Roy swung open the front door to his house, gesturing for Ed to step inside as he followed, closing and locking the door behind them.
"Make yourself at home, I'll be right back," He announced, walking through the open archway leading into the rest of the house.
Ed glanced around at the small living room, sitting down on the large couch that sat against the far right wall across from two floor-to-ceiling bookshelves stacked full of books.
"I wonder how Al is getting along without me," He thought aloud to himself, stretching out to lie down on the soft couch.
Moments later Roy reappeared through the archway, holding some sort of folded fabric in his arms.
"Here, hopefully this will be okay for the night," He said offering the fabric to Ed.
He sat up and unfolded it, realizing it was an over-sized set of pajamas.
He held the shirt up to his chest and looked down, noticing the obvious size difference.
"I'll just wear the shirt, thanks," Ed responded, tossing the pair of pants across the back of the couch.
"Bathroom?" He added, standing from the couch.
"Down the hall to your left," Roy answered, pointing toward the archway.
Ed nodded, quickly making his way into the dimly lit hall with the shirt in his hand.
He turned into the open doorway of the bathroom, kicking the door shut with his boot as he reached out to flick the light on.
He moved to stand in front of sink, catching his reflection in the small mirror above it as he set the pajama shirt on the tiled counter so he could undress.
He began by pulling his shirt off over his head, revealing his muscular stomach and broad chest, bending over slightly to pull off his pants.
Straightening back up to see his half naked self staring back at him in the mirror.
Reaching out his automail arm to grab the pajama shirt, tossing it over his head and yanking it down over his arms.
He closed his eyes, suddenly realizing this was one of Roy's shirts.
"Ed!" Roy's voice called out, shaking Ed from his thoughts.
"Yeah?" Ed shouted back, opening the bathroom door as he turned off the light.
"Come eat!" Roy's voice responded.
Ed didn't have to be told twice to turn down free food.
He rushed through the hall and appeared in the kitchen in time to see Roy pulling a roast out of the oven.
"Come, sit," Roy offered as he set the roast on the table between a bowl of roasted vegetables and a smaller bowl of steamed rice.
Ed stepped over to the dining table and took a seat across from Roy, his mouth practically watering at the sight of all this incredible looking food.
"Help yourself," Roy said as he sat down.
Ed filled his plate with everything in front of him, eager to get some of this delicious food in his belly.
"That was great, Mustang," Ed spoke once they had finished dinner.
'I'm glad you enjoyed it, Ed,"
"Would you care for some dessert?" Roy asked as he stood from the table.
"I don't think I have room," Ed answered honestly, patting his stomach through the pajama shirt.
"Well the offer is open," Roy responded with a smirk.
Ed leaned back into his chair at the table and watched Roy begin to clean up.
"Need some help with that?" He suddenly asked, looking up at Roy.
"I've got it,"
Ed stood up and gathered their dirty plates off the table
"It's the least I can do," He insisted making his way toward the kitchen sink.
Roy packed up the leftovers and put them away in the fridge, watching Ed washing dishes at the sink.
A curious smirk played across Roy's usually stern expression as a sudden thought popped into his head.
He slowly stepped up behind the younger man standing by the sink, his hands caressing Ed's slender hips.
Ed felt a shiver creep up his spine at the feeling of Roy's hands grasp his hips.
Roy moved his body closer to Ed's, pressing him against the edge of the sink as his hands slid beneath the trim of his pajama shirt feeling the soft fabric of Ed's underwear.
"Boxers," Roy thought to himself, chuckling softly.
"Roy..." Ed groaned at his touch, leaning against the older man's chest.
Roy leaned forward slightly, pressing kisses against the back of Ed's neck.
"Is this okay?" Roy whispered, his hot breath sending tingles across Ed's neck.
"More than okay," Ed whimpered softly.
"Good,"
Roy dug his nails into the soft flesh of Ed's hips, pushing him harder against the sink, grinding his hips into Ed's ass.
Ed closed his eyes, allowing himself to enjoy the feeling of Roy grinding against him as he felt himself begin to stiffen against the soft fabric of his boxers.
He wanted to turn around and face Roy, but he was being pinned against the sink and unable to move.
Roy leaned forward, nipping at Ed's earlobe as his hands moved down his hips to caress his thighs which caused the younger man to shudder at his touch.
"We should move to my bedroom," He whispered softly into his ear, his hot breath tickling Ed's neck again.
Ed simply nodded his head in agreement, unable to speak coherently.