The ride
Laxus was in a good mood. Finally, the insurance had paid him, he only had to wait a few weeks and then the motorbike would be in his hands again. He couldn't wait for it, even if to tell the truth, Freed let him ride his bike on the track. He had won the race, much to Lucy's happiness, and although Freed had been annoying because he had repeated several times that the credit was all of his bike, Laxus found himself laughing and having fun.
He no longer mentioned the excuse Freed had come to his workshop, but realized that the boy was very open to him. They were very close, lately they always drunk together and even if they didn't see each other elsewhere, Laxus was almost convinced that Freed might like him. Almost, because Freed was nice to everyone. Almost, because Freed still hadn't opened up to him about his private life. He avoided talking about his family, even though he occasionally hinted at him about the problems he had running the track.
But that was fine with Laxus, he just hoped he wasn't deluding himself. Honestly, he was waiting for Freed to take the next step. He thought he was pretty clear with his intentions, had answered his jokes and always chatted with him willingly.
That evening he had just come by to say hello and as usual he was lost chatting with Freed more than expected. The two boys had been sitting at the table for more than two hours, and they were lost in talking about everything and more. Until they heard loud thunder rumbling around the place. The two boys looked up from the table and Laxus looked out the window.
"Fuck" he cursed. Normally he liked thunderstorms, especially the summer ones. At the moment, however, he only thought that he would've to return by bus in the rain to his house, crossing the whole city. He didn't use Freed's bike off the track, he already felt quite a scrounger like that. And even if he had used it, he would still have drenched everything.
"Great," Bickslow commented.
"I'm running home," Lucy said instead, placing the money on the counter and then going out next to Natsu, greeting everyone quickly. They weren't the only ones, all the people who had come up there had done so on motorcycles and no one was going to get wet. Freed, on the other hand, seemed quite calm.
"Well, I guess I'm going too," Laxus said, getting up "Magnolia's public services are bad enough, I wouldn't be surprised if the bus didn't even go by" he commented.
"If you want, I'll give you a lift, I came by car," he said. Laxus thought about it for a moment, in reality he already owed Freed enough for his kindness, but the idea of waiting in the cold and without an umbrella didn't excite him too much. Had it been a short walk he'd have taken it himself, but so...
"Well, thanks then."
"Will you accompany me too? I'm a long way away," Evergreen said.
"Yes, if you wait half an hour the bar closes, so bring me too," Bickslow intervened. Freed sighed slightly.
"As you like," he replied and sat back at the table. Laxus sat down as well. "Maybe next time check the forecast before coming here on the bike," he muttered but he wasn't really upset. In any case, no one would've come to the bar by that time, so Evergreen and Bickslow closed five minutes early and then all four ran to Freed's car. Even if they only remained under the water for not even a minute, when they entered, they were all deep. Bickslow was standing next to Freed, while Evergreen and Laxus were behind.
"What a lousy time," the girl complained. "Will you accompany me first?".
"If the others are okay," Freed replied. Laxus and Bickslow had nothing to argue and Freed turned on the headlights and drove off in the car. It was the first time Laxus had gotten into Freed's car, and he was a little surprised to see it wasn't such a nice car. He had expected him to drive one of the latest outings. Apparently, his passion for cars was not as much as that of motorcycles.
The weather, however, was getting worse and worse, and suddenly Freed was forced to slow down to practically a crawl. He reached Evergreen's house and the girl greeted them, running out to enter the house as soon as possible.
"Maybe it's best to wait before continuing," Bickslow commented, glancing out. He wasn't all wrong, they could barely see where they were going. Freed, however, decided to continue slowly, as Bickslow didn't live far away and shortly afterwards he too went out.
"Do you want to sit in front? At this rate, I think we'll arrive at your house tomorrow morning," Freed commented as soon as they were alone.
"Nah, I don't want to go out even for two seconds," Laxus replied. "And then I feel like I'm in a taxi," he smiled.
"In fact, I feel like a taxi driver, except I don't get paid".
"Not that you need it."
Freed laughed.
"Where exactly do you live?" he asked.
"Near Acalypha square, if you reach it then I'll give you the directions" Laxus replied.
"Oh," Freed said.
"Yes, I know, it's a bit far," Laxus commented. "If you want, I can call a taxi," he then added. Even though it was Freed who had offered to accompany him after all.
