Just Once?
Chapter 1
Circumstances
Edward Elric burst through the door of the small hotel room with Roy Mustang quick behind him. He was thoroughly pissed off. Not only had he shared a long and horribly boring train ride with the man he so lovingly referred to as "the bastard", but the lone hotel in the podunk town they'd arrived at only had one room available. So here he was, having to share a room with the Colonel, the bastard.
Ed stopped dead in his tracks as his amber eyes took in the room's sparse furnishings. He gasped, seeing the one lonely bed sitting in the center of the room. "God damn-it, what kind of a stupid place is this?" he yelled.
Roy stepped in and stood beside the diminutive blond. "Well Ed, looks like there's only one bed and it's so small, it'd barely fit you." He strolled forward and laid his suitcase on the bed, preparing to make himself comfortable. He hesitated, as if waiting for sparks that were sure to fly.
"What do you mean I'm so small that I'd even fit in a bed made for a doll house!" Ed screamed, jumping up and down. His face turned beet red with anger at the taller man.
"Well, Ed, I may be a little too . . . uh, TALL for this bed, but since I'm the commanding officer, I guess I'll have to take it. You can sleep on the floor," Roy said, with smug confidence, while opening his suitcase and taking out his pajamas.
Anger swelled in Ed's chest. Lifting his arms, he clapped, ran over to Roy, and smacked his pajamas. A sudden flash illuminated the room as the pajamas turned from dark blue to bright pink with a few ruffles thrown in for effect. Ed snickered at his handiwork and the stunned look on the Colonel's face.
Roy collected himself and turned, with his usual calmness, to face Edward. "Ed, that was just not nice." A cockroach scurried across the floor, making him grin. "Hope you like sleeping with cockroaches."
"Wha—" A long brown beetle scampered from under the bed to the corner of the room. If there was one thing Ed hated more than milk, it was bugs, and big bugs were even worse. He faced Roy again, alarmed, and grabbed his arm, pulling insistently up and down on the sleeve of his blue military jacket. "Uh, Roy, um, c-can I s-sleep in the b-bed p-please?"
"No," Roy said with a wicked grin.
"Aw c'mon, Roy, you can't be that bastardly. You wouldn't really make me sleep on the floor with—" Another, larger cockroach sprinted across the wooden planks of the floor. Ed yelped and leapt onto the bed with such speed it left Roy's black bangs a bit mussed. Ed sat himself down on the navy-blue bedspread cross-legged and glared at the Colonel.
Roy corrected the out of place hairs with precision. "Fullmetal, get out of my bed." He glared back at Ed with dark eyes.
Ed pointed at the floor with a look of terror on his face. "No. You can't make me sleep with those, those things." There was no way in hell he was going to sleep on the floor with those nasty bugs running about. He'd rather take his chances sleeping in close quarters with the man he hated.
Roy sighed. "Damn-it, Okay, Ed. I guess I can't have you catching some disease from those things and then giving it to me on the train tomorrow. I'll let you sleep in the bed with me. But, only if you promise me something."
"What?" Ed knew whatever it was would be near impossible for him to do.
"You can't laugh when I put on these hideous pajamas," Roy said. "If you do, I swear I'll throw you on the floor." The sternness in his voice reiterated his threat. He looked pained.
Fighting with all his might to hold back his laughter, Ed put his flesh hand up to his mouth and pressed hard to hold it in. When he calmed himself, his voice was still strained with suppressed laughter. "Sure, Mustang, no problem. Hey, could you hand me my suitcase?" He purposely used as sweet a voice as he could muster.
Roy grudgingly handed Ed's suitcase to him.
"Thanks." Ed opened his suitcase and fumbled through it for his pajamas.
Roy undressed and stepped into his pink pajama bottoms, glancing at Ed's now bare chest. He's filled out a bit, he thought. Nice. What the hell was he thinking? This was Ed he was gawking at.
Mustang looked at him, Ed thought, smugly. Maybe he likes what he sees. Oh, why would he care about that? Stop it, Ed. Ed pulled his blue shorts up over his boxers and took a quick peek at Roy's lean muscular back. Something about it made him feel a little strange. He had to keep his eyes on what he was doing. Ed pulled a white T-shirt over his head and climbed off the bed.
"Oh, no you don't. That bathroom is mine." Roy raced Ed for the bathroom and easily made it before him.
Ed could only watch while Roy shut the door in his face. "Don't take all night in there." Ed huffed and turned around. A cockroach raced into the closet. Ed screeched and ran for the bed. As he sat down to wait for Mustang's appearance from the bathroom, he clearly heard Roy's laughter through the door. "It's not funny, Colonel Bastard."
After a few minutes, Roy emerged and stepped lightly to the bed. "Your turn, wimp."
