Author notes: This story was basically written in 2015, in French. I don't know, when I went back on the website where I published it (fanfiction), and I saw that it was well appreciated, I decided to translate it in English. Hope you will also enjoy: it's short, not that much story, it just me writing lemon xD
Have a good read!
PS: please also check my other stories, they are good, I swear!
"We take our shower together?"
How many times had Rogue heard that phrase come out of Sting's mouth? He didn't even count it anymore.
Sting and Rogue were lifelong friends and inseparable. Their friendship was so deep that they shared everything: the two mages lived together, went on missions as a team, went to the guild with each other... However, this was nothing compared to the fact that the bond between them was so intense... That Sting and Rogue showered together.
Although it started out as an innocent childish idea, as time went on, the habit turned out to be more problematic. The two Sabertooth mages were now aged nineteen and were no longer little boys. Not that Sting had any problem with this: the mage was still delighted to share these moments with his best friend.
The most bothered by this situation was none other than Rogue. Showering together was getting risky, especially as the shadow mage had to deal with a little hassle... regarding his male parts. The constant scrubbing to clean up Sting, which was later returned to him, did not leave Rogue unaffected. He had finally developed the habit of getting erections. His best friend's muscular body did not leave him indifferent at all.
For that reason, Rogue wanted to put an end to his misery. He was determined to stop these shared showers. He didn't feel he could go on like this much longer; it was all too clear.
Amid thinking about his new resolutions, Rogue did not feel a presence behind him. A hand came to rest on his shoulder, which startled him slightly. He turned and saw that it was, not surprisingly, Sting.
"Huh, what are you doing standing in the bathroom?" Sting asked in astonishment.
Now that Rogue was paying more attention, he saw that he was standing in front of the bathtub. He couldn't even tell how long he had been waiting. A few minutes or maybe a quarter of an hour already.
In answer to Sting's question, Rogue merely shrugged. Sting did not frown. He was used to his best friend being quiet by now.
That was what made Rogue so unique.
"Since you're here, don't you want to take a shower with me? I just got back from training and I'm sweating more than usual. It's too hot." Sting said, fanning himself a little with his hand, to get some air.
Looking at him, Rogue noticed the droplets of sweat on his comrade's torso, making it shine. The mage looked up at Sting's hair and saw that it was wet. Sting had a lot of Sex Appeal, which didn't displease Rogue. But it didn't help him rein in his urges.
"Not interested." Rogue merely replied, trying to keep a neutral face.
Deep down, Rogue was rather uncomfortable. His best friend's proposal was bringing up things he'd rather repress... Like the fact that he was physically attracted to Sting. Rogue felt like a pervert. Sting represented flesh and blood lust. It was very hard for Rogue to remain impassive to him.
Sting saw how unenthusiastic Rogue looked. However, he wanted Rogue to accompany him. It had been a ritual for so long!
"Come on! Get in there and don't argue!" Sting ordered, smirking.
Rogue did not reply, while his conscience chimed in you are weak. Farewell to keeping resolutions. Anyway, it was good luck to refuse a request from Sting. He could be so stubborn!
Rogue thought that he could take it upon himself one last time. However, he would have to be firm after today, and have a good talk with Sting.
Taking Rogue's silence as acceptance, Sting grinned widely. He began to undress, then turned on the tap and allowed the water to heat up. Rogue removed his clothes as well. When the water was ready, Sting got into the tub.
"Um, it's okay you can come." Sting announced, moving aside to make room for his comrade.
Sting positioned the pipe over his head, and hung it on the hook provided, so that he wouldn't have to hold it. Rogue took his place at Sting's side. The water flowed over the bodies of the two young men. Sting closed his eyes to appreciate the sensation: the water relaxed the aching muscles in his body from his training. He sighed with contentment. He opened his eyes again and looked at Rogue with a smile. He took a glove and filled it with perfumed shower gel and placed it in Rogue's hands.
