Notes: Basically, a story in which Laxus and Freed make fun of each other, starting with small and innocent pranks to end up being sexual pranks. Rating explicit, this is NSFW, SMUT M/M. You don't like it, you don't read. For those who will read, have fun!
The boss's son
"You know, usually if someone comes to this club it's to meet people, not to hang out in a corner drinking," said a voice above him.
Freed looked up and eyed the boy who had approached him. He was blond and muscular, the light and wet shirt he wore left little to the imagination, he had an arrogant smile and two beautiful blue eyes. The typical guy Freed would have had fun with, if only he'd been in the mood.
"I'm not interested," he said right away. He was the umpteenth man who had flirted with him that night, but Freed had only come there to see Hibiki and let off steam with him on his hateful boss. If only the friend had finished flirting with every Blue Pegasus customer.
The blonde sat down next to him, leaned back and spread his arms out, probably just to emphasize his muscular body. A hot muscular body, highlighted by the wet shirt that clung to his skin. Freed looked at him slightly more interested, even though he wasn't in the mood for flirting anyway. It didn't matter if the man next to him embodied his ideal type, the frustration of the day was still there.
"Your look says otherwise," said the stranger with a smirk. Freed rolled his eyes in exasperation.
"Did someone spill a drink on you out of your arrogance, or did you spill it on yourself to get my attention?" he asked a little irritably, hoping to get him away. The blond, however, laughed heartily.
"Neither, a guy spilled it on me by mistake," he replied and then smirked. "Although I think he did it intentionally to see more," he added arrogantly. Freed snorted and returned to his drink, turning his gaze back to the bar. Hibiki was still flirting with the client and had probably completely forgotten about him. "So why are you in a bad mood? Do you have a crush on that bartender?" asked the blond.
"No, he's just my friend. I came here to talk to him but apparently a muscular man is enough and he forgets that I exist," Freed commented sourly.
"Well, you can talk to me," the blond proposed. Freed turned back to him. At least the blonde had taken a more decent stance and now the arrogant smirk had been replaced by a more sincere smile. Maybe that was what broke Freed, or maybe the fact that he really needed to let off steam about his hateful boss.
"I had a shit day, I had a fight with my boss because he's a fucking asshole who can't admit when he's wrong and because he doesn't want me to be a cook, but he's looking for other chefs because clearly the ones who are there, aren't enough. I've a good career as a chef, and he makes me a waiter, damn it," he snapped irritably.
The blond frowned.
"If you've a good career as a chef why don't you go to another restaurant?" he asked.
"Because working as a chef at that resort will give me a lot more chances and give me a good reputation. It seemed like a fantastic idea last year, now I realize that with such a boss it would've been better to work elsewhere" he grunted irritably.
The blond was silent for a moment and Freed looked at him.
"If you want to go find another guy to have fun with you can do it, I'm definitely not in the mood," he said at that point, thinking he was getting bored.
"No, I was actually thinking about your boss. He must be really an asshole if you said so" the stranger commented, throwing him a curious look.
"Asshole is an understatement," Freed grunted "A spoiled and arrogant man who's only there because his father made the effort to open the resort. He didn't do anything and I also doubt he can handle business, he probably makes other people do everything. He's there just because he's lucky. And the worst thing is that in the next few days his son will come, probably another spoiled boy with the stink under his nose unable to do anything, like any son of the boss" he growled irritably, tightening his grip on the glass.
The blond looked at him a bit puzzled and then smiled amused.
"What's funny?" Freed asked nervously.
"Nothing" said the stranger. "Actually I'm sorry for you. I know how annoying guys can be who have done nothing in their entire life and are only there by sheer luck," he added.
"Have you had anything to do with it too?" Freed asked.
"More or less" smiled the blond. "What's your name?" he asked.
"Freed," he replied.
"Well, it was nice meeting you. Your friend is coming, so I'll get out of the way," he said as he stood up and again an arrogant smirk spread across his face. "I'm Laxus Dreyar, see you at work," he said winking at him, and then walked away through the crowd.
Freed remained speechless staring with wide eyes at the broad back of the blonde who was walking away. That was definitely a shitty day, and probably also the end of his career.
Freed had thought things couldn't get any worse after insulting his boss in front of his son. But they actually got worse, because when he had to serve breakfast that morning, he found himself having to serve none other than Ivan and his son.
Really, that was bad luck.
He would probably have been fired on the spot and also in front of the rest of the waiters. Probably Ivan would also put bad rumors about him and Freed would have to run away from Magnolia and also from Fiore to find a decent job. Perhaps he could no longer be a chef.
With those thoughts he reached the tables. The two men were sitting in one of them, and Freed put down the orders they had taken. Two croissants, two coffees and two glasses of water. He met Laxus' gaze who, in addition to being much more beautiful in the sunlight, was clearly smiling at him with amusement.
"Thanks. If all the waiters are so sexy, I think I'll go through here more often" he said and Ivan almost choked on the water he had started drinking, starting to cough frantically. Freed looked puzzled at the blonde, completely at a loss for words. He had thought of many possible scenarios, but certainly not such a thing.
"Laxus," Ivan growled.
"What's up? It's true. I was almost afraid you'd only taken girls in short, low-cut uniforms. This is much better, especially with the tight pants he's wearing," Laxus continued, eyeing him openly. Freed was still too stunned to have any reaction. Seriously, what game was that boy playing?
"Get out of here, go back to the kitchen" Ivan growled and Freed obeyed, walking away a little dazed.
"What's up? You should be happy, at least I've a good reason to come back here" he heard from Laxus, but soon after Freed entered the bar and could no longer hear the conversation between the two.
He went back to the counter and thought back to the absurd scene he had just experienced. Did Laxus want to embarrass him in front of his father? It didn't make sense, the most embarrassed had seemed Ivan. And honestly, getting a compliment from a man as handsome as Laxus would certainly not embarrass him, on the contrary, it would only make him gloat more. He shook his head in confusion and took another tray, pushing that thought away and thinking about his work. The important thing was not to have been fired.
