Chapter Fourteen
Ed was completely depressed for the next couple of days. His nightmares were getting worse each night, and he didn't know how to deal with them. He wasn't working yet so he had nothing to occupy his time, nothing to keep his mind distracted and unable to remember what happened. As days moved by uneventfully, he debated leaving and going back to his own house. It was pretty much the same there.
Yawning, he checked the time on the living room clock. It was nearly eleven at night, and he was usually sleeping by now. He made his way upstairs to take a shower and then get whatever sleep he could before the nightmares started up again. He went into the bathroom, closing the door behind himself and starting to undress. He neatly released his hair from its ponytail, bright long locks of it falling down his back and over his shoulders. He flipped the majority of it behind his back with an almost automatic flick of his neck, and then ran a hand through long blonde bangs that never really moved from his face. He pulled the shower curtains back enough for him to start the water, and steam slowly filled the room.
His hands lowered to the bottom of his shirt, rising and letting the removed clothing drop to the floor to reveal flawless arms, a somewhat thin waist, a perfectly toned stomach. It really looked like he took care of himself, when in reality he'd barely been trying since the recent incident. He hated himself. He hated his body. He brought a hand down, unzipping his black pants, and then the door slammed open and someone stepped in.
"Oh my god, it's hotter than holy hell in here!" A deep voice exclaimed, disoriented footsteps nearly falling back. Ed gasped and backed up a couple steps.
"Roy! Do you mind!?" he exclaimed, shocked.
Obsidian eyes widened, and the much taller, much older man turned around, but not quick enough to hide the sudden blush that covered his cheeks. "I thought you were in bed!" he exclaimed.
"Wasn't the running water a sign that someone was in here?" Ed sarcastically asked, "Get out!" he nearly screamed, pointing towards the still open door.
"Okay." Roy quickly replied, almost gone before the word could exit his mouth, slamming the bathroom door shut and leaning against it. He heard Ed sigh in frustration, long and loud, from inside the bathroom, and he placed a hand on his forehead. Wow, that was hot. And he wasn't thinking about the water. He tried to cover up a smirk as he thought about that amazing body Ed had that he hadn't really noticed before, and the completely priceless expression on his face when his golden eyes locked with Roy's own. He tried to stifle a laugh.
"Get the fuck out of here!" Ed yelled, and something pretty heavy hit the door, probably a boot.
"I am!" Roy exclaimed, and he nearly ran into his bedroom. He needed sleep, and Ed was scary when he was mad.