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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 List
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Chapter 7
Spoiling Each Other
They played pachinko and a game of gō, Freed with his crew cut and Laxus with his hair pulled back by Freed into a pony tail that hung to his shoulders and kept getting longer as the day went by. Unfortunately, there was no cinema around. They walked together through the small town, but many of the shops were closed with the hair curse affecting all the villagers.
"Hey, ya hungry?" Laxus asked instead.
"A little. By the time we walk to the restaurant, I probably will be."
"Then come on."
The restaurant Laxus had reserved was probably the most high-class in this provincial town. What had caught Laxus' eyes was a certain dish. This town specialized in fried chicken, but this restaurant also served a coq au vin that Freed had loved as a child.
They sat in a nearly-empty restaurant, just the two of them, a bottle of wine, and music from a violinist whose poor hair had been shaped into a massive music note, yet he still played with a look of peace on his face, as if he could only handle his hair catastrophe by losing himself in music.
"This is really good," Freed mentioned. "It's pretty amazing, these small town restaurants. They often have some of the best food."
Laxus loved simply gazing at him. He was so elegant, so refined, it was a pleasure just watching him sip his glass. Everything about him put Laxus at ease and warmed his heart.
"Are you enjoying it?"
Freed swallowed his wine and nodded. "Mm! Thanks."
If it had been any other time, with any other man, Freed would have thought that this was immensely romantic. Now, considering it was Laxus who took him there, and especially after the awkwardness of last night, he truly had no idea what to make of it all. His heart wanted to think of this as a date, but his mind knew that was wishful thinking. Laxus was straight. How many women had he randomly slept with on missions? Hell, he might end up in the bed of some town girl later tonight. Freed knew he had to accept this, no matter how much it hurt. Last night was nothing more than a…
What? Mistake? Fluke? A one-time-thing? Laxus had never called it any of that.
Freed still didn't know what to think of it.
Laxus sighed, set down his fork, and looked out the window at the lake that sprawled outside the restaurant. It really was a romantic setting. He just wished this could have been a real date. Maybe that had been on his mind when he booked the reservations. He would come back, clarify everything, Freed would shout out that he had wanted to be touched, he liked it, he wanted more, and … well, after that, his mind had taken some stupid turn toward them hugging and confessing in sappy words. God, he never should have let Mira read that romance book to him years ago. He had thought at the time that if he let her, she might put out. She was prim and proper, though, and he had been a big jackass back then. Now ideas from that mushy book floated through his mind, and it made his heart ache even more.
He caught sight of movement and glanced over as Freed lifted the wineglass to his lips. Freed was so refine, it made Laxus feel almost intimidated. He wanted him, and he was scared of him. He was such a gentleman, far too good for a man like him, and yet that made Laxus instinctively want to spoil Freed.
The long lashes raised, and turquoise eyes met his, shining in candlelight, his cheeks pink from wine. Laxus almost choked on his food. Shit, he was sexy! Just that, just one damn look, and Laxus felt his face growing warmer. He looked away sharply, wishing his heart would slow down.
Freed wondered what was wrong. Laxus had stopped eating, but what was weirder, he was hardly drinking. Yet his cheeks were definitely flushed. Could he be blushing?
He wanted to hope … but no. Maybe he was just recalling last night. It was erotic enough to make anyone blush. Yet he also had his lower lip jutted out, the same stubborn expression he gave whenever Makarov or Mira scolded him over something. Was he scolding himself still?
"Laxus?" Freed saw him bristle at his voice. All he wanted was for him to relax and enjoy this outing. "What's the matter now?"
Laxus looked over again, and slowly he loosened up. Freed smiled reassuringly, but that made Laxus blush even more. He tried to hide it by taking a long drink from his wineglass, but Freed wondered … could there actually be more to it?
"Can we talk?" Laxus finally asked, his voice deep and low.
Freed swallowed hard. He knew they would sort this out eventually, but … here? In public?
"I need to confess something."
Freed completely stopped breathing. Confess? This could either be very good or very, very bad.
"It's eating me up inside, so I need to be honest." Laxus looked back out at the lake, trying to calm himself, plus he could not bear to see Freed's face for this next part. "What happened last night … wasn't an accident. It wasn't some insane impulse. It was something I've been wanting to do. I just did it. I didn't even think twice. And I'm sorry."
