Really just Free and his fun times with a little secret friend of his ><

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   Free stared silently at the dull white ceiling, eyes glazed over in thought. He looked over at the small digital clock on his nightstand. 2:47 am. Closing his eyes, he longed for sleep to come, to take him away into its sweet, soft embrace, and to quell the raging fire burning deep within his body. The fire made him angry, a swirling, blazing heat of want and desire rising to the surface, something so powerful and new Free was almost paralyzed with it.

   And this onslaught of emotions was brought on by a certain blue-haired boy. Valt. Valt and his stupid bright attitude and his stupid warm eyes and his stupid perfect smile. He had joined BC Sol about 4 and a half months ago and had learned and grown a lot since then.

And so had Free's attraction towards him.

    Free didn't know what about Valt had drawn him in so fiercely. He didn't work like that. Free didn't get involved in other people's lives, he didn't obsess over teammates. But he couldn't deny the feelings that roared in his chest, the hungry desire that left him breathless with need. He closed his eyes, mind wandering to that morning. 

    He'd been dozing on the bench in the gym, watching BC Sol train like usual. Valt had just won a battle against Rantaro and went to sit down to catch his breath. He strolled over to the bench and plopped down right beside Free. For a while he paid no attention to him, instead engaging in some friendly banter with Honcho from across the room. But Free couldn't keep his eyes off of him. He made it non-conspicuous, acting like he was watching a conversation behind Valt. His eyes travelled, noting down every beautiful inch of Valt's body. Of the way his leg shook with excitement, how his hands rubbed absentmindedly across Valtryek. 

    They were so close. Free could have inched his hand over and touched Valt's. He could smell him, feel the heat radiating off of his body. Free's mind grew hazy and his hands trembled. Before acting impulsively, Free stood up and walked away, feeling Valt's eyes burn into the back of his head.

   That moment brought on a wave of intrusive thoughts, things he never even dreamed of thinking. It made Free's stomach roil with disgust, but his mind screamed with arousal. 

    He opened his eyes again and sighed. Lost in the fantasies, Free didn't realize his body responded to his thoughts. He ached, desperate for a release. He growled, reaching over to the nightstand to his right and opening the bottom drawer.

    In there awaited a secret. A dirty, shameful secret, but it got him through long, lonely nights. He hadn't needed it for a while since he focused on his team, pushing his desires to the back of his mind. But tonight, Free needed to give in just this once. He reached in and pushed a few loose socks out of the way, his body trembling as his fingers closed around a long, cold object. 

    Free pulled out the vibrator hidden underneath and closed the drawer, laying back down. He looked it over in his hand, running his thumb across its smooth black surface. He wasn't proud of his ownership of a sex toy, not when his mind shouldn't be occupied by such thoughts and instead focused on the upcoming nationals. But the ache was too much to bear. 

  He flicked the switch, and the toy came to life. The soft buzzing filled the room, creating a thick bubble of arousal, so potent Free could taste it. He rested the vibrator's head on his stomach, his body twitching as the vibrations rolled over him. His other hand pulled his boxers down slowly. The fantasies came back, this time stronger, more vivid.

    In his mind, he replaced the toy with Valt's hand. Resting on his stomach, the other at his neck. Valt's normally bright brown eyes, always so full of life, were now dark with lust. His smile, devoid of its warmth, was almost feral as if he wanted to tear Free into little pieces and eat him alive.

    Free slid the vibrator down, pressing it against the side of his dick. It throbbed as the buzzing reached his most sensitive spots. Free moaned quietly, his body trembling with pleasure. He pictured Valt's hand pumping him instead, leaning up to kiss him deeply. Valt's tongue slipped into his mouth, and he was lost to the world. The other blader pushed him into the mattress, holding him, taking him as his own. Free knew it in his heart that this was right. This is where he belonged, under Valt, being claimed by him.

   Free whimpered, clasping a hand over his mouth as he dragged the toy back up to the head, precum dripping down the side. As soon as it touched the top, Free's eyes widened and he yelped, hips bucking slightly as the vibrations felt like a waterfall crashing on top of him. He increased the speed, moaning into his hand.

    Tension coiled in his stomach like a snake ready to strike. Free shivered, hand tightening on the vibrator as if it'd jump out of his grasp. He chased his sweet release like a fox to a rabbit, tense with pleasure. He slid it slowly up and down his cock, his breathing coming in short, sharp pants. Valt came back to mind, this time whispering dirty encouragement in his ear.

  "If only I was there with you," He'd say, "How would you feel? Would you like my help, my hand on yours, as this silly little toy drove you over the edge? Or would you rather have something a bit more... intimate? Perhaps the feeling of my thick cock in your ass, filling you in a way that'll make you beg."

    Free's eyes shot open and the tension snapped violently. He gasped, whimpering as the orgasm crashed over him like a tidal wave, making his vision go white and his head swim. Thick milky spurts of cum shot up Free's stomach and chest, covering him in long lines of white.

    Shaking with the aftershock, Free let the vibrator slip from his hand and clatter to the floor, the impact turning it off. His head thumped back into his pillow, his chest heaving as Free fought to catch his breath.

    He felt relief, but also disgust. Disgust with himself for getting so wrapped up in his desires, for stooping so low that he fantasized about another guy as he used a toy that he hated himself for owning. He didn't feel like he deserved such a powerful orgasm, after what his imagination did. Free gathered a bit of cum with his fingers, licking it off. But he felt too gross to clean himself like that, so he reached for a towel that was lying on the foot of his bed and used that to wipe the rest off.

    As Free shimmied back under the blanket, the cool sheets soothing his feverish body, he couldn't help but glance at the vibrator one last time. Glaring, he reached over and pushed it under the bed. Out of sight, out of thought.

    He couldn't admit it. It went against everything he believed in, everything he worked for. But it was true. He was madly in love with Valt. So much so that it drove him wild and conjured up the most insane, erotic thoughts known to man. Sleep tugged at the corners of his brain, so Free closed his eyes and let himself rest.

What are you doing to me, Valt? And when will you stop?