"Cover me! Cover me! . . . Yes! Got him!"
Edward sighed as cheering ensued from the game room down the hall. His amber eyes gazed longingly at the clock on the kitchen wall; his fingers tapped the hard, smooth wood of the table.
"Good game, everyone!"
He rolled his eyes and tapped his fingers once more.
"Ready to go another round?"
He was bored. So freaking bored.
More cheers and yells and the sounds of bombs and gunfire filled the air. In that moment Edward pondered why a military dog like Roy would spend his free time playing a game like that.
"Fuck, man! I can't believe he sniped me like that!"
The blue clock on the wall read 9:13, the seconds hand quickly ticking itself toward the next minute.
His dark-haired lover had come home from work shortly after 6 o'clock and went almost immediately to his game. Shoes off, a quick peck on the cheek, a few beers from the fridge, and off he went to win the war. This had been the evening routine every day this past week.
Not only did he feel bored, he felt neglected. Forgotten, almost.
Edward clenched his jaw and screwed his eyes shut as yells of defeat came forward.
"We have to go again. That round was horseshit."
He had enough.
The small blond hoisted himself up from the table and set off on his mission. His footsteps were heavy going down the hall, his fists balled tightly at his sides.
As he approached the game room, he could see that the door was slightly open already. The room was dark but lights flashed on the wall. He gently pushed the door, the hinges gave a small squeal in protest. He felt his breath catch in his throat as he laid his eyes on his lover.
Bathed in the flashing lights, Roy was breathtakingly handsome. His work shirt had been tossed haphazardly on the floor allowing the light accentuate his best features⎼his angled jaw line, his chiseled chest, his defined abs.
Edward continued to stare at his lover in awe. The dark-haired man seemed to not be of this planet between the flashing lights and the gaming headset that shaped his head.
He noted the gray sweatpants that Roy had slipped into at some point in the evening between his gaming rounds. Edward knew those pants to be incredibly soft.
". . . on my way there. Hold 'em off."
It seemed Roy hadn't noticed the small blond in the room.
Edward stepped forward, coming to Roy's right side and being bathed in the same ethereal light. He placed a hand on his naked shoulder, alerting the older man of his presence.
"Oh, hey, babe! Godfuckingdammit . . . Everything okay?" Roy never took his eyes off the screen, his fingers working hard and fast on the black controller.
"Yeah, just kinda bored and wanted to see what you were up to. Who are you playing with?" he asked inquisitively.
The screen was full of men in mossy-green military uniforms at full-blown war with each other. Edward watched as Roy's character expertly ambushed a couple of enemy soldiers, taking them out with a flamethrower, only for him to be clipped by a whizzing bullet.
"Some guys. . . Sniper in the tower! . . . from work. Havoc, Fuery, Hughes. They say hi . . . Fuck yeah! That's what I'm talking about babyyyy!"
The enemy sniper fell from the tower, hitting the ground in a pool of blood.
"Oh, that's nice, I guess . . ." Edward said, his voice softening as he realized he would remain bored and neglected and forgotten.
He sighed and turned on his heels to go back to the kitchen. It would be best to fix himself a nice cup of tea and finally get started with a book he had picked up a couple months ago.
But wait.
He paused at the threshold of the room.
No, he wasn't going to accept defeat so easily. Did he really even try for his lover's attention?
Edward Elric was not one to give up so quickly.
With new determination, he whipped around and placed himself in front of his dark-haired partner, blocking him from the TV.
"What are you doing!?"
The small blond dropped to his knees, his hands immediately going to Roy's thighs in a firm grasp. The sweatpants were tantalizingly soft. He coasted his hands upward, squeezing tighter as he continued toward his goal. His fingers grazed the man through the fabric and he delighted in feeling it twitch with life and hearing a small moan from his lover.
"W-what are you . . ."
Edward looked up at the older man with glazed eyes of honey. He put a finger over his lips and motioned at his ears, reminding Roy of his headset.
"Don't you dare stop playing," Edward demanded in a soft whisper that held an edge of domination as he continued to fondle the man.
Roy nodded.
"Let's go again, guys. The night's still young."
It didn't take long for Edward to feel his lover's excitement through the soft fabric. His fingers hastened with their own excitement as he worked to release Roy's manhood.
Roy's cock came free from his pants, hard and fully erect. It was impressively long and thick with bulging blue veins snaking along the shaft. The head carried a tinge of purple.
The small blond slowly ran his tongue along the underside of the head. Honey eyes darted up to see Roy fight to stifle a moan.
"N-no . . . I don't have a-any extra ammo . . . "
This would definitely curb his boredom.
He engulfed the entirety of the head in his hot, wet mouth while his hand grasped the base of the shaft. His hand and his mouth worked together in perfect rhythm as he took more of the long length to the back of his throat.
"I need . . support in the . . b-barracks . . ."
