A/N: So... um... I wrote this for a certain friend who wanted to read an AlxRoy. XD Which is what this is... so be warned. It's not smutty or anything. But it's pretty short and brainless.
It was all absurdly nonchalant.
Really, Alphonse thought, it should have been a more serious matter. More nerve-racking, or at least incredibly awkward. He had expected to break down and blurt, "Oh, God, I can't do this!"
Instead, as he timidly knocked upon Roy's office door, he was overcome by a strange sense of placidity. Even as the Colonel's stern voice permitted him to enter, even as he crossed the small room and lowered himself onto the couch. And, to his surprise, even as he rather gracelessly declared, "I like you, Roy Mustang."
Roy seemed to experience no immediate reaction. He sat rigidly behind his desk, onyx eyes focused on the teenager before him. If his mind was screaming, "This kid is fucking crazy," his face did not reveal it.
And Alphonse was quiet; it was not a fearful silence, full of dread and anticipation, but a casual sort of silence. As though a pleasant conversation had gradually died down and there was nothing left to discuss.
That, of course, was not the case. There was plenty to discuss.
"You like me," Roy repeated slowly, after the passing of what may have been several eternities. He maintained his blank expression and eventually rose from his chair.
Al shook his head; thick strands of auburn hair danced around his face. He corrected the very confused Roy: "I like you."
"Like me." He confirmed it again, emphasizing the first word. "You… like me."
"I do," Alphonse sighed. He carefully studied Roy, who seemed to find enough strength within him to approach the minor.
Suddenly the talking was finished. Just as the prior silence had indicated: there was nothing more to add to their lovely, little conversation, so the words stopped coming. Instead Roy's mouth found Al's, albeit uncertainly, but eager all the same.
Minutes passed. Then eternities of that silence; it was like déjà vu. Except this time tiny moans and sighs marred the still air, until Roy was forced to back away upon remembering that he and Al were only humans, and people need to breathe. So he reluctantly withdrew his tongue, licked his lips, and turned away.
Alphonse stood, stretched, and made his way out of the office. He stood with his back to the door that he had closed gently, exhaling deeply and closing his eyes.
And finally, it all crashed down upon him. What he had just done—and with whom. In his mind, the situation quickly stopped being so absurdly nonchalant, and for a split second he wondered if this was how Nii-san felt after his first time with the Colonel, before the two broke things off.
He blocked out the thought with a blush. Pressing a palm to his forehead in exhaustion, he staggered down the hallway, sleepwalker-esque. He predicted that Roy would not speak to him again for a long, long while.
Of course, that was to be expected.
The kissing, on the other hand… Well, that could continue tomorrow.
