Hughes chuckled quietly to himself; this was, somehow, still the most amusing thing he had ever seen.
"Dammit, Maes! Quit laughing at me and help! Or I'll leave right now!"
"And where exactly would you go, Mustang? We are in your room."
"I'd go to your room! Now will you just help me already?"
Major Hughes thought about this for a minute; there was the possibility Roy would make it to his room, but there was no way he'd leave half dressed so, he continued to chuckle lightly, laying on the bed. "What do I get if I help you?"
"Whatever you want! Now just help me! Otherwise you get nothing!"
Hughes acted like it was a tough decision. "But I thought I was already going to get whatever I wanted? Were you lying to me then?"
"I meant it when you picked me up out of the rain. I said I'd do anything you wanted and I'd be able to if I could just get these damn pants off! That offer counts for next time, like an I.O.U." Roy sighed and flopped down on his bed, struggling with the wet material.
"Hey! You're going to get the bed all wet!" Maes pushes Roy off the bed, which crunched and creaked in protest at the movement. He fell to the floor with a loud "Oof!", and tried to stand up. The water still dripping from the hem of his pants caused him to slip and hit the floor again, much harder this time.
"Owwwww, Hughes! What the hell?" Roy whines and sits up, looking over the edge of the bed at the other man. "Will you please help me? You're just torturing both of us!"
Maes sighs and sits up on the bed, rolling over to the edge. "Tell me again why I should help you? I'm having fun watching."
Roy quickly grabbed his arm, pulling him off the bed. Hughes landed with a similar thud, the bed creaking as the last of the weight left it. "Major, don't make me pull rank on you. Help me out of these pants. Now."
"Alright, alright. Just calm down. I was going to help you anyway..." Hughes nimbly undoes the sogging-wet button and zipper, slipping his hands in between Roy's skin and the cold material. "Now... For what I want--"
Roy quickly scrambles out of his reach, pulling off his pants and boxers and leaving them in Hughes' hands. He walks over to his dresser, shrugging off his shirt too. Roy stood there for nearly a second, naked, before pulling open a drawer and picking a pair of boxers, putting them on quickly.
"Hey! No fair! You said yourself, anything I wanted!" Hughes tosses the wet clothes to the side, standing up and walking over to the half-clothed Roy. "So you lied to me the whole time?"
"I'm not lying. I didn't say when." Roy slips under the blankets on his bed and snuggles down into them. "You can still sleep in here if you want." He pats a spot on the bed.
Hughes sighed and quickly rid himself of the uniform, stripping down to his boxers too and slithering under the covers next to Roy.
"I see you haven't caught on to the puffer fish theory yet either..." Roy sighed and snuggled up next to him.
"I never got it. And probably never will..."