Freed didn't think things would turn out for the better. He had had his job as a cook, and he honestly didn't fully understand why. Ivan had come to him pissed off, told him he could have his job as a chef and told him not to go near his son. Freed had assumed by then that perhaps the reason he would no longer be serving the tables was Laxus' comment. Not that it made any sense, as they could still see each other at the resort. Besides, it was Laxus who hit on him, Freed hadn't done anything. All in all he had nothing to complain about, as he had gotten the job he wanted.
Dreyars were just weird and Freed didn't want to have anything to do with them anyway. Even though Laxus was handsome -and he really was, dammit- he was definitely a weird guy. Plus, Freed didn't really want to piss off Ivan any more than necessary. Now that he had his job as a cook, he wouldn't do anything to ruin his chance. He would work hard until the end of the season, so that he would have a good experience and maybe even a springboard to work at other resorts.
And probably by being a cook he would have had less chance of meeting Laxus.
Probably.
It wasn't quite like that. Either he was unlucky, or that blond was following him, because one evening, as soon as he finished his shift and walked out of the kitchens, he passed Laxus who was talking to a waitress. Freed waved goodnight just out of politeness, and then walked away quickly, but obviously Laxus was there for him, because he reached him.
"I heard you got the job as a chef. You can thank me," Laxus said. Freed gave him a mixed look between doubtful and frowning.
"Excuse me?"
"The only reason why my father locked you up in the kitchens is because in this way we don't have a chance to see each other again, you know?" Laxus explained.
"A rather absurd reason, we still work in the same resort," Freed commented, stopping in the middle of the corridor and glancing around hoping that Ivan wouldn't pass by at that moment. Just two days ago he had ordered him to stay away from his son, damn it. Even if it was an absurd order, he didn't want to risk his career.
"I agree with you, but he couldn't fire you and he thought that this way we wouldn't see each other again," Laxus said. Freed narrowed his still doubtful gaze.
"Won't you tell him I insulted him?" he asked, lowering his voice as if fearing Laxus wanted to blackmail him in some way. Laxus, however, chuckled.
"Nah, don't worry. I insult him half the time and to tell the truth I understand you. He's an asshole at home, at work he can't be different," he replied with a shrug. Freed still looked at him doubtfully. He still didn't understand what Laxus wanted from him.
"What do you want?" he asked.
"Know you better. I thought getting you your dream job would melt you a little, ice-boy" Laxus replied immediately. Freed raised an eyebrow.
"So the only reason you made that out of place comment was to get my attention?" he asked skeptically. Laxus chuckled.
"Well, more or less. I also pissed off my dad, which is always fun, and at the same time I did a good deed by getting you the job you wanted. Not that I wasn't sincere, I didn't really think my father would hire a guy like you," he replied mischievously.
Freed looked at him in silence for a couple of seconds. So that blond was really attracted to him. Or maybe he was angry with him because he had thrown his ego down by refusing him to the Blue Pegasus. Well, whatever he had in mind, Freed didn't want to have anything to do with him. Even though he was probably the sexiest guy who had ever flirted with him, he didn't want to lose his job and antagonize Ivan even more. So he threw all the desire to flirt down his stomach and took on an impassive tone.
"Well, thanks for your good deed then" he said "But as I said the other night, I'm not interested" he replied.
"Not yet" Laxus smiled "Try not to drool behind my body as you did the other night" greeted him and walked away. Freed looked at him in silence, while a faint blush rose up his cheeks.
He shook his head and walked to his room, with a clear thought in mind: the Dreyars would be his downfall.
There were advantages to working in a luxury resort. First of all, the fact that when Freed had an afternoon or a day off, he could benefit from his services without having to move. Second, the employee discount.
Freed walked into the sauna, thinking that that would definitely do him good for relieving the nervousness he had built up throughout the day. Like every day, Ivan had been unbearable and for some reason he had taken it out on all the cooks, including Freed. Freed had made a tremendous effort to keep his tongue between his teeth, and for once he had succeeded. It had been a miracle, but he was still thinking about what he wanted to tell him.
He tried to clear his mind and after taking a quick shower taking off his swimsuit, he wrapped the towel around his hips and went straight to the saunas. He entered the first free sauna and sat on the bench, inhaling deeply and trying to relax.
It wasn't difficult, the heat had a good effect on him and he leaned his head to the wood, enjoying that tranquility more than deserved.
Until he heard the door open. He opened his eyes and was shocked to see none other than the boss's son.
Laxus Dreyar in all his glory, with only a small towel wrapped around his hips.
Holy shit.
"You too here" smiled the blonde sitting not far from him and Freed made a clear effort to take his eyes off his body. Great, his whole goal of relaxing had gone to hell. Why did the Dreyars always have to ruin his days in one way or another?
"Apparently," he said a little annoyed and closed his eyes, trying not to think about the fact that the incredibly muscular and incredibly naked body of that blonde was just inches from him.
"Stressful day?" Laxus asked.
"Enough, since I've been working all day, on contrary to you," Freed said and didn't regret his tone in the slightest. He didn't care that Laxus was Ivan Dreyar's son, in fact, that was probably just one more reason to be angry with him, even if he wasn't as much of an asshole as his father.
"Just because I do a different job doesn't mean I don't work," Laxus replied and Freed heard a rustle, which made him open his eyes. Laxus had stretched his legs on the bench and was staring openly with interest. Hell, if he hadn't been Ivan Dreyar's son, Freed would've done a lot of things to that body.
"I guess watching others work and give absurd orders is very tiring," he said ironically, turning his gaze again.
"You know, mentally it's very stressful to be behind such a resort. And at least you do a job you like," Laxus replied.
"Sure," Freed muttered, staring at the door in front of him. If only he hadn't been locked in an extremely hot little sauna with Laxus naked beside him, maybe he would have found a better answer.
"Does it bother you if I take off the towel?" Laxus asked and Freed felt himself flush. Now it was hot. Very hot. And the idea of seeing that body completely naked… no, he really didn't want to.
"No, I'm done," he said, keeping an incredibly firm tone. He got up and opened the door to get out of there as fast as possible.
"Hey, if I make you uncomfortable, I can stay with the towel," Laxus said following him.