Freed tried to gulp, but his throat had tensed up, along with everything else in his body. He … wanted … to? What?
"Dammit, there's no easy way to say this." He tapped his fingers on the table in anxiousness. Laxus knew he was a blunt man, but this was one of those moments where he wanted to say things right. "Freed, I've known you for a long time now. I've come to trust you more than anyone in my entire life, and what's shocking is how much you trust me. I … like having you close to me, because I trust you to have my back. For years, it was just an admiration of your strength. I know better than anyone, you're insanely powerful. Your magic is plain terrifying. Now, though … now, it's more, and it's become inappropriate."
Freed dropped his gaze. It was honestly a real love confession. Laxus was actually attracted to him. His brain was screaming that this couldn't be real, this was a dream, yet his heart was already fluttering. He wanted to shout out that he felt the same way, but his tongue forgot how to work. He kept gulping, wanting to speak clearly, yet his lower jaw shivered with how tense it was just to keep from screaming.
"I shouldn't have let that admiration turn into what it did last night," Laxus went on. "Even if you don't mind, even if you trust me, it meant a lot more to me than just…" Dammit, how could he phrase this in public? He carefully chose his words: "It's something … I shouldn't do … unless it's mutual. Otherwise, it's unfair to you. And last night wasn't mutual at all. It was just me being greedy. Even if you didn't mind, you still didn't want it."
"Wh-what?" he gasped. How did he come to that conclusion? He had told Laxus…
No, wait. Laxus was right. Twice, he had asked if Freed wanted it, and Freed had been so nervous, he answered with vague words. Laxus must have been seeking out direct confirmation, and Freed had sidestepped out of fear.
It was time to be reckless for once.
Freed blurted out, "I have a confession, too."
Laxus froze. 'No way. No fucking way!'
"I didn't mind and didn't stop you because … b-because it was something that I wanted you to do." He laughed softly. Was that seriously all he had to say? Had Laxus just wanted to hear that? "I don't know how long it's lasted, but I've had a crush on you for some time now. I kept trying to ignore it, forget it, I felt there was no way to tell you. You're straight. Or, I thought you were."
"Wait. So, you feel the same way I do?" asked Laxus.
"Apparently, yes." Freed laughed again.
"And last night?"
"I'm sorry I wasn't clear enough. I didn't mind because it was something I wanted to do with you. I liked it." He muttered bashfully, "I wouldn't mind doing it again."
"God, we're idiots," Laxus muttered.
Freed chuckled awkwardly. "We respect each other so much, we both felt that we couldn't say anything about it."
"And it's a weird thing to say."
"It humiliating," Freed agreed, knowing his blushing must be up to his ears, just like how Laxus looked.
There was a moment of relief between them, laughs, shaking their heads, and coy glances. What they felt truly was mutual, and that was too amazing for words.
"Laxus?" Freed fortified his resolved. "Would you want to continue from last night?"
Again, Laxus looked confused. "Do you mean shower sex again? Sure, if you wanna. It was awesome."
Freed laughed and wished he had long hair again so he could hide half his face with it. How blunt could Laxus be! "No, not … well, I wouldn't mind … uh, ahem! What I'm saying is, do you want to go out with me? Together? Could … could we…?"
"Yes," Laxus answered right away. "Yeah, I … I want that."
Freed sighed and let the nervousness sink out. That was a lot harder than he ever imagined.
"Freed?"
He tensed right back up again. However, Laxus had a smile.
"Thank you."
God, what a smile! The way his blue eyes shined really did make Freed melt. "Thank you for saying yes. Otherwise, this evening would have gotten very awkward."
Laxus picked up his wineglass, Freed lifted his as well, and they tapped glasses together in a cheers.
"To love," said Freed.
"To honesty, from here on out."
Yes, for how much they trusted one another, they had not been honest in a long time. It felt good to get that secret off his chest. He knew Laxus would have accepted any of his emotions, but to have them returned … Freed could not remember when he last felt so happy.
They left the restaurant and returned to the hotel to grab the cigars, whiskey bottle, two glasses, and a blanket. The sun had set and the sky was getting dark as they trekked out to a hill with soft grass and flowers all around. Freed spread out the blanket, and Laxus poured the whiskey for both of them. Freed was not normally one for such strong liquor, but he could indulge for Laxus' sake.
Laxus held up his glass. "To honesty."
