I know I said I would update Redo first, but I can't this "can I write smut?" thing out of my head. I've already started the next chapter of Redo, but until then here is my attempt at smut.

BTW that means WARNING there is explicit sexual conduct between two males ahead. Read this chapter at your own risk.

To get to the sexy times I had to skip ahead a bit, but I'll fill in the gap in later chapters. Basically, this is where it starts getting non-linear.

This chapter takes place the first night Ed gets back from Xing for good. So, it's about 2 years after the other chapters.

Ed walked up the path to Roy's house. Our house, Ed thought to himself, I have to remember that it's our house. The last time Ed had visited Roy, Roy had asked Ed to move in with him. He hadn't known where he was going to live once he was done traveling, but he had been thinking about staying in Central to be near Roy. So when Roy had pulled out a spare key, Ed had said yes.

This was his first time coming back since then. This was his first time coming back to stay. No more month long adventures traveling, no more getting confused by Xingese customs, and no more being farther than a relatively short train ride away from his brother. Ed was surprised by how happy he was to be settling down. He thought it would feel constricting, but he felt so relaxed, relieved even, that he had nothing to do, and nowhere to go, the next day. He could lie in bed with Roy all day if they wanted to.

The bed: the only source of Ed's unease. Sure, he and Roy had made out, and gone a little further, but in the two years they had been officially together they hadn't had sex. They'd rarely seen each other in person, instead talking on the phone or through letters. But now Ed was back to stay, he had the whole night with Roy in their bed, and he was unbelievably frustrated after what was basically two years of foreplay. After being limited to pictures of the bastard, and only hearing that sexy voice through a phone, how was Ed expected to do anything besides jump the real thing when it was in front of him?

But Ed had never done anything like this before, and he was nervous. Even with the girls he had dated before Roy, he never let it get this far. He had tried to prepare though, and studied up on the subject as much as he could. In Xing they were far more lenient of same sex relationships than in Amestris, so Ed had made some friends and asked around. He now knew the mechanics of the act and had bought the supplies they'd need.

Right now he was unbelievably aware of the lube he'd stashed in his pants pocket. Without the leather pants, it was easier to hide something like that. He wore only his favorite dark blue long-sleeved shirt, so unfortunately there was no jacket to hide behind as well. The blue of his shirt reminded him of Roy's uniform, which, of course, he would never admit.

"Is something wrong?" Roy asked while opening the door. Ed walked in and put his suitcase down as Roy turned the lock. "You seem quiet," Roy continued.

Ed studied Roy, who was standing as confident as always. He looked relaxed and comfortable, unguarded, like he always did at home. More than anything, he looked sexy as hell in his black slacks and white button down civilian wear. He was all Ed's, and Ed would get to see all of him tonight. He couldn't wait…but how were they supposed to start?

Roy was close to the door. Should Ed just push him back against it? Pin him there, kiss him hard enough for Roy to taste the need, and want, and desire that had been building up the entire train ride?

Roy stepped away from the door and said, "Ed?"

Ed gave a choked laugh as he averted his eyes and scratched the back of his head. "Yeah, sorry. It was just a long train ride. I guess I'm still kind of out of it."

Roy's warm hands landed on his shoulders, causing him to jump before melting into the feel of skilled fingers massaging his shoulders. "Why don't you go relax in the living room while I make us some tea?" Roy's soft voice said in his ear. Ed nodded, and walked over and sat on the couch.

He could hear Roy in the kitchen. As stealthy and secretive as Roy thought he was, Ed knew about his secret tea stash. Behind the food stored in Roy's tallest cabinet, were two boxes of tea with the girliest packaging that Ed had ever seen. He would have mocked Roy endlessly—no doubt Roy's reason for hiding it—if he wasn't afraid that taunting him would result in Roy not making the tea anymore. Or worse, he might hide it somewhere better, and then what would Ed do? He wasn't going to go out and buy himself a pack. Why did something so delicious have to come in pink, flowery packaging?

It was his first night home, he should be thinking about something besides tea.

Maybe he could go into the kitchen, and wrap his arms around Roy as he made their tea. That was a thing people did, right? He remembered seeing Hughes do it to Gracia once. Maybe that's how they could start. Then again, even ignoring the effort it would take for Ed to rest his chin on Roy's ridiculously tall shoulder, it would ruin the illusion that Ed didn't know about the tea, and he would potentially be tea-less.

