More Than That
A/N: Hello again.. thought I'd do a short, short, short fic… this one is 491 words so yeah… I've been sick and am better now so I will try to put up a few fics I meant to put up before thanks for reading… Reviews are welcome…Pleases and thank yous
He wanted to be more than that, more than just another fuck. He rolled over tired from the nightly activity with the only person who would understand how he felt. The boy turned away from the warm body next to him. He couldn't bear to look at the amazing man that slept soundly next to him. He wanted to be recognized as more than a one-night stand, though they had slept together more than once.
Edward watched the chest of his superior rise and fall. He let a small smile glide across his lips. He loved the man and there was nothing that he or anyone else could do.
The older male gave a low sigh. The boy gently lifted one of the long arms, sliding his naked body beneath the limb. The skin on skin contact aroused him, though he could control himself for a bit.
He didn't expect the older man to be awake, but when a hand ran down his side and along the inner skin of his thigh, he knew there was no turning back now. He gave a groan of approval. He loved the touch. "Roy," he groaned, loudly.
A low mumble returned his cry. The movement stopped and the hand disappeared.
He wanted the touch. He bit his lip thinking quietly to himself. The boy turned to the older male, "Roy, will you please wake up?"
"Why?" came the mumble.
"Because I love you and want you to love me."
"You," he sat up at this point, knowing he wasn't going back to sleep soon, "just want a fuck."
"I do not!" He cried, his eyes watered in the darkness. His voice shook, "I don't want to be just your 'toy' I want to love you and you to love me back, or I'm just gonna stop showing up!"
There was a silence that screamed into the blond's ears. There was a rustle of Mustang shifting.
Arms wrapped around him in a gentle hug. "I'm sorry. I never meant it like that. I just wanted you to be happy. I love you Edward, or I wouldn't have put you through all this."
The boy cried softly into the shoulder. The older tried the calm the teen. They both sat there for a few long minutes.
"I love you," the boy whispered. "Roy please?"
"of course my love," the elder male began his quick process of relaxing the boy.
That night was the best. It was more than a fuck. It was not very long, but it was enough to fulfill their need to be loved and touched.
The loved each other, that was plain to see. Something in them was awakened in the process, a deep need for them to be together now and always. And they would try to keep that beast at bay, with stolen kisses and gentle touches trough out their day.
They became ever closer and an unbreakable bond was formed.