Granted

"Considering he just got kicked out of my apartment by a sodding twenty-year-old, I'm surprised that he hasn't ordered both our heads on separate silver platters."

"Yeah, the three-day lapse is a little disturbing," Ed admitted, flipping a pancake. "Knowing him, he's probably fantasizing on punishing us and then –" A (thankfully empty) saltcellar pinged off his metal arm.

"Shut up kid. Even if we're both thinking it, I don't want it said out loud."

"Well, you can't just ignore that –"

"I can and will!" Even on his day off, Jean was grumpy before he got his required three cups of coffee. "Coffee done yet?"

Ed rolled his eyes. "My god, why don't you just get periodic caffeine IV shots?"

"Then you'd have a hyper nicotine addict chain-smoking and pulling awful pranks." At his skeptical look, Jean added, "Well, worse than usual."

Ed flipped the last pancake onto the plate. "You're not that bad."

"I'm bad enough."

"Hmph." Ed brought the plate over to the table. He smacked Jean's hand away. "Nuh-uh. I'm feeding you." He rolled up a pancake and stuck it in the older man's mouth. "Can't trust you to eat healthy on your own."

Blue eyes glared threateningly, but Ed just smirked. He straddled Jean's legs, facing him. "Come, now. No one's here, so you won't get embarrassed for a 'sodding twenty-year-old' spoon-feeding you."

Jean muttered something that sounded suspiciously rude.

"No, I won't get off. I'm making sure that you eat every single bite I feed you." He flashed an impish grin as he leaned closer, nuzzling the other's ear. "M'hm... haven't you noticed that I always manage to get what I want?" He pressed a gentle kiss to Jean's temple. "And that includes you, Captain." He drifted down the frozen man's neck. "And it includes me... making sure that you get a good rest after breakfast." Teeth lightly clamped onto Jean's shoulder. "I'm pretty sure this goes under the 'anything' clause of my lease, don't you?"