The light was too bright and the morning too cheery for a man with a hangover a large as Mustangs. He cracked his eyes open slowly then, once adjusted, swept them round the room. In his desk chair sat a much disheveled FullMetal, curled into a little ball and purring like a cat. Roy pulled himself to his feet, determined to beat his hangover into submission. The first sweep of nausea hit him like at a ton of bricks but he held firm and soon it subsided. He had just gotten to his desk and began searching for aspirin when he heard it. A tiny whimper like sound coming from FullMetal. He stared at the boy oddly and noticed that he was moving slightly under his jacket. He could also see the thin sheen of sweat across his forehead and upper lip. Ed's eyes screwed shut tighter and Roy grabbed his shoulder to wake him from his nightmare.
Edward melted into his touch, leaning into the warmth and letting him hand skim up his shoulder to he base of his neck. Snippets of the night before assaulted Roy and he could remember the boys mouth under his and the strength of his hands gripping his hips. Hangover forgotten he let his hands trail through the boys bangs and linger over his lips. Ed's eyes blinked a few times before wide golden eye met his uncertainly.
"What were you dreaming about?" Ro asked huskily.
Ed weighed his options carefully before truthfully answering.
"You."
Roy grabbed Ed's hands and pulled him towards the couch he'd woken up on and laid him down. Then he draped himself astride the boy. Ed's hands moved immediately to his hips and he thrusted upwards, showing Roy how much he'd enjoyed is dream.
"If you pass out on me this time, I will kill you, you bastard." Ed growled, fingers fumbling with the buckle of his pants.
Once open he realized he wouldn't be able to remove hem without making Roy stand. Ed clapped sharply and then gripped Roy's backside. His clothing fell from his body in ribbons and Ed repeated he action on himself.
"The upsides of fucking an alchemist…" Roy sighed, rubbing his cock against his lovers.
Ed groaned at the contact and began scrabbling around on the floor for something.
"What are you doing?" Roy asked breathlessly.
"While you were asleep I went to find some lubrication. Imagine asking Havoc for lube, Mustang because that's what I did." He found the bottle with a cry of triumph and popped it open.
"I'd rather not think of Havoc right now, if you don't mind." Roy said dryly, and then took the bottle from him.
Roy coating his fingers in he oily liquid before slipping them into his body. Ed couldn't stop the whimper of need that escaped his lips as Roy writhed above him. He poured lube on his hand and spread it over his cock thoroughly, enjoying the show. Then Roy stopped and Ed positioned himself. Then Roy was sinking onto him and Ed's eyes rolled back. The warmth and tightness was overwhelming and the pace was immediately brutal. Both of them needed this too much to try and take it slow. Roy's head was flung back, his mouth open in pleasure. It didn't last long and they both toppled over the edge. Roy crying out hoarsely as he coated Ed's chest and Ed gasping brokenly as he filled his lover. They slumped together, the couch groaning in protest, but they ignored it.
Roy was the first to move, after disentangling them he laid back down, head resting on Ed's still heaving chest.
"Is it some kind of tradition to cheer me up by fucking me?" Roy asked dryly and he heard Ed's heart skip a beat.
"Does this happen often?"
"No, just with people who care about me."
Ed remembered he comment about Hughes last night and felt something in his chest tighten.
"Did you love him?"
"Of course I loved him. But not in a way that keeps me from ever loving again." He wrapped his arms around the boy and held him tight.
It was all the answer Ed needed.