Muscle noun
1. a body tissue consisting of long cells that contract when stimulated and produce motion
2. an organ that is essentially a mass of muscle tissue attached at either end to a fixed point and that by contracting moves or checks the movement of a body part
3. effective strength: power
Roy always thought that Saturdays provided the perfect opportunity to peacefully lounge in his bed, beneath mounds of fluffy cotton threads, and forget the troubles of Central Command if only for a few hours.
Of course, that was before the addition of a certain wild tempered lover. Not that Roy would ever complain. Edward proved to be just as spirited and sharp tongued on assignment as he was in bed. And oh, what a tongue he had. Roy could still remember their first kiss.
Al had called Roy in search of his brother. Though it was not unusual for Ed to be missing for hours on end, the lateness of the hour and sheets of heavy rain caused Al to phone Roy's office. After reassuring Al that Ed was more than likely safe and sound in the library piled under mounds of dusty tomes, Roy proceeded to track down his wayward major.
And find him he did.
Roy still can not remember what provoked the initial action or even who made the first move. All he remembers is coming across Ed as he sat hunched over his latest find; left hand supporting his head and white teeth nibbling on the end of a pencil.
Ooohhhhhh in all of Roy's life he had never been so jealous of a mere pencil then he was at that moment. Hints of a bubblegum pink tongue darted out every few seconds to twirl around the already moistened and chewed end. The moment those molten eyes swerved in his direction Roy knew his building attraction for this stunning young man had rooted itself deeper than he original thought.
One moment he was captivated by those slightly damp rose lips yelling Gate knows what while the next moment Roy had that strong body pinned against a wall of books. Ed's powerful right arm clung to Roy's collar like a life line while Roy's own right hand tangled in a sea of hair that could rival the brightest sunflower. Using his left hand to gently tilt Ed's head to the side, Roy plundered the sweet mouth in a battle of tongues and desire. If he thought Ed was strong in presence, it was nothing compared to the heady feeling of Ed's compact muscles as they rubbed against the expanse of Roy's chest. Breaths mingled and hands roamed. Nips turned into sucks and caresses into gropes as Roy cataloged the taste of cinnamon and the feel of power that was uniquely Edward.
Eight months later Roy still found himself captivated by Ed…..even if most mornings found him pinned to the bed under a heavy arm and a metal knee gouged in his kidney.
However, this specific Saturday found Roy waking up not under the weight of a limb across his chest but to the feeling of those sturdy fingers digging into his bucking hips. With one muscular flick, Ed's razor sharp tongue held the power to both smack the egotistical smirk off the proud face of the Fuehrer as well as cause Roy to utter sounds he always refused to later acknowledge.
All it took was one glance down to the bobbing flaxen head nestled between his legs to make Roy throw his head back in a deep throated grown.
Yeah….Roy would never complain.