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jemmahazelnut · 2 years ago

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Four Rules

Summary: Freed and Bickslow are friends with benefits, and to avoid ruining their friendship Freed has established four simple rules. Bickslow hates them all.

Link: Ao3

Notes: I wrote this for an anon. Sorry for the super late, I’ve had a bit of difficulty writing lately.

Four Rules

Freed had set four rules when they started. No kisses, no cuddles, no sex on missions, and most of all, never stop and sleep after having sex.

Just four simple rules, but Bickslow hated them all. He knew that he couldn’t break them, nor that he could demand to eliminate them, and he knew that Freed had chosen them for a reason. He had talked about something to do with the chemistry of human emotions, and how not respecting them would cause a romantic attachment on the part of one of them, which would inevitably ruin their friendship.

It’s not that Bickslow didn’t believe it, it’s that he didn’t care. Considering that he was already in love with Freed, he couldn’t get any worse. But he couldn’t tell his friend, or that would definitely ruin their friendship, more than the casual sex they had. Too few times, according to Bickslow, considering that most of the time they were on a mission, and on a mission they couldn’t.

Bickslow understood that, really. They had to be focused on work, not have distractions, but ridiculous work like that didn’t need so much concentration. And even if they left their jobs to Evergreen and Laxus, who cared.

That was why Bickslow was in Freed’s room, lying naked on his bed, while he waited for his friend to come out of the bathroom. When Freed walked out, he looked at him with a confused expression, and ran his gaze around his body with interest. Eh, Bickslow had undressed with a goal in mind.

“No.” Freed said before Bickslow even spoke. “I already told you, no on a mission,” he said categorically.

“Come on,” Bickslow said getting up and joining his friend, wrapping his arms around his body. He smiled noticing that Freed wasn’t moving. “It’s a simple mission, you don’t need to be so focused.”

“Bickslow.”

Bickslow nibbled Freed’s ear in response, moving his hair and God, Bickslow was already aroused. How not to be when Freed had just come out of the shower, and his body was wrapped only in the robe. God, Bickslow wanted to get him right there.

“You’re an animal,” Freed said, but he painted, and bent his neck giving him more freedom. Bickslow immediately took advantage of it, and left a trail of kisses on his skin, while he ran his hands along the man’s body. A body strong enough to make Bickslow moan every time. He didn’t think he would ever get used to that feeling. He still struggled to believe he was in a friends-with-benefit relationship with the tense Freed.

But Bickslow knew him, and he knew Freed wasn’t as tense as he showed. He surely wasn’t in the bedroom.

“Bickslow, seriously, we’re on a mission and...”

“And it’s a stupid mission. The reason you made this rule is because you were afraid I would break your ass but we don’t have to fight tomorrow,” Bickslow insisted, as he undid Freed’s robe. The friend wasn’t stopping him. Eh.

“You’re an idiot.”

“And you’re turned on,” Bickslow smiled, opening the robe. Freed looked at him with an expression that must have been threatening, but it wasn’t at all.

“Well, it will be the only time though,” Freed agreed.

Bickslow didn’t need anything else. He grabbed his friend by the thighs and lifted him while Freed complained.

“You’re really an animal. So impatient?” he scoffed at him and Bickslow smiled broadly as he tossed him onto the bed, crawling over him and parting the robe.

“Always,” he said. “And don’t pretend you’re less perverted than me,” he added, as he tongued his nipple. Bickslow would have preferred to kiss him, but he had already ignored one rule that night, he didn’t feel so lucky. Though keeping Freed all night would certainly have been better.

He didn’t have to think about it. At that moment he was just Freed’s sex friend. And even though Bickslow wasn’t that good at filling that role, he was certainly good at fucking his friend, and making him forget everything. That was why they had started fucking.

“Fuck. Bicks, wait. I have to draw the runes,” Freed panted.

