Catch the Thunder

Morning Preparations

Laxus was having a hell of a dream. He and Freed were on a tropical beach. A warm breeze stirred the serene air, glittering waves crashed at his toes, and Freed was slowly, deliciously, sucking him off. Laxus did not even look down. He knew the feel of that hair, the silkiness of the strands, the bits on top that stuck out no matter what, and even the mouth was familiar by now. Freed's blow jobs were always so slow, methodical, and all-encompassing. He did not just thrust a dick into his mouth. He savored every vein and fold, diligently hitting every nerve that drove Laxus insane.

He moaned his lover's name while gazing up at the blue sky and swaying palm trees. It felt so good, so damn good!

Too good. Too good to be a mere dream.

Laxus jolted, and he realized there really was a mouth on him. Beyond the curtains, the morning sky was changing from pink to gold. How the hell did this rich boy wake up so early?

"Freed!" he cried out in a dry, groggy croak.

Turquoise eyes looked up from his groin. Those long eyelashes batted, the lips were stretched around Laxus' cock, and his cheeks were flushed with excitement. Slowly, Freed pulled back until cold air hit Laxus' inflamed skin.

"Sorry," he whispered, but he did not stop. He kissed the top of the head, then licked down. He pecked kisses from balls to tip while Laxus tensed up and moaned.

"God!" he hissed. He felt Freed sucking gently around the edge, letting his lips drag over the turgid skin. "How long have you been doing that?"

The shrug he gave did not interrupt his tasty meal. "Not long." He sucked on just the head again, languidly pulling it in and out of his mouth.

Laxus groaned, loving the sensuality, and then laughed wearily. "Little bitch," he whispered, although there was no anger, only deep love. "Come o-..." His words were cut off when Freed thrust down and Laxus felt himself hit the soft back of Freed's throat. For a moment, Laxus almost lost himself. "Come on," he sighed. "Let me wake up."

Freed hummed sensually and slowly pulled back until his mouth popped off. "I think you're awake," he teased, and he continued to bob his head up and down the shaft.

"No, I'm not. God, must be dreaming," Laxus moaned. "Ugh! S-s-seriously, I..."

He could not even speak straight, not with Freed devouring him so eagerly. Damn, this angel would be the end of him! He was not stopping at all, and Laxus was too sleepy to think. If this kept on, he would be spent and tired and probably sleep until noon.

"Freed!" he warned. "Come on. Hey!" He reached down and grabbed the side of Freed's head to stop him. Freed pulled up with sad eyes. "Hey," Laxus smiled warmly. "I like it, but..." He gave a sigh as he felt the blood swelled within his member tingling, yet he was too tired to full enjoy this. "I need coffee or ... or something to wake me up."

Freed felt a sting of disappointment. He had woken up so aroused by sensual dreams, he just really wanted to suck on Laxus until he woke up. However, if Laxus said no, he had to obey. That was what a beloved slave did, after all: please their master but always obey.

"All right," he said with a sigh as he sat up on the mattress.

Laxus collapsed back onto the pillow and exhaled as he tried to convince his cock that it was not time yet. The pristine conditions of this condo were still odd to him. No cracks in the plaster, no peeling wallpaper, no spiderwebs in corners. It was like being in a hotel, almost unreal. He looked over to Freed instead. He was real, and solid, and goddammit sexy as fuck! He sat in a contrite posture, as if he had been reprimanded and was awaiting punishment. As tempting as it was to scold and spank him for waking him up, Laxus could only smile, glad to know Freed loved him this much. It was not always just him ordering Freed around. He wanted this.