"You scrub my back and then I'll do it to you." Sting said playfully.
Rogue knew that the real torture would begin now. His thoughts were soon confirmed, as he began to rub Sting's back and heard from the mage's lips: "Hmmm!"
As usual, Sting couldn't help but make little grunts, which got Rogue all riled up. He continued his task for several minutes before being stopped by Sting, who held out his hand behind him for Rogue to pass the glove to him. Once the exchange was made, Rogue beat Sting to the task, offering his back before the Light Mage could turn around. There was no way Sting was going to find out what was going on with his friend's crotch.
Sting poured more shower gel on the glove and placed his hands on Rogue's back. He applied himself to the task and took care to soap every inch of his body. Rogue held his breath: Sting's fingers were so gentle and did wonderful things to him... a little too much so.
Rogue suddenly panicked as Sting's hand reached for his chest. He immediately grabbed his hand, to prevent him from going any lower, dangerous ground. Sting did not try to understand and finally stopped. After that, they both finished taking that shower, this time more calmly.
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Once the bath was over, Sting went out first. This suited Rogue, who was able to catch his breath and forced himself to ignore his throbbing member between his legs. He didn't want to touch himself; he felt guilty enough towards his best friend for feeling the way he did. He didn't want to feel like he was defiling him either.
Rogue knew it was urgent for him to have this conversation with Sting. He too got out of the shower, went to his room, and got dressed. After that he went to the living room and saw Sting, ready to go out.
"We go to the guild?" Sting asked, keys in hand.
Rogue just nodded. They left and headed for Sabertooth.
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Once at the guild, Sting saw Yukino alone at the bar and approached her. They started a discussion.
At the sight of this, Rogue felt jealousy bite deep into his being. Indeed, Sting and Yukino, since they had discovered that they got along wonderfully, had been staying together a little more often.
Rogue looked away with a twinge of pain. What hurt the most was that he couldn't stand the way he was reacting: Yukino was such a sweet and wonderful company. Rogue preferred to sit back a little, so as not to hear the two laughing too much. Deep down, he knew it was unnecessary: for one thing, he was a Dragon Slayer with advanced hearing. For another, as usual, his gaze would constantly drift towards them.
Rogue looked at Orga who was once again singing. However, he immediately looked away, Orga's singing giving him more of a headache than anything else. Frosch, who was sitting at the bar, went down and joined Rogue at his table.
"Frosch wants to know if Rogue is all right?" Asked the little cat dressed as a frog.
The cat was surprised by the look on her friend's face, who didn't seem to be in the mood. Rogue looked at her for a moment, surprised, before answering: "I'm fine Frosch, don't worry."
Frosch could see that Rogue was lying to her. He didn't even smile at her, as he used to do.
"Frosch thinks Rogue should be more honest about his feelings." the little cat said.
"And I approve!" cried none other than Lector, Sting's Exceed.
Frosch's words echoed in Rogue's head. He suddenly felt extremely mentally exhausted. All his worries, which had been plaguing him for a while, were not letting him have it easy.
He no longer understood himself. His emotions consumed him. He spent his time fantasizing about Sting, imagining himself doing all sorts of things with him. Rogue couldn't count the number of mornings he'd woken up soaked in his boxers. Good thing he wasn't sleeping with Sting. He would have just exploded!
Rogue decided that although he had arrived a short time ago, he didn't want to stay any longer. It was tiring to have to constantly pretend that there was no problem. Rogue didn't feel like pretending to have fun.
He got up from his chair, without a word to the two cats who looked at him with concern and left the building. Sting had seen Rogue leave. The mage frowned: he wasn't stupid. Sting could see that something was wrong with Rogue for some time now, even if he didn't say anything...
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An hour later, Rogue finally arrived at his house, or rather the house where he lived with Sting and the two Exceed. It had taken him this long to get home as he had stopped for a while by a river to take some time for himself.
