the couch and straddled over Laxus' thighs again.
"Don't speak," he instructed, settling on his lap. "No cussing allowed. You may speak one word, only if you need something. Other than that, no talking."
Deprived of permission to speak, Laxus only touched him. His hands caressed over Freed's chest and up and down his arms. Freed reached down and began to stroke Laxus until he was fully firm. He saw the bottle of lube to the side and smiled. Leave it to a good dom to be prepared! Freed took the lube and drizzled it on, rubbing it around the hard cock. He gazed into Laxus' eyes as he stroked, his hand wet with lube.
"Tissue," he instructed.
Laxus grabbed a tissue out of the box and handed it over. Freed wiped his wet hand off and tossed the tissue aside.
"No words," he reminded as his hips lifted. "Completely mute."
Laxus watched Freed's face as he got his ass lined up with the tip of the cock. He watched in wonder, admiring every face, the initial discomfort, the pinched pain, then the mouth dropping open in bliss as Freed adjusted and glided down. Every single facial expression was sacred to Laxus. He could hardly think to moan as he watched, enthralled by Freed's face.
They sat there for a while, Freed not moving, Laxus unsure if he should move, neither really focused on sex yet, not in that way. They were joined! Laxus held Freed, stroked his hair, and felt intensely amazed at him. He was honored to be a part of this man's life, and now a part of his body. He felt like the carbon to Freed's iron, and they were merging to become something glorious.
For Freed, he liked having Laxus in there. It felt right. It felt complete.
He was a complete man, because Laxus made him stronger.
The hands that caressed him gave Freed shivers. The feel of Laxus' cock spreading him and filling him was bliss. He barely even wanted to move. He just wanted to stay in this moment, connected, two becoming one.
"God, Freed, I love you so—"
A finger pressed against his lips. "I told you, no talking."
"Not even that?" he asked, slightly upset that Freed did not even want to hear him say how much he loved him.
"Don't tell me anything." Freed leaned forward, pressing his chest against Laxus', pushing him back against the couch, and as he did, his hips raised. "Show me. No words. Show me with everything else, with all of you."
Freed pulled up until felt the flared head just barely still inside him. Then slowly, their eyes locked together, he slid back down, letting Laxus sink inside. Again, his hips went up, a full ten seconds to get him to an apex, and back down, ten more seconds of easing the cock back inside of him.
"That speed," he whispered.
"You do it for now," Laxus said. "I want … I need to watch you."
Freed bit his lip, but he did it once more, watching Laxus' face, the redness to his cheeks, the glazed, amorous look in his blue eyes, and how his whole face screamed of longing.
Freed leaned over into Laxus' ear and whispered with a hot breath, "I'm yours."
Laxus' eyes slammed shut. Damned tears! As his chest wanted to convulse, Freed glided up again, and he felt the tightness stroking his whole length, before a slow and torturous return back into that heat. It was nowhere close to be fast enough to work him to a climax. Freed had said he didn't have to come, and maybe this was what he meant. It was motion to remind them that they were together, to feel the depth of this connection. It was not sex in the sense of working toward a frantic conclusion.
It was far more sacred than that.
Just as Freed settled fully back down, Laxus saw his mouth open in a quiet exhale, not even a moan, more like deep relief. Suddenly, Laxus grabbed Freed and curled his arms around him.
"Stay. Don't move."
Freed kept still. He felt Laxus' chest shudder. He heard "Sh-" and "F-" just before Laxus cut the words off, remembering their rules: no cussing. Instead, all that emotion he usually expressed in profanity bottled deep inside, and it was threatening to overwhelm him.
Freed felt Laxus petting his head again. That seemed to calm him, so he sat still, being a pet for him, enjoy the gentleness of that huge hand.
Inside him, Laxus was softening up, and Freed was fine with that. Laxus needed to work through something first, and petting Freed was the cure for the moment.
It took a few minutes, listening to the fireplace crackling, the pops of burning wood, the mountain wind outside, and Laxus steadying his breath. Freed did not try to look as Laxus wiped his eyes. He could save him that much pride. Slowly, reluctantly, Laxus loosened his arms and leaned back. Freed sat up straight again and gazed down. Laxus' eyelids were pink, there was a glisten of tears he had tried to wipe away but only smudged, and his lips looked pale from being pursed together.