"No, I think it would be the same problem. Do you want to wait for the storm to calm down a bit and then I'll take you home? My house is just behind that street," he explained. Laxus shrugged. He was fine with it. So Freed drove off and continued for a couple of meters, then turned right and parked under cover. The two boys got out of the car and Laxus looked around curiously. They were in the parking lot of a building, probably Freed lived in an apartment there.
He turned to the boy who, however, had his gaze fixed on a car and had a dark look. Laxus frowned slightly.
"Everything good?" he asked.
"Yes. My cousin is here" he just said and then turned to the stairs of the building, snorting. "She's a little... strange girl, don't pay too much attention to her," he said.
"What do you mean weird?" he asked a little curious to know the girl. He didn't even know Freed had a cousin. To tell the truth, he didn't know anything about his family. He only knew that he had no siblings and that he had quarreled with his parents.
"It's just too hard to explain," Freed replied as he climbed the stairs. The two boys arrived at the atrium of the building, from there they took the elevator and reached the third floor. Once there Laxus saw two girls outside a door and immediately spotted Freed's cousin. She was probably the green-haired girl drinking fruit juice.
"Finally, you arrived, we were waiting for you" she said in a bored tone.
"Hello to you too" was the response of Freed, who then greeted the blonde kindlier, who smiled and greeted him. Freed took out the keys.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Dimaria" said the blonde, holding out her hand. Laxus shook it, introducing himself, then turned his gaze on the green-haired girl.
"Brandish," she said without reaching out, then she turned and walked through the door Freed had just opened. "I'll take your bath, I need to warm up," the girl said.
"Make yourself at home," Freed commented wryly.
"Obviously. Do you have something good to eat?" she asked bored.
"No".
"Honey, would you go get something from the fridge? I'm sure Freed has a supply of gummy candies hiding from me," she said. Freed put his hands to his temples.
"Only you can eat gummy candies at your age," he commented vaguely irritated. Dimaria giggled.
"You can take them yourself," she replied.
"That hassle," Brandish said as she tossed her jacket on the sofa, which Freed got annoyed and moved it from there, hanging it up in part right away.
"Why are you here?" he asked.
"We were in the storm, and your house was close," she replied as she walked to the kitchen. Laxus looked at the two boys with a bit of curiosity. Brandish apparently acted as if it were her home, and Freed made no secret of his irritation. The girl found no candy, but she took a packet of peanuts and then walked to the bathroom.
"Can you avoid acting like you're at your home?" Freed snapped.
"You said I can do it," Brandish retorted.
"I was obviously... you know what, do whatever the fuck you want, but you won't sleep here tonight," he clarified right away.
"We won't bother you and your boyfriend," Brandish said quietly. Freed was already about to say something but Dimaria put an arm around the girl's shoulders.
"Sorry Freed, I told Brandish to warn you but she didn't want to, considering it a nuisance."
"I imagine it," Freed muttered softly.
"Anyway, we're actually here because she has something to tell you," she revealed. Freed frowned slightly and turned to his cousin.
"Now I don't feel like it," she said, shoving a handful of peanuts into her mouth. Freed was already about to blur something, and Laxus was a bit on the sidelines without knowing how to behave. Maybe it was better to call a taxi, he really didn't want to make his friend uncomfortable if he had to talk to his cousin.
"Look Brandish, talk and hurry, I'm getting annoyed and I won't hesitate to kick you out of the house just to be nice to your girlfriend," he said. Brandish snorted.
"What a hassle," she commented. "Can I use the tub later?" she asked.
"I just hope whatever you have to tell me is worth it," he muttered. Brandish nodded and sat down on the couch, crossing her legs and gesturing for Freed to go get her jacket. The boy turned to Laxus.
"Sorry, I didn't think she was here. You can sit down in the meantime, can I bring you something to drink?" he asked.
"No, I'm fine."
"You're nice to your boyfriend and you're not to your cousin," Brandish commented.
"I'll never be nice to you, and Laxus isn't my boyfriend anyway," he replied irritably. The blond sat on the other sofa while Freed went to get his cousin's jacket and passed it to the girl. She took it and then reached into her pocket for something, took a paper and pulled it out and passed it to Freed.
"You're welcome," she just told him. Freed frowned slightly but instead of opening it he went into the kitchen. Soon he returned with three beers and a fruit juice. He passed the last one to Brandish, while he gave Dimaria a beer and Laxus one. The two thanked him, while the green-haired girl just said 'Finally' without receiving any response.