"You can do whatever you want," Freed retorted trying to keep a cool tone. It was getting difficult though. He headed straight for the showers, to freshen up a bit and maybe put some distance between him and Laxus. It didn't work, because the blonde followed him.
"You don't have to leave because of me."
"I'm not leaving because of you," Freed retorted, avoiding looking at him. He walked over to the showers and turned to Laxus, who was looking at him amused. Freed stared at him in silence, giving him a dirty look that he hoped would push him away. Laxus, however, remained there. "Can you leave?" Freed asked after a while.
"Why should I? I'm here to take a shower. A piece of advice, if you want to do it you have to take off your towel" he added with an arrogant tone. God what an asshole.
"Seriously, get out of here," Freed said irritably. Laxus leaned his back against the wall, abandoning his smirk and arrogant attitude.
"Are you really not even a little interested?" he asked in an oddly calm tone. Freed hesitated for a moment and again his gaze fell on the incredibly toned and sweaty abdomen of Laxus. Damn, that boy was practically a god. If only he had been dressed Freed wouldn't have been so distracted. And if he wasn't Ivan's son, Freed would have succumbed to flirting by taking both towels off their bodies and touching those gorgeous muscles, letting Laxus do whatever he wanted with him in that shower.
"Look, I'm certainly not going to do it with my boss's son. Besides the fact that Mr. Dreyar clearly told me to stay away from you," he said, thinking that saying he wasn't interested would be a colossal lie.
"Oh, so that's the only reason you're not giving in," Laxus commented.
"No. Also because you're not my type." Freed lied sharply.
Laxus pursed his lips provocatively again.
"Not your type, huh? Yet your gaze says otherwise, Justine," he said. Freed stiffened and when Laxus approached him he forced himself to stand still and not back away. Not that it would help him much, as he had a wall inches from his back.
Laxus came close enough to make touch their chests and make him feel the warmth of his skin. Once again, Freed forced himself not to move and to keep his gaze, forcing himself to swallow all the excitement that was building up to have such a handsome man so close. Damn close.
"You know, the fact that my father doesn't want me to approach you is just one more reason to do it," Laxus admitted in an amused tone.
"Because you're an asshole who enjoys seeing others immersed in problems?" Freed asked trying to keep a firm tone.
"No, because I enjoy pissing off my father," Laxus admitted and lowered his face to him. Freed held his breath. "But if I'm not your type, I won't stress you out anymore," Laxus blew on his face. Freed just wanted to get closer and close the distance between them, kissing those incredibly inviting lips. Laxus walked away and the air returned.
"I hope you won't kick yourself, Justine," he said and a moment later he hit the shower button, and Freed was hit by the jet of water. He opened his mouth in shock but no sound came out and Laxus laughed. "I told you to take off your towel if you wanted to take a shower. See you" he greeted and Freed stared at him with a dry throat and a throbbing heart.
Damn asshole.
Laxus had kept his word. He hadn't stressed him out anymore, nor had he flirt with him again. Freed had to admit, with some nervousness, that he was quite disappointed with that behavior. He wasn't kicking himself, he just wanted revenge on him for how he had soaked him in water when he was still wearing the towel. Yes, that was the reason. Certainly not the fact that Laxus was practically a walking God. And certainly not the fact that Laxus was temperamentally much kinder and much friendlier than his father.
Not that it took much to be better than Ivan Dreyar, Freed kept thinking, to get rid of all the good thoughts about that blonde.
It didn't work at all, as Freed had seen with his own eyes that Laxus was really nice with all employees. Everyone loved him and spoke well of him. He looked nothing like his father at all. Neither temperamentally, nor physically.
In any case, Freed kept thinking about how arrogant he had been at first, so as not to kick himself. Because, he could admit at least to himself, Laxus was really handsome and friendly. But he remained Ivan's son and Freed had only had one very specific order from the boss, it shouldn't have been difficult to respect it. So Freed continued to work, insulting Ivan every night -paying attention to whoever talked about him- and trying to think as little as possible about Laxus.
That evening he was walking down the corridor to leave the resort and go to the Blue Pegasus to talk to Hibiki, but when he turned the corner, he collided with Laxus.
"Piece of shit," the blonde growled.
"You're the one who came on me," Freed immediately retorted. Laxus looked at him for a moment in silence, then snorted and turned away.
"I wasn't talking to you, sorry," he said. Freed looked at him a little surprised, just nodded and they both got into the elevator. Freed saw that Laxus wasn't pressing the button, so he asked if he should go downstairs. Laxus nodded and Freed hit the button.
"Stressful day?" the cook asked to break the silence and Laxus smiled bitterly.
"Not really, I just had a fight with my dad," he said. "You were right to say he's an asshole."
"I'd rather you didn't say it out loud," Freed reiterated. Even though they were inside the elevator, he didn't want to risk being overheard by the wrong person.
"You can rest easy, the asshole is away, on a fucking trip with his new wife," Laxus growled. Freed didn't reply and looked at him a little worried. He didn't know anything about Laxus' family and didn't want to ask intrusive questions, but the blonde looked really pissed off.
"I'm sorry," he just said.
"Nah, it's lucky that he's gone, or I'd have risked punching him. But next week he'll be back with that woman who's even more annoying than him," he said.
"I find it really difficult," Freed commented softly and Laxus gave a short, bitter laugh.
"Yeah, I thought so too," he said.
The elevator reached the ground floor. The two went out and both walked towards the exit of the resort. When they were out Laxus sat down on a bench, running his hands through his hair, obviously nervous. Freed started to greet him, but when he saw him bitterly staring at the grass at his feet, he hesitated for a moment. Laxus was a really good person, he was sorry to see him like that. At that point he decided to take a step towards him.
"If you want to let off steam, on the beach there's an area with a punching bag."
Laxus looked up in confusion. "I've a gym on the floor above my room, if I want to let off steam I go there" he pointed out in a tired tone.
"Yes, but you wouldn't have the chance to be admired by the guy who destroyed your ego a few weeks ago by refusing you," Freed said and regretted the sentence as soon as he finished it.
For long seconds Laxus just blinked with a shocked expression. Finally, he smiled in amusement.
"You're kicking yourself, huh?" he asked him.
