Sorry about the last chapter; time for something fun!
The smirk that greeted Gajeel that morning at the guild sent shivers down his spine. He was in trouble, and everyone knew it when Laxus plopped the paper bag down in front of him.
"Ye lost the bet, now you gotta face the music," he laughed, pointing at the iron dragon slayer. Gajeel growled, shrinking back from the bag. He hated it when his quotes were thrown back in his face, especially when he was the fool that was laughed at. He could only thank his lucky stars that Levy wasn't around to witness this humiliation.
"And remember, Gajeel," Laxus continued, grinning even wider than before. "You have to wear it in public, for everyone to see. That includes your little girlfriend."
Gajeel decided that Laxus was quite possibly the evilest man on the planet. Even Makarov was nodding in agreement; there was no way out. Even the other guys were grinning evilly at him, snickering at the man.
"Son of a bitch," he groaned.
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"Ahhhhhhh, the sun feels so great today!" Levy yawned, stretching her arms over her head. She and the girls had decided to take a short visit to the beach for a mini vacation before taking the next job, figuring they could use the peace and quiet to relax.
At least that was the plan.
A commotion drew their attention, and Levy nearly stopped breathing, her jaw dropping from shock.
Laxus and other men from the guild were cheering as a blushing Gajeel was screaming at them, stripping his pants off at the same time. Levy thought that he was completely nude at first, but noooooo. He was wearing a horribly bright green and pink speedo, possibly the most garish thing she'd ever seen. It was incredibly tight on him too, the fabric stretching tight across his ass, almost crawling into his crack.
'Ooohhh what even' her mind screamed, her hands slapping her face in effort to block out the scene. She peeped through her fingers however, as Juvia and Lucy screamed in hysterics. He had heard them, and turned to face them, his blush reaching from his collarbone to his hairline. The speedo was nuclear orange in the front, and did nothing to hide his cock. In fact, it was emphasized thanks to the size and brilliancy of the fabric. Levy's eyes locked on and didn't move as he swung around and ran into the ocean. She heard herself squealing as she watched his ass bounce as it was engulfed by the water.
As soon as she could think again, she looked up to find most of the guys rolling over in the sand, laughing their asses off. Even the girls next to her were laughing, and she felt a pang of guilt. This wasn't normal for Gajeel, his only flamboyancy was on how well (or badly) he sang. He must've lost a bet or something, she though, biting her lip. Quickly she scoured the beach for the shorts she saw him wearing before stripping.
Spotting the discarded clothing she leapt up and raced for them, then made a beeline for the water, scanning the waves to locate him.
"Oi, oi! What are you doing?" yelled Natsu, noticing what she was doing. Trust the bookworm to help the slayer no matter what, even if a prank was involved. He and the others rushed after her, not ready for the joke to end yet.
She jumped as soon as she noticed that she was being chased, rushing into the waves and calling for Gajeel. She dove just as they were reaching her, avoiding them just in time. She swam ahead of them, tightly gripping the shorts in one hand as she surfaced, gasping as she looked around. The others were still following her, and she dove again, swimming underneath them as she tried to find Gajeel.
She started when she felt a large hand on her arm, and she gulped a lungful of water before she felt herself being pulled up. Coughing and sputtering, she fought the tight grip, trying to free herself.
"Oi, shrimp, slow down!" She opened her eyes to find herself facing the object of her search. Wheezing, she shoved the shorts in his face, blushing madly. The image of his swinging junk and bouncing posterior was forever seared into her mind, and now that she was this close to him, she wasn't sure if her mind or heart could take it.
'H-here! P-put that on fast," she sputtered, unable to meet his eyes. She instead whirled her head around to see if she was still being chased, only to find that during her last dive the girls had come to her rescue, with Erza in the lead. Thus, they were the only ones in the water at the moment, giving them a little bit of space.
Gajeel stared at her for a second, then pulled the offending fabric off before slipping on his normal shorts. He leaned back a little to throw the speedo further out into the ocean, resulting in a squeak from the blushing girl in front of him. Surprised, he dangled it in front of her, smirking as she squeaked again and hid her face.
"What, you want this then?" he chuckled, plopping it on her head. She squealed, flapping her arms over her head and flinging the colorful material away. She pouted, glaring at him as he roared with laughter.
"You asshole, I got your shorts for you and this is the thanks I get?" she turned, her face burning as she moved to swim back to the shore. She didn't get very far before his strong arms gently wrapped around her and pulled her close, her bare back meeting his warm chest. Looking back at him in surprise, she saw that he was blushing, but he had stopped laughing.
"Just teasin ya, shorty," he muttered, then stared at her straight in the eyes. "But seriously though, you saved my ass again." He leaned over her, smiling slightly as her heart stuttered again, this time for a different reason. She gripped his arms, blushing at how near his lips were brushing hers. She sighed, quirking her eyebrows at him.
"Next time you make a stupid bet, save the weird shit for the bedroom," she muttered, picturing the possibilities. She didn't even mind when Gajeel burst out laughing again, hugging her close as the crowd called for them from the beach. But for sure she had plenty to tease him about now too.