"Cock's soft," he grumbled.
"I can tell." Freed smiled as he caressed a thumb over Laxus' lips. "Don't talk."
Freed planted his feet down and slid off the flaccid penis. Laxus felt ashamed and frustrated, but Freed held his hand out, his eyes twinkling with a plan. Laxus took his hand and let Freed lead him away. As they walked, Laxus grabbed up the lube bottle. Maybe they could do more in a bit.
Freed led Laxus to the bedroom and pulled him down. They slid under the covers, and Freed spooned himself tight against Laxus, making sure his ass was in the perfect place for more, if the need arose.
However, for now, Laxus cuddled Freed, kissed the back of his shoulders, stroked his hair, and traced his fingers over the pale, slender limbs.
How lucky he was!
His hands drifted over Freed's chest, and as the nails scraped over his nipples, Freed let out a small whimper that set Laxus right back into needing him.
"More?" Laxus asked, following the rules by keeping it to only one word.
Freed nodded frantically, and although he could not see, Laxus could almost hear him biting his lip to hold back. He reached over for the lube, put on more, and yanked Freed up close. Spooned together, Laxus pushed himself inside. This time, there was a lewd moan from Freed.
Hardly thinking, Laxus made a needy thrust, and Freed instantly yanked away, rolling over and crouched on the bed like a panther ready to attack.
"I said don't go fast. I'm serious."
Laxus glared defiantly, but if that was Freed's rule, he had to obey. He nodded in consent, and Freed slithered back, this time sliding himself onto Laxus, settling up against him.
Laxus cuddled him, making only slow, lazy thrusts. It was enough to feel friction without receiving full stimulation. Despite that, Freed could hear his breath growing more ragged. Laxus obviously wanted more, but he was struggling to obey. The slightly sadistic side of Freed liked hearing Laxus in sexual frustration.
And just to toy with him, he clenched his ass.
Laxus went instantly still, and his whole body tensed. Freed wanted to see his face, but he took comfort in listening to the hard breathing of holding back.
Freed pulled away and turned around. He gently pushed Laxus onto his back, straddled over, and slid down, taking Laxus into him. He hummed, that connection diving into his soul.
"You're part of me."
Laxus shivered to hear that.
"Body and soul."
Laxus felt the infuriating and elating slow slide up and down.
"Mine to have, to hold."
Laxus' eyes snapped open.
"Til death—"
"Freed!"
He sat up and grabbed Freed by the shoulders, holding him still and shocking him out of his ecstasy.
"Do you know what you were saying?"
Freed really didn't, lost in the moment, drowning in the emotions, but it dawned on him, and his face burned red.
"Don't make an oath like that so lightly," Laxus scolded, but his face softened into a smile. "Save that for another day."
Freed nodded, biting his lip. He looked aside, his brow taut, and Laxus wondered what he was thinking. Sure, what he was saying was close to other oaths, but why was he concentrating like that?
"Fini."
Laxus stared, confused. Fini? What the hell was a—
FINI!
They had given themselves a marriage safeword, something to say when one knew they wanted to get married, without the awkwardness of proposing only to be rejected. Freed had just used the safeword. He was ready.
Freed coyly looked up into Laxus' eyes, seeking if he remembered their plan, and by the awestruck expression, the dropped jaw and shiver in his hands, he definitely remembered. The shock made him laugh softly, feeling almost embarrassed. After all, he had just told his boyfriend that he was ready to spend the rest of his life with him.
"I'm not going to pressure you," Freed promised. "Don't say it back to me until you truly are ready. I can wait. I just … I know. Right now, I know." He ran his hands up and down Laxus' chest, feeling the muscles under his fingers. "I can see myself spending the rest of my life with you."
"I'm … I'm honored," Laxus muttered, feeling numbed by the confession. "I…"
Freed put a finger to his lips. "Don't talk."
He kissed Laxus, and his body moved again. Now, Laxus didn't even want faster sex. He wanted to stay united just like this … forever.
