I know. This is probably the short chapter*cough*paragraph*cough*. Once I finish taking my class, I can devote my time to writing what you people want: sweet man-on-boy action :D
Roy couldn't believe it. Ed, Mount Vesuvius personified, was quiet.
"Are you guys having some sort of bet or something? Ed's being acting funny recently."
Hawkeye shook her head.
"Why," she asked absent-mindedly as she returned to the task at hand.
"He just seemed a little off. That's all I'm a little worried."
Hawkeye sighed," Perhaps he's lonely. Al has been gone for about two months. I wouldn't be surprised if he was acting out or something for some attention."
Roy pursed his lips.
"Sooo. What exactly do I need to do?"
"Talk to him. Take him out to dinner. I don't know!"
"And stop worrying about Ed when you haven't touched those damn papers. Get your ass back to work," she growled, "NOW."
"Will you stop that," breathed Ed, wiggling with nervous energy, "Roy's gonna be here in an hour."
"Oh, don't worry about. Everything's been prepped, Envy simpered,"And besides, I only want to make sure everything runs smoothly tonight."
"You'll keep your hands to yourself, won't you?"
"MMmmmmmm-god! Stop fucking around with the remote!"
Envy glanced at the clock hanging above the bed.
"Sure," Envy chuckled, "That reminds me. I need to stick the roast in the oven."
As he sauntered out of the room, Envy could help but have a little more fun until their guest came. Sticking a hand in his pocket, he twisted a dial that just so happened to be on the remote of a certain vibrator that was lodged in a certain blond boy. Listening closely, Envy could hear soft moans and grunts.