Cuddle
Freed awoke to the harsh rays of sunlight coming through a gap in the curtains, and his first instinct was to wince in slight pain. His second was to get up and close the curtains fully but was stopped as a pair of arms that he hadn't noticed yet due to his drowsiness held him tighter as soon as he tried to move. A dark blush spread across his face as he remembered what happened last night. After a lot of preparation and convincing, Freed had finally 'grown some balls'/'manned up' - as Bickslow and Elfman would say - and confessed to Laxus. Needless to say, he was ecstatic when his feelings were well received, and after he confessed they... well, you don't really need those details.
He tried to wriggle out of Laxus' grasp without waking him, failed, tried again and then gave up because Laxus just kept on strengthening his hold on him. 'I guess a few more minutes wouldn't hurt...' was his last thought as he drifted off to sleep again with a content smile on his face.