KissMeDeadlyT-T: *breathes heavily* 810 reviews what is happening aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
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Title: Sweet nothings
Rating: T + (nothing explicitly smutty happens but there's like… sexual themes.)
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Ed released a long sigh and allowed his muscles to finally relax underneath the soothing hot spray of water. It warmed his skin as it slid over his tense body and hit the floor loudly with a sound reminiscent of heavy rain.
He'd just returned from work – now that he didn't work for the military anymore, he had a temporary job with a construction crew and they had no qualms working him to the bone. Secretly, he was happy with it; he didn't think he'd be able to handle doing a job that didn't involve a lot of physical work. He'd grown up doing tough labor and sore muscles were his norm. Still, it always felt nice to come home and take a nice, long, hot shower to help him relax.
It was the first thing he'd done as soon as he'd stepped into the two-story house that, after over two years, he'd finally started to allow himself to accept was his home. He'd stripped off his sweaty clothes as he hurried to the second floor bathroom and jumped into the shower. He could imagine Roy would be pissed by the trail of grimy clothes leading from the front door and up the stairs, but with the way the water was hitting his back, he didn't care.
He sighed again, closing his eyes and tilting his face up so the water sprayed the crown of his head. He lifted tired arms to pull his hair over one shoulder and lazily ran his fingers through the knotted strands, before letting them fall back to his sides as he turned to face the water instead. He didn't know how long he stood there in bliss, just allowing his sore muscles to relax, but he did know that this had to be something close to heaven.
Groaning, he rubbed at a sore spot in his lower back – he must have pulled a muscle or something. It shot pain up his spine every time he moved. With a grimace, he gave up trying to massage it and was reaching to grab the shampoo when suddenly two strong arms encircled his waist.
He let out a startled yelp. His reflexes from earlier years when there were constantly attacks on his life made him whirl around and press his assailant to the wall, one fist raising to strike. It took barely one second for him to recognize his mistake, and with a scowl, he backed off from the wide grin and glittering black eyes and back into the water.
"You're home early," he murmured. His voice sounded gruff, but he was secretly pleased.
Roy hummed and slid his arms around his waist again, pulling them close together. Ed felt a flush warm his face and ducked his head against the water, hoping it would hide it.
"Pity you didn't scream," Roy said quietly, planting a soft kiss at that sensitive spot behind Ed's ear. "I love it when you scream for me."
Ed jerked his elbow back and nudged his ribs. "I don't scream, jerk," he said, voice hot with embarrassment. Then, he gruffly admitted, "Scared the shit out of me, though. I didn't expect you to be home for another hour." He tried to grab the shampoo again, but a delicate kiss planted to one of his old automail scars on his shoulder made him tremble and drop his arm.
"I finished early," Roy said, still in that low, soft tenor that made Ed's flesh limbs feel like jelly. "I knew you'd be tired, so I wanted to come home and take care of you." The words held a sensual implication, as did the hands that had wandered up to massage at his tense shoulders. "Either way," he continued, and Ed nearly whimpered when their bodies came into full chest-to-back contact, "you should have known it was me."
"Bad memories I guess," Ed replied vaguely. "It was just a surprise to feel someone else touching me."
He could feel the grin on his ear. "You were touching yourself?"
With Roy's voice like that, Ed kind of wish he had been. "Not like that, bastard," he snarked, jerking his elbow back into Roy's ribs again as his cheeks flushed crimson.
Roy grinned wider and allowed one hand to slowly slide up Ed's side, knowing exactly how sensitive he was there. Sure enough, despite his best efforts, Ed found himself leaning into the touch and sighing.
"How do you do that, anyway?" he muttered.
"Do what?"
There slow caresses were making him almost unbearably hot. Swallowing, he said, "You walk so quietly."
Roy chuckled. "I don't do it on purpose. Sorry, I'll try to act more like you and stomp everywhere, if that's what you want."
"I don't stomp," Ed retorted indignantly.
Roy pulled back, still grinning, and reached over him to grab the shampoo. "How was your day?" he asked lightly, squirting some into his palm and waiting for it to warm. Once it had, he returned the bottle to the shelf and began rubbing the soap into Edward's scalp until it became a frothy lather.
Ed released a pleased sigh as his muscles relaxed further. If there was one thing he loved, it was having his hair played with; having it massaged by his lover was even better. "Shit," he replied. "It was like any other day and it sucked. How was yours?"
Roy laughed a bit. "Quiet," he said. "It's strange without you there."