"Not at all," Freed replied promptly. "I'm just returning the favor you did me when you got me the job as a chef. But as I returned the favor, I'll also return a revenge for letting me take a shower with the towel," he declared.
Laxus laughed slightly.
"If I can make you drool then I accept the invitation" he said, standing up.
"I doubt I'll drool. Rather I can tease you when I see that your muscles are just full of air," Freed retorted.
"Yeah, I think you'll drool a lot," Laxus smiled.
"My father has always had very high demands, he decided everything for me and made me study economics and then let me take over the resort," Laxus said as he walked with Freed along the beach.
The two had reached the beach but hadn't found the equipment to let Laxus vent. On the other hand, they had played basketball, finding an abandoned ball and making a few shots for a basket. Then they walked towards the shore and started walking aimlessly chatting. And apparently, Laxus was now comfortable enough to tell him about his family.
"And I wanted to make him happy, partly so as not to fight constantly, partly because I wanted his approval. And when I finally started working seriously in high school, things almost got better. For a period of time we also got on well, he bragged to me to his partners, and I went to those fucking dinners just to make him happy," he said and then shook his head.
"Practically I didn't have a social life, but at least I didn't fight it anymore with him. Until he caught me with a guy," he said. Freed looked at him sorry and Laxus snorted. "He made me an incredible scene, and it's only thanks to my grandfather that he then 'accepted' me," he said making the quotes with his hands. "He didn't really accept it, but since I'm his only child and he can't tell me anything about the rest, he just doesn't talk about it and pretend nothing has happened."
"I'm sorry," Freed said.
"Nah, I'm used to it now. And it could be worse" he added and then glanced at him. "Anyway, I'm not the only one with a fucking family," he added. Freed flapped for a moment and then smiled slightly.
"My family is great, they didn't even have to accept it. I think they knew even before I told them," he revealed with a shrug. Laxus nodded slightly.
"Well, glad to know there are such families," he muttered. "They probably even took you to the marches," he later commented.
"More or less," Freed chuckled. "My mother wanted to support me at all costs and in every moment of my life. She was a little embarrassing, but she's really fantastic" he admitted and Laxus smiled slightly.
"She must be a really good person," he said.
"She is," Freed said confidently. "Even though she came to me one day with a book about gay sex and how to protect myself, I think it was the most embarrassing moment of my life," he said and Laxus chuckled in amusement.
"Well, you can't say she wasn't close to you."
"No, definitely," Freed smiled. "Even if I drove her crazy a lot in the last year of high school," he said.
"Really? Were you one of those dicks who didn't study anything?" Laxus asked.
"Not at all. I was actually a model student," Freed revealed.
"One of those nerds with the stink under their nose?" Laxus guessed and for a moment Freed frowned, but then chuckled and nodded.
"Yeah, you probably would have called me that," he revealed. "Until the end of the fourth year, from there I got engaged to a guy who made me do shit one after another. My mother, on the one hand, wanted to support me, on the other she was very worried," he said. "Once I didn't come home for a whole weekend, she thought I was on drugs and that I was fucking with who knows who. In reality I was just sleeping with him".
"Well, from a model student you turned into a rebel," Laxus teased.
"Not really, I just melted a little," Freed revealed. "And I think all teenagers have done shit in life," he added. Laxus frowned and Freed feared he had said something bad. "Sorry," he said, realizing that Laxus had previously told him that he had spent his entire life under his father's rules.
"Don't worry, it's not that I didn't enjoy. I just... I had a bad temper and got along with very few people," Laxus said. "I still remember that time everyone went for a midnight swim and I refused and left. It would've been fun, but for some reason I was convinced that if I did, someone would steal my clothes," he said.
Freed turned to him and met his gaze.
"Are you telling me you've never had a midnight swim? If I were you, I'd be ashamed of it," he said clearly jokingly.
"I never understood the meaning of it," Laxus objected, frowning.
"The point is to have fun going out first and stealing other people's clothes, especially if he's the guy you like," Freed explained. "So, do you want to take a bath?" he asked.
Laxus turned to him recovering the arrogant smile, which sent a shiver of excitement down Freed's spine.
"You're really kicking yourself, huh?"
"You'd like it," was the presumptuous reply. "If you don't undress, I'll throw you into the sea, as revenge for the surprise shower," he added with a smirk. Laxus laughed and they both began to undress to go in for a bath.
Freed, even knowing it was a bad idea, because Laxus was the boss's son and because they didn't know each other well yet, decided not to think. There was something about that boy that told him that if he didn't take advantage of it, he would miss a once in a lifetime opportunity.
Freed boarded the ferry and took a seat, while Laxus sat in front of him. They had gotten pretty close since they had taken the midnight swim. Laxus had started flirting again and Freed enjoyed flirting back, at least when Ivan wasn't around. Unfortunately, however, due to their work they were unable to see each other often, even though they worked in the same resort. That's why that afternoon they had decided to go for a tour to the Tenrou island. Freed had the afternoon off, and Laxus had no problem shifting his working hours.
"Have you really never visited it before?" Laxus asked and Freed shook his head.
"No. Unlike you, I work, I don't have time for boat trips" Freed teased him a bit. If at first he had been acid, now he did it jokingly, clearly he knew that Laxus worked.
"Funny," Laxus commented.
The ferry left and Freed looked down at the brochure he was holding, to read more about Tenrou, the small island that was now a nature reserve. The wind ruffled his hair and threw it in his face and Freed moaned softly as he heard Laxus chuckle. He took the rubber band and began to tie them in a high ponytail, but in doing so the brochure fluttered and Laxus caught it, smiling clearly amused.
"So, you're interested in the myth of Tenrou?" he asked.
"Yes, I'm interested in history in general," Freed replied as Laxus leafed through the brochure. "Even if that myth seems more like a way to advertise the island to engaged couples. From what I read, there lived a woman forced to immortality killed by the man whom she loved because of a kiss" he said. Laxus raised an eyebrow as he turned the pages.
"There's another myth about that island," he said. Freed became interested and leaned slightly towards him. "My grandfather always told me when I was a child. It's about Mavis' story, how she met her first friends and founded the city of Magnolia," he explained.
