Catch the Thunder

Like No Tomorrow

Laxus stumbled off a bus, pale and sweaty.

"Sir, your bag!" the driver shouted.

Damn, he did not want to go back onto that metal tube of horror! Luckily someone brought the bag up front to him, Laxus muttered a thanks as he took it, and he collapsed onto the bus stop bench with his head dropped between his knees. The bus driver shook his head, shut the door, and pulled off back into traffic.

Somehow, Laxus had managed not to throw up the whole journey, not in the taxi that took him from the mansion, nor the train ride back into town, nor the bus with its frequent stops and starts. He did not want to be sick and shaky when he got home.

He checked his watch. It was a little after six. Freed would be home by now. The condo was not that far away, but Laxus knew he wanted to stay in tonight. Hell, he wanted to fuck Freed without end! Fuck him not just until morning, but through the next two days, nonstop! However, as he felt now, weak and sick and hungry from the long ride, he wouldn't last a quickie without fainting.

He shouldered his bag and went to a café oddly named The Snake Pit. He and Freed had eaten here a few times since it was close, and they now knew the couple who ran it, a sweet girl named Kinana and her shady boyfriend/partner/whatever named Erik, whom everyone called Cobra. He was quiet, but he cooked some amazing food, while Kinana was the one who served people and stayed social. Laxus decided to eat a light dinner here, guzzling three cups of coffee while he was at it to chase away the haze of all the alcohol he had earlier that afternoon.

While he was finishing a burger and chips, a young woman strode in wearing an angel costume. She chastised Cobra for not being ready for a party they had apparently planned to attend later. Laxus realized he was the only person in the café, and they had probably planned to close early. He shoved the rest of the food in his mouth, gulped it down with the coffee, and laid money on the table.

"That'll cover the bill. Thanks for the grub, Cobra," he hollered, waving as he left.

Kinana hurried to clean the table with Angel tapping her foot impatiently. She gasped when she saw the money. Although Laxus had only ordered a burger and coffee, he left a fifty dollar bill on the table.

"I knew those two were rich," Cobra grumbled.

Laxus checked his watch again. He still had ten minutes, so he began a relaxed walk to the condo.

How was he going to handle this? He had plans yesterday, wild and naughty schemes. That dream about his father messed him up, though. Part of him honestly did not want sex. He wanted to grab Freed, hold him on the couch all night watching whatever crap was on TV, and just be with him. However, he knew Freed has needs. He had a bad day from the sound of things.

Besides, it wasn't like he didn't want sex. He knew as soon as he saw Freed naked and submissive, he would not be able to hold back.

He just felt ... different today.

He honestly did not know how to balance things in his life at that moment. He normally liked to plan a scene for them beforehand, but he figured today he would wing it. He would see how Freed felt, what he needed, and figure out how he felt when the moment arrived. Holding Freed just might banish all this darkness in his heart.

He went into the condo building and nodded to the bored security officer guarding the entrance. He remembered the first time he went into this place, where you needed a key card just to open the front door, and the guard would stop new visitors. How the hell did that guy know absolutely everyone in this big-ass complex? Laxus had never lived in an apartment with security. Hell, his last place did not even have a maintenance man, the landlord did minor repairs himself. It made Laxus realize just how posh this place was, a completely different world from what he had grown up in.