"Here you go," Roy said as he placed a cup in front of Ed and sat down.

Maybe I'll just spend too much time thinking and lose my chance anyway, Ed thought.

Ed sighed as he wrapped his two flesh hands around the cup. He would never get tired of feeling heat spreading through his fingers. He took a sip, and moaned. Oh, how he'd missed Roy's girly tea. He'd missed everything that he had in this moment, the taste of the tea, the smell of Roy in the house, the hyperawareness that only sitting this close to Roy could give him.

He looked over just in time to catch Roy glancing away with a slight blush. Was he already warm from the tea? Ed watched him as they both drank. He'd missed Roy, his hair, his eyes, everything down to the fingers curled around the mug.

"So was the train ride bad?" Roy asked as he turned back towards Ed.

"Not really. I slept some, talked to strangers, the usual. I beat some guy in cards, so he had to give me the dessert from his lunch."

"I'm going to assume that you cheated."

"What? You bastard, I would never—"

"Al's told me about you. In fact, I don't think I've seen, or heard of, you playing a card game without cheating."

"Al's a traitor," Ed said with a pout. He crossed his arms, and turned away from Roy. He only moved from where he'd sunk into the couch cushions when he realized he needed his arms free to sip his tea.

He glanced over again as he heard Roy laugh. Roy had the most amazing smile, and the most amazing laugh, but only when neither was being used to be a bastard. Laughs and smirks at short jokes were never attractive.

Maybe Ed should start now. He'd just put down his tea, take the cup from Roy's hands and put it on the table, and then slide over and straddle Roy's lap. It'd be sexy, Ed was sure. They'd kiss, maybe Roy could do the neck thing that drove Ed crazy, and maybe one, or both, of them could lose his shirt—if it was just one then it had to be Roy because he looked so damn unbelievably hot without a shirt. Then they would go to the bedroom… or just make do with the couch… No, Ed decided, they would go to the bedroom, but first he had to put down his tea.

Right, Ed told himself, put down the tea and straddle Roy. Easy.

He glanced at his tea and then to Roy, specifically his lap. Ed took a deep breath, downed the rest of his drink in one gulp, and put the cup on the table. He turned to grab Roy's cup but Roy was in the middle of taking a sip.

When he lowered the cup, he looked to Ed and smiled at Ed's cup. "I'm done too. Here," he said as he grabbed the empty cup off of the table and brought both of them to the kitchen.

Now what? Ed thought as he sunk back onto the couch and closed his eyes.

"Your tired," he heard Roy's voice a moment later. Ed opened his eyes to see Roy standing in front of him. "Let's go to bed." No matter how loud the voice in Ed's head was screaming that he was not tired, he still nodded, grabbed his suitcase, and followed Roy up the stairs.

Maybe this was how you started it. Trust Roy to be straightforward and just tell Ed that they were going to bed. At least it was progress, and it gave Ed the perfect view of Roy's behind as they walked. From a couple of steps behind Roy, Ed was almost eye level with it. He tilted his head to the side as he watched Roy walk. He hadn't gotten to touch Roy's butt in months; he had to consciously tell his hand to wait. There would be plenty of time for that once they reached the bedroom.

Once they got there though, Roy went into the master bathroom to change. What was the point in changing when they were just going to get naked anyway? Ed set his suitcase on the floor, sat next to it at the foot of the bed, and took off his boots and socks. Ed had heard of women changing clothes before sex; did Roy have clothes specifically for sex too? An image of Roy in women's lingerie popped into Ed's mind, and he quickly shook his head to dispel it. That would be disturbing. He tried again, and this time imagined Roy in nothing but low hanging, black, silk pants. Okay, that was hot. Ed didn't have sexy clothes though. Why hadn't he thought of that? Would it matter?

Roy came back into the room, and his eyes widened slightly as he looked at Ed. "Oh, you didn't change," Roy said. He isn't wearing anything particularly sexy, Ed thought. Well, his clothes were sexy in the weird way that everything looked sexy when Roy wore it, but they didn't strike Ed as clothes that were bought specifically to wear before sex. They were Roy's blue pajamas; long sleeved, button down shirt, long pants, and Ed had seen them dozens of times. They weren't special sex clothes, they couldn't be or else Roy would have some explaining to do about why he had worn them when Ed and Al had been staying with him before Ed had started dating Roy.