"And what does it say?" Freed asked.
Laxus returned the brochure to the boy and began to tell about the life of Mavis, a girl who had lived for years alone on that island with only her imaginary friend, and how he had met her first friends, a gang of thieves.
When they arrived on the island, Laxus had just finished telling the whole story, and the two boys got off the boat as they began to visit the place. Laxus led him to see the big tree, Mavis' grave and other places while he continued to tell the stories his grandfather had told him, which Freed was very interested in.
They wandered around the island chatting and when they finished the tour inside and returned to the beach Freed realized that time had really flown by.
"I really need to take a bath," he commented noting he was all sweaty after that hike. The heat of the summer season didn't help at all.
"Well, you can do it. And if you don't have a swimsuit, don't worry, it's a nudist beach," Laxus said quietly. Freed stared at him skeptically and in silence, a little surprised at the revelation.
"Really?" he asked.
"Of course, it's an isolated beach and there aren't many tourists. Besides, it was written in the brochure," Laxus said.
Freed frowned, he didn't remember reading such a thing and he was sure that if he read it, he would remember it. He wasn't modest, but he had never been to a nudist beach and didn't want to undress in the sunlight, especially when he didn't see other people around him to confirm that statement. At the moment it was just the two of them on the beach.
"You're really modest," Laxus commented with a smirk.
"Because I don't trust you," Freed muttered as Laxus set the towel on the beach and sat on it.
"Do you really think I would risk getting you a fine?" he asked, arching an eyebrow.
"I think you'd do anything to see me naked," Freed promptly replied and Laxus chuckled.
Freed sat down next to him when Laxus waved him to sit down, then took the brochure and reread it to find out if the blonde had really been bullshitting him or not. He read it all and eventually found no paragraph, not a single line that said it was a nudist beach. He looked up at Laxus who was clearly looking amused.
"Seriously? You'd have made me get a fine," Freed said irritably and also embarrassed at being fooled so easily. Laxus laughed.
"Everyone is looking at Mavis' grave. I would've enjoyed the view and then I'd have told you to get dressed before the others came," he retorted. "Or maybe I would've made you run around naked until the others came, who knows," he added amused.
Freed narrowed his gaze.
"I'll take my revenge," he warned him.
"Nothing happened," Laxus retorted with a laugh.
"Because I'm smart," Freed retorted. "I doubt you'll be able to escape my revenge."
"Sure," Laxus said derisively. "I doubt you can be vindictive, you're just a kid who gets embarrassed easily," he added.
"We'll see," Freed retorted and turned his gaze towards the sea, thanking the fact that he hadn't undressed.
Laxus was having a great time. He'd almost feared that staying at that resort with his father would be terribly boring, but Freed's presence was distracting him enough from the fights with his father and the stress at work. In fact, teasing him or flirting with him had become the funniest thing of the day.
In the end, Freed didn't take revenge, but Laxus wasn't surprised. That guy might be good at flirting and resisting his advances, but Laxus doubted he could really embarrass him. Also, Freed was really attracted to him, he could see it from the way he looked at him. And God, the idea of being able to take such a man to bed sparked arousal throughout Laxus' body. After the sauna he had feared that he had exaggerated and that he had missed his chance, but luckily that wasn't the case.
Knowing that Freed was still willing to flirt with him and play along with him was exciting.
"Hey Laxus, are you in the world of the living or are you dreaming?" Cana called him back and Laxus returned to reality. He hadn't heard anything about his friends' conversation. Evergreen, Cana, and Bickslow were clearly watching him expectantly.
"Sorry, work stresses me out," he said.
"Yeah, with that look I guess the problem is work," Cana commented ironically and Laxus found himself blushing slightly. He had no idea what expression he had, but certainly thinking about Freed couldn't help him keep a serious look.
"What are you talking about?" he changed the subject.
"Later I want to know what you were thinking," Cana said.
"I'm pretty sure it has to do with a guy," Bickslow commented amused.
"Not that it's hard to understand," Evergreen gave a strong hand.
What great bastards.
Laxus just shook his head. "What were you talking about?" he asked again.
"About the waitress," Cana said with a nod and Laxus followed her gaze. Ah, Mirajane. "So, will you tell me if she's engaged or not? And even if she's interested in women," Cana said.
"She's not engaged and... I honestly don't know," Laxus admitted.
Mirajane at that moment approached them with a tray in her hand and a dangerous smile on her face. Laxus didn't give it too much thought, thinking that she probably wanted to make fun of Evergreen by telling him about Elfman. This girl had a sadistic streak about embarrassing people publicly, and Laxus enjoyed helping her.
"Here are the orders," Mirajane said, putting down three cups of coffee and one of tea for Evergreen. Then she gave two slices of cake to Bickslow, two brioches to Evergreen and Cana and then she turned to Laxus and smiled broadly at him placing a slice of cheesecake in front of him.
"This is for you. The cook told me to tell you that it was made by his golden hands, that you adore, just for you".
Laxus was stunned for a moment, while Mirajane watched him clearly amused. The boy then realized what she had said and felt his face blush furiously. Fuck. Fuck! Mirajane giggled.
"Oh, and he also said to tell you that if you want to see him naked, you don't need to take him to a nude beach, you just have to join him in the sauna or hot tub. And that he's very pleased to have caught your attention. Enjoy your breakfast!" she trilled and then walked away happily as ever as Laxus's face took on a distinctly red color.
Cana, Evergreen and Bickslow turned to him in shock and with a thousand questions. Laxus suddenly regretted telling Freed that his nosy friends would be arriving that day and that they had fun pissing him off.
"So, who's this cook?" Bickslow asked with a grin on his face.
"And did you really take him to a nudist beach?" Evergreen asked.
"But above all, what did he do to you with those golden hands?" Cana asked.
Laxus pounced on the cheesecake to keep from answering their questions, thinking he'd take revenge for that stupid fucking prank.
Freed smiled broadly as he relaxed in the hot tub. He would have liked to have seen Laxus' expression when he made fun of him in front of his friends, but Mirajane's description was satisfactory anyway. Was he really blushing so much? Freed really wanted to see him.
