An intolerable situation

That had been a shit day, ever since he got out of bed. It had all started since he met Freed in the kitchen. Usually he never met the boy, it seemed that they both calculated their schedules in order to see each other as little as possible. But that morning Laxus had woken up late, and because of that he had had to have breakfast with Freed. It had only been three minutes, but it was more than enough to piss him off.

After that he had arrived late for class, and by mid-morning he had received an email from the office telling him that a wrong exam had been recorded. So, he had to waste half an hour of his time arguing with the old fool from the Student Administration Office, who didn't know how to use a computer.

Fortunately, there was a positive side, in the canteen he had crossed paths with Rufus and that boy had clearly flirted with him. Well, Rufus was a nice guy. Maybe he reminded him a little of Freed, but the biggest difference was that Rufus wasn't an asshole. They hadn't dated yet, but he was convinced it wouldn't take long. That blond was obviously smitten with him.

And Laxus couldn't wait to date with him, maybe showing it in front of Freed, and showing him what he had lost. And since Freed and Rufus never got along in high school, it would've been even more fun. Good heavens, he felt like a teenager girl acting like that. Not that Freed cared about him.

In any case, the day wasn't over yet. No, he had come home and met Freed on the landing in front of the elevator. He too had just entered and the two were in front of the elevator. They didn't even say hello, they stared at each other for a moment and then looked away. Laxus pressed the button to call the elevator. If anyone left, Freed would. He wasn't going to go up the stairs just to avoid the asshole.

He didn't even have to argue anyway, Freed greeted him coldly and then took the stairs without even waiting for an answer from him. Laxus growled softly. Fuck. Rightly the asshole ran away, it was the only thing he could do in his life. The elevator arrived and Laxus got inside, more and more nervous. He couldn't wait for Freed to find another apartment and leave.

Halfway up the climb the lift stopped.

Fuck, as if it isn't already enough, he thought irritably. He pressed the button on his floor again, but nothing, the lift wouldn't start at all. Irritated, he pressed the alarm, just hoping it wasn't Freed who heard him, but most likely the boy was still on the stairs. Fuck, that day was getting worse and worse.

Fortunately, after a few seconds the elevator started up again and Laxus went out shortly after to his own floor. He'd never take that damn thing again. Freed was standing in front of the open door to the apartment. The two still said nothing and entered the apartment.

"Hello guys!" exclaimed Bickslow sitting on the sofa.

"Hi," Freed said and then went straight to his room and locked himself inside. Bickslow sighed heavily and turned to him, but Laxus only grunted a greeting. He was still mad at them for setting him up in an apartment with Freed. He knew they had done it with good intentions, but why the hell hadn't they at least talked about it with him before?

Maybe because you refused to do it, said a little voice in his head but he chased it away.

"Do you want to do a movie night tonight?" Bickslow asked "Evergreen makes popcorn, and we choose the movie."

"I choose the film," the girl retorted from the kitchen. Laxus hesitated, fearing that Freed was there too. He didn't really want to sit on the same couch with the boy. Bickslow seemed to read his mind because after a while he spoke.

"Freed has to study".

"Ok then," Laxus replied, ignoring Bickslow's disappointed expression. At least he had stopped bothering him to be with Freed. "But I choose the film," he declared.

"Hey, I'm the one making the popcorn here, so I'm going to pick the movie," Evergreen complained as she appeared at the living room door.

"Since most of the DVDs are mine, I choose," Laxus retorted and looked over the pile of DVDs, but he quickly noticed that one was missing. "Where is 'It'?" he asked.

"Oh, Freed and I watched it last night," Bickslow said. "Maybe we had put it in the drawer," he said quietly. Laxus opened the drawer slightly nervous.

"It's not there," he blurted out. He didn't know why, but the idea of Freed touching his things bothered him. Maybe they had once exchanged everything without any problem, but those times were over, and the fault was the asshole. Irritated and without thinking he went to Freed's room, ignoring Bickslow who was hurrying to get up from the sofa saying that maybe he had taken it.

He knew it didn't make sense to get mad for something like that, but he wanted to vent all the frustration he'd built up throughout the day. Besides, any excuse would've been a good one to blame Freed.

Laxus knocked violently on the door of the roommate's room three times, then entered without waiting for an answer. Freed was changing his clothes and was wearing only boxers. Laxus paused for just a moment to look at his naked, muscular torso, and for a moment a flash of the past occurred to him.

"What the fuck, are you able to knock before you enter?" Freed growled.

"I knocked," Laxus retorted.

"Very useless since you walked in before waiting for an answer," Freed snapped.

"Maybe if you didn't take my things, I wouldn't have to go in like that," Laxus said roughly.

"What the hell are you talking about," Freed snapped grabbing his pants.

"It".

"What?" Freed asked confused.

