B is for "Boyfriend"

Pairing : Roy x Ed

Warnings : PG-16, mostly for language.

Disclaimer : I do not claim ownership of Fullmetal Alchemist or it's characters.

A/N : I had a few prompts for this letter and I started on one. It was going,(not good, not bad) and then it turned angsty on me! Yikes! For this particular series of fics, I wanted each one to be happy! Fluffy, funny or otherwise! No angst. This one went much better.

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Their relationship was mostly based on an "arrangement" as Ed would put it. Roy often thought of the way Edward would put their relationship into words. Arrangement? That was such a cold word but it did define the way they would occasionally have sex for no other reason then a mutual attraction and stress relief. Roy just wished sometimes they were a bit more than "fuck buddies" (another eloquent word Edward used). Not that Roy was lonely, far from it as Edward kept his bed warm nearly everynight. The older male just wished they could have a romantic relationship so that they could both enjoy the intimacy that feeling could bring to their situation.

Roy quite enjoyed romantism but he feared all that would be wasted on Edward anyway. Not the effort but quite literally the rest of it. Flowers, poems, candlelight, bubblebaths, going to dinner then a movie, walks in the park or holding hands but the young alchemist just waved it off as "flowery bullshit". Not that the older alchemist didn't enjoy all the activities they did together. He enjoyed them quite a lot.

Currently, the Colonel had the younger alchemist on his back on his tan, leather sofa. The living room hadn't seen much action in a while so Roy appreciated the change of scenery, plus, he had to really change those sheets after their little whipped cream escepede last night. Roy's tongue slid across Edward's slightly parted lips and his broad hands stroked down a muscular chest to the boy's belt. Ed twitched against him and moaned. Roy took this as a signal and started to undo the heavy belt. He smiled into the kiss and continued his minstrations, but a flesh hand pushed at his hand and an intracite automail hand pushed at his shoulder. Roy drew back in confusion and stared at the blonde.

Edward pushed his bangs out of his flushed face and gave Roy a guilty look, clearly knowing himself he had an explaination to make. He slid out from under Roy and rested his head on his elbow, golden eyes averted and his flesh hand worrying the leather of the couch between them.

" What's wrong Ed?" Roy asked, quite geniuenely confused and concerned about his lover. As Edward gathered his courage, Roy sat properly next to him, black eyes on him. " Are you not feeling well tonight?"

" No, it's not that." Ed mumbled, not knowing how to quite voice what he was feeling. The boy looked at Roy and dropped his gaze again. Roy slid closer and wrapped an arm around the blonde's shoulder, careful of his hair. He rubbed Edward's arm and with his other hand, guided the younger man's face to his.

" Then what is it? You know you can tell me, Ed," Roy murmured to him and kissed his lips gently. Roy was shocked as Ed surged against him, flesh hand clenching the fabric of his shirt gently and clumsily returning the soft kiss, trembling in the dark-haired man's arms. The blonde had reacted to this touch more than his previous minstrations. The older alchemist was totally thrown for a loop. " Edward?"

" Roy, I'm sorry."

" Sorry about what? You don't have anything to be sorry about, it was just a kiss," Roy chuckled. It wasn't often he heard that five-letter word from the blonde, but he had no clue why so he shouldn't really be laughing but the situation was so surreal. What could he do but chuckle at his lover's little idiocincracies.

" I know but I am sorry. You wanted, well...sex and I don't, yet you were doing everything right. It's my fault."

" Ed. Don't worry about it. If you don't want to then we don't have to."

" But I'm going against the arrangement we stated in the very beginning! If you want to than I want you to because that's what we agreed was alright! That was the basis of said arrangement," Ed wailed.

Roy really didn't know what this was about but he was gonna throw all that aside and hit the nail on the head. Edward was not being himself. " Edward, what is this really about? Is there something you want to tell me?"

Edward's eyes widened like a deer caught in the headlights. Then his shoulders slumped and he flushed bright pink. It was time to come clean. Golden eyes gazed into coal black. " I want to do something other than suck-face and fuck all the time Roy. I mean, we are boyfriends right? Aren't we supposed to go to movies and ice cream and coffee and stuff? Aren't we supposed to learn about each other? I mean, all I really know about you is that you have an affinity for miniskirts, you're allergic to mint-flavoured lube and that you really, really like it when I deep throa-"

Roy slapped his hand over Ed's mouth before he ruined the moment. He just called them boyfriends. Boyfriends! Roy Mustang felt like he would melt into a puddle of sugary goo and ruin the leather of his very tan and expensive couch. Ed wormed out of his grip and his face grew even more red. He scratched the back of his blonde noggin' in embarrassment.

" Is it so bad to want to have a little romance?"

Again, Roy melted into a goo-like state and said the stupidest and most romantic and honest and most heartfelt thing he ever had in his whole, entire, twenty-nine year old life.

" I love you."