As he worked with such grand enthusiasm, he realized he no longer heard the clicking of buttons or the pull of the triggers. Roy had stopped playing, his gaze was turned upward to the ceiling and his head laid back against the chair. He was fighting so hard not to moan and alert his peers.
Edward decided to help him.
He stopped completely, pulling away from his lover's manhood⎼a strand of saliva continued to maintain the intimate connection, urging the blond to resume.
Roy immediately jerked his head down in disappointed wonder at the blond.
"If you stop playing, I stop playing," he said in a low growl, his eyes demanding obedience from the older man.
Roy nodded with squinted eyes that were glazed with lust and want and need, his breathing a little heavier than usual. Edward could tell his lover was desperate for more.
"N-no, I'm here. Sorry, I think my mic just cut out . . ."
Edward gleefully went back to work.
He enveloped the head again⎼hot to his tongue. His hand firmly grasped the base of the shaft as his mouth inched its way down to meet it. His free hand traced the outline of chiseled abs.
"He's in t-the wareh-house . . ."
His head bobbed up and down and up and down. Roy's breathing was becoming increasingly more ragged.
"Oh, n-no, I'm okay . . ."
Edward pulled away from his cock to better watch the man while his hands continued to work.
Roy was a good, obedient lover and continued to work the controller. The sounds of gunshots rang in the air.
"Ah . . . I need c-cover . . ."
A devious smile crossed the blond's face.
He pushed Roy's dick back against his stomach, revealing the entire underside of the pink shaft. Having explored every last inch of his lover, he knew this was a sweet spot.
He lowered his mouth down to where the shaft and the balls met and began to lick and suck; Roy squirmed underneath him. His hand cupped and fondled the tip of his head while he expertly abused that sweet spot.
"F-fuck . . . He got me . . ."
Edward trailed his tongue up the shaft and teased the underside of the head for a moment while he moved his hands to Roy's hips.
With all of his energy, he engulfed the entirety of the length. His nose nestled in the black patch of groomed hair. He stayed there, Roy's cock completely in his throat, while he moved his tongue back and forth along the veined underside.
Roy's breathing hitched and he let out a soft moan.
After a few strokes of his tongue, he began to bob his head back and forth, going completely from the tip to the base at a fast pace.
Another moan filled the air, this time with no restriction. He was ready.
Roy bucked under him, his hands coming to grab locks of platinum; the controller fell to the floor.
He let go.
"Oh fuck Edward fuck fuck fuck . . ."
Roy's hot sin filled Edward's mouth and slid down his throat. He stayed a moment longer, making sure to catch every drop.
As he pulled away from the drained dick, he brushed the back of his hand over his mouth in a crude attempt to dry them. His amber eyes stared at the man.
Roy's eyes were screwed shut and his head was tilted upward and back against the chair. He was fighting to catch his breath and seemed to be in some sort of daze.
Edward could faintly hear people talking on the other side of the headset.
He came to his feet and leaned forward, giving Roy a soft kiss on the lips. Roy's breath was hot against him.
"Roy?" he whispered, stepping back.
Black eyes met him as Roy gave him his gaze. Edward motioned at his ears, reminding Roy of his headset.
Roy's eyes widened and he seemed frozen. He could see the gears working hard to formulate some kind of excuse or explanation for his peers.
"I-I'm sorry . . ."
He muted the headset and pulled it from his ears, setting it on a nearby table..
"Well, that's going to make tomorrow awkward," he said. He leaned forward and wrapped his arms around Edward's small hips to pull him into a tight embrace, his head coming to rest on the blond's stomach.
"Oh well. That was a lot of fun. You really gave it your all, didn't you?"
Edward moved his fingers through black hair that was slightly damp from the experience.
"You know I'm not one to half-ass things," he said, grinning deviously. He tugged at the damp hair, pulling Roy's head back and away from his stomach. He leaned down and graced Roy's forehead with a soft kiss.
"Let's go take a shower and go to bed. I think you're done playing for tonight."
Roy nodded in agreement and off they went.
As they entered the bathroom, Roy wondered what tomorrow would hold for him. Did his coworkers even realize what was happening? Maybe they didn't hear anything. Maybe they think he's disgusting.
He shrugged it off and he entered the shower with his lover.
"I'm sorry I haven't been paying much attention to you. Here, let me make it up to you," he said in a low voice as he pressed the small body against the shower wall, locking him a tight kiss.
Whatever happened tomorrow was a problem for tomorrow.
Howdy! It's been a minute, hasn't it? I don't know why but the other night I got the urge to check my old email that was attached to this account. I was so surprised to see that y'all are still favoriting and reviewing my fics! It's crazy to think that it's been 13 years since I started this account and I haven't written anything for the last 7 years, but it's still something people are interested in! Thank you!
Writing is definitely not as easy as it was all those years ago, but I hope you still found this enjoyable! Stay tuned for Part 2!
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