Roy/Ed 45 Themes

Automail

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Ed hated summer. More importantly he hated the heat. Sure he could strip down to a simple pair of boxers, but that still didn't help with his automail.

Ed was currently in his apartment. Every window, had been thrown open, and three fans place throughout the small space. With the temperature at ninety-six degrees, it was doing little to ease Ed's discomfort.

The discomfort came straight from his automail. The metal was being heated by the high summer temperature, and burning the skin surrounding the metal limbs.

Ed had been laying in front of one of the fans, when he heard someone knocking at his door.

"Who the hell would be in this heat," Ed mumbled to himself. "Who is it," Ed decided to yell, not really wanting to move from his spot.

"Edward," came the question. It was Roy. Of course, who else could stand such high temperatures. "Can I come in?"

Ed was stunned for a moment, but soon answered back. "Whatever," He yelled.

Ed heard the door open, and rolled onto his side. Roy entered the small apartment, looking around until he spotted Ed laying on the bed.

"Edward, what on earth are you doing?"

The question caught Ed off guard, and then he remembered what he was wearing. Ed's skin turned a tomato red, as he scrambled up, and frantically began pulling on a tee shirt. Roy merely snickered at Ed's antics.

"What do you want bastard," Ed grounded, trying to gain some composure.

"I was told you called in sick, so I took the liberty of seeing for myself," Roy began. "It would appear," Roy continued, as he moved closer to Ed. "that you are not sick at all. Only playing sick."

Ed glared angrily at Roy. Who was he to say if Ed was sick or not. Technically he wasn't sick, but Ed knew with the heat at the office, and his uniform would have caused havoc today. Calling in sick had seemed like the perfect plan.

"So what are you going to do, write me up for faking sick," Ed asked, sending another glare Roy's way.

Roy didn't say anything, but pulled a small tube from his pocket. Ed simply starred at Roy, disbelief written on his face. It was a tube of burn cream.

"Take your shirt off," Roy instructed. When Ed only starred more, "Now!"

Ed did as he was told, and Roy guided him to the bed. Gently he took the tube, and began applying the cream around the burned skin, being very gentle not to rub it to much. Ed said nothing, as Roy then pushed him into a laying position. Roy left, and soon emerged from the bathroom with a couple of wet wash clothes.

"These should help," Roy answered Ed's unspoken question, as the wash clothes were placed around the burned skin. Roy was careful not to get them to close to the metal, for fear of rust.

"Thanks," Ed managed.

Roy just smiled down at Ed.

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