Freed lifted his and clinked them together. "To hopefulness."
Oh? Laxus liked the implication in that. They both took a sip. Laxus felt the liquor ease out the tension he had been feeling all day, but Freed instantly cringed up with the bite of the alcohol. Laxus had to laugh at that.
"Good shit, huh?" Laxus said in amusement.
Freed coughed at how strong it was. "Well, I'm glad you like it."
"I do. Goes well with the cigar." He lit up the stogie and took a puff. "You don't mind, do you?"
"Not that type. This one actually smells nice."
"Cheap cigars smell like shit."
Freed took another tiny sip and watched Laxus, glass in his hand, cigar in his mouth, a sight he saw so often, and yet now it was different. The moonlight really lit him up, and the smells were things Freed strongly associated with him. It made his feel relaxed, protected, and warm.
"Stars look good after a storm," Laxus muttered.
Freed turned his gaze and saw the heavens with all of their lights. He knew most of the constellations and began to pick them out. Freed took another sip of the whiskey and cringed up a little yet again. At least it was beginning to relax him. He leaned back on the blanket to continue looking up at the stars.
Laxus poured another glass of whiskey and sat up until his cigar was low enough to crush out. He wanted to lie down with Freed, but he felt weird and nervous to do that now.
After a moment he said, "About the shower…"
"Again?" Freed asked. He really was obsessed with this.
"I know you wanted it, but I'm still sorry I did it without even asking."
Freed chuckled and gazed at him. "Then just ask next time. I'll say yes, you know."
Hearing Freed say that was a comfort. Laxus really had dreaded the idea that he molested Freed. Knowing that he wanted it, enjoyed it, and even wanted more, turned last night from a nightmare of selfish passion into a great memory Laxus would cherish.
His hand began to reach out, but he stopped. He was far too worried about doing something Freed would not like, so he decided to ask. "Can I touch your hair?"
Freed laughed at his timid side. "Always."
Laxus stroked the short, green strands. He missed Freed's long hair. How he would have loved to tangle his fingers into that! But this was also nice. He saw the hickey on Freed's neck. He had been avoiding looking there, feeling disgusted at himself, but now that mark made him proud. This man was his! He found himself leaning over, resting on an elbow, gazing down at Freed as he felt the softness of his hair and gazed into his eyes. Freed also reached up, but he was feeling Laxus' face and neck. Laxus loved the softness of his touch. How he would love to have those hands in other places!
Then he felt a slight tug. He looked down, and Freed was staring at his lips, faintly pulling on his neck, urging him to come closer. Laxus leaned over, slowly and filled with hesitation, until finally his lips met Freed's.
Their first kiss!
Freed shivered as he felt the gentle power of Laxus' lips. He was being cautious, but Freed could tell, Laxus could probably kiss him roughly … and the idea thrilled him. For now, the nervous kiss was perfect. Laxus was not simply indulging; he was savoring it. The kiss was slow, soft, a little timid, not at all how he imagined Laxus' kisses would be, and yet it was sweet to feel that side of him.
Then blond hair flopped forward and smothered Freed. Laxus leaned up, muttering profanities as he tried to get his cursed long hair out of the way. Frustrated that their kiss was ruined by such an annoying thing, Laxus collapsed back onto the blanket to stare up at the stars.
"That was nice," he said, and he instantly cringed that it was such a stupid thing to say.
"Very nice," Freed said in amusement. "You're a good kisser." He looked over to watch Laxus' face turn bright red. What an adorable reaction!
"Yeah, well … you're damn good, too," Laxus said. 'How the hell do you flirt?'
Freed rolled over to look at him better. "Want more?"
Laxus turned his head, looking stunned by how forward Freed was being. Not waiting for a verbal reply, Freed leaned in closer, combing his fingers through the long, golden hair, and he kissed Laxus a little stronger than before. He could smell the cigar, the whiskey, Laxus himself, and he wanted more. He lightly licked Laxus' lips, and they didn't merely part. Laxus grabbed the back of his head and yanked him to dive in. Their tongues met and Freed heard a moan that drove him crazy. He pushed himself up and trapped Laxus between his arms.
Laxus opened his eyes for a moment to see Freed above him and the stars as a glorious background. Damn, this was what he wanted! He clutched at Freed's shoulders, pulling him closer, wanting to feel everything about him. To his surprise, he felt one of Freed's legs swing over, straddling him, and the kisses went from sensual to carnal.
