Paper cut

When he came to the office this morning and found his favorite pen lost amongst the paper sea, Hawkeye carefully pointed out that signing a few reports maybe wasn't such a bad idea. Several hours later Mustang was still bent over his desk signing the reports furiously, while the neglected stack of paperwork never seemed to get any smaller. At noon, Full metal had stopped by to leave the latest report on their success with the philosopher's stone. Instructed to sit still and wait for Mustang to sign a large report on alchemy-research, Ed was trying to be as noisy as possible.

"Full metal, stop doing that" Mustang didn't bother to look up when he heard the sound of Ed's hands clasping together.

"What! Why?" Ed sighed and fell back in the couch.

"Because it's annoying" Mustang put the report aside and dug into a large box looking for a file on one of the scientists. He immediately regretted his action when he cut his finger on a paper; he scorned under his breath and turned to look at Ed.

"Can you help me?" he muttered, sucking on his finger.

Ed looked at him, blinking twice as if not really understanding him. Mustang repeated the question, sounding more demanding. Ed slowly nodded and strolled across the room, not looking at Mustang but rather focusing on the floor. Mustang brushed it off as Full metal being grumpy and turned his attention to the box, pointed and started to say:

"I want you to loo-" Mustang's index finger was suddenly surrounded by a warm mouth, surprised to see Ed's closed eyes on his other side sucking his paper cut finger tenderly "whoa, Full metal what are you doing?" Ed opened his eyes, face suddenly blushing hard.

"I-eh-you-said-you-you-you-wanted-me-to-help-me-and-I-did"

"I meant the box, Full metal, the box" Mustang sighed, and buried his face in the non-cut hand trying not to focus on the growing hardness between his legs. He heard Ed rush for the door, apparently thinking he was brushed of. Mustang felt his body ache at the thought of leaving it this way, he whistled to get Ed's attention.

"I'm sorry, I just thought, I mean you sounded like-" Ed began, clutching his fists on the verge of burning up from humiliation.

"Turn around" Mustang demanded. At the sight of Ed's features, the golden eyes, the blonde hair and the uniform which always had turned him on, Mustang smirked and held out his finger:

"I have to say, you we're doing a good job, lock the door and get over here damn quickly"