Chapter 4
Shit, fuck, fucking shit, unbelievable, fuck. Fuck!
Gajeel had been there for a month now. Their interaction was the usual. Though, the day before, the two had been attacking each other with pillows, and they'd fallen on each other, much to Gajeel's embarrassment. Laxus laughed, but Gajeel froze, blushing as Laxus held him in his arms while lying on the floor. He would struggle until he was released. He couldn't stop thinking about it. He felt so uneasy.
And he just had a wet dream.
It was dark, quiet. The room was cold. He wasn't in his own room, no. He was in Laxus' room. The blinds were shut and could not be opened; they had no openings. Somehow, he felt as if he couldn't move. He turned towards the door to see the light from the hallway. The bathroom door was shut. The light went out. Laxus entered wearing nothing but a towel-but he wasn't visible from afar. He came closer and removed the towel from his waist, crawling into the bed and over Gajeel. He felt his right cheek, lightly. "Hello, Gajeel."
Gajeel tried to say utter a startled greeting, but he couldn't speak. He just breathed, and he did heavily. Laxus chuckled as he moved down to gently kiss his cheek, over and over, eventually moving to his lips. He let go and looked at Gajeel's eyes. They were wide in surprise and fear, also confusion. But he literally could not object. Laxus leaned in and whispered in his right ear, "You taste good, Gajeel," he giggled quietly, "Can I ask you to hold still?"
Laxus took a finger and moved it, softly, from his lip to his pelvis, tickling him. But he couldn't move. What was happening? What was happening to him?
He sat up in the bed. The rain pounding on the window worsened the headache, and he went to Laxus' room. The two opened the door and ran into each other. "Oi, Gajeel…!"
"A-ah…" Gajeel groaned, holding his head, "You... got any aspirin?"
"...Yeah."
4:00 am. The sun had not touched the dark sky. The moon sat behind a thick blanket of evergoing clouds that rarely reveal the light as it is. It was almost pitch black out, save for the streetlamps and porch lights. Laxus and Gajeel spent the hour in the bathroom, Gajeel holding his head to a wet rag, hiding his reddened face. The bathroom was small. The bath held enough for two-if one wanted to sit on the other that is-and the tiles were white to go with the rest of the apartment. over the tiles, on the walls was a polka-dot wallpaper with black dots and large white space. "You alright?" Laxus said, breaking the silence, but keeping his eyes locked on space.
"...yeah." Gajeel said, forbidding eye contact with his roommate. He could not believe the dream he had. Laxus was over him, touching him, kissing him. He'd whispered in his ear. His right cheek still tingled from the sensation, just the thought of being touched in such a way. Gajeel didn't want to think about it in front of Laxus. He stood, "I'm going to bed."
"Alright," Laxus muttered, still holding his head deep in thought.
"Are you okay?"
"Y-yeah, I'm fine."
He was acting weird again. The rain sounded softer now. He wanted to open the window and let the cold raindrops cool him off in the now hot bedroom. Gajeel, instead, climbed into bed and wrapped himself under the blanket as hot as he may have been. He wanted to conceal himself. He wanted to hide away. He was so confused.
But…
He woke up at 8. The sun has shown it's face, but the clouds were not far. Gajeel opened the window to let in the breeze. He closed his eyes and relaxed in the cool air, resting on the window sill, wanting to fall asleep again. Soon, though, Gajeel left for the bathroom. As he turned on the light, he'd noticed a small green and yellow pill, with a yellow note card, the message written in sloppy, rushed cursive.
"Take one per day. Don't over do it."
-Laxus
Gajeel stood, silent. It was prozac. He got him prozac. Gajeel took the pill and downed it with water, relieved that he'd get to take it again. He first thought he could afford it. Then he thought Laxus wouldn't let him have it. He stared at the running water in the sink. What the hell was Laxus doing to him?
He heard the apartment door open, then close. Lock. Bags being placed on the counter and keys being tossed on the coffee table by the TV. Laxus threw himself on the couch, greeting Gajeel as he slowly exited the bathroom. Laxus turned on the TV, and turned the volume up, high. He was irritated.
Gajeel sat on the other end of the couch, eventually staring at him, and looking away, over and over. They sat in silence for the next hour, watching infomercials, reality tv shows, and cooking channels. Gajeel felt like he would explode. He had to tell him-tell him WHAT!? Gajeel had no idea what was going on, what he was feeling; he felt confused. So, hopelessly, confused. He looked at Laxus again. He was holding his head as if it ached, when really he was just annoyed. Annoyed at what…?
"Laxus?" What the hell was Gajeel doing anymore.
"Mm." Laxus grunted.
"...Are you...okay?"