But he was not ready for marriage. Definitely not yet.
Sure, it was a little intimidating, knowing his boyfriend wanted to marry him, feeling like now he was the one who had to work through issues to reach that decisiveness, but Freed's angelic smile let him know it was okay to not be ready. That was precisely why they came up with the marriage safeword.
He was soft again, but that was fine. Suddenly, Laxus felt like an orgasm was not even needed that night. He was satisfied separating, kissing, cuddling, and then if his cock firmed up, pulling Freed back to him, possessing him, loving him, cherishing him.
Neither one of them came that night, there were no kinks, no limits, no master and slave, not even really fucking, per se. Yet as they fell asleep, Laxus felt like that was, by far, the best sex they had ever had.
He was woken up in the middle of the night with Freed groping him, his dick already hard, and lust raging ten times more wildly than ever. All that sex earlier with no finale meant he was built up and raging.
Sensing he was awake now, Freed pulled on Laxus and leaned into his ear.
"Fuck me. Hard!" he whispered.
His angel had turned into an incubus.
Laxus leaped up, and in the silvery light of the moon he saw Freed crawl up to his hands and knees. He wanted it like an animal.
Laxus lined up and pressed in, finding Freed was still slick with the lube from earlier. His ass fluttered around his cock, like it wanted to suck it all in. This time, Laxus could plunge in as fast as he wanted, and Freed arched up with a lewd cry that awakened all the darkness and desire inside of Laxus. Inch by inch, he sank into the softness and heat, moaning with a wildness that the mountain animals outside probably already knew.
"Please, master," he whispered. "Hard."
"Greedy slave," he said in adoration, grasping Freed's hips and pulling them to him. "I should make you fuck yourself on my cock if you're that greedy, except you teased me all night with that slow sexiness that drove me damn near insane with wanting you, you whore."
A sob of neediness shivered out of Freed.
Laxus looked down and saw Freed stretched around him, his limbs shaking, his back aglow in moonlight. "So damn sexy," he sighed, stroking Freed's spine like a cat. "My precious, perfect slave."
There was a whimper, and Freed wiggled with need.
"No, no. You made me go slow, so now I get to admire my precious property … before I wreck you."
That promise left Freed gasping.
"I swear, I think your aim is to make me need you so desperately, I become your slave. And I think it's working. Is that your goal? Do you plan to enslave me with how wonderful you are?"
"N-no, master," he whispered in a shaky breath.
"What was your goal in all that?" Part of him was honestly curious.
Freed whimpered, and his voice was faint. "I wanted it to be gentle."
Laxus yanked Freed up from around the chest and clutched him against his body. "I can do gentle if it's what you need. Anything you want, Freed." His hands stroked up and down his torso and plucked at his nipples while his lips sucked along his neck. "I am here to spoil you. Tell me what you want."
"Hard," he said, his throat shaking too much to say anything else.
"Beg for it."
Laxus felt him shaking in his arms while his fingers kept twisting Freed's nipples. "Please, master. Fuck me hard. Rough. Use me. Make me hurt, make me bleed, make me be unable to move in the morning, just please, God, as rough as you can, please!"
First, so gentle they couldn't finish, now so rough he wanted to hurt. "I won't make you bleed. I don't want to do anything to mar your flawless skin."
"I want it."
"We don't have the gear to patch you up. But I'll use you."
He slammed Freed down to the bed so hard, he really did cry out in pain. Then Laxus grabbed his arms and squeezed his wrists together so hard, Freed howled.
"I'll make you hurt."
He began to pound into him, driving Freed into the firm mattress, plowing into him so rough, he knew Freed would be limping. Despite the screams muffled into the pillows, Laxus felt Freed trying to push back, wanting it even harder. Laxus suddenly pulled back, just far enough to slap Freed's ass so hard, he yelled for real. Laxus almost would have been worried from that shout of pain, except for the way Freed clenched around him and began to grind back into him.
"More," Freed hissed.
