! I'm back! You're lucky I love you guys or I wouldn't be doing this right now. Anyhoo, let's just go!

Warnings- Masturbation, * gasp *

Edward had been released from the hospital, apparently the hospital had found him lying naked in the front of the hospital unconscious. Edward supposed that was convenient for someone to find him and pretty generous of the Gate. At least that's what Edward assumed got him home. He didn't really care what got him home, he was just happy. Mustang called Alphonse for him and Al said he'd be there in the morning.

Edward walked happily behind Mustang to his house. When they got there Edward walked in and took in his surroundings.

Dark wood floors, a big blue couch in front of a fireplace, gray walls, and a spiral staircase leading to the upstairs. Edward nodded his head at no one in particular. Yeah, he could crash here. He kicked the slippers off that the hospital gave him and looked at Mustang. Mustang looked back at him and raised a thin black brow.

"You got anything I can wear?" Edward asked tugging at the hospital gown. Mustang nodded and waved Edward along. Edward followed Mustang upstairs and to his bedroom. Mustang began throwing clothes at Edward, "I doubt it'll fit you but it's something," he said standing back up. Edward looked at the clothes before looking back at Mustang with a slight blush, "I need underwear," he said sheepishly.

Mustang hid his own blush and threw a pair of his own underwear at Edward. Edward silently thanked him and eventually found the bathroom and began changing. Before he put the underwear on he stuck his nose in the crotch and deeply inhaled. Not to be creepy but just to smell Mustang, and damn did it smell good. Musky and just purely him. Edward snapped out of his trance and continued to dress.

He finished and the clothes loosely wrapped around his lithe body.

Edward walked down the stairs and walked into the kitchen where Mustang was. Mustang looked over Edward's body and how his clothes hung off him, the sweatpants hung low on his wide hips, the t-shirt was huge on him.

"Alphonse has some of your old clothes that he said he'd bring tomorrow," Mustang said, sipping out of a coffee cup. Edward nodded, "Coffee at this time of night? Dude, it's like three in the morning," Edward said taking the coffee cup and stealing a swig. Mustang watched in amusement as Edward choked on the beverage.

"What the fuck is that you alcoholic?" Edward splurged.

"Whiskey," Mustang replied. Edward shoved the coffee cup back into Mustang's hands and walked out with a quiet 'alcoholic'.

Mustang sighed and went upstairs quietly.

Edward flopped on the couch and put his arms around his head ready to sleep. He embraced the warm kiss of sleep and fell into it. Mustang walked back down the stairs with a blanket in hand and found Edward dead asleep on the couch. One arm above his head, the other on his chest. The hand must have pulled his shirt up because the boy's entire torso was shown.

Mustang swallowed the saliva in his mouth as his eye traveled downward and came across the well shaped hips the boy possessed. He knew Edward was a full blonde from the light trail of blonde hair leading from his navel and downward, he wondered if anyone on the 'other side' had touched those? Trailed their hands down his hips and gripped them, oh how Mustang wanted to. Grip them and pound into the boy. Make him scream in pleasure, tweak those perky pink nipples and suck on them.

Oh, he would give Edward a damn attitude change, bend him over and just plow him.

Mustang shook his head and lay the blanket gently on Edward. He shouldn't be thinking those things. Edward was just a kid. A kid who had succeeded in giving a grown man a hard on, but still a kid. Damn, he thought to himself, it's already two in the morning, I'll just go back to fucking bed.

He went back up the stairs and paused when he heard a quiet moan. He peered back at Edward and smirked. How cute. Edward's eyebrows furrowed, "...stang," he moaned quietly. Mustang shook it off and continued upstairs.

Edward wasn't dreaming of him, he couldn't be. Probably just some nonsense Edward was spewing in his sleep. That moan didn't help his erection at all, it was soft and oh so erotic. Mustang stomped into his bedroom and kicked his slippers off. He sat down on his bed and sighed. Am I really gonna do this? He thought, yes, just like I have been for years, I don't care that he's here. I'm not going to risk me raping him.

He lay on the bed and pulled his pajama pants down to his knees. He glared at his proud erection, dammit. He leaned his head back into the pillow and blindly reached for himself. He closed his eyes and pictured Edward laying spread eagle on his sheets, he groaned as he fondled his testicles. He squeezed them lightly, images of Edward fingering himself coming into view.

Mustang ran his fingers up to the base of his cock and wrapped his hand around it. He pumped it slowly, thinking of making love to Edward. He would be so tight and warm, he groaned at the thought. He pictured Edward's panting and moaning face, crying his name. He pressed his thumb into the tip and swirled it around, he moaned deeply.

He imagined grabbing Edward's hips and thrusting so hard. He pumped faster, his arm going numb, pre-cum dripping out of the tip of his cock. He pictured himself shoving his cock down Edward's throat and Edward bobbing his head on it. His stomach muscles tensed and he continued to pleasure himself.

Mustang wanted to do everything to Edward. Blow him, rim him, fuck him, shag him, screw him, do him, bang him, plow him, make love to him, sixty-nine him, copulate with him, fornicate with him, kiss him, lick him, smell him, bite him, suck him, everything. He imagined it all, and just then he came with a choked moan. He let out a sigh of pleasure and grabbed a tissue from the night table. He cleaned himself up and went to sleep. Only to face Edward in the morning.

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Mustang went down stairs slowly and smirked at the still sleeping Edward, he walked into the kitchen and made coffee. The aroma made it's way to the living room.

"Coooooofffffeeeeeeeeeee," the moan came from the couch. Mustang sipped it gingerly before saying, "You best get up because I'm not bringing it to you."

A groan and mismatched steps came into the kitchen. A mess of gold and silver entered the kitchen and swiped the coffee cup off the counter and gulped it. Edward swallowed and eyed Mustang suspiciously, "You didn't put milk in it? Did you poison it?" he said poking Mustang's chest. Mustang smirked and shook his head.

"Just thought I'd be nice, you have to be ready today. You're seeing Alphonse for the first time in two years," he said pinching Edward's cheek. Edward swatted his hand away and turned around. His smiled was so wide he thought his face would rip in two. Mustang turned him around and Edward frowned.

"Aw, I thought I'd get to see your shining face," Mustang pouted. Edward blushed, huffed and retreated to the living room.

"Do I gotta look like this?" Edward whined.

"It's all I have, Alphonse is bringing over some old clothes though," Mustang called back.

He couldn't wait to get the boys back together.

.oO.o

Kitty- That's all my brain can handle right now, sorry.

Edward- I wanna see Al! * pouts *

Kitty- SHUT UP, you will.

Edward- AAAARRG!

Roy- Erm...does he know where I live?

Kitty- In my world yes, so don't you worry your pretty little head, Roy-Toy.

Roy- * glares *

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