Catch the Thunder

Hear Your Voice

A/N: People liked my phone sex fic "Audio Without Visual" for Fraxus Love Fest, so this is similar but with a CTT twist.

Miles and miles away,
The only thing I can say
Is I miss you.
I hear you on the phone.
It makes me feel so all alone.
Ooh, I want to kiss you.
— Allen Kemp, "Every Time I Hear Your Voice"

Audio drama: http://chirb.it/Jnqa2c

Freed stepped through the door to his condo and locked it behind him. He gave a loud sigh, already knowing it was going to be a long, boring night. Laxus was gone. Freed realized he had not even asked how he was getting to the estate meeting, considering Laxus could not drive. He assumed the person lived relatively close, so maybe he made it by taxi.

He began to wonder about it. Who amongst the city's elite had died? He could probably call his father and ask, see if some business mogul or politician recently passed away. However, he had no reasons to ask such a strange question, and bringing up Laxus to his father was throwing a live grenade at a dog eager to play fetch.

He wondered for a moment: had his father also written Laxus into his will? It was an odd thing to do, making some dominant you hired at a strip club a beneficiary. Maybe whoever this old man was, he did not have family. Maybe it was one final deliverance of hush money so his reputation would not be tarnished after death. Freed had many questions and no way to answer them.

He undid his shoes and opened the entryway closet to hang up his coat. Inside the closet was a note and the collar. The note had only two words, scrawled in Laxus' messy handwriting:

Wear it!

Freed blinked in surprise, but then he smiled fondly. Laxus knew his routine, knew that the first thing Freed did upon coming home was to remove his shoes and hang up his coat. He took the collar off a hook and caressed the leather. Laxus had picked the black collar, their first collar. Although he had a white one now as well, it was new and bought for his angel costume for the club. This collar ... it was special. Their first!

He loosened his dress shirt and pulled his tie off. Then he strapped the collar on and looked in the hall mirror by the door. It looked so bizarre, still in work clothes but wearing this kinky bit of bondage. The juxtaposition made Freed blush. Laxus wanted him as his slave, even when he was not home.

"You know I'm always yours, silly," he said to himself. He looked down to the promise ring and touched the silver band. Inside the band was etched the words Only You, Greenie. Knowing Laxus was wearing his ring gave him confidence. Laxus would only be gone for a day or two. He was coming right back.

He continued on to the bedroom, and on the door was another note stuck on with tape. He chuckled to himself as he pulled the note down. Was this a game?

Get naked. Don't wear anything for the rest of the night.

Freed laughed that Laxus was trying to order him around and humiliate him even when he was not home. He got into the bedroom, stripped, and opened his underwear drawer to change into some boxers for the evening. Maybe Laxus wanted him naked, but he could at least wear underwear. However, inside the drawer was yet another note.

I said don't wear anything and I mean it. Now, take a picture of yourself nude and send it to my phone. I want to see you wearing my collar.

Freed chuckled as he shook his head. Laxus somehow knew, eh? He wondered just how many messages were left around the house, little orders for Freed to find and follow. He picked up his phone and positioned himself in front of the closet mirror, trying to look sexy for Laxus. He snapped the nude selfie and giggled. That was the first time he had ever taken a nudie, and it felt so naughty. He texted it to Laxus, wondering where he would be when he got such a risqué photo. Hopefully not in public, like in a restaurant!