"Greedy slave," Laxus snarled, slapping his ass again with an open palm. Then he plunged in, earning another muffled scream. He thrust, then spanked, and with each strike Freed got tighter and tighter on his dick. "You'll feel this in the morning," Laxus promised, smacking him again and feeling the way Freed slammed back into him with building need. He grunted as he struggled with making each thrust the hardest his hips could do. Then he grabbed Freed's flared hip bones to yank him onto his dick. "Fuck, you're gonna feel this!"
He heard a hiss, maybe a "yes!" but Laxus was too into the moment to listen. All the tenderness from earlier was being balanced out with pure carnal lust. He realized Freed was stroking himself, and he did not care to tell him not to come yet.
No, let him enjoy it. He deserved it.
Then Freed's head collapsed back into him. By the hitched breath and the way he was clenched so tightly, Laxus realized he was coming. He smelled it somewhere below on the bedsheets, a wet puddle now.
"You're gonna feel this," Laxus growled. "You precious … perfect … perfect … fuck!" He bit into Freed's shoulder, getting a shocked yelp, and his fingers clawed into his hips, yanking him in for the last thrust as he burst apart.
Freed did feel it. He felt the teeth sinking in, the piercing pain of the fingernails, and jolt after jolt pulsing into him. He felt claimed, which was precisely what he needed.
He had told Laxus he was ready to make him a husband, so he needed to make sure Laxus needed him just as much.
The teeth released and Freed felt a burn where they had chomped down. The hands on his hips loosened and dropped, and he stung down there. Then slowly, Laxus pulled back, and Freed felt cum dripping down his thighs.
"Too damn perfect," Laxus panted in exhaustion. "Fuck you for being a perfect whore." He kissed the pink indents of his teeth and saw Freed flinch. "Are you okay? Was that too much?"
Freed shook his head, still trembling. Laxus' hand caressed his arms.
"Do you need anything?"
How he could go from wild carnivore to attentive boyfriend was the final breaking point for Freed. He spun around and threw his arms around Laxus, stunning him. Gradually, Laxus relaxed into the embrace and smoothed down the long, green hair.
"I'm glad you need me," Freed whispered.
Laxus kissed the side of his head. "Of course I need you, and I'm honored you want me. Really." He grumbled, "I'm a little blown away by it, to be honest." He held Freed's cheeks and looked right into his eyes. "Are you really sure?"
"I wouldn't use a safeword unless I was certain," Freed said with a bit of haughtiness in his voice.
"Because you're a good slave," Laxus praised, petting his head and smiling as Freed cuddled into his hand.
"I'm very sure now," Freed said, trying to be serious. "If I knew you were ready, I would have gotten on one knee today."
The image of that made Laxus' cheeks warm. "Well … I prefer you on both knees for now," he said with a wild gleam in his eyes. "I'm honored. Just give me time."
"I know," Freed whispered. "I want you to be absolutely certain you want it. Don't you dare agree just because I said it first."
"Yes, Mr. Justine," he said playfully. He liked how Freed bit his lip and looked bashful for his moment of authority. "Can you stand?"
"Nope." He collapsed back onto the mattress, but rolled away instantly with a disgusted look on his face. "Awww, I flopped on my cum." In disgust, he tried to wipe it off.
Suddenly, Laxus scooped Freed into his arms, getting him to yelp in shock. "Looks like I have to carry you to the bathroom like a bride."
Freed pouted in embarrassment. "Don't tease about that."
"Of course I'm going to," he said with his normal dominant smirk. "Shower or tub?"
"My brain says shower because I'm ready to fall asleep, my ass says tub because it's really sore."
"Good," Laxus purred. "Shower now, soak in the morning. I want you still sore when you wake up. Serves you right for touching my cock when I was still asleep."
"Should I refrain?"
"You have full permission, but realize I'll punish you if I catch you."
Freed hummed sensually. "Promise?"
Laxus laughed and shook his head. "Bitch, stop it now or I'll bang you in the shower as well."
Freed stroked along the chiseled jawline and whispered with even more provocativeness, "Promise?"
Laxus cursed under his breath and hoped to hell his refractory time was short, because he really wanted to make sure Freed could not walk in the morning.
Between hiking, swimming in the river, and a fuckfest that lasted the rest of their vacation, it was a miracle either one of them could walk by the time they loaded up the cab to take them to Denver Airport.
