I am sooo frustrated with this fic and all the others I've got going right now. I forgot how to write T-T
This chapter is boring beyond belief and short, not detailed at all, awkwardly written, and just...well, just terrible all around.

Anyway, this chapter is from my other fic Curdle, and you kinda have to have read it before to get the full impact of the ending to this chapter. It doesn't really matter though. It would just make more sense to some than others.

"Here, Roy," the blond said, handing the cold carton to his lover. They'd spent majority of the day in the bedroom together cuddling and groping. Loving each other. So, he decided that his lover needed something to drink.

"Thanks."

Ed watched as the raven-haired man twisted the blue cap off and pressed the rim to his lips to take several big gulps of the white liquid. It made him shudder to watch.

"I don't see how anyone could like that crap," he said, voice brimming with disgust. It was from a cow's titty! Who in the world had gotten the bright idea to push the calf aside and suck on the cow's tit!? What's more, how had that person found it appealing?

"If you'd just try it..." Roy countered, voice trailing off as he replaced the cap and set the carton on the table. He turned his gaze to the blond, his smile outlined in white.

"I'll try it, but only one way..."

"Oh? And how would that be?"

"Like this," the blond said lowly, leaning forward to sweep his tongue across his lover's upper lip without a moment of hesitation. The faint flavor of milk brushed his taste buds, sending a cruel wave of disgust down his spine; slipping his tongue in the moist cavern of Roy's mouth, he fought against the urge to abandon his adventure as the milk's taste grew inside him.

A soft moan of delight echoed in his throat as he felt Roy's swirl around his in an odd dance of intimacy. He brought his hands up to his lover's chest for support as he nestled himself in his lap, where he felt something hard and familiar touch him, making his heart twitch as his skin pricked with anticipation.

But damn it! That damn taste of milk was still battling his taste buds, and he could even taste it on Roy's tongue. He could taste it in Roy's breath. He hated it!

The taste had to go away, or he was going to be sick.

An idea, a really swell idea, crossed his thoughts, and he smirked as he broke the passionate connection of their mouths, wet strands of saliva falling down their chins.

Ed trailed his lips downward in a road of small kisses. Down, down, down. Back arching into the journey. A slender throat became his. Hard necklace of bone captured between his lips. Further down. Something soft. He nibbled on it curiously, experimentally; it hardened against his lips and tongue, perked to a small mountain of flesh.

Sticky hands stroked his back as he sucked on the man's nipple, the taste of milk slowly fading away. Soft, feathery moans tumbled into the air as he expertly worked his tongue around the pink pebble, the sounds of his lover's pleasure making his crotch ache with need and lust.

He wasn't selfish though. He grabbed Roy, stroked him hard until he felt his fingertips moisten with pre-cum. The moans grew louder, echoed in his ears. He felt his lover tremble with delight underneath him, and he filled with pride knowing that it was only because of his touches.

"Damn, I love you," the raven-haired man groaned, grabbing a handful of long, straggly hair. Panting, he pulled his young lover away and looked deep in his amber eyes. They stared at each other, unmoving, gazes locked. An eternity passed before their lips came together in a hot embrace.

The intensity rose as their limbs tangled, mimicking their tongues. Their bodies rocked and swayed against each other, heat and passion swirling together. Rising, boiling, in them.

Craving the blond's body around his, he broke the kiss and pushed Ed down on the table, spreading his legs far apart. He eased his hips forward until he touched something sticky and wet, but he stopped.

Smiling softly at the groan of disappointment, he arched his body and leaned down to place his lips on his lover's chest. He kissed his Edward's heart. Felt it flutter against his lips.

Only after that did he thrust forward, slipping himself in the blond entirely. Ed's legs instantly wrapped around his waist, forcing him deeper in the dark tunnel. Deeper and deeper, he filled the small body with himself. He eased out almost completely and rammed himself back in, savoring the barbaric cry of his lover.

The table squealed against the floor as it was pushed back, the milk in the carton sloshing back and forth. Ed turned his head to the side, gasping and groaning, begging for more with words he didn't know; oddly, he became mesmerized by the white liquid as it rose and fell against the plastic walls, and coupled with Roy's steady grunts and his own shrill moans, he started to fall away from the world, began to fade into the background.

He grabbed the edges of the table, his knuckles turning as white as the milk as Roy ferociously pounded his ass. Fingers then wrapped around his stiff cock, pumping him in rhythm with the thrusting hips.

The world shook, swayed from itself. All walls came crashing down. Shattered.

Teeth clenched together, Roy pulled out of his lover, his seed spurting onto a heaving chest and slender throat, some even falling on parted lips. He gave a rough jerk to Ed's length, delighted as the white substance filled his hand and splattered on both of their stomachs.

Spent, he stepped back and dropped himself on the chair, body trembling with pleasure. He could hear Ed's shallow breathing matching his own, and he smiled as he leaned his head back to look absently at the ceiling.

"Did you like it?" he asked after a few minutes spent in silence and recomposure, turning his gaze on the blond.

"Oh, it was amazing!"

"Not that. The milk, did you like the milk?"

"I like your milk more," Ed replied with a coy wink, dipping his fingers in the sticky mess on his chest and bringing it to his lips.

Roy smiled, "Well, pass me the other milk, please."

Nodding, Ed reached behind him, taking the plastic carton by the handle and handing it to Roy. He watched as the man popped the cap off and took a big swig of the white liquid, then spit it all back in the container.

"What's wrong?"

"It curdled!"

See? I forgot how to write :(

Anyway, I'm hoping to get another chapter up some time this weekend. I start band camp (yeah, I said it: band camp - Drum Major, baby XD) Monday, so time's going to be limited. It's sad 'cause I had planned to have this fic up to thirty chapters by this time, as well as had Mizer finished. No go. -sigh- Again, anyway, to help me, I would love it if some of you lovely readers could suggest a topic for the next chapter. I already have a list of ideas of my own, as well as those that were suggested throughout the fic, but I just can't visualize any of them :(
So, suggestions would be appreciated. Perferably kinda off-the-wall, wild stuff.

I'm planning to write a few more short chapters, then go back into some long ones (three of which will feature dark, naughty things like bondage and cutting and whatnot). But I need topics for those short chapters.