“Do you already know I’ll make you scream, babe?” Bickslow smiled as he ran his tongue down his abdomen. God, Freed was so hot, and the way he looked at him with flushed cheeks was so inviting. Bickslow really wanted to kiss him.

“Shit,” Freed moaned as Bickslow licked his cock from base to tip. Bickslow smiled, he loved to see Freed lose control, he loved to see him trust him completely, he loved to hear him swear out of the character he insisted on showing to others.

Freed began to draw runes and Bickslow smiled manically. Then he swallowed Freed’s entire cock, with only one goal: to drive Freed to madness.

***

Bickslow knew from the start that this was going to be a stupid idea. Starting to have sex with the man you were in love with wasn’t a smart thing to do. But Bickslow wasn’t known for being a person who made smart choices. And instinct had told him to take advantage of that situation since Freed told him he couldn’t find a good partner to have fun with.

It had been a night in which Freed had drunk too much, and in which Bickslow had teased him until he discovered something that had excited him terribly. Freed apparently was very much into bdsm. And from what he had said, he was clearly a dom. Bickslow hadn’t been surprised, Freed clearly had sadistic tendencies, and more than once Bickslow had touched himself imagining Freed beating him for not behaving well.

The thing that surprised him was that Freed apparently got tired of the role, and he had wanted to change. Problem was, Freed didn’t trust anyone. He longed to let someone else be in control and not have to think about anything, but when he found himself in the situation, he could never do it. And that frustrated and stressed him, and Bickslow… well, Bickslow was just a man.

Who wouldn’t have set out to fuck Freed?

Bickslow might have been drunk that night, and perhaps the proposal was driven by alcohol, but when they talked about it clearly the next morning, Bickslow couldn’t blame the alcohol. Only himself, his stupidity and his irremediable crush on his friend.

So, they started fucking. And they enjoyed it. Above all, Freed enjoyed it, and this was perhaps the thing that pleased Bickslow the most. Because even though it had taken some time, Freed had managed to relax, and let him have control, and goodness, broken Freed was perhaps the most beautiful sight Bickslow could think of. Above all, even though that might have been mushy to think, Bickslow was glad to know that Freed trusted him.

Another wonderful thing was that Freed hadn’t given up on the sadistic side, and Bickslow had been curious. Anyway, who wouldn’t have been curious to see the two versions of Freed? And so, they had reversed roles, and Bickslow didn’t know which version of Freed he loved the most. He only knew that he was completely lost.

Fell madly for his closest friend. There was really no return from this. Especially now that they were fucking more often.

After that time on a mission, Freed had agreed to sleep together even during the less demanding missions, realizing that this wouldn’t affect their work, and from that moment, if possible Bickslow had fallen in love even more. He did nothing but hope that Freed was a little interested in him romantically too, but every time they finished fucking, Freed would go back to his room and very quietly talk about something else, as if they hadn’t just fucked.

There were no kisses, no cuddles, and Bickslow had to use of all his self-control not to wrap his arms around his friend and ask him to stay, and then kiss him madly as he dreamed of doing more and more often.

But that evening Bickslow couldn’t resist. Maybe it was because he felt particularly vulnerable - Freed had been hard on him that night - or maybe it was because he hoped little by little to break all his friend’s walls.

“Stay,” he said hoarsely, wrapping his fingers around Freed’s wrist before he got out of bed. The friend looked at him uncertainly, and Bickslow was sure he was going to refuse, but then nodded.

“Yes, do you want some water?” he asked, running his hands gently through his sweaty hair. Bickslow ignored the way his heart raced, and shook his head. Freed didn’t understand. He probably just thought he needed aftercare, but that wasn’t the case. Bickslow wanted to cuddle with Freed, possibly forever.

“Sure? Was it too hard?” Freed asked in a worried tone, completely different from how he had spoken to him a few minutes before. Bickslow shook his head again.

“No, it’s just...” he couldn’t find the words to say what he wanted. He knew he couldn’t ask, but Freed nodded.