"I need a vacation from our vacation," Laxus groaned, letting the cab driver earn his money by staying in a chair inside while their luggage was being loaded.
Freed laughed primly, going over a checklist before he left the cabin. "It's your own fault you couldn't keep it in your pants for more than six hours this week."
"Worth it," Laxus muttered. He glanced over to Freed, dressed in a suit worthy of the heir to a fortune. "How are you doing?"
"Better than you, apparently, since I can walk and you can't."
"I could," he snapped and grumbled petulantly, "Don't wanna."
Freed chuckled at the childishness that was so endearing in the massive blond.
"Did you call your sibs yet? How are they doing?"
"Fine. Evergreen has sworn off nature and believes everything west of the Mississippi should be paved in concrete. Bickslow said don't call him back. Apparently, he's hoping to get lucky with Lisanna."
Laxus laughed with a relaxed smile. "You three are pretty awesome, ya know." He thought back to the crayon drawing he had seen up in the attic. "Thunder God Tribe," he muttered to himself.
Freed came up behind Laxus and draped himself over the back of the seat, wrapping his arms around the broad shoulders. "The other two like you well enough. As for me," he whispered warmly in Laxus' ear, "you know I'll always chase after my Thor, trying to catch your thunder." Freed kissed him on the cheek. "My thunder god."
The blue eyes that turned up to him were filled with love, words he could not yet say, not with the cab driver coming back to grab the last two bags. Still, birds sang like it was some cheesy Disney movie, and Laxus saw Freed just a little differently now.
This was not just a man who loved him, which was amazing enough.
This was a man who had decided he wanted to spend the rest of his life with him, of all the people in this world who were far more worthy.
Just as their lips began to lean in closer, the cab driver called over, "Sirs, we are ready to go."
At the shout, Freed pulled away and straightened up with a nervous clearing of his throat. Laxus made to stand, but a muscle in his groin honestly hurt. He tried to hide his fatigue, but Freed heard the pained grunt.
"Are you okay?" he asked in amusement.
"Shut up," Laxus grumbled. There was no way he would admit that Freed's insatiable stamina had defeated him that week. Seriously, how could he walk when it was his ass that got so thoroughly plowed, yet Laxus was the one limping?
While Freed made sure all the lights were off and the doors locked, Laxus pulled on his coat. He stood on the porch, gazing out at the evergreen forest and crisp mountain sky.
"We gotta come back here in winter."
"Definitely!" Freed gave one last look around. "Although it'll be nice to be back home. We have tomorrow to sleep in, then I go back to work."
Laxus slid a suspicious glance over. "You sound happy to go back into the rat race."
Freed laughed and walked toward the waiting cab. "Is it strange that I really am looking forward to it? The company has some good things coming up, and I want to be in the middle of it," he said with enthusiasm.
Laxus muttered, "The fresh face of the business world." Freed hummed in question. "That's what Fiore Business Magazine called you."
"Oh, that," he said, brushing it off with embarrassment. "I wonder if it's still in grocery stores."
"I'll have to check. We need bread when we get back home anyway."
"Oh, and some milk and tea. Let's go grocery shopping tomorrow, after we do all the laundry from the vacation."
Laxus only hummed in agreement, but inside his chest, his heart tingled. Grocery shopping and laundry! Such simple, domestic things. It was nice to think of spending the rest of his life shopping for milk and folding clothes.
With his husband … husband!
Yes, it really was a nice thought.
Someday…
Next Chapter: "Watches and Stones"
A/N: I finally got around to making the audio dramas for the past two chapters. I put a lot of work into Chapter 64's audio, since I wanted to show the life-or-death drama with the bear, so real bear sound effects and gunshots, and Chapter 65's audio was hard because the farm dog is super protective over me now, and every time there was a yelp, he'd begin barking right at my bedroom door. This is why it's so hard to get any writing done lately, and especially audios. Living on a farm with lots of conservative roommates is not the best place to be writing and acting out gay smut, LOL!
Chapter 64 – https://chirb.it/fyDgrI
Chapter 65 – https://chirb.it/CL42hm
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