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“This is embarrassing.” Laxus grumbles, a slight flush on his cheeks.
“I think you look quite handsome, actually.” Freed hums, inspecting the several bands and bracelets on both of Laxus’ arms.
“I look like some wannabe rock star.” Laxus says he doesn’t pout ever but Freed knows a pout. Truly, Laxus looks cute. Silver statement rings on every finger with his ring left bare, a single statement choker on his neck and a sleeveless top with rips and holes. Freed had outdone himself.
Now all Laxus needed was an eyebrow piercing and ability to sing. He’d missed his calling.
“Oh… I thought you looked so sexy…” Freed pretends to look at the ground, dejected.
“Don’t do that.” Laxus grumbles, the warmth of his hand on Freed’s chin is contrasted by cold metal.
“Do what?” Freed lays his cheek on his palm, his usual faux innocent smile on his face. Laxus is blushing, looking at Freed’s ear instead of his face. He was so easy to tease.
“Don’t make me feel bad.” He sighs, eyes looking back at Freed and pinching his cheek in reprimand.
“I’m so sorry… it’s not very punk of me.” Laxus rolls his eyes.
“How long do I have to wear this shit for?”
“Well….” They wouldn’t be here if Freed was too shy to get the things he wanted.
“I was hoping this rockstar could take me for a movie… then maybe dinner?” He places his hand over Laxus’ on his face, putting his sweetest expression on. Freed would bat his eyelashes if he knew how.
“Does Freed know this rockstar is broke?” It was always money with this guy.
Freed pulls out his credit card, sliding it gently into the pocket of his cargo pants.
“Rockstars are never broke.” Freed kisses Laxus palm, grinning when he sighs. Freed wins!
He makes Laxus wait in the living room while he puts on his outfit, still too shy to have the blond’s eyes on him as he changes.
A leather mini skirt with a red corset with black lace detailing, a chunky necklace and a cropped black denim jacket. He’d worn tights, sheer with intentional tears and platform boots. Freed was almost shy to look at himself in the mirror.
Wasn’t it weird for someone his age to enjoy this? To enjoy dressing up and kissing in movie theatres and flirting and burgers and fries.
Laxus made him giddy, made him want to try new things and old things at the same time. He tied his hair in a high ponytail, eyes lined with ink and a dark red lipstick on his face. He hoped Laxus thought he looked pretty.
…Freed had bought everything for tonight on a whim. He’d thought ‘what if Laxus and I met at a punk gig together?’ And it had made him blush and sigh for so long that he’d gotten nothing done.
Freed felt pretty. He liked the way his waist looked in the corset, and the way his hips looked in the skirt. He tried not to think about his thighs, or how his stomach would probably put a dent in his pretty silhouette once dinner and popcorn were in his stomach. He wanted this to be… special, kind of.
“Freed, we have to go soon.” Laxus gently knocks on Freed’s door, his voice gruff but soft in the way it had been lately when he talked to Freed.
“I’m coming!” Freed’s voice shakes. It’s easy to wear this in his house– but outside? What if someone sees.
He stands in the mirror, eyeing himself from every angle. He feels slightly worse as he does it, does his ass always look that flat from the side? And his fat is peaking out of the bottom of the corset when he exhales sometimes. And now that he thinks about it, his chest really is flat right now- Freed exhales.
“Freed, cmon.” Freed is making Laxus carry all their stuff in a black crossbody bag. It matches his outfit.
Freed grabs his red lipstick for top ups, and quickly swipes mascara on for courage before finally walking to his bedroom door.
“Freed–” Freed opens the door, he stumbles slightly when he notices how close Laxus is.
They’re so much closer in height this way. Freed can see the faint freckles on his skin, the smudge of eyeliner pencil he’d put in a stroke of inspiration. Laxus was silent, eyes raking over Freed’s outfit.
“We can have a movie and dinner here yknow… where I can explore that outfit of yours a little more.” His voice is rough, ears pink as he keeps staring.
“How do I look?” Freed does an awkward little turn, holding his hands behind his back to distract himself from how exposed he feels.
“You look so fucking sexy.” Laxus groans, his hands hovering over Freed’s hips before pulling him in. “Seriously. How am I supposed to focus when you look like this?”
“You look sexy too.” Freed mumbles, sliding a hand around his neck and feeling a thrill at how close they are like this.
Freed could just- he looks up, Laxus’ face inches from his. They could kiss, just like this.
Before Freed can consider it, an alarm goes off and he sighs, stepping back. Laxus’ hand is still on his hip.
“Right this way, baby.” Laxus winks at Freed, helping them both down the stairs and into the car.
Laxus drives the thing like he’s owned it forever, and it should be less hot to Freed than it is. Isn’t this why Cana divorced her husband? Because he didn’t have his own stuff.
Oh well, Freed didn’t really care. He likes giving Laxus things, he liked a lot about the way they did things.
They get to the theatre, and Freed realises just how tall he and Laxus are compared to normal people. He’s never seen this many backs of people’s heads in his life, Laxus had a possessive arm over his waist as they walked, his hand gripping at Freed’s lower stomach.
His hands are always so warm, it’s distracting.
The movie is bad, and Freed is disappointed because it was horror and he thought it would be fun to have an excuse to cuddle into Laxus’ chest for protection. He always feels too shy to do cutesy things like that when they’re at home.
Laxus decides for him, lifting up the arm rest and pulling Freed in until his head is resting just above his chest, Laxus’ own arm stroking maddeningly at the point where Freed’s skirt begins and thigh ends.
They don’t kiss, Freed’s too warm and bubbly to want to move his head, and his leg feels so sensitive in the spot that Laxus tortures it in– it feels like his entire body is tingling.