Ed glared at Roy while he climbed off the bed and scampered into the bathroom. He peeked back out at Roy to glare at him one last time before closing the door. While Ed brushed his teeth, his gaze became transfixed on the bottle of mouthwash Mustang had put on the counter. Ed never used that sort of thing, but tonight, for some reason it seemed like a good idea. He didn't want the Colonel to tease him about bad breath, did he? After spitting out his toothpaste, he used the mouthwash and walked back out to the bed.
Ed climbed under the covers.
Roy had been rummaging in his suitcase and finally brought it to the closet.
Ed watched the Colonel in his ridiculous outfit, holding back chuckles as best he could, really not wanting to sleep on the floor. He waited impatiently for Roy to climb in with him. "Hurry up Roy, I'm tired."
"I never thought you'd be in such a hurry to go to bed with me, Fullmetal," Roy said, just before he turning out the dome light on the ceiling.
Anger swelled in Ed's chest. He certainly did not want to go to bed with Roy. He just didn't want to sleep with the hugely enormous bugs. In his mind, that made Roy just slightly better than a cockroach, right? Then why was his pulse quickening at the thought of having Roy lie down next to him?
The bed dipped as Roy slid under the covers.
Ed's breath hesitated. "I'm not exactly enjoying this you pervert." He turned over hard, bouncing the bed as he faced the wall. He positively didn't want Roy to notice the swelling starting in his pajama shorts.
Roy decided he'd be more comfortable if he faced the same direction as Ed, so he turned on his side facing Ed's back. He was still feeling uneasy. The bed was so small he was practically pressed up against Ed's backside. He threw the covers down slightly in an attempt to get some air. "Damn, it's hot in here," he muttered. His nerves were on fire having Ed so close to him, like his skin was on overdrive.
"Mustang, open a window. I'm boiling." Heat prickled his back from having Mustang so close behind him. It made him question now if there was any way he was going to get to sleep tonight at all. His senses advised him of Mustang's every move, every breath.
Roy climbed out of bed and opened the window, letting the moon illuminate the room and allowing cool air to enter. Normally, he wouldn't oblige Edward, but he had to get away from him so he could collect himself. He returned to his position and tried to think of something other than the enticing silhouette of the young man lying in front of him.
Hearing tiny scratches from the bugs moving underneath them, Ed involuntarily crept backwards in the bed. He was terrified one would find it's way on top of them. Suddenly, something solid pressed up against his behind. "Roy, get your damn knee out of my ass."
Roy flushed with embarrassment. "Why are you backing up to me? Stay on your own side of the bed, or reap the consequences." He tried to pull himself away from Ed's body, but he really had nowhere to go.
"What do you mean by that?" Ed asked, tilting slightly. The action caused him to get a better feel of what was hitting him in the behind. Oh God, that's not a knee, he realized. He grew flustered and blushed instantly. "What the hell are you doing back there, Mustang? That better not be a hand." At the same time, he realized, he really wanted it to be Roy's hand. The sensual feel of a hand caressing his behind flooded his senses. He let out a soft gasp. What was the matter with him, thinking about Mustang that way?
A hand, huh, Roy wondered? Maybe he should tell Ed the truth. If it was a disaster, he could always say he was joking. "Ed, that's not my hand." He thrust his hips into Ed's backside, grinning.
Roy's solid erection distinctly made itself known on Ed's backside. Unable to move for a moment, Ed was horrified and aroused at the same time. Suddenly, he whirled in the bed and thrust himself up, throwing blankets and covers in a mismatched heap at his feet. "You pervert! I can't believe you would do something like that," he shouted, with a face a shade of red almost not humanly possible.
Roy rolled to his back and raised himself onto his elbows, clearly seeing Ed's arousal through the light filtering in through the window. "Really, and how about the tent in your shorts, eh, Fullmetal?" A smug grin played on his face.
Letting out a sharp gasp, Ed looked down. He immediately covered his groin with his hands. What should he do? He certainly couldn't look at Roy. "S-stop it, Mustang." His voice squeaked.
Roy felt strangely vindicated. He had Edward in an awkward, yet rewarding position. "So, you playing with yourself now, Fullmetal? Can't seem to control yourself around me?"
Rage sparked in Ed's chest. He didn't understand why his body reacted this way and he didn't need Mustang harassing him about it like this. As he turned in the bed, he lashed out at the Colonel, clapping his hands together and lunging forward to put them on Roy's chest.
Roy seized Ed's wrists, flipped him onto his back, and straddled him, pinning his thrashing body to the bed.
The underside of Roy pressed against Ed's solid length, presenting him with delicious pressure and friction. He fought the pleasure between his legs. He wanted to thrust into it, but he knew it was wrong. Instead, he thrashed, letting the movement serve as an outlet for his mounting frustration.
