And here's another solo smut for you pervy-minded freaks. Don't take the name as a bad thing. We're all pervy-minded freaks here. You're in good company. lol

This one's from me. Hope you enjoy! Also, there's a little tip of the hat to Nicole4211's story AOG in it. Let me know if you see what I'm talking about. lol

Hiro Mashima owns Fairy Tail.

LYON LOVES HIS LOG

Damn it was hot. Like hot enough to fry an egg on the sidewalk hot, and if there was one thing Lyon hated, it was being hot. His body dripped with sweat, and no amount of stripping seemed to help. He was already down to his boxers, and still, it was too much.

A groan burst from his mouth. He was miserable. It had to be at least 110. Then again, with his ice magic and propensity for cooler temperatures, it could very well be only 80 and he was just overreacting. But he couldn't help that! He was an ice mage, born and bred for winter-like temperatures. He just wasn't cut out for this kind of heat.

And of course, he just had to be outside on a day like this. His guild couldn't have planned a beach outing for another day? One with maybe a temperature below sweltering?! Oh no...they just had to pick the one day that would could have given Natsu a run for his money.

And who'd ever heard of the beach having no breeze? Would it have killed the cosmos to whip up a little wind?

He sighed for what seemed the fiftieth time that day before an idea shot into his mind. Maybe the water would be colder! Hopping to his feet, he raced across the sand, cursing when his toes began to burn. He didn't care if he looked ridiculous. He was desperate for relief.

Within moments, he was jumping in the surf of the small channel they'd occupied. Immediately, he let himself dropping, his body sinking until only his head and neck were showing. He moaned happily as the water drifted along his skin, bringing his temperature down marginally.

It wasn't perfect, not a cure-all by any stretch of the imagination, but it helped. He just wished it was about 15 degrees colder. Then he'd be in heaven.

A splash drew his attention away from his discomfort, and he looked up to find a short, pink-haired woman frolicking in the waves. He'd never seen her before. At least, he didn't think he had. He felt certain he'd have remembered her with that trim waist and her overflowing bosom. The woman was a knockout.

His lips curved as she bounced around, her breasts bobbing with her every moment, and Lyon could feel his body begin to respond. Damn, she was a looker, and that smile. He wondered who she was, where she'd come from, but before he could even think about rising to introduce himself, someone called out to her.

"Hey Meredy, can you come here for a second?"

The stunning girl spun around with a grin, then called back, "Okay!"

She was gone only moments later, but her image was still firmly entrenched in his mind, stirring his body in ways he hadn't anticipated. All of a sudden, he was hot again, and hard as a rock. Somehow, that one glimpse of her had fired up his blood.

His hand itched with the need to touch himself, and taking a quick look around, he found no one paying him any mind. So, why not?

He slipped lower in the water, guiding his hand down to the waistband of his boxers, and before he could change his mind, he reached in and took hold of himself. His shaft was thick with need, and he hissed as his hand moved along its length.

Still, he was too hot. His skin prickled at the uncomfortable temperature, and he growled his annoyance. Even jacking off wasn't going to be fun. Unless...

Mouth curling, he took another look around and activated his magic. Not finding a soul watching, Lyon let his gaze drop back down to his hand and concentrated on forming a think barrier around each of his fingers, coating each digit with his ice. His flexed his hand, ensuring the ice would hold and not limit his movement, and then, satisfied that he'd done it just right, he wrapped his hand around his cock.

A happy moan slid from his throat at the cool sensation. It was incredible, both stimulating and chilling at the same time. He'd never tried this before, using his magic to bring himself pleasure, but he had to admit, he liked it...a lot.

He continued to move in a slow, deliberate pace, stroking from base to tip over and over again. He pictured that woman in his mind, that Meredy. He closed his eyes and envisioned her as she'd been minutes before, splashing and jiggling her impressive goodies all over the place, and before long, he was tugging harder on his cock.

His breathing came in short bursts until he was all but panting, and still, he thought of her. He imagined her standing in front of him, watching him hungrily as he fucked his hand, and then dropping to her knees before him, reaching for him.

It was too much, the picture too vivid in his mind, and all at once, he came, his mouth falling open as he spurt his seed into the water. He shuddered as he pumped his length free of his release, and then as the pleasure abated, he opened his eyes.

A sharp gasp flew from his mouth. "Meredy?" Was she really standing there or was this another of his erotic imaginings?

But the girl's eyes were wide, and then she blinked, seemingly coming back to herself. She blushed and turned her face aside. "I-I'm sorry. Do you know me?"

Lyon grinned at her pink cheeks. This was no vision conjured up by his raging libido. This was the real thing, and he'd be damned if he let her slip away again. "Not yet, I don't. But it seems like you've taken some time to study me," he teased, tucking his cock back into his shorts and standing to his feet.

Another flush worked its way across her face, and she shook her head. "I didn't mean to...to spy or anything. I mean, you were just right there and I...I just...um..."

Lyon laughed as he moved closer, then reached out and tipped her face up to look at him. "I didn't mind that a bit. In fact," he mused, his voice turning husky as she hesitantly licked her lips. "That's what I was imagining you doing anyway."