Title: Playful Banter
Summary: Not much can be taken seriously when it comes to times like this.
Pairing: Roy x Ed (Ed x Roy, whatever works)
Warnings: Slight OOCness
Notes: One can only wonder how good of a babysitter I can be if I'm dreaming up yaoi stories while on the job.
Anyone else notice the title is repetitive?
Playful Banter
"I, um... I think I love you."
He blinked, stared. "Excuse me?"
He glared in return, knowing very well the Damn Bastard knew what he had said and just wanted him to embarrass himself further. "I said I think I love you." Huffing, he added as an afterthought, "Bastard."
"Ah." He murmured, shifting on his seat before answering. "Interesting thing to say after just coming home." Glancing at him, he shrugged. "I won't hold it against you."
Edward groaned and rolled his eyes, even as he was slipping over the chair handle to settle down in the older mans lap, one leg on either side as he face him squarely. "You know what, I think I'll take that back. I spend three weeks on some stupid mission you send me on, even though you know it was a fake lead, go without sleep for three days, visit you as soon as I get here, and this is what I get. There's no way anyone could love such a cold hearted, hard headed bastard."
Roy chuckled, not only at the statement but at the two hands, one metal and the other flesh, working on the buttons of his work shirt. "That doesn't seem to stop you," He commented as he leaned forward to help in the removal of the shirt, which was quickly flung to some remote area of the room.
The comment made him pause in the removal of the undershirt, considering the statement. "Must be lust. Pure lust." He finally announced stubbornly, lifting the thinner shirt off his head.
"So basically you are a horny 17-year-old boy who is taking out his sexual frustration on the closest, and sexiest, human being you could find?" He questioned as he worked on shedding the boys tight black shirt, ignoring the light, messy kisses placed on his neck.
He snorted, nipping at the skin. "Give or take a few words, close enough."
He laughed and used one free to hand to lift his chin up, pulling the smaller face towards his own to put that mouth to better use then biting at his throat. The room was silent for a few drawn out minutes, save for the pants, moans, and whimpers made from either of them. Edward was the first to pull back, licking his lips and letting out a muffled but content sigh.
Locking his arms around the slimmer waist, he smiled slightly as the head of blond hair rested against his bare chest, fitting snugly under his chin. "Lust, huh?"
"And nothing more." He murmured sleepily, sleepless nights having caught up on him.
"Hm," he hummed, placing a kiss on top of his head. "Yes. Good night, love."
Only half-awake, Edward groaned. "Bastard." Pause, before a whispered, "Yeah. Love you."
(-Fini... For Now-)
(-Possible followed up by Sleeping Habits-)