“I’ll take some water. I’ll give you a massage, and bring you your lousy sweet candy,” he said. But before he could get up, Bickslow grabbed him by the wrist and forced him to sit on the bed.

“Just. Hold me,” he asked. Freed’s eyes widened. “I know one of the rules is no cuddling, but just for tonight, we might make an exception,” Bickslow shrugged. There was a moment of silence, and this time Bickslow prayed that Freed really thought it was just his need for aftercare, and that he didn’t understand his real feelings.

“Okay,” Freed said softly. “Are you sure you don’t want water and candy before I lay down?”

Bickslow smiled. “Actually, I’d love to,” he admitted. Freed gave a small, amused smile, the one Bickslow loved, and stood up. He returned shortly after with food, water and a heavier blanket. He settled next to him and Bickslow immediately wrapped him in a hug, pushing Freed’s head against his chest and enjoying the warmth of his body. They were both silent for a few seconds before Freed spoke.

“I thought you were the one who wanted a hug,” he said, but he didn’t move, and Bickslow took it as a positive sign.

“Adapt,” he just said, and Freed didn’t complain. Instead, he relaxed against him and wedged their legs in a position that didn’t bother either of them. Bickslow smiled happily at the gesture, and as he lazily ran his fingers through Freed’s hair, he just hoped this wouldn’t be the only time.

***

That wasn’t the only time. Bickslow knew it wasn’t exactly cuddling, and that the only reason Freed did it was because he thought Bickslow needed affection after the hard sex they had, but Bickslow didn’t care. Besides, they had begun to cuddle themselves even after the nights of vanilla sex. Bickslow didn’t know how to interpret it, but he supposed it had just become a habit by now. He didn’t want to give himself false hopes. Even though, lying in bed with Freed in his arms looking at him softly, it was hard not to.

“Laxus knows,” Freed said suddenly.

“What?” Bickslow asked.

“He knows we sleep together. Evergreen knows that too,” Freed explained.

“Oh,” Bickslow said, while he gently combed his friend’s hair with his fingers. “It bothers you?”

“No, you?”

“No,” Bickslow said quietly. He really didn’t care. And anyway, Bickslow had vented to Evergreen about his crush on Freed. She had only told him that it was stupid to sleep with him when it meant nothing else to Freed, but then she hadn’t said a word about it again, and in reality, she was the support Bickslow needed to keep from doing stupid things. Like kissing Freed.

“Mh, good,” Freed said, just looking at him. Bickslow let him do it, hoping only that from the softness of his actions his friend wouldn’t understand his feelings. On the one hand he wanted Freed to know, on the other hand he didn’t want to ruin their friendship. Besides, he didn’t even want those moments to end. As long as he could enjoy at least a little of that closeness with Freed - even if it meant nothing - he wouldn’t talk.

“Laxus said it’s stupid,” Freed said after a while. Bickslow muttered, really not interested in what his friends thought. What did it matter when he had Freed in his arms? As far as he was concerned, the others could say what they wanted, he was at peace with the whole world at that moment. Freed didn’t seem to be of the same opinion though, and kept talking. “He says we’re going to ruin it, and that the rules we’ve established are useless.”

Bickslow glanced at him, ready to say that they haven’t established those rules together, Freed had imposed them. But when he looked at Freed’s eyes, he stopped. Freed had that expression, the one he always had when he was studying something, or when he was trying to understand a complex spell. Bickslow realized at that moment that perhaps he had been too affectionate. And maybe Freed understood. And maybe he would interrupt those evenings. And Bickslow didn’t want to. Absolutely no. He would have beaten Laxus if that had happened.

“If we haven’t ruined it so far, I don’t see why it should happen now,” he retorted, feigning indifference. Freed frowned, still with that look that seemed to penetrate him, and Bickslow was really tempted to put the helmet back on with any excuse. He wasn’t good at lying to his friend. It was already a miracle that Freed hadn’t figured this out yet.