Freed bit his lip, and Laxus hissed. Fuck, that was good! Laxus kissed him back rougher, and his fingers clawed into him. He felt Freed's groin snap against him for a moment before jolting up, obviously stunned at doing that, but Laxus had liked it. He grabbed Freed's hips and pulled them back down. Freed slid along him, but he was careful not to do any wild rutting. He kept the crazier stuff to his lips and tongue.
Then suddenly Freed pulled back. He looked astonished, and Laxus gazed at him in confusion.
"Sorry. I'm just taking over like that. You probably don't want—" He began to climb off.
"No." Laxus grabbed Freed to put him right back on top. "This … this is what I want. Like this. Looking up at you. It … feels right."
Freed was astonished, but he thought he knew what Laxus was awkwardly hinting at. He wanted to be the receiver. Considering Laxus slept with so many women, Freed had always imagined that, if he ever wanted to experiment, Laxus would want to top.
"Well, if this is what's comfortable for you," he said, and he leaned down to kiss him again, letting his lips flutter over Laxus' mouth, "I aim to serve and please you."
Oooh shit. Laxus felt himself completely harden up at those words. Freed smirked as he felt the reaction, and he slid his body against the arousal.
God, he wanted it!
Just then, they heard a dog barking and a voice calling out to the pet. Freed twirled off with the grace of a dancer, and he sat up stiffly on the blanket. Laxus ached to be so turned on yet stopped just as it was getting good; however, he sat up as well, tugging at the restriction of his tight jeans.
"I gotta warn you of something," Laxus said, and Freed looked instantly worried. "I've never dated a man, so I'm not sure how fast to take things."
"Was that too much?" Freed asked in dread.
"Hell no! I was two seconds away from lowering my zipper and pulling it out. If that's too much, if anything is too fast, you gotta let me know."
Freed didn't want to tell him that he had already been reaching down to lower both of their zippers. Maybe Laxus was saying that he did not want to go that fast. As much as they both obviously wanted it, Laxus was nervous. This was a first for him, and he wanted to know it was not just about sex. Freed liked that idea. He enjoyed knowing he had to earn pleasure by catering to his lover.
And he really wanted to spoil and cater to Laxus. His smile alone had been reward enough through all these years. A night of making love would be far better.
"This is a perfect pace," Freed said. "If anything I do is too fast, let me know. I'm a patient man; I'll wait until you're ready."
"Fuck, I'm ready now," Laxus groaned, looking uncomfortable with his neglected arousal, "but I don't wanna screw this up. Plus I like all the dating shit. I don't get to do that usually."
"So, do you prefer holding hands, dates, and kissing?"
"Well, I mean, we can fuck," he said bluntly. "I just wanna date as well, and this is a date."
"It is?"
Laxus choked up a little. "Well, that is, if ya wanna make it one."
Freed wrapped his arm around Laxus' waist and leaned into him. "It's a perfect date."
They cuddled on the hill until a storm began to roll in and obscured the stars. The moon hid behind darkening clouds, and a distant roll of thunder made the village dogs bark.
"I guess we should get in before it rains," Laxus muttered.
"Do you want another snack?" Freed asked as they got off the blanket.
"Nah. If I eat more lightning, I'm not sure where things might go tonight."
Freed smirked to himself. "Maybe that's why I'm recommending it."
Laxus glanced lasciviously at him. "I don't need lightning to want you, Freed. I just don't wanna fuck things up, and I really thought I had last night. Hell knows what I'd do now that I know you like it. Plus, I wanna make this a good date, and that doesn't mean running off into the storm. I'm sticking by you tonight."
"A good date, eh?" Freed folded the blanket while Laxus took the half-empty bottle and cigar box. Then Freed gallantly offered his elbow. "Shall we, then, sir?"
Laxus laughed and muttered, "You're a nerd." However, he wrapped his arm around Freed's elbow. They returned to the hotel, side by side, arm in arm.
Already inside the hotel, Bickslow and Evergreen were waiting at a window. They gawked as they saw the two with arms linked and gazes of endearment at one another. Evergreen with her mullet turned to Bickslow with his massive afro, and both were stunned that finally it had happened. They gave one another a fist bump in congratulations.
About … damn … time!
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