WARNING. Sex scene ahead.

Little hesitant to post this, since my last lemon/lime thing got taken down but...the idea is too good to pass up.

And you all knew this was coming.

Enjoy~


"You can't go on a road trip without stopping in a Podunk town," Falman announced.

Edward looked around. Yeah, it was a tiny town, but it was so alive. People were milling about the streets in the gathering dark, going from vendor to vendor. Lights were strung up on every stall, and Ed was pretty sure he saw some performers on a stage down the street.

Beside him, Roy laughed. "We picked a good time—it's festival season."

Ah. That explained it.

The group walked up to the first stall, which was selling sweet buns covered in powdered sugar. "Ohh, those look good!" Alphonse picked his out carefully, followed by everyone else.

Roy and Ed hung back from the group a bit, taking their time looking through the booths. Roy finished his bun in record time, while Edward was slower, munching thoughtfully as he browsed through a selection of hats.

He snorted, sugar poofing out in little clouds all over his face. Edward wasn't bothered though; with his clean hand, he grabbed a flimsy sailor's hat, tiptoeing to place it on Roy's head. He laughed again.

The man rolled his eyes, chuckling as well. He pulled out a napkin, dabbing at Ed's white face. "You're like a toddler, Ed."

"Oh, c'mon, don't tell me this atmosphere isn't getting to you too."

Roy just chuckled, placing the hat back and hurrying Edward along so they could catch up to everyone else, who was currently gathered in front of the stage Ed had spotted earlier.

The performers were gymnasts, nothing particularly fancy about them other than the streamers tied to their wrists and ankles. Edward looked up at Roy as the man murmured, "I liked your show better."

Roy was just glancing at Ed, but the words gave him an idea. Finishing his bun, Edward got to work on his hands, maintaining a careful eye contact with Roy. He slid his index finger into his mouth, sucking softly to get the powdered sugar off, allowing his tongue to flick out for a moment as he added his middle finger.

He had Roy's full attention.

But Ed could only keep it up for so long. He removed his two fingers, placed his thumb in his mouth to give it the same treatment. The man was still staring at him—good. Edward finished with a pop, glancing down at Roy's pants before snuggling up into his side. Roy wasn't the only one who could make something innocent sexual. Ed smiled with satisfaction, looking up to see that the performers had left, making way for a new show…

Fire eaters.

The man danced across the stage, twirling torches, shoving them down their throats... Edward could help but laugh, turning to Roy. "You'd do better."

The man grinned back at him, though his eyes were still dark. Evidently, Ed had affected him quite nicely.

They walked off, soon to be followed by the rest of the group.

"You know," Havoc started, "I still don't know what this festival is about…"

He got his answer quite suddenly. As they turned a corner, a large man with an even larger smile strode up to them. "It's the hot air balloon festival, of course! You not from around here?"

"No," Fuery answered. "We're from Central. Uhm, you said hot air balloons? I don't see any…"

The man grinned; briefly, Ed wondered how his muscles could stretch that far. "They're just around the corner; first set should be lifting off in a couple minutes."

Wait. Hot air balloons.

Edward gasped, turning and pulling on Roy's sleeve. "Can we go!?" he begged. "I've never flown in anything before, it would be so much fun—"

Roy laughed, placing his hands on Ed's shoulders. "Of course we can. You guys coming?"

Havoc rolled his eyes. "Yeah, we're coming."

Edward scampered ahead, for once acting like the child he was, but he didn't particularly care. Hot air balloons. He pulled Roy behind him, positively racing down the streets until he turned the corner—

They were bigger than he thought, though the basket looked as though it would only hold a few people. The attendant laughed. "You excited, kid?"

Jerked back to reality, Ed blushed at his behavior. "Uhm, yeah…"

Everyone caught up, and the attendant began counting. "Okay, three balloons."

Roy interrupted. "Would it be possible for me and my boyfriend—" there was an audible change in atmosphere at that; though it was obvious they were together, neither Roy nor Ed had ever used that word "—to go up in one alone."

The attendant, who looked a little shocked, nodded nonetheless. "Yeah, that'll work. Just head over to Rick, with the blue balloon."

Roy took the lead this time, and Ed followed behind, silently celebrating. Roy had called him his boyfriend

"Rick?" Roy asked. The man, wearing scuffed jeans and a red wife beater, looked up.

"Yup, that's me."

"What are the chances of you allowing me and this rascal to go up without you?"

Before Roy had finished, Rick was shaking his head. "Sorry, no can do. You have to have someone to fly the balloon."

Roy was insistent. "What if I told you I was commandeering it for military purposes?" he asked, pulling out his watch.

Rick's eyes grew wide, and he nodded. "Yeah, fine, fine." He backed away from the balloon, allowing Roy to guide Ed in. Edward, for his part, was just trying to figure out why Roy had been so forceful…

A minute later, when Roy started the fire, he forgot about everything.

Flying was amazing. They rose, and everything seemed to shrink—including the space between them, as Roy pressing himself up against Ed's back. Edward felt himself being spun around as he watched the other balloons join them, and then Roy's lips were on his.

Heat. The man was so warm, his mouth hard and domineering on Ed's. He found himself not minding, not in the slightest…this was even better than their first kiss—

Edward squeaked as he felt Roy's hands move under his shirt, feeling up his chest. Oh. Oh. That was nice.