He chuckled to himself as he turned on the whirlpool and stood in front of the jet so that it hit his back directly. After a day of work it was definitely pleasant to go there and the fact that there were only a few people at that time helped him to relax even more.
He closed his eyes and rested his head on the edge of the pool sliding further down into the tub and muttering softly, enjoying that wonderful massage. Until he felt a shift of water and a warm hand resting on his side.
He snapped his eyes open only to find Laxus in front of him with his lips folded in a smirk that heralded nothing but trouble.
"You enjoyed yourself, right?" Laxus asked as he approached and pinned him against the edge of the tub. Freed blinked for a couple of seconds and swallowed nervously, trying to control the eyes that wanted to travel every single groove of that fantastic body. Somehow Freed managed to fold his lips into a smirk.
"Actually yes, Mira said you were red as a tomato," he said smugly. Laxus blushed slightly and Freed's smirk widened. "I didn't think I'd embarrass you so much in front of your friends," he teased again, trying to ignore Laxus's body.
"You're an asshole, you know," Laxus said.
"Maybe, but I'm not the one who started it," he retorted. Laxus narrowed his gaze and pushed forward causing their chests to collide. Freed inhaled sharply and Laxus smiled sadistically at his reaction.
"No, but you won't be the one to finish it either," he said, straddling him and Freed swallowed nervously. Laxus's hands held his hips steady and his thighs prevented him from getting up. Not that Freed would have wanted to do it. "And now I really want to find out what you can do with those golden hands" he blew in his face.
Freed felt himself blush and blinked in surprise. Did he really mean…?
Oh fuck yeah, he really meant it.
Laxus's hand that went down his abdominals and reached the hem of his costume was definitely eloquent.
"Here?" Freed asked hoarsely.
"Well," Laxus started with a grin as he ran his hand under Freed's swimsuite. "Since you embarrassed me in public, it seems right that your punishment takes place here."
Freed was about to retort, but Laxus's hand moving under the costume made him forget all complaints. He looked around and noticed that, at least in that room, there was no one. However, in the others there were probably other customers or employees.
Laxus gave his cock a hard pump and Freed moaned. However, that didn't seem like a punishment at all.
"I advise you to be quiet if you don't want to be overheard," Laxus said as he pulled Freed's cock out of the costume and pumped it faster.
"Shit," Freed whispered and Laxus smiled, placing the lips on his neck and kissing him voraciously. Freed decided to get busy, if Laxus wanted to know what he could do with his hands then hell, he would.
He ran his hands around his muscular body that he had admired for far too long and gasped at the sensation. God, he hardly believed he had such a man sitting on top of him. His hands quickly went down to his stomach, he pulled down the costume directly and, after taking a look at Laxus's cock, wrapped it in his fingers and started pumping.
"Fuck," Laxus muttered and moved to remove the costume from both himself and Freed. Then he positioned himself on Freed again and pushed their cocks against each other.
"Oh shit," Freed moaned.
"Shut up," Laxus whispered.
Freed wrapped his fingers around their cocks and started pumping them together, all thoughts focused on that wonderfully sexy body and the contact he had craved. Laxus bent over him and took Freed's face in his hands, kissing him.
Freed inhaled sharply but didn't take long to reciprocate, while he felt Laxus' hands go down his neck and then his chest, until they reached his nipples and teased them. Freed glanced at the door to check that no one was arriving. Damn, the fact that anyone who could arrive at any moment was exciting him even more.
Laxus moved his lips back to his neck stifling another moan and Freed increased the movement of his hand. Then Laxus pressed the whirlpool button which hit Freed's back directly.
"Fuck" he moaned too loudly.
"Faster," Laxus gasped on his neck.
Freed obeyed, unable to restrain himself any longer and felt his orgasm approach. He increased the movement of his hand and with the other hand he grabbed Laxus's hair, forcibly turning his head and kissing him intensely, while he felt his orgasm rise again. Biting Laxus' lip he cummed into the water. He kept moving his hand until he also felt Laxus's cock squirt and his body shaking at the sensation.
When it finished Freed stood still enjoying the last moments of the whirlpool, with Laxus's body still attached to him and his breath tickling his face.
"Fuck" Freed muttered after a few seconds.
Laxus smiled wearily and Freed smiled back, exhausted and high.
"Shit, you're fucking awesome," Laxus said, kissing him again. Freed reciprocated without having the slightest desire to break away from that incredibly sexy body. "Now I can tell, your hands are truly magical," he said and Freed laughed slightly.
Laxus moved and grabbed his swimsuit and put on it, then grabbed Freed's. The boy reached out and thought he was going to pass it to him, but Laxus grinned and walked out of the pool without giving it back.
"Have a nice walk, asshole," he said as he walked quickly to the door.
"Laxus," Freed called as he stood up to follow him, but the blond was already at the door and Freed was still in the tub.
"I advise you not to scream if you don't want to attract attention," Laxus mocked, then grabbed his and Freed's bathrobes and hurried out of the room.
Freed could only watch the glass door move and remain naked and red-faced in the tub. Embarrassed, he covered his crotch with his hands, thinking that he would soon take revenge on that sexy bastard.
Laxus had discovered that Freed had managed to reach the towels without being seen by anyone, but then he had had to walk all the way down the hall with only that miserable piece of cloth around his hips to his room. It wasn't that bad, but Laxus laughed when he imagined the scene.
And well, thinking back to that night and how Freed had touched him, gave him constant ideas about how to take that boy and what it would be like to run his hands over his body again. Damn, that boy was a natural temptation, Laxus had thought that from the first time he had seen him sitting on the loveseat of the Blue Pegasus. Who knows what it would have been like to fuck him, have him under him and hear his loud moans instead of the muffled ones he had heard in that tub. Laxus smiled, thinking that at that rate it wouldn't take long to get him to bed, especially if Freed was so responsive.
At the moment, however, he had something more serious to focus on, like the meeting between his father's partners, which would have unnerved him even more. So after having breakfast, he went to the elevator, adjusting his jacket and waiting for it to arrive on the ground floor. He glanced at his watch and then realized that someone was approaching. It was Freed. He frowned slightly.
