I've never been the type to beat around the bush. It's just not my thing. I don't hesitate when I know I want something. When assholes need flaming fists to the face I'm your guy. Someone bugging you? Lemme take care of him for you. Gray's getting a little too cocky? I can take him down a peg or two.
But ask me to go toe to toe with social nuances using a fist full of polite conversation and a side of fire dragon small talk? Hell no.
If someone really wants to torture me that bad just tell Erza I ate the last of her cake or convince juvia I'm some kind of love rival.
It's not that I'm stupid or anything. I just don't see the point. If someone knows what they wanna say, why can't they just say that instead of making a web of carefully chosen words just to hide or dull the truth behind what they're saying.
Over the years I've grown close to Lucy, yeah? She's everything to me. I always figured she'd be by my side until we're old and gray. It's not necessarily that I gave it much thought, she's my best friend, of course she's always going to be here.
At least thats what I thought, right up until I saw her at the park having her face sucked off my some pretty boy schmuck. I stood there stunned, watching from afar.
I knew she went on dates, I never really cared but then again I never really saw any of it happen. Never bothered getting to know the guys she kept company with.
Is that the kind of thing she wants from men?
It's not like I'm completely oblivious. Old gildarts gave us boys the talk in mortifying detail when we came of age but I never really saw much of a point. Sure, I was no stranger to occasionally needing to jerk off but I never saw the point of being with someone else for that process.
What would it feel like if I was kissing Lucy instead of him? If my hands were pulling her closer to me, her large chest pressed against me...
My cheeks flush and an familiar fire pools in my groin. I try my best to shake the image from my head and pull my scarf up just enough for me to hide my blush in the scales.
I turn and quickly head back home, desperately in need of a release.
With a hiss the water shoots out of my shower head and I begin to strip.
The image of Lucy burns itself into my mind. Every part of her laid on a bed in my mind, just for me. Her beautiful brown eyes stare up at me. It's like she's setting my skin on fire and for the first time ever I'm the one being consumed by the ruby flames.
I'm almost painfully hard and I still cant shake the thought of her moaning my name. The feel of her supple skin.
I step into the scalding hot water, letting it drip down my body. The warmth eases the tension in my body.
I place one hand on the tile and wrap the other around my dick. Pleasure shoots up through the base of my spine at even the slightest movement. I'm overwhelmed by the feel of it, the image in my mind of her hands touching me instead of mine.
The ghost of her hands move in tandem with mine as I jerk myself off. Slow and steady motions drive me wild. My toes curl and my breath pants under the stream of hot water.
Her touch haunts me, sparks an all consuming fire that I can't escape. It steals my breath as I moan her name. I need her, I might not survive without her.
My grip tightens, I need more. I have to have more. Greed works it's way into me as her fire threatens to destroy me.
My movements become jagged and hasty. I've lost patience with my steady pace. I want to be consumed by her. Let her flames of pleasure pull me under.
I choke out her name as I spill my seed. My legs buckle underneath me and I lean against the wall for stability.
As my passion sinks down the drain of my shower I'm left with one realization.
Being alone will never be enough now that I want her.