Catch the Thunder

Ride Atop the Storm

Freed's heart began to pound. They were really going to do this. And record it! And later, some time down the road, watch it. Watch him giving Laxus pleasure. Watch him topping.

Crap!

It was both an incredibly erotic idea, and extremely humiliating. Every action he did would be recorded and probably analyzed by Laxus. Everything he said and did, they would see it again.

He wanted it, and he trembled at the pressure to make this perfect.

Freed rung his hands in nervousness. They were going to do this! First, he had to get what they needed. Lube, definitely. He walked stiffly over to the nightstand. Everything had been put away after their wild reunion two nights ago. Freed did not remember cleaning up anything, so he guessed it had been Laxus. While he was at the hospital with Bickslow, Laxus must have taken it upon himself to clean up the mess.

That ... was rather sweet.

He pulled open a drawer, and sure enough there was a bottle of lube, as well as tissues and a black box. His wanking supplies, all organized.

"Uh, do you want me to use a condom?" he asked, holding up the box filled with slightly fewer than a dozen square packages.

"If you want," Laxus shrugged, trying to find the tripod to his camera.

"Well ... i-i-it, um..." He laughed awkwardly. There really was no polite way to phrase it. "It makes cleaning up afterward easier." Maybe Laxus would not like the sensation of cum dripping out of his ass. Condoms made things less messy.

"Do you prefer it when I use one?"

Freed looked down at the box. They had bought it some time before Laxus left for Greece. It had been hastily ripped open one wild night. Of the dozen originally in there, now there were nine. Then Laxus took off, and the box remained untouched. When he moved, he packed the box of condoms with hopes that Laxus would come back, and eventually they would go through this whole box.

"Well, it depends," he replied awkwardly, thumbing through the square packages with heat in his cheeks. "S-sometimes ... um, sometimes ... I want to feel you ... a-and sometimes, cleaning up afterwards is really a pain."

"All right." Laxus finished getting the camera into place, walked over, and took Freed's flushed cheek into his large hand. Those turquoise eyes with their thick lashes gazed up in admiration and intimidation. "This time," he whispered lovingly, softly stroking Freed's face, "just you." Then a smirk tweaked up on his lips. "We'll bareback it!"

Freed felt like his heart just might explode!

"And next time, we'll try you sheathed, and I'll tell you which one I like."

Next ... time? Next time! Laxus wanted to do this more than once! Laxus wanted to try it again. With Freed on top!

"O-okay," he said breathlessly. This wasn't just some crazy whim. Laxus would let him do it again.

His brow tensed. "Are you okay with this?" he asked worriedly.

Freed stuttered, "Y-y-yeah! Yeah, that ... definitely."

Laxus nodded, glad they were figuring this out together. He pressed on the camera, taking a quick look to see that it was angled to the bed. He started up the video and prayed the camera had enough memory to capture this. Then he sat on the bed and looked at Freed. Those eyes were still on him, focused yet dazed in a world of his own.

Finally, Laxus snapped, "Are you just gonna stand there?"

"Oh! Um ... r-right ... uh ... s-so we don't need these." He clumsily put the box back in the drawer. "So, some lube." That was already set next to the alarm clock. He looked at the drawer and a large box with some of their bedroom supplies. As he pulled up the lid, he saw some of the sex toys they had gotten over the months together. "You didn't want any ... um ... y'know..."