"What are you doing here?" he asked.
"I forgot something in my room," Freed said, admiring him. Laxus smiled slightly, Freed wasn't as discreet as he thought he was. But it was okay, and Laxus enjoyed knowing he had an effect on him. Especially considering how crazy that green-haired devil drove him every time Laxus saw him.
The elevator arrived and the two went up.
"Do you have a meeting this morning?" Freed asked.
"Unfortunately," Laxus commented, glancing at him.
Freed smiled devilishly and pressed a couple of buttons, sending the elevator into a tailspin.
"What are you doing?" Laxus asked.
"You'll like it" was his reply and without wasting time Freed stood up on tiptoe and kissed him, running his hands over Laxus' pants. He unfastened his belt and with a sharp gesture opened his pants. Laxus gasped on his lips.
"I've a meeting in five minutes," he said.
"I bet I'll be able to get you to cum within that time," Freed smiled.
Laxus would have turned him away. Damn, even if that cook was sexy as hell there was no way that he masturbated him in the elevator risking to dirty his work clothes. And in five fucking minutes he wouldn't be able to do anything. But before he could say anything, Freed reached down between his legs and all the words Laxus wanted to say caught in his throat.
Freed lowered his boxers and took his cock between his fingers, gave two strong pumps and then put it in his mouth. Laxus's eyes widened and a whimper escaped his lips without him being able to hold it back. Shocked he watched the boy move his mouth over him.
Oh fucking hell.
Freed looked up at him and Laxus groaned just to see those evil eyes. Freed increased his speed, moved his tongue to its full length, and then rolled it over the tip of his cock.
"Oh shit," Laxus moaned as he felt his legs shake. The elevator started up again and Laxus pressed the buttons again to stop it. "Freed… holy shit," he gasped and leaned his head against the wall, thrusting his hips forward asking for more. Freed picked up speed and took it down his throat, Laxus cursed again.
"F-Fuck" he moaned but the lift started up again. Before he could stop it a third time, Freed stood up and took Laxus' face in his hands, kissing him. Laxus let himself be carried away by the kiss and placed his hands on Freed's hips, even though his cock was demanding attention.
He felt a sensation of panic when he realized that the elevator was going up and he broke away from Freed. At that moment the cook adjusted his boxers and pulled up the zipper of his trousers.
"I lost the bet," Freed said with a shrug.
"What?" Laxus asked stunned as the elevator stopped at his floor.
Freed just stamped a kiss on his lips and smiled wickedly. "You don't want to be late for the meeting," he said.
At that moment the elevator doors opened and Freed walked out, greeting Jellal Fernandez politely and walking down the corridor. The man entered the elevator while Laxus was still looking at Freed in disbelief, excited and pissed off.
"Isn't that your plan? The meeting has started," Jellal said.
Laxus without answering came out of the elevator, with an erection in his pants and an incredible desire to fuck that asshole's mouth. He barely wondered how he was going to get to that fucking meeting in those conditions. All his thoughts were focused on the revenge he would organize. That damn cook was playing with the wrong person.
When Erza came to call him saying the boss wanted to talk to him, Freed felt panic envelop him. His first thought was that Ivan had discovered that he was having fun with his son. Fuck, it could be. Maybe Mr. Fernandez had understood this when he got to the elevator, or maybe someone had seen them in the tub, or had heard them flirt. Maybe Laxus had talked to his father about him after he got pissed off. Freed immediately dismissed that thought, Laxus was an asshole, but not such an asshole. He wasn't going to get him fired and for something like that, and then it seemed to him that he was having a good time.
This didn't mean that Ivan couldn't have found out about it some other way.
Freed went up the stairs anxiously but when he got to Ivan Dreyar's office floor, he noticed that Laxus was outside the door. He approached a little hesitantly.
"As you can imagine, I called you," the blond said.
Freed felt the worry vanish, replaced by a completely different anxiety. An anxiety full of expectation and excitement. Freed knew that Laxus would organize a revenge. He knew it from the moment he got out of that elevator. He didn't care in the least, on the contrary, he was looking forward to Laxus putting something into action, if that meant touching that wonderfully sexy body again.
"Isn't Mr. Dreyar there?" he asked.
"Yes, but it's in his office. Follow me," Laxus ordered and turned.
Freed couldn't help but obey him, until he reached Laxus' office. As soon as he entered, he looked around, almost envious that the blonde could have such a beautiful view when he was working. A large table was positioned on one side of the room, with the windows behind which you could see the beach directly, on one side there were shelves full of books and in one corner there were two armchairs with a small table in the middle.
"Why did you make me call?" he asked turning back to Laxus, who was looking at him smiling.
"Oh, you really don't get it?" the blond asked, approaching him and taking him by the shoulder. He led him to the windows and Freed felt a thrill of excitement go through him as Laxus showed him Magnolia from the windows. "Nice view, right?" Laxus asked blowing in his ear.
"Yes," Freed replied, trying to chase away all the perverse thoughts that were coming to his mind. Laxus fucking him against the window. Freed fucking Laxus against the window. Laxus bending him over the table and fucking him there. Whatever his revenge had been he was already getting tough.
Laxus' hands rested on his hips and Freed held his breath, agitated and with the adrenaline flowing through his body. His big hands pulled his shirt off his trousers and then climbed under the fabric and Freed shivered slightly.
"You really like the idea of getting fucked by your boss in front of the window" Laxus commented amused with his lips on his ear. Freed thought of Ivan Dreyar and made a face.
"God no," he said seriously. Laxus stopped.
"What?" he asked incredulously.
Freed turned to him and leaned his back against the windows. He realized they were closer than he thought. And elegantly dressed Laxus was terribly hot.
"You're not my boss," Freed said trying to regain a certain demeanor "And let your father fuck me... definitely makes me pass all the excitement" he said seriously. Laxus was surprised for a moment in silence and then chuckled slightly.
"Well, I'll be your boss."
"I doubt it," Freed said. "For sure it will be years before you can become one and I'll be gone by that time," he said. Laxus frowned but Freed continued. As much as the idea of Laxus fucking him appealed to him a lot, he didn't want to give him all the power. If he had managed to reverse Laxus' revenge it would've been much more satisfying. "Also, using your power against me is pretty unfair, as well as pathetic. Can't you really think of anything better?" Freed asked him.