Laxus looked at the two girls and then his gaze fell back on Freed, who had opened the paper and was reading it, darkening his face more and more. He didn't take long to read it and as soon as he finished, he closed it clearly irritated.
"You can use the tub," he told them.
"I knew it," Brandish smiled satisfied as she stood up and headed for the bathroom. Laxus was relieved that the two girls had disappeared from the living room. He had nothing against them, but it was all a bit embarrassing. He was silent for a moment in the living room with Freed, until he decided to break that atmosphere.
"You were right that your cousin is weird," he commented with a smile. Freed smiled back, but it was clearly forced.
"Yes, she lived in wealth and is a bit spoiled and lazy," he explained. Laxus nodded.
"Does she come to you often?" he asked him, although he was more curious than the piece of paper he had received.
"Occasionally, not very often though. We don't get along so well, but she has a sort of 'friendship bar rivalry' with Lucy. When I lived with her, I saw Brandish more often," he said. Laxus nodded and glanced at the paper in Freed's hands. "What is it that she gave you? If I may know," he asked, just not being able to restrain himself. Freed sighed wearily and ran a hand through his hair.
"You can read it," he said, handing him the paper. "It's an article my father will probably publish shortly. Guess I'll have to call him," he explained. Laxus took it and opened it. As soon as he started reading, he understood why Freed's mood had deteriorated dramatically.
It was an article against the motorcycle track, explaining how dangerous it was and how bad it was for the boys. How the underage boys found themselves fascinated by that place and frequented it, occasionally driving vehicles they couldn't get on. And then he was talking about a group of bikers selling weed to kids. Laxus frowned slightly. He had never seen young boys at Raijinshuu, he was sure. He finished reading the article and looked up at his friend.
"Are they lies?" he asked him.
"Not really. Let's say he made connections that have no reason to exist. I know which group of bikers he's referring to, I kicked them out of the Raijinshuu a few months ago. They have nothing to do with us, but you know… since they go on bikes they are associated with my track," he said irritably. "Apparently my father has changed his strategy, he wants to ruin my reputation and lead me to bankruptcy like this," he commented sourly. Laxus didn't know what to say. He honestly didn't even know how he could help him, always if there was a way.
"I guess talking to your father isn't going to solve the situation," he said.
"Imagine well" replied Freed in a resigned and tired sigh "I'll call him, but I already know what he'll ask me in exchange for not publishing the article". Laxus raised an eyebrow and Freed snorted. "He's going to ask me to come back to him, go to some stupid rich party and act like a good son should and… I don't even know why I'm telling you. I don't want to stress you out with my problems," he sighed.
"You don't stress me out," Laxus said immediately, perhaps faster than he should have. "Maybe it would do you good to let off steam to someone," he added. Freed seemed to think about it for a moment, then looked down at the coffee table putting down the beer from which he had only taken a small sip. For a moment he said nothing and Laxus didn't push him, peering at him and thinking what he could do to help him. Unfortunately, however, he had no ideas.
"My parents and I have been fighting for years," he began. "Ever since I started dating guys. I thought they would get used to it over time, but they never did. Or rather, my mother more or less did, let's say that she tries to be the link between me and my father but… in the end she always ends up taking his side and it's tiring" he sighed.
"I'm sorry," Laxus said quietly. Freed shook his head.
"It doesn't matter. By now I've put my soul in peace. The problem is, they didn't. My mother calls me every now and then just to hear me, to find out how I am, but she always has to do it secretly from my father. And then... well, there's the whole story of the track. When I opened it, I did it both to piss them off and to show that I could become someone even without their help" he explained. Laxus nodded without interrupting him, although he already knew that piece of history because Lucy had already told him.
"At the beginning it was more difficult to manage the track, I didn't have many customers, I had to make myself known and invest a lot. I had some savings, and thanks to my surname I was able to get a loan from the bank" he admitted a little annoyed. "So, let's say I was lucky, and I know it. My father reproached me, he called me every day, telling me that he'd make me fail, that I couldn't tarnish his name in this way and at that point… I put out an article about him".
Laxus said nothing as Freed smiled bitterly.