"It, the movie," Laxus snapped annoyed and walked into the room approaching Freed's desk. The boy still had a lot of books, and judging by the bookmarks he was still reading two at the same time. He looked at the computer and noticed that the screen was frozen on a Word document full of writing and curious he read a few lines. Did Freed write?

"Get out of here" Freed snapped going in front of him and closing the computer with a dry gesture. The fact that he had only been wearing the pants in the meantime still distracted Laxus a bit. He didn't know if he was more inclined to slam him against the wall to kiss him or to beat him. In any case, it would've been satisfactory. "And maybe learn a little education towards your roommates."

Laxus grinned. "But you're a great roommate using other people's things," he commented harshly.

"I thought it was Bicks...".

"Really?" Laxus interrupted. "Because we both know that's not true. Or do I have to remind you how many times we saw it years ago?" he growled. It was enough to think about how different things were years ago to make him feel a strong melancholy, but he covered it with anger not to show it.

"It's not in my room anyway," Freed snapped, raising his tone. "Probably Bickslow has it. Now get out of here," he ordered dryly. Laxus felt the nervousness rise even more. Why was he thinking about the past, and Freed hadn't even blinked at the memory? Because obviously the asshole never gave a shit about him.

"Don't use my stuff anymore," he growled as he left the room.

"And you learn to control yourself, three years and you've only gotten worse," Freed snapped and then slam the door and shut himself inside. Laxus was tempted to open it only to punch him, and blame him for how much Freed had gotten worse. He didn't just do it because Bickslow put a hand on his shoulder.

"I found the DVD. I had it".

"Good," Laxus grunted irritably. Soon after he went back to his room.

It all seemed normal. Laxus hadn't talked about it, he hadn't talked about it and to tell the truth there hadn't even been embarrassment. Freed didn't know how to behave, he felt high every time the blonde turned to look at him, and every now and then it seemed to him that Laxus was staring at him more than he should. Maybe he had forgotten the kiss because of alcohol. Or maybe he didn't know how to behave.

But Freed didn't want to talk about it, if Laxus didn't remember and if it was just a drunk impulse, he didn't want to ruin their friendship. Freed turned to the TV. They were at the home of Makarov, Laxus' grandfather. Apparently, the old man had left them alone and the two were deciding what movie to see. He roused himself from his thoughts and forced himself to behave normally as usual.

"Tonight let's watch 'It'" he decided taking the DVD. Laxus snorted loudly.

"We saw it last time, let's watch 'Matrix'," he retorted.

"You're just scared" Freed teased with a smirk but Laxus pushed him aside and took the science fiction DVD. That gesture reassured Freed, if Laxus had no problem touching him, it was just fine. It really all seemed as usual. Maybe the friend really didn't remember anything. Better this way, it would've been just a memory of Freed and that was enough.

"I'm not afraid," Laxus snapped. "But we already saw it last time, it gets boring to see it again. We'll watch 'Matrix'," he decided.

"We've already seen that too," Freed pointed out.

"So?" Laxus asked. Freed pulled the DVD from his hands and the blonde tried to get it back, but Freed stepped back and put it behind his back. Laxus advanced towards him but the boy ran away behind the sofa. "We both know I'll win," the blond said.

"I don't think so, and then you decided last time," Freed reminded him. Laxus apparently didn't care much. He walked over to Freed and pinned him against the back of the sofa, reached behind Freed's back to grab the DVD but he held it tight.

"Let go," the blond told him.

"Absolutely not".

"You're unbearable," Laxus growled. Then he grinned dangerously and Freed arched an eyebrow. Against his every surprise, Laxus reached out to his hip and began to move his fingers. Freed immediately began to wriggle but to no avail and laughed at the tickle.

"Stop it, come on, stop it," he pleaded with laughter. Laxus grinned and didn't listen to him, continuing to move his fingers sadistically. Freed climbed back onto the sofa but Laxus grabbed him by the waist to prevent him from escaping. The DVDs fell from Freed's hands and fell to the ground, but Laxus now wanted his revenge. Freed rolled over on the sofa and Laxus threw himself on top of him, straddled his stomach and lifted his shirt and continued to tickle him.

"Enough," Freed said with tears in his eyes.

"So, let's watch 'Matrix'?"

"Okay, but stop the fuck," Freed said. Satisfied Laxus stopped his fingers and Freed panting looked over him. Oh fuck. Why the hell were they so close. Why had Laxus sat on him? Freed felt his face flush and noticed how Laxus' cheeks were warming too.

Soon after, the blond came down to him, took the DVD and put it in the DVD player. He sat back down next to Freed, and the boy didn't know what to do. He stared at the TV screen trying not to focus on his friend, at least until Laxus asked him if he wanted a beer.

"Beer?" Freed asked, turning surprised to his friend. Laxus shrugged.

"My grandfather isn't there. We can have fun and get drunk. It will be fun," he said.