“Well, because we are lying together, we haven’t even had such hard sex and we’re cuddling. This... is boyfriends’ stuff.”

It was. Bickslow was beginning to be afraid of where that conversation was going, so he laughed.

“Not satisfied with the evening? Because I can fix it.”

Freed snorted lightly. “That’s not the point.”

Bickslow had to distract him.

“Sure? I can take that toy you bought yesterday and see if it can really satisfy you as much as I do. I say no, but we can try,” he said with a broad smile. Freed looked at him impassively.

“I bought that toy to use on you, although I’m pretty convinced that it can satisfy me more than you do when you can’t shut up and stop making jokes, ruining the atmosphere. But anyway, that’s not the point.”

“You like it when I talk,” Bickslow retorted, on the verge of a nervous breakdown, because Freed wasn’t getting distracted as he had hoped.

“No, I don’t.”

“You’re lying, I know you like it. You try to hide your smile, but I see it, I know you.”

“I don’t… look, it doesn’t matter. What I’m trying to say is...”

“Sex has to be fun as well as fulfilling, and you hit the jackpot with me. Just admit it babe.”

“Bickslow.”

Bickslow wanted to ignore him and keep talking but his friend’s steady gaze stopped him. Bickslow snorted. His attempts to distract him were useless.

“What? Do you want to stop doing what we do just because Laxus said it was a stupid idea, even if we haven’t ruined anything so far and therefore it’s very likely that we’ll never do it?” he asked.

Freed hesitated. “Well,” he began after a while and Bickslow panicked. They would not stop absolutely nothing.

“Are you falling in love with me, babe?” he asked, with his usual joking air that hid the anxiety of the answer that would come. Bickslow didn’t even know why he had asked it. Freed stared at him for a few seconds, still with that damned gaze that seemed to pierce him, and Bickslow prayed that he didn’t feel his heart beating furiously.

“No,” Freed said simply, and Bickslow deflated. Not that he was surprised. “But you could,” Freed added, and Bickslow really felt sweaty this time.

“When did I ever fall in love with anyone? You know it’s not for me. And, no offense, if I ever fall in love with anyone, he’d be a funnier man than you.” He lied, hoping Freed would believe it.

“I’m not boring,” Freed retorted, and Bickslow smiled.

“Offended?”

“Not at all,” Freed said coldly, and then looked up at the ceiling, looking sad for a moment.

“Hey, you know I didn’t really mean that,” Bickslow said, patting him on the shoulder.

“I said I’m not offended. Actually, I think we should still… slow down,” he said, as if he were studying the words he used. Bickslow frowned.

“What do you mean?”

“Return to the original situation. We are together too long, it makes no sense. In the first place, we decided to go to bed together so as not to have the stress of finding a person every time we feel the need. There’s no reason to cuddle, or to have sex so often. We aren’t animals prey to instincts.”

“Sure? Because yesterday you seemed to have a completely different idea,” Bickslow teased, remembering how Freed had literally jumped on him after Bickslow finished the shower. “And from the bites you left me you definitely looked like an animal.”

“Can you please be serious for a moment?” Freed asked annoyed, and Bickslow sighed, realizing he wasn’t going to get around the problem.

“Well, do you want me to be serious?” he asked and Freed turned to him, nodding. Bickslow gathered his ideas and then spoke. “I think these rules are stupid,” he said. Freed looked at him in surprise, but let him speak. “Well, we haven’t been respecting two for a while and not much has changed, has it? We fuck, we have fun, and our friendship hasn’t been affected, so it’s clear they’re useless. You’re just thinking too much, as always, and you think you have to have everything under your control, when it’s not really necessary.”

Freed thought about it for a few seconds.

“So, you think we should continue having sex and cuddling without any kind of limit?” he asked.

“Exactly,” Bickslow said, really hoping Freed would agree. He couldn’t bear to go back to how they were months ago. After having had the taste, going back was painful.

