Made for an LJ friend. Title doesn't really have anything to do with the story, per se, but meaning can definately be gleamed from it outside the pun on said friend's LJ tag.(insert evilsmiley)
My first yaoi. O.o
If there was one thing Maes Hughes loved about Roy, it was Roy. It really was so simple. The man was…incorrigible at times but there was that disgustingly rational side to him. Give him rationale and he would take the most logical path. And for that rationality, Maes was grateful; it had saved Roy a great deal of trouble in some instances as the man backed down in the face of reason. That's why they worked so well together. Roy was smart, Maes was observant. They backed each other, looked out for each other, and because of this over the years, had come to rely on each other.
Yes…he was observant, wasn't he? He saw the distance of the man long before he knew him, dealt with it during their early acquaintance, chipped away at it in the beginnings of their friendship, and occasionally was able to overstep it. But the latter came under the most specified circumstances, usually after a period of undue stress had ended, Roy strung out and just wanting to uncoil, seeking comfort for a change. It was during these rare times where he would take that comfort even from himself.
The first dip into such a state had been quite surprising for Maes; surprising for the most unexpected yielding he'd received. Roy, exhausted and bordering some kind of random narcoleptic episode on a couch had at first jumped and pulled slightly away at the hand that had wandered to his cheek. Maes had briefly met the alarmed stare before returning to watch the hand as it made a second attempt to cup that soft face. Roy's eyes had been so wide, their movements frantically sweeping over his own unreadable feature as his palm contacted the padded flesh. His thumb stroked the cheek bone, his unspoken message communicated through his eyes and friendship; 'let go. I know you want to'. And that was the surprise, the quick yield as Roy's eyelids fell, sight downwards, and Maes Hughes moved.
He sat, swinging one leg over to straddle Roy as he sat on the couch. The other hand came up at its own pace to work at the uniform, the first button down, the second, the third before the hand pulled lightly, bringing him to lay on the couch. Maes bent to follow, one knee leaning between the couch back and Roy's body, pushing with the hand cupping that face into position to bestow a soft and gentle, smooth and firm, non-tentative kiss. There had been the reflexive tensing found at every new experience, but the want of the other man pushed it away quickly enough as his hand continued to work on the uniform, lips moving on the other's as the other's gradually moved to participate. Roy, excellent study he'd always been, observantly keeping the gently flowing pace as the hand continued to work away at him, each stripping of the uniform a line in the array that would carry out the completed transmutation of a comforted Roy Mustang.