He rested on the bed, sprawled out and let his mind wander. He ended up falling into a deep sleep, dreaming of a certain blonde-haired mage who was definitely enticing him...
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As the days passed, Sting was saddened. Rogue, his best friend, kept avoiding him. Whenever he tried to get close to him, he would make up an excuse, say he had something to do.
Sting sensed that he was the cause of Rogue's withdrawal. He felt extremely bad about it. He couldn't understand what he had done wrong. Sure, he could be a bit of a handful at times, but that had never been a problem for Rogue in the past. This was really the first time Rogue had avoided him like this.
He felt rejected by the one who mattered most to him, ignoring Lector.
One thing Sting could be proud of, however, was his ability to stand his ground. He was determined not to let the situation remain as it was. At the slightest opportunity, he would go on the attack and confront Rogue!
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The next morning, Sting went out to buy something at the bakery, and Rogue took the opportunity to go and have a shower. He found himself alone in the house. Frosch and Lector went to Fairy Tail the day before to visit Happy, Panther Lily and Carla.
He walked over to the bathtub, undressed, turned on the water and stepped into the long white tube. The water flowing over his body relaxed him, and he rested his forehead against the cold tiles of the wall. He listened to the soft soothing sound of the water as it spread across the floor. A steady sound that washed away all his anxieties... Or so he tried to make himself believe.
Rogue knew that what he was doing to Sting currently was really wrong. His best friend didn't deserve this treatment, but Rogue didn't know how to behave in his presence, and more importantly, he hadn't found a way to announce that he wanted to stop showering together. Because of this, he had decided to isolate himself for the moment.
He could see the sad look on Sting's face when he rejected him, and he mentally insulted himself for being the cause of this.
Suddenly the bathroom door burst open, and Sting emerged into the room like a creature from the bottom of the ocean. Rogue gasped and let out a small shriek; his heart rate suddenly increased violently. Oh no... At the sound of his best friend's shout, Sting couldn't help but laugh slightly.
"Is it my head that scares you like that?" Sting taunted.
Rogue said nothing, still far too shocked. Suddenly, Sting had an idea, which was sure to displease Rogue...
"We haven't spent much time together for a few days already! Hey, do you want me to come over and s-" Sting began, but he quickly stopped himself when he saw Rogue starting to get ready to get out of the tub.
Rogue didn't give Sting any time to continue. He knew Sting too well to know what he was going to propose.
He took his towel from the sink and placed it in front of his groin. He got out of the tub, wrapped the towel around his hips, and headed for his room, not glancing at Sting.
Rogue went to his wardrobe to get some underwear. He hurriedly pulled one on, put on the first shirt he could find, and slipped on a pair of trousers that were lying around on his dresser.
He was about to walk away when, violently, Sting's hand grabbed his shoulder and shoved him hard against the wall. This made Rogue wince. He was about to ask Sting what his problem was when he saw his face, which stopped him dead in his track. Sting was very serious, which was not often the case. Rogue's heart missed a beat.
"What's the matter with you? You think I haven't noticed you avoiding me lately? I don't think I've done anything to you, but if I have, tell me instead of staying silent!" Sting snapped.
Rogue saw Sting's hand rise quickly into the air. He closed his eyes, ready to wait for the slap he told himself he deserved, and from which he would not look away. However, nothing happened. Instead, Sting's head rested gently on his shoulder. He opened his eyes again, extremely surprised. He had expected everything but this.
"I can't stand you ignoring me like this..." Sting revealed sadly.
Rogue summoned up his courage and confessed:
"I-I don't want to shower together anymore." He said, his eyes a little vacant.
Sting looked at him surprised. He didn't quite understand what his friend was getting at, and what it had to do with Rogue avoiding him. He answered anyway:
"But why? We've always taken it together since we were kids!" Sting retorted.
"Yes, but now we're grown up: we're not kids anymore, Sting. We have to stop."