“That was garbage.” Laxus says when they exit, Freed is enforcing boundaries by holding his hand, his waist and thigh are so sensitive that he knows he’d jolt at the slightest touch.
“It wasn’t all bad.” Freed swings their hands between them. Laxus is holding his jacket, because Freed felt like he was starting to burn to death being cuddled against someone so warm.
“Hmm.” Laxus looks down at Freed, and Freed feels butterflies. He’s so handsome. Someone should call a cardiologist, fluctuations in heartbeat were bad news at his age. “What’s the main character's name?” Oh no.
“…Sarah-Lynn?” Freed usually remembers, but he hadn’t cared this time. Laxus was all he could think about- his massive hands, his cologne that he wore once every hundred years, his stony blue eyes and the deep rumble of his voice. He was surrounded by him and he couldn’t think. Freed didn’t really want to examine what his feelings meant.
“Mackenzie.” Right.
“That was my next guess.” Freed is hit with a gust of cold air so strong he’s sure he’s pushed a few steps back.
Laxus lets go of his hand, helping Freed wear his jacket like he’s a toddler.
“You’re so predictable sometimes.” Laxus hums, pinching Freed’s cheek again before doing the unthinkable– he presses a soft kiss to Freed’s forehead. It's so fleeting that Freed thinks it might be a spirit, or a gust of wind, but the dusting of pink on Laxus’ cheeks and the way he looks away right after tell it all.
This was turning out to be a perfect night after all.
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“God is this what pregnancy feels like?” Freed moans in pain as he leans back in his chair.
“How would I know?” Laxus looks fine, maybe a little drowsy.
“How can you eat that much and be fine.” Freed’s appetite was fine, nothing magnificent but he certainly could handle his food. But the portions at this place were intense.
“Well I’m not tiny, to start.” Laxus says immediately “you probably needed the nutrients.” He’s so full of shit, if anything, Freed should be investing in the gym, or some speed walking.
“I should be on a diet.” He pouts, pinching the soft bits of skin now poking out from under his corset.
“Mmm, you should eat more. Sometimes I hear your bones rattle when you go up the stairs.” Laxus grins at the annoyed look on Freed’s face.
“Shut up. You probably go to the gym nine times a week and eat raccoons for breakfast.” Freed adjusts himself, trying to find a way for the corset not to press too hard into his bloated stomach.
“Actually I eat baby deer, much more nutritious.” Why is Freed into this idiot?
“Ugh whatever. Just carry me back to the car.” Freed sighs, eyeing what’s left of his milkshake and deciding it’s not worth it.
“Whatever you say, your majesty.” Laxus says it solemnly before standing up.
“…what are you doing?” Freed doesn’t like the glint in his eye.
“Your wish is my command, your majesty.” Freed scooches further into the booth, not wanting whatever trouble Laxus is up to.
Before he can escape, a broad hand is sliding under his thigh, another placing Freed’s arm around his neck before he’s pulled into Laxus arms.
“W-what! Laxus put me down.” Said blonde ignored Freed, adjusting him slightly before marching out of the restaurant, luckily it’s just them and the staff left. Freed couldn’t handle the embarrassment of regular people seeing him get carried around.
“Is her majesty comfortable? Shall I give her a massage when we return to the palace?” Freed blushes, the feminine pronouns feeling so nice when he’s dressed like this.
“Her majesty… wants to walk.” Laxus doesn’t stop even for a second, heading straight to their car.
“Request denied, her majesty might trip and fall into a dastardly stone! Or be kidnapped by the winds of doom.” Laxus was grinning, his arms flexing slightly as he walks the short distance to the car.
“Will this knight please grant her majesty this one thing? She wants to experience the world.” Laxus sighs dramatically.
“But, my liege, you are my world.” Laxus kisses Freed’s forehead again, longer and more sure of himself than the last one. Freed feels that familiar flutter in his stomach and all of a sudden he doesn’t want this little thing to end.
“Laxus, put me down.” His voice is airy, almost dazed.
Laxus sets him on the ground so gently, hands caressing his skin one last time before letting go, and Freed notices where they are.
Under the golden light of a street lamp, the moon and stars watching them, Laxus in his punk outfit and pink cheeks and dazzling eyes. He’s smiling. He says he’s not a happy person, but he smiles when he’s with Freed.
Freed wants to taste his smile.
He places his arms around Laxus’ neck, dragging him in close, feeling his warmth and the scent of strawberry and his shampoo.
Hands crawl around Freed’s waist, Laxus squeezing his thumbs in the middle, every tiny bit of exposed skin on Freed’s body lit up with goosebumps- this is perfect. Perfect.
Freed doesn’t have to go on his toes this time.
Laxus’ lips are so soft. Freed can’t decide between touching them to his own or sinking in his teeth and seeing how long it takes for him to bleed. The kiss is gentle, sparkles travelling through Freed’s stomach like bubbles, strawberry on his lips and a warmth so wholesome it burns.
He lets Laxus coax his lips slightly open, deepening the kiss as his hands drag Freed so close he has to pull Laxus down to keep up. Their tongues stroke against each other and it’s fire, their lips pull apart and the air between them is fireworks.
When they finally pull apart, Freed is on his toes, hands tangled in blonde hair, Laxus’ arms are winded around his waist.
“Did that satisfy, my liege?” Freed can’t stop the smile from stretching across his face. He feels so light and giddy he could float away, Laxus’ arms are the only thing keeping him on Earth.
He notices a smudge of red on Laxus’ lips.
He can’t help but pull him back in for some more.