"It was a low blow on my part, and maybe I shouldn't have done it, but I haven't thought about it much. I went to the reporter and told my story with my parents. Not all, only some parts. How they behaved with their gay son" he spat almost disgustedly "After that article my father had a couple of problems, but to tell the truth it's not that his companies have gone bankrupt. They had a bit of a breakdown but after a few months everyone forgot about it and everything was back to normal. My father, however, tied it to his finger, and from that moment on he did everything to make me shut up" he said, running his hands through his hair.
"I honestly think this war between us will never end. I also thought about withdrawing my accusations, but I don't think it would make more sense since no one remembers them anymore, and then... it's a matter of principle" he blurted out a little irritably. He stopped and said nothing more, leaning on the sofa and just staring at Laxus for a moment. The blond realized that he should have said something.
"Can't you threaten him in some way so that he understands that he doesn't have to go against you?" he asked. Freed smiled and shook his head in resignation.
"I've thought about it, but you've no idea how rich my father is. He has the best lawyers, the best reputation, I literally can't do anything against him." Laxus didn't reply, although the story made him nervous. It was obvious, even if Freed didn't want to admit it, that he still felt bad about the way his parents treated him.
"I'm sorry," he said at that point. Freed shrugged.
"Well, I stressed you a lot and the storm stopped hitting. I can walk you home before it starts raining again" he said, turning his gaze to the windows. Laxus took a look outside. Indeed, even though it was still raining, the roads were probably more practicable.
"I can call a taxi," he said.
"It's not necessary. I offered you a ride," Freed insisted.
"There's your cousin," Laxus pointed out. Freed shrugged.
"Knowing her she'll be in the tub for hours, by the time I get home she'll probably still be there," he said casually. Laxus at that point agreed and got up from the sofa, albeit thanking him. The two boys left the apartment and reached the garage and the car again.
The drive home was long and quiet, but as soon as Freed parked in front of Laxus' house, the blond decided to take a confidence that he had never taken before. He put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed it lightly. At the gesture Freed turned surprised to him with slightly wide eyes. Laxus tried to ignore the blush that was spreading across the boy's face.
"I'm sorry for what you have to go through, and I can't help you. But you're clearly an intelligent and capable man, I'm sure you won't let the track close. And if you need some entertainment in the meantime, I'll be happy to help you," he told him. The blush on Freed's face intensified even more, and Laxus was almost tempted to lean over and kiss him. Almost, because it probably wasn't a great idea to do it right after what the boy told him. He smiled at him and let go of his shoulder, opening the door.
"Thanks," Freed said before he left. Laxus turned to him once more.
"Don't worry," he replied and then greeted him, running to his own building before getting all wet, unaware of the chaos he had caused in Freed's body with those simple sentences.
Freed had been thinking about Laxus' words and his strong grip on the shoulder for days. Every time he did it, he felt a certain agitation in his stomach and a warmth in his face, and each time he struggled to lock those thoughts away before they took a turn for the worse.
He looked down at the newspaper and those thoughts were immediately swept away, while he read the article on the front page. In the end, despite the fact that he called his father, the article came out anyway. If he had expected it, they had just fought on the phone yelling at each other as usual. Freed at one point found himself with the call closed in his face and pissed off he threw the phone at the wall and smashed it. The fact had irritated him even more, and only the thought of Laxus had managed to make him sleep.
But now not even the thought of the blond could calm him down. Nor are the calls with the lawyer or the journalist who published the article. Nothing could calm him down. In the middle of the afternoon, when he was tired from all those bureaucratic chores, he left the office slamming the door behind him. He didn't care about the customers who were queuing at the counter, and he badly told Bickslow to get him a beer.
"Arrive immediately" replied the boy a little worried about his friend.
"Do it to me later. Is the track clear?" Freed asked.
"Uhm... no, there are Mira and Lucy who...".
"Fuck" Freed growled and left the club without listening to the sequel, nervous as ever. He hadn't noticed Laxus' presence, nor the fact that the blond had observed him a little worried. Freed made for the bike. He didn't care who was running around the track, he needed to let off steam and that was the best method he knew.
"Would you like to take a tour around Oak Town?". Freed whirled to Laxus, who had a slight smile on his face.
"Look, I'm not in the mood," Freed said annoyed, immediately regretting the tone he had used. Laxus certainly didn't deserve that treatment, as indeed Bickslow didn't.