With these words, which Rogue hoped were clear enough, he tried to walk away, but Sting clearly saw things differently. The blonde's arm prevented him from going any further.
Sting was more than a little annoyed. He felt like Rogue didn't care if it hurt him.
"And why should we stop? It's not a crime what we do! Anyway, I'm sure that's not the real reason why you're avoiding me! So, you'd better tell me what's going on, or I won't leave you alone!" Sting redoubled his efforts, his gaze fierce.
Rogue felt trapped. He had absolutely no desire to tell Sting what was happening to him. It was so embarrassing. Nevertheless, Sting's insistent gaze finally made him break. He could not continue to lie to the man who had shared so much with him. He took a deep breath before adding:
"Sting... I must stop showering with you because... Because I have a certain issue when showering..."
Sting stared at Rogue in such a way that Rogue realised that Sting had no idea what he was getting at. Rogue had no choice but to be much more direct in his explanation.
"I can't continue because I have boners!"
It was done. Rogue had finally admitted the truth. He expected Sting's disgusted gaze to land on him before he stormed off at full speed. Nevertheless, Sting merely remained impassive, before adding with a touch of audacity: "So what?"
Rogue was left in shock. This was definitely not the response he had expected. He couldn't have anticipated this answer for the world.
"I also get boners anyway." Sting admitted, not the least bit embarrassed.
If Sting's earlier remark had surprised Rogue, what he was saying now had officially left him speechless, if not finished him. Suddenly, Sting began to smile slyly.
"Was that the reason for your strange behaviour?"
Rogue nodded slowly in agreement with his friend. Sting then moved his head forward and brought his lips to Rogue's before adding:
"How about we settle this shower issue once and for all?"
Before Rogue could say anything else, Sting kissed him sensually, if not to say he devoured his lips.
Rogue did not push him away. Every nerve in his brain had just fried. Sting was kissing him. The same Sting who spent his time chasing and conquering damsels.
The blond man led the kiss, and his tongue entered his partner's mouth. The two tongues kept rubbing against each other. Rogue felt as if his legs were slowly turning to cotton. He put his hands on Sting's shoulders for support. Sting smiled against Rogue's lips. He wanted to rile up Rogue. It would be a bit of a personal payback.
He pulled away from Rogue's lips, then lowered his kisses to Rogue's neck. Rogue felt the pleasure building in his lower belly. He let out a soft moan that he hoped would be as low as possible, but it was without counting on Sting's acute hearing, who heard it perfectly. Sting laughed at this. Rogue's reaction was definitely too cute. Rogue blushed and felt submissive in the face of Sting's careful attentions.
Suddenly, Sting grabbed the bottom of Rogue's shirt and pulled it off, leaving him shirtless. He put his hands on Rogue's chest, pinning him even more firmly to the cold wall behind him. Rogue shivered. Sting then lowered himself and enjoyed biting Rogue's nipples. This torture went on for several minutes, where he kept abusing the two bits of flesh that were beyond hard. For Rogue, this was all new: he had never felt anything like this before. Rogue felt his member in his trousers react. And when Sting unintentionally brushed against his crotch, he gasped loudly.
"Can't take it anymore?" Sting teased, looking mischievous.
Rogue was embarrassed and decided to take revenge: he grabbed Sting's manhood violently. The expression on Sting's face instantly changed to one of pure pleasure.
"Rogue..." Sting moaned, shaking.
Rogue turned scarlet and felt a huge rush of heat. The mere fact that Sting could moan his name had turned him on completely. He amused himself by loosening his grip and then tightening it. Sting stirred in his grip, like a flame. The blond suddenly grabbed Rogue's hand to prevent him from continuing.
"S-stop, you're going to make me cum too fast..." Sting admitted, a predatory gleam in his eye.
