AN: This and the other stories are created as part of livejournal's 30 kisses challenge. Each will be a one-shot, but all of them will be a (relatively) chronological order, and will all relate to one another. I hope you guys enjoy them.

Title: Around the Room
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Jean Havoc/Cain Fuery
Theme: #1 – look over here
Rating: PG for mentions of shounen-ai
Disclaimer: I wish I owned them, but unfortunately I don't. Please don't sue me.

For as long as Cain Fuery had been in the army, his comrade Jean Havoc had been searching for a girlfriend, with absolutely no luck whatsoever. He didn't know how many times he or one of Havoc's other comrades had been asked out for a friendly drink with Havoc only to discover that it was indeed another one of the blonde soldier's attempts to find himself a girlfriend.

It seemed that tonight was another one of these girlfriend hunts, and Cain Fuery sat at the bar by himself, nursing the same drink that he had been for the past hour and watching as Havoc flirted with a pretty woman with curly blonde hair, begging her for a kiss or number, but getting neither despite his efforts.

Havoc attempted one last pick-up line before the woman grew sick of him and walked off with her arms folded in annoyance.

Jean Havoc frowned at this, making the soldier look rather like a puppy which had just been kicked. Fuery thought he would have been used to it by now.

The blonde man sighed, shook his head and began scanning the surrounding area, looking for his next target. Fuery's hand tightened around the glass in his hand, hating himself when the familiar plea entered his mind.

"Please," his mind whispered. "Look over here, right at me."

But no matter how hard he wished for it, Havoc never attempted to get to know Fuery as anything more than a friend at best.

Fuery had known he was attracted to Havoc from the moment they had met, and as he had gotten to know the man more, the crush he had hoped would fade with time instead solidified and become something much more complex than simple attraction.

Fuery would have given Jean Havoc those kisses that he was fishing for from the women in an instant, and then some, and had more often than once dreamed and wished for such a kiss himself; but no, Jean's eyes continued to scan the room, never once looking at the man he had dragged along with him.

Fuery watched as a rather dejected look appeared on Jean Havoc's face as he apparently decided that he had either run out of options or couldn't be bothered trying any more. He then turned around and caught Fuery's eye, tossing the younger man a bright smile which might have looked quite handsome if his cigarette hadn't almost fallen from his mouth at that moment.

Fuery had expected Havoc to suggest that they move to another bar, or make a move to attempt to seduce one of the women that had only just now walked through the bar's doors, but instead, he pulled up the stool nearest Fuery and sat down next to him.

He ordered a drink from the bartender and took one last drag of his cigarette before snuffing it out on the ashtray near them.

"Hey," Havoc said, surprising Fuery by throwing a companionable arm around his shoulders. "What about you, huh?"

Fuery blushed bright red, hoping that he wasn't reading too much into it by wondering if Havoc was flirting with him.

"What?" Fuery gasped, torn between shrugging Havoc's arm off and leaning in closer to his superior.

"Well," Havoc answered, leaning into Fuery's field of vision and turning the younger man's head toward him so that Fuery didn't have any chance but to let Havoc see the blush on his face. "When are we gonna get you a girlfriend then?"

Fuery sighed and forced himself to smile, not willing to admit that he was disappointed. Jean Havoc had looked at him and smiled, and for now that was almost enough.