Roy x Ed, PG-13, humor. No spoilers. (Also written way before the manga revealed much about the countries of the FmA world. So yep, Scotland is mentioned here.)
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Clothing And Its Perks
by Maaya
Edward came home late.
The library personnel forgot to tell him they were closing and the burglar alarm started shrieking when he tried to leave. On top of that, he'd been forced to deal with several annoying police officers. The fact that he had transmuted the lock to get out didn't help the situation. It wasn't until a young girl who worked in the library could confirm that Edward wasn't, in fact, able to keep track of time once he started reading, that the police officers left him alone. It didn't hurt that she emphasized that they had probably missed him when they were telling the visitors they were closing and such a nice boy surely wouldn't try to break into the library.
Edward had even managed to smile convincingly at the 'nice boy' part.
So when Edward came home, slammed the door closed behind him (too loudly, considering the late hour) and stormed past the bedroom, he thought what he glimpsed was a hallucination his sleep-craving mind had created to mock him, and paid it no heed.
However, when he came back with a glass of juice, he began to wonder if the scene wasn't real, after all. The smirk on Roy's face was typical enough to be authentic.
Edward looked at him flatly. "I thought you wanted the women in the military to wear mini-skirts, Mustang," he said and rubbed his eyes. It wasn't a painful view, exactly, but his brain refused to acknowledge what his eyes were seeing.
Roy fingered the hem of that...garment delicately. He looked innocent, or as innocent as one could while wearing...that. "It's a kilt, Edward. From Scotland."
"I know what it is!" Edward kicked his boots off before gulping down the juice, setting the empty glass on the chest of drawers. "Suits you well though, easy access and all. Pervert."
"That's the point with mini-skirts as well. You don't have to take them off." Roy got a dreamy look on his face. "And the view is nice, of course."
"God, you're a pervert."
Roy shrugged. "It's an art."
By now, Edward was down to his boxers, throwing his pants onto the chair and approaching the bed. "Out of the way. I'm going to sleep."
Roy didn't say anything. The fact he was between the bed and Edward, and not moving as Ed approached, spoke for itself. "What? Don't you want to find out if I'm wearing anything underneath?"
"No." But the younger man didn't protest when the annoying pair of hands began to massage his neck. "Knowing you, the answer is pretty obvious, anyway."
"Mmm."
It was.
end
I wish I had something to blame the story and title on, but there's only my own dry mind.