"Are you okay?" Roy asked as he moved to stand by Ed. He was concerned. Concerned because Ed hadn't changed, because Ed was being quiet, because Roy had fully intended for them to just come home, have tea, and go straight to sleep.

Ed reached up and looped his index finger around the top button of Roy's shirt. He pulled down, and once Roy was in range, pressed his lips hard against Roy's. He wasn't going to let there be any misunderstandings this time. He swiped his tongue across Roy's bottom lip and into his mouth, causing Roy to moan.

Roy's hands cupped Ed's face as he leaned forward, into the kiss. Ed relaxed back, bringing Roy with him. One of the hands on his face moved to support Roy's weight on the bed, and the other slid back to spread along the length of Ed's neck. Ed, leaning on his elbows, moved his hands to the bottom of Roy's shirt and started unbuttoning. He got three buttons undone before he gave into temptation and ran his right hand along Roy's abs. The warmth spread through his skin as his fingers traced strong muscles. The warmth of Roy's body under his hand, the tongue that had just slipped into his mouth, Ed couldn't help but moan. This was so much better than tea. This was perfect.

Ed moved his hand down and slid his finger along the top of Roy's pants. Roy stood up straight before Ed even realized what was happening. The space in front of him was just suddenly devoid of Roy. The warmth, the smell, the taste were gone before he could open his eyes.

Ed sat up as Roy sighed. Roy was flushed, his shirt was half unbuttoned, and there was a bulge in his pants that made it known he wanted to continue just as much as Ed did. Then why were they stopping? Ed licked his lips as he looked up into Roy's eyes. Roy looked so good that Ed had to stop himself from just yanking his lips back down. He wanted the taste back, he wanted to lick and bite and feel Roy, he didn't want to stop.

"Ed," Roy said. He was looking down at Ed with soft eyes that barely hid his own frustration. "We don't have to do this." Of course they didn't, but why wouldn't they. Why would Roy even say that? It was stupid and a waste of time. Roy held both of Ed's hands as he continued, "We don't have to push further just because you're home." Ed shimmied his hands free and trailed them up Roy's arms and began to undo the remaining buttons. "We don't have to do anything you aren't comfortable with," Roy cut off with a gasp as Ed finished the last button and pulled his shirt open. "We can just go to bed. I'm fine with that."

Ed looked up at Roy through his eyelashes, "But I want to do this." He leaned forward and kissed the imaginary line between Roy's abs. He stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked. "Don't you want to, Roy?" Roy gasped again as air hit the cool trail Ed had left. "Can't we keep doing this, Roy?" Ed asked in a low tone before licking around Roy's belly button. "Please?" he whispered before sticking his tongue in Roy's navel.

The groan Roy made was the only warning Ed got before Roy grabbed him under the arms and moved him into the middle of the bed. Smiling, Ed looked up to see Roy kneeling on the bed and tearing off his shirt. Once finished, he crawled forward over Ed. Ed smirked as a shiver ran through him; he'd never enjoyed feeling like prey before.

Roy kissed Ed's neck as Ed lay down flat on the bed and brought his hands back to Roy's sides. "You're evil," Roy said before gliding his tongue up the side of Ed's neck.

"That was fun," Ed said breathlessly.

"Pure evil," Roy mumbled against his skin before nibbling along Ed's jaw and sucking above his collarbone. Ed moaned; the neck thing, he loved the neck thing. One of Roy's hands slid under Ed's shirt and started pushing in up. They both leaned up so that Roy could pull the shirt over Ed's head. He threw it, and there was a crash.

Roy stopped his movements to go back to Ed's neck to look over his shoulder. Ed looked too before remembering. "It was just my suitcase," Ed said, "Leave it." Roy hesitated before nodding, and then kissed Ed on the lips. Roy tasted like mint, and another thought came to Ed's mind. He pulled away to say, "I didn't brush my teeth." Roy's lips moved to his cheek, then his jaw. "Should I—" Ed cut off with a quick intake of breath as Roy's hand found his belt buckle.

Roy pulled back to look Ed in the eyes. "You're sure?"