“I think I’ll stick to the rules anyway,” Freed finally decided. “At least the two you haven’t broken yet,” he then added, throwing him a glance.

“What the hell, did you even listen to me?” Bickslow snapped, not really bothered. He could live with that, as long as they can continue cuddling each other. Even though the idea of being able to kiss Freed was really, really tempting.

“Yes, but I disagree,” Freed said.

“You think too much.”

“Someone has to do it.”

“You think too much and in vain.”

“This is your opinion, and honestly, my opinion is worth more than yours,” Freed retorted, and Bickslow smiled amused at his friend’s conviction.

“I’ll prove you wrong.”

“What?”

Bickslow didn’t think, pulled Freed by the back of his neck and kissed him. For a moment he thought that Freed was going to push him away badly, but instead, to his surprise, Freed reciprocated. It didn’t even take long to do it, he moved his lips against his as if it were natural. As if he had wanted it too, despite what he had said a few seconds ago. Bicks low kissed him, and softened the grip in Freed’s hair, running his hands along his neck without stopping kissing him. Now that he had a chance to do it, he wanted to go through with it, and take it all.

Freed didn’t really do anything to push him away, instead, he moved closer to him, and ran a hand through his hair, and Bickslow literally melted in the kiss. It was almost like in his dreams, only it was real, and that made it infinitely better.

Freed’s cheeks were flushed when they parted, and he had an expression Bickslow had never seen before. He tried not to linger too long.

“See? Nothing has changed” he said, panting a little. Freed didn’t answer, but he didn’t move and Bickslow raised an eyebrow. “Aren’t you talking because you don’t want to agree with me?”

“Shut up,” Freed muttered in annoyance, and Bickslow laughed.

“Yes, Bickslow, you’re right, and I’m terribly stupid for thinking that one simple kiss could change things. This is what your expression says.”

“I said shut up.”

“Don’t worry babe, I’m not going to tell anyone how you thought so much that your brain smoked and you came to say a stupid thing.”

“You’re an idiot,” Freed hissed.

“And you like me for that,” Bickslow smiled.

“You’d like.”

Yes, Bickslow would. But for the moment, he was already happy that he could press his lips against his friend’s.

***

Bickslow had to admit that things were deteriorating a little. He and Freed had begun to see each other too often. Well, they had seen each other often before, but now Bickslow was struggling to establish a clear separation between times when they were supposed to be just friends, and times when they were supposed to be friends with benefits. They kissed a lot, and while that often implied that they would have sex afterwards, that wasn’t always the case. Sometimes they just cuddled, and Bickslow couldn’t keep up.

He liked the situation, but he had to admit that it was driving him crazy. Maybe Freed had been right in setting those initial rules, at least they had maintained some sort of mental stability in Bickslow. Now he no longer knew what he could do and when, and even though Freed never seemed to mind kissing him - or doing anything else - Bickslow felt he was taking too much time from his friend.

Maybe they really should have slowed down. Even if Bickslow didn’t want to.

He had been full of those thoughts all day, so much so that Bickslow hadn’t even joined Freed in the shower like he usually did - was that normal too? - and he had stayed in bed, after having sex with his friend in too little time for it to be just a fuck to vent his frustration.

They couldn’t even be sexually frustrated, they really fucked too often!

“You’re thinking too much, it’s not like you,” Freed said as he came out of the bathroom. Bickslow turned to him, and frowned when he saw that his friend hadn’t dressed as he always did to go home, but had taken his pair of sweatpants and his shirt.

“They’re mine?” he asked confused.

“Yes,” Freed said, approaching the bed, and Bickslow widened his eyes even more when the friend lay down under the covers, snuggling against his side.

“What are you doing?” he asked shocked.

“I sleep.”

“Here?”

“Yes.”

Bickslow was silent, before stammering: “What about your rules?”