Wanting to return the favor and more than a little curious, Ed allowed his fingers to travel over Roy's abs, further, shivering as the man began to caress him harder—

All he could see was fabric, as Roy pulled of his shirt, breaking their embrace. The man didn't stop there, raising his own shirt over his head…unbuckling his pants and pushing Edward down slightly, so that they kneeled on the floor of the basket.

Then kissing again. Ed couldn't think straight, everything felt so good, so electric. Suddenly Roy's mouth was on his neck, and he couldn't stop the moan from coming out. "R—Roy," he whimpered, hands tangling in the man's hair. "Are we…? Can we…?"

Roy paused in his ministrations, speaking as he pulled down his pants, gesturing for Ed to do the same. "We're alone. I've been dying to do this for days. Provided you want to, yes, we are."

Edward felt his face reddening, but nodded, yanking his jeans off. He stared at Roy, clad only in boxers just like himself. It wasn't until he saw the tent there that he became aware of his own raging hard on…

Roy pulled him into his lap, again attacking his lips, but Ed could only focus on the hardness beneath him. He rolled his hips, causing Roy to gasp into his mouth. The man's hands left his back, traveling around front, playing with the band of his boxers for a moment before reaching underneath.

"Oh!" Ed gasped. "Nng…"

"Does it feel good?" Roy whispered in his ear.

"Yes," Edward whimpered. "More."

The man complied, his hand speeding up. Ed found his breathing beginning to become labored, tiny moans escaping more and more frequently.

He was the one to make the next move, climbing off Roy to pull his boxers off. Edward hesitated only briefly, then removed his final clothing item. He hissed as his erection hit the cooling air, and heard Roy do the same.

They came together again. "Roy!" Ed groaned, as they ground against each other. "Fuck, Roy, I want you."

What he got was three fingers placed against his lips. Of course, Edward knew what they were for, and began sucking in earnest. Roy panted, watching him. "Do you have any idea how hot that is?"

In response, Ed bucked his hips, and they both cried out softly. Roy lifted his other hand, turning a knob and allowing the balloon to float in place. Just as he had earlier with his own finger, Edward released Roy's digits with a tiny popping noise.

A wet hand traveled to his back, further down. He squeaked as Roy grabbed his ass, before pushing the first finger in.

Pleasure. Oh, this was so good…"Roy," Ed moaned. "Oh, Roy, Roy, Roy…more…"

The man kissed his neck gently, pressing another finger in, and it just kept getting better. Edward was bucking now, moving up and down faintly, Roy's movements not enough. "Another," he begged.

"Ed," Roy murmured, "I was under the impression that this was supposed to hurt."

Edward blushed, enjoying the stretch of the man's third finger. "Okay, uhm—ah!—confession. I might-yes, right there, nngh—have done this to myself—nya, more—a few times."

Ed actually felt Roy's length throb beneath him. "You have no idea how pleasing a mental picture that is," the man breathed.

Edward couldn't be bothered to react to that, instead begging for more. "Please, Roy I want you…"

But the man was a tease. "Want me…?"

"Inside," Ed whispered. Roy, apparently satisfied, pushed him down, pulling his lower half onto his lap as he kneeled before Edward. Ed spread his legs, and nodded.

"Ahhh," he hissed. That was a little more than he was used to. "Keep—keep going."

And Roy did, pushing in until Edward was full. He panted for a moment, trying to loosen up. "O—okay. Go."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

Roy pulled back, kissed Ed hard, and then slammed in again—


Breda shook his head, trying to make sure he wasn't crazy. "Hey, Havoc?"

The other man turned to him. "Hmm?"

"Isn't that Roy and Ed's balloon?" he asked.

Havoc looked out. "The blue one?"

"Yeah. Why's it jerking like that?"


"Roy!" Ed screamed, digging his fingers into the man's arm. It felt so good, so much better than anything he'd managed himself. If there was a heaven, this was it. "Harder!"

And Roy was so eager to comply, bending over him and thrusting as fast, as hard as he could. Edward could hardly form words anymore between the noises floating out of his mouth. "Close—" he gasped. "Please."

Understanding, Roy moved his hand, grabbing Ed and pumping him. "Fuck—shit—I can't—ROY!" Edward shrieked, all the tension leaving him in one miraculous moment. Stars flashed in his eyes as pleasure overtook him. Dimly, he felt Roy remove himself, and then additional, warm jets across his stomach.

Ed lay there gasping for a moment before opening his eyes, staring at Roy, who collapsed beside him. "That—that was—"

"Fantastic," Roy breathed, pulling him close to kiss him gently. Ed smiled.

"Yeah."

After a short while, Roy began to gather up their clothes, wincing sympathetically when Edward let out a tiny yelp. "Sorry," he murmured.

Ed shook his head, using another napkin from Roy's pockets—had he planned this, or something?—to clean his stomach off before pulling on his boxers. "It was worth it."

Roy grinned, nodded, and fiddled with the controls, bringing them in for a landing.

Edward couldn't quite believe what had just happened. A sudden, probably unreasonable worry filled him. "Roy?" he murmured hesitantly.

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

Roy's smile could have lit up their balloon, and any concern of this just being physical vanished. "Love you too, Ed. More than anything."


That night, everyone was too afraid to comment on Roy's decision to carry Edward into the hotel.


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