"For fuck's sake…" Ed rolled his eyes and pulled Roy's hips down while grinding his own up. They both groaned, and Roy lay his head on the bed beside Edward's. "Fucking yes, bastard," Ed whispered before nibbling Roy's ear.

Ed felt Roy take a deep breath, and couldn't help himself; he moved his hips up again. Roy lifted up with a huff that sounded like, "Evil," and moved back to working on Ed's belt. Ed breathed out a laugh.

Belt undone, button, zipper, Roy looped his fingers in both Ed's pants and boxers, and shimmied them down Ed's legs before tossing them on the floor. Then he just stared. Ed squirmed in his spot before sitting up and grabbing the back of Roy's head. He scrunched his fingers through Roy's soft hair as he kissed him. Ed turned them so that Roy was lying down with Ed over him. He kissed his way down Roy's gorgeous chest, swirling his tongue on a few of the scars he found. He paused as he reached the waistband of Roy's bottoms. He inched the fabric down with his fingers while smirking up at Roy. "You sure?" Ed asked mockingly.

"Fuck yes, Blondie," Roy hissed back while raising his hips. Ed pulled and was left with a gloriously naked Roy, who wiggled his eyebrows at the goggling Ed.

Ed moved back over Roy, before suddenly pulling back. "Oh, wait," he said before turning around, laying flat on his stomach, and reaching for his pants on the floor with one arm.

Ed felt Roy's hand grip and slide along his butt cheek, followed by his lips, which then traveled through the dip in his lower back and up his spine. His hair was set free from the band holding it in a ponytail, and fell down his back and shoulders. Roy moved it aside and continued kissing along Ed's neck. When he reached an ear, his husky voice whispered, "What are you doing?" before teeth nibbled on Ed's earlobe.

Roy was lying on top of him, and Ed could feel the overwhelming heat pressed against his body. He made an involuntary whimper as Roy sucked on his ear and ground himself against Ed's ass. It was distracting, too distracting, but Ed needed to get to his pants. He just barely looped his finger around his belt. He pulled the pants towards him until he could reach the pocket. Ah ha! He got it!

Ed had to bite down on the comforter to muffle his cry, as Roy chose his moment of triumph to bite and suck on his shoulder.

Roy moved easily with him as Ed sat up. Ed smirked and held up the tube, "Got it."

Roy took it from his hand and studied it. "What is it? I can't read Xingese."

Ed blushed. He'd forgotten that he might have to explain this part. "Umm, it's a lubricant," he said while looking away. "It—Well, I asked around in Xing, and they explained some of the mechanics, the logistics really of what we were going to do, and what we might need." Ed finally glanced at Roy.

"You asked around in Xing?"

"Yeah, but I didn't use your name or anything. I just met some guys who were a couple, and they didn't seem to mind me asking questions so I just kept asking. A lot of it made sense when thinking of it anatomically. I mean, I hadn't really thought of it while picturing my anatomy books before that, but I mean—you studied some anatomy, right?" Roy nodded. "Well, it makes sense that a lubricant would be needed, and umm," Ed looked away again, face flaming, "Preparation. How else would it fit really? And the thing about the prostate. Obviously you could touch it if your finger was there, but I just hadn't really thought. And—"

"Has this been opened?"

Ed refused to look at Roy. He really did not want to see the look on the bastard's face when he said this. "I uh—I may have practiced a bit."

"You practiced…"

"So?! I was all alone, and only had that stupid picture of you, and I was already curious when you just had to tell me that you were undressing while we were on the phone, and then you fucking hung up on me after saying you were getting in the fucking shower, and what was I supposed to—!" Ed cut off as Roy pushed him back on the bed with a hard kiss.

Roy's hands were everywhere as his mouth was merciless on Ed's, and he pushed him farther into the mattress with his body. Ed moaned. He tried desperately to suck in air when he could. The effort became futile when Roy's hand moved between Ed's legs and all air left Ed's lungs.

Roy's mouth kissed it's way to Ed's ear, where a breathy, husky voice said, "You are unbelievable." Ed couldn't answer beyond incoherent sounds.

Ed felt a slick finger tease at his entrance and tried to relax as he pulled Roy back to his lips. He curled his fingers in Roy's hair as a finger and tongue both entered him.

Relax, relax, Ed told himself between shallow breaths and rough kisses.

