aggedy_ann Posted July 9, 2020 Share Posted July 9, 2020 This is a little different type of fic...if it hasn’t been picked up on from a few things I’ve written (subtly), Freddie is the fetishist of the group. This doesn’t really have sneezing per se, beyond description, but it’s Freddie’s thoughts on sneezing and everything involved with it. Sneezing: If there was one thing Freddie loved, it was a good sneeze. A powerful, body bending sneeze. Unfortunately for him, those didn’t happen unless he was inducing or was having an allergy attack. Considering he only had two allergies – cats which were avoidable, and dust, which most of his friends kept their homes as free from as possible, these didn’t happen as often as he liked. Occasionally, with a bad cold, he’d manage a few, but ever enough. And colds were unpredictable; he’d have to take the chance they were they good sneezy kind and not the miserable ones that settled in your chest. If he’d induce, they’d start small, but depending on what he used, he’d be able to get a few powerful sneezes that had an amazing release…loud, powerful…not like his normal conversational volume “uhChushh or occasional uhhchushhoo.” Freddie just had a typical, boring sneeze, in his view. He loved the feel of a sneeze. The tickly itch in his nose warning him that a sneeze was forthcoming.the deep inhale with the pause before the release. And the release…ohhh, his solid Chusshh, that was his favorite part. The stronger the sneeze, the better. There was just something about a good sneeze clearing his sinuses that felt amazing, one of his favorite feelings. And when he managed three or four together, each stronger than the last, oh that was heaven. He didn’t mind having false starts, build ups, they just made the reward at the end more worth it. The only thing he hated was to feel the itch of an oncoming sneeze only to have it disappear before blossoming into a sneeze. Stifles: Freddie never stifled. He could. It was easy for him. He’d played around with it when he was inducing, but in real life he never did it. Waste of a good sneeze, he felt. Alex had explained to him that there was a time and a place for stifling…like work meetings when Alex was talking, but Freddie disagreed. He didn’t sneeze often enough to stifle. Alex was a pro at stifling; he should be, he sneezed enough. Alyssa didn’t need to stifle, but she would anyway. Jamie could stifle when her allergies weren’t too bad, but once they hit hard, she’d try and try and fail and fail. Ethan couldn’t stifle if his life depended on it. Tim…Tim tried every now and then; he could sometimes succeed on the two syllable sneeze, but the three syllable piece always had way too much power behind it, so he had given up on it. Freddie supported Tim and Ethan in their no stifle zone…..although, Jamie was cute when she tried and failed. He did have a lot of thoughts on his friends’ sneezes though. Alyssa: Alyssa had a, breathy, airy sneeze. If you weren’t paying attention, you’d miss it. Freddie told her once that her sneeze didn’t even count as a sneeze; it was barely there. It got stronger when her allergies were bad, but still got lost in the crowd. It was a nice light “ihhshoo,” but Freddie missed it half the time when she sneezed to his dismay. Alex: Alex’s sneeze was good, he felt. Strong. Powerful. Manly. “Huh-Chuhh’s” that would bend him double when his allergies were bad. Unless it was spring, not quite frequent enough, in Freddie’s thoughts, although he was sure Alex would disagree with him. Alex was good for a cold or three a year; typically at least one summer cold. And Alex in the spring; his allergies hit so hard then that whether at work or hanging out, Freddie would be treated to multiple fits of five or six sneezes at a go. The same thing happened in the fall or around cats, but not nearly as plentiful as the spring. Feathers would get Alex going in long, watery eyed fits, but he avoided them like the plague. Freddie had, so far, only managed to witness that once, much to his delight. Alex would stifle, though, something that annoyed Freddie to no end. Tim: Tim’s sneezes were, to Freddie, perfect. Loud, full bodied, with a wetness Alex’s was lacking. Always in pairs. A three syllable sneeze and a two syllable sneeze, in varying order, often in multiple sets. The only problem with Tim’s sneezes – unless he had a cold, he didn’t sneeze nearly often enough for Freddie’s liking. Tim had very few allergies – a cologne and feathers and rarely sneezed on his own, but, oh, when