"Precisely for this reason I propose it to you. You need to let off steam, right?" Laxus asked. Freed looked at him for a moment in silence, while Laxus took the phone from his pocket and turned it towards him, showing him a photo of some waterfalls in the middle of nature. "There's a nice path and if you like I can take you here" he said. Freed smiled slightly and hesitated for a moment.
"I don't know if I'll be the best of the company," he admitted.
"That's why I'm here. Come on, move your ass," Laxus said taking his helmet. Freed at that point found himself forced to accept. Perhaps it was the best idea. He walked to his bike and climbed on it, while Laxus joined him. "And don't be a dick. Just follow me". Freed smiled and nodded as he adjusted his helmet and exited the Raijinshuu parking lot.
The motorcycle ride had given him more vent than he had thought. Driving along the mountain roads was much more beautiful than running on the track, on that he had to agree with Laxus. It was liberating, and the landscapes were really beautiful. Plus, even though they were standing still at the time because Laxus apparently didn't remember where he was going, it was fun to see the blonde pissed off with Google Maps. Freed leaned on the handlebars of the bike smiling amused.
"Have you lived here for years and got lost?" he teased him lightly.
"I was a kid and I haven't been here for years" Laxus justified himself "And up here the signal doesn't even pick up" he growled a bit irritably, picking up the phone, hoping that something would change. Freed chuckled.
"We can reach Oak Town," he proposed.
"No," Laxus growled. Freed didn't reply and for the moment decided to enjoy the view. Since they were stationary in an open space that was to serve as a parking lot in the middle of the mountain, he could observe the valleys below him and the mountains on the other side. He had never been there but he had to admit it was a nice place.
"Fuck you, phone shit," Laxus snapped and Freed turned to him, noticing how he had given up.
"So?" Freed asked.
"Those waterfalls are buggered in a nowhere to be found place," Laxus muttered irritably. Freed smiled.
"Is there any other place around here to see?" he asked. Laxus gave him a grim look.
"Here there are so many places to see, there's only the embarrassment of choice" he replied as if it were obvious.
"Well, then let's go to one of those, if we don't get lost again," he offered with a smirk.
"Shut up," Laxus grunted. Freed laughed and followed the blond's example when he put his helmet back on. Shortly after he left and Freed followed him back the way they had come. The journey didn't last long, in a few minutes they arrived near a lake. The two motorcyclists stopped, parked and then set off towards the lake shore. As Freed walked his eyes widened ecstatic by the sight. He had to admit, Laxus had taken him to a nice place.
The lake was bordered by trees on one side, while on the other there was a shore with boats and a small farmhouse. The mountains that rose behind the farmhouse were reflected in the clear waters of the lake. He saw some ducks swimming in a point not far from there and for a moment Freed stood looking at the landscape, breathing in the fresh mountain air.
"Nice, huh?" Laxus asked with a smile. Freed folded his lips up and nodded.
"Did you come here often?" he asked him.
"Yes," Laxus said as he walked to the shore side. "In fact, I know everyone, I just hope my grandfather isn't here," he commented. Freed followed him and the two boys walked quietly and calmly until they reached the small pier to which small rowing boats and pedal boats were tied.
"Can you take a ride?" he asked. Laxus nodded.
"Yes, you can also take a bath, if you dare," the blond grinned. Freed raised his eyebrows. He knew for himself that the lake's waters were frozen despite the hot weather.
"I don't have a bathing suit," he replied.
"All apologies," Laxus retorted. Freed shook his head but didn't reply and the two sat down on a bench. For a while they remained silent, until Laxus began to tell him how he had once 'stolen' a pedal boat as a child and left in the middle of the lake, making his grandfather and all his old friends worry. He laughed at the memory and Freed joined him, and Laxus explained how his grandfather had eventually sent a man to retrieve him. A certain Macao, who had followed him on another pedal boat but without being able to reach him before an hour, when Laxus was tired.
"That man has hated me since that time" Laxus laughed and Freed found himself giggling with him.
"He's not all wrong," he smiled. "Why were you running away from him?" he then asked.
"I don't remember," Laxus admitted. "Maybe I had a fight with my grandfather and I wanted to piss him off," he explained shrugging. "Anyway, if you want to go get something safe to eat, we'll meet Macao and Wakaba, and they'll probably tell you how I got them damned as a child."
"Oh, so I'm really curious to go there," Freed smiled.
"I imagined it".
