notes: I'm gonna make Natsu's outfits really feminine, but in this au stuff like that on a boy is regular—but not everyone can pull it off.
notestwo: After the training class, I picture him wearing an outfit with this sweater www =dot= crhphotos =dot= com/09e3d6-sweatshirt-crop-top-fashion-women (Nike, Grey, Crop-top sweater) These shorts & leggings on him (those sexy muscular thighs) www =dot= com/Periluxe/shorts-tights/ and these shoes www =dot= windsorstore =dot= com/product/Black-Lace-Up-Tall-Combat-Boots
notesthree: I'm still crying over Gajeel's death. But thanks to the amazing power of friendship, I have a hunch he'll come back. Oh, and anyone else notice the suspicious countdown in the chapter names? It's 6/7/2016 currently and I'm uploading this late so yeah.
claimingdisclaimer: Ownership I claim of Miruku&Kurimu café but I still don't own Fairy Tail. Hiro Mashima does and he is trolling us all.
chapterfour
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It had been seven god-damned months since he'd further narrowed his eyes—more if possible—to look up at the sculpted jawline and ashy skin of that frosty-pants' smug face.
July was his month. That one course of thirty-one days he looked forward to. These future four weeks now reduced to shit because of that thing. Dear Mavis, what had he done to deserve this frick-it-y-frack up his ass once again?
When they'd met in January Natsu had hoped to never see his demented (definitely not) face ever again with his sage orbs cursed with the misfortune of having that terrifying (not really) image of this man in the back of his head.
It's not like he didn't mind meeting such an elegant prince—taut back muscles hinting at a sort of roguish charm in those lazy azure eyes. He would've just preferred to not have gotten slapped or have this weird hot sensation rushing southward whilst trying to insult.
A coil in his belly scratched at his inner stomach, downstairs area tingling.
Yet all but to play it off with his teasing once again.
"See you're just as rude as always, Natsu." Oh gee, he remembered his name. With an exaggerated eye-roll and a click of the tongue—
"In this domain I'm the boss. If you're gonna be all sassy, get out of the gym because it's booked currently, dick-sicle." The moment was dreaded even before the 'speedo-licker' jab. Speaking of jab, what in the hell was poking at his inner thigh?
With a proud curl of this lip the ebony-haired one of the testosterone said, "Hate to break it to you bubblegum, but my friend Lucy has it booked for a personal-training session. Might as well start leaving 'cos—", "Natsu!" and that was the fall of the smirk from hell (or boner heaven).
The blondie leaped into his lean arms, planting a soft kiss on the tip of his small nose "And you were saying … What was it—gay was the name, no?" He leaned his head to the side, his grin spreading rapidly. He lowered his sight to watch that sexy bite of the lip, chewing on his own at the gesture.
"Well you two seem to know each other already … Gray?" sensing a heated tension between the pair before him, Natsu snorted.
And as a cold whip swatted at his face, Natsu couldn't help but wonder if Gray's hand had kinda, sorta, maybe, possibly, perhaps slipped?
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(And how that made his erection twitch is irrelevant.)
notes: Anyone else think Gray&Natsu are ooc? Eh, well fuck you.
notestwo: Do you think I should include a training session scene with lots of cough accidental cough caresses?
notesthree: Review for how sexy Natsu is as a jerk, maybe?