"Oh," Freed said and then nodded. "Okay," he said. Laxus went into the kitchen and Freed paused the movie, waiting for his friend to return. When Laxus returned, however, he didn't have a beer in his hand, but a bottle of vodka. He grinned and opened it.

"Will Makarov not notice?" Freed asked.

"With everything he drinks he certainly won't," Laxus replied as he sat down on the sofa and opened it. Immediately afterwards he took a long drink and then passed it to Freed. He himself took it and drank, then grimaced.

Shortly after, the two decided to mix it with something else, and took what they found from the fridge. A few Schweppes and some small talk and during the film they drank more and more alcohol. They didn't finish the bottle, because they found themselves laughing at some bullshit before. Freed laughed at scenes in the film and Laxus followed him, although he might not understand why.

"Drinking is fun," Freed said turning to Laxus, and the blonde nodded.

"Of course it is," he laughed and then put his arm around Freed's shoulders. He felt himself blush and like the last time he drank, he felt agitated by that closeness. He couldn't handle it, not drunk. Even though he wasn't as drunk as the last time, but he was still tipsy and that lowered his defenses.

He leaned on his friend's shoulder and looked up, and felt his heart beat even more strongly when he saw that Laxus was watching him intently. They were silent for a couple of seconds before the blond lowered his head. Freed lifted his chin and their lips joined.

For Freed it was as if his body burned. They were kissing. A second time. And it was Laxus who had done it. He was drunk, true, but he had taken the first step. Freed clung to his shirt and Laxus tilted his head, parting his lips and forcing Freed to do the same.

They pulled apart to catch their breath and Laxus stretched out on the sofa, carrying Freed on top of him, who did nothing to rebel.

"We're drunk," Freed murmured, without separating from him, but rather, positioning himself comfortably on his friend.

"It's fun to get drunk," Laxus replied as he ran a hand through Freed's hair. Freed blushed but could only agree. If that became their new drunken pastime, then he was looking forward to drinking again.

Meanwhile, he bent over his friend again and joined their lips.

Two beers. He had only drunk two beers. It wasn't enough to make him drunk and he was sure Laxus wasn't drunk either. He had drunk less than him and was able to handle alcohol better. Not that Freed cared. As long as he was lying on his friend's bed with Laxus astride him, he wasn't interested in anything else.

Laxus's lips ran down his jaw until they reached his neck and Freed cocked his head to the side, giving him free access. When he heard his friend begin to suck and bite, he moaned loudly.

"Fuck," he whispered. God, he wanted to let go and make him do whatever he wanted. He felt Laxus's hands go up under his shirt and Freed let him do it, while trembling with excitement. This time it wasn't the alcohol that stunned him, but Laxus's care, his hands, his mouth and... oh god. Laxus was tough.

Freed's eyes widened and looked down. He was really tough. Not that the situation was different for him. He felt his cheeks inflame and looked up, meeting his friend's. He too was red in the face and was panting slightly, looking intently at him. His hips pushed forward and Freed couldn't hold back another groan.

Shit.

He clung to Laxus's neck and began kissing him intensely again, while they rubbed each other to get both a little relief. Freed dared to pull up Laxus's shirt, running a hand over his bare back and was happily surprised not to feel any opposition.

In fact, Laxus was enjoying himself.

"Shit Freed," Laxus moaned as he continued to push against him. That friction was driving him crazy, and Freed was afraid he'd come in his pants at any moment. Laxus, however, didn't stop. "Freed... I can't take it anymore," Laxus blew on his face.

"Me neither," Freed admitted.

The two boys stopped, both panting and both with a problem in their pants. For a moment they were both undecided on what to do. Freed didn't want him to end up there. He wanted to continue, make out with Laxus and maybe do something more. And he thought Laxus wanted it too, since he wasn't moving from his position.

"I... I've tissues," Freed stammered. Laxus looked at him for a moment confused and Freed took courage and reached out to reach his friend's belt. Cheeks ablaze he looked up, and Laxus gasped even more. "Can I?" Freed asked uncertainly.

"Oh god, yes," Laxus replied quickly. Freed, satisfied and excited by the answer, took off his belt and opened his friend's pants. He swallowed nervously as he reached under his boxers and with the other hand took the packet of tissues on the bedside table, dropping the lamp and some CDs on the floor. But Laxus didn't seem to care.

The blond followed his example and the two gave each other pleasure on the bed, and then stayed there with their pants open and panting breaths.

At least until they heard that Makarov had returned. At that point they got up and fixed everything, throwing away the dirty tissues, and in a few seconds being fully sober and friends again. And again, neither of them dared to talk about it.

Final notes: Probably the DVDs will seem part of the Middle Ages or something like that, but consider that in Italy up to five/six years ago Netflix hadn't yet arrived, so if this story is set between 2016 and 2018 it's perfectly plausible, because it was not still so popular.

That said, I hope you enjoyed the chapter, even if Freed and Laxus still can't stand each other. Thanks to those who comment, it really means a lot to me.