Chapter 4

Friday was a very good day at work. Flynn spent the day getting to know her new boss. He talked the first two hours about his wife and daughter, showing her every picture in the office and providing a story to go with it. Her favorite story of all was how little princess Elicia arrived with the help of the Elric brothers. He even took her to his house for lunch to meet his wife and daughter. She liked the family instantly and upon Hughes' insistence would be treated like a member; more adoptive family members. She could not be happier. Her mother would be so upset; she would be accused of not loving her dear old mother at all, of trying to send her to an early grave, of anything that would induce horrible guilt that would follow Flynn like a black cloud. 'Not anymore, Mother,' she thought to herself after happily telling her new boss she would see him on Monday.

The Elric brothers walked home with her from Central. They had been given new orders and would be leaving on Monday. They assisted her with preparing dinner before Jean Havoc arrived. After dinner, they all went to the balcony to watch the sun set. It was the perfect end to the perfect day. When it was dark, the Elric siblings left Jean and Flynn alone on the balcony. Neither one of them knew Mustang was sitting in the shadows watching them.

Mustang watched intently as his tall blond subordinate pulled the tiny woman against his chest and kissed her. He had become quite the voyeur as of late, watching her often when she was on the balcony. His special little vantage point had kept him safely hidden from her view. A moan from her made him go hard instantly. Damn woman. It had been a while since he'd found a woman who could elicit such a strong reaction from him. He was usually a walking hard on that did not have to worry about finding something to get excited about; most often he didn't even have to see or think anything to be ready. Finding a steady supply of women to help him take care of it when it did pop up was not a problem either. He had been sorely disappointed in the Fullmetal Pipsqueak. He thought for sure the horny teenage boy would be in her bed and making her squeal the very night he sent him home with her. Havoc had not gotten much further than a kiss and a feel himself. This woman must have a steel trap between her legs and wasn't letting anyone in. She'd be so sexy too with that freshly fucked look on her face. His eyes followed Havoc's hands as they pushed up the tank top she was wearing. Was he finally going to get to see her breasts? They were disproportionately big to the size of her body, and he was anxious to see them in their naked glory. But no. Havoc's huge hands covered them and squeezed them, hiding them from his prying eyes.

"When can I make love to you?" Jean whispered in her ear.

'Oh, Havoc, is it really that hard to say fuck?' Roy thought to himself with a wry grin.

"Soon," Flynn whispered back, kissing his neck.

'What a tease,' he thought, leaning back in his chair. Then it happened. Havoc suddenly jerked her tank top top over her head and there they were. Creamy white, big and round, with small but very erect brownish pink nipples. He almost fell out of his chair.

"Jean!" she squealed, covering them with her hands.

'Dammit!' Mustang thought and almost yelled it. He rushed into his apartment to make a phone call. He had a very big, very hard problem that needed to be taken care of.

"Jean!" she hissed in a lower voice hoping she had not already garnered the Elric brother's attention. "Give me that back before they see!"

"But honey, they're so pretty," he teased, attempting to touch them but her hands stayed put over her breasts.

"Give me my shirt," she demanded. She took her hands off her breasts in a desperate move to grab her shirt and quickly pull it back over her head.

"Hey, Ed!" Jean yelled, sticking his tongue out at his now fully clothed girlfriend. He began digging into his pocket for something.

"What's up?" Ed asked poking his head out of the door. He reached up to grab what Havoc threw at him. Keys?

"Why don't you two go stay at my apartment? At least you can get a good night's sleep then," he said, raising his eyebrows when he looked at Flynn.

"Sure. Sounds good to me," Ed said, barely masking the disappointment in his voice.

"Ed, come back tomorrow morning. I'll cook breakfast okay?" Flynn said.

"Okay. See you in the morning." Ed walked away, calling for Al.

Flynn released a noisy sigh after hearing her front door close. Whatever excitement she had been feeling was gone now. She shrieked when Jean picked her up like a bride to carry her into the apartment.

"So is this a hint of things to come?" she asked, hoping the topic of marriage would be enough to dampen his arousal.

"Maybe so. I could definitely fall in love with you," he said, carrying her straight to the bedroom.

Oh, well, that plan did not work. Flynn sighed again when he carefully laid her on the bed, lowering his body on top of hers. She looked into his clear blue eyes that were the color of the ocean. She could fall in love with him too. Her lips tingled as he pressed a quick kiss to them.

"Can it be tonight?" Jean asked, kissing her neck. He was shamelessly trying to make it hard to say no.

"Yes," she replied, grinding her hips against his to make him moan.

"Oh, sweetheart," he whispered, covering her mouth with his.

Flynn pushed the man over on his back, straddling his hips. She pulled off her tank top, tossing it somewhere behind her. A smile curled her lips as his eyes lit up from the wonderful display before him. She closed her eyes as he covered her breasts with his hands, rubbing her body over the bulge in his pants. She shuddered at the loud groan he emitted. 'This is going to be great!' she thought to herself.

The phone calls had struck out; the women either didn't answer or they were busy with someone else. When he couldn't bear hearing them through the wall anymore, he had left to roam the bars in an attempt to find a woman which proved to be a dismal failure as well. He could not believe there wasn't an available piece of ass anywhere in Amestris on a Friday night. They were still going at it next door when he returned home from his wasted hunting trip.

Mustang was rubbing the shaft of his achingly hard cock as he listened to the sounds of sex from next door. This was the third time he's masturbated in a many hours listening to the two people through the wall. The irony was almost unbearable. The first time she finally gets laid is the night he can't find a woman anywhere to bed. He stroked faster, hearing Havoc's loud groaning. He dreaded the even louder cry the man would release upon orgasm. He would never have pegged Havoc as a screamer. Or was it just what the little redhead was doing to him? He wanted to find out for himself. He wanted her to do it to him. Her voice coming through the wall caught his attention.

