Pathetic.
It was only word Alphonse could use to describe his brother at that very moment, passed out on the couch with his hand down his dirtied boxers. Just pathetic. A sigh slipped from the younger brother.
He quietly shut the door, stepped out of his shoes, and made his way silently with his socked feet across the carpet to Edward's sleeping figure. There was a blanket folded on the back of the couch that Al grabbed and draped over Ed, tucking him in snug. He paused a moment, being leaned down and so close to his brother's face, and could hear the deep intake of breaths and soft snores emitting from him.
"What were you thinking about, brother?" Al whispered as he dared to inch closer, close his eyes, and ghost his lips over Edward's soft, warm cheek. "Do you think about me when you touch yourself?" His lips moved against Ed's cheek as he spoke those dirty words. He almost felt guilty for taking advantage of his older brother's unconscious state to say such lewd things to him, but it's not like he could any other time.
Al pulled back enough to look at Edward's sleeping face. How could he look so innocent after doing such a culpable thing?
"Alphonse…"
Hearing his name made him tense, thinking Ed had woken, but his eyes were still shut and he didn't move an inch.
"What is it, brother?" Al whispered back.
"...I'm sorry. You're right."
"Right about what?"
"You're old enough to understand…"
Al couldn't help the soft smile as he reached out to gingerly tuck long strands of blond hair behind Ed's ear.
"Thank you."
He stood up to leave, but as he turned, he felt a hand grab his wrist and hold him there. His heart skipped a beat as he turned around to see golden eyes staring up at him, half lidded.
"And yes, Al. I did touch myself to the thought of you." A smirk splayed on Edward's sleepy face as Alphonse's cheeked heated, turning a nice shade of pink.
"That better be your clean hand." Was all Al could manage.
"Of course it is."
"...You should go shower."
"Come with me."
"...Okay."
Edward let go of Al and sat up, stretching his muscles with a groan before standing and plopping his head on his younger brother's shoulder.
"I didn't know you were so dirty." Ed whispered into Al's ear and placed a kiss on his neck.
"I think you're the dirty one." Alphonse chuckled and Ed could feel the vibration of his laugh against his lips. "You smell like sex."
"Well, then help me clean up and we can both smell like sex after."
"You're so perverted."
"Yeah, you are too."
The shower was warm and steamy, both of them under the shower head as their lips locked and tongue clashed. Hands hesitantly roamed each other's bodies, and moans and gasps could be heard above the sound of the water hitting their bare skin and the tiles. It was perfect, better than any fantasy either of them have ever dreamt of.