GM: This chapter is sort of short. The next chapter is currently being worked on.
I noticed that the story isn't really getting much attention at all, but I'm gunna finish it anyway. More so for myself than you guys, as selfish as that is. :P
The next morning was spent in an awkward silence. Edward had been woken up after being violently shoved out of Roy's lap. The older man pitched forwards, utilizing the toilet to vomit. Edward just looked at his back groggily, before the events of the night before came back to him. He pushed himself up off of the floor, grunting as pain lit up in his hand. Ah, right. He had smashed it against the wall.
He rinsed the dried blood off in the sink, before grabbing a few sheets of toilet paper and wiping the water off. He then tossed it in the trash and headed for the kitchen, leaving Roy to empty his stomach in peace. He went about making himself something to eat, easily locating the bread and the toaster. He popped the bread into the toaster, before going to the table and sinking into his seat.
It was then that his eye rested on the closed bottle of scotch. Huh... He reached for it, grabbing it and pulling it closer. He hesitated, before uncapping it and taking a swig of it. As soon as he swallowed the vile liquid he gagged, face scrunching up. Fucking disgusting. How could Roy drink this stuff? Shrugging, he gave it another try.
Normally, one would learn that if you don't like something after the first few tastes, you wouldn't start to like it. Edward's stubborn flare was reigning though, and he was determined to find out why Roy had drank this stuff until he seemed absolutely out of it. He didn't notice when Roy came into the kitchen about twenty minutes later. This was why, when Roy took the bottle away from him, that he yelped in surprise.
"Edward," Roy growled menacingly, "you drank the rest of my scotch. You're underage, dammit! Why did you do that?" The raven haired Colonel was obviously pissed, but Edward just offered him a lopsided grin. Roy groaned, recognizing every sign of inebriation. The teen was drunk, only off of not even a pint of scotch. "Such a lightweight." He grunted. He went over to the toaster to the cold toast, taking it and going back over to Edward. He shoved the bread into the blond's mouth, and Edward bit down on it.
"Whadis thas' shtuff?" Edward asked through the bread.
"Scotch. You drank all of my scotch, you bastard." Roy grumbled.
Edward finished the toast, before looking around the kitchen. It seemed to be moving...but wasn't he sitting down? "Roy," he breathed, becoming panicked, "the room's moving." Roy just looked at the blond as he tilted to the right, and fell out of the chair onto his ass. Edward giggled hysterically. Roy sighed, ignoring him and walking around him. He needed aspirin. After obtaining the aspirin, he swallowed it dry before going to his room to get dressed.
After stepping out of the room in his uniform, he stole a glance at the clock. He was already five minutes late. He looked at Edward, who was now laying on his kitchen floor singing. Quite off key, most likely.
He couldn't leave the teen here. He was underage, and he had drank. What if he left the house after Roy left for work? It was his fault, leaving the alcohol within the teen's reach. "Fuck," he swore, before going over to Edward. He pulled the teen to his feet, pulling the ponytail out of his hair and starting the braid the flaxen locks. Riza would kill him. She may not have been too fond of Edward's attitude, but she did know that the kid was still just that: a kid. One not old enough to drink.
Roy fumbled with the teen as he guided him to his room, looking around in his guest room drawer. He was pretty sure he had a spare outfit of what Edward usually wore—being the black tank, leather pants, and red jacket. He couldn't remember why he had the outfit, but the jacket had been left there the last time he'd seen him. He pushed the teen through getting dressed, before dragging him out to the car and shoving him into the backseat.
He drove to work, ignoring Edward's constant murmuring and humming as his headache increased. The aspirin was doing little to bring him comfort to the fact that he now had to watch over an inebriated teenager. He didn't understand Edward's actions. Scotch tasted horrible, so why had he been insistent on drinking it?
"Edward...why did you drink my scotch?" He asked. The teen stopped singing, turning his head from the window to look at Roy. "I wan'ned to," he stated loudly, "was tryinna find out why yeh like it so much. I still dunno why yeh would like it." His speech was becoming slurred, Roy noticed.
Roy groaned, shaking his head. "It's a stress relief, Ed." He replied.
Edward ginned at him, eyes shining brightly. "I love ya, Roy. I really do."
Roy tensed as he pulled up to Central command. The blond didn't mean it. He was drunk. Knowing this, it hurt Roy more. Why would the blond say something like that? He wasn't exactly smashed, so he still had at least some sense. Right? "Come with me." Roy shoved the car door open, pocketing his keys and shutting the door back. Edward stepped out of the vehicle, stumbling after Roy. Roy slammed Edward's door, before striding forwards up the steps.
"Roy! Roy, wait fer me yeh asswipe!" Edward started up the stairs, not surprisingly losing his balance and pitching forwards. Roy's hand shot out and grabbed his braid, backtracking and hauling the boy up the steps. Edward whined. "Yer hurtin' meee." He whined, trying to pull away from the man. Roy shoved him once they were off of the stairs, digging his hands into his pockets as he headed into the building.
It took an extra ten minutes to get to his office, having had to practically carry Edward there. He was well passed annoyed by the time he made it, ignoring Hawkeye's dangerous look as he entered the small office and shut the door behind him. Edward went over to the couch and plopped down, watching Roy as the man took a seat behind his desk.
Fifteen minutes ticked by with Roy doing paperwork and Ed merely staring at him. Right after Roy finished the first stack, Edward had gotten up and rounded the desk. Roy looked up at the teen standing next to him. "Yes...?" He asked. Edward didn't say anything. He grabbed onto Roy's shoulders, turning and hooking his leg over the other side of Roy's leg and sitting in his lap.