"Jean, stop," she ordered. Everything was completely quiet.

Mustang held his breathe with anticipation, waiting for her to say something else.

"Let me show you. Like this. Press it right there," she said like a kind teacher to a small inexperienced child.

"Oh, hell," Mustang moaned, squeezing himself.

"Do it like that," she said, moaning loudly.

Mustang jumped when Havoc made a strangled wailing sound that was suddenly muffled. What the hell happened? Did she kill him? It sounded like she had slapped her hand over his mouth to muffle the noise. Another, lower groan followed signaling that despite whatever had happened, he was still alive.

"Now, you do it," she ordered gently.

"Unbelievable," Mustang muttered. He wondered if Jean was tied to the bed. No – he would rather picture her tied to the bed.

A harsh shriek pierced the air as the bed next door bumped into the wall. Her voice chanting "Oh, my god, oh, my god" filled the air and the bed continued to bump the wall harder and harder until Mustang was sure he'd have a front row seat to what they were doing when the bed broke through the wall. He gritted his teeth feeling the orgasm building in his testicles waiting to be released. He pictured her little body impaled on his big cock, riding him for all she was worth, making him live up to the name Mustang. Her almost agonized cry of pleasure sent him over the edge. Drops of semen spurted onto his hand and belly as he listened to her continue to cry out while she undoubtedly climaxed herself. One of these days he would get hold of her and wear her ass out.

When Flynn opened a sleepy eye, sunlight was already streaming around the curtains of her bedroom with blinding intensity. She hurriedly went to get a shower so she could prepare breakfast for everyone. As she walked back into the bedroom, she surveyed the damage from last night. Clothes were thrown everywhere. The sheets had been torn off the bed and the comforter lay on the floor on the other side of the room. Jean was still dead asleep laying in the middle of the bed with the sheets haphazardly twisted around his middle. The rest of his beautiful body was on display for her to see. She spent several minutes just looking at him. He was gorgeous; especially with his hair tousled and messier than usual. His face looked boyish and sweet while relaxed in sleep. She sat down on the bed next to him, sliding her fingers over his arms and chest. When she reached his defined abdominal muscles, he groaned and stirred so she stopped. Now was not the time to start something. Her eyes moved to the wall, noticing a big spiderweb pattern of cracked paint and plaster surrounding a hole that lined up with the huge knob at the top of the bedpost. Well, there goes the security deposit. She smiled contentedly, sighing loudly. For all the pleasure she received last night it was worth it.

A knock on the door caused her to panic and rush around like crazy to get dressed. Flynn hurried to the door eagerly anticipating seeing Ed and Al there. Instead, a miserable and wretched looking Mustang stood at her door.

"Hey, are you okay?" she asked, her eyebrows drawing together with concern. She had never seen him look so bad. His hair was a mess, dark circles marked his eyes, and he was unshaven. He wasn't even dressed. He was wearing a pair of jeans and nothing more.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I hate to bother you," he began politely which caught her completely off guard," but can I get a cup of coffee from you? I'm out."

"Sure. I haven't made it yet, but come in," she said, turning on her heel to go back into the kitchen.

Mustang's eyes studied the swing of her behind clad in short white shorts as she walked to the kitchen with him following closely. He sat down on one of the barstools at her counter so he could watch her.

"How do you take it?" she asked, getting the coffee pot ready.

"Just black," he answered, barely stifling a groan as he watched her bend down to dig around in the refrigerator. Maybe this was not a good idea.

"Honey, I'm home!" Ed yelled as he breezed in the door. "What the hell are you doing here? And what's wrong with you?" He asked Mustang, glaring at him.

"I didn't get much sleep last night," he replied, wincing as Ed's harsh and mirthless laugh grated across his ears.

"Really? I wonder why," Ed asked, walking to Flynn. He gathered her into his arms, kissing her innocently on the lips. He looked at Mustang, laughing again to see the man's face was red and his eyes were ready to pop out of his head.

"You're so rotten, Ed. Don't tease him," she whispered, kissing the blond's cheek.

Mustang glared at the two diminutive people. One was a teenager with an attitude problem particularly about his height who was sometimes the bane of his existence. Like now for instance, when he kissed Flynn right on the lips in front of him. The other was an elfish red haired beauty who he loved to hate because of her hot body and smart ass mouth.

"Where's Al?" Flynn asked, handing Mustang his coffee.

"He stopped to take care of some kittens. He'll be here soon," Ed answered, going into the living room.

"What's going on?" Havoc yawned, walking out of the bedroom with nothing but the sheet wrapped around him.

'He's certainly the worse for wear,' Mustang thought, looking at the hopelessly bedraggled and worn out man.

Flynn smiled lovingly at Jean as she walked toward him. Even with on tiptoes, she was far from reaching him so he bent down to kiss her. "Go get a shower and join us," she whispered, kissing him on the cheek quickly before he stood up.

"So Red, how was last night?" Mustang asked as if he didn't know.

"Oh, come on Mustang, I'm sure you already know the answer to that question," she said with her back turned to him.

"Yeah. I do. The only person I'll be hurting with this line of questioning is myself isn't it?"

"You're smarter than I thought."

"You're hotter than I thought."

"Mustang."

"Roy."

"What?"

"Call me Roy. Quit being so damn formal. Besides, hearing you say my last name reminds me of how I want you to ride me," he said with an amused, lecherous grin on his face.

"Oh, Roy," she sighed, beating eggs in a bowl with a fork.

Normally he would have been delivered several stinging, but well deserved, insults. Well, getting laid did wonders for her personality.