Author's Note: This is dedicated to my friend Jocelyn, whom has inspired me at five in the morning to write this. Enjoy, there will be more ficlets later.
Ficlet one: Hugging is Not a Crime
"No more hugs!" Roy whined as he was pulled into Major Armstrong's side for a picture. It had been a rough day already, if not for all of the miscellaneous work he had to do. But because his friend, Maes Hughes was forcing him into every single colleague of his so he could get a picture. And Roy never usually whined unless pictures were involved.
"Oh come on Roy, you big baby. It's just a picture," Maes said from behind his trusty camera. Though he had to laugh as Armstrong picked Roy up like he weighed less than a pound. It was then he took the picture, and then Armstrong walked away with a large smile on his face after he set down Roy. Before Maes let Roy come near him, he called over another young man by the name of Kimbly.
Kimbly was a thin man, with the same pale skin as Roy, and equally dark hair. Except his covered his eyes. "What do you want from me, sir?" he spat not quite into the whole psychotic photographer being his superior, Kimbly too was a new Major.
"Just a photograph of you and Roy..." he struggled with this sentence as he pushed Roy towards Kimbly, "Roy... grow up."
"No more hugging..." he said directed at Maes, whom just shrugged. Roy sighed as he stood as close as he would to Kimbly without touching him. But it seemed Kimbly had other plans. Just to piss Roy off, he put an arm around his shoulders, and pulled Roy to his chest in a hug. Kimbly was sure to turn to the side still hugging Roy so that Maes could get a good picture. As soon as the picture was taken Roy tore from Kimbly's arms and shuddered slightly. There was something about that man that made him uneasy.
It was a rare sight to see, Maes had actually given up his camera. Well, not really but he gave it to a random passerby to take a picture of him and Roy. He however did not hesitate to sling an arm over Roy's shoulder and get closer to the slightly younger man. In fact Maes even made it harder for Roy to wiggle out of his grasp by holding him against his side.
"Stop the hugging!" Roy protested glaring up at Maes' wide smile. This whole situation was not fun, not fun at all. Roy hated to be hugged, or touched really. And this day... was going to give him nightmares for days to come.
"Do you really want me to stop hugging you Roy?" Maes asked seriously, but continued to smile brightly. He noticed his friends nod and so he brought his arm back to his side. And promptly leaned over and kissed Roy briefly on the lips.
As the flash went off, Roy wasn't sure if he was seeing stars, or momentarily blinded by the look in Maes' eyes before he kissed him. Well, at least he wasn't being hugged.