Low-rider

The low-rider wasn't suited for the bumpy roads they were currently traveling on. The rear kept hitting things, which caused Mustang to jump in the air every time. The mission was supposed to take less than a day, but with the current speed they weren't getting very far. Thankfully Mustang didn't leave the car at every single noise, but at least one out of three times.

There was nothing but road, dessert and stone as far as his eyes could see. A depressing sight from which Ed had to stare down on his feet to avoid. Mustang pulled the keys out, last time he left them in Ed managed to get pretty far before feeling bad about the colonel and stopped. The later one didn't appreciate the joke; Ed got some pretty bad burn marks on his flesh-arm.

"Colonel-bastard we aren't going to make it back to central before dark if you keep this paste" Ed pointed out, sighing at the colonel for stopping again.

"I know Full metal, just shut up" Mustang disappeared from the front seat and bent down to look under the car. He fumbled with a pipe, checked the exterior several times to detect any scratches before being satisfied and gracefully slid into the car again.

"Oh you must have practiced that a thousand times" Ed mocked him. Mustang merely snorted at him ignorantly and got the motor running.

"Colonel!" Ed grasped, half-seriously joking with the unsuspecting colonel.

"Huh? What!" Mustang hit the brakes hard, causing Ed to hit the windshield with a large boom. There was a moment of silence and Mustang catching his breath before going into full-fletched panic:

"Are you okay?" he started fussing.

"Yeah, but my head hurts-" Ed started, "What the hell! Do you care more about the car than a person's life?"

Mustang had got out of the car, patting it tenderly to check the damages. He removed his ignition gloves to get an even better sense of touch and started to manically search every inch of the exterior. Ed, angry and fed up about his behavior jumped out of the car.

"Bastard I am talking to you!" he bawled. Mustang looked at him, ignored the furious face and continued his examination. Ed calved up his arms, clasped his hand together and hit the closest object on the car that he reached.

"Full metal, what the hell!" he heard Mustang shriek from the back. In a matter of seconds Mustang was in the front, looking at the big, ugly signature-head Ed always made when irritated.

"That's for making me hit my head in the windshield" Ed childishly stated, arms crossed. Mustang's anger couldn't measure even in the Richer scale, trying not to strangle Ed he screamed in the younger ones face:

"Then what about going home? Do you think you can transform it back? No! Cause we don't have any gas anymore, it has leaked out in the ground so unless you dig faster then fluid is running we're fucking stuck here"

Mustang had realized, after several hours of screaming, that no one was going to come for them anytime tonight. He gave up and decided that to sleep in the car until someone came looking for them was probably for the best. Still irritated, Mustang had advised Ed to sleep outside, rather on the road so the first by passer would drive over him and stop to pick Mustang up. Ed had protested loudly, claiming that he could get cold from staying outside all night, it was autumn after all. 'Dogs stay outside when they piss their master off' Mustang had replied sourly and slammed the doors to the car in Ed's face.

At first the cold was acceptable, but several hours later Ed knocked on the door, frozen to the bone.

"Colonel-bastard…"

"Shut up" Mustang replied, dazed.

"Colonel…"

"Shut up"

"Mustang…"

"Shut up. I'm not considering you even an associate at the moment, before you make things even worse I suggest that tiny mouth of yours stay quiet for the rest of the night" he heard Mustang move around inside, the car shaking slightly.

"But I just wanted to ask you something" Ed's voice was shaky; he clutched his fists tightly to stop the shivering. He felt the car move again, and moved to the side to allow Mustang to open the door.

"What do you want?" Mustang stated when he opened the door. His face was barely visible in the darkness around them, but Ed could tell by the tone that the colonel wasn't particularly angry anymore. Ed felt the warmth streaming from the colonel's body and like a mal attracted to light, Ed crawled into Mustangs arms, clutching to it. At first Mustang was stiff of complete shock. But he composed himself rather quickly, and was able to shut the door tight.

"Full metal, what is this supposed to mean?" he whispered. But by the fire building up inside him, he knew exactly what this was. He removed his gloves and jacket with little effort and felt Ed switching position and snuggle against his chest with his arms around Mustang's waist. Mustang grasped for air, tempted to push him away before he heard Ed whisper something. He leaned closer and asked the blonde to repeat it again.

"I'm sorry" Ed whispered and turned his head to look up on Mustang. They glared at each other in the darkness, none of them actually visualizing the other but feeling the tension. Both of their heart rates were increasing as were Ed's breath. When Mustang shifted Ed into a more comfortable position in his lap, Ed panted out loud. Without further instructions or interruptions Mustang hungrily dipped his head and catched the lips of Ed with his own. Ed grasped and immediately answered hungrily. The sensation of the soft lips caused Mustang's south parts to throb, approving of the situation. Ed started pushing against him, accidentally stroking over Mustang's length several times and in the same time letting Mustang feel the boy's arousal against his torso. Provoked, Mustang took the kiss deeper and entered Ed's mouth with his tongue.

"This means we're okay?" Ed laughed between the passionate kissing.

"Then you have to work harder" Mustang panted and felt Ed's hand moving into his pants. He moaned and decided to let the boy make it up to him.