"...no."
Gajeel turned his body towards him, scooting a bit closer, "What's wrong?"
"...nothing." he lied. Gajeel sighed, quietly.
"Are you...are you sure?"
"Just be quiet."
"...Mmm." Gajeel sighed again, sinking into the couch. They sat for another hour. It was 10am when Laxus stood and headed for the kitchen, grabbing bottles from the fridge and downing one. Gajeel tried not to stare. After 5 bottles, Laxus returned with a case, throwing himself on the couch once more, and handing him a bottle. Slowly, Gajeel took one, examining the label. Beer. He could've sworn he also had vodka and wine, but he never paid close attention. He drank his beer, much slower than Laxus did. He may as well have already been drunk.
Laxus propped his leg up on the couch, his feet very close to touching Gajeel's leg. he blushed. "What...what the hell is wrong with-?"
"Shh."
"..." Gajeel turned back to his beer.
Laxus grabbed Gajeel's beer and snatched it away, downing it as well. "What the fuck!?"
He moved over him and grabbed his wrists, holding them against the edge of the couch. Gajeel was shut up, blushing again and breathing heavily. Laxus grinned, cupping his chin. Gajeel started struggling and screaming, though his screams were muffled as Laxus covered his mouth. He struggled to push him off, but Laxus would not move. Eventually, he'd stopped struggling, and let Laxus drag him to his room.
Gajeel gasped for air, "What...what are you...why-what?"
"Just shut the hell up, I don't wanna talk about it."
Gajeel shakily sat up from the floor until he was grabbed by the collar to the side of Laxus' bed. He started struggling again, trying to escape the room. He didn't know what to do, what was happening? Why him?
He opened his eyes. It was dark and raining outside. Gajeel was on the floor, in his room. He was shaking. He was crying. Was this really how he felt? Was he afraid? Or…
"Are you alright?"
Laxus stepped in the room. The bathroom light was on, lighting the small hallway. Gajeel sniffed, "N-no, I'm fine-!" Gajeel stood, tripping on the blanket and falling on the bed. Laxus pulled him up into the bed and grabbed the blanket.
"No."
He dropped it. "Why not?"
"...It's hot."
"...alright." Laxus rested Gajeel's head on the pillow. "Hey, listen."
"Hm?"
"I uh...ordered some medicine for you. A-and you have to take it in the morning while I'm here, okay?"
"...Okay."
Gajeel was still shaking. He was trembling. Laxus put a hand on his head. It was warm. "Stay in bed today, okay?"
"...why…?"
"You have a fever."
"...oh." Gajeel's eyes fluttered back open. They looked at each other as Laxus stroked his pale cheek. He closed his eyes again. "Please don't stop."
"Okay."
He woke up coughing. It was clear that what happened that time actually happened; he was sick. He felt like shit. Gajeel sat up, groaning, and holding his cheek.
He stopped.
…
Gajeel got out of bed and walked to Laxus' room, holding his head. "Laxus?" he called with a scratchy voice, knocking on the door. "Laxus, I need medicine...Laxus?" He opened the door. Laxus was still in bed. He sighed, shaking him until he woke up.
"Oi, oi, what?" Laxus groaned, waking up, "What are you doing in here?"
"I need medicine."
"...right, okay." He sat up and wiped his face with his hands. Laxus pushed the blanket off himself, and headed for the bathroom. He opened the bathroom door and looked for the medicine. He turned around to Gajeel. "Don't look."
Gajeel turned around. That's right, that did happen...Laxus came back with two pills; one for depression, one for his feverish condition. He handed him a bottle of water. "Go get some rest," Laxus said, lightly pushing Gajeel back to his room, "I'll send Bixlow over later, okay?"
Gajeel didn't say much. Something else must've been wrong, but he didn't want to get too into his business. Laxus stepped into the shower. He held his head, "Unbelievable." he muttered, "How did this...fuck…!"
His face went red as he washed his face for the third time. Laxus couldn't keep his mind off him, off Gajeel. Why is this? He didn't know. He was way too concerned for the kid. He thought of whenever he called Gajeel that. He'd yell, "I'm 21!" until he accepted his real age. He would push him around and Gajeel would squirm in his grasp until he was free. Now he's sick. He felt obligated to stay here and care for him, but why!?
He liked him. That's why.
Unfortunately, work is work, and he couldn't miss today. Today, his grandfather, the bar's original owner, was stopping by to see how his grandson was doing. His grandfather was strict. Smart. The man could sniff out any problem there was. Hopefully, he wouldn't find out about Laxus' roommate and his tendencies to do drugs...and how much he loved him.
He walked out of the shower, drying himself off, and entering his room. Today would be stressful.