One bed, four Raijinshuu. They attempt to sleep all close together, but Laxus has a little problem. It's all Freed's fault. He's the one purposely thrusting up against Laxus' groin, driving him crazy.
Devious and dominant Freed!
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A/N: There was a discussion on Tumblr about this subject, and an anonymous message sparked my Muse's interest. I was compelled to write this.
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Laxus scowled at the four-post bed. "Are you fucking serious?"
Freed looked contrite, although they knew it was no one's fault. "It's all she had. This inn doesn't really get customers."
"One lousy bed?" bellowed Laxus.
The room itself was stately, although decorated in a style that was probably a hundred years old. The bed also looked antique, although the innkeeper promised that the mattress was new. Still, it was one bed, and it was the only room prepared for guests. The innkeeper was ancient, she had retired decades ago, yet to this group willing to pay good money and desperate to escape a squall, she opened this room she kept ready for her grandchildren.
Evergreen put a hand on Laxus' shoulder to calm the Dragon Slayer. "We should be glad to be out of the storm."
Laxus strode away, past the bed and to the window. He did not mind lightning, but he was not fond of getting wet. His drenched coat dripped onto the floor, and his blond hair was plastered against his scowling face. They were in the middle of nowhere when the storm hit without warning. They were truly lucky to find this inn rather than ending up spending the night in a cave or huddled in one of Freed's rune shelters.
"I'm taking the bath first," Evergreen called out.
"I'll find food," offered Freed.
Bickslow dumped the bags. "I'll try to dry out everything."
That left Laxus with nothing to do but glare at the sheets of rain and the occasional lightning bolt.
They got hot showers to clean off mud, dried off, dressed in clean clothes, ate a humble but filling meal, and then it was time for bed. One bed, four people. Laxus and Bickslow were the broadest, so they took the outside, while Freed and Evergreen were smashed in the middle. Both braided back their long hair so they would not wake up with a tangle of brown and green—it happened once before and Freed had no desire to go through that again.
Bickslow zonked out almost instantly. The man could sleep absolutely anywhere. Evergreen had to shift around, but she finally found space between Bickslow and Freed comfortable enough so she could drift off. Freed simply lay there, composed and still, although he doubted he would get much sleep, not with Laxus spooned against him.