Ed's erection teased Roy as it slide through thin fabric just under his sac. It was all he could do to keep himself from ravaging him. His feelings disturbed him. He knew he'd always held a strange fascination for Edward, but the strong feelings enveloping him were not expected. Now he realized all the mental sparring the two engaged in over the years was really just a cover for pent up sexual tension. "Ed, calm down. Just stop, please."
Slowly, Ed's movements began to relax, until he lay panting and glaring up at Roy.
Not thinking, Roy lowered his head to Ed's face.
Ed watched, in horror and captivation, Roy's soft lips descending on his own. On impulse, Ed shoved Roy to the side and flung him onto his back. He quickly rolled on top of Roy and crushed his lips with his own.
Shocked, Roy's eyes grew wide under Ed's long hair. He thought the Ed didn't like him? He never imagined Ed would take control of the situation this way. Roy tried to draw himself back, not sure he liked Edward having the upper hand.
Ed held the kiss, moaning his pleasure with the situation and attempting to part Roy's lips.
Roy submitted, increasing the contact between them. He opened his lips and pushed his tongue into Ed's mouth, allowing himself to taste Ed fully.
Ed began to thrust his hips, grinding into Roy, supplying friction as their erections rubbed against each other through thin cloth.
Suddenly, Ed released his hold and quickly rolled over.
Roy gazed at Ed.
Ed sat, very close and still, with his knees drawn up to his chest and his arms resting across them. He stared at the wall in front of him.
Roy winced. What should he say? What just happened between them? Roy sat up in the bed, still feeling self-conscious in the pink pajamas, but that was of lower priority at the moment. He reached a hand out and let it rest on Ed's flesh arm, giving it a tender squeeze.
Ed almost looked at Roy, but found he couldn't, not yet.
"Ed, what was that? What are we doing here?"
"I-I don't know, probably nothing. Just leave me alone, okay?" Ed's voice wavered. An internal battle waged in his head between his desire and conscience. Damn this small bed, he thought. Damn this stupid hotel and damn those bugs. If it weren't for the situation, he'd be pleasantly asleep by now instead of aching for the touch of his superior officer.
"It wasn't nothing, Ed, that was definitely something," Roy said in a smooth and calm voice. Seeing as how Ed didn't pull away from the hold he had on his arm, Roy decided to gently tug him down onto his back.
Ed complied, sighing and lifting his arm to rest across his forehead.
Roy lay back down next to Ed on his side, facing him. He watched for some sort of signal, but Ed gave him nothing. He ran a timid finger across Ed's chest, drawing a playful line over his shirt, back and forth and down to the top of his shorts. As his hand moved lower, he noticed Ed's breathing grow heavy and saw his obvious arousal. Should he, he wondered? Ed didn't stop him and his senses were filled with the scent of him, with the stunning way his body glowed in the moonlight. Maybe just once, he thought.
Ed ached for Roy's hand to go lower, to touch him where he'd only touched himself. He'd never felt so out of control or done anything so crazy before. Maybe if he just lay here, Roy would decide what to do. He didn't have any experience in these things anyway, not even with girls.
Leaning down, Roy brought his lips close to Ed's. "Ed, I don't think it would hurt anything just to indulge ourselves this one time."
Ed's arm lowered back down to his side.
Roy searched for a further reason to make the illicit act acceptable. "It's not like we're going to be able to sleep now if we don't." Ed's lips pressed softly against his own, closing the gap. He pushed into the kiss, intensifying the contact.
Roy's lips opened and a tongue explored the inside of Ed's mouth. He let his own tongue wander into the Roy's, probing, prodding, and deepening the kiss. Skilled hands roamed all over his body, making him moan and writhe with passion on the bed. Roy's hand trailed a path down between his legs. It was about time the bastard did something to address the aching in his groin, he thought. He let a loud moan escape as Roy stroked him through his shorts. He never imagined it would feel so good to have this done to him.
Roy increased the speed of his palm on Ed's length. Finding his reaction incredibly arousing, he thrust his hips into Ed's side. The delicious pressure sent pleasure washing over him. Roy had never touched another man before and wasn't entirely sure what he should do, so he took his cues on how he'd handle it if Ed were a woman. But, Ed wasn't a woman. Ed was much more receptive to taking things a lot further than a woman would ever be. He stroked Ed's erection like he would his own, letting his palm come down over Ed's sac and back up to the head, swirling and squeezing.
Ed let out another loud moan, feeling his need heighten.