he had a cold, he more than made up for it. An explosive sneezing fit was always the first sign that time was getting a cold, and the sneezing didn’t stop after that for at least a week. Tim could never stifle, although he’d had limited success at holding them back in certain situations, like church or when on the headset. He always paid for it though, rewarding Freddie with a flurry of sneezes after that. Ethan: Ethan also didn’t always sneeze enough for Freddie’s liking. With Ethan’s powerful sneeze, you’d expect there to be two or three at one time, but, no, Ethan always sneezed once. Loud, powerful, frequently body bending “Hatchoo’s” or some variation thereof. Even when his allergies were bad, it was still only one at a time, spaced out usually 5 to 20 minutes. His allergy attacks were interesting to watch…Long slow fits, spaced as close together as 2 minutes, and lasting as long as an hour. Freddie had been privy to these attacks a few times and found them thoroughly enjoyable. Ethan never even bothered to try to stifle; he said he’d learned long ago that he was never going to be able to do that. He could hold them back, and laughing, he’d once said to Freddie, he’d never been able to stop a sneeze for the life of him. Jamie: he loved everything about Jamie’s sneezing. The sound, the frequency, her attitude about it, the way sometimes she was able to just keep going on through them, how other times, allergy attacks would stop her in her tracks, and all she could do was just sneeze it out. He loved how her sneeze changed with allergies to colds…going from an itschoo with a lift on the end to a harsher ihhtschuhh. She couldn’t stop them or stifle, had limited success at holding them back, usually rewarding her with a stuck sneeze. He love the build ups that occurred after three or four sneezes; he knew they frustrated her – she repeatedly said, if I need to sneeze, I should just be able to sneeze. Jamie didn’t get sick often, but she had terrible allergies year round. He’d never known a girl who sneezed as much as Jamie, at least not one who liked him back. She continually apologized for her allergies, saying she was sure that her frequent sneezing must drive him crazy. He’d reassure her that it didn’t, wishing he had the nerve to tell her why. Nose Blowing He really didn’t mind blowing his nose unless he had a bad cold. Then it was red and sore within a day or so, and he had to be gentle. But again, he loved the feeling. To clear his nose after sneezing two or three times, was almost as good as the sneeze itself. He didn’t mind listening when others blew their noses, but it didn’t have the same effect on him that sneezing did. Where he enjoyed it, with others he was pretty much nose blowing neutral. Colds: Cold were a crap shoot. You either got a good sneezy cold or one of thos once that settled in your chest with little to no sneezing. He only like the first kind. That was a proper cold, to him. What was the point of being sick if you weren’t sneezing. Tim was usually good for a sneeze filled cold, even though it would eventually settle in his lungs. Ethan was a cold denier, sneezing and sneezing until he had a sinus infection. Alex was decidedly less sneezy than the other two until his summer cold; then the combination of cold and allergies had him sneezing like he had to meet a quota. Alyssa got sick at the end if every semester, but it usually went to her chest…waste of a cold. Jamie was so rarely sick, but her allergies more than made up for it. As for himself, he loved having a cold. He tended towards the sneezy ones, which he thoroughly enjoyed, despite the cough and headache. Given that the colds made him more sensitive to cats and dust, he found more reasons to be in the basement or over at Tim’s with the cat when he was sick. He found with colds, he could occasionally string together a fit of four or five sneezes at a time. Having his nose more sensitive made inducing easier too. Allergies: He loved allergies. He wished he had more of them. Spring and fall were guaranteed times for a plethora of sneezes from his friends. Ethan’s were absolutely awful, especially in the beginning of spring as were Jamie’s. Alex’s were worse in the spring but continued through summer and fall, and working in close proximity, he was treated to at least a half dozen sneezes a day. Jamie sneezed more than anyone he knew, her allergies never quit, and that was part of the many things he loved about her. He loved his own allergies. Like he said, he just wished