Rating: PG-13
Theme: # 39 Polarity
"You're gay," Roy Mustang slurred with a sleepy grin at the man he had just woken up beside. The sun was coming in through the shades, but it wasn't warm enough yet to prevent him from wiggling closer to the heat of the other man.
Maes Hughes adjusted accordingly so that the alchemist could settle comfortably against him. "What are you talking about, I could get any woman I wanted." One arm he stuffed under the pillow, the other he wrapped around Roy.
Who snorted into Maes' chest. "I'd like to see you try."
"No you wouldn't. You wouldn't want to see me torn apart by the mob of females brutally fighting to the death for my attention," Maes said with an air of fake longing. He looked over, grinning.
Roy glanced up, meeting the grin with a skeptical smile. "You? Mob of females? Never."
"You're just jealous of my success," he pouted, delivering a kiss to Roy's forehead.
Roy's eyes slipped shut. "Oh, definitely. Absolutely. You know how I can't stand to have anyone more successful than me." His arm he had draped over Maes tightened, pulling him as close as he could get.
"I bet I could get a wife before you." He frowned as Roy started to laugh quietly. "What?" he asked quizzically.
"I'm just tickled by the image of you married. Probably with a pack of kids running around wild, too." Roy cracked his eyes open, humor glinting from the blackness.
"I could do it! Don't doubt me!" He drummed his fingers on Roy's side.
Roy shifted, moving his weight onto his arms as he leaned over Maes. "You're forgetting one thing, though," he said in that low drawl.
Maes looked up at him. "What?" he asked again, this time matching Roy's tone.
Roy shifted again, bringing a hand up to capture the other man's strong chin in his pale fingers. Then he kissed him. "You're gay," he breathed the reminder as he pulled away.
Mae's gold eyes gleamed for a moment before he was pressing the alchemist down against the bed. "I don't think, then, that you should be complaining."