Roy pulled back and watched Ed's face. Ed gasped and whimpered as a second finger entered him and Roy's hands moved in tandem. He felt the burning energy that had building inside him get stronger, more intense. It was wonderful. It was too much.

"I'm—I'm gonna—" Ed grabbed the hand that was wrapped around him, tugged it. He whimpered as Roy pulled both of his hands away. "No," Ed breathed, "Three fingers."

"Three?" Roy asked as he continued to stare at Ed's face like he was the most magnificent thing he had ever seen.

Ed nodded. "They said three." The fingers were back, and stretching almost uncomfortably now. Ed relaxed and tried to get used to the burn. His hand scrambled at Roy's free arm as he tried to control his breathing.

A moment later the fingers were gone again, and something bigger was at his entrance. Ed pulled Roy into a kiss as he began to push.

It hurt. It burned so much more than the fingers, and when Ed winced Roy stopped. Ed shook his head. "Do it," Ed said. When Roy hesitated, he said it again, "Do it." Roy grabbed Ed's shaft and pumped slowly as he pushed in. The distraction helped, but it hurt. It was going too slow, that was the problem. Ed wrapped his legs around Roy, and used his lower body strength to force Roy all the way in.

Mistake, Ed thought as pain erupted in his lower back. He lay perfectly still with his mouth open in a silent scream.

Roy pressed his forehead to Ed's and asked, "Ed?" but Ed was doing everything he could to control his breathing and try to relax again. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Roy chanted.

Ed shook his head no. This isn't your fault, he thought, I'm an idiot. But he couldn't get the words out, so he did the next best thing. He reached up and cupped Roy's cheek, running his thumb under dark, distressed eyes, and he kissed him. Slow this time, softly so that Roy would know just how much he cared, just how much he loved him, and how much there was no need to apologize because this was still perfect. This was them, and they could never be anything less.

Roy kissed back and Ed could feel how still he was trying to be. He ran his hand down Roy's back soothingly. He was a little more adjusted now. He still felt hesitant but pulled back, put on a brave smile, and nodded for Roy to continue. He got a doubtful look for his efforts.

"'M fine," he whispered.

Roy leaned down and kissed him again. He started moving his hand up and down Ed's shaft again, slow and tortuous. He flicked his thumb over the head, before swirling his thumb and squeezing his whole hand slightly. He continued his ministrations, the rhythm increasing as he went, until Ed was breathing heavily out of pleasure rather than pain.

Roy kept his hand moving as he began to kiss Ed's neck, the rhythm of his hand slowing again and making Ed groan. Then he carefully began moving himself to the same rhythm of his hand.

Ed was still sore, but Roy was going so slow and his hand felt so nice. A few more strokes, and Roy moved in a way that sent tendrils of pleasure through Ed's nerves. Ed gasped.

"There. There, again." Roy obliged, and Ed keened.

The rhythm increased, and kissing forgotten, they lay with their heads next to one another, breathing hard and moaning. Ed felt so good, so full. The feel of Roy around him, within him, cocooning him with his body, breathing moist, hot air in his ear was better than he could have imagined. The pressure was building again. He was on edge, every nerve in his body ready to sing. It was too much. It was not enough.

He came, blinded by his climax, and barely aware of Roy following him over the brink.

Roy pulled out of him, and rolled onto his side next to Ed, one arm still draped around him. Ed groaned as he rolled over and into Roy's chest. He lay wrapped in Roy's embrace, using one of Roy's arms as a pillow and the other as a blanket, his face pressed to Roy's chest. He was just still and caught his breath for a moment before kissing under Roy's collarbone.

Roy folded his arms tighter around Ed and kissed the top of his head. "You are unbelievable," he repeated.

"Mm hmm." Ed nodded.

Roy laughed. It was quiet for a few more moments, and Ed began drifting off. "I love you," Roy whispered.

"Love you," Ed mumbled before succumbing to sleep.

So how did I do? It wasn't as hard as hard as I thought it'd be, but I'm glad that I got it out of the way so that I know I can do it.

I'm actually kind of tempted to write this from Roy's POV. There are other sex scenes I could write if it were only about that, but being in Ed's head this chapter left a lot of Roy's thoughts unexplored. He had his own worries and expectations for the night that I was aware of but Ed was clueless about.

This isn't the first time they've said I love you to each other, but being apart for so long, they haven't been able to say it very often.