"For the food, of course. Not for you." Freed smiled. Laxus didn't believe him but followed him when Freed decided to reach the farmhouse. The two boys sat outside, and as suspected, Macao and Wakaba were there and greeted him surprised to see him. The two men hadn't changed much, they were flirting with the local waitress, who kept rejecting them politely. Freed and Laxus took two soft drinks, and then spent the rest of the afternoon talking about Laxus' old memories.
Laxus and Freed had stopped talking too long, and they both agreed that it would take too long to go home, so they stopped to sleep in the farmhouse, discovering that they had two free rooms. They had dined together on the porch of the restaurant, and between one beer and another they were melting more and more and the laughter increased for stupid reasons.
"I guess you drank too much," Laxus told Freed, who was tipsier than him and had flushed cheeks and a looser gab.
"I wouldn't say, I drank less than you," he objected.
"Yes, but you hold up even less than me," Laxus noted with a smirk. Freed snorted and grabbed a handful of chips and munched on them, having nothing to argue with. After a moment of reasoning, however, he smiled again.
"I wouldn't say, I don't miss the words. You can't even remember the movie you saw last week," he retorted.
"Bickslow dragged me to see it, and it was shit. I removed it from my mind for this." He defended himself and Freed smiled.
"Nah, you just have a short memory" he laughed and Laxus didn't know why but joined in the laugh. He wasn't drunk, but the alcohol in his body relaxed him. At that point the purple-haired waitress approached them, and she warned them that the bar was closing and if they could go to their rooms. The two boys didn't reply and got up from the table. Freed staggered for a moment and Laxus chuckled at the sight.
"You didn't drink too much, noooo," he said wryly.
"Shut up" Freed muttered as he walked towards the interior of the room and the stairs. He climbed up to them by holding on to the handrail, walking a little crooked. Laxus would have made fun of him if he hadn't been busy staring at his ass. Eh, it was right in front of him. His instinct told him to reach out, and he didn't know how but he managed to stop himself. Maybe walking cleared his head, the fact is that when he got to the first floor, he had a lot of unchaste thoughts that he struggled to hold back.
Freed turned to him, leaning his back against his bedroom door, probably to stand up. At that moment Laxus realized how the boy's eyes were wandering freely around his body. Freed was really into him. Laxus had had the feeling that he was, but the boy had never been so blatant.
He would have kissed him, but despite the alcohol in his body, he forced himself not to. It wasn't the best time, maybe Freed would regret it the next morning. Laxus started to greet him, but before he could say anything Freed moved towards him.
In fact, Laxus had plenty of time to push him away, because Freed put his hands on his chest before rising to his toes, and paused for a moment before their lips collided. He peered into his eyes and, probably seeing that the blonde hadn't moved away, he pushed forward closing the gap between them.
That was enough to drive out all the rationality that was left in Laxus. He felt Freed part his lips and Laxus instinctively did it in turn, immediately making the kiss wet and making their tongues meet. He felt Freed's hand go up under his shirt and Laxus didn't stop him, in response he put his arm around Freed's waist and squeezed it against him. He felt Freed nibble on his lower lip and Laxus let out a groan, lowering another hand, feeling his buttock.
He knew it wasn't the right way to do it, that he should have stopped, but maybe because of the alcohol or maybe because he had wanted to jump on Freed all afternoon, Laxus didn't stop. He let Freed wander his hands where he wanted, and in turn felt free to touch the boy's body.
After a while the two boys separated to catch their breath, and stared at each other for a moment, stunned. Laxus realized that Freed's hand was resting on his back under his shirt, and that Freed's thigh had landed between his legs, pressing on something that was hardening. Laxus's hand was touching Freed's ass directly under his pants, with only the fabric of the boxers separating it from the bare skin.
Fuck was going crazy. The desire to go beyond him was more and more, his heart galloped in his chest and he felt his lips burn, while the excitement continued to grow. Freed reached out and placed his lips on his neck, starting to kiss and suck voraciously. Laxus let out another moan as the urge to go through the door and slam Freed into bed grew out of all proportion.
And that's what he did as soon as Freed broke away from his neck. Laxus removed his hand from Freed's pants and looked for the key, entered the room and after closing the door, dragged Freed onto the bed. He didn't even know how but found himself lying on top of the boy, with Freed's hands lifting his shirt and their lips glued together. He no longer wondered if it was wrong or right, he didn't think about it himself. He let their clothes fly to the floor and soon after their bodies joined in uncontrollable passion.
