So, this will probably be like a three-shotish thing...I came up with this idea, thanks to both Sims 2, and my friend Meep's chair, it's similar to the one in the story, however, I doubt it's been used in the way Roy and Ed use it. ^^
I hope you enjoy!
Edward sighed as he flopped down onto the large bed in the center of a musty motel room. He was on another mission by himself while Alphonse spent time with Winry in Risembool. The mission he had been sent on was to go to South City and ask a fellow state alchemist for a report that his commanding officer, and lover, needed to file.
Ed had just arrived in South City an hour ago and it had taken him forever to find the hotel Roy had suggested he stay in. Glancing around the small room, his face scrunched together in distaste. He couldn't find what Roy saw in this hotel. The bed was large, a king-size, but it...didn't feel quite right. The bathroom looked to be quite small, the mirror was cracked and neither the sink nor toilet seemed very sanitary. However the overly large bathtub, which took up most of the bathroom, looked spotless. And even odder, there was no shower head and appeared to be jets in the tub as well.
The lighting in the room came from two dull bedside lamps. Ed noted that beside one lamp was a bowl of wrapped chocolate candy and beside the other was a weird box that said "place two dollars here," and seemed to be connected to the bed. The window behind the drawn blinds was caked with dust and dirt and the view was of a dirty brick wall. Beside the window was an end table with a small black phone. Next to that, was a blue armchair.
'And it's hotter than hell in here, too!' Edward thought as he pulled off his tank top and slid out of his pants.
"Asshole...This has to be a joke," Edward huffed as he shuffled over to the phone. He didn't care that it was the middle of the workday and that Roy could possibly be working. He wanted to know why he was sent to this hotel of all places. The phone rang twice before he heard the familiar voice he had heard just a few short hours before.
"Colonel Roy Mustang speaking."
"Bastard, why the hell did you send me here?"
"Ah, Fullmetal. Oh, Lieutenant, you can just set those there. Please close the door on your way out..." Edward tapped his foot impatiently against the creaky floorboards. "Sorry about that. Why, don't you like it?" Ed growled, he could practically hear the smirk in his voice. He began to pace back and forth.
"It looks scummy and gross, and it smells funny here-"
"Edward." He stopped his rant as he heard the mirth in Roy's voice as he chuckled out his name. "Of course it's scummy, it's a love hotel."
Ed froze in his spot, "What do you mean 'love hotel'? There's nothing lovely about this place!"
"No, Ed. It's a place where people go to make love; screw; fuck; have se-"
"Why the hell did you send me here?" Ed screeched into the phone as he fell back into the seemingly innocent armchair. He slammed his arm down on the arm of it in anger. He jumped a little and dropped the phone into his lap as parts of the chair popped out. Worried that he'd broken it, he looked around the chair. He found that one had been a footrest to the chair, and the other...Well, it was attached to the arm of the chair and had five different knobs on it...Almost scary looking knobs.
"Edward, are you even listening to me?" Ed snatched up the phone and held it to his ear.
"Why the hell does this chair have these weird knobs on it?" There was a long pause.
"What room are you in?"
"Why does that ma-"
"Just answer."
"Sixty-nine. Why?"
"Edward, what are you wearing?" Ed's eyebrow rose at the question.
"How the hell does that answer my question, Bastard?"
"Just answer, Ed." Edward huffed.
"I just took off my shirt and pants. Did I mention it's hideously hot in here?"
"So you're only in your boxers, then?"
"Yes, you bastard. Why the fu-"
"Alright then set the timer to ten minutes. Then turn the knob labeled one." Huffing into the phone Edward did as he said.
"'Kay, so now that I have no idea what I just did, will you tell..." Edward trailed off and his eyes widened as he felt heat coming from the back and the seat of the chair.
"Edward," Roy spoke through the phone, "turn both the second and fourth knobs." Ed did as he was told and jumped a little as the back of the chair and the footrest came to life, moving against him. "Now, turn the third knob." Edward bit his lip as he did so and cried out in shock, almost dropping the phone again, as the seat began to vibrate beneath him. "Edward?"
"W-what the he-ll B-bast-ard," He could hear his voice shake with the vibrations.
"Now, Edward," Roy huskily whispered into the phone, "I want you to imagine that I'm beside you." Ed couldn't help but close his eyes and relax into the chair and do as Roy told him. "I trail my hand from under your chin to your nipple." Ed's hand did as Roy's would have. "I gently roll it in between my fingers as you throw your head back..." Edward did as Roy predicted and moaned softly into the phone, his eyes becoming hazy. He began to pant as sweat formed on his forehead from both the heat of the room and the chair. "Then I trace your chest and my hand falls to your growing, clothed erection." Edward let out a shaky whimper at how hard he was. "Then I move my hand into the front fold of your boxers to release it, slowly running a finger along it. I slowly lick the base of your neck..."
Edward lost himself; between the vibrations of the chair, Roy's silky voice gliding through the phone, and his own hand's ministrations, he could hardly keep a coherent thought in his head.
"B-bas," His breath hitched. "Bastard, you're enjoying this, aren't you?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about, Edward." Roy purred and Ed groaned loudly at the way Roy had said his name. "Besides, I'm almost positive you're getting much more pleasure out of this call than I am.
"Now, my hand dips unexpectedly back through your boxers. My fingertips softly brush against your sac. I toy with it for a moment before my hand returns to stroking your hardened cock from base to tip. Slowly." Roy emphasized the final word and Edward whined in protest as his hand followed the other's voice.
"Roy." A begging tone had crept into Ed's voice.
"I press my thumb against your leaking tip, and press down teasingly, before pumping you fast and hard." Ed tilted his head to the side unable to stop the moans from escaping his throat.
"R-Roy, I'm gon-na-"
"Come for me then, Edward." His last restraint left him as he cried out Roy's name into the phone, his seed coating his hand. Ed sank back into the vibrations of the armchair and sighed contently, relishing in his afterglow.
"Enjoy yourself?"
"Bastard," Ed murmured tiredly into the phone. "You never did say why you sent me here..."
"Worry about that later, Ed." Roy's soothing voice washed over him and his eyes closed. "I know you're tired, get some sleep, I'll see you soon." Ed sighed as the chair's movement slowed to a stop, adding to the tingles that danced over his body.
"Fine. Love you, Fuhrer Bastard."
"Love you too, Shortie." Roy had hung up before Ed could say anything. Not like he would have; he was much too out of it to care as much as he normally would have. Instead, he dropped the phone on the hook and proceeded to curl up into the chair and promptly fall asleep.