A/N: Heh.
Warnings: YAOI. YAOIYAOIYAOI. I think that's enough to get the point across. NC-17 apparently.
#17: Queer
Three men stumbled back into the alchemist's apartment. Joking and laughing, it was obvious they had spent the better part of the evening drinking. Somehow, they made it back to the bedroom, the tall blond promptly flopping down on the bed, too intoxicated. The other two men left him there, walking into the bathroom down the hall.
Once in the bathroom, the alchemist was pushed against the wall, his lips met with the same lips he had grown accustomed to, his chin tickled lightly by the hair on the other man's. Breaking away, breathless, onyx eyes scrutinized,
"You know, it's mean to leave Jean out of the fun..."
"Yeah, I guess it is."
Chuckling, Mustang shed his half-unbuttoned shirt and turned on the water in the shower.
"I bet you can't fuck him in the time it takes me to shower."
"You're on."
And with that, the Lieutenant Colonel left the bathroom, making his way down the hall and entering the bedroom again.
Jean Havoc was sprawled out on the bed, his military jacket already on the floor and the button of his pants undone. He was either too drunk to finish undressing himself or he hoped someone else was going to do it for him. It made no difference to Maes. Practically pouncing on the blond, he slipped off the thin white t-shirt, nuzzling against the bare skin, Jean looking hazily back at him, his eyes showing he was waiting for more. That look, whether the giver knew it or not, was exactly what Hughes needed. Stripping himself, as the other was too drunk, he then stuck his hands between the material of Jean's boxers and the skin taut over muscles that made up the cute ass the Lieutenant Colonel and Colonel liked to sneak looks at in the office, like giggling high school girls.
Pulling both garments down and tossing them to the side, Hughes helped the blond put his ankles over his shoulders. Not one to waste any time, seeing as he did have a time limit, Maes gave one good push and had Jean moaning beneath him.
In the shower, Roy heard a loud moan. Not one to enjoy losing a bet, he hurriedly rinsed the rest of the shampoo out of his hair. Deeming himself clean, he turned the water off and grabbed a towel. Drying himself quickly, he wrapped the towel around his waist and made his way down the hall, his hair still dripping.
Pushing the door the rest of the way open, he found Jean panting on the bed, sprawled out, naked, and Hughes tossing several soggy tissues into the wastebasket, cloth less as well. Grinning at Roy, he winked.
"I win."
"Queer..." Roy teased playfully, and in turn was pushed to the floor.
"I take it you want some too then."