Roy dropped the pen in his grasp, not hearing it clatter to the floor as blood rushed over his ears. A blush was steadily moving to cover his face at a fast pace, yet he found that he couldn't shove the blond off. Edward just smiled at him, the smile seeming..off, in a way. It seemed innocent enough, yet...
His thoughts stopped there as Edward pressed his lips to his own. All thoughts crashed to a halt in his mind, and he found himself reeling. Edward was kissing him. Why? Why would he do this? Again, Roy couldn't order his body to move, much less try to dislodge Edward from his lap. Edward's tongue darted out, shoving passed Roy's lips and into his mouth. Roy could feel Edward's tongue inside of his mouth. This wasn't right. Edward was drunk, he didn't know what he was doing.
As much as Roy tried using this excuse to justify the teen's actions...
Edward's tongue finally withdrew from Roy's mouth, and he moved his head to nip at his earlobe. When the teen started rocking his hips against him and his breathing grew heavy, Roy knew he couldn't let this go on. Edward was turning him on during work, and that couldn't happen. And the teen had no idea what he was doing.
"Edward, stop," Roy said, quietly. He tried to ease the teen off of him, but Edward was insistent.
"Roy, no, I need this," the blond whined.
"Not like this. Not like this, Edward." Roy wouldn't let his own desires get in the way of his thinking. Edward just shook his head, hooking an arm around Roy's neck. His other hand traveled down, and Roy felt Edward's hand grab him through his pants. He elicited a gasp, having to gather as much self control as he could not to jerk to his feet and shove the blond to the floor. This wasn't right. It wasn't right, damn it!
"Let me," Edward whispered, "we both need it now."
Roy wouldn't use that as an excuse. He couldn't do this. No matter how turned on he was, no matter if Edward was turned on too or not. He couldn't let this happen. "Edward," he swallowed, "wait. Wait until you're sober. If you still want to, we'll...we'll do it." The man doubted Edward would be doing this if sober.
To his surprise, Edward didn't answer him. He looked down, finding that the teen had fallen asleep. He gave a sigh of relief, before standing up with the blond and carrying him over to the couch. He was glad that he had passed out. Roy didn't have that strong of a will when it came to his sex drive. Thankfully, his morals surpassed it this time. He returned to his desk, starting to think about several, boring things in attempt to make his problems a little less noticeable.
The strength Roy held to get him through the rest of his work was admirable; he hadn't even stopped for lunch. Concentrating on paperwork finally did it's job at some point, and nobody seemed to think anything had gone on.
When Roy started to tackle the last of his paperwork, Edward awoke with a groan. It wasn't long before he was off of the couch, stumbling in a haze as he felt something awful bubbling in the pit of his stomach. It was rising fast. Roy shoved his waste basket towards the teen with his foot, and Edward nearly slammed to the ground trying not to miss as he started heaving. The sounds of vomit being upchucked met his ears, and Roy chuckled.
"Serves you right." He said. Edward just coughed as the last of the vomit came up. He wiped his mouth off shakily, glaring up at Roy.
"Fuck you," the blond spat heavily, dragging himself to his feet, "I'm never drinking that shit again. Ever."
Roy finished signing the last document, getting to his feet and stretching. "Alright," he said, "we need to get home. You need some aspirin, and I'm starving."
Something about the mentioning of food had Edward right back to the waste basket.
"Sir, I do not take kindly to the fact that you let a teenager in your home become inebriated." Roy had sent Edward ahead, and was now facing Riza's wrath as he knew he would be.
"I know, lieutenant. But I'll have you know that it will never happen again." He knew his charm didn't work on her, so he wasn't even going to try. "I take full responsibility for it. I shouldn't have even picked the scotch up in the first place." Really, drinking with a teenager in his house had been a pretty stupid move. Then again, he hadn't expected the teen to think twice about the liquor. Edward had never shown any interest in alcohol before... "If you'll excuse me, lieutenant. I now have a hungover teenager in my car and need to get him home."
With that said, Roy turned and headed out of the building, not paying any mind to whatever else Riza had to say. Honestly, he just wanted to get home.
The drive was understandably silent. Edward was riding up front, arms crossed as he leaned against the car door. He was looking out the window, watching the scenery go by. Roy couldn't see his face, so he had no idea what the teen was thinking.
"So," Roy started, trying to think of something to say, "did you have a nice...dream...?" he finished off lamely, cursing himself. Edward went red in the face, stammering out something that Roy didn't quite catch. "Come again?" He asked.
"I said sorry for coming onto you earlier...and thanks for not letting me do anything." Edward repeated himself. He was beginning to doubt his feelings toward Roy. The more he hung around him, the more confused he became. As much as he thought that he hated the man, something inside of him told him that wasn't what he wanted. Somewhere deep down, he..he..lov—
Edward paled several shades as the thoughts invaded his head. No, no, he couldn't...he, did he really...? But there was no denying it.
He loved Roy Mustang.
The revelation instantly made him sick. It wasn't right. The homunculus side of him was rejecting it harshly, yet his soul knew the truth. There was no denying those feelings. "Roy..." He looked over at the man as he felt dread bubble up inside of him. Something was happening to him. He could feel it just on the tip of his brain, something he was trying to fight with everything he had.
Roy became concerned and pulled the car over to the shoulder, turning as Edward gripped his head. "Edward?" He asked, reaching out for the teen. Edward shook violently, and just when he thought it had hit it's worst, a horrible, gut-wrenching pain exploded in the back of his head. He threw it back, a loud, hair-raising scream overtaking him.