"You know I had to quit," Ed murmured, shivering as Roy's fingers tugged at knots in his hair. "We— this isn't illegal anymore, and now you won't lose your job over me. So don't bitch about my lack of awesomeness in your office, because it left a hell of a lot more room for my awesomeness in the rest of your life."
Roy snorted. "Eloquently put, darling."
Ed jerked his elbow back once again but didn't answer, instead allowing a soft smile to curve his lips as Roy's fingers continued massaging his scalp. One of these days, he was gonna smack Roy for the pet names. One of these days.
He felt himself abruptly be turned around and stumbled and nearly slipped. He caught himself on Roy's arms and flashed a glare upwards. "What the hell?" he grumbled, even as his body was pulled flush to Roy's chest.
"Sorry," the man said quietly, but his eyes sparkled in a way that suggested he wasn't really. He tilted Ed's head backwards into the water and ran his fingers through his hair again, rinsing the soap. "You know," he mused, warm breath tickling Ed's cheek. "You're still so small."
Ed's breathing had started to come quicker now that they were face-to-face, but he managed to keep him hidden. It took him a moment to understand what Roy had said, but once he did, he smacked his arm and scowled. "Five seven is normal, jerk."
"You're still a shrimp."
"Stop making fun of me, you ass-monkey."
Roy laughed. "That's a new one, I think." He grinned. "I'm not making fun of you. I'm just pointing out facts and keeping the conversation ball rolling."
"…You're still an ass," Ed muttered.
"Don't misunderstand me," Roy pulled back and then gently pressed Ed against the tiled shower wall, smiling a bit when he heard Ed's breath hitch nervously. "I love that you're so small. I love how you can't reach the glasses from the top shelf without going on your toes. I love how you can curl up on my lap and read and sit like that for hours. I love that when we lay together, you fit perfectly against me." With each word, he moved closer, until their lips were almost touching – his curled up into a sweet, devious grin while Ed's were sucked nervously between his own teeth. "I love that I have to lean down to kiss you, like this," he brushed their lips together, "and I love it when you reach your arms up and pull me down."
Ed froze and dropped his arm once he realized he was doing exactly what Roy was saying. He felt his cheeks heat up again. "Don't," he managed to choke out through that strange lump that always appeared in his throat when Roy talked sweet like this. It made his limbs feel like jelly and his stomach flutter and his heart thunder in his chest. "Don't say that kinda shit," he breathed, averting his eyes from Roy's, which were shining with genuine love that Ed still didn't know how to deal with properly. "Not unless—" He stopped himself abruptly, flushing again, before muttering, "Jeez, did you have a bad day or what, if you're acting like this…"
Roy ignored the snarky question, eyes crinkling in poorly-repressed mirth. "Not unless what?"
"N-nothing." Damn it, even after all this time together, Ed still stuttered when he was nervous. Sometimes he really hated himself.
"You can tell me," Roy coaxed gently, but the way he was grinning told Ed that he knew exactly what Ed was thinking.
"I-it's just— you can't… just sweet-talk me like that without expecting this!" Ed blurted. His face was absolutely burning and he could only hope that Roy thought it was from the hot shower. Of course, Roy knew him better than that by now, and he was not fooled for an instant.
"Expecting what?" he teased, massaging his fingers along Ed's scalp again and no Ed's eyes totally did not just roll back into his head…
"This," Ed growled in frustration, bucking his hips off the wall and sliding his hardness against Roy's thigh. "Do something," he breathed. "Are you just gonna keep me pressed up against the wall like this and sweet-talk me without touching me?"
Roy's grin broadened until his eyes did the little crinkly things at the sides that Ed absolutely adored. "I didn't know that talking sweet gets you hot, but if that's what you want…" He leaned forward, ignoring Ed's shut-the-fuck-up glare, and brushed their mouths lightly together. "Then by all means, my love."
If he wasn't watching Ed's reactions so intently, he might have missed him roll his eyes, might have missed the beautiful flush that flared across his clear cheeks and freckled nose. It just made him grin wider, pressing a soft, barely-there kiss to the spot below Ed's ear and earning a delicious shiver in response. He felt hands come up to tangle in his wet hair and pull their faces closer together. His eyes slid shut and the mesmerising sight disappeared; however, with the muffled, quiet sounds of their kiss, Ed's soft breathing and the rain-like pattering of the shower spraying the floor, he really couldn't find it in him to care.
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KissMeDeadlyT-T: So, I have a question. It has nothing to do with this drabble series, or RoyEd in general. I'm just wondering, do any of you watch Supernatural and ship Destiel? Because I have been working on a little fic (and by that I mean oneshot because me + chapter stories = no) for that pairing, and I'm wondering whether or not I should post it or not.