Roy briefly left Ed's erection and reached around his side for his flesh hand. He brought it down on himself and guided Ed's hand to move over him with the speed and pressure he liked. He resumed stroking Ed, keeping rhythm with Ed's hand. He brought his mouth down to his Ed's chin and over his neck, licking and sucking along the way.
Ed began to tremble and jerk his hips. Roy's palm made his groin tingle and hum and he felt his climax just under the surface. "R-Roy, I-I'm—" Suddenly, he gasped as he surged into Roy's hand, surrendering to sweet spasms, wetting his pajama bottoms in the process. As it ended, he lay still. "Damn . . . " He sighed. He didn't want to do that already, but pleasuring Roy sent him over the edge.
"Ed, don't stop, please, go faster." Seeing Ed climax pushed Roy to the brink. Ed couldn't stop now, he thought.
Ed worked his hand over Roy quicker and harder. He waned to make Roy release.
Roy's body became rigid as he thrust into Ed's palm, letting a loud moan escape into the room. His sensitivity heightened. Pleasure seared through him. His peak came rushing forth, making him gasp as delicious contractions consumed his body. When it slowed, he lay on his back and fought to gain control of his breathing. "Shit, Ed, that was incredible, who would have thought?" Grinning, all sorts of illicit ideas invaded his head now the initial shock of doing those things with another man were over.
Ed lay on the bed next to Roy, no longer afraid to feel his body touching him. "Well, don't get any ideas, Mustang. It was a one time thing, remember?" He wondered if he'd really be able to leave it at that. He thought about cleaning himself off and remembered the obnoxious bugs roaming the floor. "Colonel? Would you get me a, something to clean off with?" His voice was surprisingly sweet.
"Get it yourself." Roy would never admit it, but he was a little peeved to think Ed didn't want to do this again. It made him feel a little rejected.
"Damn-it, Mustang, I don't like those freaking bugs and they don't seem to bother you any," Ed whined.
Roy sighed. "Shit, you are such a baby." Roy climbed out of bed and went into the bathroom. He turned on the light and Edward's shriek filled the room. Chuckling, he turned around as he realized Ed must have seen a few bugs run from the light and really was scared of them. He quickly cleaned himself off and gazed at himself in the mirror. As his eyes roamed his newly pink pajamas, his anger flared again. He had to think of a way to get Ed back for this.
Ed watched Roy and snickered at the sight of him in his pink pajamas, contemplating if he should transmutate all of Roy's clothes pink just to irritate him. He saw Roy wet a washcloth and disappear for a moment behind the wall.
Roy flicked the bathroom light off, returned to the bed, and held out the washcloth to Ed with a wicked grin on his face.
"Turn around." Ed didn't feel comfortable exposing himself to Roy even after what they'd shared.
Roy turned around.
Ed took a second glance at Roy. Why did he have that devious look on his face, Ed wondered? Ed pulled his shorts down and rubbed the washcloth over himself. Suddenly, tiny scratchy legs scampered across his groin and one of his thighs. A shrill scream filled the air of the hotel room, rang out through the open window, and into the chill night air, causing a dog to bark off in the distance. Leaping up to his feet, Ed started a frantic dance. "Goddamn-it, Mustang, I swear I'll kill you for this!" His feet stomped wildly over the bedcovers. "Come here and get that thing out of our bed!"
Roy laughed so hard, tears streamed down his cheeks. Bent over, he practically crawled back to the main room's light switch and flicked it on.
Ed screamed again as more bugs scattered.
Still doubled over, Roy laughed so hard no sound came out of his mouth.
Ed's frenzied hands swiped all over his body, swatting at imaginary creatures. Finally, his motions slowed. Glaring at Roy, he stepped over to sit on the headboard.
Roy wiped at his eyes and straightened. "Oh, my, God, that, was, funny."
Ed couldn't speak, he was so furious. Instead, he crossed his arms on his chest. After looking around the room and not seeing any more cockroaches, he relaxed a little. It finally dawned on him just how stupid he must have looked. He smiled and the smile turned into a low chuckle. "Get your ass over here and check these sheets, I'm not lying down again until you do." He did his best to sound serious.
Roy did feel a little sympathy for Ed's apparent cockroach phobia, so he did as he was told. When every sheet, blanket and pillow had been lifted and inspected to Ed's liking, he turned the lights back off and climbed back in bed, sliding into the same position they'd started at before.
Ed backed up against Roy and pulled Roy's arm around his body.
Grinning, a sort of calm happiness surrounded Roy.
"Roy?"
"Yes, Ed?"
"Don't ever do that again, Okay? I mean the bug thing." Ed cringed inside and cuddled closer into Roy's chest as he remembered the scratchy legs on his skin.
"So, the kissing and fondling, that would be acceptable?" Roy smirked.
Ed closed his eyes and let sleep take him.