Part 3 of 2 (lol)

Roy stepped off the train, a black smoke coating the sky above. The moment his foot touched the wooden platform, he staggered back, almost falling against the steel locomotive. Lips instantly locked against his. Tightly. Passionately. Fingers trailed through his midnight-black hair as something wet and determined pushed past his lips, greeting his tongue.

He wrapped his arms around the small waist, pulling the petite frame tight against him. A soft moan echoed from his throat as their tongues danced together, saliva trickling down his chin.

"Damn, I've missed you," he murmured as he replenished his dead lungs.

"Take me, Roy," the blond whispered lowly in his lover's ear, nibbling lightly on the lobe. "Take me now."

Roy smiled, more than happy to give his Edward what he wanted, as his hands snaked under the blond's shirt, ghosting over toned abs and perked nipples. Not caring if anyone at the station was watching, the raven-haired man trailed his greedy hand downward, breaching the band of the blond's pants where he wrapped his fin-

A loud, shrill sound rang through the air, rousing Roy from his wonderful sleep. Excitement set his heart racing as the train slowed with a song of screeching brakes and alto whistles. He hoped reality would come from his dreams. What a delightful welcome that would!

He stepped onto the platform, bracing himself for the loving tackle he was sure he would receive. But when no such thing happened, his eyes scanned the crowd in disappointment. Maybe Ed just hadn't seen him yet... He was, after all, half the height of everyone else there.

Rising up on his toes, Roy carefully looked through the crowd to spot his little lover. The corners of his lips pulled downward in a deep frown and a leaden sigh passed the fallen smile. He slowly took his suitcase in his hand and decided to just go home. Maybe Ed had just lost track of time. There was really no way for him to know why the blond was absent for the reunion.

With his thoughts of a loving and passionate "Welcome Home" crushed, Roy left the station.

The raven-haired man strolled down the sidewalk, a gentle breeze walking with him. He looked down at his shadow that was stretched out on the pavement. He wished there was another black figure to walk with his, but alas, his Edward wasn't where he should have been. But why? What reason was there for the blond not to meet him at the station? Hopefully, his lover would be home for him to ask.

"Edward, I'm home," he called out as he opened the front door, stepping out of his boots and setting his suitcase next to them. He slipped off his jacket and setting it on the coat rack as he waited for a reply to echo from some other part of the house. Nothing. Not even a whisper.

He muttered a curse under his breath as he walked away from the door. He called out his lover's name again. Perhaps Ed was asleep and hadn't heard him the first time. Again, there was no reply. Anger shifted into concern and worry.

Now in that mode of worry, he set through the house on a search for the small figure.

Living room? No. Bathroom? No. Bedroom? No. Study? No. Kitchen? No, but there was something of great interest waiting for him there.

As he stepped into the small kitchen, he found something new in the room. He walked toward the counter and curiously raised his eyebrows. It was a small box that was crudely wrapped in yesterday's newspaper. Typical Ed. But there was a note resting next to the box that read, "This will keep you entertained until I get back. Sorry, Riza needed my help. Love you, Roy!"

He thought about what in the box would be keeping him entertained, then he remembered their conversation from a few nights ago. A grin found home on his face as he picked up the box and tore off the grey and black paper. Opening the lid, he smiled as he looked at the gracious gift from his lover. Pictures. A lot of pictures.

Roy took out the stack of pictures, grinning. He nodded approvingly as he looked through the photos, finding it harder and harder to keep his mouth moist the further he went. Swallowing hard, he squeezed his knees together as his dick began to take up a life. There was a very familiar tightness forming in his lower region as his growing manhood pressed against his trousers, desperate for escape.

The images he stared so intensely at came to life in his mind and he bit down on his bottom lip as his hand squeezed the bulge that had formed between his legs. His breathing hitched as he simply could not take it any longer.

Roy quickly undid his pants, his erect length coming free. Wasting no time, he seized himself in the palm of his hand, setting to work on vigorous strokes. His eyes stayed trained on the photos as he pumped himself, meaningful moans slipping past his trembling lips. At this rate, it wouldn't be long at all before he would burst with such invigorating delight.

Almost there. So close. A little more.

Before reaching his climax, he heard the front door shut. Ed was home.

He stopped his satisfying strokes as lustful need and desperation filled his mind. It was such a strange feeling. He felt that if he didn't have his desires filled, then he would simply perish. He'd never felt so needy before.

And there he was.

"Roy, welc-"

Ed didn't get to complete his greeting as he was grabbed by two strong hands and pulled toward the sofa, a mouth over his stifling any verbal protest. He was pushed down on the sofa, then Roy settled himself on top, making sure to keep their lips connected. Ed could feel the neglected desires that coursed through his lover's body. He knew that he was going to thoroughly enjoy whatever was to come.

Clothes were stripped away and thrown to the floor in abandoned pools of fabric. Hot breath brushed against hot skin. Lips crashed down on bare skin in a quest for ownership. Tongues flickered out to taste the unique taste of the others body. Fingers traveled over the light-toned land to discover more for lips to claim and tongues to taste.

Invigorating. Passionate. Intense. Sensational. Delightful. Wonderful. Magical. Lustful. So many words to describe how it all felt, yet none seemed appropriate.

Roy gazed into his lover's gold eyes, one hand resting on the center of the small chest and the other clenching the arm rest under Ed's head.

"Get in me now," Ed demanded, wrapping his legs around his lover's chest with a glare. He could feel Roy's hard length probing his lewdest of parts and he swallowed hard in preparation. He wasn't properly prepared. Not that he really care; he actually enjoyed the roughness of it, the kinky pain that came along with no lubrication. It also made it so that there was absolutely nothing separating them in slightest.

Roy caught the blond's dangerous glare, a look that told him to go on. He pushed himself past the ring of muscle, tightness and heat enveloping his hard cock immediately.

Ed moaned loudly at the delightful intrusion. His hands grabbed at Roy's shoulders, his fingernails digging into the soft flesh that lived there.

Their bodies rocked and swayed together, moans of pleasure mixing in an intoxicating song. Roy had a fast pace going as he pounded himself deep and hard inside the blond. He enjoyed the pinch of pain that hit him as his partner buried his fingers into his skin.

"Yes, yes," he moaned as Ed's short nails dug in very deep.

Sweat matted his hair to his forehead as his toes curled in response to the crashing waves of pleasure that racked his entire being. Mind, body, and soul alike felt the fascinating pleasure, and he felt himself melting into the sofa.

Ed felt Roy's hand wrap around his hardened length, mimicing the rhythm his hips moved to. He could no longer breathe. No longer see clearly or even think. He was simply trapped in a realm of unrelenting pleasure.

The raven-haired man gave in as he steppedover the bone-shattering line. He felt something release itself from his shaft to find home inside the blond. And at the feel of that explosion against his insides, Ed let go too, releasing himself into Roy's hand.

Breathless, he slumped against the hot, sticky body underneath him. He could hear his lover's erradic heart beating in his chest. It was like music.

"Roy, welcome home," the blond said at last, running his fingers thoughtfully through dampened, black hair.

Oh, yes, they were finally reunited.

I am actually very proud of myself for this one. I think it turned out very nicely. Sorry that it didn't center so much around the pictures, other than them being the motive.

Anyways, hope you enjoyed reading! Comments are more than welcomed!