He violently removed his top and threw it at his feet. Then he grabbed Rogue's hand and pulled him forcefully to the bed. Rogue fell backwards. Sting towered over him as he climbed over. Rogue stood in awe of Sting's beauty. The blond man lowered himself and kissed Rogue again. His hand at the same time unzipped the Dark Mage's trousers. Sting got off the bed and removed Rogue's bottom, before dropping it at the foot of the bed.
Sting then proceeded to undress himself as well. He was breathing heavily and was clearly excited. He jumped on top of Rogue like a little child.
"Wait till you see what I have in store for you..." Sting implied, full of promises, each more extravagant than the last.
With those holy words, Sting reached down and licked the outline of Rogue's sex through his boxers. Rogue grunted and grabbed the blonde's hair. Sting kept catching him off guard. Sting removed the last of his underwear and took his member in his mouth, before looking him straight in the eye. The sight might have made Rogue cum on the spot if he hadn't bitten the inside of his cheek on purpose to control himself.
Sting energetically masturbated his best friend, not forgetting to soak up his every expression. Seeing Rogue moan was a powerful aphrodisiac. While Sting was perfectly focused on his task, he felt powerful hands lifting him up. Rogue had a strange glint in his eye. Not giving Sting time to figure out what was going on, Rogue grabbed his underwear, and ripped it off.
"Hey, you don't have to rip my u-" Sting began, surprised at Rogue's sudden change in behaviour.
He didn't have time to finish his sentence, as Rogue grabbed his sex and gave it a thorough rubbing. Poor Sting, who had just seconds before been in a position of strength, now found himself submissive to Rogue and his powerful hand.
He grunted, especially when Rogue lowered himself to the level of his crotch, and his tongue lapped at the tip of his penis. Rogue was clearly trying to push him over the edge, and it was well on its way. Sting's member kept dripping, but he thought it unfair that he alone should get so much attention.
He moved away from Rogue's tempting mouth, turned the other way, and landed on Rogue again so that they were both in the sixty-nine position. That way, while Rogue was taking care of him, he could do the same for him. Rogue looked more than appreciative of his friend's idea, especially as his sex was aching, so swollen was it.
The air was electric under all that sexual energy. The skins of the two young lovers were sweating with pleasure. Sting and Rogue couldn't help but let out little cries... Which soon turned into moans.
Under the sexual frenzy, Sting and Rogue were no longer in control and were shaking uncontrollably. At this rate, it wouldn't be long before they came.
Nevertheless, wanting to be able to watch each other at the peak of pleasure, Sting and Rogue stood up and sat down so that they were face to face, pressed together, and their cocks were touching. Rogue grabbed both cocks and Sting put his hand on his to accompany his movement. Soon they were back to a fast pace. One hot kiss followed another. A thin stream of drool linked their mouths as they pulled away for a moment to catch their breaths.
"Sting! I..." Rogue moaned hoarsely, his eyes suddenly determined.
Sting didn't give him time to finish. He kissed him, forcing him to be quiet. He knew what he wanted to say. He suspected it, and deep down he knew it was the same for him... He finally moved away from him before looking him straight in the eye.
"Shhh... You don't have to tell me... For me it's the same..." Sting intimated sultrily.
For Rogue it was a relief. That was all he needed to know.
Rogue felt himself go. This was it, he was going to cum. He threw his head back, moved his hips pitifully for the umpteenth time, then let go. Seeing Rogue lose control like that was the trigger for Sting, who laid his head on his best friend's shoulder. The two lovers grunted powerfully before emptying themselves onto their chests.
Spasms ran through their bodies.
They kissed one last time, then pulled away before looking each other straight in the eye. They tried to catch their breaths before lying side by side on the bed, still looking at each other. Sting gave Rogue a warm smile, and Rogue felt his heart leap in his chest.
"You know, I'm going to be looking after you for a while... I'm not about to let you go." Sting admitted with his charming smile.
Rogue took the information in. He was not unhappy about it. He was more than ready for Sting to take care of him, in every sense of the word...
END.
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