Laxus narrowed his gaze and was silent. Freed smiled victoriously and ran a hand through Laxus's shirt, enjoying his slight gasp. Perhaps reversing the situation would have been easier than expected.
"You can't wait to fuck me, right? Ever since I turned you down at the Blue Pegasus. But if you want to do that, you'll have to think of something better than using your role. If you can," he added, grabbed Laxus' tie by pulling it and forcing him to lower his head. "Clear?" he asked.
Laxus had dilated pupils and the two boys breathed in their faces for a moment. Freed wanted to close that distance and jump on him, let Laxus kiss him and do whatever he wanted with him. His cock was pressing on his pants. But he didn't want to give up.
"You know what, I changed my mind," Laxus said hoarsely. Freed frowned but didn't have time to think that he felt grabbed by the legs and Laxus without too much effort made him sit on the desk. Freed felt the excitement rise again, but he forced himself to stay still.
"Fucked on the desk? Really obvious".
"No," Laxus smiled as he stroked over him. "I'll make you cum in your pants, and then you'll have to go all over the resort with a nice spot here," he said running his hand over his cock.
Freed swallowed hard but instead of pulling back, he wrapped his legs around Laxus' hips.
"Let's see if you can," he challenged him and grabbed his hair and then smashed theirs lips in a passionate kiss, made of tongues and teeth. If Laxus wanted him to come in his pants, then Freed would have made him come with him.
He began to rub against him, running the hands over his ass as he felt Laxus' lips travel up his neck, and his hands back under his shirt. God, Freed didn't know how long he was going to last, but he hoped he would last long enough for Laxus to come too.
He unbuttoned Laxus's shirt and ran his hands under it as he continued to rub against the bulge in Laxus's pants. When the blonde tried to take his pants off, Freed grabbed his wrists and smiled against his lips.
"Afraid of coming before me?" he asked panting.
Laxus took a step back but Freed kept his thighs around him not wanting to give him even the slightest chance to undress. That movement caused him to move off the desk and inevitably he slid down. Laxus lowered himself to the floor with him and pinned him underneath, grabbing his wrists and holding them over his head. With the other hand he undid his belt and Freed tried to free himself from his grip.
"Are you really about to come already?" he instigated him.
"Fuck you, I'm not going to cum in my pants," Laxus snarled on his neck, biting him. Freed groaned but struggled again, determined not to come until Laxus was on edge. He managed to free one of his hands and grabbed Laxus's wrist with his, preventing him from taking off his pants.
"We'll see that," Freed moaned.
Laxus growled again and again their lips collided, while the hips continued to move against each other. Freed never thought he'd ever done anything this hot, locked in a fucking office rubbing against a terribly hot guy who could really be his boss. He moaned into Laxus's mouth and heard the blonde swear.
"Fucking shit," he gasped and Freed smiled. Laxus wasn't supposed to be better off than him.
The smile disappeared when the blonde ran his hand under the shirt, reaching his nipple and teasing it with his fingers. At the same time a stronger push hit him.
"Fuck" Freed whimpered.
"Are you cumming?" Laxus said with a victorious smile. Freed tried to restrain himself and gritted his teeth even though he was terribly close. He wanted to take Laxus to the limit with him. Something occurred to him and he sat up, fighting the blond who was trying to keep him sprawled on the ground.
Freed managed to win long enough to sit with his back against the window. He wrapped his arms around Laxus, now sitting astride him, and Freed grabbed him by the hair and forcing him to rest his chin on his shoulder and look out the window.
"Nice view, huh?" Freed asked.
"Shit," Laxus cursed.
"You wanted to fuck me here, huh?" Freed asked continuing to move their crotches against each other. God, he wanted to take those damn pants off both of them.
"Fucking shit," the blond moaned.
"You wanted to fuck me and show me to all of Magnolia, huh?".
"Shut up, oh fuck. F-fucking… fuck," Laxus moaned and tightened his grip on Freed's hips. He pushed against him and came into his pants, increasing the thrusts and friction between the two. Freed threw his head against the glass and finally let himself be overwhelmed by orgasm, completely disinterested in where he was cumming, happy to be able to take Laxus with him.
Laxus stood with his chin resting on Freed's shoulder and his arms wrapped around his body for a long time, and Freed didn't even try to move. He just caught his breath, panting deeply and running his hand through Laxus's hair. They were both tired.
"You... you're a bastard" Laxus said after a while and Freed smiled, while the blonde sat down in front of him, running a hand through his hair. Freed looked down at Laxus' pants, pleased with his small victory, even though he was in the same condition.
"I am," Freed agreed.
"A fucking bastard," Laxus added.
Freed's smile widened.
"I know," he replied. "You can add irresistibly sexy, devilishly intelligent and fucking good in bed," he added. Laxus laughed.
"God, you're more arrogant than me."
"I doubt it," Freed commented with a chuckle. Laxus joined in but soon calmed down and became serious again. He looked at him intently.
"Let's go to my room, I've seriously had enough of all this teasing. I want to fuck and you want it too," he said.
"In your room?" Freed asked surprised.
"Yes, I don't want to put on a public show," Laxus replied. Freed found himself giggling again.
"Really? I thought public sex was your favorite thing," he commented and Laxus smiled.
"Oh, there are so many things I like. You've no idea" he said passing a hand over Freed's bangs and moving it behind his ear. Freed looked at him in surprise, finding himself blushing at that unusually sweet gesture. "And then we can go out on our second date, and maybe hang out seriously" he said.
Freed frowned. "Second date?".
Laxus nodded. "When I took you to Tenrou was our first date," he explained.
"Oh really," Freed said skeptically. "So, on a first date you usually take the guys to the beach and get them naked by humiliating them in front of everyone."
Laxus laughed. "Only with those assholes" he replied "So, you're not afraid of my father, are you?".
"Afraid," Freed scoffed. "No, on the contrary. I can't wait to fuck in every corner of this resort just to annoy him" Laxus laughed heartily.
"I see that you understand".