there were more of them. But, he’d never had allergies until last year and in that time, developed two of them, so, there was hope. He loved that they were easily accessible. Alex and Jamie were more than willing to take him up on his offers to run down to the dusty basements. Tim’s attitude towards Freddie and the cat was “as long as you don’t care you’re miserable.” Freddie didn’t care, and typically, he didn’t mind being miserable. He loved the way his allergies felt. Colds were such a deep tickle that was easily relieved by sneezing. Allergies were, for him, lighter, feather, irritating tickles, not always relieved after three or four sneezes and a nose blow. A sign of more sneezes waiting, which thrilled him. Random sneezes: Random sneezes were like a surprise present. You never knew when they were coming or who was going to grace you with one. It was always an added bonus in his workday on the rare occasions he’d see Tim pitch forward with his trademark double. And as a guy who rarely sneezed outside of allergies, illness or inducing, they were special bits of joy when they happened to him. Bless you: Freddie almost always said bless you; sometimes whoever sneezed kept talking making it weird to say it, sometimes someone else said it first. But he believed sneezes should be acknowledged and appreciated. Bless you was his way of doing that. Sometimes Jamie would tell him to stop; towards the end of bad allergy days, she’d look at him and laugh, saying, I’m blessed enough for the day, thank you. And when Ethan would have his long slow fits, he’d stop Freddie, tell him, please wait until the end, you’re going to say it every two minutes otherwise. Freddie, himself, adored being blessed. He felt put out if his friends didn’t acknowledge his sneezing, especially as he wasn’t the sneeziest person in the group. The rarity deserved a blessing, in his humble opinion. He loved it when they commented beyond the blessing, such as Bless you, getting a cold? Or bless you, cat’s starting to get to you, huh? Just the added touches that showed they noticed and cared. Inducing He couldn’t remember the first time he made himself sneeze. Definitely been a long time since the first time he’d figured it out. He’d started with a rolled up tissue, but over time found a bristled dental pick worked best for him. Plus they were easily explainable to have in his bathroom drawer should Jamie find them. He wanted to try chhinkni, but he was terrified he’d use it, and Jamie would come home unexpectedly, giving him something to explain. He definitely had less time to induce since Jamie moved in. There were so many things about inducing that he loved. Once he found the spot, he could control the amount of sneezes that would come, giving himself the rare chance to have fits. It changed his sneeze slightly…some were harsher, while some became softer as he ran short on breath. He found he could twist and poke the pick, leading to explosions of increasing intensity and wetness. He could pull the pick out just before the sneeze to catch it in a tissue. He could experiment with holding back, with build-ups. He could create scenarios in his head. It gave him a creative freedom he didn’t have with the natural sneezes that just happened. Fetish thoughts He loved his fetish. He was blessed to have some sneezy friends and a very sneezy girlfriend. He loved that it was something that was a natural occurrence- there was nothing better than to be doing a mundane task like grocery shopping and have it spiced up by a “hihchiew,” or “huhruhshoo,” in the next aisle over. He loved that it was so reliable to turn him on. The hardest part was, occasionally, hiding the effects Jamie’s sneezing had on him. He knew on her worst allergy days, she wouldn’t be in the mood; of course, those were the days when he was the most. He wanted to tell her, hopeful she’d indulge him, but hadn’t managed to muster up the courage yet. Sneezes from both genders were good. He loved the higher pitched endings of some female sneezes, their softness, but also the ferocious power of a strong male sneeze. But then a woman with a strong powerful sneeze, like Jamie when she had a cold was also sexy. And men with softer sneezes were attractive. Equal opportunity, right. He just loved all sneezes. Their sound, their frequency, their individuality, the fact that they were everywhere. If he was going to be turned on something so everyday, he was glad this was it. Link to comment
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