Freed looked up at him. “You broke three, you can’t really complain,” he said. Bickslow wasn’t going to complain, he was just confused, because Freed had always been adamant about that. Never sleep together. Bickslow had tried several times to get him to stay asleep when it got late, but Freed never did. And now he voluntarily stretched out beside him? It wasn’t even late!

Freed sighed.

“However, they’re useless, aren’t they? You said it.”

“Yeah well, I… I’m not so convinced anymore. I mean, I’m not sending you away or anything, you can stay, it’s just… things are getting confused?” It came out as a question. Bickslow wasn’t as good with words as Freed, but he hoped his friend understood. Freed raised an eyebrow.

“It seems to me that now the situation is clearer,” he retorted. Bickslow stared at him without understanding and didn’t have to say anything for his friend to explain. “I was right from the start, you wanted to break the rules just to annoy me, and you got a crush on me.”

Bickslow stared at him in complete shock, not knowing whether to focus on the fact that Freed knew he had a crush on him, or on the fact that even knowing it, he had voluntarily stretched out beside him - and that therefore it must mean something. In the end he said the stupidest thing. “Did you think I was doing this to annoy you?”

“Why else would you have done it?” Freed frowned.

“Maybe because I wanted to kiss you, and cuddle you, and sleep with you,” Bickslow said and Freed looked at him confused. Bickslow didn’t let him speak. “You weren’t right, your stupid rules wouldn’t have stopped any crush I had on you, because ... well, I’ve already been in love with you long before we started fucking,” Bickslow almost blurted out, not believing his own voice and to the fact that he was declaring himself. However, by now the friend already knew.

Freed’s eyes widened and blushed adorably.

“But you said you weren’t in love.”

“Yeah, well, I lied,” Bickslow muttered, and Freed blinked as the blush spread across his cheeks. Bickslow wanted to kiss him all over. But he still wasn’t sure he could, he wanted explicit confirmation. “So... you here in my bed with my clothes mean that breaking your rules made you have a crush on me?” he asked hopefully.

Freed blushed even more if possible, and if it had been another moment Bickslow would have teased him. At that moment, however, he had other things to focus on.

“I lied too,” Freed said softly after a while.

“Oh,” Bickslow said.

“Rules weren’t for that. I also had feelings for you before. I thought I could handle it as long as we respected those limits,” he admitted, and Bickslow couldn’t believe it. Had Freed just admitted he was in love with him? He hadn’t talked about a crush, but about feelings.

“For all this time?” Bickslow asked. “Why didn’t you say something?”

“Why didn’t you,” Freed retorted, and Bickslow laughed, genuinely happy.

“You know what, I’m really glad I broke those stupid rules.”

Freed smiled. “Me too,” he admitted softly and Bickslow could literally melt there. The man of his dreams was in his bed, and this time not to fuck, or to vent his frustrations. He was there because he was in love with him. Bickslow couldn’t have felt happier.

“How about having a real date?” Bickslow asked. He had to make up for all the lost time, and do the things that boyfriends did. God, Freed was going to be his boyfriend. It sounded so good.

“You’re late, I’ve already booked a restaurant for tomorrow night,” Freed said, and Bickslow raised an eyebrow.

“So confident, Freed?”

“You’ve gotten pretty obvious lately,” Freed said. “And if you had said no, I would have gone with Laxus complaining about your refusal,” he admitted. Bickslow smiled, unable to feel embarrassed about something like that. At the moment he was just feeling elated, and knowing that Freed had been in love with him all that time… that seemed like one of his dreams materializing in front of him.

He wrapped his arm around Freed’s torso and kissed him softly, and the way Freed snuggled against him and grabbed the blankets immediately afterwards as if that were already his bed, made Bickslow’s heart do a somersault.

“So, no more rules, huh?” he asked, unable to hold back the smile as he kissed Freed’s cheeks, and his nose, and his forehead, and held him close.

“You’re wrong,” Freed said, and Bickslow looked at him questioningly. “I want to be exclusive,” he decided.

Bickslow smiled. He liked that.

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